#she'd give me the silent treatment for months

[traumagenica]

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[richardsgraysons]

Heyyy…. May i request a wife reader x dick grayson… she is mad at him and is giving him a silent treatment, but he is so done with this that he starts annoying her by saying Mrs. Grayson after every sentense and closing tightly lids

anon this is so adorable. i am going feral. also i am so severely sorry for my IA-ness.

tags — just overall fluff. some light swearing

In hindsight, you should've known that this would entail not just dating, but also marrying a vigilante. How could someone blame you, anyways? You were sitting at home, about to go to bed, when Nightwing crashed into your apartment after being chucked across the city by some villain or the other.

He had a major concussion. You didn't know how to treat thrown vigilantes who definitely had a couple of broken ribs and a torn ACL.

What you did know was how to comfort a man who was clearly in pain, who was trying to stifle his screams, because let's face it, the vigilante life should clearly not be glamorized.

He felt bad for the wreckage in your apartment. Every week, there'd be thousands of dollars at your doorstep from him, ready to pay it off. He had to be rich. There was no way he was giving your entire salary in four months and a half.

Eventually, you figured out his secret identity. And instead of being angry about it, Dick Grayson felt awfully in love with a girl who was as intelligent as he hoped she'd be. Sure she wasn't a supermodel, but she made him laugh. She made him think. She wasn't easy to get along with at times, but she made him better.

Three years later, he put a ring on it.

"I told you," you snapped, "you just keep going in stupid situations, and normally, I wouldn't mind, but it's like you refuse my help or anyone else's."

Dick knew he had a really bad hero complex. He couldn't stand anyone else getting hurt because of his issues. "I can handle it," he responded. "And isn't it just annoying that you've been mad at me for the past two days? Can't you just give it a rest?"

"I'll give it a rest when you start accepting help from others," you responded, your brows furrowing. "God, you're so—you're so—ugh!"

Dick rolled his eyes and then smirked at you, that stupid boyish smirk that made your heart tingle and everything else disappear. "I'm so what, sweetheart? What am I, Mrs. Grayson?"

You glared at him. "Dick!" You huffed, both saying his name and the insult. "That's it. I want a cooling down period. Leave me and the kitchen alone!"

He grinned, looking back at you, a mischievous glance in his eye. "Oh, I will, Mrs. Grayson. I will."

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Making dinner was one of your forms of therapy. Dick was starting to go out for patrol, much to your distaste, no doubt about to pick a fight with someone who would give him considerable damage.

You didn't want him to go, you wanted to keep him here and kiss him forever, but he would leave anyways. It's my moral duty to the people of Bludhaven to keep them safe, he had said to you one night. I could never bring it to myself to disappoint these people. To make them unsafe. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure people are as safe as can be.

And though you really disliked it, you knew that was one of the core reasons why you were so undoubtedly in love with him.

You turned around to grab the jar of pickles, still steaming from the fight, only to find that it was incredibly hard to open.

"What. The. Hell?" You hissed. You had opened it up just a day ago, and put it easily back, making sure it wasn't that hard.

Your face turned red and you looked at it again before trying to open it up, straining and groaning, only for your muscles to give out. There was only one explanation for this.

Your stupid, lovable, husband.

And after a few minutes of recollecting your pride, you stomped over to your bedroom where he was dressing. He was in the midst of putting the top half of his suit on, and your mouth turned a little dry when you saw him shirtless.

You were pretty sure that when the first time you saw him shirtless, literal heart eyes came out of your eyes. You gawked for a couple of seconds, admiring the contour of his muscles, only for him to turn around and smirk at you.

He knew what you were doing. Dammit.

"Hi, Mrs. Grayson," he teased. "Enjoying the view?"

"Shut up," you snapped, and held out the jar. "Open this up right now and stop screwing with my jars."

He smirked at you. "What's the magic word?"

"The magic word is 'I will beat you up if you don't open the jar up right now'," you responded, glaring at him. "Now. Open."

He laughed, tossing his head back, his voice echoing off the room before taking the jar. You watched intently as his triceps flexed when he opened the jar up with ease and returned it back.

"Thank you," you said, your voice having an edge to it. You were about to turn around before he grabbed you by the arm.

"What, no good luck kiss?" Dick asked huskily in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Even if I give you one, you'll still end up badly injured."

"C'mon," he murmured, planting a light kiss on your neck, his hands dancing on your waist. He squeezed your sides slightly. "I always fight better when my girl kisses me."

You looked up at him and snorted. "In your dreams," you responded, but he took this moment to crash his lips against you. You felt dizzy and couldn't help but to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When the both of you stopped, he laughed, looking at you breathless, his blue eyes twinkling in the night sky.

"Knew you couldn't be mad at me for that long, Mrs. Grayson."

"Shut up," you grumbled, punching his shoulder lightly. "Go save Bludhaven, Boy Wonder."

He stepped out the window and then turned back at him, smirking. "You know I am, sweetheart. And when I come back, I'm gonna finish what I started."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I invited my brother-in-law to my graduation? For context: Around three years ago, my parent's marriage came to an explosive end, resulting in my mother leaving the house. I left with her to make sure she'd be okay, since she was extremely emotional. We ended up staying at my sister's place for a while (give or take 3 months, with some visits on my end to my father). They both told us that it was fine that we were staying with them, and even got us a bed and some toiletries. However, as time went on, my BIL seemed to be more and more annoyed by our presence, and he barely spoke to me (which was a huge contrast from how he'd normally treat me). I asked him why he seemed to bothered after getting frustrated with his silent treatment, and he stated that she just wanted to live her life in peace and wished we'd move somewhere else. This also ended explosively, and my mother dropped me off at home with my dad while she stayed in a hotel to find a new place to live. Like I said, this was years ago. We're fine now and my parents are now good friends, but our relationship with sister and BIL has been distant. I'm graduating from high school, and I've told my sister to come to the ceremony. I was iffy about BIL since, before this incident, he'd been like a brother to me. I asked my mother, and she said it was fine to invite him, too. Her tone told me otherwise, though, since she repeats time and time again how much this had hurt her since she used to see him as a son. I want to invite him so bad, because 1) this was years ago and I don't really hold any resentment anymore and even though we can't go back to the same relationship, I dont want to hold grudge and 2) I don't want to let this stand in the way of my relationship with my sister (though she hasn't said anything about me not inviting him). I just don't want to cause any arguments So, WIBTA?

[caashmoneynae]

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PRACTICE.

ALLEN IVERSON x @notapradagurl7 🤎

SUMMARY: in which Majesty helps Allen practice for his next game and Allen helps Majesty learn to be vocal with her needs. ✨

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"𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 𝗬𝗢' 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗨𝗣, 𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡!" Majesty exclaimed with a laugh as she dunked on Allen, hanging from the hoop with a giggle before dropping to her feet.

"oh, you got skills, huh?" Allen laughed, picking up the basketball, as Majesty giggled and playfully shrugged, watching her man dribble the ball while she adjusted her gym shorts.

"i learned from the best, didn't i? now, c'mon and make it hot, boo. we both tied at 19. after this, we can go home." Majesty smiled a bit, wiping her forehead clear of sweat, as Allen passed the ball to her and Majesty passed it right back to him, the couple checking the ball while Majesty made her way over to him to block him from shooting.

Majesty and Allen were at an indoor basketball court to help Allen practice for his next game. this court was actually how the two met and how their relationship sparked. one time when Allen went here to practice with his friends, he saw them get dunked on by Majesty, which is what caused his sudden interest in her. how could a girl dunk on 3 men so easily? from that moment on, Allen started to pursue her.

that was only 6 months ago, and the two still practice together just like they did before, especially when Majesty had free time. Majesty was a nurse at their local hospital — and she'd even nurse Allen's injuries whenever he got hurt in the court — and whenever she had free time, she'd be helping Allen practice, be present at his games, cook him dinner, and sometimes she'd even run the shower for him or she'd run him a nice bubble bath when he was sore after his games.

she was always questioned by Allen why she didn't try out for the WNBA, but she always responded by telling him that taking care of people was something she love doing since she was in high school. sure she played basketball in middle school and high school and was even nicknamed "Majic" by her coach — which was on the back of her letterman jacket — but being a nurse was something that she just couldn't shake, so she focused on that instead.

making their way down the court, Majesty attempted to steal the ball from Allen while he made his way toward the basket. successfully stealing the ball from her lover, Majesty dribbled the hall as she managed to break Allen's ankles, earning laughs from the both of them while Majesty jogged towards the hoop and Allen jogged after her.

a smirk suddenly covered Allen's face and before Majesty could shoot the ball, Allen slapped her on the ass, causing a loud squeal to fall from her lips while her focus diminished and Allen swiped the ball from her sweaty palms.

"Al, that's cheating!" Majesty laughed, rubbing her backside, as she watched Allen laugh and shoot the ball, a 'swish' sound effect coming from his lips while the ball went through the net.

"all's fair in Love and Basketball, right, baby?" Allen smugly grinned, making his way over to his woman, as Majesty smacked her lips and playfully turned around, jokingly giving him the silent treatment while he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"you're such a cheater, move." Majesty laughed, feeling him kiss her earlobe and sprinkle kisses on the side of her face, as she rested her hands on his tattooed arms and playfully rolled her eyes.

"don't be mad 'cause i'm better than you." Allen joked, smiling against her face, as Majesty smacked her lips and before she could respond, Allen spun her around and picked her up while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"i hate when you do that! givin' me heart attacks and shit!" Majesty laughed, smacking his shoulder, as Allen laughed and his hands rested on her ass, running his tongue over his lips while he looked up at her.

"you don't be complainin' when i have yo' ass pent up against the wall in the hallway like this." Allen smirked, raising his brow at the woman in his arms, as Majesty blushed and smacked her lips, shimmying out of his grip before grabbing his hand.

"stop tryna be nasty and c'mon so we can get out these sweaty clothes."

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"thank you, mama." Allen muttered as Majesty tied his durag over his cornrows and placed a kiss on his lips with a smile.

"of course, pa." Majesty smiled softly as she sunk into the bathtub filled with bubbles and rested her back against his chest while Allen's arms wrapped around her figure.

the couple sat in comfortable silence as the warm water ran over both of their bodies, their skin smooth, wet, and clean from them washing each other's bodies. Majesty's eyes gradually shut as she took in the relaxing moment, her body laying limply against Allen's while he gently squeezed her in his arms.

feeling a kiss on her temple, Majesty's lips curled up into a small smile as Allen placed kisses upon the side of her face, making her chuckle softly at his affection.

"i should beat yo' lil' ass for breaking my ankles like that on the court." Allen jokingly muttered, a small goofy smile on his face, as Majesty laughed softly and opened her eyes, looking up at her man with a playful roll of her eyes.

"you can do it to everybody else, but when i do it to you, you wanna fight me?" Majesty giggled, pecking her man's lips, as Allen chuckled and sat his hand on her side, running his thumb over the tattoo that rested there while he looked down at her.

"because you my girl, and that was disrespectful shit, Maj'. i'm hurt." Allen pouted, poking out his bottom lip, as Majesty laughed and repeatedly pecked his lips, making him smile against her lips while he rested his hand on her chin and gave her one final passionate kiss before pulling away.

"a'ight, a'ight, stop before i have yo' fine ass bent over the side of this tub." Allen chuckled, smirking a little at the woman against him, as Majesty playfully rolled her eyes and chuckled at her man before kissing his lips for a final time, rising from his chest and gripping the side of the bathtub to stand up to her feet.

"whatever, Mr. Iverson. finish bathing — or whatever you gotta do — so i can cook us something to eat and we can take a nap. don't take all day."

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Majesty sat Indian style in her and Allen's shared bed in one of Allen's sweatshirts and a pair of underwear, resting her cheek against her palm as she scrolled through channels on the TV. Allen was still in the bathroom doing lord knows what so she waited patiently for him to come out so that they could decide as a couple what they wanted to eat.

suddenly, the bathroom door opened, causing Majesty to look up, and there stood Allen in nothing but a towel. the towel was loosely wrapped around his waist and droplets of water either sat or rolled off of his muscular chest as his muscles flexed with each move he made, causing Majesty's mouth to involuntarily go ajar. sinful daydreams filled Majesty's mind quicker than ever as she stared at the light-skinned man in front of her, seeing his lips move but hearing no words exit them.

sometimes Majesty wondered how she managed to bag someone as perfect as Allen. his personality was amazing, his face and aura were beautiful, and he was insanely talented. most women would dream of having a Superman like Allen. and yet there he was; in Majesty's life.

"Maj', you listenin'?" Allen's voice knocked Majesty out of her thoughts and she blinked a few times before looking up at him, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her.

"...huh?"

"i said why you ain't tell me i didn't bring no boxers with me to the bathroom? i can't just be walkin' around with my dick swingin' back and forth." Allen chuckled, his words going in one of Majesty's ears and out the other, as she watched him walk over to his dresser and her eyes were glued to his toned abdomen, watching his chest flex effortlessly while she bit down on her lip.

"who said you couldn't?" the words flew from Majesty's lips before she could process them, making her eyes widen a little, and she averted her eyes back to Allen, who was looking back at her with a raised eyebrow and an even wider smirk on his face.

the sexual tension suddenly thickened in the atmosphere as Allen closed the drawer his hand was entangled in and walked over to Majesty, who was still in shock from the words she let slip through the cracks of her lips.

"you got somethin' to tell me, Maj'?" Allen smirked, his slender fingers resting on her chin and lifting her head, as Majesty went quiet, her throat becoming dry while she stared up at the love of her life lustfully with a glint of awe.

"you want sum', don't you?" Allen asked lowly, licking his lips at the woman, as he grabbed her hand and trailed her fingertips along the length of his shaft, which was gradually hardening under her touch, "you know if you want it, you gotta say it, ma."

"i... uh..." Majesty struggled to get her words together and she spoke in a whisper as Allen smiled mischievously at the woman before placing his fists against the bed, his face inches from hers while he slightly towered her. Allen's bottom lip retreated between his teeth as he stared at Majesty, who unknowingly submitted to him due to having to be vocal about her desires.

"hm?" Allen muttered, lightly tilting his head at the woman, as he grabbed her hand from his now erect member and sat it on her lap, waiting on her to let him know what she wanted and how she wanted it, "what'chu want, mama?"

"...i... i want you, Al... please?"

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"Allen! oh, shit, just like that!" Majesty moaned loudly, the bed gently swaying underneath her, as Allen's hands tightly gripped her waist and his hips rocked into hers with ease, his thrusts steady and deep while he bit his lip in concentration.

"like that? hm? you like when you give it to you like that, pretty?" Allen cooed, wrapping Majesty's ginger passion twists around his hand, as he pulled her head back to him, closing the distance between their bodies while her back rested against his chest.

"y-yes! oh m-my— mmh!" Majesty cried, her vocals beginning to falter, as her hands tightly gripped the sheets and her eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowing while her hips grew rosy from how hard Allen gripped them.

taking his hands off her hips, Allen's warm touch spread across her body like wildfire as he caressed and groped every part of her body he could get his fingers on, earning whimpers and soft cries from the woman in his arms. a gasp fell from her lips once she felt a rough slap on her ass and her lips rested ajar as her low eyes fluttered open, locking eyes with Allen's lustful glare while she whimpered softly.

dipping his head down to her neck, Allen peppered kisses along the side of her neck and onto her shoulder, adding a hickey or two as his tongue trailed up and down her left collarbone. one of his hands kneaded Majesty's breast and the other came up to her jaw as he tilted her head to the side to give himself more access to her neck, his canines gently sinking into her skin and earning a wince and moan from his lady.

"you feel so good around me, baby." Allen breathily groaned against her neck, causing her floodgates to open further, as Majesty's eyes slightly fluttered and she released a soft whimper, taking one hand off of the sheets and resting it on top of the hand Allen had on her bosom.

"Al..." Majesty whimpered, her brows furrowing for a second time, as his kisses began trailing up from her neck to her face and he soon reached her lips, pulling her into a heated and nasty tongue kiss.

the lip-lock was sloppy and nearly full of saliva as it dripped down both their chins, moans and groans filling the kiss while Allen's hand slipped down from her breast to her lower stomach. Majesty clutched onto Allen's wrist as he rested his middle and ring fingers on top of her throbbing clitoris, rubbing the bud in quick circles while Majesty's body jolted against his. Majesty moaned in the kiss at his action and she soon failed to kiss back as Allen held her bottom lip in his mouth, gently tugging at it with his teeth before letting it go.

staring up at the woman with low eyes filled with desire, Allen watched as Majesty struggled to handle the amount of pleasure she felt at once, making him smirk while he bit down on his lip. Majesty's breathing began choppy and her moans started to get trapped in her throat as tears brimmed at her eyes and her nails gently dug into Allen's wrist, his other hand wrapping around her throat while he roughly squeezed the sides.

"A-Allen! i'm g-gonna cum!"

"not 'til you promise me you'll always tell me when you want some dick," Allen muttered, kissing her earlobe, as he smirked against her rosy skin, "you know it's yours, mama. so why you actin' so shy to ask for sum'?"

the pace of his thrusts and fingers suddenly quickened, and Majesty had no clue he could go faster than he was already going. tears now rolled down her face and broken moans and cries fell from her lips like a never-ending waterfall as her eyes screwed shut for a second time and she released a sob.

"p-please, Al!"

"uh-uh. you betta' hold that shit 'til you say it."

Majesty's stomach muscles convulsed violently as her bubbling orgasm intensified and her nails dug even further into Allen's wrist, causing the skin to slightly break and a low moan to fall from his lips. her chest began rising and falling with quickness and she struggled to catch her breath as she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, making more tears roll down her cheeks.

not only was she shy about being vocal, but it seemed like she couldn't even be vocal at the time she needed it the most.

all of a sudden, a loud gasp fell from her lips and it felt as if the blockage she had in her throat had disintegrated, making her eyes shoot open from the feeling that she was about to explode if she didn't get her orgasm.

"i-i pro-promise i'll al-always tell you when i want so-some dick! i sw-swear! please let me cum, i can't hold it anymore!"

"cum for me, gorgeous." on cue with his words, Majesty became undone, a loud sob falling from her lips as she came. her body twitched and jolted in Allen's arms as her chest heaved up and down slowly, attempting to catch her breath for a second time while Allen's movements on her body gradually came to a stop.

Majesty's body felt weak and out of energy and her eyes felt too heavy to keep open as she went limp in Allen's arms, making him chuckle while he let her go and allowed her to fall on the bed.

"you promise to be vocal with me, baby?" Allen asked softly, pulling out of the girl, as he moved her hair out of her face and Majesty looked up at him dazedly.

"...I promise."

[cherripieee]

Made For You💋

pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: Nothing between you two was serious, it was meant to be lighthearted fun. But you don't want it to be that way anymore. You need her. You need Robin Buckley. You were made for her.

warnings: mentions of spicy times, angst, established relationship between robin and vickie, sad ending

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She's the love of your life? That's putting it mildly. You were head over heels smitten, fallen in love with the one and only Robin Buckley. You didn't know how or when these feelings started hitting you like a dump truck, but it was definitely recent.

Back when the two of you would hook up on the daily, it was casual. It was a simple relationship: I give you what you want, you give me what I want. Nothing about it was complicated. But you broke the main rule of your relationship. DONT. GET. FEELINGS. INVOLVED.

Now that you think about it, it started when Robin didn't call you as often to hook up. And when she did, you realized that she wasn't fully into it. She'd lose interest and leave as soon as she was done with you and wouldn't contact you for a few days. You thought nothing of it at the time. She wasn't your girlfriend; you could care less about what she decided to do.

But now you did. You cared about every move she made, every decision she would make...you cared a lot. It's been almost a month since the two of you have spoken, and it's been almost three since you've hooked up. You were tired of this silent treatment.

So here you are, standing in the crowd of a bunch of people. But you didn't care about this group of people, you cared about one person in particular. You waited and waited for her to show up, hoping that Eddie didn't somehow jinx it with that dumbass wink he gave you earlier.

You're about to give up and just watch the show until you see someone walk in with a very familiar shirt. 'Treat Your Girl Right' was plastered on the shirt with big red letters. That shirt was familiar because you let Robin borrow it the first night you two hooked up. And you were right.

The girl turns around to reveal a smiling Robin, her hair swishing to the side as she whips around to speak to the girl she came with. But you can't even see that girl, you only see Robin. You're pretty sure that there's hearts in your eyes as you look at her, she's so fucking pretty.

You feel as if everything has stopped when you look at her. How can a person get more and more gorgeous every time you look at them? You didn't know how, but you weren't complaining.

You don't even stop yourself from pushing past all the people to get to her, not getting a single second thought. You needed to speak with her urgently and just...see her again. Feel her again... No, those weren't the right words at all. You craved her.

"Robin...hey." Are the only words you can manage to get out of your throat as you stand right in front of her. From a distance, she was gorgeous. But up close? You felt like you were about to faint. She's just so...perfect.

Robin's smile suddenly fades as she sees you, a look of awkwardness and annoyance that makes your stomach churn. The girl she's with is staring at you, her eyes darting between you and Robin.

"Hey." Robin replies, giving you a small wave.

The eye-contact is awkward yet alluring at the same time. You want to walk away, but you also want to get closer...

"Hi!" You snap yourself out of your thoughts as the red-headed girl next to Robin gives you a big grin. It's too big. You already don't like her.

Before you can even speak, the girl keeps talking. "I'm Vickie, Robin's girlfriend!"

There's a pang in your chest.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND?

You're confused, but everything adds up now. Robin hasn't spoken to you in months because she found someone else. Even if it was a friends with benefits situation, she still could've at least warned you, right?

You're not sure what your first reaction is. Hurt? Anger? Betrayal? Or are you just being dramatic? Or even delusional?

Robin realizes that you didn't respond right away, so she pats Vickie's shoulder and gives you a solemn look.

"Look, I-"

You cut her off, not wanting to hear her explanation. At least, not in front of Vickie.

"Can we talk in private, please?" If she refused, you don't know what'd you do. You'd resort to fucking pleading, begging on your knees for her to at least have a conversation with you.

Luckily, you don't have to resort to pleading anytime soon. Robin slowly nods her head, telling Vickie that she'll be right back before following you through the crowd of people to the back entrance. As the two of you slip out, the cold night air hits you. It's summer, but why did it feel so chilly? Maybe it wasn't the weather, it was just you.

Robin's back is against the brick wall, staring deeply into your eyes. You can already tell by the look on her face that this conversation wasn't going to be a good one.

"Why didn't you talk to me, Robin?"

She shuffles her feet, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I should have called you."

Yeah, well no shit.

“Does Vickie know?”

She stays silent, and now you instantly know the situation.

Vickie doesn’t know that you and Robin hooked up, and in an attempt to save her relationship; she dumps you and distances herself.

You’re hurt.

You’re angry.

You’re betrayed.

“…I’m so sorry, I-”

You let out a dry snicker, waving her off with your hand as you walked away. That wasn’t the conversation you were hoping for, but it was the one you had gotten.

You were expecting something way different than this.

And now, your friendship with Robin is ruined.

You watched the show in silence, while the lively crowd is jumping and dancing along to the band’s music. Looking over to your side, you see Robin and Vickie smiling and jumping along with the crowd…

…it’s like she doesn’t even care about you.

With every beat of the music, it feels like your heart is shattering into a million pieces and weights of jealousy and anger are pulling you down.

After a long, miserable two hours, the concert has ended and you’re backstage waiting for Eddie since you promised to take him home.

He hops off stage along with his bandmates, patting each other on the back and smiling. He turns to you, he’s sweaty and there’s pieces of curly hair sticking to his forehead. “So, did you get your girl back?” He asks, enthusiastically.

…you burst into tears.

Eddie instantly wraps his arms around you, trying to comfort you. He honestly knew that something bad was going to happen, but for your sake he needed to be positive. You were head over heels for this girl.

You told him every single detail. On how you saw her with Vickie and she looked happy without you, how your conversation didn’t even last that long, and on how Vickie didn’t even know about you and Robin’s relationship.

The two of you were just hooking up, why couldn’t you get that in your head?!

There was two reasons.

You’re delusional.

And in love with Robin Buckley.

[widow-writer]

There's something about the fire within her...

Tw: sexual assault, talks and implications of past abuse, details of murder to men who needed to die.

Fire in her eyes

Natasha has seen the worst of the worst. Her work not only as a spy, but as an avenger allowed her to see the real tragedies that terrible people caused. She had also been trained by the red room, an establishment set to train the strongest young girls to kill and to kill the weaker girls and assess their weaknesses to improve.

She hadn't disregarded the red room but she knew the moment it crashed down that she was going to be the savior for so many young widows who were killing under the control of a person who was now dead. She knew she would likely get attached to some of them but what she had yet to learn could potentially hurt her worse than any injury.

It was nearly a month after she had finally eliminated the red room that she met her first widows. They were around the ages of 10 and 13. One girl was tall with dark red hair braided tightly. The other was shorter and had a blonde bob that was very wavy.

It was a fight getting them exposed to the gas, but when they were freed it was even harder for these girls to trust Natasha.

"it's ok. I promise I'm here to help you." Natasha whispered kneeling. Allowing herself to get on their level.

Both girls allowed the elder woman to lift them up and carry them. One on either hip, they were so severely underweight that it was easier than it should have been.

Upon the arrival of these widows to the stark facilities Natasha led them in holding their hands that were covered in dirt and mud. Immediately she showed them where the bathroom was and allowed them to go take a bath while she finished their bedroom. The last touch was simply making their beds. Everything else was done.

Once both girls had taken a shower, she sat with them and detangled their hair while watching a movie. When Natasha braided the redhead's hair back up, the redhead spoke for the first time since she had been found

"can you do something different please? I don't like my hair like this," she said she sounded so timid and scared of Natasha as if she'd hurt her

"Of course my darling," Natasha said gently undoing the braid and beginning to work on doing a secure Celtic hairstyle she had learned. It was three smaller braids tied back into a ponytail with the rest of her loose hair.

"thank you," the girl said.

"anytime, can you tell me your name?" Natasha asked

"I don't know. I was always referred to as my number 62339" she said

"me too, I was 2723" the blonde said, less timid but still extremely quiet and fearful.

"well how would you like to choose your names? I can choose if you'd prefer but I think you should choose." Natasha told

"I've always liked the name Avery," the blonde said.

"is that what you want to be called? Avery," Natasha said watching the blonde nod seeming to come out a little more confident. Maybe she hadn't had as bad a treatment as her redhead friend or she was just less impacted.

"what about you dear? You look like a Maddy to me." Natasha suggested trying to give her ideas.

"No!" The redhead squeaked, "not that. I like misty" she said.

"ok misty. But Why did you react so quickly to Maddy" natasha asked curious as to the odd reaction.

"that's what he called me." Misty said.

"who dear?" Natasha asked now concerned for her girls wellbeing.

(TW: please read triggers and read at your own risk)

"t-the men. They were in the red room. When I was there they would pull me out of training sessions to go alone to an empty room or closet and they would touch me in places. Places I didn't want to be touched." Misty explained trying to keep her voice level and will her tears away.

Natasha was silent. She was shocked that there were monsters who would do this to a little girl.

"did you also get pulled out Avery?" Natasha asked

"yeah. If I wasn't fast enough at picking up the techniques I would get pulled out and a guard would take a cane, belt, wooden spoon, and paddle and beat me with it. Thirty licks of each, the spoon and paddle stayed on softer, more meaty parts like my legs. The cane would be my legs and back, and the belt would be anywhere he felt like hitting. My legs, my back, my sides and stomach." Avery said.

Natasha knew there were still men who survived the red rooms downfall. She would find them, and kill them. She now had two young lives to care for and she was going to give those men what they deserved for hurting her girls.

"Don't worry girls, they will never hurt you again." Natasha told, "For now, I'm going to set up some cots for you two to get some rest. I have to go talk to my friends and other avengers for a little. Well be in the kitchen, which is just down the hall."

Natasha set up the cots with a fluffy pillow and a cozy blanket on each. Both girls got cozy and Natasha left them be.

When Clint saw Natasha emerge from her bedroom and come out he saw a fire in her eyes. A fire unlike any other, it was fury. A sheer need to hurt the people who hurt the ones she loves.

"Spider, what's going on? Clint asked concerned.

"I freed two orphaned girls today. I decided against sending them to a shelter or putting them in the foster care system, so I am going to care for them. They're both around 10-12 I'm not sure just yet. But there are men alive that abused those girls. And I need to find them, kill them, and burn them." Natasha told

"Ok. I will put that on the mission list for this coming week, but you need to stay here for a couple days to get these girls adjusted to being here before you leave to serve justice." Clint told "I know how you are, but trust me on this one, those firls need yoy most right now. They're in a new place with people they've never met being treated far better than what they're used to."

"I know Clint. I had planned to stay. I'm going to clean up the spare bedroom for them and get them all set up before I leave." Natasha tells

That night Natasha was gone. Both of her girls slept soundly, assured they were safe.

The fire in Natasha burned far brighter than any other fury. She was determined that both men would die before sunrise. And she would be back at the tower by daylight. Upon Avery and Misty retelling their traumas, Natasha immediately knew who was behind them.

A man named Adam shoskovich and another named Alexander shoskavani. Both men were supposedly laying low in a hotel complex in the states. Little did Natasha know that five minutes of research and about an hour of scanning through security footage from across the city would result in her finding out these two men were in the hotel complex down the street from her favorite bakery a block away from the tower. It seems she could pissibly be done with this before 3 am.

She rigged a sniper atop a building that overlooked the hotel. She had long since cut the cameras so no footage would be caught of her commiting the murders. She was in all black and had even opted to cover her face with a mask that also hid part of her hair. she had gone blonde but had since grown it out and this mask hid the blonde which right now was an extremely identifying feature to Natashas profile.

She looked through the scope and aimed at her first target. It seemed to her luck both were in the same hotel room and there were no other people in the room with them. They were sitting ducks.

One moment later and Alex was dead. Another and Adam followed. She looked through the scope and assured herself that both shots hit right in the middle of the forehead and went through to the back of the skull.

She disappeared and in the shadows changed into a white shirt and green leggings. She removed the mask and to make her look sleepy tossed her hair to create the illusion of having laid on it.

She entered a local ice cream store that stayed open at night and got herself a scoop of peanut butter swirl ice cream. She left and walked back to stark tower just before 3 am. She sat in the dim living room and ate her ice cream and fell asleep after she set the empty paper cup down. Now they were safe.

When Natasha arose the next morning she was greeted with the smiles of her girls. Misty and Avery were safe now, Natasha could rest and enjoy her girls.

Clint saw how soft and easy Natasha's body language was. Definitely not a sign of murder. But Natasha was different. She was tense when Clint finally went to bed, if she had followed his plan to make a course of action shed still be tense. But she's relaxed and calm. She had to have done something.

"you killed them didn't you?" Clint asked after Natasha had shooed the girls off to get their shoes for a little shopping trip.

"I did, they deserved it though. They hurt my babies," Natasha argued.

"nobody saw?" Clint asked

"not a soul. I'm a Russian spy dear, we can do anything without being see or caught." Natasha grinned

"of course you can," Clint sighed

Hope you enjoy ❤️

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 49

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1997

Warnings: Swearing, PTSD

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: This Love Back to Us

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Ghost

The setting sun cast its golden rays over the Pacific Ocean and created a calming sky of pink and orange. Ghost stared at it, wishing she could be up in the air in her F-35, the hum of its powerful engine drowning out her miserable thoughts. 

God, please give me a reprieve from the shit going on inside my head. She prayed silently, fiddling with her dog tags. I'll take anything at this point. 

The front door opened, and from her peripheral, she saw that Rooster had come to join her instead of Bryn. She pursed her lips. That is not what I meant, God...

Ghost refused to look at him, choosing to give him the same treatment he provided her. It's not like it would change anything, even if she did. Still, Ghost found the endeavor challenging when he sat next to her, carefully leaning his crutches against the side of the couch. For a few minutes- although it felt like millennia- the pair sat in silence. Ghost bit the insides of her cheeks to stop herself from speaking. She'd done enough of the talking. If Rooster wanted a conversation, he'd have to initiate it.  

He did.

"I've never been good with words," he began softly, keeping his head bowed. "Especially when it comes to my feelings for you. I always thought my actions made up for that, but I recognize those have fallen short, too, especially in the last few months. You want an explanation, and I'm going to tell you, but please... please don't make me look at you yet. I won't be able to get through this if I do. I hope you'll understand why after."

Ghost's brow furrowed in confusion, but she said nothing. Rooster took her silence as a confirmation to go ahead. "I wasn't lying to you earlier when I said I wasn't mad at you. I'm not. I never was. You didn't do anything."

"Then why have you been acting the way you have toward me?" Ghost finally demanded, hating the sound of tears in her voice. "Because I've been going crazy thinking I did something to make you hate me."

"No, no, you didn't. I swear on my life, it's nothing you did," Rooster replied quickly. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, the tips of his fingers on her pulse point. It was then she noticed his trembling. "It's what happened to you, Annalise. It was seeing you crash into the enemy plane. It was seeing you slumped against the tree in enemy territory and me not being able to tell if the pulse I felt on your neck was yours or mine and wondering if you were dead. It was seeing your limp body float down into the ocean. It- it was cradling your body while blood trickled out of your nose and your face turned blue. It was me begging and pleading for you to wake up and getting no response. It was seeing you hooked up to the machines after your surgery that reminded me so much of my mom in the hospital. I thought I'd be okay when I saw you up and talking, but then you told me you hallucinated telling me how you got your callsign while we were in the water, it struck me that you realized you were going to die and that's the first time it happened."

The words were pouring out of Rooster's mouth, and as they did, his grip tightened painfully on her good wrist, but Ghost ignored it, too concerned with the direction the conversation headed in. Hesitantly, she queried, "The first time what happened?"

"The flashbacks. I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't want to be around anyone when whatever it was did. I barely made it to my bunk before the flashback overwhelmed me. I found myself back in enemy territory, my fingers on your neck, trying to find a pulse and getting nothing. I don't know how long it lasted. Could've been a few seconds, minutes, hours... maybe I fell asleep after it ended, but I woke up, and you, Mav, and Hangman were all in your bunks. You were sleeping. I couldn't see your chest rising or falling, and I panicked, thinking you were dead. I tried telling myself that Mav and Hangman wouldn't be casually talking if you were dead in bed, but it triggered another flashback. Instead of being in enemy territory, we were in the waves. I was clutching your body again and pleading with you to wake up, and you didn't. You never do..." Rooster rubbed his face with his free hand and sniffled. His voice became strained as he went on as if he was finding it challenging to continue despite how fast the words as he continued. "I realized looking at you triggered the flashbacks. I also realized that if you were nearby when they happened, if I could feel your pulse, it kept the flashbacks at bay."

Ghost's eyes flicked down to his hand on her wrist, the memories of the previous times flashing through her mind. "The welcome home dinner... did you have a flashback then?"

"Yeah... I didn't know you coded in surgery until Hangman said something. That-that was hard. You were gracious enough to let me keep my hand on your leg, which that and hearing you talk, kept me grounded enough that the flashbacks were only a couple of seconds. Enough to slip under the radar of everyone so no one noticed. When we moved to the couch, and your head fell on my shoulder, the flashback hit me of us in the water, so I-"

"-reached for the pulse point on my wrist," Ghost finished softly. "I felt it. Earlier, when we were talking to Penny, and you-"

"When you pressed up against me to dodge Maverick, I had to get your pulse because it was too similar to when I held you after the second ejection. When we fought earlier, and you were turning away, I finally looked at you, and it was... all hell broke loose in my head. I don't even remember going to my room. I remember seeing you leaving, and the next thing I know, I'm in my room with Bryn next to me, rightfully staring at me like I'd lost my mind. I kind of have..." Rooster confessed sadly, sighing and directing his attention to the slowly disappearing sun. "It hurts to be around you, Ghost, but it hurts even worse to not be around you, and it's a dilemma. I know I promised I'd leave you alone-"

"When the hell did you promise that?" Ghost interrupted, too taken aback by his statement to control herself. She racked her brain for the memory, playing through all her conversations with Rooster but failed to come up with a single thing.

"When we were on the ground. I had just found you, and you didn't acknowledge it. You just said no one was coming to save us, so I took your silence on the matter as acceptance."

Ghost did remember that part of the conversation. "Bradley, I never heard you promise you'd leave me alone. I was too focused on figuring out how to get us out of there. If I had, I would've told you I didn't want you to make such a promise."

"I figured you were so upset with me for letting myself get shot down-"

"Oh, I was upset. I still am, to be honest. It was stupid and reckless, and I'll still never know how we actually got rescued from that mess."

"You got us out of it. Whether Maverick and Hangman came for us or not, you got us out of there. No one else."

"I also nearly got you killed."

"No, you didn't. That was all my doing. I wouldn't have been in that position if I hadn't let myself get shot down, but I couldn't-" Rooster shook his head- "I couldn't leave you behind. Even if that enemy plane never showed up, I would've stayed in your area until they either sent a rescue chopper after you or until I ran out of gas and had to eject. I wasn't leaving you again. The last two times I did it, I regretted it and tried to go back for you, only for it to be too late. I at least learned that lesson... as for talking to you when things are wrong, I'm still working on it. I wanted to tell you earlier what was going on, but the words wouldn't come. All I kept thinking about was how I kept- no, keep- fucking up with you, and even when I seem to do it with the best intentions, I still make the wrong decision, and more importantly, you're still hurting from everything. Your mom's death, your own injuries and escape- I know you're struggling with them. I got up to check on you a few times when I heard you cry out in your sleep, but Mav or Penny was already there."

Ghost hung her head, ashamed she'd woken him up with her troubles. "I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"No, no, no, you don't need to apologize. That's the shitty thing about PTSD; you can't really control when it strikes," Rooster said, grimacing. "Me, on the other hand, I owe a thousand apologies for how I have treated you and acted toward you these past few months. I've let my fears rule over logic, and I'm working on not letting that happen anymore. This- telling you all this- is the first step because God knows I was terrified to do this, but I knew if I didn't, I might lose you forever, and that- that fear trumped all others. I love you, Annalise. I always have."

Ghost lifted their intertwined hands to her lips and kissed the back of his. "Good, because I love you too," she replied sincerely, her heart leaping at the words, and the smile graced his face in return. "Hey, you don't have to look at me, but could you turn toward me?"

Rooster hesitated for a few seconds but then slowly shifted his body. To Ghost's surprise, he locked eyes with her, but she could see the muscles twitching slightly in his face, the terror in his eyes. She acted swiftly, placing his hand over her chest and asking, "Do you feel that?"

Rooster nodded. "Yeah."

"What is it?"

"Your heartbeat."

"What does that tell you?"

"That you're alive."

"Exactly. You want to know how I'm alive? Because of you. You stopped me from drowning. You kept my head above water until the rescue chopper arrived. Even with your own injuries and pain, you pushed through it to keep me alive, and that's no small feat. I never thanked you properly for that."

Confusion flickered in his eyes. "Yes, you did. You thanked me after you woke up in the infirma-"

Ghost cut him off with a kiss, and he readily responded to it, his free hand weaving itself into her hair and cradling the back of her head. She could sense Rooster holding back, but Ghost wouldn't push him. He'd done enough of that today himself. 

When they breathlessly broke apart, Rooster kept his forehead braced against hers, his deep brown eyes staring adoringly into her blue ones. Ghost pecked him on the lips and said, "Thank you for telling me everything you did."

"Thank you for understanding after everything I've put you through," Rooster replied, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. "What are your plans tomorrow?"

"Nothing, now that I'm not trying to find ways to avoid the awkwardness between us," Ghost admitted with a teasing smile. "Why?"

"Because I want to take you out on a date like I should have done a long time ago. What do you say? Pick you up at six?"

Ghost's heart fluttered in anticipation. "It's a date."

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[traumatizeddfox]

hi nothing extreme, just some AITA friend "drama" im looking for a second opinion on. hope ur doing well!

so i recently became friends w this girl and we've been friends for several months now. we met at a mental health awareness program and she immediately opened up that she had anxiety etc. on the one hand i was like it's good to just cut the bs and be honest but at the same time i was a little on guard that she immediately opened up like that yk?

our relationship (platonic) has been fairly smooth, but she will often text me (we live just across the street from each other it turns out) and ask to come over or for me to come over because she's unwell, either mentally or physically. 99% of the time i've been turning her down because i don't feel like we're on that level yet, yk? but i try to still show my support by offering to continue texting her and listening to her vent. but every time i say no she gives me the silent treatment for days and it's really annoying.

a few weeks ago i had invited her to a party i was going to, and she declined. when i was at the party, she texted me saying she had a headache, and i said oof. she asked for us to make plans for the weekend and i said yes. then she asked if i had a problem, and i was really confused, so i said no? and then she said "that was not kind" and that she'd been struggling the past week and i never checked up on her. i was so confused because i was like, how is agreeing to hang out not kind? so i was like sorry im confused, i said yes to hanging out this weekend?? and then the silent treatment began for a while.

today she asked to come over because she's sad. i said i have to clean the house in preparation for company this week, which i told her about previously. but then i offered to give her some coping tips to show that i'm not just trying to flake. and she hasn't responded since.

i know our friendship is kinda based off of the fact that i do mental health support stuff, and so i've really been feeling like i'm more of a therapist to her, or better yet, a firefighter. because she expects me to drop everything immediately and come running to fix the situation, when it's not my responsibility to begin with. i just don't know why she expects so much of me. none of my friends are as needy as her emotionally. (am i her only friend??)

i kinda wanna stop being friends with her. i feel like it's just unbalanced and communication isn't going to work if she's going to just ignore me. i know she's going through a lot, i feel bad for her, but i really feel like she's expecting too much too soon. i'm normally an empathetic and giving person but the amount of times she asks me to come over is frustrating and exhausting.

AITA?

I dont think you're the asshole at all for that. I think she probably has no one to talk to or maybe feels more comfortable with you, and maybe has co dependency issues. It isn't your responsibility to make sure she is safe all the top, especially since you guys aren't that close yet. I don't think distancing yourself from her is bad either, ive been in this situation before where someone treated me like a therapist and a not a friend and it was rly damaging to me. she also seems to have a lot of issues, but that isnt your problem either, and by the way it sounds, you seem to still help her out,so no i dont think youre the asshole at all!

[triplecrocodilian]

as someone who was bullied in school, let me tell you the most evil shit that ever happened to me

i pretty famously did NOT have a lot of friends throughout school- obviously that's one of the things about getting bullied- and whatever friendships i did have didn't tend to last through us getting separated through having different classes or over the various breaks

i made good friends with someone in middle school, and we were literally connected at the hip. neither of us were popular, i was actively bullied, and both of us felt the pressures of everybody else's expectations due to various degrees of teen expectations and drama

we're going about our school year when suddenly one day, my friend (now considered my best friend) refuses to speak to me. won't look me in the eye, silent treatment, refuses to even acknowledge me in classes we share. having been a bullied kid with a history of losing friends, i took this with equal measures of defeat and despair. we had a connection!! we were besties!! i thought everything was okay!!!

about a month passes. winter break happens. my friend still won't speak to me. i give up on ever getting her back, but i don't lose fondness for people because at that point in my life, i'm way too sad and lonesome to actually become angry when i'm treated badly.

new class schedules come out, and we're in one of the same classes. i pick a spot next to her because, as i said, neither of us are popular and so she's got an empty spot nearby when everywhere else is taken. in any case we get down to it and get through the class together

break period comes around, and she comes up to me crying. she explains that she saw the binder i used for classwork- inside, in a little clear pocket, i kept a photo of the two of us together because despite how our friendship seemingly ended, i still enjoyed what time we had together and regarded her fondly

she says that people in our grade- famously shitty people to me but not her- told her that i was going around behind her back and spreading lies and shit-talking her. that i was laughing about her behind her back and the only reason i hung around was to get more dirt on her to laugh about. she says seeing the photo i kept of us together made her realize that none of that was true, that i really was her friend, and that she'd been giving me the cold shoulder this whole time based on nothing

we made up, of course- again, i held literally no ill will and i was elated to have her back again, but this is something i've never seen really represented in movies or television or most books

was this physically harmful? no. was it somebody shoving me into a locker? no, i was never really physically bothered in school

but this is what i mean by "the most evil thing" that bullies ever did to me. it took a day for my only social link to crumble into nothing, and over a month to make that connection again. my bullies in school were so offended to see two unpopular people happy in each others' company, they thought it was appropriate to destroy the only friendship EITHER of us had

the group of nerds hanging out together at lunch, chilling at the "losers' table"? a lot of school bullies won't stand for that. they will do whatever they can to make sure every one of those people is as isolated and miserable as possible because it's not a case of "they're not like me, so they don't deserve kindness", it's "they're not like me, so they don't deserve ANYTHING"

even now i wonder how many of my previous friendships ended because of these exact machinations, and it took a LONG time to get over the idea that i had nothing to offer, so i didn't deserve companionship

but yeah, bullying is all like. wedgies and spoiled milk.

no piece of teen media has ever accurately depicted the quiet psychological warfare of bullying. bullies on TV are always dumb brutes and not the evil geniuses of emotional manipulation that they are in real life. being given a wedgie and having your lunch money stolen is nothing in comparison to a classmate quietly creating a taboo against speaking to you that they intend to enforce against all the other kids. it’s nothing like continuous cutting comments from people you thought were being nice to you. that way that the work of one kid can make you feel like every person on earth silently hates you and that you are dirty, disgusting, worthless, creepy and useless. that you can have friends but many of them will not speak to you at school for fear of the social consequences on their end. how that damage lasts in any social setting for the rest of your life

[michelleleewise]

Cold As Ice........

Pairing: ActorLoki x reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, cursing, self depreciating thoughts.

Summary: things fall apart as Loki closes himself off.

*texts/calls in italics*

Part eighteen-

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Loki pov-

I threw my phone down after texting y/n. Norns I didn't want to it, I haven't felt this way about someone in a very long time, but I had to. She would never want me when she found out. I'm sure she won't even want to stay on as my assistant anymore. She came too close to finding out what I am. I couldn't stand the look on her face if she saw me, the real me. She'd run away screaming.

Maybe I am destined to cause pain and suffering. This is why i never wanted to get close to anyone. No one could see past the monstrosity I am. I needed to save her from me. She deserves better and I deserve to be alone.

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Loki,

Please, text me back or call me! I don't understand what is going on?? I thought everything was fine? What happened? Why did you leave me on set?? Message me.....please!!!

Y/n

You stood there trying to process what just happened. Not only were you left behind on set, but Loki ended things. Everything was good you thought. Over the last few months you had fallen for him, hard. When he let his walls down you saw the real him. he was kind, caring, considerate, funny. You adored his smile, his laugh, his sass. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him. You thought he felt the same. The night at the bar, the weekend you spent with him, it was so much more then physical.

Maybe he's scared, Maybe he had issues with commitment. Whatever it was you could work it out, adjust to help him. Take things slower. You tried calling him again and this time it went straight to voicemail. "Shit!!" You yelled slamming your phone down. You heard a knock on the door and rushed to it "Loki....oh, hey sorry" it was the director. "Hey, I heard you yell, you ok? I thought you guys left" he said. "No, I'm not ok. Loki left and left me here, I'm not sure why" you said looking down. "Maybe he was just frazzled from today. I can give you a ride to the hotel come on" he said. You locked the trailer and headed out.

You got back to the hotel and ran inside. "Jonathan! Did you see loki come back?" You said running to the counter. "No y/n, I haven't seen him. Is everything ok?" He asked. You told him about the accident on set, and how he left you on set without saying anything and you didn't know where he was.

Loki's message kept running through your mind, why would he make you feel the way he did just to walk away there had to be something else. Why would he flip like that, there's something he isn't telling you. Jonathan called Loki's room for you but there was no answer. "Why don't you go to your room maybe he'll call" he said "Maybe your right, thank you." you sighed and headed upstairs.

You tried texting Loki again but he hadn't answered. You sat on the couch, trying to figure everything out. You felt your heart slowly breaking the longer he didn't answer. Why wouldnt he talk to you, why the silent treatment. You felt the tears stream down your cheek when your phone went off and Loki's name flash across the screen.

"Loki!! Where are you? Are you ok?" You said answering the call.

"Y/n I'm fine, you don't need concern yourself where I am" he said, his voice sounded cold.

Your heard music in the background, it made it hard to hear him.

"Please loki, what is going on?? I thought we were ok?" You asked.

"Y/n, like I said, anything with you and me isn't going to work. You just need to accept that." He said

"Then what was this weekend?? Was that nothing to you?? Cause it meant something to me" you said, your voice shaking

"We were having fun y/n, that's it, nothing more" he said.

"No! That's not true, your lying! Why are you lying! Why are you doing this!" You cried.

"I don't want to be with you y/n, we had our fun now move on" he said

"No loki please, i.....I love you! Please don't so this!" You cried. You heard him sigh

"Goodbye y/n" he said and hung up.

"Loki!! Loki no!!" You said but he was already gone. You tried calling him back but ot went to voicemail. You slid to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest hugging them and started sobbing.

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Loki's pov-

I headed back into the bar after my call with y/n. Hearing her cries broke my soul. I just wanted to hold her, kiss her, but I needed to do it, I don't deserve her. She deserves some one who can give her everything she wants, and that's not me. Hearing her say she loved me tore my heart out, and truly I loved her too. But I can't give her a life, kids. She deserves the world, not what I am.

I ordered another drink, my mind unable to stop thinking about her. No amount of alcohol on this planet would be enough to drown her out. I know she's not going to give up that easy, she's stubborn and hard headed. I need to make her want to leave me, to hate me. It will be easier for her.

"Well hello there" I heard a woman say next to me. I turned and looked at her. "You here with anyone handsome?" She asked rubbing my arm. "No, I'm alone." I said. "I'm here with my friend over there." She said pointing at a woman at a table who waved at me. I looked back at her "you and your friend want to have some fun?" I asked her. "Sure, we're up for anything" she said winking at me. It made my skin crawl. "Let's go" I said grabbing her hand and heading to the car. She'll hate me now......

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for how I treat my mom's roommate? Apologies that this is really long!

The people involved here are me (19f), my mom (54f) and my mom's roommate (39f). Gonna call the roommate "Jenny" for simplicity; that is not her real name. Context: So late last year, there was a bad natural disaster in our area. Jenny's house suffered bad damages from it and she needed somewhere to stay until she could find someplace else. Since she and my mom are coworkers, my mom offered our guest bedroom while I was away at college. She was feeling lonely in the house without anyone there and needed help paying rent anyway, so it seemed like it would work out.

I first met Jenny when I came back for Thanksgiving break. She needed help moving some of her furniture into the room she'd be staying in. And by, "she needed help," I mean she wanted my mom and I (who are both disabled) to do it for her. She did nothing while we moved her stuff in and just stood around watching us until we were done. So not a great first impression.

Immediately after that, Jenny started treating me really… weirdly. She treats me like I'm five years old. And that's not an exaggeration by any means. She baby-talks me, coos over me like I'm a cute toddler, and once even gasped when my mom swore in front of me, turned to me and went "Did you hear that? Your Mama said a baaad word!" This feels really demeaning and insulting to me, but no matter how I objected to it, she'd only laugh at or mock me. It got to a point where my mom also had to say something about how uncomfortable Jenny's baby talk made me, and while Jenny 'apologized' (to my mom, not to me), she still does it. Like, all the time.

I could put up with it until I went back to uni, but when I came home for winter, spring, and now summer break, she is still doing it. Alongside some other more mildly irritating things.*

My mom doesn't like her either, and from what I'm understanding she's got a bad reputation at their work for how she talks to others. But she's always paid rent and my mom appreciates that extra help, so. Where I may be assholey: I've resorted to giving Jenny the silent treatement. I never talk to her, hardly even acknowledge when she talks, and quickly excuse myself from the room when she enters it. My mom is hurt by this, as it often means I get up and walk away from conversations between her and I once Jenny inserts herself into them, but never stops me or complains about it. The most she's said is that I'm being needlessly rude sometimes, because "that's just how Jenny talks to everyone." (Which is just… untrue, because she doesn't talk to my mom like that.)

It's been months now. Should I just get over myself and talk to her more, even if she hasn't stopped doing what makes me uncomfortable? She seems to be trying to get my attention all the time, constantly looking to me when she talks like seeking a reaction or approval or something, and hurting my mom's feelings in the crossfire seems unfair… Even though both me and my mom do not like her. Maybe I'm just being overly spiteful or my ego was bruised and I don't want to acknowledge it. I don't know. I know I hate receiving the silent treatment, so I might be a bit hypocritical doling it out…

What do y'all think? *(I can give examples of this on an alt if necessary, I just don't want to bloat this more than it already is with the laundry list I could provide, lmao)

What are these acronyms?

[cinnamonest]

I am loving all these "Bitter Albedo getting revenge and doing as he wants with the reader"— but also, equally as bitter Creator! Reader growing resentful towards Albedo and wanting to do to him what he's done to her, or even _worse_. Anything to take him out of her life, so she half bakes a plan to "finetune" later, first starting off by building up some trust to get on Albedo's good side, she "gives in", plays nice and gets to work on alchemy with him.

She follows this routine, playing the loving glorified "housepet". But all the while, she's been fine-tuning her escape plan. It would either put him in an equal disadvantage to him, or it might kill her. At this point, either outcome would be mercy. She tells him there's still things from the Art of Khemia she hadn't taught him.

Things she'd learned in her travels while experimenting, not long after they'd gone their separate ways.

It starts out with gathering ingredients for tamer recipes, and just like she'd promised

New techniques, new creations and new knowledge was gained.

She makes him believe that she's adapting to his existence, maybe even tolerating him, but he didn't expect for her to only grow more and more bitter as time went on. The only thing growing in her heart was the resentment she harbored for him, any sort of admiration or genuine adoration she held for her creation all but crushed. She wanted nothing of him ever again, he had gone too far, miscalculated even, in his theory that reluctant "love" would follow his treatment.

Over the course of a few weeks, she has him carefully wrapped around his finger, unknown to him that she would show him just how much mercy she showed him when she sent him his own separate way. He was suspicious at first, of course, but in his moment of weakness, in his need for the approval she had been "showering" him in, he pushes the thoughts aside when he sees that her claims seem to be "valid enough".

He follows her instructions, and each time he gains new information on old, or even lost, techniques. Raging from little things she'd kept to herself so that he wouldn't have to interact with him when they worked together, To combinations only a mad woman who's challenged nature would dare think up.

and one day, she's telling him that she thinks he's ready to try the last thing she had managed to research on her own. He mixes the ingredients according to her instructions, everything seems to be going fine until he adds the last thing— and it's immediately reacted in a messy blast.

Albedo finds himself blinded by the fallout, as well as finding a surprising lack of digits on where his hands should be. His ears are ringing, obviously, such a blast would deafen anyone.

It's the creator's way of getting her own vengeance for the position he's put her in, at least this way, maybe, _maybe_, she can have a chance to finally put her failed created behind her. After all, he was always her most _disappointing_ creation.

AHHHHHH anon that took me aback at the last bit I was not expecting that. Poor little thing, how could master be so cruel...?

After the obvious resulting chaos (and agony), he'd be quiet for a long time. He ties you to the bed with what's left of his hands, having to use his mouth to tie the knot, and... leaves. Usually he's good about leaving you food when he goes out for the day, but not this time. He doesn't say a word as he leaves, even if you call out to him.

And he's gone for several days. You're starving, but even when he comes back, he doesn't say a word at first. Doesn't acknowledge your presence, no matter how many times you call out to him. It goes on like that for hours until eventually, without prompting, after you've given up calling for him, he just simply states a few thoughts.

He was... too kind. He understands that now. You didn't deserve it. You didn't appreciate it properly. So now, you will earn your way back to the way things were.

For starters, he takes the legs off at the scar. No real reason other than to hurt you. To see your horror when you fully wake up, pain, having to adjust. He pulls the same shit where he makes you beg for anesthetic and painkiller, but it's infinitely more painful this time. He keeps you just a little bit awake for the whole thing, even if you beg enough to be given some anesthetic during the procedure.

And after that, he stops talking to you. For good.

He himself is learning to adjust, having been given a prosthetics for fingers (literally Fullmetal Alchemist lmao) that he can make do with. You can learn how to adjust, too. Having *no* legs is actually different than just having numb ones, and learning to live without them is harder than you thought it would be -- your center of gravity and sense of balance changes, you have to avoid certain positions or risk a sharp shooting pain, etc. But even when you stumble and fall, and call out for help... nothing happens. You have to fix it on your own, or, if stuck too far to move, wait until he comes by up to hours later and silently sets you upright. If you call out in what sounds like high distress, he might come running over to make sure you're not in immediate danger, but after looking you up and down and ascertaining you're just uncomfortable and/or stuck, he slowly turns back, deciding he'll help you when he feels like it later.

You don't eat together anymore. He feeds you in a bowl on the ground. The first time, you turn your nose up and fold your arms in disgust... even though you haven't eaten the entire time he was gone. You're just that stubborn. No matter. Eventually, you cave, maybe the second day, maybe the third or fourth. He doesn't say anything the whole time, just takes the food when you make it clear you won't eat it, and puts it out each night, until you give in.

You sleep on the floor. Chained by the neck to the bedpost. You understand the message without needing to be asked out loud. You hated him so much, didn't you? You'd much rather be on the cold, hard floor than in bed, since he's in it, wouldn't you? Since you hate him so much?

And still, he doesn't talk. Somehow, that hurts the most. He was never very talkative, but he'd comment every now and then, ask you for your thoughts on something, but he now acts like you're not even there. No matter how many times you call out to him, he acts like he doesn't hear it.

It goes on like that for a month or so until you finally break down. Latch onto his leg and sob and plead. You feel like you're going insane, you say. You just want him to acknowledge you exist again.

...But why should he, he asks? It's the first thing he's said to you since the leg removal. He won't turn his head or eyes to look at you. What does he get from talking to you? You were so mean. For the few months leading up to the incident, you were so, so, so mean. He tried to be nice and get you adjusted, and you fought him every step (well... not that you were taking many literal steps) of the way. Remember? You were mean from the moment you woke up then. And then, when you were finally nice -- when he trusted you -- you went and did what you did. What reason does he have to acknowledge you? You'll either be mean to him or plot against him again. And that's all he's willing to say.

A few more weeks. A few more breakdowns. You know the intention -- he wants to truly, completely break you in a way that he never could when he was showing you any kindness. And, you hate it, but it's working. You find yourself begging. Sobbing. Rocking back and forth and clinging to his legs. Utterly pathetic, pitiful, humiliating displays of neediness and weakness. It breaks you down until he finally deems you complete, and one day finally makes eye contact with you for the first time in months.

There's not much left of "you" per se, though. The nasty attitude you had back before is almost completely gone. You're finally happy when he talks to you -- something that, after so many months of going insane from silence, you consider a privilege. After so many breakdowns and humiliation, you don't have much pride left to get in the way of begging, no shame about anything you do. It's perfect.

Not that it doesn't come back, sometimes. Sometimes, when you're having good days, you get a bit too comfortable, you forget what a privilege it is to be like this together, and you almost get mean again. But it's fairly easy to shut down with a very specific look that shuts you up immediately.

Oh, and he finds a way to fix himself, in the end. Being an artificial creation, he has a different compositional makeup than a person, so there are... ways to adjust and repair the body he has. In fact, he might even find one that would work on even an organic human, a miracle regenerative formula.

Not that he'd give it to you. But he makes sure to tell you all about it, showing off just how perfectly it regenerated his hands... just to see the look on your face.

[traegics]

The arrival of his daughter had his gaze pulling towards her, lips upturning into a smile as her arm looped into his own, corners of his eyes crinkling as she spoke. A low hum eases from his lips as his gaze slowly returned to the party-goer and his gaze slides down their frame with ease before shaking his head. "No, she'd give me the silent treatment for at least a month if I let you come in wearing that," Maveric insists. "So for my sake- and you're own- probably best if you went home and tried again. You agree, ladybug?"

artemis spun around when she heard her dad's first question. she was prepared for a slight argument when she realized he wasn't even speaking to her. she relaxed and let out a soft chuckle. they really were perfect for each other, she mused as her dad cut someone down for their outfit. she made her way over to her dad and nodded, looping her arm through his. "mom really has put a lot of work in and it would really be a shame if someone wasn't putting as much work into their costume as she did with this party," she said innocently with a tilt of her head, though there was a mischievous glint in her eye.

[certified-sloth]

They turn into girls and it's THAT time of the month

Where this came from? LMAO I just had this random thought about it, first day of period, hey this isn't so bad, but when 3rd day comes in, you feel like truck-kun just beeped tf outta ya

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Yep, one of the brothers happened to be nearby when you and Solomon had an experiment mishap.

Warning! This could be very personal, so please skip if you feel uncomfortable!

Lucifer

Oh ffs-

She glares at the both of you and was about to lecture you until she felt something... icky

You told her about the experiment and explained that you possibly ended up having to deal with an actual period

She freezes in place and takes a deep breath

You're telling her, that she's experiencing an ACTUAL period right now? Oh this brought her back to the cramp simulator

She'll turn to Solomon telling him to 'fix' it, or so help her, she would commit mass murder for real this time

And the mood swings play a huge role on that

Uh... you better calm her down before she chooses genocide

And Diavolo finds her to take her hand in marriage-

Mammon

She looked at the both of you before looking at herself in a mirror

She was about to complain until she noticed a spot of red from her lower back

"...Mam-" "am I dying?"

Tell her what's happening and uh-

This woman is having huge ass VIETNAM flashbacks

She'll immediately become emotional and turns to you with teary eyes

"You never said you could bleed OUT!"

"Again, you are not dying-"

"BUT IT'S POURING- AND IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE!"

Leviathan

Of all the times where she decided to go out...

She just happened to become unlucky this day, huh?

She tries to think positively of it, at least she can cosplay more... right?

WRONG!

After you explain to her and helped her out before taking her back to her room

You'd have to deal with her insecurities

If you thought Levi pouring out his envy as a guy was bad, imagine a grown ass woman, on her period at that-

You'll just end up assuring her until night

She was feeling better but then saw something that made her envious, now you're back to ground zero

Satan

Big ball of angy became a bit smaller lmao

She isn't entirely mad about this

At least she gets to learn a bit more with an actual experience

She'll pause for a moment and looks at you confused

"Why do I feel very... gross from below?"

She was aware of the slight cramping, and it was bearable, but then something was... ugh

When you tell her what's happening, she'd be fascinated by it

"Interesting... so this is how it actually feels, and you have to deal with it monthly?"

Definitely writes a research about it

Asmodeus

She wasn't too bothered

She was actually squealing in excitement when she saw her reflection

"I KNEW it! I'm just as dazzling as a girl!"

When she feels uncomfortable, you'd just stare at her dumbfounded

"How do you-" "hon, you don't have to question me~ this is simply a basic practice for women, right?"

Actually KNOWS how to deal with it

But uh, you know how sometimes you feel strong urges? Yep, she isn't a stranger to it at all

When she honky, she honky, now go relieve her or get the silent treatment until Solomon finds a reversal spell

"Come onnn~~ won't you spoil your beautiful lover???"

Beelzebub

Oh Diavolo, no- Beel ending up as a GIRL in PERIOD- with his SIN?

Rip those cravings and hunger

She just wanted to ask you if you wanted to join her to Hell's kitchen

She'd blink in confusion before looking down

"Hey MC? Normally, I would just eat anything, but why do I feel like I crave something?"

Lots of comfort snacks, right now, or she will throw a fit

Although any food is nice, that's for a normal Beel, but with Beel being a girl right now...

Yeah, you need to get her a specific food she wants to satisfy her hunger

"I'm suddenly craving for human world food... MC? Could you cook for me?"

Belphegor

Was looking for you for your cuddles to nap

Ended up getting hit by the spell

Usually, she's cranky when sleepy. Now she's cranky x2 because of turning into a girl

She directs to Solomon, "Turn me back right now, or I swear, I will cut your dick off."

Lots of threats, and she wasn't joking

If she wasn't as close to you, she'd definitely not hesitate to pull a lesson 16 on you again

Until she felt that gross feeling, she'd look down in disgust and then look up at you

"What is this?" "Uh- a period?"

She'll roll up her sleeves and force a smile "i'm giving you 10 seconds to turn me back, or die."

[prismatica-the-strange]

Meet: Stella Lovette

Full Name: Estella Monique Lovette

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-man

Daughter of Vivian Lovette and Stephen Strange.

Picrew

Raised by her mother with minimal joint custody with her father (Certain weekends, two weeks in the summer, and alternating Christmases)

Stelle has been Peter Parker's best Friend since they were 6/7, all the way through high school.

Even though they go to different colleges, they share a sort of shitty apartment, with a tiny shared bathroom.

It took them a ridiculously long time to get together. Like an incredibly stupid amount of time. And once they finally admit their feelings to each other and start dating, her parents and May give them plenty of 'I told you so's.

But it doesn't happen until he slips up and reveals his whole Spider-man secret. He kept it a long time by giving her excuses about needing to run out into the night after police sirens because he needs pictures of Spider-man for work.

She buys it because she's busy with work, running around like a headless chicken, between her morning classes, running shows at the Planetarium until 5 (except on Mondays and Tuesdays), and a night lecture.

And the way she found out was so dumb. It wasn't because he snatched her out of the way when she happened to get caught up in his fight with a bad guy, swinging her up to the safety of a nearby roof, looking her over in a panic and calling her Stelle-Bell, a Peter exclusive nickname.

No, she started to figure ot out when Spider-man showed up to one of her scheduled Planetarium shows, suit and all, asking flirty question and interrupting her in true Peter fashion. In his defense it was a slow crime day and he missed her.

So yes, the rescue just confirmed what she had already begun to suspect. That night he came home with Chinese and a sheepish expression, and she yelled and ranted at him for over an hour. Not only had he kept a major secret from her, his best friend, but he was constantly putting himself in danger and lying to her about it! Then she took her food and shut herself in her room.

She didn't talk to him for a week after that, no matter what he did or how many times he apologized, pure silent treatment. He was honestly terrified she'd never talk to him again and move out on him. But then, exactly a week later, she plopped down on the couch next to him, clicked on the news, and asked what he wanted to watch for movie night on Saturday, as of nothing had happened.

About 6 months later her dad died in a horrible car crash and left everything to her. All his money and possessions.

So obviously she and Pete moved to a slightly better apartment, and she gave Peter his choice of her father's suits, shirts, and tuxes. It was a difficult time for her, but she had Peter and that helped.

Their relationship is very fun, lots of giggles, teasing, and flirting. Also lots of cuddling. Both Stella and Peter are very affectionate with each other and can often be found curled up together on the couch with a sci-fi movie on the tv.

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No Way Home gave me a great idea of Dr. Strange existing in TASM universe, but as only a normal, non-magical, doctor. In that universe Celeste's mom didn't leave her with Stephen and disappear. She also named her instead of Stephen, hence the name Estella.

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I'm tagging @pointlesslygay because you've been interested in Celestial Mischief and this is related

[dasmondkuss]

Harisu couldn't deny that she believed in the man's words regarding the treatment of his clients; he spoke of it with no extra affection or affliction, which was an indicator that he wasn't trying to get under her skin to trick her. Instead of relief, Harisu felt suspicious. She comes from an environment where appearances mattered for the business's sake. With that background, instead of accepting she'd met with a sincere man, she convinced herself she had met an outstanding liar. "As if someone offering a service would say the opposite to their client." Harisu brushed her own unwariness with that remark and a chuckle. He was still on her good side. Harisu's difficulty with trusting people had nothing to do with him. "But the person who gave me your name said the same. She added I had nothing to worry about and that you'd undoubtedly bring me answers."

Harisu inhaled and crossed her arms, playing with the end of her hair where her hand rested. "Interesting... And I was giving her a hard time—Well, oops." She was grateful for the assistant's help in prioritizing her case. However, she didn't think her case was particularly urgent in the eyes of objectivity. If she had to choose between a cheating husband emptying the joint account and a young woman finding a family that might or might not be alive, she'd choose the cheating husband. "I'll make sure to apologize on my way out."

"In short, by the end of our contract, I'd have to sign with a different last name." She stopped playing with her hair and made herself more comfortable on the chair, fixing her stare on the sink's silent drip. "My mother died in an accident a couple of years ago, and my father died in his sleep about three months ago. They worked for the government, nothing too exciting, something to do with public relations." Harisu frowned; she had never dug deep into what their parents did for a living since they were well-off.

"As their only daughter, I was meant to receive their inheritance despite them not having written any will. Some documents were requested, and among the list was my birth certificate." Did she have to mention that she flipped the entire house looking for it? Probably not. "Which I couldn't find. I tried the Mount Sinai Hospital records; my parents said they had me there. Then, the public records and a couple of adoption centers here in New York. Lastly, I requested a DNA test. I am not my parents' daughter." Harisu made eye contact again, lifting her arms. "Surprise!"

She exhaled. "They raised me as their daughter; I have no complaints about that. This isn't about the inheritance either. I don't need it. But I do need the truth," Because behind the practical fact that she still had a family who raised her well, finding out they weren't related to her had made Harisu feel lost and that a part of her had been missing all this long. There's Harisu Green, but there's also another Harisu that could've been. She tried to convince herself that who she could've been was no more than a daydream, but she's been restlessly mourning her nonetheless. "I'd like to connect with my blood family if there are any connections to make. They could all be a bunch of assholes, which wouldn't be too much of a shocker. I don't categorize myself as a delight, y'know." She laughed shortly. Then, she moved onto a more stagnant expression, getting herself out of the whirl of emotions with the thought that the P.I.'s half-ponytail would look great on her. As an undeniable fact.

Miss Green strolled past, and Nezumi and Safu exchanged indicative looks. For one, Safu seemed relieved to have the woman's behind off of her spotlessly clean and organised desk space. And secondly, they had their fair share of dealing with judgemental people to recognise when one such person was making an entrance.

Nezumi had no problem dealing with the prejudiced elite who based their opinions on their own bias and shallow—and intrusive—observation of an environment they knew nothing about. He worked for enough of them to have learned how to keep his mouth shut in favour of focusing on more pressing matters. What surprised him about today's encounter was—what in the hell motivated Safu to push this particular woman's case onto Nezumi's desk at such short notice?

Was it their uncanny resemblance? Safu knew Nezumi was an orphan with no family to speak of, and it would be out of line for her to start believing in miracles and fateful reunions now. And if the woman's opinionated, putting it kindly, manner was anything to go by, Safu was more likely to politely show her the door than have her sour Nezumi's threshold.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, explanations would have to wait.

Ignoring most of the nagging remarks, Nezumi motioned towards a set of armchairs arranged in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat." He walked to a sink at the corner of the room and unwrapped his bandaged hand, giving the bleeding cut a quick wash while he explained.

"I follow a standard contract method. No small print, no loopholes. Taking on cases often involves sharing personal or private information, depending on the nature of the subject. My goal is to make sure my clients feel protected first and foremost," Nezumi explained and wrapped his hand in a set of clean gauze. He made no indication of whether the injury pained him, and his expression remained passive throughout the exchange.

"Given the urgency with which my assistant called me here, I assume your case is of such nature." Nezumi sat in his office chair, with the desk now between them. "She hasn't had the opportunity to give me further details, so I ask," he gestured towards Harisu, "What has brought you to a P.I. office?"