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ashwhowrites · 2 days ago

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Can you do angst # 26 a bit of a longer fic where Eddie and reader have been married for a couple years and as the years go on the reader starts to feel neglected in their relationship because of him prioritizing his band (or any job you write in). She comes to a breaking point after he overhears a convo on the phone that she has with a coworker and gets jealous, and they get into a fight where she says he's not the person she married or how she feels alone in their relationship. You can decide the end ( if eddie redeems himself or this could be the end of them)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

A new you

“You’re not the same person I married, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

The dream was for Eddie's career to take off after they got married. Y/N wanted to get married and try for kids before he had to pack up and travel around the world. Everything was going perfectly in the beginning, they were happy and constantly trying for a baby.

But once the band got their name in the stars, Y/N realized her and their marriage got set on the back burner. Eddie spent all his hours in the studio, or at home in his music room as the door was closed. And when the door was closed, that meant Y/N couldn't disturb him.

At first, she didn't want to do anything about it. It was new and exciting and she understood it took a lot of Eddie's time and energy. But months turned into years and now they sat in a marriage that felt like roommates. She missed her husband, she missed his time, his touch and him.

She was hurt she got pushed aside and it hurt even more that they hadn't tried for a baby in months. He has been so caught up with the band that he barely was home, and when he was, it was to drop in bed and be gone by morning. She missed the way their relationship used to be. Back when he looked at her with love and wanted to be with her. Now it seemed he could care less about her.

She tried to talk to him about it but it was nearly impossible. She was at the break of giving up. The thought of leaving him behind and moving on. It was clear he didn't have any mind to save the marriage. Hell, he probably didn't notice it was drowning to begin with. The longer it went on, the more lonely she felt.

"Hey, Eddie?" She whispered, his body next to hers as they lay separately in the bed.

"Hm?" He mumbled, half asleep as his head was buried in the pillows.

"Can you take some time off from the band? Maybe a weekend and we can go off somewhere together?" She asked, rolling over to face him. His eyes weren't open, but the lack of snores told her he was still awake.

"Sure, honey. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

She wasn't shocked that the conversation never happened. It was like he lived a whole different world on his side of the bed. She was close enough to touch him, yet she almost felt like it wasn't her place. She hated that she felt conflicted about wanting to kiss or touch her husband. But anytime she tried, it ended with him pushing her off and her feeling stupid for trying.

She was stuck in a one-sided relationship and she had no idea what to do.

~~~

"I'm going to grab dinner tonight with a co-worker so I might not be home when you are," she explained as she dressed herself. Eddie hummed from the bathroom, spitting out his toothpaste as he half-listened.

"Would you like me to bring you back something?" She asked, walking into the bathroom. She admired how he looked as he brushed his teeth. His messy hair and shirtless chest. She bit her lip as she slowly walked closer to him, the desire to be touched by him was increasing.

"No, I'll send someone to grab something," he shrugged, barely noticing her body as he walked past her and out of the bathroom.

"Or I could bring something to you before I go? We aren't going until like seven," she offered, following behind him. "Maybe give us a chance to talk?"

Eddie threw on his jeans as he looked at her, confused. "Why would you do that?"

She sighed as she tried to remain calm. "Because I'm your wife, Eddie. I'd like to have time with you."

"Look I don't have time for this conversation again. If you stop by, cool. If you don't, that's cool too. But I have to go. Have fun at dinner."

Without a kiss, he went right out the door.

Y/N held her stomach as she tried not to fall out of her chair laughing. Her insides were all clenched as she gasped for air.

"I truly didn't think I was that funny," Logan laughed as he watched her dry her tears.

She calmed herself down, wiping the tears that leaked as she took a big sigh. As the laughter died, she realized how good it felt. She hadn't laughed in what felt like forever. Eddie was the funniest person she'd ever met, but she couldn't remember the last time he cared to make her crack a smile. The thought changed her mood slightly, Logan fast to pick up on it.

"You okay?" He asked, sipping on his glass of wine as she prepared to lie. But she wanted to say it, she needed to clear her brain and maybe she'll sleep better at night.

Within seconds she was spiraling. Telling Logan all about her marriage. How it started so beautifully and how she wished she could do anything to get it back.

Even when he treated her like she was nothing, she wished it was him sitting across from her.

She sighed as she walked into the quiet house. Eddie's car was nowhere in the driveway. She was tempted to drive herself to the studio but she knew that would do nothing in her favor. She climbed into the empty bed, trying to blink away the tears as she fell asleep.

~~~

After dinner with Logan, he asked her to go a few more times. They exchanged their numbers and she spent most of her time talking to him as she waited all night for Eddie to come home. She appreciated having a friend.

"Friday? I mean I should be free. What did you want to do?" Y/N asked, phone against her ear as she scrubbed the dishes.

Eddie slipped into the house, checking his watch as he set down his guitar case. Another late night, he planned to go straight to bed but he heard talking and movement from the kitchen. He was surprised Y/N was still awake.

"I mean, that restaurant is beautiful, and I've always wanted to go. But isn't it a bit romantic?" She asked

Eddie's ears perked up, close enough to hear a man speaking on the other line.

"So? I think you deserve a little romance in your life."

Before Y/N had the chance to say something, or acknowledge Eddie's presence, Eddie was grabbing the phone and hanging it up.

"Edward!" Y/N scolded, reaching for her phone but Eddie shoved it in his back pocket.

"Who the fuck was that?" He asked, clearly fuming.

"Logan, from work," Y/N answered

"Why is Logan wanting to take you out? Uh? Doesn't he know you're married?"

Y/N couldn't help but scuff. "He does, do you?"

"What does that mean?" Eddie asked

"Maybe if you made time to talk to me, you'd understand," she said as she brushed past him. But he was right about her tail. Crazy how he suddenly was wide awake and interested in her.

"Talking right now aren't we?"

Y/N began to angrily make the bed. "No, now it's an argument. You have been ignoring me, abandoning me for that stupid band. I made a friend, it's not my fault he happens to be interested in hanging out with me. Why would I say no? So I can enjoy another lonely night on the couch wondering why my husband hates me?" She took a deep breath as she tried to remain calm.

"Oh don't be dramatic, hate you? Of course, I don't hate you!" Eddie fought, "and you have other friends! Don't you think it's inappropriate for him to ask you somewhere romantic?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, smacking the pillows down. "So yeah, it might be a little inappropriate. Would I let it go somewhere inappropriate? Absolutely not. But maybe this is the wake-up call you need. Because Eddie, the way we are going, I don't want that for my future."

"You don't want me in your future?" Eddie asked, slightly hurt as she sat on the bed.

"I do! But the old Eddie. You’re not the same person I married, and don’t tell me I’m wrong. You are completely different and I'm unhappy," Y/N explained. She looked down at the ring on her finger, "We were supposed to make a family, Eddie."

Eddie felt his anger melting away as she held herself. "We can still have a family, baby." He said softly as he walked over.

"Don't bother lying to me because I'm so close to being done," Y/N bitterly laughed. She ignored his body as he sat across from her, placing a hand on her knees.

"I'm not lying! But you knew this was the dream when we got married."

"FUCK THE DREAM, EDDIE!" She yelled as she stood up. "You have been living the dream for years. What about mine? What about the kids and the big house? You knew my dream when we got married! But mine is not as important? You're different and I hate it."

"Oh, so you hate who I am?" Eddie scoffed, standing up. "I didn't purposely ignore your dream; it's just mine. I was on the tracks and already going. I'm sorry I got caught up in it. I'm guilty of that."

"Yes I do, Eddie!" She spat, staring into his darkening eyes, "I hate this version of you. I want my husband back. The guy who loved me and couldn't breathe without me. You used to love me like crazy, we were never apart. You used to take care of me, hold my hand, and open every door. I used to feel so fixed in your arms, Eddie," she cried, "now? This is the longest we've seen each other in months. Are you seeing someone? Or did you just wake up one day and decide you hated your life with me?"

"Someone else? You really think I'm seeing someone else?" Eddie scoffed, "I'd never do that and I can't believe you think I would. And especially after your new friend asked you on a fucking date!"

"What am I supposed to think? We haven't had sex in months! What happened? We used to have no issues with intimacy. And now we have nothing. Are you not attracted to me anymore? Is that the problem?"

"You're supposed to think I'm loyal and that I'm exactly where I said I would be. I've been at the studio working my ass off. So I'm tired when I come home. I still think you are the most gorgeous woman I've seen, but I'm exhausted when I come home, and I don't want sex."

"What's the point of a marriage if you only care to be at the studio? Hell, move out and live in the damn fucking place." She spat, "I'm done being pushed aside. I'm not going to put effort into a relationship with you when you don't even care to be in it." She cried.

Eddie tried to blink away his own tears as he watched her cry. "So do you want a divorce? Because I don't. It's clear I've fucked up, and I need to work on many things, but in no way do I want to let you go," He asked, his voice cracking as the reality of the question made his insides clench. He hated himself for getting to this point. All he had to do was love her the way she deserved.

"I don't want to leave, and I don't want you to leave. But I need you to be that way again. Please just love me like you used to," she sobbed. Eddie couldn't stop the silent tears that fell down his face as he stood and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he cried, "I don't want either of us to leave, baby. I love you, so fucking much," he kissed her head. "I'm going to fix this. I'm going to put you and this marriage first. The exact way it should be."

"Can we talk about it in the morning? I just want to sleep next to you," she cried. Eddie softly moved them to the bed, wrapping his arms around her.

She melted into his arms, enjoying the feeling that she hadn't felt in so long. She wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring. If he'd wake up a changed man or wake up the same. She wasn't sure if her marriage was being saved or going under. But right now she felt at home in his arms and that's what she needed for the night.

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katsu28 · 9 hours ago

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“shielding the other one with their body” with max and fem teammate reader please !

thank you so much for requesting! <3

max verstappen x teammate!reader, 2k. mentions of an on track crash + injury, christian horner mention (gross, i know), light swearing. request something from here!

The crash is a blur in your mind. You remember fighting your way through the traffic, getting your front wheels past that stubborn Aston Martin. You remember spinning out. You remember the impact. The pain.

The how and why is lost to you, and the next thing you know, you’re waking up in a hospital bed, wires and cables protruding from your body connected to steadily beeping machines beside you.

Max sits slumped over in the chair next to your bed, fireproofs still on, chin tilted down towards his chest as he sleeps soundly.

“Max,” You call. Your voice feels gravelly, like it's getting stuck in your chest. No reply. You clear your throat, try again. “Max.”

His eyes fly open. He looks around wildly, first at the machines as if he's checking out your vitals, before landing on you. “Hey! Hey, you,” He says, straightening up in his seat. “Welcome back. How’re you feeling?”

You shrug, wincing at the pain that slices through your midriff. “Like I just got hit by a car.”

“Well, you’re not exactly wrong.” A tic in his jaw goes off, blue eyes flashing with simmering anger.

“What happened?”

“You got hit. Fucking Stroll. You were ahead at the apex and he still went for it. Sent you rolling into the barriers.”

You don’t remember rolling, but other pieces are starting to come back to you. Fighting the car, having to swerve to avoid others. Your race engineer sounding panicked in your helmet.

God, you can only imagine how it looked from the outside.

You grit your teeth, swallowing the lump in your throat. “What’s the damage?”

“Two broken ribs is the worst of it. Some bumps and bruises from impact, but—”

“And the car?”

Max scoffs, shaking his head. “I think the car is the very least of your worries right now.”

“The car, Max,” You push. His lips set into a thin line, but he takes your insistence in stride.

“Wrecked.”

“Fuck!” You snap, squeezing your eyes shut.

That’s the last thing you need right now, a broken car. You can only imagine the amount of work and long hours the team has ahead of them trying to piece it back together before the next race. All because of you.

“Did you not hear the part about your broken ribs?” Max asks. “The car doesn't matter if you can't drive it.”

You’re not even sure you want to hear the answer, but you ask anyway. “How long?”

“Four, five weeks. Maybe six if you're stubborn.”

“Good thing I’m not.”

“You’re well enough to joke around, that’s nice to see.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes at Max and he cracks a small grin. “What position did you finish?”

“I really don't think that matters right now,” He says. You look at him pointedly, and he sighs again. “P2.”

“Max, that's great!” You exclaim. Then you take in his very dry appearance. P2 means podium, podium means champagne. No champagne means— “Max. Max, you did not. Tell me you didn't.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.”

“Did you seriously skip out on the podium ceremony for me?”

“Yeah, I did.” He shrugs nonchalantly, like he’d only just missed an appointment instead of the ceremony.

“You’ll be fined for that, you know,” You chide, clicking your tongue. “You might even get suspended given your track record with the FIA, did you even think about that?”

How could he do something irresponsible? There's a championship at stake, and he goes off and does something like this. The FIA won't be happy for sure.

But then again, they’re never happy with Max.

“I don't care. I don’t care what they do to me, because nothing else mattered more than seeing if you were okay.”

Oh.

He did it for you. Any irritation at him throwing championship points down the drain like that melts away.

“Come here,” You sigh, scooting over in your bed to make space for him. Max obliges instantly, sliding in as gently as he can, accepting how you tuck yourself closer to him. You kiss his cheek gratefully. “Thank you.”

“You really scared me there for a second,” He mutters into your hairline. “They wouldn't tell me anything.” For a moment, his voice wavers. That’s how you know Max had chosen not to tell you every detail of the crash.

If you were feeling a hundred percent, you’d pester him until he did, but you’ll settle for snuggling a little deeper into him. For his peace of mind and yours.

“I’m fine, Max.”

“You must not have heard me say you have two broken ribs.”

“That’s nothing. Didn’t Oscar get his first win with a broken rib?”

His thumb freezes in its mindless stroking over the inside of your wrist. “Do not joke about that.”

“Fine, I’ll stop. Can you give me a rundown of the rest of the race, at least?”

“Of course you want to focus on work right now. You know you can relax, right?”

“I’ll relax once I’m dead.”

“Hopefully that won't be anytime soon.”

He ends up going through the whole race in surprising detail. As if he’d had the time and focus to commit everything going on around him to memory like he wasn't racing down straights and whipping around corners.

You love to watch Max as he explains things. His mannerisms, his expressions, the way his eyes light up when he gets to a good part. It makes for always captivating conversations all the time, never boring. You quite like it that way.

“Hold on, pause,” You interrupt. He suddenly looks alarmed, even more so when you start to inch away from him towards the other side of the bed.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I think I have to pee.”

“Fuck, I thought something was wrong. Don’t scare me like that!”

As soon as your feet hit the floor, a bolt of pain flares through your body that makes the whole world seem to tilt under you. Max is by your side in a flash, steadying you with an arm around your waist.

“Take it easy, schatje,” He says, almost pleading. “Please don’t move that fast.”

“I wanna go home,” You grumble, defeated.

“I know. Soon, I promise.”

A doctor comes by a little while later to inform you about next steps and your limitations as you heal. It’s nothing you haven't heard before—rest, take it easy, don't push yourself. Nothing too strenuous on your body.

Safe to say, racing is definitely off the table during that time.

Max listens more intently than you do, taking in everything they say with rapt attention. He’s already designated himself as your caregiver for the entirety of your recovery time.

Or, he’ll try, at least. Unlike yourself, he still has a job to do. Races to win. They’ll bring up a reserve driver for the ones you miss, and he probably won’t be too happy about it. A lot of people won’t be too happy about it, but there’s nothing you can do.

Much to your relief, you’re discharged a few hours later. All you want to do is go home and sleep in your own bed, but you know the flight there will be nothing but work calls and video chats, establishing a timeline for your return and figuring out what kind of statement to put out on all Red Bull socials, among other things.

You know that with every person concerned with your wellbeing, there’s two more praying on your downfall. It’s just the way things are when it comes to situations like these.

“All set?” Max’s quiet voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

He’d changed out of his race suit, looking comfier and cozier in some joggers and a team hoodie that someone from Red Bull had brought by while you were asleep.

They’d brought you some clothes too, whatever had been in your driver’s room before the race. It feels much better than the hospital gown with an open back you’d previously had, that you’d nearly flashed Max your entire backside in when you got out of bed.

The soft smile gracing his face is nothing short of reassuring, as is his tone. He can tell you're starting to get a little nervous.

He holds out his hand for you to take and you do, intertwining your fingers together comfortingly. The quick kiss he presses to the side of your head also helps as you make your way down the sterile looking white hallway.

The scene in the lobby when you step out of the elevator somehow still takes you by surprise even though part of you had already known it was inevitable.

Dozens of reporters, countless paparazzi, all with their phones and cameras out towards you, all clamoring for your attention. The flashing makes you see stars, remnants visible even when you squeeze your eyes shut to block it all out for a moment.

You should be used to this by now. It’s something you deal with every single day, but this time seems different. You feel vulnerable, under the lens of a microscope while you struggle to hide what really happened in the crash.

“Max,” You breathe, tugging at his hand. He stops in his tracks. The fear in your eyes must be evident, because he puts his back towards them, blocking their view of you just long enough so you can gather enough courage to brave the crowd.

“We’ll leave when you’re ready,” He says. “Take your time.”

You inhale a deep breath, fingers tightening around his to ground yourself. “Okay,” You say. “Okay, let’s go.”

Head down, eyes focused on putting one foot in front of the other, you step outside. Max still keeps himself between you and the paparazzi as you make your way to the car idling at the curb, a guiding hand at the small of your back while the other protects your face from any cameras being stuck in it.

He’s always been a tad protective when it comes to you, no matter how much you tell him you can take care of yourself just fine. It’s times like these when you’re glad he doesn’t listen to you on some things.

He makes himself your shield until he can use the car door as one, helping you into the backseat gently but quickly. You suspect he might want to throw up a certain finger at the paparazzi, but he won’t.

“That never gets any easier,” You chuckle breathlessly. Max, ever the vigilant one, gives you a once over to make sure you’re all squared away. “I’m good, Max, I promise. I would tell you if something was wrong.”

He smiles sheepishly, dragging a hand through his already messy hair. “I know you would. I’m just checking.”

Max’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and not for the first time since he’s been with you. More like the fifth or sixth. He digs it out, not to answer it or even check who it is, just to send them to voicemail before putting it away again.

You don’t miss the furrow between his brows, or the frown that turns his lips for a split second.

“It must be important if whoever that is keeps trying to call you,” You say softly. Max just shrugs. “It’s Christian, isn’t it?”

“He can wait.”

“Turning down multiple calls from the boss isn’t a good look, Max. We both know that.”

“Yeah, well, then he can fire me.”

“What, and lose the one bright shining star Red Bull has?” You snort. You mean it as a joke, but Max doesn’t seem to think so.

“You need to give yourself more credit, liefje. You’re a great driver.”

“Literally everyone else begs to differ. You wouldn’t have crashed like I did.” It’s a snippy remark, you’re aware of the fact. The frustration is starting to catch up with you now.

“Who gives a fuck about what other people say? You never have, so don’t start now,” Max says, looking entirely serious. “Take this time to recover and come back even stronger, more prepared, and hungry for more wins. Be the unstoppable force I know you are.”

“I’d kiss you if it didn’t hurt to move right now.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up into a grin. “You’ll have plenty of opportunity to kiss me later, don’t worry.”

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bonsubear · 9 hours ago

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Hi, I haven’t written fanfiction for a hot minute so I’m terribly rusty. So, if this isn’t coherent oops. Also, if Mark is OOC just close one eye and keep reading hehe.

Inspired by @/tiramissyoucake and the anonymous asker who requested a short story of Reader hating Mark but loving Invincible!!! I like that idea very much so I’m stealing it for a moment >:)

Fangirl! Reader

WC: 1696

He should probably feel annoyed about the fact that this girl in his biology class seems to hate him with each fiber of her being for no reason—her eyes always hard with disdain and her mouth quick to shoot an insult whenever he did an action or said something she didn't like (which was basically anything, even breathing) but oddly enough, he didn’t.

She had transferred to his school before his powers kicked in and before his superhero alter ego, Invincible, was born. She was in a couple of his classes besides biology. On some occasion his eyes couldn’t help drifting to her, noting one or two things about her.

From what Mark could tell, she was quiet and kept to herself. You’d think that she was a hard-working student who was diligently taking notes with how she would pretend to type something important on her laptop, but he always quietly chuckled at the sight of her on some shady website reading an obscure comic.

He would quite literally watch her browse through comics with long titles and choose the most outrageous plot then shift her laptop away from the direction of other students as if people (aka him) behind her couldn’t clearly see what she was doing.

Oh, and in English class she would tuck her air pods in her ears and try to cover them with her hair—playing some sort of audio book or a YouTube video. Even though she would try and hide her reactions, Mark could tell whenever something amusing happened. The small quirk of her lips, how fast she would twirl her hair, and the slight sway of her body as she stared blanky at empty air while listening intently.

Also, you were a fan of shopping for clothes and accessories. Nearly every day he would notice a brand-new item or piece of clothing on her. It could be a new, shiny necklace that fits perfectly on her chest or a new jacket that was too neat to be old. She also shopped for cosmetics like perfume that smelled differently from the last and a new subtle shade of lipstick that was applied perfectly on her lips.

Though her spending habits didn’t go well with her checking account. Mark caught the girl pouting multiple times looking at her bank account that was a little bit too low for anyone’s liking, refreshing the screen as if the number would change.

...

Okay, maybe he took note of a little bit more than one or two things. Whatever, sue him.

But for some unexplained reason, this girl had serious hatred toward him. The type of hatred you’d think Mark did something absolutely horrible. Like, shooting her childhood pet or punching her elderly grandmother.

He never did any of those things or anything else. However, he must've done something to piss her off at some point to declare him public enemy #1.

“I’m going to throw acid at your face and make you blind if you don’t stop staring at me.”

“Nerds are usually smart, thanks for going against the stereotype.”

“I went to Loserville and the residents told me you were the mayor.”

“Wow, you killed that, Mark! … Next time make it yourself.”

It was insult after insult every time he interacted with her.

“Dude, why do you keep trying to talk to her? It ends the same way every time.” Will deadpanned after he witnessed yet another verbal attack on Mark, you walking away without sparing a single glance back. “Don’t tell me your one of those guys who get off on that sort of thing.”

“No! No! Why would you suggest that?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He flatly replied, raising his brow. “That girl clearly hates your guts! Yet everyday you try to talk to her as if she didn’t tell you to kill yourself the other day.”

“Eh, more like every day.”

“See! Hates you!”

“Your right, Will. I’ll stop trying to be friends with her…”

“Atta boy!”

“… soon.”

“Come on, man!”

Then, when Mark’s powers kicked in and he became Invincible—he got busy and stopped trying to talk to you. Not that he lost interest didn't want to get to know you, but so much things were happening.

His eyes still wandered to you in class, noticing that your hair looked different so that must mean you went to another shopping spree and got a new shampoo or conditioner and other things—but Mark was busy trying to be the best he could be so interactions with you stopped.

That was until he saved your life during an attack as Invincible.

Holding the civilian in his arms tightly as he landed down, small bits of debris on his shoulders as he let out a small huff, he shifted his gaze around to see if any other civilians needed his attention. “It was a good thing I caught you in time.” Mark smiled, his eyes blinking behind his goggles as he looked down at the person he was holding in his arms.

His eyes widened in shock (though you couldn’t tell because of the goggles) when he realized who he had just saved.

Holy shit, it’s you.

And fuck, why were you staring at him so cute? Your eyes that would stare at him with hatred were instead filled with adoration and admiration as your hands were basically trembling holding your phone to your chest.

“I—uh—wow—um,” His voice was caught in his throat, his breath hitching as he wasn’t used to this type of look on you. You stared at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the whole world, and Mark could feel his stomach flip flop as he averted his gaze. “Are, are you hurt?” He squeezed the words out his throat, looking back at your wide eyes that were still filled with that adoration.

“Yes! Yes! I’m perfectly fine now, Invincible! Thank you so much!” You happily yelped, suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck. You squeezed tight, practically burying your face as if he was oxygen and you were trying to fill your lungs.

The scent of your shampoo filled his nose, and he recognized that it was the same one you used on Tuesday. It smelled good.

Play it cool, play it cool.

“N-No problem, citizen!”

“You’re the best Invincible, thank you so much! Thank you!’ You pulled away from the grip you had on his neck, “I’m going to follow you home!”

“What?”

“I-I mean, I’m so indebted to you!” You squealed like a fangirl. Your cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, your whole body shaking from not the adrenaline of almost being killed but instead because of the excitement of Invincible holding you. “Ever since you made your debut as a hero, I’ve been such a huge fan of yours! And now you’re here and y-you saved me!”

… You’re a fan?

He carefully let you down on the floor, your legs catching yourself as he turned around to hide the fact that his cheeks were burning a deep shade of red. “Please, uh, evacuate! It’s not safe in this area—I have to go, s-sorry."

“Anything for you! Stay safe Invincible!”

And anything for him indeed because after that day, you were always decked out in school with some sort of Invincible merchandise attached to you. Keychains, stickers, shirts, nails themed after his suit, and more. Jesus, you even changed the wallpaper on your phone and laptop to pictures of him!

“Wow, you really like that Invincible guy.” Will whistled, pointing out the chibi Invincible phone charm that was attached to your phone case.

“Of course I do! He’s the best hero ever. The coolest guy and the most handsomest!” You whipped around, bursting in happiness at the mention of Invincible. “You would be an idiot not to like him.” You eyed Mark at the ‘idiot’ part, before turning back to Will. “I always liked him when he first appeared on the news, but oh my fucking God after he saved my life, I had to make my love for him public!”

“W-What does that mean?” Mark asked, intrigued.

“What it fucking means, dipshit. It’s obvious.” You hissed, turning to him, “What fan doesn’t have a shrine to their idol? Their one and only? Are you stupid?”

That was not obvious—wait shrine?

“I have photographs of him, official and fan made merch, posters—everything! He’s basically my husband at this point.” You swayed in your seat, your cheeks turning pink with how you were shamelessly gushing about him. You continued to ramble as Mark Grayson stared in disbelief, the girl who hates him loves him at the same time.

You love Invincible but hate Mark.

That made Mark feel… weird. There were butterflies in his stomach as he continued to stare at you and his chest felt a little heavy. He was upset, but not at you—which is odd because it should be towards you—but instead toward himself? Towards Invincible that you were so excited at the thought of his superhero alter ego instead of him.

Was he jealous... of himself?

"How much do you like him?" Mark asked quietly, tilting his head.

"I'll let him crack me open." You sighed dreamily without a second of hesitation, and Mark choked on his spit as soon as he heard that. "Also, correct yourself—I don't just like him, I love him. Now, go away and stop bothering me, loser." You turned around in your seat before he could say that Will was the one to bother you first, not him.

He continued to stare at the back of your head, dumbfounded at how you were a big Invincible fan. A big fan of him.

The urge to turn you around and tell you that he was Invincible was strong. Not because he wanted to rub it in your face that the guy you actively hate on was actually your favorite superhero but because he wanted you to stare at him with those big eyes of adoration toward Mark Grayson, not Invincible.

...

Jesus, what was wrong with him?

This is kinda bad but uh, I tried :P Goodnight I have to wake up at 6 am dfjndfnsj

#mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #reader insert #invincible x reader #fanfic #kinda cringe sorry yall #i tried #i'll do better next time #maybe maybe not

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aka-indulgence · 1 day ago

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Intruder

(Dust!Sans x Reader)

Wrote a lil Dust Sans drabble… the scene struck me in the middle of the night and suddenly i was just…. ehe 👉 👈

The premise is your ‘kidnapped and stranded in Nightmare’s castle with all the Bad Sanses’.

Also he’s big Sans because I want him to be :]

Your bedroom is one of the very few safe, personal space you had in this castle. So it was a shock to see those eyelights in the dark; especially those belonging to the one you could never figure out. CW: breaking and entering, minor threats, getting in your bed without permission (non sexual)

—————

You're not sure what woke you up. Maybe you just sensed something was different.

Your eyes flew open with a sudden sense of urgency you couldn't place. You were staring at basketball shorts, and your eyes shot up to the owner.

Dust might be the most strikingly unnerving of all of Nightmare's 'hired hands'. He was the quietest of the group— even more than Horror. You knew Killer was always wearing a facade, an emotionless monster with a good mask that was capricious and unpredictable. But as soon as you see Dust, you know in your soul he was bad news.

Your eyes met his mismatched ones; the blood reds with a striking blue center in his left eyelight. It was always impossible to read him, and the hood hiding the rest of his face made him look like a large, shadowy figure, leaving only his eyes leering down at you. They were so bright in the dark.

You open your mouth.

"don't scream."

He says it all too casually. With a flick of his wrist, a glowing blue bone materialized under his hand, its threatening luminance silencing you before you could even form a thought.

"don't talk. don't make any sudden movements."

You freeze, your thoughts freeze. You couldn't fathom for what reason this, this murderer is doing in your locked room in the middle of the night. What was the point of a locked room in a castle full of teleporting skeletons anyway?

"scooch over. i'm just going to get in your bed."

Haha… what the fuck?

You've been through lots of things since you've been kidnapped to this literal Nightmare realm, where killing was just another Tuesday for its residents. But this might be the most bewildering and frightening thing that's ever happened to you.

Regardless, you do as he says, making room for him. There's audible relief in his breaths when you do. With another flick, the bone fades into nothing and the skeleton lifts your blanket, shuffling into the bed with you.

He's so large and heavy, the bed creaks and bends as he moves under the covers with you, and you feel a quick chill followed by the warmth of his body the closer he is to you. The quick relief from the lack of physical threats was quickly replaced by the absolute terror of having Dust be so close to you. That terror is compounded when he doesn't stop when his elbow touches you and he turns to you.

You've never seen his face so close.

Your eyes are wide, with him unceremoniously wrapping his arms around you, squishing you into his chest and tucks your head under his neck. You're blinking, heart stuck in your throat, his ribcage expanding against your cheek, before he lets out a long, shaky sigh. You didn't notice it until just now how shallow and rapid his breaths had been. Even now there's a slight tremble in his bones and his breathing.

Your cheeks turn pink, feeling the distinct segments in his phalanges as his hands glide behind your back, bunching up your shirt a little above your hips. Whether it was intentional or not, you couldn't tell.

Just when you think you can relax a little, Dust's nasal cavity presses to the crown of your head, and the skeleton takes a ribcage-full of it. You fist your hands in anticipation of… you don't know what, especially when you feel his teeth graze you. Whatever he smells, he likes, because he pushes his arms further around you and gives you another sniff.

You don't realize you're trying to get some space from him when all of a sudden a leg hooks around yours. You stifle your cry, but the smallest of sounds escape you. Dust grits his teeth, and his fingers sink into you, your throat tightening in your attempts to quieten your whines.

There's a growl in his throat. Your heart stops.

…

But nothing happens. He releases his grip on you, a hand drifting up to brush your hair.

"sorry."

Sorry?

"i'm not trying to scare you. you're just… really cute when you make those little noises."

… What?

"I… I don't understand."

You knew all the skeletons liked you in one way or another, despite Nightmare insisting that you're merely a bargaining tool. Horror was both a Teddy and a Bear, a hungry beast who couldn't communicate when he wanted affection. Killer was a loudmouth who made his intentions towards you clear as day, even letting slip his softer feelings from time to time. Nightmare was an enigma, but it was clear he had a fondness for you. Dust… you couldn't tell if Dust liked you, at all. The sudden teleporting behind you, silently stalking around you, the uncaring way he looked down on you. You thought he thought you a nuisance. Or at the most, something fun to poke.

And here he was, practically clinging to you.

"i needed to find you. i was hoping you wouldn't wake up."

… He sounds… genuine. And relaxed. You take the opportunity to ask.

"Is something wrong?"

Dust shifts, so he could see your eyes. You've never seen his look so soft before, a lighter hue than before. With his hood moved, you could see a glimps of his face in this low light, just a hint of his teeth, and a part of his cheek. If you didn't know any better, this would be the perfect romantic scene with a boyfriend.

"i'm just," he grimaces, "i'm just having a bad night."

He brushes his face, palm to his sockets. When he removes his hand, his eyelights pulse unpleasantly, the edges looking like an old TV before they stabilize again.

"it's not important."

From the hint of a grimace, you don't think it's 'not important.'

You don't push it though.

"Ok. But then… why are you here?"

You know why. But you need more. And it needs to come from the monster himself.

Dust looks tired, but in a good way; the kind of tired you feel when you've just gotten home from a long journey, where you can finally rest. The back of a phalange brushes your cheek.

"i always come to your room when i have a bad night. this is just the first time you woke up."

"H… huh?"

"relax. all i did was watch you sleep. nothing happened," his forehead bumps into yours. He's never been so… intimate with you. And to this degree?

"look. you make the voices stop." He explains. His brow quirks, and he moves his head back, murmuring "oh hush now,"then turning back to you.

Now that, you did notice, the times where it looks like he's talking to himself— or more accurately, arguing with himself. You've never seen it up close before, though.

You swallow at how closely his eyelights were observing you, his face so close you felt his breaths on your lips.

"Wh-wha," you stammer, "what do you want me to do?"

"nothing." He's looking at you so intensely. "go back to sleep."

"Uh—"

You're floored. Dust closes his sockets, his mouth open a crack, then presses his face to your cheek. He moves his head back and forth, like a, like a… nuzzle. A very gentle, wanting nuzzle. There's a rumble in your throat, softer than before; a purr?

He pulls your legs closer, squeezing one arm around your chest and buries his fingers in your hair. His breathing slows as he falls asleep. You…

You don't know what to do. Stuck between his bones, you're forced to fall asleep next to him.

#dust x reader #dust sans x reader #aka writing #i want. squished in bed while being scared ////

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starberry-cupcake · 13 hours ago

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no preamble because this one's gonna be long

previously, in nona del 9:

this happened

this is the general tag with all of them

CHAPTER 22 (BROKEN NINTHS SKULL, BABY!!!)

camilla is instructing nona on all the things harrowcita nonagesimus wouldn't do

which is a lot of things

there's also a makeover montage, still including indications of all the things to do and not do as harrowcita nonagesimus

they have to dye nona's eyes, in a way that sounds painful at best, to hide their color

which also implies that nona has to act like she's harrow AND blind

we suffer tells camilla that they didn't tell them blindness could be a recourse from varun's effect and camilla says it's only theoretical

nona, at hearing this, thinks she can remember something, but is not sure what

not decided on whether this is a point for the ice cube barbie theory or not

nona is also pretty attracted to tsundere pash

looking at tsundere pash is making her giggle, which is bad for the harrow impression

camolive are switching back and forth to communicate via letter and palmolive gives nona instructions to be more into the nonagesimus vibes

this is kind of the issue we've got going on

camilla also has to take a minute to catch her breath in a corner after all the switching

nona has to get dinner so, after forcing herself to eat some real human fodd, she goes to chew on an eraser

nona would have eaten these like cereal

camilla suggests nona to pretend that she's got the "blue madness" and act like judith if she is asked something difficult

act like judith now, not act like judith would regularly, which would be to call the second and rat people out

I still like you, judith, you wet pathetic mouse

nona is very turned on by tsundere pash handling a knife

tsundere pash is ordered to guard angel teacher because she's the only one left who can, even if she's probably in trouble for all that happened in school

tsundere pash says that angel teacher "shouldn't be near th—" and gets interrupted

we suffer asks camolive if they're certain a simple touch will be enough, to which camolive say yes

I thought this was about gideon but I'm not so sure now

they all get in tsundere pash's uber and angel teacher is also there

nona looks at all the people on the street doing their daily people things and I really like that, because we're reminded again how nona's perspective is always on the people around her

how observant she is of everyone and how she sees everyone, even in moments in which she's in the midst of the most determining thing that will happen in that planet

she's looking at people righting their bins and walking around and it's like

people are always people, even when situations are dire, and there's always going to be humanity, even in the midst of chaos

and nona takes some time to see that, and I think that's wonderful

ANYWAY

angel teacher asks camilla if it really will be so simple, to which camilla says "yes" but idk about that

simple doesn't tend to be the way with lyctors

camilla says their chances are 50/50, with her dying in the bad ending

WHICH I DON'T WANT

and then, camilla proceeds to arm herself

it's all incredibly cool

I love her

she feels relieved when she's armed with all her knives and weapons

me too, babe, give 'em hell

tsundere pash starts being tsundere with camilla and her weapons

she starts telling her things like "die quick, die cold, bring 'em with you" and "I pulled a trigger next to you, that doesn't mean nothing. But it doesn't change who you are."

TSUNDERE PASH STOP FLIRTING WITH CAMILLA WITH YOUR TSUNDERE WAYS

YOU DON'T DESERVE HER

when they get to the building, they are let in without any of the preamble they had gone through with coronabeer

they enter the building, that is filled with rubbish and smells, like someone wants to get rid of stench but can't

and then they reach a scene that's like some jabba the hut situation, with yandere chad, coronabeer and pyrrha

(is pyrrha kinda boba fett coded or is it just me?)

nona takes some time to describe how beautiful coronabeer looks

to continue with the star wars references, yandere chad's got some uniformed corpses standing around like the stormtroopers at the entrance to rise of the resistance

nona (and the audience) is reassured by pyrrha moving in a very pyrrha manner, which means the quadruple crossing allegations are true and she's still on our side

this is some mechamaru level scheming

yandere chad goes "You're nearly a minute late, Harry"

and I'm like

CHAPTER 23 (SIXTH HOUSE SKULL, BABY!!!!!!)

yandere twin is mad and trying to discredit that harrowcita can be in the planet with her own body, while she has to use chad like a power wheels car

she's also mad that coronabeer didn't mention that harrowcita was allegedly blind

she's also having trouble handling two nervous systems at once

yandere twin is also surprised that camilla is allowed to wear gideon's glasses

she's constantly trying to get a rise out of camilla, but camilla doesn't give a fuck

"Who cares what I think? I'm only a Lyctor, a sacred fist and gesture holding the power of life and death, having ascended to the state your pompous moralising blowhard of a necromancer disdained"

nona is giving just "no" answers, and yandere chad is disappointed because she was expecting harrowcita to come in there demanding gideon's body

not like that, you naughties

yandere chad asks nona (as harrow) if she's changed gideon for camilla, who she considers an upgrade, because of the lack of ass jokes

camilla is an upgrade of anything anytime at any occasion

yandere chad says she doesn't care about the sixth house

(and the sixth house doesn't care about you, bitch)

but she wants to take it back to dr reverend emperor john, who does care very much

camolive don't want to tell yandere chad how they managed to get the sixth house across and yandere chad says she'll ask the oversight body, since she doesn't "need all of them"

I'm getting S I C K and T I R E D of people playing 3d chess with the sixth house

yandere chad wants to make dr reverend emperor john use more military brutality

of course she does

camilla is smiling at the whole thing, though, which yandere chad gets mad about

she tells yandere chad that cassiopeia left the sixth instructions to leave a long time ago

"If he hears that yet another of his duplicitous sluts betrayed him, he's never going to come back from it."

coronabeer is trying to convince yandere twin to run with her and leave everyone alone

they have a way of talking to each other that I'm gonna pretend isn't making me uncomfy at times

yandere chad says they're closer to their goal than ever, so she can't

yandere chad makes it clear that "people" are the last thing on her list of priorities

yandere chad asks pyrrha where the few necros who are alive are and they talk about their lack of training

but then yandere chad gets tired of going around in conversations and plain and simply asks nona (who she thinks is harrow) how tf is she alive and why she's there

nona remembers she's supposed to play judith and starts freaking out and crying "help"

at that, everything kind of goes to hell

lights go out, yandere chad drops nona and staggers back, pyrrha is down on her hands and knees, coronabeer is standing, flanked by dead people, zombies (actual zombies, not metaphoric ones) are falling around

yandere chad goes

nona thinks she's fucked up

yandere chad says she's going to leave with her tied and gagged and "not as a sex thing"

not again with the lyctor orgies

so, pyrrha announces that everyone with a necromantic body is down and yandere chad decides to pack their bags and go without the sixth, especially because she doesn't want dr reverend emperor john to find out about cassiopeia spilling beans

and clarifies that she never cared about the people in the planet

yandere twin also holds a grudge because camilla didn't save her arm

yandere chad decides to kill camilla and coronabeer doesn't like that

I DON'T EITHER

yandere chad says she's already saving judith, so she only gets to keep one

camilla, though

camilla brings back the RECEIPTS

remember back in canaan house when everyone was acting like they were better than camilla, so she had to go kick martita's ass in front of everyone and then yandere twin was like "we can challenge you"?

well, camilla is like "we never said no so, you owe us"

she says that if she loses, she dies but, if she wins, she gets to walk

without nona (posing as harrow)

she says she wants to die on her feet

I'm a little nervous ngl, but also, I LOVE HER AND I KNOW SHE'LL KICK ASS SOMEHOW

yandere chad doesn't want to accept because it's all too "storybook-like"

so coronabeer decides to be very dramatic and put a gun on her throat

then they do the most sisterly thing they've ever done in this whole series

"Stop being so fucking dramatic—" "Staaahp being so fucking dramahhhtic"

they argue until yandere chad accepts to fight camilla

coronabeer calls her "my necromancer" which is a lot and I'm not gonna touch it

coronabeer sets a rule for no active necromancy

yandere twin calls camilla a "pea brain" and gives her the advantage of winning if she takes her handkerchief off her

camilla asks if she can keep the handkerchief if she does

I'm out there throwing my handkerchief on the ground for camilla to pick up like lydia bennet

nona is having liquid coming out of her orifices and her head is throbbing and is worried her eye dye must be ruined

nona can't catch a break

coronabeer dictates the rules of combat and the fight begins

camilla blocks all of yandere chad's attacks at first

soon after, though, she is nearly hit and nona gets worried

I'm concerned but also hopeful because I trust her with my life

camilla is moving fast and handling her knives back and forth and flipping them around

she gets behind yandere chad, in a position in which she can't get to camilla so she can stab her

but yandere chad attacks her anyway and ends up stabbing camilla, who holds her wrist, then hand, then sword

camilla, however, says "match to the sixth"

to which yandere chad replies "what?" before falling backwards

MATCH TO THE SIXTH, BITCH

BUT PLEASE GET MY WIFE A NECROMANCER DOCTOR PLEASE AND THANK YOU

CHAPTER 24 (GIDEON SKULL, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I should have stopped at the previous chapter but the gideon skull and the uncertain state of my beloved made me continue

once yandere chad is out, all the dead stormtroopers fall, some on top of poor nona, who still can't catch a break

coronabeer runs to camilla and she responds that she's not going anywhere

thank whatever god that isn't the one in these books

yandere chad then springs back to life and is glad to see camilla alive, to which pyrrha says "You fucking legend"

because yandere chad isn't yandere twin or chad anymore, it's palmolive

if you had told me in book one that palmolive was eventually going to be inside chad's body, this is not exactly what I would have thought

camilla wants them to take out the sword from her body, she says she'll be fine

peer reviews are mixed on that

they do it anyway and coronabeer goes to fetch a med kid

something that should have been done before the sword extraction imo, but I'm not a doctor

"I gambled and you covered my bet. You kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengance and my grace. And now I have fought through time, and the River, and Ianthe the First —fought and bested Ianthe the First, and I hope I never fight her ever again...Will you not look at me now, Cam, and know me?"

"Yes, Warden, I will always know you."

QUEERPLATONIC RELATIONSHIP GOALS

pyrrha asks palmolive to use his vulcan necro powers to sense where gideon's body is stashed

palmolive literally gives the info like this

pyrrha is like "palm, bud, this is the best intel I've ever gotten of anything ever"

pyrrha has spent eternity doing group projects with the same asshats and finally is paired up with someone who pulls his weight

palmolive assures them that yandere twin is still alive somewhere in there and that, even if it was mere seconds to them, he spent a long time fighting with her for the dominance of chad's body

gideon would make a comment about that

coronabeer is grateful to palmolive for not killing her sister

but nona thinks she's grateful in a way that reminds her of noodle the dog, which is another thing to add to the weirdness of the third

I mean, if you think about it, it's a design problem, the way to become a lyctor was clearly meant for the truly unhinged, so what else can we expect from this casting process dr reverend emperor john was doing

pyrrha and nona go on gideon duty and pyrrha asks nona how she's doing

she's hanging in there, barely, like the rest of us

nona decides to also break the news to pyrrha that she's dying

and pyrrha says she's not gonna die on her watch

they're all making a lot of promises on things they have no idea about

yandere twin has left some wards in a sus door with instructions that go "Don't go through here. I mean it, idiot. You will disintegrate."

reminds me of canaan house

pyrrha says that they're gonna have to use nona to go through, because she has the best regenerative powers this side of the river

she says gideon is the key to the door that's been closed for ten thousand years, the last thing left from a woman she tried to trick into loving her and might be nona

in this moment, I don't think she's nona, there's a lot of book left still

straightforward isn't the way we do it here in tlt

pyrrha helps nona start putting her arm through the ward and then we're immediately in body horror territory

nona is able to pull through, though

claps for nona

pyrrha clips her nails with a pocketknife and she's good to go

she stays behind to clean the ward while nona goes inside to find gideon's body

nona isn't very impressed with gideon's body and she mentions her having redder hair than pyrrha

I was told by someone that pyrrha had red hair and I had never in this whole time caught that fact

sometimes you miss a detail and then it hits you in the face

nona thinks it'd be a downgrade to go from harrow's body to gideon's

which, RUDE

she's ok with the golden eyes, which are like hers

that's another important thing to note

so, after ripping gideon's appearance to shreds, nona decides to kiss her

to which, gideon reacts with shock and disbelief (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

and nona says "You looked like you wanted to be kissed, that's all."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pyrrha comes back and gideon is again very dead

nona asks pyrrha about commander wake, to which pyrrha says that her and og!gideon punched her through an airlock but she was ready to commit

nona observes that pyrrha looks at gideon like she wants to protect her and own her

and she tells her that she kissed her and woke her up, but gideon doesn't seem to be moving anymore

pyrrha is thankful that nona isn't a puddle on the ground after that

she says it's good that yandere twin couldn't transfer but that she's too dangerous to be running around with lyctor powers

nona also thinks that gideon's clothes are very nice but don't look good on her, which I agree

not butch enough

nona is still a little wobbly but they manage to go back with gideon's body into the jabba the hut dais yandere chad had going on

halfway there, they find coronabeer and pyrrha says that gideon might be a copy and not the real one, because she can't think of why dr reverend emperor john would let her body go around like that

also, the shuttle, according to palmolive, is fucked

AND judith is starting to feel bad and palmolive can't use chad's body to do necromancy the way yandere twin could

coronabeer has to give nona a piggyback ride to the jabba dais

when they get there, the most important news: CAMILLA IS FINE

SHE'S FINE PEOPLE, SHE'S OK, SHE LIVES

coronabeer doesn't think gideon is a copy because yandere twin wasn't acting like she was

palmolive checks her wounds and they are consistent with gideon's

he also can't do necro stuff, not even minor, because of dr reverend emperor john's powers over gideon's body

coronabeer mentions that, while gideon's body was with BOE, they dropped her from places and tried to drown her and other stuff and it never looked more than minutes dead

coronabeer is also reassuring her gf judith who's having a hard time

camilla offers her blood and palmolive says he'd slap her if he didn't find the idea of chad slapping her to be super awful

which, fair

palmolive thinks the way to go is to look for the sixth first because his mom might know how to figure out the suttle situation

palmolive has a whole to do list, actually

I'm already tired and we haven't even started

they decide to take some of gideon's blood to see if it survives outside her body

BUT GIDEON WAKES UP

SHE WAKES UPPPPP

"If that's how you get a lady's pants off, holy shit, no wonder I stole your girl" "Unlike some of us, I've never much seen the allure of an evil cougar"

WE'RE SO BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 25 (BROKEN GIDEON SKULL, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

"You're the one who bragged about spading my mom."

I missed her so much

(I think gideon would like wynnona earp)

pyrrha doesn't understand how dr reverend emperor john got gideon back if harrow hadn't been able to manage full fusion

gideon says she's a lot of titles (more than yandere twin) and also "mega dead"

she calls nona "fake nonagesimus" and asks, with very little tact, how palmolive is there if he exploded

nona is like "I TOLD YOU SHE WAS AWAKE"

(awake, pun intended)

gideon is not having it with nona and goes "Who is this literal infant?"

gideon, that's a great question

my money right now is on somewhere around amnesiac ice cube barbie with maybe something else going on

nona and gideon are NOT getting along

gideon used to be good with kids but I don't think she appreciates an unknown kid occupying her situationship's body

turns out, gideon hitched a ride with yandere twin because she was bored

she also gives a very cryptic comment about the current state of the river

and says she wants to go with them to the ninth

palmolive asks gideon if she shouldn't be trying to stop them and gideon goes "you wanna fight me?"

palmolive also tells her he considers her a friend, which makes nona angry because she doesn't think gideon deserves it

nona, you missed two books of context, my child

gideon gives excuses that sound very vague and nona clocks that she's lying

which makes gideon very upset and camilla upset at gideon

gideon says she just wants to go to the ninth and people should mind their own business

(translation: "who cares what I do? who cares what I say?", iconic lyrics from an iconic song by alaska y dinarama)

my theory is that maybe harrow is in the tomb? or something? because that's where she was in book two? maybe she wants to find her? maybe the tomb was already opened though not physically? idk, man

DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING PLEASE I BEG YOU

camilla staggers at one point and gideon catches her before remembering she's acting all stoic and indifferent

I see you, gideon

nona sees you too

also, gideon's skin is now impenetrable because dr reverend emperor john turned her into more of an xmen than she already was

she tells pyrrha that the wounds he didn't fix are her "speed holes to go fast" and I'm here like "I've missed this idiot"

she also tells camilla that she's gonna end up like her if she keeps fucking around, which is yet another moment of not being able to pretend she doesn't care about her friends

she explains also that her blood outside of her body turns to ash and gives some necromancy jargon I didn't think gideon would ever learn

nona says that she's never seen anyone so sad in her whole life

:'( poor gideon

hugs to gideon, group hug

AND THAT'S IT!!! SO SORRY IT WAS SO LONG!!! I actually ran out of space for pics and had to delete some T_T I'm falling asleep as I go, so I hope this isn't the messiest recap ever. I'll try to make the next one shorter??? maybe??? it's difficult!!!

#luly reacts to tlt #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #long post #gif cw

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amybeerhouse · 2 days ago

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Message From Bob

Oct 29, 2008 11:00pm

“hi! its bob

it's been a long time since since we have talked. i just wanted to say hi and fill people in on what has been happening with us. as a whole we are all getting ready to get rolling again. we really needed this break but enough is enough already. i cant wait to see the refreshed and excited MCR again. no more falling asleep at 5pm, no more drinking 20 red bulls, just good times coming up.

i will start with myself. my weird zoro scar on my wrist is going down finally. i have been doing physical therapy every few days now which is helping out a ton. i have to sit and lift tiny weights over and over again until i cant anymore, then i play with putty, then i stack cups, sometimes i squeeze plastic, play with rice, etc. It kinda feels like when i was in kindergarten day care except it hurts. my favorite part is hearing the stories of the other patients. one lady fell down her stairs because she tripped on her cat and broke her shoulder. i try not to laugh but i cant help it. i was actually sitting with a player from the bears last week too. that guy was about 20 feet tall and as big as a house. i didn't look him in the eye. i think i have a couple months before i am back to playing again. i am always going to have pain in my hand so i will be changing my playing a bit. i have to rearrange my drums and i will need to play waaay lighter. dont call me a p@$^y when you see me.

Other then that i am just hanging out. i got another dog! i now have two black german shepherds. they rule. they are my buddies. i am going to bring them everywhere with me. toro got a new puppy too. frank has 19 dogs now. i shot up up my garage with a pistol and the cops came. that was fun..... i also have been playing halo again. halo and legos is actually part of therapy for me. i just hit level 35 which is awesome for me. i would love to challenge anybody to a duel. my xbox name is dixiediarrhea (long story, my dogs name is dixie, she had diarrhea). if anyone knows souljaboy personally please let him know i challenge him. that guy seems like an awesome dude and i want to play against him. he says he can beat anyone. dixiediarrhea says differently. i will bet 2 dollars that i whoop him.

anyway, i see that im rambling. im tired. i was going to fill you in on everyone else but i dont want to anymore. hahaha. which actually brings me to a point. we are soon going to launch a new website. its going to be very simple and to the point. one of the new features will be us typing in on our phones straight to the site so everyone can tell you themselves what they are up to. now that we are coming out of MCR hibernation we want to keep everyone informed and to maybe have some fun. blogathon 5000. i will type in all the juicy details like perez hilton.

ok. im going to bed. me and my friend, the sanch, and dixie are about to drive from chicago to los angeles to hang with gerard and friends. come hang out.

see everyone soon or on halo”

#bob bryar #my chemical romance #gerard way #mcr #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #19 dogs???

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iwoulddieforher · 2 days ago

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She Doesn't Get Out Much | Casey Novak x Alex Cabot | Part 2

To read the summary and the previous works, check this post here.

This chapter summary: Casey gets the support she needs- it's tough to accept help, though. Mild warning for discussions of substance abuse disorders/exercise dependency issues, but it's all in the context of healing from them.

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“If you don't start eating,” the notorious, cutthroat judge said, “I’m going to start spoon-feeding you as if you're one of my kids.”

Casey Novak pressed her lips into a thin line and gave her mentor turned friend a pointed stare, which Mary Clark didn't even flinch under- rather, she flexed her eyebrows and provided her with a patronizing smile.

The redhead sighed, raising the soup to her mouth and blowing on it briefly before slipping the spoon into her mouth, tilting it back, and swallowing.

It was a dense mixture of broth, vegetables and chicken, well seasoned and proportioned but the flavor of it still weighed heavy on her tongue. She supposed it had been a while since she had eaten something indulgent like this was. It felt uncomfortable, but Mary had directed her to do so, and Casey wasn't in the habit of disobeying the elder woman.

“Good,” Mary commented, “Now, tell me how the job has been. I haven't seen you in a couple weeks, and in white collar you used to ask me to dinner at least twice a month- what's been going on?”

“You’re very direct,” Casey muttered under her breath, emerald eyes flickering to the side, “Most people would have the decency to wait until the person they invited out begins that type of conversation.”

“You don't become a judge and then half-way decent defense attorney by dancing around the point, dear,” came the easy reply, and Casey shot her another look that very clearly rejected the notion the other woman was only a ‘half-way decent’ attorney. Casey thought Mary Clark might be the most admirable person she knew.

They were both sitting comfortably in a small up-scale restaurant, a staple of Mary’s collection of small esteemed yet hideaway locations for when she wanted to drag her protege out for a meal. It used to happen very frequently, called on by either one- Mary would send Casey an invitation if she decided too much time had passed since she’d seen her, and Casey would call on her when she needed advice or otherwise some form of solace.

With her parents in a different state, it felt odd to admit, but Clark had filed seamlessly into her life as her emergency contact. It felt natural, having Mary tuck her under her wing, offering the wise experience decades of being at the forefront of law had provided her, and the emotional support she had needed. Even now, when Casey had gone to the prosecution and Mary parted to the defense, she felt more comfortable sharing her mind with her than perhaps anyone else. She wasn't entirely sure why she had so stubbornly been avoiding her.

“It’s been a bad couple months,” Casey replied vaguely, stirring her spoon idly and watching the liquid ripple under the ministration, “I haven't … had time for leisure.”

“You’ve been working yourself to the bone,” Mary commented wryly. “What is it, Casey? You’ve picked some kind of poison. You can tell me. Drinking? Drugs? Sex?”

“No-!” Casey snapped in an astonished and indignant huff, taken aback by Mary’s forwardness, although part of her wasn't particularly surprised by it. Mary did not make it a habit to beat around the bush, and it was obvious Casey wasn't doing as well as she could be, so of course Clark would be aggressive in her attempt to help her. It was familiar, though, the way Mary engaged with her, even if it still did make her a bit flustered to hear possible abuses said so brazenly. It took a lot to fluster someone as forward as Novak, so that was certainly saying something.

“I’m not addicted to anything,” Casey denied fervently, and honestly, because she wasn't. “I haven't taken anything I’m not supposed to, and I haven't been sleeping around, if that was the implication.”

“Sex addiction doesn't necessarily imply sleeping around, you can be addicted to sex with only one partner-” Mary half-shrugged and raised her teacup daintily, her pinkie finger extended automatically which made Casey snort internally at the juxtaposition between her professionalism and the vulgarity of her words.

“-but, I digress. Okay. So, what's wrong with you, then? I’ve reared four children and one manchild husband. I've heard and seen far more than I need to in order to know I can handle what you're going to tell me.”

Casey stayed stubbornly quiet.

She knew, internally, that she was inevitably going to tell her, because of course she would. She knew Mary was aware of that too. There was no version of this conversation in which she’d successfully be able to keep her struggle a secret, and she didn't want there to be one either, she did want to tell her.

It was a way to reassure herself, though, that her vulnerability was accepted- if she made Mary work her for it, then there was no way Mary could ever blame her for opening up, not that she … that was a bad thing to think, wasn't it?

“Don't disappear into that thick head of yours, Casey.” The sound of an impatiently tapping finger against the white tablecloth snapped Casey out of her internal dialogue and she swallowed, blinking back into present focus. Mary was looking at her expectantly.

“I started working at SVU,” Casey said, then, in an uncharacteristically small voice, a note of defeat in her tone.

Mary rewarded her for the slight lower of her guard by immediately ceasing the motion of her finger, and her eyes shifted from stern and expectant to almost maternal-like in care. This was the dynamic between the two- so long as Casey displayed the level of trust, respect and expectation the elder obliged her too, Mary would be her place of attention and support.

“Well, that much I’m aware of. You’ve asked me for help on some of your cases,” Mary nodded, tilting her head to the side. “Has something happened?”

Casey felt nauseous immediately, the line of questioning making her stomach flip uncomfortably. She could feel her shoulders urging her to let them hunch inward, so she forced herself to do the exact opposite, pushing her shoulders down and backwards while straightening her spine. Mary watched her do so with a disguised sense of interest, and although Casey knew she was watching, it didn't add or lessen the discomfort she felt.

She felt childlike under Mary’s intent gaze, but then again, she was the same age as Mary’s own children, so she supposed it wasn't that ridiculous of a thought. Casey felt small and somehow even weaker, more tired. She didn't want to admit that. She had worked exceptionally hard so that no one could ever identify she was struggling, and despite knowing she had to admit it if she wanted to improve the situation at all, it was a difficult thing to do.

A swell of anxiety rose in her middle, blocking her throat, and she coughed awkwardly. This wasn't like the defiant silence she had provided Alex with, where both didn't quite know what to say or if they were even ready to converse at all, she simultaneously wanted to pour it all out and run for the hills. It reminded her oddly of telling her father she had received a misconduct for fighting in the school courtyard, steeling herself desperately and yet hopelessly against his fiercely stoic gaze. She needed to say it, and she knew she wasn't going to be punished for it, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so.

“Casey,” the elder woman’s voice was far gentler now, “You know there's nothing you could tell me that could sway my opinion of you, yes?”

“I know,” Casey muttered hoarsely around the frog lodged firmly in her throat, “I don't know why this is so hard for me. It shouldn't be.”

“Nonsense,” Mary insisted, “Come now, dear. You take as much time as you need to find the words, but please do share them with me.”

The redhead nodded slowly, trying to ease tension from her stuff muscles by letting out a shaky exhale. The stress wasn't subsiding the way she had hoped it would.

Ironically, and in a way Casey thought to herself was wildly naive, she almost wished it was Alex across from her- Alex who had already seen, who she didn't need to explain it all too, Alex who was trying to win her favor back and therefore couldn't make any real demand of her, while Mary- albeit gently- was currently asking for quite a lot.

Leverage and position, just like when drafting a plea deal.

She decided to try to frame it this way to herself. She had committed the crime of recklessly manhandling her latest court cases by showing up exhausted and experiencing physical afflictions, and she could forgive herself for her stupidity if she plead her way out by taking responsibility. The only way she could do that is if she admitted to the judge- a position Mary had formerly held, so it wasn't even that far off- her misconduct, and hope the court accepted her attempt at reconciliation.

Casey thought about how she’d want a defendant to apologize when admitting guilt to the court, and decided to follow the structure that type of address would entail.

“I’ve been reckless,” Casey said slowly, “I’ve endangered my cases and therefore the reputation of myself and the DA by appearing in court while in a state in which I shouldn't have.”

Mary nodded, although a small twinge of confusion was evident in the way one of her eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly- Casey had previously denied any sort of substance abuse, and she couldn't assume any other sort of state she could’ve appeared in.

“It isn't an excuse for my actions, but I’d like to offer an explanation,” Casey breathed, letting her green eyes flicker warily up to Mary's warm brown ones, and letting herself relax slightly when she was met only with sympathy and apparently growing concern, “I … I haven't been sleeping. I’ve intentionally neglected sleeping because I … I keep …”

She was growing frustrated with her inability to just spit the godforsaken words out, and she could see Mary’s eyes flicker down as Casey’s fingers clenched in on themselves from where she had laid them on the table.

“It's stupid,” Casey gasped, tears pricking at her eyes, defeat tasting as bitter in her mouth as the feeling of her voice cracking with emotion did.

Mary’s hand extended over the length of the table to nestle comfortably over her’s, squeezing in a successful attempt to be reassuring. Casey felt herself breathe a bit easier with the physical affection, and she let her eyes drift to fixate on the gleam of Mary's golden rings as the elder woman ran her thumb soothingly over Casey’s hand.

“You’re working a really stressful job, Casey.” Mary coaxed, “I won't blame you for anything you’ve done, not when you've clearly already been beating yourself up for it.”

“I haven't been eating,” Casey spit out the words as if they were burning her, because they felt like they were, “I haven't been- been sleeping, because all I do when I’m not working is- is exercise.”

Mary looked bewildered, but now that Casey had gotten over that particular hurdle, it was like a dam had split wide open. Words lapped eagerly through the floodgates, tumbling from her tongue before she had a chance to agonize over each syllable.

“It's- it's gotten bad. I don't function, anymore, I can't stand to be in my own head if I’m not- from the second I get off of work, I’m at the batting cages until I physically can't be, and I have all these bruises and I know people are worried about me but I just can't- I can't handle it, everything feels to impossible, and when I’m moving I can't think about all that, but I’ve been stuck in perpetual movement for- for weeks, and I can't do this anymore.”

The hand that encased her’s squeezed again, warm and soft, unflinching and firm. Casey’s mind flickered back to watching Alex’s hand quiver every couple seconds, an action Alex herself hadn't even seemed aware of. The parallel was very obvious to her, but she wasn't sure what it meant.

She felt her eyes prick with tears, and despite not wanting to shake Mary’s hand off she needed to as she reached to press the edges of her palms against her eyes to contain the miserable liquid before it ruined her makeup and composure entirely. Mary had seen a lot from her, but sobbing wasn't one of them- Casey certainly did not make it a habit to cry in front of others, and this was no exception. She gritted her teeth and tried to curse internally. She tried to transfer her exhaustion and her anxiety into fury at the universe, but when she did that only caused an inadvertent flex in her bicep, and she realized that was exactly how she had gotten this bad. She had been channeling her grief into rage she could unleash via swings of a softball bat, and now she was stuck with no other way to bring herself back down.

“Can I tell you a story?”

This was exactly why Casey confided in Mary- the elder woman always managed to catch her off guard in the best way possible.

Mary never made her feel bitter with empty platitudes and pleasantries and faux comforts. She always had something unexpected and exactly right to calm the bubbling swirl of overwhelm in Casey’s heart. With a small hint of relief, a whispered thank-you to God for sending her a mentor like Mary Clark, Casey nodded and resigned herself to listen.

Casey studied the face of the older woman, chocolate brown irises with wisdom and smile wrinkles near her eyes and cheeks as her expression smoothed over thoughtfully. The elder woman broke eye contact to drop her gaze to the tablecloth, and Casey realized she was slightly uncomfortable.

“You don't know this about me,” Mary started, “because I don't quite make it a habit to tell, but it seems like a fitting time for me to tell you about something that happened … probably right around the time you started preschool. I do have a few years on you, after all.”

Even though through her scrutiny Casey was finding more slight indicators what Mary was about to confide was not an easy subject for her, she was making an obvious attempt to keep it lighthearted for Casey’s benefit. Casey offered her a weak smile at that small bit of humor.

“I had just had my third,” Mary murmured, referring to her children, “and the delivery had complications. To spare you the awkward details, it wasn't anything pretty. I had to stay in the hospital for a week or so, and it was much harder than I ever expected it could be, especially since my first two were reasonably easy.”

She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and then closed it again, her short brown hair swaying slightly as she shook her head. Mary attempted to gather the words, and Casey tried not to feel exceptionally guilty for asking this of her, but unlike with Alex- who was scrambling to find purchase, would offer information she’d later regret if it helped her regain standing next to Casey- Casey could trust that whatever Mary had to say was something she meant too. She didn't need to reassure Clark that she didn't need to say anything she was uncomfortable with.

“People always talk about postpartum depression,” Mary said after a few seconds, “Well, they do now- maybe not as much when I was going through it- but you never really understand until you're exhausted and can't muster up the willpower to want to care for yourself, or the kid you're going with it through, let alone the other two and a good-for-nothing husband- it was hard, Casey.”

“I can only imagine,” Casey heard herself say, as if through water. Something about the way Mary spoke soothed her frayed nerves in a way she hadn't felt in months. It was a weird experience, to finally be out and vulnerable, to not hold a facade. To not be the one scrutinized, rather the one observing.

“But obviously, just because you want to give up and sleep for weeks, you can't. World keeps spinning. Kids need to be cared for. So I picked up a habit that helped me keep me upright- I started smoking.”

Casey didn't know how to respond to that, so she just lowered her gaze submissively and shook her head slowly, hoping that conveyed some sort of empathy, not that she felt like Mary expected any from her.

“It was a cigarette a day, and then one every couple hours, and then before you knew it I was calling recess in court just so I could go out myself and chain-smoke. I was going through a pack in less than three days, and bottles of whatever kind of perfume I could use to try to hide the stench of it even faster.”

Mary waved her hand as though attempting to make a dismissive motion, but the weight of her words was far from anything Casey could ignore.

“I knew it had to stop when I had to ask a defense counselor to justify an objection, only because I had been mentally wondering when the next time I could hold a recess was, and not because I needed the elaboration. I don't think I’ve ever admitted that to anyone before.”

Brown eyes met green, and Mary’s gaze bore a comfortable space into Casey’s soul, chipping through the layers of crumbling cement to fill the hollow space with comfort instead of numb exhaustion.

“It hurts, Casey. I know it does. And almost every person you’ll find in a courthouse has some kind of story where the stress just got too much and they lost it. Some drink, some sleep with people they shouldn't, some take it out on other people. Some never recover, but I did, and I know you will, too.”

“I don't know how,” Casey’s voice cracked, but she didn't clamp her mouth shut or try to stiffen, she forced herself to relax into the vulnerability of the moment.

“You don't have too.”

Casey blinked at her and Mary’s hand found her’s once again.

“It starts with eating better,” Mary soothed, “it starts with listening to your basic needs. Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, sleep when you're tired and you can. Rest in the arms of people who love you.”

“I can't,” the redhead choked, pushing her head into her hands desperately, hiding her face and seeking support from her arms hopelessly.

“Mary, for years- for years, I’ve been- I’ve been telling myself that all I had to do was make it ‘till high school graduation, make it through law school, make it until I get married, but there's no goals anymore, and everything’s falling apart.”

Mary’s gaze sharpened quickly and Casey realized she had slipped up, revealed something she hadn't meant too. Mary had known she was engaged, and as Casey watched while internally cursing herself for the impulsive statement, her gaze flickered down to Casey’s hand. Casey had been engaged, and if marriage wasn't a goalpost anymore, that left only two options- either she had a husband, or she no longer had the immediate potential of one. No band adored Casey’s ring finger, and she could see that recognition click in Mary's eyes.

Defense attorneys had a habit of declaring their thoughts out loud, even if the implication of the situation was obvious enough. Clark was no different. It made Casey wince inwardly.

“You're not engaged to Mr. Morrison anymore?”

It had been a little over a year, fourteen long months since Casey had thrown Charlie out of her house, and the majority of people who had known about the engagement through idle understanding still didn't know it was over. Though, to be fair, she hadn't ever had that broad of a social circle to begin with- her parents had been informed when Casey kicked him out, his parents minutes after, and the few drifting college friends over the following weeks, and mostly only after they had asked first. Mary was one of the few exceptions who had been aware through random small talk, and Casey had never gone out of her immediate way to declare her potential marriage had crashed into a burning heap.

“No,” Casey muttered. She glanced up through her eyelashes, deciding if Mary would run with this topic, she’d continue it. Old women were always suckers to discuss romance in younger people, weren't they? “I’m not. And the person I saw after that didn't quite work out either, I- … I think.”

She hadn't lost Alex entirely. They would be speaking in two week’s time. But she had spent the past months struggling with the assumption she’d never enjoy the company of the blonde ever again, and despite it now being corrected, the shape their relationship had previously been did not fit the way Casey’s character had morphed under the stress of the previous months.

It was like a house one had moved out of and then revisited- bittersweet and hollowed, nostalgic in a heart wrenching way. The adornments that had lined the hallways, the understanding and familiarity ripped out and the walls entirely repainted. Perhaps the potential to repossess the property would occur, but there was no guarantee it would work, or that it would be at all comfortable like it had been before.

It might not work. She would not base her fragile state of the foundation that she had no way of ensuring would not crack under her. If she were to be better, she’d do it without her, and if she wanted to share a second chance with Alex, she’d need to be healthy for that.

“You think?” Mary tilted her head, but then blinked and shook her head quickly. “For another time, Casey. Clever, though, trying to redirect me like that.”

“Lawyer for a reason,” Casey said quietly, taking a spoonful of now-cold soup into her mouth so she’d have something other than speaking to do with her tongue. She averted her gaze. Her mental energy to have an emotionally taxing conversation like this was plummeting by the second, even with someone she trusted as much as Mary Clark.

“So if you don't have that type of consolation, Casey, what support are you getting?”

That was the question probing the area Casey did not want to delve into. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping Mary would get the message, which of course she did- but even a defense attorney as formidable as her wasn't quite sure how to breach such a sensitive topic.

“... You're working with the Special Victims Unit, so you have a set rotation of detectives now- are any of them trustworthy enough?”

“I don't know how to answer that without sounding like a rejected schoolchild,” Casey muttered before she could stop herself. Pathetic, she groaned internally, why would she say something so pitiful? She was a prosecutor for God's sake, she should be stoic and cold and statuesque, but instead she had her elbows on her table with her head in her hands spilling her soul to the judge she did her clerkship under because a couple coworkers didn't appreciate that her face didn't look like Alex’s stupidly pretty one.

The image of Alex’s smiling face, with her smooth porcelain skin and golden hair, the perfect image of everything that was wrong with Casey and the symbol she had used to punish and oppress herself, made adrenaline bolt into her veins. She wanted to run away, now. Hit something. Even with the norepinephrine she didn't have enough energy to do so.

It's unfair, something inside her said, to hold Alex’s image in such a negative regard. Alex had been struggling too. Alex was trying to be nice to her, despite the venom Casey had spat. Alex wanted to keep trying. Alex was good. If Alex was good, then Casey must be bad, because Casey was not what Alex was- but Casey was not a bad person. This, despite her insecurities, she knew.

“I’m tired of mental gymnastics,” Casey groaned out loud, because what kind of internal dialogue was that supposed to be, “Fuck this.”

“Then we proceed through this in steps,” Mary affirmed, “And if you're a rejected school kid, I’ll be the teacher whose classroom you eat lunch in until you manage to make your own friends. This won't last forever, Casey, but until it's over I’ll hold your hand, so to speak.”

Casey decided to ignore the comparison of herself to some little high schooler with her cafeteria tray in her English teacher’s classroom and focus on the proposal.

Proceeding step by step. Court proceedings were something Casey was good at following. She could do steps. She had a feeling Mary knew that was the equivalency she would immediately draw and had intrinsically framed it as such for her benefit.

“Okay,” Casey took a deep breath and nodded, straightening up and smoothing out the tablecloth and the skirt over her lap out of habit, “Okay.”

“The first step,” Mary’s eyebrows flexed as though warning Casey not to be dejected, because she already knew she would be, “Is to let yourself accept you’re struggling. You've got thick skin, dear, I know you hate to admit it, but you have a problem right now, and you can't fix it if you keep agonizing over how much you hate that you have one.”

“I’m here, aren't I? I’m having this conversation,” Casey responded, slightly indignant.

Mary was quick to offer a quick “Yes, of course,” as a consolation. “I meant, though,” she was quick to continue, “That you need to come to terms with it. Counseling, I’d suggest, but you're stubborn and hate opening up to people, so perhaps journalling. Just get everything in your head out somewhere, and I guarantee you it’ll clear some space in that brain of yours.”

“Journaling,” Casey echoed distantly.

She wanted to cry, all of a sudden. She didn't want to be here anymore. She was exhausted and even though the way she had been going felt horrible at least, in a twisted way, it was familiar- but this? It felt easier to just lapse back into erecting brick walls.

I don't want to do this, something inside her thoughts despairingly, I just want to crawl into a hole and hide. I’m not like Mary. I don't have children to take care of. There's nothing keeping me going the way a mother is driven to persevere.

“Okay,” she said, despite the voice in her head and the overwhelming sensation of internal organs churning in the cavity of her chest, “I can do that. What would come next?”

The look Mary gave her made it obvious the older woman saw right through her facade, but she did not choose to comment on it.

“Better habit forming.” Mary said flatly, and Casey shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. That much was obvious. Eating better, drinking enough, sleeping more. She already knew she had to do that, but perhaps after getting her head a bit clearer through Mary’s suggestion of journaling it would be easier than where she currently found herself.

“The step after that would be getting yourself out there again,” and here too Mary had to shoot her a stern look, because Casey snorted at the notion, “You need friends, Casey. You need to find people you're comfortable sharing things with.”

Casey was silent.

“And after?” She asked, finally, because she didn't like sitting in silence with Mary Clark.

“Foresight and planning are essential to a lawyer,” Mary agreed, taking another slow sip of tea that had long since cooled off, “but you know better than anyone that you can't plan too far in advance, or it’ll become impossible to deal adequately with unforeseen challenges. Focus on what I told you, dear, and let the rest come naturally.”

I don't want to be here anymore, Casey's voice told herself. I don't want to do this. This seems so hard. I look pathetic and weak in front of my mentor, and it's not like anything will change. I don't want to be here. I want to go home.

She was going to cry if she stayed here for any longer, she realized. She needed to go home.

Before she could formulate some sort of excuse to tuck tail and duck off, Mary’s lips curved into a sympathetic smile, and she looked at her with an air a bit too motherly, a bit too familiar for Casey to be entirely comfortable with.

“You’re done talking for today, Casey, aren't you?”

“Yes,” Casey’s voice came out in a small rasp, “This is harder than I expected it to be. I can't… I don't…”

Mary shushed her, a soothing, hummed coax to Casey’s fragile psyche. Casey didn't need to talk, it seemed. Only listen. Casey could do that. Casey could force herself to do that.

“I don't want to keep you any longer than you’re comfortable with,” the elder woman said in a quiet voice, quiet enough that Casey felt comfortable leaning forward slightly, “so I will provide you now with my closing statement, which begins by affirming I don't expect a return statement, so feel free to leave when I’m done talking.”

Casey’s eyebrows simultaneously raised and tilted, a look of be-deadass crossing her face. It was generous for Mary to offer an exit without requiring her to say something to part, but she’d never leave without acknowledging the effort Mary was putting into this conversation. Mary smiled in response.

“I’d like to say how proud I am for agreeing to meet with me, and acknowledge how exhausting this must be for you right now,” at this Casey averted her gaze, her heart jolting in her chest, but she tried to settle into the uncomfortable warmth. It caught her off guard, but not in a bad way. She had heard people be sympathetic, offer comfort that simultaneously wasn't genuine but also not a lie- words they thought would bring something, but offered more out of a sense that that was what they were supposed to say, supposed to do. Tense, Awkward. Forced. But Mary spoke so easily that even Casey’s naturally oversuspicious mind was lulled, at least to some degree.

“And furthermore, I urge you to remember how good of a lawyer you are. How many people you’ve helped, be it financial ruin from your time in white collar or the gift of a fighting chance to special victims in your new work. You may feel powerless, but you’ve been making a real difference, Casey. You’ve been doing well. You’re good, and not only at what you do, but in general- you’re a good person, Casey, no matter what kind of affliction provokes you.”

A small shudder ran down Casey’s spine. It hurt to hear that, somehow, perhaps it hurt because her first instinct was to argue.

“You’ve got me to call if you ever need advice, or a shoulder, or a helping hand,” Mary continued, “Or a shoe. And I know, you’ll argue with me about this, but I know with absolute certainty I’m not the only one who cares about you. Find the people who do and stay with them. You’ll be okay, Casey. Everything will be okay.”

With that, she promptly nodded, the same way she had in court after finishing her closing statement, or giving the floor back to the prosecution. She had said her piece.

“Thank you,” Casey started, before opening and then closing her mouth blankly. How was one supposed to respond to that- how did she want to respond to that?

Being comforted by anyone- being offered consolation or support hadn't been an experience she had the privilege of receiving in months, perhaps years. Mary gave it to her as though it was water. Casey may as well have been terminally dehydrated. Her throat was choking trying to swallow something she wasn't at all used too- but she needed it, fuck, she had needed it.

So she simply repeated a “thank you”, reaching over the table to squeeze Mary’s hand softly, mirroring the elder attorney’s earlier action. Casey took a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter shut.

“I am very grateful,” she said slowly, “to have a mentor like you, Mary. Thank you for deciding to check on me, and thank you for listening to everything. Thank you for being so kind. When I’m back to normal, though,” her eyes flickered up, hoping to inject a small veil of playfulness, “I hope we go straight back to your ruthless teasing over my mishaps.”

“Oh, dear,” Mary chuckled, but her voice was still tinted with sympathy, “I’d never dream of anything otherwise.”

“Good, then.” Casey said quietly.

She was done now. She had heard Mary out and responded in some way she decidedly thought was adequate. It felt awkward leaving but her heart couldn't take much more of the way she had forced it open for this meeting.

“I’ll see you soon, yes?” Mary asked, and Casey nodded easily. It wasn't like with Alex where the next meeting was loaded and something to obsess or agonize over. Another meal with Mary was as inevitable as rain falling- Mary needed the excitement of insights into the life of an up-and-coming ambitious young attorney, and more than that Casey needed her trusted mentor’s advice.

“I’ve got this check,” Mary murmured, picking up her teacup, “So go on home, now. And Casey- take care of yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” Casey said softly, before standing up and slinging her coat over her shoulders. She turned back for a small second, her eyebrows furrowing. Casey swallowed once as a nervous tick, letting her bottom lip part open for a small second. It felt awkward leaving. It felt impossible to stay here.

“Thank you,” she said one last time, sheepishly, quietly.

Mary didn't look up, but she smiled widely over the rim of her teacup.

Casey turned and left.

#calex #casey novak #alex cabot #casey novak x alex cabot #svu #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #lesbian #olivia benson #elliot stabler #mary clark

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storiesaplenty · 2 days ago

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The Walking Dead Masterlist

Part 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: a bit of swearing

Requested by no one.

WC: 1234

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

Daryl Dixon's POV:

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There she was, standing there, pointing a gun at me.

"Holy shit, Flower is that you?"

She gave me a soft smile, which seemed to make my heart flutter, just like it did all those years ago.

"Daryl Dixon, I should have known that you would still be alive."

She lowered her gun, and I lowered my bow, walking inside the small cabin and placing it against the door frame, always ready just in case.

"Wait, you know this woman Daryl?" Glenn asked me, making me nod my head yes.

"Yeah, we grew up together." I simply stated.

"I don't have much in the way of food, but please make yourselves comfortable. I have one bed."

She said as she looked at Lori. "I insist you take the bed." She made it clear with her tone of voice that no one else should be sleeping on it.

"Thank you. My name is Lori. This is my son Carl, that is Rick." Each person started to introduce themselves to her, as I closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked.

I made sure the cloth that she had covering the peep hole was covered.

Rick walked up to me, as she showed them where everyone could sleep.

"Is this someone we can trust, Daryl?"

"I have always trusted her. I'm not going to stop now." I pretty much grunted at him.

"If you trust her, then I will too. Let's figure out who is going to be on the first watch."

"If we keep our noise down, and keep the lights low, then any biter usually just goes on by. Just make sure to keep each window covered like I have them now, and we should be good until morning. Besides, you're not going to be able to see much out there anyways, not with the storm coming in." At that moment a big strike of thunder happened.

"Everyone just stay near the center of the room as much as possible. Try to stay away from the windows." Rick called out as we got settled in for the night.

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I watched as her and Carol talked softly to one another, the two of them laughing amongst themselves.

I didn't realise I was watching them, until Carol nudged her.

"What you lookin' at Dixon?" Flower said to me, bringing flashes of us when we were younger, and her catching me looking at her.

"Nothin," I mumbled, making her shake her head in amusement, and stand up, leaving Carol to look at me, as Flower sat down next to me, shoulder to shoulder.

"How have you been treating yourself?" She asked me.

"Alright." Was all she got.

"Some things never change." Was all she said to me.

There was a bit of silence between us, not awkward, just content.

"You know, when I heard what happened at the hospitals, I thought you were killed."

I told her, finally breaking the silence. She turned her body to face me.

"Wasn't even there that day. Was my day off. When I heard what happened, I packed what I could and left, believing that the military was going to do something to the city, and I was right about that."

She told me how she met up with other people, and how she ended up here, alone.

"You know, you can always join us." I mumbled, already knowing that Rick would be fine with it, as she was a trained nurse.

"Daryl, I am actually enjoying being alone, but let me think about it."

I wanted to try and convince her to come with us. That she would be safe with us. We have the numbers.

That I finally found her, and that I couldn't let her go, but I didn't say that.

I didn't say any of that.

"Whatever man." I said.

"Now Daryl, no need to act like that. Tell me how you really feel." She could always read me. It was like she still knew me after all these years.

"You know you will be safer with us. We have more people, and what if it isn't just walkers that come through here?"

"Walkers huh? I like that. Daryl, I have thought about that, trust me I have, but your group is lucky to have even found this place, just like I was. This is so far out of the way, that no one knows it is here."

"If we were able to find it, then so will others, whose intentions may not be as good as ours." I crossed my arms over my chest, getting frustrated with her and her stubbornness.

"You talk it over with the person in charge of your group, and I will come with you, happy now?" She placed her hand on my bicep, and I swear she squeezed it, but just softly though.

"Yes." I gave her a soft smile, as she laid her head on my shoulder. The two of us dozing off to sleep.

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I woke up due to a loud clap of thunder, and found Rick at the front door, who pulled up a rocking chair he found.

"Glenn and T-Dog are watching the back." He quietly informed me.

"Rick, I was thinking," He knew what I was going to say.

"You want her to come with us?" He questioned, never taking his eyes off the front door.

"She was a trained nurse. She knows how to defend herself, and others. She knows how to hunt and track, and knows which plants are poisonous or not. Hell man, she did archery back in high school."

"Sounds like the female version of you." I snorted when he said that, actually making him break his eye contact from the door.

"She grew up rich, and not at all like me." I muttered.

"And yet, we are here, trying to survive. Doesn't matter who we truly were back then. The world has changed Daryl."

I agreed with him, but didn't say so.

I took over the watch a few minutes later, letting Rick get some sleep.

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The storm had passed by the time everyone was waking up.

I was handed a bowl of oatmeal, and I quickly devoured it.

"Like I said, not much, but." Flower started to say.

"It is more than enough, thank you." Lori said.

"Thank you." The other said.

"Daryl came to me last night, when I was on watch, asking if you could join us. If you would like too, then it is okay with me. He told me how you can hunt, track. Which plants are poisonous or not. Did archery, and you were a nurse."

I saw that Hershel perked up at that last bit.

"We can always use another medical professional. Even more so with the little one due any day." Hershel said.

"I'll join you. Just stay another day until the ground dries a bit. It is all mud out there, and we will not get away from any walker if they catch up to us."

The group agreed, and they settled in for another day of having shelter.

Flower walked up to me, "Looks like you are stuck with me Daryl."

I wanted to tell her I wouldn't have it any other way, but I just bumped her shoulder with mine.

"I never got to ask. Where is your brother?"

Part 1 ♡ Part 3 - coming soon

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd imagine #twd fanfiction #twd fic #the walking dead

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WHILE BENITO TRIED TO GET THEIR attention by calling out to Angelo, who stiffened and reacted as if the bambino's in the living will barge into her room. Her brother would know better. Her boyfriend's reaction was cute she has to admit. Honey colored hues glistened under the warm glow of her bedroom lights. Sofia smoothed her palms over his shoulders softly smiling at him while also keeping her gaze on this handsome she can now call hers. "Afraid to get caught?" she whispered, leaning give the corner of his mouth a gentle kiss. "You know -- you don't have to hold back so much papacito." whispering against his lips while her eyes gazed into his dark browns. Her body flushed against him which she didn't mind, her hips rolled in subtle movements yet enough for Angelo to notice or react. Playfully he nibbled on her bottom lip, it felt so good being in his arms. Sofia had wished for this to happen for so long, her heart could explode ; maybe it did. She smiled against his soft lips. "Good decision, because i wasn't going to allow you to leave. Leaving wasn't an option. However, you make it so difficult for me." she said tucking her brunette strands behind her ear and shoulder, taking his lips again for another kiss that surely leave her breathless. Lightly she slipped her tongue inside his mouth while their lips smashed in a hungry frenzy, pushing Angelo down on the mattress, her hair falling around them in dark curtains. Breaking the kiss momentarily to catch her breath, her nose nuzzling against his breathing his scent in. "Relax, what i want to do to you we can't do while the bambino's are here. We'll eventually have time to ourselves, now i just want to enjoy kissing you as much as possible. You're mine now, i'll cut your dick off if you find someone else."

"Babe, i'm not saying you can't give him treats but overfeeding him with snacks isn't so healthy. All i'm doing is looking after Pollito and his health -- i want him to last a long healthy life." Maybe this is how parents felt towards their kids, looking out for their best interest because they loved and cared for them as best as they could. "Good, that you're not upset that's not the point here, given what happened at the dinner table at my dispense. Besides Pollito is in his adolescence stage where he'll rebel and do what he wants, we've been there before. However i understand you also want to discipline him which i'm not against, so it's good that you're showing him that he shouldn't always do what he wants." His hand rested on his shoulder before cupping his husband's jaw, placing another kiss on his lips. "You're doing a great job by the way." Ludo then moved his hand to take Benny's, planting a kiss against his wrist. He wanted to know what went down with his brother, while he knew of this meet up as he has eyes everything, literally. Ludo always checked his cloud for anything new or if he saw Blaze lurking around wanting to sneak into AJ's pants in some way. His friend and boss had his husband installing cameras around his place but Ludo had cameras everywhere thanks to hacking the system in and around the city. Even rural areas. "Of course i know babe." He knew what went down between them, even the kiss that his brother so selfishly wanted more of. "I told you nothing goes unnoticed by me, that's why the cloud exists." Feeling Benny's hand tightened as they made it outside, the night was clear and Pollito was doing his necessities happily. Yet, one thing he couldn't wrap his mind around is, why did it take his benny so long to tell him about this encounter. "I also know he came to our place and picked you and Pollito up, thank you for taking him with you." he stated looking over where their pup vanished within the bushes probably finding the right one to take a leak against.

Ludo listened patiently when his husband spoke, his hazel hues on the other. At least he wasn't alone with the Cris assumption, the kiss was what also triggered him despite standing in front of his husband calm and collected. He could feel the abyss trying to creep up within his chest, luckily his panic attacks were as frequent it didn't mean he was cured, just dormant waiting for anything to set it off. Brows furrowed his face had that expression of angry cat syndrome. Obviously he wasn't pleased that his brother after everything still tried to get with husband. But when his husband asked about if he wanted to know of what happened during the night that Benny vanished after getting his drink spiked. Ludo removed his hand from Benny's to slip into the pocket of his jeans. "Tell me about it." he murmured. "But it doesn't mean that he and i will be on better terms, he's done enough damage. I won't deny that i'm pissed but you already know that. And i'd hate to ask, did you enjoy the kiss he gave you? because i can tell you about the time i kissed Dove, each time we did, it never felt right. Given the state that i was in, i tried to myself think i loved it -- never felt more guilty, and she was never you, she wasn't you which was the disappointing part of it all."

Her soft touches had always made him shiver, but now he felt goosebumps appearing on his arms. Slowly, his hands moved down further. Calloused digits slipped under her shirt, touching the warm, very soft skin of her back. It was thanks to Benji calling out to them that he relaxed a little more. At least Angelo was now certain that Ludovic won't storm in on them right now. A low groan fell from his lips and his gaze darkened a bit while looking up at her. ❝You shouldn't do that when your brother is around, Principessa. It'll be hard for me to hold back.❞ He pulled her petite body flush against his own. Playfully, he nibbled on her bottom lip and tugged on it slightly before capturing her lips for a passionate kiss again. ❝I won't leave,❞ he muttered against her lips. But as much as he wanted to take it further, he wouldn't do it because of Ludovic. Sooner or later he won't be distracted with the pup anymore.

The kiss on his forehead and his lips caused Benji to smile fondly. His hand traced over his husband's side lovingly. ❝No worried, I'm not upset. I know you are right.❞ Mentally, Benji made a note to be a little stricter from now on when it comes to treats and Pollito. But sometimes he couldn't help but see the little pup with the thick paws in front of him he wanted to spoil so badly. ❝Hey, the only reason why I yelled is so they can do whatever they want.❞ He winked before they moved outside towards the back yard. The fresh air felt nice and caused Benji to take a deep breath. At the same time, he reached out to hold Ludo's hand in his own. ❝So you know he was with me. Well, probably not hard to guess.❞ Benji answered with a hum while his grasp around Ludovic's hand tightened a bit. Things have changed between them, but that unfortunate night of Ludo's accident was still very much present in Benji's memories and kept haunting him. What Benji learned from the past was that he had to be honest with his husband from the very beginning. Therefore, he didn't even try to hide that he went out eating with Amaru. ❝A lot happened actually.❞ Benji didn't pause for long to avoid any of Ludo's demons to take over so he continued: ❝First of all, yes, he tried to kiss me again but I pulled back and told him not to.❞ He gave his husband a look, so Ludo could see his eyes to prove that Benji was speaking the truth. ❝He contacted me to apologize for the fight we had. So we agreed spontaneously to eat at his favorite Taco place. They had tacos for pups. Pollito really was in a food coma after that. Anyway, Amaru and I talked about Cris at first, turns out he shares your opinion. Then we talked about Pollito and later on after I rejected him we talked about how he feels, how it feels to love someone you can never have and he said he knows that I will always choose you, but despite that he'll always love me. I asked him again if he only feels that way for me because of you, he said no. But yeah, he accepted and knows that he and I won't ever be. But even an idiot sees that it hurts him.❞ He paused and nibbled on his bottom lip. ❝I also asked him what happened that night I was drugged. Do you wanna know?❞

#sofia x angelo #ludovic x benji #atgvnpoint

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itischeese · 1 year ago

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this has been done before.

#look me in the eyes and tell me this didn't happen at some point #you can't.#I think I'm funny #the best part about this is that it would work #I imagine it would also lead to some uncomfortable realizations...#lol #i missed my physical therapy appointment for this #nurt #kakaobi #kakashi #naruto #obikaka #kkob #obkk #hatake kakashi #kakashi x obito #tobito #uchiha obito #chearts

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inbabylontheywept · 8 months ago

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bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

#dating stories #anecdotes #long post #funny story #babylon #im really bad at dating #like i can do a lot better than this but also it just was kind of a nightmare for me #shit like this did make the whole thing easier tho #like #every date after this i could go you know ive seen how bad it can get #and i lived #didnt even get shot #writing

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ubeb0nes · 4 months ago

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Getting jealous as Sevika's girlfriend…

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Look, we all know this lady gets around. Brothel or not, she's big and she's strong and she looks good. She's gonna be pretty experienced no matter when you meet her and get with her.

But once you two are together? Oh baby, there's nobody more devoted. Even if she doesn't say how much she cares, Sevika always shows you what type of person she is. And loyal, she definitely is.

Go ahead and try to ask her- pettily, childishly- if you're not the only pretty thing warming her bed. She'll shoot you a withering look as she tells you with all the unshakeable affection in her big, guarded heart, "I haven't even looked at any other woman since we got together, you ass."

A love confession as good as any!

In truth, you know you don't have to worry about Sevi's eyes straying. You know it in your heart. But you know that still doesn't stop others from looking, or even talking to her.

And sometimes all the present conditions just make it far too easy for your most unfounded insecurities to seem all too real. The way she can be so careful, so guarded about showing you affection in public has been a sensitive issue between you two for a while.

I HC that she's not the type to have you perched on her lap while she plays cards with the guys or anything like that. She's too protective, too possessive herself. Why should anybody get to see you all pretty like that?

But perhaps more importantly, she doesn't want to treat you the same way she treated her more… casual partners. Whether that may be right or wrong, it's how she makes a point of how different you are from her past flames. You're not just some pretty thing to prop up (although you are her pretty thing). You're the woman she's chosen, and that chose her back.

Obviously, it doesn't always translate that way. Sometimes, it just makes her seem cold. Again, whether it's right or wrong.

Maybe you were feeling extra sensitive that night, maybe she was being extra detached, but it was probably the most opportune time for outside forces to make it worse.

You're sitting at the bar chatting with Ran to try and take your mind off things when you see, out of the corner of your eye, some bitch sliding up next to your woman with a whiskey tumbler in hand.

Sevika doesn't even look up as she takes the offered drink. Your brain honestly shuts off then, ignorant to the way when a hand slides over her shoulders and she finally looks at the woman, Sevika jerks away like she'd been burned.

It happens so quickly, and you were already feeling like shit that particular night that you don't even go to confront. Ran had been ready to wrangle you back from killing someone, so she's surprised when you just… leave. You storm out of the bar, not hearing the "shit, doll, no…" that Sevika mutters under her breath as she stands to follow you.

The glare she gives the girl could win awards. "You better hope she tells me not to kill you," she growls, jutting a finger in the girl's face before leaving.

The guys she plays cards with every week swivel on the girl once Sevika leaves, throwing their cards up and bemoaning the "goddamn homewrecker!"

You hear her call your name almost immediately after you're out the door. "Baby, stop, you know that was-"

"I know that was what?" Sevika stops in her tracks when you swivel on her. Her eyes are wide, taken aback by how firm your voice is.

…Where'd you been hiding that lower register?

"It was a mistake, I thought it was you-" "You didn't even bother to look!" "Yeah, 'cause I thought you were bringing me a drink like you always do!"

She doesn't push back against you too hard because she knows it's her mistake, dumb and unintentional as the harm may be. She lets you yell, picks out the deeper hurt from your words and the why.

And when you're done, and the tears start to well up, that's when she closes the distance. She wraps her human arm around your shoulders, hiding your vulnerability with a subtle shrug of her cape halfway over you.

"Listen to me, woman." She cups your face with her human hand, smirking slightly at the surprised laugh you let out.

"You're the only fuckin' thing I see. Okay? The only damn one. That won't happen again."

Sevika didn't ever apologize, not really. But she did make promises that she never broke.

"…So do you want her dead?"

"Nah. I can't even blame her, I'd homewreck too if I didn't already have you."

"Ha! Your call, doll."

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astonmartinii · 6 months ago

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little lion | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem young mum!reader

journalists go digging in max's past and think they've found f1's next big scandal - but they underestimate just how protective max is of his little lion

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

f1tea

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f1tea: this is y/n y/ln the supposed baby momma of max verstappen. not much is known about her, with her only going back to work recently as a therapist in monaco.

her and max had their baby, a girl, back when they were 17 in 2015. max has never been seen in public with the child and has never publicly claimed her either.

will we see her in the paddock now all the news is out?

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user7: holy shit this is insane

user8: this poor girl doesn't deserve this

user9: literally, either max is a present father and is just private or he doesn't have anything to do with them? but it coming out like this is probably stressful regardless

user10: also by my calculations, the baby will be nearly nine, so probably has a concept of fame and celebrity and if they haven't gone to a race it's probably for a reason

user11: i mean the way people are already talking about them proves them right already

user12: ted kravitz telling it like it is 🤲

user13: no he's not ??? he basically went on broadcast to call y/n a slut and try and say that he was 'always right about max because this proves he is reckless'

user14: once again, this child is eight and could understand some of this if they see it

user15: also the incidents ted is bringing up happened EIGHT YEARS AGO stop bringing a child into your weird agenda

user16: if he's not careful red bull will ban sky from their media run again

user17: i found her instagram and max, alex and daniel all follow her so it's defo legit

user18: i also found it but it's private :(

user19: i tried to follow but got blocked :/

user20: do you people have rocks for brains if it's private it means we're not meant to find it, if she's not spoken about it in eight years that means IT'S NOT OUR BUSINESS

user21: someone tell max to get a DNA test asap, gold diggers will do anything for money and fame

user22: what fame? she's got like 400 followers and has never spoken about max to any media outlet

user23: the way you people jump to gold digging allegations kill me

user24: also if max is the dead beat that sky are trying to make him out to be and y/n is a gold digger then why haven't we seen some child support claims and whatnot

user25: you have no shame posting this, if she didn't want to be found she doesn't want to be found

user26: f1 vultures at their best

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: i've seen a lot of journalists and 'professionals' trying to point score with the 'big revelation' of my daughter. sydney is the love of my life and for someone who grew up in the public eye i thought it would be best to keep my daughter away from the circus. not that i owe it to any of you people, but i see syd as much as i possibly can and i didn't want to post her or bring her to the paddock until she could make that choice for herself. y/n is a wonderful mother and is the exact support system i would want for my daughter.

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user27: MAX IS A GIRL DAD?

user28: congratulations media and internet you forced him to expose his kid

user29: the way they probably see this as a victory annoys me to my core

yourusername: you're an amazing father max, don't let them tell you anything else. sydney loves you and that's all that matters.

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n, i miss you both - see you this weekend!

yourusername: we look forward to it! x

user30: she didn't say that she loves him too so they're defo not together

user31: will you people ever learn to read the room?

user32: oh wow so max does see his daughter - watch sky still run with the deadbeat angle

user33: they were so shameless about his SLEEP SCHEDULE i cannot imagine the shit crofty is going to throw at him over this

danielricciardo: i'm sorry for how this has all come out max but i'm so glad i can publicly express my love for my god daughter!

maxverstappen1: this might mean that you can give her all of your gifts in person (if she wants to come) lord knows i can never fit them back in my suitcase

user34: you literally have a private jet?

maxverstappen1: you underestimate how seriously daniel takes being a god parent

danielricciardo: i think i'm singlehandedly keeping jellycat in business tbf

yourusername: and ikea, i have to buy a new shelving unit every couple of weeks daniel

danielricciardo: SYD IS MY BEST FRIEND LEAVE ME ALONE

user35: drop 💥 the 💥 daniel 💥 and 💥 sydney 💥 photos 💥 now 💥

user36: actually don't i don't think my baby fever can take it

alexalbon: you're an amazing father max and sydney is the coolest girl in the world!

maxverstappen1: thank you alex 😊

alexalbon: also if you ever convince y/n to come to races PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make her bake me some of her iconic brownies

yourusername: alex you know i can just bake you some and send them to you via max

alexalbon: please 😫😫😫

yourusername: no worries albono, you're a growing boy you need the nutrients

maxverstappen1: they're brownies

alexalbon: i need y/n's brownies to deal with YOU

maxverstappen1: ok maybe this is why i don't want to introduce you all :(

yourusername: don't worry maxie i'll make you some goodies to go

maxverstappen1: thank you :)

user37: she makes him to-go goodies 🥹

yourusername

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yourusername: i'm not very happy that i have to make this statement like this because people couldn't respect the boundaries max and i have set as parents but alas: max is the loveliest man in the world and the best father sydney could ask for. he has a very busy life but he still makes as much time as possible for syd and she loves him very much. max has been in the spotlight from a very young age and did not want that pressure and spectacle on his own daughter. we may have never been together, but max has never been the monster you're trying to make him out to be. please respect my daughter's privacy. thank you.

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user41: once again, this is a very cute family but god this is a horrible way to find out about them :(

user42: i hope they know so so many of us are supporting them

danielricciardo: syd has grown so much i actually feel kind of sick

yourusername: i was a mess on her first day of school :(

danielricciardo: oh i can imagine ... max never told us but i'm sure he was his usual stoic self

yourusername: he tried, but we did both cry over a carton of ice cream for the whole morning

maxverstappen1: IT WAS A VERY EMOTIONAL MORNING

yourusername: it really was 🥺

user43: i'm sorry but why do two europeans have a daughter called SYDNEY?

maxverstappen1: she's nearly eight... i made my f1 debut in australia eight years ago... i can't hold your hand any more than that

user44: LMAOOOOOOO

danielricciardo: i am HURT i thought she was named after her beloved god father?

yourusername: if that was the case do you not think we would've gone for the more obvious option of DANIELLE???

maxverstappen1: also you were just an acquaintance and childhood crush at that point daniel

yourusername: omg childhood crush on daniel SNAP

danielricciardo: i'm not that old???

maxverstappen1: we have such good taste

yourusername: we REALLY do

user44: so like they're defo flirting right?

user45: ugh you people have no class (i hope so)

landonorris: i'm so sorry for you guys BUT THANK GOD IT WAS SO HARD TO KEEP HER A SECRET

maxverstappen1: i mean y/n and i kept her a secret for like nearly eight years 🤨

yourusername: i also 100% caught your slip ups you're just lucky there was never any rumour at those times

landonorris: I AM A BLABBERMOUTH PLEASE BE PROUD OF ME

maxverstappen1: fine?

yourusername: i'd be more proud but everyone else also kept the secret sooooo ???

alexalbon

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alexalbon: with permission i am now allowed to post my bestest friend in the world!

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user46: god has heard my prayers and gave me my alex and sydney content

user47: i'd say what a random pairing but i think my brain just blocked out alex at red bull as a trauma response

alexalbon: lord knows i only got through being locked in the sim with y/n's brownies and hugs from syd

yourusername: syd asked for her favourite uncle to score more points so we can get ice cream again

alexalbon: i'll fix the damn williams myself

yourusername: hurry up she's getting impatient (i have no clue where she gets that from)

maxverstappen1: I AM NOT IMPATIENT I JUST LIKE THINGS BEING DONE IN A PROMPT MANNER

yourusername: is that what you tell the engineers?

maxverstappen1: ... something along those lines

yourusername: are you going to get more community service?

maxverstappen1: i don't think there were any cameras ???

user48: so max doesn't believe in not swearing around kids... how bad is it with sydney?

maxverstappen1: i am on my BEST behaviour for her

alexalbon: she's like a little sailor

maxverstappen1: in my defence she's much cuter when she swears than me

charles_leclerc: is this why she called me a wanker when i didn't bring leo to the house?

yourusername: i fear that has alex albon written all over it

alexalbon: whoops!

lilymunhe: we need another play date asap !! he goes so mushy i can get him to do all the cute dates i wanna do

yourusername: is that why i got given a badly painted mug?

alexalbon: hey! i worked very hard on that :(

maxverstappen1: i thought sydney painted it alex

alexalbon: can you guys stop ganging up on me :(((((

yourusername: no!

maxverstappen1: 😘

user49: feeling some ... tension here

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: guess who wanted to come see dad at work?

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user51: oh she really is max verstappen's daughter with that cold middle finger to ted kravitz

user52: are they going to make an eight year old do community service as well?

yourusername: great now she's attached to the engineers

maxverstappen1: oh noooooooooo how will we ever cope??? maybe we should all go to every race ???

yourusername: that would be very convenient, wouldn't it?

maxverstappen1: i can see you smiling while typing, i don't think you're as opposed as you say you are

yourusername: you got me! i like to see syd happy :(

maxverstappen1: and me...?

yourusername: and you, i guess 😚

user53: so like are we just going to ignore all of this ^^ and the second picture?

user54: it would be nice that through all the shit they've had thrown at them that they got together through it

danielricciardo: he's been waiting long enough

maxverstappen1: DANIEL???

danielricciardo: what ???

user55: daniel, thank you for your service

user56: i mean we've seen them at one race and it's crazy to think they're not together

alexalbon: why did i have to track my bestie down at the hotel? you verstappens too good for the williams garage?

yourusername: we were busy !!!

alexalbon: franco is distraught

francocolapinto: i am?

alexalbon: yes!!!!

francocolapinto: i am!

maxverstappen1: stop yapping for the love of god i was getting my shit together - something YOU told me to do

alexalbon: fine... i guess

user57: so like that's confirmation right?

yourusername

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yourusername: i'm still reporting all you journalists to the ethics boards but i guess something good did come out of all of this

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user58: FUCK SKY SPORTS BUT THANK THE LORD THIS IS SO CUTE

user59: a family that flips off ted kravitz together, stays together!

user60: y/n's dirty look at him will forever be legendary

maxverstappen1: i've always loved you, and i've loved playing the long game with you and prioritising syd !! here's to the rest of our lives xx

yourusername: i've always loved you too but as convoluted as it has been i think this has been the best way to be - all love to syd first

maxverstappen1: but now we can cut the shit and do all the cute things without it having to be a 'play date'

yourusername: i love you dummy, but your cats are mine now

maxverstappen1: they've always been yours, just like me

user61: okay fuck you guys this is too fucking cute

user62: no because i'm too chronically lonely to read this this morning

landonorris: FINALLY, I COULDN'T KEEP ANOTHER SECRET FOR MUCH LONGER

danielricciardo: booooooo, we've all kept this secret you're not special

landonorris: i thought i was the only one who max told about his feelings? like literally on the podium when he saw y/n and syd watching?

oscarpiastri: i think you just can't read people lando, even i knew max liked y/n and i've only seen them interact THIS WEEKEND

alexalbon: we've all known forever lando, you're not getting sympathy for keeping the secret for 12 hours

user63: the grid being so protective of the lil family is so cute

user64: i read that george got the GDPA to sign a petition that the media couldn't ask about syd before max was ready to start the conversation himself

user65: also by the sounds of it, they've been rooting for this relationship just as long as max and y/n

maxverstappen1: i'm so lucky to have two amazing girls in my life, i'll love you forever and as long as you'll have me

yourusername: now i have you, i'm never letting you go

maxverstappen1: right back at you

yourusername: you're the bestest father ever and the love of my life, never let anyone tell you anything else my gentle boy

maxverstappen1: i love you both more than anything ever, you're my guardian angel and syd is my favourite little lion

fin.

note: HAPPY MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN BIRTHDAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE !!!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen social media au

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yanderedrabbles · 4 months ago

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Cheat on me please

How to safely rid yourself of a yandere

There's no easy way to get rid of him. He's too obsessive. Too controlling. Too bloody single minded.

You tried talking through it and he just scoffed and said you were being silly. That you were just too hormonal and would calm down in a few days.

You tried going no contact and he showed up at your door. Hammered at it until the neighbours called the cops and they dragged him away.

You tried being nice about it and all he did was grab your wrist so hard it bruised. His eyes like chips of stone when he said he didn't want to hear it.

You weren't breaking up with him. You had no reason to.

And the worst part? He was right. You don't have a reason.

On paper, he's the perfect man. Attentive. Generous. Handsome. He buys you gifts, he lavishes you with attention, he's funny and charming around your friends.

And he scares you.

Not because of anything he's done. (Perfect guy, remember?) But some instinct deep inside you tells you to be careful around him.

This one's a predator, he's got claws and fangs, he'll fill you with venom and never let go, some ancient part of you insists.

But try explaining that to him. He's so mindlessly logical. He's not going to leave you because of a silly gut feeling. Come on baby, what sort of shitty boyfriend would do that?

And that's why you're down to half thought out, borderline silly plans to get rid of him. Get your hot friend to sleep with him. Catch them in the act. Throw a tantrum and finally get to break up with him.

You can't try and excuse cheating. It's abhorrent. And his logical side will surely see that, right?

One little hitch though. He's actually loyal to a fault.

Part of you finds it hard to believe. Is he really turning down your absolute bombshell of a friend? The girl all your exes were just a bit in love with?

Maybe he's just being cautious. Maybe he isn't lonely and needy enough to risk it.

So you up the stakes. Decide to avoid fucking him as much as possible. And oh boy, does it drive him crazy. He gets irritable and needy and somehow even more horny the longer your dry spell lasts.

And you know that you almost have him. He's just a man, no matter how logical he pretends to be.

You pick a fight over nothing. Blow it all out of proportion and storm out to stay with your parents for a while.

Piss him off just enough that a revenge fuck seems like a great idea.

He ends up drinking at a shitty dive bar and oh what a coincidence, your gorgeous seductress friend just happens to turn up. The last text she sends you makes it seem like she's finally hooked him and you hurry over to her apartment, feeling just a little giddy. Your plan actually worked! You feel like a goddamn genius.

And sure enough, his car is parked at her front door.

For a second, you feel a little hurt. Yes, this is the outcome you wanted. Yes, you deliberately manipulated him to get to this point. But it still feels like betrayal.

When you make it to her door, it's oddly silent for a supposed drunken hookup. But you're too geared up to notice it.

She left her door unlocked like you agreed and you tiptoe inside, your heart going a mile a minute. Her bedroom door is cracked just a little and a shaft of light cuts through the dark of the hallway.

You swing the door open with a crash, getting to ready to cuss him out.

And you freeze.

There's no guilty couple leaping away from each other, no smell of sweat and cum, no illicit rendezvous.

Instead your friend is tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut with silvery duct tape and her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto yours and she tries to scream something through the tape.

The door clicks shut behind you.

You turn slowly. Like putting it off will make the situation less horrible, less like a dissociative dream.

Your boyfriend looks ragged. His eyes are blood shot and his hair is an unruly mess.

But the worst part is the way he smiles at you. Paternal, almost. Like he's caught you doing something naughty but he's willing to overlook it.

"Come on baby, you didn't think I'd actually cheat on you, did ya?"

His voice is condescending, but under the surface you can hear a cold, terrifying anger.

You swallow. Those same instincts that warned you about him are screaming now.

"What the hell is going on?" You demand, trying to sound angry instead of just afraid.

He steps toward you and it takes everything in you to not step away. He picks up a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. Proprietary, possessive.

"What's going on? You should know babe. You're the one who tried to set me up... As though that skank over there ever stood a chance."

He tsks. "I knew something was wrong the second you stopped sleeping with me."

He leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck.

"I fuck you too good for you to give it up so easy."

You jerk away from him, your eyes burning like you're about to cry. How did this go so wrong?

"Are you insane? Untie her right now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

He backhands you right across the face.

He's never hit you before and the shock is almost worse than the pain. You stumble, clutching your cheek. Your face feels numb at first and then a sharp, fiery pain blooms across your cheek.

He grabs your collar and shoves you toward the bed.

"Oh baby, you're lucky I love you." His bared teeth catch the light and he looks more wolf than man.

The edge of the mattress digs into your thighs and you fall backward. You're still reeling and he has you pinned under him before you can find the strength to scramble away.

"Thought about killing her, y'know. What kind of whore goes after her best friend's man? You deserve better than that."

His grip is unyielding. A part of you always knew he was strong, but until now you didn't realise how big the gap between you actually was. His knee is between your legs and he brings it up to press against your crotch.

"But then a light bulb must have went off. And I decided to see how things played out."

He laughs and there's nothing warm or welcoming in it at all.

"All I had to do was squeeze her throat a little and..." He grabs your throat and thightens his grip until you see stars. "And she was just fallin' all over herself to tell me about your little plan."

He let's go and pats your cheek with rough little smacks. "It was cute, baby. Really was. But fucking stupid."

He leans down and kisses you. His lips are rough and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang of it makes you gag.

Your instincts were right. He's dangerous and you never should have tempted this monstrous part of him.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and you struggle to pull away. Your chest heaves and no matter how you buck and twist under him, he still keeps you pinned.

When he pulls away, something in your expression must please him because he hums and tilts your chin up. "But it's okay baby. We'll work through this."

He reaches down and tugs at your belt. "And I know exactly where to start."

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