#so i end up using the savings to pay for it

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (k.th) ♡

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.4k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, implication of sexy time at the end, tyun gets hard and is v clear abt what he wants, they’re both horny asf synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | kai ver. (coming 3/24) |

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taehyun considers you one of the bros.

right up there along with his 4 other crazy best friends, you fit right in, no sideways feelings to worry about and endless wingman opportunities to gain — hell, he even forgets sometimes that you've got a pair of boobs under there somewhere.

and all of this, of course, is completely and absolutely:

not true.

it's exactly what you seem to think in that pretty little head of yours, though, as taehyun often observes; it's quite cute actually, he thinks.

"out of all the guys i could like, why does it have to be the one guy in my life who would draft me onto his football team if he had one?" he'd overheard you complaining to yeonjun one day.

(sorry, but trust me, sweetheart - you wouldn't even make it past tryouts, he'd thought afterwards upon fighting back a laugh and an endeared little grin.)

oh, if only you knew.

if only you knew the steady breaths he has to take whenever you stand so temptingly close to him; or how many filthy images he has to shake out of his mind when he's helping you with your workouts; or that annoying little shadow called jealousy that he has to push down when you smile so sweetly at a man that isn't him.

taehyun is a man of self control, and a man who would do anything for the people that he loves — which means that no matter how much he'd enjoy changing your mind about what exactly you assume he perceives you as, he knows for the sake of your friendship that he can't.

and so he doesn't.

but oh, you wish that he would.

taehyun is quite good at keeping his feelings in check, to the point where you're convinced at this point that if you were to strut naked across the room in front of him, he wouldn't even pay you any mind;

pft, you scoff at your own silly thought, as if something so ridiculous would ever happen. (…well....)

today you've decided that you're getting real tired of your own pining and yearning and eyes that shoot hearts like confetti every time your best friend walks into the room —

you pout at the sight of yourself reflected on the open camera screen of your phone as the self-timer counts down yet again. this has become quite the routine of yours.

body bare save for the lacy lingerie that doesn’t cover much of anything as you perch at the edge of your bed, posing so prettily, so sensually, just the way you imagine taehyun would like; just more photos to add to the naughty little album in your camera roll that you wish you could send to him but know that you never will.

there was a time where you used to try testing the waters a bit, some flirting here, a fleeting touch or two there. but you'd quickly learned how pointless it was. after all, a brick wall is never gonna flirt back.

you sigh. it's time to get going anyway; speak of the devil, he'll be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.

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taehyun can see in his peripheral the way you keep glancing at him from the passenger seat of his car.

as usual, he maintains an even expression. "excited to see me or something?"

his lips quirk as you jump in your seat a little, quickly looking forwards and crossing your arms as you grumble, "you wish. i just saw you like two days ago."

he merely hums in acknowledgment, which gets you even more grumbly — ("no fair that i can never get a reaction out of you! why is it always me?!" you'd wailed in defeat one time after a failed attempt to get him back, your cheeks flushed pink and pretty).

taehyun smiles.

when he soon pulls up outside your friend's apartment building that you’d needed to drop something off at first on the way to yeonjun’s, he decides to be nice as he asks,

"where was that new cat café you wanted to go to? we can stop there before meeting the guys."

bingo. the smile that lights up your face is exactly what he was looking for as your previous pout melts away and you gasp, "really?! okay wait, i took a screenshot of their instagram page the other day, you can check and put the address in! i'll be super super quick!"

he bites back a laugh as you shove your phone into his hands and excitedly rush out of the car.

"5 minutes tops or i'm going without you!" he calls out the window, to which you shriek and scurry away even faster.

he grins to himself, shaking his head as you disappear into the building and he turns to click open your camera roll.

"alright, cat café, where are............ you."

taehyun feels as if a lightning rod has just shot straight through his entire body.

his muscles tense. all his breath escapes him in a rush.

you...

the sight of you is what greets him through the screen...

you,

completely naked.

it's like his skin is consumed by fire as his eyes roam across the rows of pictures in the album you'd left open; most taken on your bed, some in the shower at the gym that you both go to together, some where you’re donned in sets of delicious lingerie — his eyes widening and pants tightening when he even spots one from his own room, your skirt hiked up in the reflection of his full-length mirror as your panties dangle cheekily from one finger, leaving the delicious curve of your ass on full display.

when did she even take that??

he scrolls, and he's barely hanging on by a thread as his best friend who's supposed to stay his best friend poses so irresistibly pretty from the screen; his cock is so hard that it's painful as your big innocent eyes look up at him in complete contrast to the lewd position that you'd put yourself in.

god, the positions he wants to put you in...

alright, reel it in, kang taehyun. this can't go anywhere. you have to take it to the grave. you’ve gotta think about the friendship. you’ll just pretend you didn't see it. you’ll act aloof like you always do.

but every single ounce of self control that taehyun has spent so long holding together finally crashes down around him like a breaking dam when his gaze lands on the name of the album at the top of the screen.

— t ♡

his cock jumps.

fucking hell, these are for me.

when you skip your way back to the car minutes later, you don't notice at first how firmly he's gripping the steering wheel or the fact that he isn’t even looking at you, remaining staring straight ahead as you climb back into the passenger side.

you don't notice — that is, until your phone catches your eye, set neatly on the middle console with your worst nightmare staring right back up at you from the screen.

it feels as though a bucket of ice water has crash landed down on your head (both the water and the bucket) as you realize what happened.

but you barely even have the time to panic or react or beg for mercy, or perhaps for a lobotomy on you both, before taehyun is asking you:

"back seat or my place?"

his voice is so calm that you almost don't process his words. your thoughts buffer as you pause.

"wh... what?" you breathe.

that's when he finally turns his head to look at you, and the intensity of the hunger swimming in his stare is enough to leave you even more winded than you already were before as a familiar feeling stirs between your legs and your thighs clamp together of their own accord.

"back seat," he repeats slowly, "or my place?"

you swallow hard.

this.. t-this is... he means.…

your head is reeling, and dumbly you stammer back, "w-what about the guys..?" as if the plans with your friends really matter anymore in a moment like this.

fuck the guys. fuck the cat café. taehyun has already decided: he’s done holding back from what he wants, and what he wants is to make you his.

you blink at him wide-eyed as he leans towards you slightly in his seat, his voice low and assertive as he replies,

"we're not going."

he taps your phone as if to draw your attention back to it. as if it should be obvious.

"so, you choose." your eyes fly back up to his —

"where do you want me to fuck you?"

your lower belly explodes with heat as an electric shiver rolls down your spine, and you swear that this is the best day of your entire fucking life as you see the promise that flickers in his eyes.

maybe you won't be finding yourself on the football team after all.

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[ryololart]

part 2 ig (heavy self projection)

You just get home from your long long shift as a waitress. 12 hours to be exact.

Money has been tight lately, your boyfriend tries to pay your rent but you want to keep some semblance of independence. Not that him paying your rent takes away anything from you, but you want to prove that you can do this yourself. Money had always been a tough topic for you. Growing up and never having enough made you resilient but also very tired. You were always hustling, always doing anything to save a quick buck. It was a tough subject for you, especially when he was so good to you, always doing whatever you asked, taking his money felt like taking advantage of him.

The day had been long, rude older people, needy younger people, kids throwing shit off the tables. By the end of the day every customer's face has morphed into one giant monster of frustration in your head. Then you go to count your tips and realized you are only just gonna get by this month. As well as you got ketchup on your already stained work shirt.

You get in your car and just have a little cry. A few tears cascading down your cheeks as you try to find a radio station that suits the mood. Everything is just romance music, yearning and longing. Of course your sweet sweet boyfriend is over seas working his job. It nearly brings you to painfully sobbing.

When you get home you don't even notice the boots by the door, or the coat hanging up besides yours. You don't notice the pans in the sink or the dinner left for you at the table. You don't notice anything until you hear the TV on in the living room. Even then all you can think is the power bill raising because you must have left it on.

You march in their grab the remote and turn it off, grumbling about money.

"Baby?" A voice from behind says. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest as you shriek and whipped around. You raise the remote up to defend yourself to see Simon with his hands up and wide eyed. It is like someone told him he was a bad dog and sent him outside. If he had floppy ears or a tail they would be pinned back and between his legs.

"Oh my god," You release a tightly held breath. "Simon." Leaving the remote on the coffee table you rush into his arms. His paw-like hands hold onto your waist but you can feel them hesitate and shake. You must have scared him so badly. You slammed the door, marched through the house mumbling curses, and then stormed in turning the TV off complaining about money. He must feel so awful.

"Oh baby," You coo, taking his face into your hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were home." Like a dog scared into submission, he pouts a little pressing a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and then your neck. Her own dog used to do this when he got yelled at, try to appease but showing his stomach and licking his lips.

You shake your head, tilting back his jaw to face you and kiss him hard. "Stop Simon. I'm just happy you are home. I had a long day at work and I was angry at that, never at you baby. Tell me you understand."

His grey eyes look back into yours, conflicted.

"Tell me Si," You repeat, narrowing your eyebrows.

"I understand," He sighs, learning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, love. I just missed you."

Like a good dog, he follows you around as you tidy up the house and head to bed. No dog house for him tonight, not ever again.

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Guys i wasn't gonna part this BUT I LITERALLY HAD THE WORSRT SHIFT EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I often think about how Simon loves like a dog.

He has been hurt so many times, learn to gnash his teeth before committing to the final action of biting. He doesnt mean to hurt you but when he has been slapped for wanting to go inside, out of the freezing rain, the warm cozy home you offer is gonna put him off rather than welcoming him in.

Overtime he learns that there are such thing as kind hands, even if his own paws don’t fall into that category. You know how scared he is when he touches you because they shake and clamp down like you are going to leave. He loves you like a dog, willing to sit outside your door.

[umikawa]

Reunions

a/n: old tgm draft that I never finished… haha!! recycling!!!! ٩( ᐛ )و

stanley snyder x gn! reader | cliffhanger??, minuscule angst (not really any tbh), flirty!! small intimate scene, just touchy feely stuff as per usual, cursing?? Mutual feelings!! I love dialogue (*´ω`*)

“Well, I’ll be damned.” At the smooth southern voice, a smile creeps up to your lips. He’s here. His words are laced with love and surprise, with a distant memory hanging over his heart. “If it ain’t my favorite scientist.”

“Hi, Stanley.” With a smile, his arms wrap around your shoulders tightly, like he’s afraid to lose you now that he’s got you again. “Don’t go making Xeno all jealous.” The latter laughs sarcastically at your light tease and hugs you after Stanley reluctantly lets you go.

After the warm greeting, Xeno excuses himself to linger around the tables, leaving the two of you to talk near the open field. Stanley’s standing a few steps before you, looking at you like he’s trying to pinpoint any changes after three years.

“You look good.” Is what he says after staring at you for a few minutes. There’s no smirk on his face, only the slightest smile, with a small sigh that leaves his lips, almost like he’s sad you look good. “Missed you like hell.”

There’s a slight tug at your heart at his words, three years without a word from him, only hearing it secondhand from Xeno or other crewmates in passing. “Believe me when I tell you, Stanley. I missed you a hell of a lot more.” Your voice goes out near the end, and you swallow to rid yourself of the burning feeling at the back of your throat that starts.

“I got your letters,” he says, and that breaks your heart. Knowing he got all of them and never bothered with a reply. “I couldn’t–” he choked on his words, bringing a hand to cup his mouth. “I couldn’t bring myself to write you back, and I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t gonna keep it up, but I guess the thought of you thinking I didn’t care anymore kept me going.” He nods quickly, almost like he’s trying not to cry, and maybe he is, but he’s not the type to let you know. “Got a little scared when Xeno told me you’d be here if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” He laughs, shaky and breathless. Relief washes over him when you shift the conversation's tone—he was not in the mood to get even the slightest bit sad. “Am I that scary?”

You tilt your head to the side, amusement creeping onto your face. “You? Scary? Honey, you’re the sweetest guy I know.” His eyes widened at your words, gaze averting to the crowd around him, hoping no one witnessed his flustered reaction– so much for being scary.

Stanley lifts his head, a smirk coming onto his face after he collects himself— you knew he was just saving face. “Guess you’re just used to me. Anyone else would’ve agreed.”

You take a step towards him, and Stanley nearly falters. He feels your hand sliding up his arm, and he can’t tear his eyes away from yours–it’s suffocating. He stills his breathing, which was running ragged the second your hand was on him. He pays attention to where your hand goes, brushing over the epaulets of his uniform, jokingly tugging at his collar, and brushing over his jaw.

“What are you doin’?” He asks, craning his neck when your fingers begin tapping against his skin. “I’m not ticklish—” his words get caught in his throat the second your fingers reach below his collar and poke above his collarbone.

Stanley whines.

His hands clasp over his mouth, and a look of pure shock and disgust with himself takes over his face. “What the fuck.”

You laugh, taking your hands off of him, relishing in the lingering warmth dancing under his skin. “You’re cute.”

He scoffs, shaking his head while he fixes his collar, an unamused look replacing his disgust. “You’re not funny, genuinely.”

A shrug is his response. Stanley’s not satisfied with that.

He steps closer to you, dangerously close. Chest pressed against yours, a firm hand sliding around your waist– face at a suffocating distance. “Hm? What’s this?” His hand trails up your back, tracing the slight curve. “That’s a cute reaction.”

“At least I’m not vocal.” You say, placing a hand on his arm to keep him in place. “Wonder what other noises you make.”

He scoffs, practically snatching his hands off of you. “You’re a freak.”

“Says the one feeling me up in an open field, in front of people no less!” You laugh at his annoyed face, but you know it’s nothing but fake, an attempt to make you feel bad.

It’s funny how easy it was to ignore the problems between you two—from acknowledging the hesitation and purposeful divergence to blatantly flirting and displaying underlying feelings.

You wanted Stanley to open up to you, but you knew that’d never happen. Not in this life, probably not even in the next.

A flick to your forehead takes you out of your thoughts, and your eyes snap to him with an irritated look. “What’re you thinking about?” His voice is soft and gentle—it catches you off guard.

“Nothing.” He frowns at your deflection, but as bad as it sounded, Stanley was used to it. “Let’s go back to Xeno; it should be starting soon.” Stanley lets you walk in front first, trailing behind you once you look back at him.

Stanley wished you opened up to him.

He sits beside Xeno, muttering about how suspicious this entire meeting is—how out of place he feels. But he bears it. He sits, inputs when he feels it is right, and listens. He takes in the information, stopping Xeno from going on an ever-long tangent about experimenting, and listens.

His eyes drift over to you; you’d left after he’d sat down, trudging over to Luna, who excitedly yelled for you. You’re sitting beside her, listening to her talk animatedly about god knows what, with a smile on your face— content, peaceful.

Then she stops, eyes wide— panicked. He follows her line of sight, looking at the green light expanding over the horizon. He stands from his seat, hoisting Xeno up and pushing him towards the ground, splaying a guided hand to his shoulder.

He glances at you, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing after he’d shouted the order to stay low and behind cover, and he sees your face.

Astonishment. Disbelief. Excitement.

Of course that was your reaction; it was a new scientific discovery after all. He turns back to Xeno, watching his friend turn to stone right in front of him; you scientists always scare him.

Well, he’s sure you’ll dedicate your time to figuring it out when you wake up.

a/n: there WILL be a part 2 ٩( 'ω' )و I just gotta finish writing it lol

[writingoddess1125]

Sweet Locks Pt. 2

This got way more traction then expected so!- Here is part 2! Enjoy 💕

<< Part 1

Sebastian Krueger x FemReader and OOC

Warning: Financial/Documentation Abuse, Threats, Kidnapping pretty much, Manipulation. Heavy Emotions. Unhealthy Dynamics

Note this is not healthy-

You look around what used to be your apartment, now empty with only boxes marked to be shipped elsewhere. Your furniture was donated, all clothes packed in brand new suitcases and even all electronics left to be collected as new ones where purchased by the man currently having your life in the palm of his hands..

This was not what you envisioned of your life.

Not. At. All.

Trapped in the hands of a crazy man with a German accent hadn't really been on your bingo list. But here you are.

After Krueger had trapped you in that Cafe, he'd kept to his word. Having once more kept a firm hand on you as well as wiping your tears away he walked both you and Marcus to your home- even if youd never told him the location of the place you'd moved to after you two broken up.

Talking with you casually about your home- The sizing being too small and all too cheery for a man who had quite literally baby trapped you.

Making sure to tie up any ends that could possibly act as a link to you. Friends and Family? Happily told you'd be abroad for the time being to get a relationship with your Sons father, Earning you happy praise on your journey. Job? Resigned from for family reasons, with so much more that it left you effectively stranded and isolated.

It had only been a few days since then, However you had also learned fairly fast at how he would could easily stop you if you tried to run.

The 2nd night after he had made his unwelcomed entrance in you'd life you tried to slip out with Marcus. Wallet and documents in hand with nothing but the clothes on your back-

You didn't make it even 3 blocks from the front door of your apartment before you felt a single firm hand grab your body from behind as Krueger pressed his chest against your back in a almost lovers embrace as he hissed in your ear.

"I think you're lost Hasi, Hm?.. Lets head back with the baby ja?"

It wasn't even a struggle as he guiding you back in, this time having taken all that had been on your person or of importance from you this time around. It had become painfully clear he wouldn't allow you to leave, let alone with Marcus.

Which was how you were here. Holding Marcus who was currently asleep on your shoulder. Unaware of the spiraling of your mind- of the quite literal hostage situatuon you were in.

"Ready?"

Glancing up you see Krueger standing there with his arms crossed as he stared down at you.

"As ready as I'll ever be.."

Krueger smirked at this, seeing The half cocked glare you'd given him while saying this. With a sigh you get up, following him to the nice and expensive rental infront of your old home. Krueger opening the door for you and you can't help but pause, Staring at the nice leather seat as you glance to see people walking past on the sidewalk.

"If you make a scene you're not gonna like the outcome-"

He whispered to you. Effectively wiping that forming idea as you put Marcus in the carseat in the back and moving to your place in the passenger seat.

The ride to both the airport and boarding the plane, which you quickly caught on was a private one- was dead silent save from Marcus soft noises while asleep. But it was short lived since Marcus had very quickly discovered he didn't like planes. Crying against you and clearly terrified. You having to hold him and distract him for a while for him to adjust as Krueger also offered some snacks to his son and played with him a bit to help he ease.

You however couldn't help but look around at the small but nice plane you were in. It itching that fight or flight response in you hard.

"...They don't pay soilders enough to get a damn private plane.. I know you won't tell me what you do- But I can't help but feel it's nothing good if you have this.."

Krueger looks to you, having Marcus in his arms walking him up and down the little walking path of the small plane.

"Think of me as a private solider, Kein stress (no stress/no worry)"

He said dismissively and smirked a bit to himself. Ironically that gave you your answer.. They paid him to do things no one wanted to say out loud and paid him heavily to keep silent about.

That had been the end of all conversation at that point.

After the long flight you landed in the new city, It was late but you could still see the glow of Linz was actually breathtaking even from the private section of the airport.

Krueger lead you and Marcus through the private terminal, who while being awake for most of the flight unhappily so had finally passed out an hour before the plane landed. Now asleep on Krueger shoulder while you held the car seat.

The place was practically deserted which you assume that was why he had chosen this particular airport as well as holding Marcus. Making it impossible for you to run. Leading down to private parking lot with only a single car, a heavily tinted BMW waiting which Krueger gestured for you to approach. Quick to set up the car seat similar to when you were back home before sliding into what you knew was your designated spot in the passenger seat.

Youd hoped that while he drove, leaving the airport you could catch a sense of a way to leave. However that was fast to be pissed on when he pulled into a backway were it was just a unmarked dirt road.

The bastard knew what he was doing, planning it to a T. It was dark and with the path he had taken you couldnt track any landmarks. Rendering you trying to memorize any ways to leave virtually impossible.

"Something wrong (Y/N)?"

Krueger chimed. Smiling as you send a nasty glare at him-

"No.."

After a fairly long drive you see in the distance what you assumed was your forced home. You couldn't lie..

It was beautiful- damn near excessive. A big pretty yellow house hidden perfectly away by the reaching almost whimsical forest around. Soft porch lights lighting up the whole place as well.

Once again- You were practically herded inside the home once Krueger parked. Standing in the polished home as Krueger rolled in the luggage and closed the door behind him fast. Locking it loud enough you knew for you to hear.

Glancing around you see the low mood light which automatically lit up when you three had entered.

Krueger calmly pressed on a small panel that clearly was a top notch security system, which had a little lock box which is were the car keys went into (damn thing looked military grade- doubt you could shoot it open if you tried). Krueger now looking dead at you seeing how you had a narrowed glare at him.

"You really did think this out to a frightening degree didnt you Sebastian-"

"Impressed?"

"Horrified really.. But yeah mildly impressed"

He chuckled at this walking past you as he set your bags down closer to what you saw was the main livingroom. A massive TV mounted and a far too large sectional and already see some colorful plastic toy sets waiting to be used.

"What did you plan for when you're deployed-"

"Dont worry about that for a long while. I've requested leave for family reasons, so I'll be here long till you and Marcus can adjust"

He smirking at you clearly amused by your more exhausted bluntness to his scheming. You sigh in essentially defeat. Not bothering with a rebuttal.

"..Where is Marcus's room and mine"

"Second story, his is to the Right. Where you sleep to the Left"

Numbing nodding you take Marcus out of his carseat to his new room. It was perfectly set, Everything one would need was already there and set up. Changing Marcus and putting him in some pajamas you're able to easily find. In his size at that.. Putting him in bed and you can't help but stare at him while he slept.

For a split second you felt a spark of something cross your brain as you stared at him- however it was fleeting before it could even formulate into anything. Leaning down to kiss his forehead before you go to your assigned room. Grabbing clothes you knew Krueger had already set up for you in those dressers you marching into the attached bathroom and jumping into the shower the second your clothes hit the floor.

Turning the water to the hottest setting and stood under that shower head- You didnt feel a thing at first as if the water was most likely scolding your skin.

Before you started to cry silently to yourself about this whole situation.

You were fucked... Totally completely fucked.. that crushing suffocating feeling to a max at this point as you couldnt help but have a silent panic attack under the hot water. Shivering like you weren't under burning water.

The world was crushing down on your chest like you couldn't take a breath suffocating under a invisible force.

Even without seeing him, you could practically feel how his fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing it slowly. Having you completely at his mercy.

How easy he had been able to isolate you, fear still trinkling of what he could have done to your friends and Family to make them agree so fast.. You pray they are safe since you feared he could have threatened them or had that man who worked in the Cafe go after them.

You'd held it in since for a while, not wanting Krueger to have the pleasure of wiping the tears from your face nor to hear you cry like back in the Cafe.

He didn't deserve that much of you.. Especially after taking so much.

You didn't know how long you stood under there, Long enough that you'd started to feel the heat on your skin finally. Which made you finally start washing yourself, jumping out soon after and getting dressed. Numb once more as you step out, ready to jump into bed-

Which was currently seating Krueger on one side who was shirtless and seemingly ready to sleep himself.

...

"Seriously?-"

"Ja-"

"We are in a big ass house and we are sharing a room"

"Ja"

It felt like youd popped a blood vessel in your brain then. Like you were about to scream and try to suffocate him with those soft pillows.

"No. I'm going to sleep in another room.

"That isnt an option here, get in bed"

"No No No. You can kiss my ass Sebastian. I'll sleep on the floor then"

He pretended to think for a moment before smiling.

"Fine"

You stomp over, reaching over to grab some pillows off the bed to sleep on the floor, but he reaches over and snatches you drawing a yelp.

Slamming you onto your back on the soft mattress as he brought your hand up and cuffed it to the headboard. He'd done it so fast it took you a moment to register what was happening.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

You yelled, your heart slamming in your chest as you felt the spike of adrenaline course through you. Krueger staring at you calmly.

"Saving myself the trouble- Cause what's gonna happen is you're gonna sleep on the ground. Get cold, then I'm gonna wake up, pick you up to put in bed so you dont get sick. So let's save the extra work on my end"

You shook your head softly, terrified still as you stared up at him. A shaking breath leaving you as you glance up at your wrist in the silver cuff, digging uncomforbly into the skin.

"So are you gonna stay in bed and sleep? Or do I gotta keep you cuffed to it?"

Biting your bottom lip to keep from quivering you finally nodded softly.

"..I'll stay in bed"

Hearing him lowly chuckle at your soft almost shaky voice. Reaching over to uncuff you from the bed.

"Gut, du lernst schon (Good, You're learning already)"

He said all to sweetly as you lowered your hand and rubbed the sore skin. Not bothering to look at him as he kissed the top of your head and laid down next to you.

"Goodnight Hasi"

You slowly slide into a more comforble position turning your back to him. Carefully sliding a free pillow into your arms and clutching it for dear life as if it would stop the way you're hands shook.

"Goodnight..."

When the morning came, you felt groggy at best- Honestly more on the brink of drowning depression.. Krueger had already left to start his morning it seemed. You saw his side of the bed made and clothes laid out at the foot of yours.

Holding up the clothes you couldn't help but to glare at them. It was comforble loungewear if not clearly expensive. A dainty white floral set of pants and a cami top with ruffles as the trim. Despite what you're own fashion is, you could see the goal of this outfit..

It reminded you of those Tiktok wives who would be cooking and talking about their 12th kid being born soon.

Which was the inkling of what he was trying to recreate with you.

However your eyes went to the headboard as you remembered the evening before. Your hands shaking again at the thought of the cuffs.. or what would follow, Before you slowly started to dress in the clothes he'd left out.

Going downstairs you see breakfast made and Marcus already up and currently in a high chair eating some sort of porridge which he was now somewhat covered in. Krueger pouring coffee for himself as he looked to his son amused.

"He likes sweets a lot-"

He said gesturing to your son. Which you look to see he was apparently picking out the sweet pieces of chopped fruit or jam from the porridge specifically.

"Yeah, He isn't really picky but if he gets the option he will eat anything even slightly sweet"

You hum, taking a seat as you look over the array of food. He'd clearly remembered your taste (or stalked it- You couldn't tell at this point) but it had staples of your favorite breakfast foods. Which you started to hesitantly eat.

Krueger making some sort of bread roll sandwich for himself as you attempted to try and clean up Marcus between your bites who was still digging around his porridge.

Breakfast had remained peaceful, Despite having to surprise attack your son with a wet wipe to his face at the end. He was then released from his high chair and ran off after you'd use the wipe on his face and taken off the porridge shirt from him.

You standing there for a moment before looking back at Krueger.

"My wallet, where is it Sebastian?"

He paused his eating, Smirking at this as he looked at you faking confusion.

"In my pocket, Why?"

"I want it back-"

"No"

With a knee-jerk reaction you threw your sons porridge soaked shirt at him which he caught easily and tossed carefully on the empty high chair. Clearly unfazed by you.

"It's mine. Besides I don't think my wallet is gonna save me after being dragged to another country where I dont even know were I am"

"Hm.. Touche. But still, it's enough of a risk knowing you Hasi"

He actually smiled, a legit one. Not the snarky smirk, nor his fake smile he wore when irritated with you. Standing up from his seat he closed in the space between you two.

"How about this- since you have not been behaving good. I will not give you this now- However each time you do act well, I'll give- Some of it back"

You could kill him.. Oh You could fucking kill him. As if to rub salt into the wound he reached in his pocket and pulled out your wallet, Calmly flicking through it before handing you your old empty giftcard card that would be useless here.

"There- Just to start"

He chimed before grabbing the rest of his breakfast roll and walking off after that as he pocketed your wallet again.

Taking a heavy breath you clutched the useless fucking card you wanted to slam into the back of his head.

You had very few options at this point, either play this little game of his and slowly build an escape plan however long that takes, just try to run now which would most likely end up with you tied up in a basement somewhere.. Or worse was if he wore you down which is exactly what he was trying to do-

He was wanting to break you down bit by bit, making it so that you'd have no choice but to cling to him desperately. Rely solely on him especially at how he isolated you. Stockholm syndrome twisted in his own little fashion which ended with you on your knees in front of him.

That would be a cold day in hell..

So you bought time to figure out a plan... It wasn't much but it was enough to keep you sane.

You did what you had to but made sure to keep some sort of distance even if Krueger constantly tried to pull you in closer. Gentle touches and smooth words that had once worked on you when dating but now a painful reminder of his manipulation.

For the first few days you'd taken up to walking around the property with your son occasionally, both to see what you were up against and to explore your new enclosure.

The house had two livingrooms a massive stainless steel kitchen and a diningroom ment for at least 10 or more people, 5 bedrooms, One of them locked off with a high end security lock. 3 bathrooms, there was a attic space which was also locked off so was the basement.

However the basement seemed to be more important since Krueger appeared like the devil behind you the moment you even looked at the lock on the door and told you plainly it was not a place for you-

Which lead you to explore outside next. The place was almost out of a storybook. Soft perfectly green grass with not an inch of imperfection, big lush trees, a little pond with some little fishes and even in the backyard wooden set of chairs and a table for a picnic.

It reminded you of a TV commercial with a family. Just overall painfully domestic.

All of this was really, Nice dinners which you and him traded off in making on the daily- He made sure to watch you when you made food as if you would poison it. Watching movies together, family walks around the nice little spot of woods and even taking care of your son together.

Who by the way- Was having a blast.

He'd been so happy this whole time, Loving the home were he tried to climb everywhere. The yard and grass he could play in, the endless toys, and all the nice time he got to spend with you and Krueger.

And Krueger well...

Yes he was a kidnapping scheming asshole however you had to admit- He was a damn good father. Great really.

Gentle, Always affectionate and never one to go to anger. Refused to have Marcus be a 'Ipad' Kid so had learning toys at the plenty, Even playing and along with any fake scenario. Truthfully what had really put in perspective how loving as a father he was when your son threw a tantrum-

Marcus- Oh your sweet baby Marcus..

Had started scream crying cause from what you could gather- The cookie he had was not something else? Then sobbed when the cookie he had was gone, Cause he ate it.

While most parents would either scold their kids or just ignore them till they stopped. Krueger carefully picked up his son and comforted him, speaking soft German as he soothed him.

It was almost impressive. A man who had quite literally kidnapped you and was holding you hostage was a good dad-

Currently Krueger was laying on the floor of the lounge. You seated on the couch having been ditched for reading time by Marcus to play with blocks.

"Can you say Blue Block? Eh Spatz? (Sparrow)"

"Birdy!"

Krueger lowered his face a bit as he chuckled- You also faintly smiled at the joy your son had for the word.

Marcus having still been very slow on picking up words, however having added to his vocabulary 'Birdy' which seemed to be his favorite after seeing some ducks in the front yard, and 'Papa' which was his second favorite.

"Nein, Wanna try Blue? Can you say Blue?"

He tried again, But clearly had lost the attention of his son.

"...The pediatrician said he's a bit behind on speaking. So needs a bit more time and practice"

You cut in- finding it harmless to share that bit of info. Krueger glancing at you and nodded, Clearly satisfied with the answer in a way.

"Ah, Well it took me long to speak as well, I also stuttered then"

He said softly, Almost amused by the fact this trait seemed to be passed down.

"You get to take as much time to practice"

You stared at Krueger's face you could practically see what followed in his head 'unlike when I was your age-'

The two continued to play with building with each other. Krueger taking the time to still go through colors and works both in English and German. However your mind now growing curious.

".. How do you.. Know so much about this? Was there, something before or?-"

Krueger glancing at you and raising an eyebrow before giving a disheartened chuckle.

"Ah I see what you're asking- you want to know about my side hm?"

He hummed, Handing Marcus another mega block to who was currently building some sort of shape with them.

"Nein, I was a orphan, raised with others in different homes. It was not pleasant.. So no, it is not due to siblings- Nor former family or whatever else youre thinking. I learned about kids through classes, since I had known if I ever got them I would be better then those who raised me. Answer the question or is there more?"

He stared at you then, waiting as he saw one final question in your eyes.

".. Just one.. Why did you choose me for this?"

You finally ask. A question that had been burning in you since the Cafe, since you learned he had baby trapped you, dragged you to another country. Why did he choose you?

He paused, tapping the block he had been holding on the ground softly. Now not looking at you as he stared ahead at Marcus.

"... You were always what I wanted to go home to, the image of a home id always dreamed of when I was a child and when I'm on the field. The second I saw you, I knew you where the final piece in that vision... That's why"

You stared at him then. Processing his words as he handed Marcus the block, still refusing to look at you now. It was a.. uncomforble feeling at the very least, harsh emotions on all sides as you sat there.

"I see.."

There was silence that hung over you two then. Awkward this time.. Before a blue block bounced off Krueger forehead-

"Birdy!!"

[trenchcoathunnybee08]

Can we talk about Matt saying “goddam it” after he hits Frank?

I saw someone point out that even though Matt curses pretty often (in the first episode of the original series he gets told to watch his language because he cursed in confusion) he never actually takes the lords name in vain.

Now I don’t actually know if that’s true (that he never took the name in vain) but for the connection I’m wanting to make I’m going say it’s one of only a hand full of times.

So far we’ve only seen Matt fight twice since Foggy died. Both times were only after he was provoked and with both his immediate reaction after is a mix of regret and frustration.

Matt blames himself for what happened to Foggy and that’s why he gave up the mask. That’s why he is leaning so heavily into the system that he once said was broken. He doesn’t believe that what he was doing was worth the price but he also can’t see past the need for someone to operate outside the law to do what the police can’t. He put away the mask because he doesn’t see it as a way of helping people anymore. Instead he’s ignoring why he became Daredevil in the first place and trying to do everything by the book no matter the cost. (As shown with Hectors case when he outed him as the White Tiger)

Matt justified it to Hector by using his own experience giving up the mask despite the fact we all know it was a lie. We’ve seen him be his biggest hypocrite before but this was one of the moments where it was just so obvious.

With that we’ve also seen Matt give up a lot of his faith. He couldn’t even bring himself to step inside the church. At the end of season 3 we see him to some extent reconcile with his faith coming to the conclusion that he won’t ever understand Gods full plan but he believes he plays a role in a much larger thing. He no longer feels like he is cast out and forsaken by God.

After Foggy’s death though we see Matt forsake himself rather than feel as though he has been forsaken. He doesn’t let himself enter the church, instead opting to treat the courtroom as his place of worship.

Why? Because he doesn’t believe he is worth being saved. He has fallen by his own accord and though he wares the mask of being well adjusted and having processed what happened he has done everything but.

When he says “goddam it” I don’t think it was only directed towards Frank but towards himself. He only says it after he hits Frank, a physical act of retaliation that has always been linked to his “darker half”. A part of himself that he has repressed in attempts of paying penance for Foggys death and his shortcomings in protecting those he loves.

He has dammed himself because 1) he doesn’t believe he is worthy of gods love because of his failures and 2) because there was once a time where he believed he and the Devil were one in the same meaning that to condemn his time as Daredevil is again to condemn himself.

People ask why Matt took the lords name in vain if he is Catholic. I say to you it is because he doesn’t believe himself worthy of it. He damms himself because why would someone still love him after everything he’s done? How could his god love him after destroying everything good he has ever been given?

Season 3 shows us a version of Matt who thinks God abandoned him because he deemed him unworthy of redemption.

Born Again is a near perfect mirror of this by giving us a version of Matt who chooses to abandon his faith because he deems himself unworthy of redemption.

He still wares his cross, he still stands outside the church. He still believes. The only difference this time that he thinks he’s the one who can’t be saved.

(Im actually losing my mind over this show. I can’t!!)

[yandere-wishes]

I feel like Damian wouldn't wait around. He'd go straight for the kill. He's not going to let some rogue or petty criminal have the honor of killing HIS Darling. He'll find a way to execute her himself.

Although after Damian takes her back to the LOA to get resurrected he may also try some light brainwashing on her. Talia and David would intensify her training until she is literally a brutal cold blood killer whose only thoughts are about Damian.

And everything is fine until one day...well, one day, while Damian is holding the love of his life, cuddling after returning from a mission, he offhandedly mentions how he's so happy to have her back from that dreadful she-bat. Reader takes this to heart; if someone has hurt Damian's feelings in any way, they must pay. She then proceeds to track down Batwoman with the intention to kill.

How this ends could vary

Either Damian catches up with her and proceeds to manipulate her until she slaughters her adopted mother -the only person who's ever truly loved her for being herself- and then spends the rest of her life with Damian. At least until one of her sisters decides to either seek revenge or save her.

Or

Kate gets through to the reader and has to fight Damian, Talia, and David to get her daughter back. The reader starts to regain her memories and retaliates this time with the intent to kill her tormentors.

There's a punchline here about David Cain and Kate Kane having similar last names and how the reader either uses this to her advantage or it just confuses her more.

Okay I have another idea for the Batwoman!fam au

Imagine if Damian’s darling wasn’t good at training at the League of Assassins, sure she is the child of two assassins who were hand picked to make her, but she is also being trained to me a wife and mother, and those two roles don’t always line up. She just can’t make herself kill, no matter how hard she tries. She is a perfect fit for being a vigilante because she can fight and extremely well at that, she just can’t kill.

Or another idea, because Cass was made to be the perfect weapon and, there is the idea of her parents being skilled assassins, so like what if Cass and Damian’s darling were sisters, half sisters maybe or full blooded, but just they never knew it because they were raised away from each other and they had no idea because there was no reason to know because they were born for very different purposes.

-lots of love❤️🪽

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Darling, I love how your brain works. It's true Damian's darling would be a perfect vigilante. Strong but kind. I think maybe that's what draws her to Kate in the first place seeing someone so strong, so skilled yet still riddled with compassion. For the first time in forever she doesn't feel weak or misplaced, she's finally found another like her…

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ As for her and Cass being sisters, that would be a cool dynamic!! Lord knows I have the BIGGEST crush on David Cain (I want to be sandwiched between him and Deathstroke so BADLY) so having him be the reader's bio dad would certainly be interesting. I mean reader wouldn't know it, she never needed to know it. Her whole world was supposed to be Damian, he was the only relevant thing in her life Talia made sure of that. I guess that could add to the reasons Kate was so eager to take her away. She wanted the poor girl to at least experience having a semi-normal family. I seriously wish there was more media for David Cane, it would make it easier to incorporate him into the story lol.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Anyway have my rambles on "No Killing" (Corvid) reader and the tortures she gets put through thanks to Damian~❤️❤️

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Song: Crimson and Cloverby Joan Jett

There's a contradiction festering within you. You try to gulp it down, to drown its bitter taste with rich irons and salts. But the dreaded thing won't die, it screams and wails into the night. The iron rots between your teeth, pricking needles into your tongue.

Satisfy or defy. You don't know which is which any longer.

Damian holds your hand as you lurk through the foreign palace, his fingers are curled tightly against yours squeezing at random intervals as he twirls his sword. "I've beheaded their king, rotten old man didn't even put up a fight." you offer him a sweet smile, as silent congratulation. Not that he needs it, no, Damian Al'Ghul doesn't need to be reminded of his worth, his merit. Instead, you do, you need to follow the rules laid out, down to the miserable T. If you don't, well, you wouldn't know what else to do.

There's a soldier writhing on the cobblestone floor, he spits when he sees the two of you when the emerald green of the uniform registers for an omen of death. Damian scowls "You dare disrespect the demon's heir?" he's about to slice the man's neck when he stops. The sunrise reflects terribly off the silver of his sword.

"I apologize," he says turning stiffly towards you, there's specks of pink blooming across his cheeks. As he shifts from one foot to the other. "You may have this kill, my lady."

The way he calls you his, makes your blood run cold. It's like being reminded to breathe, being reminded of rigid realities.

"I-I don't really feel-" he cuts you off by dragging you closer. Pushing you down until you're kneeling above the man. Damian slips his hunting knife into your palm and laces his fingers with yours once more. The oriented blade comes down bursting the jugular vein wide open. The soldier's blood spills onto your face painting you in that unholy crimson shade.

You feel the bile rising, the acid burning as you try to hold it in. Damian gingerly laps at the blood on your cheek. His warm tongue feels like the embers of hell melting through your flesh. He pulls you onto his lap, giggling sardonically as he kisses the gore clean, teeth pecking at your neck and collarbones. Wringing the skin in definite signs of himself. You stay frozen, suffocating, you don't bother guiding his hands or whispering love stories into his ears. You don't do as you were taught. Instead, you stand still. Waiting for the world to pass.

The sun oozes from the horizon. It looks like a blood fountain. You feel sick again.

That night you claw at your throat until the blood sweeps out. The tears don't stop, they flow down your pretty face until your eyes are as red as the soldier's crimson blood across the blade. Your nails pick at the lovebites, at Damian's essence across your skin. You wish you could peel them off like stickers. You wish you could be clean again.

You pray Damian dosen't notice your eyes when he sneaks into your room. But he never does, instead he nuzzles into your neck lulled off to peaceful sleep. Never once haunted by the lives he's taken.

You try to close your eyes. To sleep away the dread. But his body reeks of the insufferable substance, crismon and iron. Your most hated endeavor. You push your face into the pillows, trying to ward off the scent.

By morning the smell will cover you too. That perfect murderous perfume. Shouldn't you love it though? Shouldn't it remind you of your husband-to-be?

Master Talia says your father was one of the greatest assassins the league has ever fostered. His skills rival Batman and Deathstroke. You don't like how the information coils across your brain, slithering into the neurons filling you with anguish. How your veins pulse with the blood of a killer.

'You did this to me' you want to scream when your master's back is turned. 'You broke me!' Your master may be the only parent you've ever known, but you still can't stifle the blame. She had you birthed to be a contradiction. A mother and a killer. She had her finest birth an anomaly just so she could ensure her son a lover. You hate her for it…

And yet whenever she hugs Damian you are reminded that she loves you too. That she raised you to be her place holder once her time has come. She is in everyway your mother and in every way your tormentor.

You can never be her. You can never stomach the blood.

The problem with Gotham, your master says, is that it always finds a way to send its filth to the league.

You watch tentatively as she lands a kick across the intruder's back. Watch as she stabs her blade between the woman's ribs and claws at her eyes with her nails.

Damian stands beside you blade drawn. He's ready to engage upon command. Ready to protect. But Talia never calls her son, there is a personal vendentate in the way she mauls the woman.

The woman never once draws her blade. The batwoman with the blood-red hair doesn't kill. Her stance, her punches, her kicks. They hold no mortality. They are used in defense, offense, to hurt and protect…

But they are not made to kill. She is not made to kill.

She is just like you.

There is a bat who flies into your window on nights when the Demon's hire is not lurking inside your chambers. She tells you tales of a land shrouded in darkness, where a single king quarrels vigorously against the evil permeating his kingdom. She speaks of him with such respect, with a stiff adoration like resisting patronymic psalms. She tells you how brave you are for sparing blood. She says you are like her, like him, in every way. Singing lullabies of a world where blood isn't shed. Where justice reigns supreme.

She makes your chest swell with hope.

"I had a nightmare" you confess. The lady in red…and black -Kate as she insists you call her- only kneels down, her bloody smile pleasant, calming.

"What kind of nightmare?" she asks with a tone you can't quite place. "I was drowning" There was a pause, four heartbeats, yours and hers before you continued. "The water was red, I could feel them pulling me down." She looks at you with slight terror ringing across her eyes.

She cradles your cheek in her hand before pulling you close. It's not the bone-crushing hugs Damian gives you. The possessive vice of a dragon who knows you belong to him. It's not the rare ceremonial pat on the back that Master Talia offers from time to time. No, it feels warm and worried. Tight and soft and all so sweet. There is no warning no definitive. It is simply meant to comfort.

It feels like love. At least you hope it does.

Damian pulls you into an empty room after your training. His lips are on yours biting the chapped skin, licking your teeth, and pushing his tongue inside. "I missed you" he mumbles sternly as he cradles your body closer.

He's been gone all week. Accompanying his Grandfather on a mission in the east. You don't ask for details, because you know that he will tell you. He will spare no macabre piece as he tells you how he snuffed the life of those Master Ra's has deemed sinners.

You can still smell the blood on him as he rakes his fingers through your hair. Kissing down your shoulder and arm. Sucking and biting the pulse point on your wrist. "I love you" he admits through a sigh. Like a gulp of air after being submerged for far too long.

"I love you too…" you lie.

"You could come back with me" she offers one night sheepishly biting her lip and looking out at the crescent moon. "Back to Gotham I mean, you'd be safe there, happier too I think." You pause for a moment, staring at her, she doesn't smell of bloodshed or duty. Only lavender and responsibility.

Kate Kane, you roll her name around in your mouth, letting the letters morph and crack until they almost spell "Mother".

You nod.

In Gotham, you thought you were free. Free from that atrocious scent of blood. Free from the man you didn't love. But now the demon's heir has come to Gotham.

Damian's hands wrap around your neck, it reminds you of the times you used to hold hands. His voice is distorted all anger and accusations.

He no longer omits that gruesome aroma. But you know better, you know who's holding his leash. You know he'll snap the moment his father looks away.

He's violence born, and violence raised. That will never change.

You're in an alleyway having been confronting a thief mere moments ago. Routine patrol, until he had showed up. Emerged from the shadows just like in your nightmares. You'd thought he'd tackle the thief, play Prince Charming, and try to "protect" you. But instead, he'd targeted you. Thrown you to the ground and screamed as he laid punches across your body.

"Why did you leave me?"

It sounds so innocent, so juvenile A little boy with a broken heart. But your bones start to bruise under his fists. And you know this is no little boy, no, this is a monster.

Damian gets up quietly, he stalks closer and closer to the terrified man. You hear the haunting sound of a sword being unsheathe, close your eyes and wait for the misreable sound of blade against flesh. But it never comes, instead there's a painful tug on your hair, pulling you up.

Damian wraps your hand around his sword, fingers entwined his breath hot on your neck. "Please don't" You beg between sobs. "I have to" he mutters as he brings your hands down slicing the man from his shoulder to his hip. The body falls and so do you.

Damina kneels next to you, wrapping his arm around your body and tucking your head beneath his chin. There are blood drops on your face, the odor invading your senses, suffocating you until your breath hitches far too tightly.

"Kill me, please just kill me and end this." you plead looking up into his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Darling I can't. I wouldn't. You were born to be mine, it's your legacy, your destiny. You are mine, no matter how far you run, no matter who you masquerade as. You are mine and you always will be."

You bury your face into his chest, crying harder and harder, silently you plead for your mother to find you to save you. You don't want to belong to the demon again…

I have an interesting twist I'd like to implement into the story for who her mother could be…. But we'll talk about that some other time.

[hakusins]

(vent in the tags) me thinking i've finally escaped financial problems: :DDDDD

life:

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[messangerforthestars]

“We need more morally gray characters” you guys can barely handle topaz and jade.

[skrunksthatwunk]

how do i tell my roommate that her cat repeatedly pissing on and destroying my things is something that people usually offer to clean or replace or apologize for instead of shrugging off

[kittlyns]

Genuinely what I do for fun now is open up my credit card apps and then a browser with a credit card repayment calculator, then input numbers until I run out of wiggle room in my budget

[swagging-back-to]

ok i am quitting weed for realsies. i need to get serious about my life

[valvesoftware]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh

[monster-noises]

AaHHHHGHHH got some mail today that i forgot i was waiting on from the local health sugar to help me with my blood sugar stuff

And they fucking just.. assigned me an appointment date with no input from me so of course it's in the middle of a fucking work day and i have no time off left to spend on yaking the day off, and it's late enough in the morning that i can't reaaaally scootch my schedule down..

And like maybe i could find a way to finagle a sick day in there but Apparently

I need Literally All Of Those those to cover my first week off after surgery

Because insurance through work comes in a week After you start your leave, because that's when they approve it (this whole coverage thing is making me so steaming boiling mad regardless, this is just shiny deep red cherry on top of the fucking cake i sweaR TO G O D)

So I don't really want to Do that and loose more pay somewhere else

So now I don't know what to fucking do because i Work when the Doctors Offices are Open (just like.. all of them. In general.) so i can't really reschedule, but cancelling may be a bad idea because i probably won't get to go back until after surgery, if i don't have to go back through the application process to see this doctor anyway.

I'm going to start throwing things and having a breakdown I try to actually start looking after my health and I end up in this situation it's disgusting i'm so pissed off.

[connormoving]

its so embarassing likee. going to talk abt a feeling you have but you already know ppl will be like Oh that sounds like depression lol and its like. well yes . i know . trust me i am so aware i am depressed . but its still like a thing ive been thinking abt and wanting to talk abt but ik itll just be like Ok hun 👍. idk idk what response i would want tho ig FNFNFNF

[lettuce-gremlin]

Just gotta keep reminding myself that I just have a month until I move out of this apartment and move in with fellow adults who can actually clean up after themselves