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uselessdogboy · 6 months ago
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im screaming and crying and banging my head against the wall why am i LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS GAHHHHH WHYYYYY
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tyunkus · 2 years ago
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amazon wishlist — kang taehyun
pairing: roommate!kang taehyun x afab!reader summary: your roommate and best friend, taehyun, finds a dildo on your amazon wishlist.
wc: 5.5k
warnings: masturbation, dry humping, dirty talk (praise, some degradation), pet names (princess, angel, baby, pretty), like One spank, teasing/humiliation?, penetrative, safe sex, mention of cunnilingus and handjob, also unrealistic because taehyun games here but. let me live my gamer bf dreams ok?
note: originally wrote this in 3rd person and then had to manually change it to 2nd person so sorry for any mistakes ! also still figuring how this site works so sorry for the plain formatting. i dont actually know if amazon sells dildos, and if they cost $30? probably not but yk... artistic liberty... capitalism...
There’s no chicken.
You notice this one Friday afternoon in the middle of July, while the pavements outside sizzle from the heat and the sun spills through the windows and warms up your back. You’re in the kitchen, sifting through a pathetic heap of frozen food. Usually, you head to the nearby supermarket after pilates class to pick up a pack of bacon; other times, Taehyun comes home after a day with Kai bearing a bag of frozen wedges. Either way, it’s clear that neither of you have bought anything edible since your last grocery run two weeks ago.
Frozen french fries. Korean corndogs. A half-empty pack of fishcakes. No chicken.
You open the fridge, eyes skimming over its meager contents, as if it would be there. It isn’t. You open the freezer again, wondering if the gods above would be so gracious as to summon some chicken breast into your freezer to feed you and your roommate tonight. They don’t.
“Maybe we should go grocery shopping.”
You’re fresh from a long, elaborate shower. Your hair falls in wet tresses over your shoulders and you’re clad in dolphin shorts and a big shirt that might have been Taehyun’s but you borrowed so often and for so long that he probably forgot it ever belonged to him. It’s your turn to cook dinner and you’re grumbling over the fact that Taehyun cooked your only remaining pack of chicken breast last night when you hear his bedroom door click open.
Just in time. A shitty rap song follows the sound of the soft padding of his footsteps against the floor. “Hey, you home?” he calls from halfway down the hallway, but you cut him off before he can say anything else.
“I told you I would cook chicken and you still finished it last night, and now there’s nothing for me to cook, asshole,” you say, more exasperated than angry. You turn around just as he walks in, wearing nothing but black joggers and his obnoxious RGB headset. His eyes are wide and bashful. You wrinkle your nose and turn around again. “What happened to your shirt?”
Taehyun has the decency to sound sheepish. “Sorry, I was playing with the boys,” he mumbles, like that wasn’t painfully obvious already. You have no problem with seeing Taehyun or shirtless guys by themselves, but a shirtless Taehyun has you torn between wanting to throw up and throwing away your clothes. Maybe to other people having a first-class view of his washboard abs sounds like a blessing, but to you, it’s only a level below mental distress.
“Tell Kai I said hi,” you say absently, now going through your drawers for restaurant flyers (if worse comes to worst, you’ll order takeout for tonight). “Anyway, what’d you come outside for?”
“I needed to talk to you about something.”
At this, you peer over your shoulder, studying Taehyun’s face. He doesn’t look particularly upset, just stoic, which is a dangerous sign in itself. Taehyun’s usually calm, but he’s not stoic—at least, not in this stage of your friendship, when Taehyun has known you long enough to stop pretending that he’s some sort of tsundere.
“Is something wrong?” you ask softly, turning around to lean against the counter.
“I saw your wishlist on Amazon. Why do you have a dildo on there?”
The words fall on you like a bucket of hardened cement. You feel your heart rate increase by about a thousand beats.
“I—you what?” you sputter in disbelief. There are a few seconds in-between this moment of horror where you want to scold him, yell at him, do anything, but it’s not like he’s in the wrong. It’s your Amazon wishlist. But why was he snooping around on it? And why did you put a dildo on it? Fuck. Your mind searches for an intelligent response, but all that falls out of your mouth is, “Other people can see that?”
Taehyun raises his eyebrows. “Yes? I hope you didn’t share it with your parents or anything, ‘cause it’s like, the first one on the list.”
You grip the counter, suddenly feeling very ill. “Oh. Shit.” You had not done anything of the sort—you kept your parents away from your online presence for that very reason. But if anyone was to stumble upon your questionable wishlist on Amazon dot com, you weren’t expecting Taehyun of all people. Your best friend? And roommate? Really? Fuck Jeff Bezos, for real.
“But that’s besides the point,” Taehyun says, advancing towards you, and you back up a little. Between his tall, wide-shouldered frame and you being a good bit smaller, you discover that it is very, very easy to feel intimidated, almost trapped, by him. “Why do you need to buy one? You know I got a dick, right?”
It’s like another punch to the stomach, except someone also crushed your head with a boulder. If you weren’t red before, you definitely are now, sweat pooling at your palms at his implication. “What the fuck are you talking about.”
Taehyun shrugs and reaches behind you to grab a glass from the dish holder. “I’m just saying,” he says, making his way over to the sink. “Why waste thirty dollars on some plastic when you can get the real thing for free? And better?”
Are you even hearing him right? “Genuinely what are you on,” you say, still aghast. “I wanted to buy one because—because—I mean, I-I don’t know, it’s normal! Shit, Taehyun, does it really matter? Don’t tell me you’re being serious.”
He shrugs again. “Why not?”
You say the first thing that pops into your mind. “What if it sucks?”
Taehyun only laughs. “You really have that little faith in me?”
“I don’t know!” You think briefly on the sex talks you two have had—some you had sprawled over each other on the couch, glasses of soju in hand; others you had during movie nights, clay masks smeared over your faces while you struggled not to laugh too hard. They were fun, sure, but it’s one thing to hear Taehyun talk about fucking other people and another to hear him talk about fucking you. To your knowledge, Taehyun’s pretty good in bed, but… But why are you even considering it? You both have been best friends for years. If you have sex, it’s only going to ruin your friendship. There are other ways for you to feel good—ways that don’t risk a seven-year friendship and getting kicked out of the apartment.
“I don’t know,” you say again, suddenly terrified at yourself for not giving him a straight answer. It should be a hard, flat no! You shouldn’t be considering it all! Yet here you are, your brain suddenly full of the thought of Taehyun and his dick.
“Hey, I’m just saying. Trying to open up some options for you here. I’m one hundred percent willing, but only if you are.” Taehyun puts up his hands like that settles it. He flashes you a smile. “Just tell me, okay? And if you still don’t want to, that’s chill too. We’ll both act like this never happened.”
Is that even possible? “Right,” you say, feeling faint. “Okay, yeah.”
Taehyun’s smile doesn’t fade. You can only watch as he takes a swig of water and shuffles happily to his room.
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You think about it. Probably a bit too much.
You have an essay to write for your class, and it’s due in a few hours—but you can’t stop thinking about it. It being Taehyun fucking you. In your defense, you’ve been pent up all week, trying to balance your academics and health and social life and Taehyun all without having any time for yourself, so it makes sense, you think. You hope it makes sense that you’re fantasizing about your roommate, considering everything that’s happening to you.
You shut your laptop and sigh, lying back down on your bed. Taehyun has been acting completely normal in the three days between now and when he had first made his offer, which you are endlessly grateful for, but also bewildered by. He had even paid for takeout that same night, and you had eaten it together on the floor of your living room, and it was like nothing had even happened. Still, you’ve been mulling it over ever since. Pondering it, if you will. And it’s not your first time. Many nights you have found your tired, worn-out brain wandering to your roommate, his pretty face, great body, cute personality… How it would feel. What he would do. Taehyun, leaning over you, kissing you, running his pretty hands up and down your skin. Nipping at your collarbone with his sharp, perfect teeth. Grazing them along your neck, sucking at the soft parts.
Fuck. You’re wet.
You feel crazy.
Your hands slide down your panties, face burning with shame. The only thing you can think of is Taehyun, his soft skin and pretty brown eyes, his lean arms and chest. You picture him above you, caging you between his arms, a glittering smile on his face as he touches you, his back muscles flexing. Do you like that? he whispers, his voice low and raspy. You don’t even have to work hard to imagine what he sounds like during sex—the walls here are awfully thin, he’s a twenty-one-year-old guy, and you’ve thought about it more often than not.
“Fuck,” you keen, your hips rolling up as you dip your finger into your folds. Your free hand trails up your torso and into your mouth; you roll your tongue around your fingers and wish, crazily, that you were sucking on Taehyun’s instead. “Shit, oh f—”
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“About your offer.”
You’re sitting at the dining table. Taehyun is halfway through his serving of pancakes that you made for him in a partly-tired, mostly-horny daze. After a particularly busy morning, you can’t remember much of last night other than the fact that you fucked yourself sore and came three times in a row, no refractory period, and now you can barely hold your fork.
Taehyun looks up at you. He’s shirtless again. If you were any crazier you would be disappointed that he never left much room for imagination before your first time together. “My offer,” he echoes.
“From a few days ago,” you clarify, poking your fork through your slice of toast. “The. You-fucking-me thing.”
“Ah.” Taehyun leans back and you can tell he’s fighting down a smile. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well. I’ve been kinda… you know, lately,” you begin, staring hard at your plate, “and I was gonna buy the… you know, but then I realized my shipping address is still at my parents’ house and I really don’t want to wait for another week or pay extra to get it the next day or pay thirty dollars for a plastic dick so—”
“So you want me to fuck you?”
You let out a breath and brave a glance at him. “Yeah,” you mumble.
“That’s all you had to say,” Taehyun says with a smile. He pushes his plate away and fixes you with a look. “When do you want to do it? Kinda weird to be planning this out, no?”
You groan and bury your face in your hands. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to do it,” you groan.
Taehyun laughs, reaching over to touch your arm. “Don’t worry about it. What about later tonight? After you’re finished with your homework, I can help you unwind,” he suggests, and he sounds like he’s just telling you about the weather—but his voice has dropped about three octaves and normally you would find this shit cringe, but. Holy fuck.
You aren’t one for slutshaming, but perhaps you are one yourself. You squeeze your thighs together and nod, your gaze falling to the table. “Sure. That sounds good.”
“Good. You can come to my room once you’ve finished. I won’t be playing tonight, so don’t worry about interrupting. Well, you might be interrupting something, but—”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Nooo need to elaborate,” you spit, standing up and picking up your plate. Taehyun laughs as you walk over to the sink and put away your dish. When you return back to the dining table, he continues eating like nothing happened. “I’ll go study now.”
“Study well, pretty.”
You make a vague sound of affirmation before slipping inside your room again. You back up against the door and take a second to breathe, then shuffle over to your closet.
Your panties are wet. Again.
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“Come in.”
You step inside his room. It’s dark—his lights aren’t on, save for the RGB strips on his setup. He sits on his chair, legs spread, lap looking awfully inviting. For once, he’s wearing a hoodie, and he looks like he just got off a game.
“I expected to catch you at a more… compromising time,” you say, carefully.
“Funny way to say you wanted to see me jerking off.”
“I didn’t say that,” you say with a frown, and you stop walking in front of his chair. Taehyun pats his lap. He’s smiling so, so wide.
“Take a seat.”
You’re grateful when his hands reach up to cup your waist, guiding you as you slide a leg over him and sit down. It’s weird—oddly comfortable, but your tits are pressed up against his chest and your faces are really, really close. Like, close enough you can see each of his eyelashes. He’s so, so pretty.
Taehyun looks you in the eye. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice soft. When you nod, he hums and squeezes your waist. “Alright. Tell me about your day.”
“Huh?”
“Foreplay, baby. That’s like, the whole essence of a hookup.” Taehyun raises his eyebrows at you. “Would you just play along?”
“Fine, fine. I didn’t do mu—oh,” you gasp, as Taehyun’s lips latch onto your neck, pulling you into him. “Ah, fuck. I didn’t do much. I—I woke up early and did some assignments. Got a ninety percent on my mock exams.”
“Woah,” Taehyun says, pulling away. His eyes are bright. “Really?”
“Yeah. All of them.”
“Damn. Good job. Sometimes I forget you’re smart and hot,” he murmurs in between kisses. “Perfect girl.”
Holy shit. “Um—and then I went to the gym and this guy asked me for my number,” you continue. Taehyun licks at your throat and bites down hard. “Ow, fuck you. I said no thanks and then went back home and showered.”
“Did you do anything in the shower?”
You scoff as he licks along your jaw. “No. I’m not a perv like you.”
“Not a good idea to make fun of the guy who’s about to fuck you.”
“Sorry. Can’t help it.”
“And then what?”
“And then I had breakfast with you and after, I… I fucked myself a little.” Taehyun groans and your breath hitches in your throat. “I thought of you.”
He chuckles. “I would have been a little confused if you hadn’t. You must have been so pent up, baby, huh?”
You grab a fistful of his hair and pulls him away from your neck so your eyes meet. “I’ve been thinking of you. For a long time. Even before you made the offer,” you say, barely breathing. Your grip loosens, and you watch as his eyes grow dark. “Anytime I got h-horny, I—I imagined you. And I… was going to buy the toy ’cause I never thought I’d get the real thing with you.”
Taehyun seems taken aback, but his face of faint surprise melts into his usual cocky smile and he presses his lips against yours.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, but the real thing is a little bigger than five inches, baby.”
If you weren’t wet before, you’re drenched now. You feel a little bad for his grey sweatpants, the front all smeared with your precum. But knowing Taehyun, he’d probably like that.
You continue kissing for a while, Taehyun’s gaming chair creaking incessantly underneath your weight, but you’re too turned on to be bothered. He’s still playing with your panties, rubbing you over them. You honestly, truly might die.
“Taehyun,” you say, pulling away. He looks like a mess, lipgloss smeared all over his mouth, hair messy from your constant running your hands through them. “Can you touch me?”
“I am touching you, baby.”
You whine. “No, no, like—like inside me, please, fuck.”
“Use your pretty voice to ask me nicely.”
You take a deep breath but it’s let out as a whimper. “Please, Taehyun. Fuck me with your fingers,” you mumble, burying your face in his neck. “Please, please. Please.”
“Good job, princess. Of course. Anything you want.”
And you—you almost die, and it shows with the way you squeezes your thighs together and nuzzle your face deeper into his shoulder, letting out a soft moan when he finally moves to comply.
Taehyun seems to notice, because something in his eyes shifts and he leans in, kissing your cheek. “Do you like it when I praise you, baby? Come on, tell me everything. Tell me what turns you on. Want to make you feel good.”
“I like praise, yeah,” you say, your voice trembling as he moves his hands down to the hem of your panties. “Praise and… And some degradation, too, but mostly praise. I like pet names and—fuck—biting and spanking and k-kissing, fuck, even just kissing turns me on so much.”
“I can tell, baby.” Taehyun glides a finger over your cunt and smiles. “You’re fucking soaked. So cuuute.” He coos it, like you’re some sort of cute doll and not his fucking roommate whose pussy he’s playing with.
It makes you whimper, your fingers shaking where they should be holding onto Taehyun’s shoulders. “Ugh, fuck,” you squeak. “Fuck you.”
“Let me do it first. Grind down on me, pretty.”
You comply and gasp a little at the hardness underneath you. “Fuck. You’re so—”
Taehyun hums, his hands moving to your waist, helping you rock harder against him. “Just for you. I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you.”
You make a pathetic sound at the back of your throat and kiss him, your mind suddenly flooded with images of him touching himself right here in his chair, the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock, all while he thinks of you. Without warning, he reaches up his free hand and lightly taps at your cheek; you don’t even have to think about it before your mouth falls open and his fingers slide in.
“Perfect,” Taehyun breathes, and your heart skips in your chest. “You’re so good, fuck. Didn’t even have to ask, what a good girl.”
You grind down harder. Taehyun throws his head back and lets out something between a sigh and a groan. “Fuck, princess,” he rasps. “You’re so cute.” He reaches up with his other hand to caress your flushed face. “You feel really—ugh—really fucking good.”
“Oh my god, wait, fuck, wait—” You whimper around his fingers and slow to a stop; your hands clutch at the back of his hoodie. You whine into the cloth, breathing him in, feeling him all over you. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing gently. You can hardly breathe. “I… I was getting close. I don’t wanna come yet.”
Taehyun shifts a little under you; you huff when his hands slide under your ass and he moves to stand up, lifting you with him. “Let’s move to the bed, then,” he grunts, and your legs close around his waist as he carries the both of you to his bed.
He preoccupies himself by kissing you—your lips don’t move away from each other’s as you tumble onto the mattress. Your mind is racing. You’ve imagined kissing Taehyun so many times before, fantasized about how it felt, and these past few days it was all you could think about. His lips are so warm, his hands even warmer where they wander on your skin. You want him close, closer. Inside.
You break the kiss. “Taehyun,” you murmur against his lips. “Taehyun, please.”
Thankfully, Taehyun seems to understand what you’re getting at, and doesn’t make you beg for it—he’s shimmied out of his sweats and hoodie in record time, with only boxers and a wife beater left. He smiles down at you, gentle, loving. “Could you undress for me?”
You don’t need to be asked twice. You pull your dolphin shorts down and kick them off your ankles, trying your best to peel off your shirt as you do so. Taehyun is fully shirtless now, shadows cast across his toned muscles, and his hands probe at his boxers, but his eyes are fixed on you.
You have never felt so exposed wearing your favorite set of lingerie—you fight the urge to cover your stomach with your arms and instead opt to look up at Taehyun from under your lashes and hope he’s as horny as you are right now.
It takes a moment for Taehyun to recollect himself, but when he does, his hands are immediately on you, awed at your softness. “Damn,” he breathes.
“How eloquent of you.”
Taehyun laughs, running his hands down your waist. “No, I—” He breathes out another chuckle, his eyes trailing down to your belly. “No, you’re just perfect.”
Your cheeks heat and you feel yourself throb a little at his praise. “Says you. Know how many guys would kill to have your body?”
“Know how many guys would kill to have such a beautiful, sexy, smart girl like you?”
You press your lips together. You can’t help but think about how nice he looks, seated between your legs. “A lot of guys would be after you, it seems.”
“Can’t blame them. Fuck, your thighs,” Taehyun groans, moving his hands over them. Your breath catches in your throat. His hands look—are—huge. “Oh my fucking god. Promise me you’ll let me eat you out.”
You blink. “Of course,” you say. “Could you get to fucking me already?”
Taehyun laughs. “Right, sorry. Let me take my boxers off first.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah, it should be in the hoodie pocket.”
You retrieve the hoodie from the other side of the bed and feel around in its pocket before your fingers graze the plastic; you immediately pick it up and throw the hoodie on the floor. Meanwhile, Taehyun is finally fully naked and stroking himself; you turn even redder. Fuck, you want him so bad.
You tell him so. “Hurry, hurry, please,” you gasp, tossing the unopened condom packet to Taehyun, who chuckles.
“On your hands and knees, angel.”
You obey and whimper impatiently as Taehyun opens the condom and puts it on.
“Jesus, baby, you’re such a mess already and I haven’t even put it in,” Taehyun mumbles. You feel the bed dip where he climbs onto it again, and moans when he gives your ass a smack. “Needy. That’s what you are. Needy and impatient.”
You whimper. “Please, pleasepleaseplease, just put it in, put it in—” Taehyun pushes the small of your back so you drop face-first onto the mattress, cheek squished against the blankets. It smells like him. Everything smells like him. For once you fall silent when he announces he’s sliding in and you feels it poking at your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut.
He slides in the first inch and you can’t help but whine. “Pleeeease, Taehyun,” you gasp, your voice high and reedy. He complies without an answer, sliding in more, slowly, until he’s almost halfway. You let out a squeak.
“What’s wrong?” Taehyun coos. “Don’t think you can take it?”
You make a small, pathetic noise at the back of your throat. “Nonono,” you cry. “You’re just… really big. Bigger than that—that dumb f-fucking dildo.”
“Aw, am I r-r-really?” Taehyun grins and eases another inch into you before you get the chance to retort. You suck in a breath instead, bunching the sheets into your hands. In a moment of guilt, he uses his other hand to give your waist a reassuring squeeze, then leans over to push back your hair for you. “Damn, you’re tight. You can take it, though, can’t you?”
You whimper. “Ah, shit, yes.”
“That’s it. There you go. Doing such a good fucking job, taking my cock.”
Taehyun kisses your shoulder as he slides in the rest, a string of pathetic whimpers and cries leaving your mouth as he bottoms out. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he stays very still, letting you adjust to the size.
To both your surprise, you are the one who breaks the almost-silence with a short huff as you prop yourself on your elbows. “You… you can move now,” you grit out, sounding almost pained.
Taehyun hums. “Tell me first. Which do you like better? The toy or my cock?”
You’re silent, but he can see your knuckles whitening as you grip the bedsheets. Taehyun scoffs and grabs both your arms with his hand, pulling them behind you with a grunt. You yelp as his cock hits a different angle inside of you.
“Tell me. Which one is better? I won’t move until you tell me.”
You whimper for a few moments, but Taehyun doesn’t let up. You take a shaky breath and let your head hang. “Y-you,” you mumble.
“Louder, pretty.”
“I like your cock better—hmf—better than the toy,” you say. Taehyun can hear the tears in your voice and his belly flip-flops. So fucking hot.
He might have said that out loud—you might have heard him—but he doesn’t have time to think about the possibilities, because at once he’s drawing his hips away from yours and slamming back inside again. The reaction is immediate. You keen, chest heaving at the intensity. 
“Fuck,” you croak, clinging onto the bedsheets.
“God,” Taehyun breathes, holding you up to his chest, “I’m obsessed with you.” He mouths at your neck and you whimper.
“Don’t bite too hard,” you plead. Taehyun bites down harder in response.
“I’ll bite as hard as I want,” he says, but there’s no heat in his words, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder right after. His hands snake up your body, from your hips to your waist until they stop comfortably at your tummy. He thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace, kissing mindlessly at any sliver of skin he can get his lips on. “Been dreaming about this for ages, you know. I’ve been wanting to fill you up for the longest time.”
Fire stirs within the pit of your stomach at the thought. “I do, too. Fingered myself thinking it was your cock,” you mumble back, delirious, and you can feel him smile against your shoulderblades. Suddenly, he slides out, flips you over and enters you once more in a single swift movement. His pace picks up and you exhale slowly, melting into the pleasure, your eyes trained on the array of faces he’s making above you.
“You’re perfect, angel.” Taehyun’s voice drops into a murmur, his bangs falling perfectly around his face. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you, baby. Not only because you’re really hot, but”—he lets out a moan here—“also ’cause I really, really like you, and I don’t wanna fuck the shit out of you for no reason, I—I also wanna take you on dates, and—” He pauses and groans when you squeeze down on him, eyes twisting shut. “Ah, shit, and I wanna fuck you not as a one time thing, but—fuck, but as like, a boyfriend thing—mm—you know?”
You let out a moan, your eyes cracking open incredulously. “You’re telling me this now?” you pant.
Taehyun laughs but goes even faster, his hands still tight around the softness of your waist. You cry out and latch onto his strong arms, wondering if this is happening, if this is real, if Taehyun really just confessed to you in the middle of rearranging your guts. You can’t believe this. Your heart flutters. Your pussy throbs. God, what is wrong with him?
Taehyun’s hand moves up to your jaw. He tilts your chin up and presses your lips together in a slow, slow kiss. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous. Shit,” he says, kissing you again and again. He looks almost desperate, moving inside you, his entire face flushed red. “I love kissing you. Such a pretty girl, my baby, aren’t you? I—oh, fuck, you feel so good, I like you so much.”
“Shit,” you mewl, reaching up to cup his face. He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving almost desperately now, moaning loudly against your skin. “Fuck, Taehyun, you’re crazy—fuck—”
“Tell me how beautiful you are,” Taehyun rasps, not sounding like himself at all, but he moves his hips impossibly faster, and his hand trails down to your neck. “Tell me how pretty you look while your pussy chokes this dick, fuck.”
You wail, your hands flying up to grasp at his wrists. “I’m—’m a puh-pretty girl, fuck, ’m so pretty—”
“That’s right, princess. Are you close? You wanna come?” he rasps, reaching down now to rub your clit. “Go ahead, baby, come on my cock, please, fuck, come on—”
“Taehyun,” you gasp, your breath hitching, as you feel the waves of your oncoming orgasm. 
“—cream on it, sweet girl, make me proud, wanna feel you coming for me, ’cause of me—”
You cry out from underneath him and you jolt so suddenly it startles him; your back arches off the bed and your thighs clamp around him and you go very, very still. You come for a long time, breathing and whining throughout it; Taehyun keeps moving, easing you out of it, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist until finally your muscles relax and you go slack, melting back into the mattress.
“That’s it, pretty, good job,” he murmurs, running feather-light touches up and down your torso. “Good job, princess, what a sweet girl.”
He slides out of you after a minute, and you make a noise; you crane your neck to watch as he peels off the condom. “Did you come?” you ask, your voice awfully quiet. He looks up at you and smiles.
“It’s fine, baby.”
You move to sit up. “No, no—”
“Angel, I’m good.”
“You’re still—”
“Shush.” Taehyun scoots closer to you, settling on his elbows between your legs. “I still want to taste you.”
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An hour later, you find yourselves lying in bed together. After making you come another time on his tongue and finally coming after the world’s best handjob, Taehyun had scooped you up and seated you in the bathtub, where you took turns washing each other’s hair and giggling deliriously about what had just happened. You smell overwhelmingly like his shitty male body wash, but you find it hard to care that much when he’s buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Seeing that your friendship was effectively ruined in the best way possible, you find it hard not to giggle a little, wrapped in his arms. Taehyun’s hands, sliding smooth and gentle across your torso, stop abruptly.
“What are you laughing at?” he asks, sounding affronted.
“You. You’re ridiculous.”
“What? I wasn’t even doing anything.”
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just ask me out on a date? As opposed to offering to fuck me. You came off a little strong with that, you know,” you mumble. “Now that I think about it, it was kind of a dick move.”
“Sorry,” Taehyun grumbles. “I’ve asked you out to dinner multiple times but you kept calling them friend dates so I gave up on that.”
“You were trying to flirt with me? I had no idea.”
“Clearly. That’s why I had to stop trying to make romantic advancements and just settled on asking to fuck you instead. The dildo was the perfect incentive.” His fingers move up to tangle in your hair. “I had—I have, like, the biggest, stupidest crush on you. It’s embarrassing.”
You smile. “Lucky you. I like you, too.”
He breathes out, presses his forehead to your shoulder. “Thank god. I was waiting for you to say it,” he says quietly. “We don’t have to talk about it now, though. Let’s talk about it in the morning.”
“Fine with me. Why were you even looking at my Amazon wishlist, anyway?”
“Well.” Taehyun stills his hands and clears his throat. “I was trying… to pick out… a birthday gift for you.”
“A birthday gift?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god.”
“Don’t laugh.”
You start to laugh. “Oh my god,” you say again, in between giggles. “My birthday isn’t for another two months, dumbass.”
“I wanted to be prepared!” Taehyun protests, pinching lightly at your waist. “I told you, I have the biggest fucking crush on you. I was gonna give you a bunch of little gifts. And actually, I was planning to ask you to be my girlfriend. I was so excited, too. Asked the guys for help and everything. Soobin was going to hold up the sign. And Beomgyu was in charge of finding a nice place.”
You snort, twisting around to kiss him. “Sorry for laughing. You’re just an idiot sometimes,” you mumble, and kiss him again. “If it makes you feel better, I would have said yes. And anyway… I kinda knew you liked me. The walls are very thin, you know.”
Taehyun tenses up behind you. “What?” he asks after a beat of silence.
“I hear you jacking off all the time. I’m sorry to break it to you. At least you sound pretty.”
Taehyun groans and presses his nose between your shoulderblades. “Fuck you,” he says, muffled.
You hum. “We’re even.”
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thefallennightmare · 10 months ago
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Just Pretend-Twenty One
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*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: This entire chapter will be in Angel's POV! Hence the gif! Now before any of y'all ask, no! This isn't a love triangle chapter. Its about a girl who meets someone that has gone through the same thing she has and they have a moment together where they help each other over come those evil parts of their pasts (Platonically) Two people finding their "friendship" soulmates, if ya will.
FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT. KILL GOD. DETHRONE.
We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.
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READER
I sat on my bed with the notebook perched on my lap with papers and discarded pens all over my bedroom. Salem curled up on my pillow next to me, his purring an eerily calm background noise as it combined with the scratching of my pen on paper. 
“I know it’s colder where I’m at,” I muttered in a soft tune. 
Ew, no not that. 
I scratched through the words with such force it ripped through the paper. 
“Fuck,” I cursed while tossing the book onto the floor then rubbed ink-stained hands over my face. 
I went through four different pens by now and changed the paper from my spiral notebook to printer paper. I had been held up in my room all night writing, not wanting to be bothered. With our tour starting in a few days, we needed to leave tomorrow which meant I spent most of my day and afternoon packing and getting things in order. 
For the last few days, Hollow Souls had been working tirelessly to practice our setlist and make sure all of our visuals were spot on. It was our first tour of just the three of us and my nerves were taking over every aspect of my life. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I was about to spend the next two weeks with my favorite artist. 
nothing, nowhere. 
Joe’s music had been a huge part of my healing process for years so when he reached out with the idea of opening up for Hollow Souls, immediately we agreed. Even though the nerves were still there, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I couldn’t count how many times I picked up my phone, wanting to text Noah, but always backed out. I told him I needed some time, truthfully I think I needed it to remind myself I could be my own person and succeed with this band for a little while. 
Maybe I needed to prove to myself that I was able to take the lead of this band without anyone pointing the finger, thinking it was someone else behind the curtain. There wasn’t someone else. It was me.
My heart began to stutter in my chest, blood running cold, so I took a deep breath while counting to four; exactly like Dr. Poulos told me to do. Soon, I felt heat spread within me as the image of Noah danced behind my eyelids. I missed him and yearned for his presence. My stomach was in knots since the second I left his house a few days ago. 
“I know it’s warmer where you are,” my eyes snapped open as the words fell from my lips. 
Fuck, that's good. 
We confessed, we told the truth. A weight was lifted off me. Noah loves me. 
He fucking loves me back. 
“I know it’s warmer where you are, and it’s safer by your side,” I sang while quickly writing it down on a fresh piece of paper.  “Right now I can’t be what you want, just give it time.”  
I began to ache at times, my stomach was sore, and my head would pound. It was often like this that I began to think I’d caught a cold. I wasn’t- it was just me feeling empty. I knew whatever this moment of self-reflection was, it was worth it. I love Noah and he loved me back.
We’d be together; soon. I had to believe that. I knew in my gut. I trusted it but I hope he trusted me.
“Cause if you and I can make it through the night,” my voice was loud now as I felt comfortable with how the lyrics were now pouring out of me. 
But there was this nagging feeling inside of me that I couldn't ignore. We last texted each other at 10 p.m. that night saying we loved each other. The invisible string that always seemed to connect us was urging me to text him. This was something else I couldn’t ignore. 
It was important to me that with this new love, the love for Noah, we have made the effort to fully heal first so we do the inner work that is required to become a whole person once more. All born into our era, our family, our body. We can only be ourselves and accountable for ourselves. He needed to know I loved him, and that I’d come to him. 
Was it selfish of me to walk away after we confessed our love? I wasn’t sure. I just knew it was important for us both to grow from our experiences. So be that rare kind of true love and this bond will be eternal. That I promise him.
With a deep breath, I shifted my attention to my phone and decided to send the message before I doubted myself again. 
Me: I love you, mochi. 
Before I could even set my phone down, it buzzed in my hand with a new message. 
Mochi 🍡: I love you, angel.
The crushing weight that I felt gripping around my heart lifted as I read Noah’s message over and over again. Although we were apart for the time being, we would be alright because we loved each other. I lay here in deep thought and my mind wandered back to my primal need for intimacy.  There is that feeling of maturity, the admittance of being in love with Noah. It arrived without fanfare. Our souls were humble travelers and I could feel the bruise begin to form on my shoulder, so desperate to feel him again.
Salem rubbed his head against my arm and I brought him into my chest, peppering his face in kisses. 
“We can meet in the middle, body and souls collide. Dance in the moonlight,” I muttered to myself. 
Noah and I have a long road together, and it’s one I wanted to last. 
A knock sounded on my door before it opened slowly, Chase's stern smile on his lips. 
Uh oh. 
He leaned against the door frame. "Sweets, I love you. You know I do. But you're fucking killing me with the paint on the carpet in the dining room." 
I knew it. 
"I'm sorry! I know, I know.” I nodded with a long sigh. “It's just the lighting in my bedroom sucks compared to the light in the dining room. I'll put down a drop next time."
Malcolm came into my room, laying a kiss on Chase’s cheek before falling onto the end of my bed somehow missing the mess I created with my writing. 
“Don’t be so hard on her, Chase,” Malcolm said before motioning to my bed. “How’s the writing going?” 
I shrugged. “It’s going, I guess. I think my mind is so preoccupied with the next few weeks that it’s hard to focus.” 
“Excited?” Chase questioned. 
“Excited?” I scoffed. “I’m fucking ecstatic. In less than twenty-four hours I’m going to meet one of my idols and tour with him for two weeks.” 
Malcolm spoke next. “Feeling confident with the setlist?” 
“Yeah! I think we’ve got a good amount of songs and I’m stoked to perform Eyelids live. I think it will be a great way to tease the new album.” 
I’d been very apprehensive to put one of the newer songs on the set list only because some fans weren’t supportive of Eyelids or St. Patrick when they first came out. But Hollow Souls were evolving into a new era and we couldn’t continue to be stuck in the past. 
“Ethan said the bus will be here to pick us up by noon tomorrow,” Chase informed. “Are you all packed and ready?” 
I pointed to the three suitcases at the other end of my room but as Salem jumped off my lap to go lay with Malcolm, I realized something important. 
"Oh, shit. I forgot to see if someone can take care of Salem,” I chastised myself. 
I didn’t miss the glance the two of them shared and raised a brow as Malcolm spoke up.  "Already taken care of."
“You asked Noah, didn’t you?” I couldn’t help the smile that crept on my face. 
“Maybe,” he shrugged while giving Salem some belly rubs. 
Chase rolled his eyes before pushing himself off the door frame and sitting next to Malcolm. “Of course we did. Who else would you ask?” 
“I could have asked Jolly or Jesse. I didn’t want to put this on Noah,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 
“Well, he’s basically Salem’s dad now,” 
“Malcom!” I smacked his shoulder. 
“I’m just saying,” he chuckled while rubbing his arm. 
“We’re not official yet, guys,” I ran a hand through my hair before pulling my knees to my chest. “Please don’t do that.” 
“No way,” Chase shook his hand as Malcolm rested a hand on his thigh. “We’re not doing that. You need to think of the positives. You two said you love each other. Soon you will find your way back to one another.” 
“I love your optimism,” I said while playfully rolling my eyes. 
“Hey, smart ass. We know these things,” Malcolm snorted while still playing with Salem. 
“You do, huh? Do you have connections to the other side?” I teased. 
“We were watching a show last week about alternate universes and shit. It made me think that maybe there’s more of us out there, ya know?” he squeezed Chase’s knee. “Who the hell knows, maybe you and Noah fucked one night, magically fell in love, and went on the road with him. By the end of it, you moved into an apartment that’s right across the street from his house because you couldn’t fathom being away from him,” Chase spoke with a smirk.
My face reddened as I shifted my gaze downwards. “Wow, that’s-uh-you really thought about that.”
Malcolm laughed. “Or what if in another life, Noah walked through literal flames for you.” 
I snorted at that thought because there was no way Noah would risk his life to walk through a fire to save my life, even if I was hanging from a building. 
“Now you’re talking about shit people read in romance novels. Did my long-lost brother start the fire as well?” 
Malcolm narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m just saying, the two of you will find your way. We’re proud of you and how far you’ve come. You and Noah will grow together.”  
My heart jumped in my throat at how sincere Malcolm sounded and the way Chase’s eyes danced as he stared at me. 
“Thank you guys. That means a lot to me,” I smiled. 
“Always sweets, always,” Chase kissed my forehead. “You’re the miracle Noah needed, you know?” 
“I think he was the miracle I needed as well,” I admitted. 
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“Wow, Dallas. You are all such beautiful souls tonight. I cannot express our gratitude for all the support we’ve been getting this tour. We’re only four shows in and we’re having the best fucking time. Thank you,” I smiled into the microphone while tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind my ear. 
The crowd cheered wildly as Chase pounded the foot pedal of his drum, the beat making my heart thump hard in my chest. It was night four of the tour and even though it was straight show after show and I was exhausted, I let the energy from the crowd up me hype to finish tonight strong. 
The support of this tour had been fucking outstanding. Every show was sold out and we even had to move our last show into a bigger arena due to high demand. The three of us were so unbelievably proud of the direction we were headed and we didn’t want to look back. 
“Before we play our last song, I think we need to show our opener some love!” I said into the microphone. 
The crowd clapped and screamed but I frowned while shifting my weight on one foot while shaking my head. 
“That’s pretty weak. I want the fucking roof to blow off of here. Let’s hear it for nothing, nowhere!” 
Chase and Malcolm played an in-sync beat as the crowd screamed, cheered, clapped, and jumped up and down. 
“That’s better.” I nodded with a smile while adjusting my guitar. “Not many know this but I’m such a huge fan of nothing, nowhere so to be here touring with him has me fangirling pretty hard right now.” 
I peered over to the side stage where Joe was leaning, watching our set with a smile. We met a few days ago and even though I did my best to keep my composure, I was a giddy girl on the inside. He and Malcolm had a lot in common which made them click almost immediately which made tour life easy for all of us. 
“So,” I cleared my throat while staring back out toward the crowd. “Our final song is a new one and I’m so excited to perform it in front of all of you. Our new album White Noise will be released in a few months. It’s different than our first three but we promise that it’ll be worth it.” 
As the crowd clapped and cheered, I smiled. “My friends, thank you. This song is   called Eyelids.” 
As we began the song over the loud cheers of excitement, I let my eyes flutter shut as yet again, memories of mine and Noah’s night flashed in my mind. 
"Noah," I breathed while breaking apart from the kiss.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck to breathe me in. "Say it again."
I did, over and over like a mantra, as he left a mark on the skin of my neck while his hand switched to the other breast, mimicking his actions from before. The wetness that pooled between my legs was almost a new feeling, never been this turned on.
With one touch I could have sworn he entered my soul. As if my body was his key. He entered me and it fit, pun not intended. Not a thing of metal nor gold, Yet a sensation of love that came.
"I want to hear you," he left a gentle bit on the inside of my thigh
I used the small break-in lyrics to let out a deep breath, doing my best to remain centered so I could finish the rest of the song strong
Noah was in every aspect of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the song. 
His fingertips, his eyes, his lips on every inch of skin, or the way Noah steadied our breaths. “Breathe through it with me.” 
I did as he said, both of us breathing out my orgasm as our eyes locked intently with each other. I writhed against him, my arousal soaking the condom and parts of his hips. It was such a simple action but the way it set my body on fire intensified the aftershocks to something I'd never experienced. Noah stared down to the place where we met and with a noisy moan, he wrapped an arm tighter around me to pull me flush against his chest as his hips stilled for a second before he emptied himself inside the condom.
Through his sweet words and the resolution of my survival self to never let anyone else sit at my core. He was already there.
As the song ended and I thanked the crowd with a bow, I thought how relieved I was to discover my pure self. That this with Noah could be real love. There was no temptation to change because it was our real selves that bonded us. It is our real selves that each other loves.
That night, I walked away from him without listening to his pleas but now, we were different. We had grown together, for each other.  
Tonight, I vowed then and there under the bright lights of this stage that I’d stay.
I would always stay with Noah. 
“Kick ass show tonight, guys!” Joe cheered while giving us a round of high-fives. 
I smirked while whipping out my phone. “Thanks, Joe! Give me a few minutes and we can head to karaoke.” 
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Whose time zone is it tonight?” 
“Mine” I smirked into my phone while I quickly typed out a message. 
 Me: I love you, mochi.
“Oh,” a hand with a rose tattoo waved in front of my face. “Who has you smiling like that?” 
Playfully narrowing my eyes at Joe, I stuck out my tongue at him. “Someone is nosy.” 
Just then a new message popped up and my heart fluttered when I saw Noah’s response. It was the same response for the last week but every time, my smile spread wide on my face. 
Mochi 🍡: I love you too, angel.
When I went to put my phone back into my pocket, it vibrated with a new message, this time it was a video from Noah of Salem lying on a couch, one I hadn’t seen before. 
“Salem, say hi to your mom. She misses you,” Noah’s voice came from the background. 
I broke out in an even bigger smile and giggled when my cat did not move, didn't even bat an eye as Noah scratched behind his ears. But the music playing in the background suddenly caught my attention. 
The lyrics sounded so familiar. 
“Gave you way too many chances but it wasn't enough.” 
I replayed the video a few more times to make sure. 
“No way,” I muttered, not paying attention to the conversation behind me with Joe, Malcolm, and Chase. 
I quickly sent a text to Noah. 
Me: Hi Salem baby! Mom misses you! Also, I hear something in the background. Is it..?
Mochi 🍡: He’s napping. He had a long day of playing outside. 
My brow peaked. 
Me: You took him outside?
Mochi 🍡: Don’t worry, angel. We had him on a harness and leash. He loved laying in the sun on the back patio. 
“Sweets, let’s go!” Chase called from behind. “The karaoke place closes in like an hour!” 
I waved him off before texting Noah back. 
Me: I trust you with him, Noah. But what’s that playing in the background of your video? 
He responded with another video and when his face graced my screen, my heart jumped into my throat. 
Fuck. Me. 
Mochi 🍡: I can’t wait for you to hear the final version. 
“Well, who’s that?” 
Joe peered over my shoulder causing me to jump slightly while clutching the phone close to my chest. 
“Geez, can’t a girl get some privacy?” I asked with flushed cheeks. 
The image of Noah in that video played in my mind on a fucking loop and I suddenly did not want to go out with the guys tonight. 
Joe raised a brow. “Oh, that’s him?” 
Malcolm looked between Joe and me, noticing how red my face was. “What the hell did Noah send you?” 
“No-nothing. Just a video of Salem,” I stammered at first but was quick to recover.  
Chase’s mouth parted to speak but soon his eyes turned dark, jaw clenching as he stared past me. 
“What’s wr-,” I didn’t get a chance to ask because an all too familiar voice crept deep into my bones, ripping me apart from the inside out.
“You still have that fucking cat?” 
My heart sunk low to the depths of my stomach and I let my eyes flutter shut, all the breath leaving my lungs. 
No. No. No. Please, not here. Not now.
“He can’t be,” I shook my head while keeping my eyes trained hard on Chase, doing my best to stay centered. 
Do as Dr. Poulos says; deep breath in for three seconds, long breath out for four seconds.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Malcolm spat while stepping in front of me. 
“I needed to come to check out the new Hollow Souls,” the deep voice chuckled darkly. 
I didn’t miss the venom in his words. 
But I never turned around, simply kept my gaze straight on Chase who still refused to look at me; his own hard gaze was trained on the man behind me. Joe noticed the sudden tension and rested a gentle hand on my elbow. 
“Y/N?” His words were white noise. 
I’m imagining this. He’s not here right now. There’s no way. 
“You looked good on that stage, baby. Although, I bet you’d look even better in the back of it.” 
No. No. No. 
A sharp whistle. “I know you hear me.” 
“What the hell are you doing here? Why are you here?” Chase’s voice was thick with anger. 
The voice that I spent so many days in therapy talking about let out a low scoff. 
“What? I came to see my protégé.” 
Malcolm pushed me towards Joe. “Can you take her back to our bus? We’ll be there soon.” 
I shook my head feverishly with tears brimming in my eyes, my back still to the one I refused to look at. 
“No. It’s not worth it. Please guys,” I begged while Joe wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Please come with me.” 
Chase’s eyes softened when he finally peered down at me. “It’ll be okay, sweets. We’re just going to talk; promise.” 
“Come on,” Joe urged my frozen state a few steps. 
Until that darkness pulled me back into the place I spent many days dragging myself out of. 
“Oh, it seems as if you’re back to your old ways. Fucking the opening act, huh? How does good ‘ol Noah feel about that?” Trey did the jerking-off gesture at Noah’s name.
“FUCK YOU!” I screamed as I spun on my heels, Joe’s arm falling away from me. “Don’t you dare say his name. You haven’t earned the right to talk about him!” 
Those cold eyes that I swore at one point I’d have a future with bore into my soul as he ran a hand through the curly locks on his head. Trey smirked wickedly at me. 
“I should call him up. Better yet,” He stuck a cigarette on his lips. “Maybe I’ll send him the video I took of you two ogling each other while you were on stage.” 
I took a step towards Trey but Malcolm held out his arm to stop me, only for me to push it away. 
“Go ahead! You have absolutely no fucking idea what you’re talking about. We should have had you fucking blacklisted,” my upper lip curled, barring my teeth. 
“Good luck, baby. My name gets me places, I can’t help it. Plus, I needed to come see my protege. Since I fucking made you,” Trey twirled his hand towards me with a snide smirk. 
“MADE ME?!” My eyes doubled as my voice roared through the dwindling venue as fans slowly took their time leaving. 
The stagehands and crew members paused their work to watch my outburst. 
I took a deep breath to center myself again, not wanting to create a scene right now when there were still so many prying eyes.  “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the show. We’re doing fine without you.” 
Turning my back to him yet again, I allowed Joe to lead me away with a hand ghosting over my lower back; until Trey’s voice stopped me. 
“You’re so broken you don’t even trust yourself.”  
“Y/N,” Joe’s voice was soft as he shook his head. “It’s not worth it. Come-.” 
“Excuse me?!” I turned swiftly on my heels, hair whipping over my shoulder. 
Trey shrugged while reaching for a strand of my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “You heard me.” 
I smacked his hand away, the noise echoing loudly backstage. “No. No, I don’t think I did. Say it again.” 
“You’re broken.” Now his hands were in his pocket, a lit cigarette hanging loosely on his lips. “That uh- that new song? That's about him, isn’t it? Where is he?”
Trey made a show of looking around backstage. “I don’t see him anywhere. Oh, let me guess. You demolished it right? ‘Cause we all know you can’t have a perfect thing without doing that.” 
My hands curled at my side, knuckles turning white from how hard my nails dug crescent moon shapes into my palm.  
“You don’t know a fucking thing about me, Trey! You never did and you don’t know a fucking thing about Noah, okay?”
“I don’t need to. I know enough,” Trey blew the smoke towards Malcolm. 
Before he could take a step towards him, Chase wrapped an arm around his chest to pull him away. 
“You know he has asthma, you piece of shit!” I pushed Trey hard in the chest. “No. No! No! You’re not going to do this.” 
“Do what? We both get off on hurting other people,” Trey snickered while taking a step toward me. “I tell you the fucking truth. You’re on the stage singing your pretty little lullabies and maladaptive daydreams because I let you! And you know what else? That little Sykes wanna be?” 
When he made the gesture of sucking a dick, I nearly gagged in my mouth at how disgusting and vulgar Trey actually was. 
Anger filled my veins as he continued to spew his venom. Every single thing Trey said was meant for one thing; to hurt and destroy. He’d spent years perfecting it and before, I’d swim in it. 
Now? Now I was different and I wasn’t afraid of standing up to him. 
“No! Shut the fuck up!” I ran a wild hand through my hair before pointing a finger at him. “You were such a poison that I should have avoided. Every single part of you. I thought you wanted to save me but in the end, all you did was break me!” 
Tears fell from my eyes and I was quick to wipe them away. I refused to cry in front of everyone; especially Trey. He didn’t get the privilege to break me. Not again. 
“How dare you reach out your hand? You said you loved me but acted like you hated me,” I choked on a sob. “I should have run but I didn’t.” 
Trey flicked the ashes on the ground at my feet with a fake pout on his lips but before he could say anything I pointed another finger into his chest causing him to stumble back.
“No! I have to get this off my chest! There’s more shit I have to say!” 
I could feel the proud smiles of Chase, Malcolm, and even Joe as they all flanked behind me. Not stepping in but still wanting to be close in case they needed to. 
“You’re not half the man you think you are! You’re not! You’re abusive, an addict, and I hated the way you would make me feel. Everything I did was under a constant microscope with you.” 
I began to list things on my fingers. “I couldn’t dress the way I wanted. I couldn’t talk to who I wanted. I couldn’t even fucking talk about things that I enjoyed because if it didn’t involve you, it wasn’t important. In the beginning, you needed to know my every single fucking move. But the one night you went out with your friends and I asked where you were going, you thought it would be funny to choke me!” 
“What the fuck?!” Chase roared while stepping up next to me. 
I placed a hand on his chest but kept my eyes on Trey. “I’ve outgrown you, I fell out of every trace of love and respect for you, Trey. I’ve moved fucking past you. Yes, in the beginning, I thought that maybe there might have been a chance for us. But you found yourself on drugs and nicotine. A hollow body like a figurine and I always felt like an accessory.” 
Joe turned his head towards me with a small smile on his lips. 
“Looking back now, I can see it. You always tried to put me in the background. I wasted so much fucking time on you and you wasted so much Hollow Souls time. You held us back for so long because you thought you knew what was best for us.”
A muscle in Trey’s jaw ticked. “I fucking made you. I made this band.” 
I rolled my eyes while crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh, please. Everyone knows that Hollow Souls was my idea. I was the one who asked Chase and Malcolm to join. I wrote the songs. I wanted to produce our songs but you immediately shot that idea down claiming it was too much work and not worth it.” 
Thankfully, it was long after our show ended and the main part of the venue had cleared out but there were still workers backstage as they tore down our equipment. They acted like they weren’t listening to our fight but I knew that with the glances our way every so often, they heard everything. 
“You always wanted to change shit that didn’t need to be changed,” he snarled. 
I held my arms out wide. “And look where I’m at? Every show on this tour is sold out. We had to upgrade to a bigger venue because of high demand.” 
“What?” Trey tossed his cigarette to the ground. “Do you want a fucking medal for that?” 
I stepped on the bud of the cigarette, stepping right up into Trey’s space. “You fucked with my head knowing that I couldn't take it and for that, I can't forgive you. I’ll never forgive you.” 
Chase waved over security as my final words relieved the weight that I didn’t know was on my shoulders. I thought that the last time I saw Trey I wouldn’t need to say my peace but saying it now, I felt as if I could breathe easier. 
“I don’t need you to forgive me, Y/N.” He scoffed. “Noah will never love you and that you won’t blame me for.” 
My lips twitched in a smile as I breathed through the last of my stray tears. “You’re wrong, Trey. He does love me, and I love him. You won’t disturb my peace anymore, never again. I’m moving on, and I’m happy. You should be sad, and truly I feel sorry for you.” 
I took a step back to stand in between Chase and Malcolm just as security snuck up behind Trey. 
“I hope you choke in your sleep while you're dreaming of me. I fucking hope when you suffocate in your sheets that I'll be the last thing you see. Goodbye, Trey,” 
My hands shook at my side, something that Joe noticed so he gave them a reassuring squeeze. 
One of the security guards grasped Trey’s elbow to drag him out but he ripped it from the guy's grasp. Trey eyed all four of us, his gaze lingering on me a few seconds longer than the others before he spat on the ground at my feet. 
The old me would have let that bother her. But the new me simply smirked as I watched security escort Trey out of the building. 
Ethan came up to us in haste as he looked back towards Trey. “What the fuck was he doing here?!” 
Malcolm made sure that Trey was out of sight then turned towards Ethan, pointing a stern finger at him. “Do whatever you can to get that piece of shit blacklisted from any Hollow Souls shows in the future.” 
“Bad Omens too,” I nodded firmly. 
Chase cupped my cheek. “Sweet, are you alright?” 
Through tears, I nodded. “I’m okay. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”
“How do you feel?” He had a faint smile on his lips.
I gnawed on my bottom lip, really thinking about Chase’s question. 
Relief. 
This felt like a new wave of freedom. Something I’ve yet to experience in a long while. A new form. 
I looked back at my new friend and then at my brothers; my family.  Those who bring a sense of love into my life. We can make choices to care for the self and still be kind. I had so much to say to him. It felt good to release it- yet; still I killed him with kindness. Something he’d never dare show me.
You can care better for others from strength than weakness. 
At the expense of my own comfort. It’s a prudence with integrity that awaits the right moment to be brave. I felt brave. 
I was ready for my new beginnings.
Joe motioned behind me. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your bus.” 
While Malcolm and Chase hung back to talk more with Ethan about what happened I allowed Joe to lead me outside. The cool night air danced around me with a comforting touch and I let it ease my heated skin. As I made the walk towards where the bus was, Joe had other plans and dragged me to a bench at the back of the venue. 
“What?” I asked. 
“Sit.” When I didn’t move, Joe nodded to the bench behind me. “Sit down, Y/N. Take a breather. I can see the rage in your eyes and the vein in your neck is doing a weird twitch thing.” 
Instinctively, my hand went to my neck, rubbing at it, before sitting on the bench with a long breath; Joe doing the same. 
We let a long beat of silence fall between us and with the sudden breeze of cold air, I shivered and covered my bare arms suddenly wishing I didn’t wear the dress with skinny straps. 
“Cold?” Joe wondered. 
When I nodded, he handed over his jacket which I took gratefully. “I’ll make sure to give it back to you.” 
“Good,” he snorted playfully. “Because it’s my favorite.”
I chuckled while easing onto the bench, now warm. “About what happened inside with Trey-.”
Joe bumped his shoulder with mine. “Don’t even worry about it. I’ve been through something similar. I did love how you threw in lyrics from Clarity in Kerosene. ”
I rubbed my hands on my thighs, suddenly nervous. “Uh, yeah. Your album Reaper means a lot to me so it felt therapeutic in a way.” 
We sat for another long while, enjoying the quiet that shocked us for being in the middle of the city. It was in the middle of the night but neither of us was complaining. 
“It’s an honor doing this tour with you, Joe. I’ve been a fan for so long.” I smiled at him.
“Hey, the honor is all mine,” he ran a hand through his hair with a sheepish smile. “Hollow Souls has been on my playlist for a long time.”
A familiar memory of long ago crept into my mind of someone saying the same thing. 
“We're huge fans of Hollow Souls. Noah has your music on the playlist we play during the wait time for our shows.”
 “Ya know, someone else told me the same thing the first time I met him,” I said with a warm smile. 
Joe’s brow peaked. “Yeah? Seems like I’ll have to meet this someone.” 
Noah flashed in my mind now; his infectious smile, his bright almond eyes, and the sound of his laughter made my heart flutter. Even though he was hundreds of miles away, our souls were always connected. It was as if he was sitting right here with me. I could feel the ghost of his hand on my thigh and his lips on mine. 
“I love you, angel,” those eyes glimmered as he watched me. 
“Hm,” I hummed while bumping my shoulder with Joe’s again. “Maybe someday.” 
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As I stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying my long locks, I sighed in content and made work of getting ready. It was an off day but I had no plans, something I intended to keep so much so that I was dressed in a pair of Bad Omens joggers and a black crop top tank. My typical stay-home outfit. 
Just when I was about to load up my laptop to continue writing, there was a persistent knock on my hotel room door. It wasn’t Chase or Malcolm since they mentioned to me earlier that they were spending the day doing a joint interview and then getting something to eat. 
Some would think it was weird that I wasn’t going to an interview with them but Hollow Souls were all for doing our own separate interviews or joint. I did my fair share of solo ones, the same with Chase and Malcolm. I actually had one planned in a few days so I wasn’t too upset about skipping out on this one today. 
“Joe?” I asked while leaning against the open door. “What’s up?” 
He smiled while giving me a once-over. “Good, you’re dressed. Grab your things and let’s go.” 
“Go where?” My brows furrowed. 
“We’re not going to waste the day away inside. I have our whole afternoon planned,” Joe adjusted his hat. 
“You do, huh?” I chuckled while leaving him on the threshold of the open door so I could grab my things, not wanting to forget the small camera I brought along for this tour, and slipped on a pair of white Converse.
With the door closed behind me, I let Joe lead me toward the elevator where we waited for it. 
“There’s this sunflower field I was thinking we could check out,” Joe said. 
“That sounds nice,” I smiled while we both stepped into the elevator. 
“Hilary sent it to me this morning and said it would be a great place to clear your head with what happened last night,” he informed. 
“Did you tell her-?” I chewed on the inside of my cheek as the elevator descended. 
Joe quickly shook his head. “Nope. I only mentioned how you needed to clear your head.” 
“Thank you,” I breathed when the doors opened. 
For the next few hours, Joe and I enjoyed the peacefulness of the sunflower field. We laughed, we joked, and he told me about his life growing up as I did the same. He also told me about an ex of his that messed him up mentally causing him to hide away for a year. 
“I had to cancel shows because the depression and panic attacks were so bad I had to seek treatment,” Joe said as we neared the end of the sunflower maze. “I went to hospitals, sat with monks in Buddhist temples, and went to therapy. I was so mad that someone took years out of my life.” 
I smiled solemnly. “I understand what that’s like.”
“Therapy told me that I need to stop hating the world and hating myself. I found someone who showed me what love is and I’ll forever be grateful for her,” Joe said. 
“She sounds like a lovely person, Joe. I’m glad you were able to find your happy ending.”
We came to a stop in front of a large patch of sunflowers with him a few spaces in front of me. 
“Hey,” I called after him, beckoning him to turn around so I could take a picture of him. 
His black hood was pulled over his hat and a small bag crossed over his chest. Although he didn’t smile on his lips, I could see it in his eyes. 
“It seems like you found your own happy ending,” Joe noted. 
My cheeks burned as I waved him off. “Oh, no. Not yet. We’re not official.” 
“But you text each other every night at 10 o'clock to say I love you?” 
“It’s-,” I pursed my lips while looking around the field. “Complicated”. 
Being in an open field like this, the breeze blowing through my hair, made me remember the last time I was in a place of solace like this. 
Earlier that day. 
"Noah?" I asked while looking up at him through lashes.
"Yes, angel?"
"You have a cute nose," my voice was quiet. 
Noah tilted his head to the side. "My nose?"
"Yeah. It's just the perfect size for your facial structure," I booped his nose. 
"Did-did you just boop my nose?" Noah chuckled with a scrunched face.
"See!" I pointed to him. "You look so fucking cute; it's insane."
"Angel, literally.” 
"Mochi, literally," I mocked while sticking out my tongue. 
Joe’s soft voice brought me out of the memory and I blinked at me. “Hm, I’m sorry. Did you say something?” 
“Do you want to be with Noah?” He asked his question again while gripping the strap of his bag. 
“More than anything,” I answered without missing a beat. 
He shrugged. “Then what’s holding you back?” 
I licked my lips while shifting on my feet. “It’s not as easy as you think. After that party, so much happened and things were said that I can’t exactly forget. I was hurt and needed time away.” 
“So you just left?” 
Hearing the reality of what I did from someone else made the guilt eat away at my insides and my heart sunk low. 
“I needed to get my head together,” I defended while adjusting the black beanie on my head. 
“Do you guys even talk? Besides the usual 10 p.m. texts?” Joe asked. 
Not wanting to speak, I shook my head with a long breath. 
“Y/N, this might not be my place, but that wasn’t very fair of you to do that.”
I bit my lip, not trying to snap at Joe because all he was doing was being a good friend; something I needed. 
“My therapy session is tomorrow. I didn’t need it today,” I sighed while running my hands up and down my thighs. 
“My friend, you do,” Joe snorted. “Why are you so afraid of committing to this?” 
I played with the string of my joggers, really mewling over his question. Noah and I moved past all the bullshit and we’re ready to finally be together. So what was I so afraid of?
With a wobbly lip, I let out a shaky breath and met Joe’s eyes. “I just don’t want to disappoint him, I don’t want him to ever feel like I don’t support him or something.”
He squeezed my arm. “I don’t think you can. If you’re both more than aware that you’re human beings, Y/N.” 
“Understandable,” I nodded. “But I don’t want him to know how flawed I can be.” 
“It’s vital to face hard facts and choose to be present, honest, and mindful of what’s happening in the life of your relationship. You guys aren’t even official yet and you’re worrying about shit that you don’t need to.”
Birds chirping were muted by the sudden commotion of a group of people arriving at the sunflower patch but neither Joe nor I moved from the end of the maze we finished a while ago.
“You’re not robots, Y/N.” He began. “Erase any confusion or doubt surrounding your needs so you can learn to powerfully communicate your needs. You both need to talk. Get it out of yourselves, don’t curl up with shit alone. Don’t do that to him. Don’t assume the worst about him, especially when you haven’t even discussed things properly.” 
I crossed my arms over my chest while shifting all of my weight to one foot. “I never even noticed. In hindsight, I thought I was doing something validating. Turns out I hurt him numerous times, and he still did nothing but try to love me. Even when I wasn’t perfect. I left him alone in that hotel room because things became to real. I left him the night of the party because we both admitted we love each other. And I do. I love him, Joe. I love him so much. I want us to work. But I don’t understand why I keep leaving him. I don’t want it; I just do.” 
Joe gave me a warm smile. “I know, Y/N. You should talk to your therapist about this. I think she can give you more insight than I can offer but just know I understand. You need to approach Noah and this relationship with a loving spirit, believing that he will love you and we want to satisfy you in every way. That he is deserving of your love and kindness even if things feel too good to be true. Feel it out, you’re probably that good of a fit.”
I playfully rolled my eyes. “Joe, I don’t need another therapist.”
He snorted. “No, you don’t, but I’d like to think I’m your friend and I’m telling you, that doing this to someone you love isn’t fair. Noah deserves to communicate with you too. I haven’t met the guy or seen the two of you together but from what you told me I already know.  He fucking loves you, Y/N.”
“I love him too, so fucking much, okay? I do,” I admitted with tears in my eyes. 
“I’m not saying you don’t/. I don’t know everything but, from my experience and what I’ve learned, shit like this can ruin a perfectly good relationship because we simply don’t tell ourselves the truth.”
I cocked my head to the side confused. “Truth about what?” 
“About why you’re subconsciously running,” Joe said. “You’re scared shitless and this avoidance can lead to procrastination that delays dealing with damaging stressors on or within your relationship. It did until the pipe finally burst at the birthday party.” 
“Should I be paying you by the hour?” I joked with a small chuckle.
“If you want to,” he snorts. “No, but come on. If you want him to be there for you, to be your everything, then you have to give half as well.” 
“I know. I want to. I’ve been feeling so sick lately without him.” 
It was true. 
Noah and I seemed to have been brought together by this unknown force. The universe? Maybe: we didn’t believe in high powers, yet also knew we weren’t alone. 
Staggered over weeks, months, or years. In this time the pain of our separation was an act as a focusing lens. The point was to give each other time to see the purity of our love, to be sure that there can be only one lover for this lifetime. 
Seems silly, especially in this era. Yet, it’s how I feel. I just know.
I get almost neurotic to my knees. I know that I must get enough sleep. He made a sham of my pain. I feel like I blew a hole in my heart with an ice-cold magnum. 
Why, when he’s not around I feel lonely when there’s company around. I’m not lost, but I have been found. That level of emotional indifference is not a mark of superiority, but the reverse. I was always worth more, I just needed to educate myself as to how and why.
It hit me. My body yearned for the other half of me.  The lovers who are right for one another take away the other pain naturally, by virtue of who they are the strength of their loving bond.
I couldn’t wait to embrace him again.
Joe peered over his shoulder, noticing a group of people slowly reaching us so he motioned for me to start walking in step with him. “Of course you do. It’s like half of your entire body is ripped apart and begging for the other half back.”
I smacked his arm. “Yes, exactly like that! Even though we’re far apart from each other right now, I still know subconsciously what he’s doing without actually knowing.”
“Exactly. So you two need to talk together about what you’re facing. Discuss the realities and your key concerns. Listen to each other and reflect on what you hear for optimal understanding. Be curious and open-minded concerning each other’s ideas and solutions for relief and change. If you love him, meet him in the middle like you’re saying in the song, Y/N. Don’t just use words, act too.”
We reached the rental car and Joe leaned against the driver's door. “What do you want this song to do; to say?” 
My forehead creased as I put deep thought into Joe’s question. “I think I want to expose the vulnerability. I’m kind of like star light. Maybe it can guide the way to the ones who must travel by night. The ones who don’t know that there is something special waiting for you if you keep pushing forward.” 
Joe bumped his fist with mine. “I love that, a reminder for people. However, it’s not just about that.”
“No, no it isn’t,” I chuckled. “It’s special that we aren't so different, him and I. Somehow together we are balanced. As yin and yang, but a perfect match. All I want is for him to ask me to stay again, and I’ll always say yes.”
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The conversation between Malcolm and Chase was muted as we sat at the hotel restaurant, my food going cold a while ago. After my afternoon with Y/N at the sunflower field with our conversation and everything that happened last night, something was weighing heavy on my mind. 
Malcolm must have sensed it because he waved a hand in front of my face. “Everything alright?” 
My eyes snapped up towards him and I nodded. “Oh yeah, yeah I’m good. I’m just reflecting on that whole interaction last night. 
Chase hummed while resting an arm over the back of Malcolm’s chair. “We’re sorry Trey pulled you in the middle of it.”
“It’s fine but he’s a fucking piece of work,” I said. 
Malcolm took a long drink of his beer. “Yeah. He’s always been a piece of shit. It was like that for fucking years. Trey tried to dictate everything she did. What the band did. He was off doing what he wanted when he wanted. Y/N would fall into it time after time until-.” 
“Til Noah?” I asked with a hint of a smile. 
“Yeah,” Chase spoke next. “Have you  ever heard of Bad Omens?”
“I’ve heard their name and listened to a couple of their songs. But I’ve never seen his face until recently,” I said. 
“Did he send her a dirty photo?!” Malcolm’s eyes widened. 
“No!” I shook my head with a chuckle. “Y/N showed me a picture of him in braids.” 
“Oh, that picture,” Chase snorted. 
I continued again. “Noah has a great range and a good ear; talented guy. He seems crazy about Y/N from what she said.”
“Oh, he is. Shit, he’s over the fucking moon and back and everything fucking else. They have some otherworldly shit going on.” 
“Oh yeah? Think so?” I asked Malcolm. 
He shared a look with Chase, both of them smiling. “We know so. Noah made her fucking smile again. Laugh in a way we hadn’t heard in so long. He gave her confidence when she desperately needed it. Y/N became herself again. It’s been so beautiful to watch her hatch from the sick cocoon she was in. Last night was a terrific example. We’re so proud of her.”
“Yeah, that was something; the way she stood up to him. She kicked his ass. I may not have been around or anything for long, but that was awesome to see. I’d like to talk to Noah about it.”
Chase and Malcolm shared yet another look, the former's brows raised as he looked at me.
“You want Noah’s number? That’s a bit random, no?” 
“I just want to formally introduce myself,” I assured them. “To let him know how Y/N was last night and how awesome your record is.” 
“Is that all you want to let him know? Or do you want to make sure Noah knows that you’re not a threat? Because he knows you aren’t. And he also knows that Trey hasn’t come near her,” Malcolm reassured me. 
“No, it’s not even about that,” I leaned forward on the table to rest my arms on it. “I want to keep him in the loop, I have a feeling they’re still working out this what do I say or not say phase. Y/N’s become a friend now, and I’d like to also reach out my hand so he knows things are cool on our end.” 
I shrugged. “Plus, Noah deserves to know how badass she is and that she can take care of herself.”
After dinner, on my way back up to my hotel room, I had my phone in my hand as I worked out the message to Noah. 
Me: Hey Noah, this is Joe. I got your number from Chase and Malcolm. This is a little awkward but I wanted to introduce myself. I’ve actually listened to your band- you’re really talented! The acoustic version of If I’m There was killer, seriously. 
Now in my room, I sat on the edge of my bed to send another text. 
Me: I’m texting you because I’m sure you saw the video of what happened with Trey and Y/N. I will firstly say, she’s fucking awesome! And I’m honored to be on this tour with her and the guys. Incredible musicians and incredible people. Gearing back to the whole Trey situation, he showed up out of nowhere; but I feel it’s important to let you know, at least from my side, that Y/N kicked ass. She stood up for herself and I could see she felt a world of relief.
Only a few minutes went by when Noah texted back. 
Noah Sebastian: Hey Joe, it’s Noah. I’ve heard a lot about you as well. Y/N has been a huge fan of yours for a long time. She was stoked about this tour, and yes she is awesome. Y/N’s special to a lot of us. She’s a genuine person and has a heart of gold; Chase and Malcolm as well. I appreciate your kind words. That means a lot. You know how it is- especially in this industry. And I did see the video, unfortunately. You were there?
I quickly responded to Hilary’s text before typing out my reply to Noah. 
Me: In case she needed support.
Noah Sebastian: Right, thank you for that. I hated what Trey said, I wish I could have stopped it myself but I also know how important it was for Y/N to have closure. I’m so fucking proud of her. 
I let out a loud laugh when I saw the meme Y/N sent me but swiped away the message for right now, continuing to text Noah. 
Me: You should be proud. She’s awesome and she’s over the moon about you. From what I’m told you really lit a fire inside her, and that seems to be shining through. My partner did that for me when I found her and I’m sure it’s the same for you as well. So I just wanted to pass this along and formally introduce myself. I’m sure Y/N will bring this up to you but I wanted to show you how I saw it on my end. I hope we can meet soon.
Me: Oh, also. Hollow Souls new record is going to be sick. What they’ve been working on is sounding great.
I busied myself the next long while getting myself packed since we were planning on leaving in a few hours to head to the next city. Once finished, I realized that Noah texted me back almost instantly after I sent the last text. 
Noah Sebastian: For sure! Thank you so much. I wish I could be there. But, I understand it’s not the right time. I do hope soon we can chill at my place to shoot the shit. Thank you again for sending me a text. Very kind of you and I’m sure we’ll talk soon. I can’t wait to hear her new album. We’re all very stoked about it. We’re also close to releasing our record, I’d love for you to check it out! 
Me: Hell yes!
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“And if you and I can make it through the night,” I hummed while sitting in my bunk on the tour bus. 
My laptop was perched in my lap as I loaded up Zoom, clicking on Dr. Poulos’ contact. It wasn’t our usual appointment day or time but with what happened the other day, I felt as if I needed an emergency session. It wasn’t because of the negative parts but for the first time in a long while, I felt good. My spirits were high and nothing could wipe the smile from my face. 
“Well someone seems like they’re in good spirits today.” Dr. Poulos’ voice sang through my speakers. 
Her graying hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she had black glasses perched high on her nose. 
“I am actually,” I smiled, the kind of smile that made the corner of your eyes crinkle. 
She tilted her head. “Care to elaborate?”
I began telling her the entire story of Trey and my afternoon with Joe from top to bottom; from that night up until now. 
“I’m very proud of you, Y/N for standing up for yourself and closing that chapter in your life. And Joe seems like he’s becoming a great friend in the aspect of telling you things you need to hear.” 
“Yeah, he is.” I nodded. 
Although I was in high spirits before this meeting, something shifted in my brain and I began to stare at the keyboard of my laptop. 
“What’s the matter Y/N? You’re slipping into disassociating thought,” Dr. Poulos’ voice brought me back.  
“Nothing,” I had a tight lip smile. 
“Y/N,” she warned. “We’ve talked about this; you need to be open and transparent.”
Reluctantly, I nodded with a sigh. “Okay, well-.” 
When she motioned me on with a nod, I continued. “How- fuck this is embarrassing. How do I stop running away?” 
“Do you grasp that’s what you’ve been doing to Noah?” 
“I do,” I admitted. “But it hasn’t been intentional. I love him, I’m- I just don’t want to become my parents.”
Dr. Poulos’ gave me a small smile. “It’s great that you’re seeking to address this pattern. Building healthy relationships often involves understanding and addressing the root causes of our behaviors.” 
“I’m trying.” 
“It might be helpful to reflect on past experiences and identify any underlying fears or insecurities that may be contributing to your tendency to run away from relationships,” she adjusted her glasses. 
“I know it’s my mother, I know it is. Noah seemed to know it too since he was there that day she reamed into me,” I said. 
Her eyes lit up. “Yes, I remember that day. You were very grateful for him being there weren’t you?” 
“More than anything. He’s my safety when I feel like I have none,” I answered. 
“That’s wonderful Y/N. In Addition, I suggest practicing self-care, setting boundaries, and communicating openly with Noah as your partner, rather than your friend, which can help build a foundation for more fulfilling and lasting connections. I remember you telling me you finally admitted your love for each other,” Dr. Poulos couldn’t hold back the wide smile on her face now. 
“Yes. I do, I do love him and I don’t want to do anything to hurt him. Noah’s already so hard on himself with everything.  I don’t want to be one more thing he’s hard on himself about. I want to help, be his escape, and his safe haven. I want him to trust I’ll stay because I want to; I will always stay.” 
She wrote something down in her journal before resting her chin in her hand as she looked back at me through her screen. “I know, Y/N. You’ve spoken about this often.  Seeking support in this form can also provide valuable insights and strategies for breaking this pattern. I believe the two of you can and you won’t run.”
I ran a hand through my hair, the length becoming a big annoyance lately. “You know so much about this, Dr. Poulos. I don’t know the first thing. I want to be able to communicate with him. Not do what I have been doing.” 
“Y/N, it’s normal. It’s critical that before you speak to Noah, you suspend any assumptions or conclusions that put you at odds with him. You absolutely need to approach him by making a generous assumption; and by giving him the benefit of the doubt. This is what it means to be a team, even when you’re feeling distant. You keep loving even when you are feeling as if you are unloveable. You’re not going to do what you did with Trey.”
“Trey.” 
His name still tasted bitter on my tongue. 
“Yes,” Dr. Poulos nodded. “You got your closure on that chapter. Now this is a new one.
“I can’t shake the fear sometimes. The fear of the feeling coming at me all at once and messing it up,” I shifted in my bunk. 
“What I suggest doing when you are feeling upset or angry is to own your emotions and realize that they stem from your interpretation of the situation, not from the facts of the situation. Your fears and deep-seated beliefs about your own sense of inadequacy, unworthiness, or unlovability often lie at the root of all those negative stories you tell yourself about why life is happening the way that it is.”
“Woah,” I blinked. “That’s-uh-a great observation.”
Dr. Poulos narrowed her eyes at me while steepling her fingers under her chin. “I have an assignment for you.”
“Oh, come on! You know how busy I already am,” I joked with a wave of my hand.
She let out a soft giggle. “Yes, well, this will be fairly simple.”
“Take a moment to challenge your assumptions, and allow the possibility that something completely different could be true. Like that, you are loved! And that with patience and respectful communication, you can experience something exceptional with Noah. You said his album is coming out soon, this party could be a great way to try this. Have you thought about going?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said without missing a beat. 
“Wonderful Y/N, see this as an opportunity to vulnerably share something about yourself with Noah, be curious so that you, through this experience, can learn something with him, too.”
I’d be the first one to admit that at first, therapy wasn’t something I thought I needed. It was a waste of time to talk about my feelings with someone who didn’t understand. But right now, I was eating my words. 
“Joe was right,” I said after a few beats of silence. 
“About?” Dr. Poulos shook her head with confusion. 
“Discussing this further with you, thank you it helps,” I ended our session with a large smile. 
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“Not to be overly dramatic. I just think it's best. 'Cause you can't miss what you forget.” Joe sang into the microphone. 
I sat in my spot on the couch in the interview space, watching and singing along with a bright smile. 
“So, let's just pretend everything and anything between you and me was never meant,” he finished the song with a long breath. 
I, along with the interviewer, Jackson, clapped as Joe took a seat next to me on the couch. 
“That was phenomenal. We appreciate you being here with us,” Jackson beamed. 
My phone buzzed in my lap and with a glance downward, I felt my face warm at the name. 
Mochi 🍡: You look phenomenal, angel. 
“Thank you,” Joe nodded with a faint smile. “I’m sure I can speak for Y/N that we’re both glad to be here.” 
“It seems like the tour is going pretty well. Every show is sold out. How does that feel for you, Joe? I know Hollow Souls are used to this feeling,” Jackson said while fixing his notes, not looking at me. 
I tilted my head to the side, tongue brushing over my bottom lip. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
He finally looked my way and shrugged. “It's just that Hollow Souls is already pretty popular. You guys are used to playing in front of a sold-out crowd.”
“Are you saying that nothing, nowhere isn’t? Or did you forget that his last headlining tour had three back-to-back sold-out shows?” I questioned with a raised brow.  
“Well,” Jackson shifted in his chair across from us and looked at Joe. 
He merely ran a hand through his hair. “Number one fan.” 
“So,” Jackson cleared his throat. “Everyone online is begging me to ask you two this but what’s the dating situation? There’s so much chemistry between the two of you in the behind-the-scenes clips you guys post on Instagram. Everyone wants to know; are you two dating?” 
Joe and I shared a look then I made a show of rolling my eyes while crossing my legs. “Just because a male and female artist tour together, doesn't mean they’re dating.”
My phone buzzed again but this time, I opened the message to read it fully. 
Mochi 🍡: Tell him who’s boss, angel. You know who you belong to.
I cleared my throat while setting my phone screen down in my lap just in time for Joe to speak. 
“No, no. I’m spoken for.”
Jackson looked at me. “Y/N?”
“That’s my name, yes. Do you have a question about Hollow Souls or the tour?” I said with slight venom in my voice. 
Typically I didn’t mind interviews but every once in a while, I’d get an asshole of an interviewer that asked all the wrong kinds of questions. 
“Video surfaced online that Trey was at the show a few nights ago and it looked like the two of you were having an intense conversation. Is there a chance he’s joining Hollow Souls again?” 
My face twitched as something inside of me burned. I leaned towards Jackson with narrowed eyes. 
“Here’s what we’re not going to do; we’re not gonna focus on my love life, or personal life. I make art, not headlines. I’m cool because I'm me, and my band is cool. The art is what’s the focus, not anything else. I do feel as if people need to understand that having a private life is my right. I don’t feel comfortable sharing every aspect. Like I said, I make art, not headlines.” 
“That’s a bold statement to make. It comes with the whole fame territory,” Jackson tried to joke. 
“I refuse to allow this time in my life to be touched, tainted, or bastardized by anyone,” I finished while crossing my arms over my chest. 
While Jackson changed his direction and tone of questions towards Joe for the next couple of minutes, I bounced my knee as the anger continued to fest low in my gut until another text came in. 
Mochi 🍡: Fuck I love when you put douchebags in their place. You’re so sexy, angel. Fuck. I’m going to think about you bossing me around all night.
A hot flash of arousal took over every inch of me as I shifted in my spot on the couch, clenching my thighs together to curb the itch that burned there. 
“Everything alright?” Joe wondered when he saw the warmth on my cheeks. 
I cleared my throat. “Yep. Totally fine.” 
It would be so easy to call Noah to have our first phone sex but the thought of messing with him later sounded more fun.
“So, Y/N. I’d love to know what the future of Hollow Souls looks like?” Jackson questioned with a different tone. 
“See? It’s not that hard to ask questions that actually matter,” I teased with a smile. “But I don’t think we found ourselves because we always knew we wanted this style and this direction but we never really had the confidence to do that.” 
“With this record though, we finally have the assurance to know that we can make it work.”
“Is there inspiration behind this new album?” Jackson wondered. 
“I've always been really inspired by dark things and the supernatural for some reason. Ghosts, paranormal stuff, death, anger, sadness.” 
I gave pause when I realized that this wasn’t exactly a happy inspiration. 
“Well, anything that’s not happy basically inspires me, which sounds kinda messed up,” I admit with a laugh. 
“A lot of the new record, I wrote when I was having a really bad time mentally. I don’t like calling it depression but it seemed like that and I couldn’t pinpoint what my issues were, or what was wrong with me but I knew there was something wrong.” 
Joe watched with a proud smile and I knew that there were a few others back home watching with their own proud smile; my heart could feel it. 
“My problems weren’t tangible things, they weren’t things I could see or explain to people so in a way it was like they were ghosts or spirits that were haunting me,” I continued. 
Jackson rubbed his chin. “Why do you think that is?” 
I pursed my lips, thinking about my answer deeply. “I think a lot of people are afraid to put it out there and talk about it but we weren’t. I think that might be a big reason people have connected to the songs that have been released so far. I feel like for anyone who’s sharing feelings of topics like that, it’s a little bit scary but I feel it's more therapeutic and cathartic to write about that stuff, to talk about that stuff and put it out there. You feel better about it. To know that other people can connect to that makes you feel even better. As scary as it at first, it eventually just pays off and turns out to be good in the end.”
“Why do you think people can relate to it?” 
I shrugged. “I guess because our new album is pretty raw and honest. There’s a lot of topics people can relate to and I think it sounds pretty great, if I do say so myself. We’re pretty proud of it.”
Jackson leaned into his chair. “I would like to jump back to the haunting aspect of this album. Can you elaborate on what exactly is haunting you, if you don’t mind.” 
We’d be here all day if I did and frankly, it wasn’t his or anyone who was watching business. 
“I’m becoming a very private person as of late so I don’t need to go into the personal aspects of my life. Just know I’m moving past things, and I’m very content. Dare I say happy with where the future will be.”
Jackson nodded. “Fair enough. Would you say you’re hopeful for what the future will bring?” 
With a bright smile, I looked directly at the camera that had been pointed at us the entire time and winked. 
“Oh yes, more than hopeful.” 
Later on that night, when I was in the solace of the bathroom of the tour bus, I wore the skimpy red lace teddy I bought earlier. The necklace and bracelet glinted under the dim light as I extended my arm to take a variety of pictures; the sly smirk never leaving my lips. 
With four different pictures attached, I quickly typed out a message to Noah right on the dot at 10 p.m. 
Me: You were bold to text me earlier like that, mochi, I could barely contain myself. Here’s a little payback. Hope you’re all flustered and bothered, whatever you’re doing I suppose will have to wait. Dream of me. I love you.
Almost instantly, Noah texted back as I was swiftly changing into my pajamas for the evening. What I thought was one text became four right after the other. 
Mochi 🍡: Matt’s right next to me, angel. What if he saw this?
Mochi 🍡: fuck, my dick is throbbing right now but I can’t do shit about it. Consider this my karma.
Mochi 🍡: I can’t stop staring at the picture. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Beautiful. A true definition of an angel. 
Mochi 🍡: I’m going to call you in a little bit. I need to hear your voice. I need it. 
Switching off the bathroom light, I walked across the narrow hallway to climb into my bunk and under the covers
Me:  I’m going to bed early tonight. Maybe we can talk on the phone tomorrow. I love you.
By the time Noah responded, I was already in a peaceful, dark slumber.
Mochi 🍡: Fuck, I love you too angel. So fucking much. 
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"Wait," Joe shook his head at us. "You guys do this after every tour?" 
Malcolm nodded as he held the door open for all of us. "Every tour. It's become a Hollow Souls tradition."
As we all crowded into the small tattoo shop’s lobby, Joe's eyes brightened with the realization. 
“Oh, so that's why you got the tattoo of the anime character on your ankle.” 
"Yep, I smiled brightly. "Noah and I got them together on my birthday." 
The buzzing was loud in the tattoo shop as I waved at the owner who had no problem staying open late for us tonight. We finished the tour strong tonight with a hype crowd and with the adrenaline still buzzing through us, we decided to get the tattoos as soon as we left the venue. 
Joe shifted on his feet while running a hand through his hair. “You’re positive you want to get the Reaper album art tattooed?”
"This album helped me through some dark times in my life. I need to do it, especially with what happened last week. It’ll be a great way to remember a great tour and the new friend I made,” I answered while bumping his shoulder with mine. 
After we all checked in and waited, Chase ruffled my hair. “It’s almost 10 p.m LA time, sweets.”
"Shit!" I cursed while quickly whipping out my phone from my pocket. "I can't believe I almost missed it!"
Me: I love you, Mochi. Last night of tour went off without a hitch. Currently getting our typical tattoos. I can’t wait to show you what I get. 
I sat on the bed, exposing my left thigh to the artist after she laid down the stencil, and struck up a conversation with everyone as I waited for Noah to respond. Surprisingly, tonight it took him a long while to text back which made my mind wander to what he was up to. My heart didn’t ache and my stomach wasn’t filled with nerves which meant it wasn’t anything terrible. 
After my risque picture I sent him the other day, we never had the chance to talk on the phone, but I knew that it still affected him because any chance he could, Noah would send me risque texts throughout the day.
“Thank fuck,” I breathed when my phone buzzed next to me. 
Mochi 🍡: I can’t wait to see it, angel. Also, sorry it took me so long to respond. I may have taken Salem to the pet store to spoil him with a few things. I hope you know I plan on keeping him for a bit once you’re back home. Mal said you guys will be busy in the studio so no need for Salem to be home alone. I love you too, angel. 
“I would ask who has you smiling like that but it’s pointless. There’s only one person who can do that,” Malcolm snorted while his artist wrapped up his tattoo. 
I stuck out my tongue at him. “Noah told me he took Salem shopping.” 
Chase rolled his eyes playfully. “And you say he’s not Salem’s dad yet.” 
Before I could set my phone down, another message came through; one I read with a fast beating heart. 
Nick R : February 23, 2022. 929 Angelus Street. Turn Right on Luna Ave. Overnight valet is already handled. No, Noah doesn’t know when to expect you. Don’t be late, Cinderella.
Nick R: The theme is red. I think you know why. Do with that what you will.
Oh shit, that was in just over two weeks. Which meant I needed a dress. And new shoes. A new hairstyle wouldn’t hurt either. 
With a smile, I responded back to Nick. 
Me: We will be there! Unlike Cinderella, I have no intention of losing my shoe and missing my Prince Charming.
Nick R: Oh good! We are merely the mice. 
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CHASE
I grumbled under my breath as I scrubbed out the fresh red paint out of the dining room carpet. How many times have I told her to put a damn drop down? Y/N’s lucky I know my way around cleaning supplies and know how to get a stain out. 
Malcolm clicked his tongue against his teeth as he leaned against the wall, staring down at me as I continued to scrub on my hands and knees. 
“I must say, I love this sight of you. On your knees.” 
I snapped my eyes up at him. “Not fucking funny, Mal.” 
“I think she’ll be really excited for what Noah has planned,” he noted. 
“Oh she’s gonna lose it! In the best way,” I agreed while continuing to scrub. 
 “I think so too.” Malcolm placed a kiss on my lips before sauntering into the kitchen to get things ready for dinner. “How long do you think Y/N will be?” 
“Not sure,” I ran a hand over my buzzed head then threw in the towel; literally. 
“You know how she is when she’s let loose in the art supply store. I’d be shocked if she made it back before dinner,” I continued while hopping up on the counter. 
Malcolm began setting out the variety of ingredients and I reached for my phone next to me. 
Me: Noah, beware of paint all over the carpet.
Noah S: Already taken care of.
I showed Malcolm the text to which he smirked. “Did we expect anything less from him?”
Me: Good. Because even though I love her to the ends of the earth, paint is a fucking bitch to clean. 
Malcolm handed me a beer, one I took with a kiss of thanks, and slowly nursed it as Noah texted me back. 
Noah S: Here’s the address. I would love it if you and Malcolm come check it out. 
Me: Definitely. Let's plan for Friday?
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Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, eyes locked on the things scattered all over the counter, I found myself dissociating into thoughts of earlier today when we were in the studio. We had one last song to record before we started the final touches but this song was the most important. It needed to be perfect. 
I needed to be perfect. 
Which is why 
“Sweets you’ve gone over the verse we can meet in the middle at least ten times now. I think it’s good.”
Chase reassured me as I came out of the vocal booth with a scrunched up face. I did not like how my voice sounded which prompted me to do vocal take after vocal take. 
I fell to the couch in between him and Malcolm. “I need this to be perfect. I hate how my voice is sounding. It can’t sound like this. It can’t.” 
“It sounds amazing, Y/N! I promise,” Malcolm said. 
“I just-,” I ran a hand through my long hair and groaned. “This is so important to me. I want him to know I’m here. And I’m not going to leave him.”
“Noah knows sweets, he knows. He’s so stoked for this record. You know he’ll love it.”
I tossed my hair on top of my head in a messy bun, exhausted with the length. I needed my neck to breathe. It felt as if I was suffocating under the weight of it. 
“Fucking hormones,” I eventually chuckled while wiping tears from my eyes. 
Malcolm gave me a weak smile while rubbing my back. “Any pain today?” 
“A little but not much. It’s bearable.” I informed them. 
Chase nodded while squeezing my knee. “Ok, if you need a break let us know. Don’t push yourself too much. You sound beautiful.”
Salem jumped on the counter, breaking me from my thoughts, and immediately I brought him up in my chest. His green eyes stared up at me in wonder and maybe a little bit of confusion with what he saw.
“Did you have fun with Noah?” I missed you so much,” I cooed. 
Noah dropped him off while we were in the studio, us just missing each other by mere minutes. 
My fingers scratched at Salem’s neck, now realizing the bright red collar and new tag. 
“Oh, dad did in fact spoil you while I was gone. New collar, new tag, a bunch of new sushi toys. Not to mention the bed that can fit a 20 pound dog,” I chuckled. 
My shoulders went rigid when I realized what I just said. 
Dad. 
I just called Noah Salem’s dad. 
Swallowing thickly at the acceptance, I then looked at the new tag and felt my heart jump into my throat; heat spreading from the tips of my toes to my scalp.
Oh my heart. 
Salem Sebastian-L/N. 
And on the front of the tag were symbols I’d never seen before. “Huh, that's weird. What’s with the yin yang and eye symbol?” 
Biting my lip, I set Salem down on the counter and picked up my phone instead, quickly dialing the number I had memorized so long ago. 
Noah picked up after the second ring. “Hi, angel.” 
I twirled a piece of fresh hair around my finger while leaning against the counter. 
“Salem Sebastian-L/N huh?” 
A quick beat of silence. “Yeah. Figured he needed a collar with his full name. I think he likes me, he was quite needy. Is that alright?”
“Definitely alright, mochi,” I smiled into the phone. “Do the symbols have any meaning?
“You’ll know soon, angel.”
“Okay then. Keep your secrets,” I groaned. 
Noah’s infectious laughter made my stomach flip. “Will do, Frodo.” 
“I think we are due for a Lord of the Rings marathon soon. You down?” I bit the inside of my cheek, hopeful for his answer. 
“Always down, especially with you.”
I did my best to hide my excitement and was thankful Noah wasn’t here to see the way I jumped on the soles of my feet. “Wonderful.” 
There was a long comfortable silence before his rich voice came through the speaker. 
“I miss you. I love you.” 
I played with my necklace. “I miss you too, Noah. I love you.” 
“We’ll talk later?”
It was now him who had the hopeful tone. 
“Always,” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. 
“Okay.”
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Goodnight mochi”.
“Good night angel.”
As I hung up the phone, Chase and Malcolm both popped their heads into the bathroom. They had an approving smile on their face. 
“Does it look bad?” I asked self-consciously. 
Malcolm was the first to speak. “It looks really good, sweets. We’re proud of you.” 
“New Era coming, huh?” Chase asked. 
“Yeah,” I nodded with a smile. “Yeah I think so. I’m ready for it.”
“Well good. Because we are too,” he knocked on the wall before the two of them disappeared in their bedroom. 
Hooking up the blow dryer, I began to dry my now darker and shorter hair, humming along to a song that had been stuck in my head all day. 
“I was lost but now I’m found.” 
Salem jumped up onto the closed toilet seat, watching me with bright eyes.
“We’re not perfect but we’re proud of who we are,” my voice echoed in the confines of the bathroom.
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peterman-spideyparker · 10 months ago
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my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 1/5
Author’s Note: Hi! This is technically a combination of two ideas--one that I've had for a bit written in my idea notebook, and another I got about a week ago (mildly induced by me watching Gossip Girl for the first time despite knowing all of the major plot points). I don't usually do angst, but boy is it here in this series. Enjoy, and I apologize in advance if I make anyone sad.
Summary: You and Matt Murdock come from different worlds: Matt, the son of a prize boxer from Hell’s Kitchen, you the daughter of a clothing designer and doctor on Park Ave. Meeting in law school was just chance, just was much as you falling for your friend. But fate had different paths for the two of you that pulled you apart, and you felt pain with each tear. Now, just over ten years later, you two meet again by chance, and everything and nothing has changed.
Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, lingering love and fondness, canon-typical arguments, language, mentions of death (reader is a widow)
Other Characters: Elektra Natchios
Word Count: 1,807
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To say that Matt was annoyed with Elektra was an understatement. Pulling him away from a date was one thing, but pulling him away from a date to go to a ritzy gala? He was pissed. Maybe he wouldn’t mind it if he liked that kind of stuff, but he absolutely hates large crowds, people pretending to be things they’re not to look better than others. It’s just a place for the upper crust to brag. One of these things was the reason that he met Elektra in the first place; while their relationship had its moments in college, that is a moment he repeatedly visits in his mind with regret. There was absolutely no reason for Foggy and him to be there at that event—they were just two stupid college kids crashing a party, and it changed the course of his life. 
Even though Elektra made sure to get him a soft tux, it still felt like it was suffocating him. It was too much, and it was only adding to his discomfort and annoyance. He knows there’s a mission to focus on, but he can’t keep his mind on track. Matt half-listens to the plan Elektra is talking at him about as they stand with champagne flutes in hand, and just as she slips away into the crowd, he hones in on something that has to be a mistake. He puts down his untouched drink on a tray, slowly tapping over toward what has to be an anger-endured hallucination. But as he gets closer had he picks up a familiar scent, he knows he’s not imagining anything. Oh God, he’d never forget that smell. How could he the it’s attached to every memory he has of you?
“Angel,” he breathes. 
He can tell that it catches you off guard by how your posture changes, how your heart skips, and how your breathing increases. You turn slowly and Matt can sense how your eyes widen softly in surprise and something more. Matt listens to your heart flutter like a hummingbird’s as you try to keep calm and dull your buzzing senses.
“Matty,” you breathes, color rushing to your cheeks. His name sounds like honey dripping from your lips. He’s missed that sound. He’s missed you. So, so much. You clear your throat to regain your composure. “What a surprise. It’s lovely to see you here.”
“(Y/N/N),” he murmurs. Matt is simply shocked by meeting you here after ten years—he doesn’t believe his senses that it’s actually you. But it is. 
“Please,” you whisper, mildly embarrassed and suddenly very conscious of yourself as you dip your head and smooth your gown. “No one has called me that in years. (Y/N) is fine.” You sound as if you’re going to cry from nerves—definitely not how you had been just a minute earlier speaking with someone in the crowd. It might slip past someone else, but not Matt. He knows you, no matter how long you’ve been apart.
Matt’s face shifts from surprise to something he can tell you can’t quite put your finger on. “You . . . How have you been? I mean, I’d assume well judging by the scale of tonight and your role in it all.”
“‘Well’ isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.”
His brows furrow. “C’mon, (Y/N/N). Everyone that’s here is because of you and the work you’ve done. This . . . This is more than you could’ve ever dreamed of when we were at Columbia. You’re doing more than Foggy and I could hope to achieve in our entire career.”
“‘Well’ isn’t happy.”
“You’re not happy?”
You give him a sad smile. “I fit into the mold of the perfect Upper East Side darling: went to private schools, society debut, got my degree, worked to established a successful career, got married. Unlike my fellow wives of the Upper East Side, though, my marriage ended in death instead of divorce. Besides, this isn’t anywhere near the work I hoped I’d be doing. ‘Well’ is just a mask I have the burden of putting on everyday.”
Matt’s eyebrows pull down, his heart sinking to his stomach. “You’re not happy,” he breathes softly, pain and sadness painted all over his face.
“I’m not,” you admit, holding back tears to save face. “I haven’t been in years. We talked about it at Columbia—this life wasn’t what I wanted. I was naive to think I could have anything different. But at some point . . . My happiness stopped mattering. It wasn’t important. I just needed to become the woman I was expected to be, and I did.”
“Angel.” He moistens his lips. “Your happiness does matter. When you’re happy . . . (Y/N/N), it lights up the people around you. It’s infectious, it’s like sunshine, it’s . . . It’s why I fell in love with you in law school.”
That sentence is a knife to the heart, and the slight shift in your stance tells Matt that he knows what he just did was not the best move.
“It’s a shame it wasn’t enough to keep us together, then.”
Your words kill him, but no matter how they hurt, he knows they’re true. “(Y/N/N)—.”
“Do you know when I first fell in love with you, Matt?” He just looks at you as he holds on to his cane. Nervous. Fragile, even. “Two weeks in, fall semester, first year of Columbia. We were studying in the library, and it was late. You could tell I was losing steam and giving up, and you took my mind off things and cheered me up by balancing a ruler on that huge, beautiful nose of yours like a goddamn otter. The way you smiled when I laughed . . . That man who had a passion for the law, wanted to help those that needed it most, fiercely loyal, he’s who I fell in love with. He’s who I thought would stand beside me through anything. He just never felt the same, no matter much I wished he did.” That salt Matt tastes in the air tells him that you desperately want to cry right there in the middle of the party no matter who is around, but you catch the eye of someone else in the room—a silent savior in the conversation. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go mingle with guests. It was lovely to see you tonight, Matthew.”
“(Y/N/N), wait, please—.”
“I’m sorry, I have to go.”
Matt’s frozen as he listens to you walk away, interacting with the people at the party as if your conversation never happened. He feels a hand rest on his shoulder before it slowly runs down his arm and hooks in the crook of his elbow. 
“We need to go,” Elektra whispers. “Now.”
Gently tugging him along, Matt feels like he’s having an out of body experience. He doesn’t want to leave, not with you here, not when every fiber in his being is telling him to stay and catch up, talk, try and fix what was lost—what he broke—during your last year at Columbia. Unfortunately, his shock and awe at seeing you again is perfect for Elektra to use to drag him out of the building and into the car waiting for them, giving the driver a new address. 
“Well, I was only able to recover part of the files, thanks to someone getting distracted. But, I read some notes on a desk calendar, and the portion of the files that we really need are—.”
“Did you know this was (Y/N)’s company’s party? Did—.” His blood runs cold at the thought that crosses his mind. “Does she know what she’s involved in?”
“She’s not involved at all. One of the charities that her company supports is involved—someone higher than her has their signature all over the paperwork. She is in the dark.”
“Then we need to protect her. We—.”
“The best way to protect her is to take down the Hand. She’s fine, Matthew.”
“No, she’s not. (Y/N/N) . . . Tonight, she was like a ghost of the woman I knew in law school,” Matt tells Elektra. 
“She’s fine.”
“She’s not.”
“She made choices and is living with them. She’s fine.”
He feels shell shocked. Everything is telling him that that couldn’t have been you, even though all signs point to yes. “Those weren’t her choices. I could’ve been there for her—I should’ve been there for her to tell her that what she wanted was important and mattered more than what her parents thought. I . . .” He hangs his head in shame. “I let myself get distracted by something that didn’t matter.”
“Matthew—.”
“Her life could’ve been so different if I stayed with her. My life could’ve been different.”
“It would have been a life you hate. When you have someone like that . . . it doesn’t matter what you do. Their status will take precedence. Any life different than that that tries to mesh with it . . . It would go up in flames, no matter how hard one tries.”
“I could’ve made her happy, Elektra. I could have at least made sure that she was okay all these years, something. But I abandoned her. And I never told her why.”
“It’s not like she didn’t land on her feet. Besides, it never would have worked between you two.”
There’s something different in her voice that Matt can’t quite put his finger on, but it fills him with rage.
“You don’t know her like I do—did. We would have made it work, we could have done it. Status be damned, she—.”
“Your big heart is blinding you more than you already are. You don’t get it. It’s not just her social standing. You’re too different personality wise. Do you really think she could handle what you do in your spare time? Don’t you think that would shatter her, tear you two apart?”
“She’s part of the reason I started doing this!” Matt snaps. “She . . . Having any kind of relationship doing what I do is difficult. It wouldn’t matter if she was completely in the dark or out with me every night. (Y/N) would stay. It would work with us. I know it. She wouldn’t give up on me.”
He senses Elektra’s 180 shift in her demeanor. “Fine. You can have your movie moment with her, but you finish this with me first.“ She shifts in her seat. “I’m telling you it won’t last. You say I don’t know her, but I do, Matthew. And she will leave you broken because she never will be able to accept all of you.”
“You know, maybe she wouldn't. Maybe it wouldn’t last. But I wouldn’t forgive myself if I never tried to repair that bridge.”
“Your heart will always be your Kryptonite, Matthew. Mark my words.”
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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year ago
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You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man]
Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader
Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Original Female Character, Can be Kathy Westmoreland if you want
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4106
Summary: You’ve come to tell me something, you say I ought to know.
Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Reader Has A Name, Marriage, Cheating, Adultery, Affairs, Serial Cheating, Kissing, Nudity, Shower Stuff, Guilt, Angst, Hell Hath No Fury etc etc, Song Fic, You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man] // Loretta Lynn
Notes: Ive decided to use actual names instead of YN in these reader Fics x
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ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST
The suite was quiet as you entered, almost perfectly still just as your husband had left it. The curtains were closed though you doubted they’d even been opened today and the air conditioning was on making the room a crisp sixty-eight degrees. It made you shiver. After all, you had spent weeks back at home alone getting used to being in rooms that didn’t feel like a meat locker. Still, as the goosebumps formed on your flesh and the scent of his cologne hit your nostrils you were happy to be there. As you moved through the room you noticed your suitcase had already made it upstairs and though you knew you only had a small amount of time to get downstairs before Elvis went back on for his second show you didn’t find yourself rushing. No, even though you were happy to be reunited after weeks apart you wanted to at least look presentable so you heaved your suitcase up onto the bed so that you could rifle through it. However you had only managed to pull a couple of items out when you heard the door open and expecting it to be one of the boys you turned around ready to tell them you’d not be long. Yet when you looked around you found it wasn’t one of the boys at all, it was another woman, one you didn’t recognise.
She crept in, straightening up once she turned around and found you watching her, a blush on her sun-kissed cheeks.
‘Oh sorry,’ she mumbled, ‘I didn’t know anyone was in here.’
‘It’s fine. Can I help you?’ you replied.
‘No, it’s um nothing,’ she said dropping her gaze to the floor as she ran a hand through her blown-out brunette locks, ‘it’s fine I was just-’
‘Looking for Elvis?’ you asked which finally made her bright blue eyes snap up to meet yours, guilt swimming through them as they stared back at you.
‘No, uh,’ she said no doubt scrambling for an excuse yet you were quicker, having been down this road before you had learned to distinguish between the two types of women who circulated around your husband. Those who could be trusted and those who couldn’t. And those who couldn’t all seemed to harbour the same actions whenever you were around, watching you with wide-eyed guilt, dropping their gazes, or feigning stupidity or ignorance. Whether it was for your benefit or theirs you weren’t sure but sometimes, when Elvis wasn’t around, you grew tired of it. You grew tired of pretending not to know why a woman would be sneaking into your husband's private suite, not when you knew that there was no way your husband would’ve allowed her to come anywhere near his room tonight. No, he would’ve orchestrated it so that your paths never crossed which meant that her presence here was of her own choosing and so you decided to do away with pretences.
‘So what are you doing in his suite then? You’re aware it’s private, right?’ you challenged which appeared to make something change inside her, whatever coyness she had been going to attempt disappearing, an attitude in its place. Ah, you realised. She’s one of them. As you had become an expert in fishing out the woman who couldn’t be trusted you had also started to put them into categories. There were the innocent ones, the ones who fell for his charm and charisma like you had many moons ago and even though they knew it was wrong they succumbed all the same, guilt coursing through them at the mere thought of you. There were bold ones, ones who weren’t really expecting whatever they had to go anywhere but were making the most of it whilst they still had his attention. They too had guilt but it was different, rationalised that at the end of the day, he still chose you. And then there were ambitious ones, ones that had fallen for him too but now sought to lay claim. Ones that didn’t feel guilty because in their eyes you were the other woman, the one keeping them from what they wanted. These were the worst of the bunch, mostly because they almost always sought to make it sure that you were aware of their presence. Hence why she was standing in front of you. Indisputable proof.
‘If you must know he asked to see me,’ she said, folding her arms across her chest. You eyed her for a minute, musing over the fact you’d probably seen more fabric on one of your daughter's dolls than she was had on right now though she’d probably spent hours agonising over just what to wear. For both yours and Elvis’s attention presumably. As you finally caught her eye you found she was watching you exasperatedly, no doubt wondering why you hadn't torn into her. Wondering how you could remain calm when both of you knew what was going on. Sometimes you wondered how you could do it yourself but to see how your lack of reaction was getting under her skin you continued, the only words that you offered were, ‘Oh sure.’
‘He did,’ she said snappily making you smile.
‘Honey my husband is many things but he isn't stupid,’ you said moving back to your suitcase so that you could continue unpacking. To come here and goad you was one thing, to distract you from the task at hand was another.
‘What's that supposed to mean?’ she asked.
‘It means that he asked me to come to Vegas today. Do you really think he’d risk having another woman in his room?’ you said, turning around as you folded a dress over your arm. Her face went cold then, any trace of guilt wiped from it confirming your suspicions she had chosen to do this off her own back, ‘no. My bet is you thought now was a good time to come and tell me the truth right?’
You waited, looking at her expectantly as you continued to unpack. When she didn’t say anything, you sighed and said, ‘Well go on then. I haven’t got all day to wait around for whatever you’re gonna say.’
‘Elvis and I are dating,’ she said proudly, a smile tugging at her lips.
‘Is that right?’ you asked, finally stopping in your movements to look at her.
‘Yeah it is,’ she said, ‘have been for a while.’
‘Wow,’ you said sarcastically, ‘and uh, let me guess he loves you? Promised you the world you and you're just here to let me know before it all gets outta hand?’
‘It’s the right thing to do,’ she said.
‘And is dropping your panties for a married man also the right thing to do?’ you asked. You refused to show your irritation outwardly but it didn’t half stick in your craw whenever they laid on the martyr act. The girls-girl only looking out for your best interests, like they had been thinking of you and your family when they’d let him talk his way into their beds.
‘Look I didn’t have to come here. I didn’t have to tell you,’ she started making your irritation crash like a wave inside you, finally seeping out into your tone.
‘Oh but you wanted to right?’ you challenged, ‘that’s why you came looking for me when you knew I’d be here alone. Let me guess you’re just letting me know so I can plan ahead. Bow out gracefully, right?’
‘It’s better than being dumped,’ she scoffed.
‘True,’ you said, ‘but then again that would mean me allowing someone to take what's mine. And I can tell you now that'll happen over my dead body.’
‘He doesn’t love you anymore,’ she snapped.
‘Is that right?’ you mused, genuinely trying not to laugh. You knew it wasn’t funny, the idea of your husband lying beside this twenty-something and filling her head with the idea they had a future yet you couldn’t help but laugh. Because they fell for it every time.
You knew how of course. It was that same silver tongue that had gotten you into his bed, the ring on your finger, the marriage that you had. He had wormed his way into your life the way he did to theirs but there were differences because for all the promises he gave them, he gave you twenty more. For all the times he told them he loved them he made sure you were loved in every way possible. It wasn’t exactly painless, the idea that he could flout your marriage vows so easily would always hurt, but you had learned to deal with it because you knew that they didn’t mean anything, not really. Because time and time again you were the one he chose. Maybe you were a fool to let him. To turn a blind eye to it all. But when it was over, when he’d had his fill of whatever contact or affection he needed he always came back, more the man you married than before.
‘He told me he just wants out,’ she sneered, ‘he just doesn’t want to pay you your money.’
‘Honey,’ you said knowing full well your tone was fully laced with condescension but unable to care, ‘if you believe that you’re dumber than a box of rocks.’
She scoffed at that, her mouth falling into a tight scowl that made it look foreign against her pretty features. You sighed before you said, ‘you think I’m lying? More to the point do you really think you’re the first?’
At that her face flicked with uncertainty, your words calling into question whatever she had assumed to be fact, casting doubt she hadn't anticipated. It was cruel really and if she hadn't been so cocky, so determined to ruin your life, you might’ve even taken pity on her. After all, she was just a kid, one whose head had been filled with nonsense that she was too naïve to see couldn’t possibly be the truth.
‘Do you really think that if he wanted to go he wouldn’t just leave? That if he was so unhappy with me I’d force him to stay? He knows that if he doesn’t want to be in this marriage I sure as hell wont force him to be. And I'm sure whatever money he has to pay for our family he could earn back in a minute,’ you said. Again you watched as pain flicked across her features, guilt finally settling with her at the mention of your kids. Yet you didn’t let up. You refused to, ‘he has no intention of leaving me and whatever yarn he spins to get you into bed is between you and him. Hell darlin’, he’s probably as surprised as I am that it actually works.’
At that you offered a small laugh one that made her brows knit together as she tried to hold back whatever emotions she was feeling in front of you. It almost made you feel sorry for her. Almost. Yet you still needed to make sure she got the picture.
‘Elvis loves me and why his head may get turned every now and then he always comes crawling back, promising it won’t happen again until the next young thing in a tight skirt walks by,’ you said, ‘now a weaker woman would probably give up on him but I’m not weak and I sure as hell ain't gonna step aside and watch you ruin my marriage you hear me?’
She stayed quiet, that scowl still on her face though it looked as though it was holding back whatever she was scared to let burst out of her in front of you. Whether that anger or tears you weren’t sure. If anything you didn’t really care, you had said your piece. Though for whatever reason you felt the tiniest amount of compassion swill in you. After all, you were a seasoned veteran in the game of loving Elvis Presley, didn’t it fall to you to show her the ropes?
‘I will however offer you some advice,’ you said finally turning away from her and continuing with what you were doing before she came in, a slight act of mercy that allowed her to release the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. You heard it come out, shaky and pathetic, before her voice cut it off, her words coming out snarky as she replied, ‘Oh yeah, what's that?’
‘Don’t tell him you came here tonight,’ you said and as you pulled out a stunning blue dress, deciding that would be what you would wear at tomorrow night's show you heard her scoff.
‘Why afraid it’ll make him kick you to the kerb?’ she said, the scowl she had perfected back in full force as you turned around. You didn’t bother moving towards her, instead, you moved to the closet, sliding the door back until your husband’s vast wardrobe was on show, your dress slotting in perfectly next to his clothes, an action that made her eye twitch with irritation.
‘Oh honey,’ you said with a condescending smile, ‘it’s not me I’m scared for.’
And with that final remark she stormed from the room, slamming the door so hard behind her that the sliding door of the closet rattled in its tracks. You however couldn’t bring yourself to offer more than an eyeroll, her actions reminding you of your daughter who had a tendency to pitch a similar style of fit whenever she didn’t get her own way though of course she had the excuse of being three years old. You knew you should probably let it bother you. That the idea of another woman coming to tell you your husband didn’t want you any more should shake you to your core but it didn’t. You refused to let it because if you did it now you'd have to let it every damn time he conceded to be weak. And you refused to be weak too.
After that you busied yourself with unpacking and though you did head downstairs you made sure it was when Elvis was on stage, after all, there were things more interesting to you tonight than your husband's performance. Like finding out just who the girl was. That was how you’d come to find him on stage with her, laughing and joking as if nothing had even happened. And in an instant any thought you’d had about playing nice left your body because you had meant what you said. You weren’t going to stand aside and let her take him but now you were actively going to ensure she didn’t have the chance.
That thought came to you again later that night as you heard him call your name, the bathroom door opening as he said, ‘Lor, ya in here?’
‘In here,’ you called listening as he moved into the bathroom, clothes dropping to the floor as he went before you finally heard the glass door click open and then shut as his naked body slid in behind you, his arms ensnaring your waist.
‘Hi there,’ he mumbled as his lip met your neck.
‘Hi,’ you breathed sinking into him as he peppered kisses along your shoulder before you felt his hand snake down your slippery skin cupping your sex which caused you to shriek, ‘Elvis!’
‘I missed ya,’ he said as if it was your own fault not to have expected it.
‘I can see,’ you giggled wiggling your ass against his cock that was already growing rigid against you.
‘Joe told me you got here in between shows,’ he said his arousal not yet pressing enough that he felt the need to forgo chit-chat, ‘how come ya didn’t come down?
‘Oh I did but you know how it is when you haven’t seen folks in a while. I ended up bumping into people and we just got chatting,’ you said. That wasn’t untrue. You had spoken to some people, using carefully selected questions to get the information you craved without alerting them to what you were up to. You see you hadn’t been lying when you had told her to be careful. After all, you had done this dance a hundred times before and you knew all the steps. You knew if you challenged Elvis about his behaviour it would only get ugly. No, you needed to be smart. To orchestrate the situation so you got what you wanted but he was the one who felt like he had made the decision. And that was a skill you’d become an expert at.
‘Are they more important than me?’ he said and for a moment you were glad you were facing away from him, your expression liable to give you away as you thought about how he prioritised people in his life.
‘Of course not,’ you said, ‘but I knew I’d have you all to myself soon so I figured I’d play nice. Let them have you while they can.’
‘Ever the diplomat,’ he mused, his lips moving back to your neck for a moment. You knew now was the time to broach it, with him happy and pliant coming off the buzz of the show and the excitement of having you back. Yet you needed to do it carefully and so as he kissed you, you picked at your nails, removing the non-existent dirt from under them as you said, ‘but it wasn’t all bad. Actually, I got talking to one of your band members.’
‘Yeah?’ he asked, stopping his actions and resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched you carefully.
‘Yeah I don’t think we’ve met before though,’ you said, ‘they must be new.’
‘Yeah, there’s a couple of new faces around. We lucked onto some good talent for this season,’ he agreed.
‘Mmm, pretty too,’ you said, and though your words were casual you felt him stiffen, ‘I think her name is Kathy?’
‘Oh?’ he asked airily and though you could feel the heat of his blue eyes watching you you kept your face casual.
‘We had a nice chat,’ you said, ‘she told me you’ve really made this gig special.’
‘That right?’ he asked flatly.
‘Mmmhmm,’ you said.
‘Lori,’ he said ruefully.
‘I just think it’s a shame,’ you said continuing as though he hadn't spoken.
‘A shame?’ he asked confused.
‘Yeah well I know I said I didn’t manage to see the show before I came back up here but I caught some of it and well to think of her stuck being backing vocals when she could be great on her own is just a shame. Don’t you think?’ you asked.
‘Yeah,’ he said quietly, ‘yeah you’re right.’
‘I sure think so,’ you agreed. You could feel him hesitate behind you, no doubt trying to figure out exactly what you knew or whether to let it go but after a minute he pulled back and you turned to look at him for the first time since he had gotten in.
‘Everything alright?’ you asked with a frown that forced him to fake a smile and nod.
‘Yeah, I’m gonna get out okay?’ he said.
‘Okay,’ you said, placing a wet hand on his chest that he grabbed, taking it to his lips so he could kiss your fingertips. A feat that brought a genuine smile to your face.
‘Do you want food?’ he asked.
‘Yes please,’ you said.
‘Okay,’ he said leaning in to kiss you properly before he said, ‘take your time. I’ll order for us both.’
‘Okay,’ you smiled.
And then he was gone, moving from the room at lightning speed only just managing to throw a towel around his waist as he headed to the phone, yanking the receiver from its cradle before he punched in the number he wanted rather harshly. It didn’t take long for the line to connect, a sweet young voice saying, ‘hello?’
‘You told my wife?’ he asked in an angry whisper, listening to Kathy as she scrambled to sit up.
‘It wasn’t like that-’ she protested.
‘What the hell did you say to her?’ he snapped.
‘Not much I promise,’ she exclaimed.
‘How could you go behind my back like that?’ he said angrily.
‘But I thought-’
‘What that if you meddled in my business I’d just fall into line? That I’d just up and leave my wife because you’d decided you’d had enough-’
‘No of course not!’ she cried.
‘Because that’s not how this shit works you hear me? And if you don’t get that then maybe I was wrong about you,’ he spat.
‘Elvis,’ she whispered but he was on a roll. Too angry to bother listening.
‘You know what? We’re done,’ he snapped.
‘Elvis-’ he heard her whimper but he had already slammed the phone back onto the hook anger bubbling through him until he heard you say, ‘was that room service?’
‘What?’ he asked turning to find you standing in the bathroom doorway, unaware as to how much you had heard though on the off chance it might have been nothing he said, ‘uh no… the uh line was busy.’
‘Shoot,’ you frowned.
‘It’s okay,’ he said, ‘I’ll call down in a minute.’
You smiled and nodded, padding into the room and climbing into bed dressed in the nightie you had donned in the time since he had left the bathroom. Elvis watched you, wondering how you could be so calm when he was sure that you knew if not all at least some of it. As you offered him a sweet smile he felt his heart tug, the guilt creeping in as it did every time. He moved to throw his towel on a chair in the corner, changing into the pyjamas you’d lovingly laid out for him like the good wife you were. As he slipped in beside you, allowing you to cuddle into him for the first time in weeks, that thought consumed him.
He didn’t know why he did it. How his head could get turned time and time again when you were all he could’ve ever asked for. You were the perfect wife, the perfect mother, a friend, a lover and yet he never felt satisfied. Time and time again he’d think that the grass was greener only to find that they weren’t you. And so he’d come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. At least he used to, now it was this complicated dance the two of you did. The one where you pretended not to know what he had been doing so long as he nipped it in the bud when you asked. It was a flawed system but it was one that seemed to hurt you less. And if he couldn’t stop himself from hurting you, he’d at least try and make it somewhat better. He knew he was weak but he could give you that much. Which is why when you looked at him with knowing eyes and words that hovered around accusation but never landed he knew it was time to move on.
‘You know I’ve been thinkin’,’ he said clearing his throat which made you look up towards him, ‘about what you said.'
‘About what baby?’ you said laughing to yourself how you made fun of his floozies for feigning innocence when you were better at it than any of them.
‘Ka-’ he said stumbling over her name and instead opting for, ‘my backing singer.’
‘Oh?’ you asked, your fingers playing with his chest hair as you waited for him to tell you what you knew was coming.
‘Yeah, you’re right. She’s talented…maybe she’d be better tryin’ to get her own solo thing goin’,’ he said.
‘Oh no doubt,’ you agreed.
‘Maybe I’ll give one of the talent scouts in LA a call tomorrow,’ he said hesitantly, ‘help her out ya know.’
‘Why aren’t you sweet,’ you mused, your nervous heart finally settling as everything clicked into place. You knew it was harsh. You knew that you should’ve just been satisfied with him breaking up with her but as you pictured her smug face, the one that had expected you to roll over you couldn’t help but smile.
‘I just wanna help,’ Elvis said.
‘Well I’m sure it will. Sometimes people just need a helping hand you know,’ you said.
‘Yeah, I know.’
Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere,
For you to get to him I'd have to move over and I'm gonna stand right here,
It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can,
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.
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chronosh0t · 7 months ago
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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: canon-divergence ; Lee's pov ; sfw ; slightly angst. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 〔 NO BETA 〕
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: what if Lee got stuck in a loop? it's based on this tweet I posted weeks ago.
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It has been so long, too long to count. Nonstop fighting for an end that is far from near, for a thin lay of hope that may or may not come out of the cruelty of reality. The light it's too dim, the air is too heavy, toxic and corrupted, no matter how deep every breath is, it never makes him feel better, less relaxed. Less lonely.
His hands are tired, his legs are having a hard time trying to keep up and his M.I.N.D is completely numb over time. Losing sense, and every single moment that peace seems to greet him, it flies past him as fast as one of his bullets. Breaking him in the silence of rejection, in the middle of the tower where escaping is not an option. For how long will this keep going? He does not know. And, to be fair, he doesn't want to know either. The crushing weight of having a clock ticking, counting what's left and what's yet to come, is not pleasant.
So he opted to ignore it. He made the decision, that day, to do the job only he was able to do. Because that was his sole purpose, at least for now, as much as he wished to change this twisted fate, it wouldn't be fair for those outside. If he was the only one capable, then so be it. Sacrifices must always be done. Be it time, or his own life. Just for the illusion that outside everyone is safe. He will stand over and over, shoot his gun, kill whoever or whatever gets in his way, for a slim chance.
There are short moments when everything is quiet, when not a single cry from despair could be heard, except for his erratic breathing, his feet dragging him to the stairs to finally take a seat after hours of battles and the loud noise of his weapon against the floor. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before taking a small device to call them. He just wants to have a few minutes to talk. Hoping. Wishing.
The call makes it through, and two faces greet him, smiling happily. The girl in red breaks the silence first.
ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while, Lee.” she stops, as if pondering if it's plausible to ask about his condition when it's obvious. “How are things on your side?”
ㅤㅤㅤ“Nothing new. The fights are endlessly annoying but, it's fine. I'm fine.” His voice cracks at the end, how terrible he has been at lying lately, or maybe he is too tired to pretend. Lee knows his teammates are aware of his state.
ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee…” the soft voice from Liv seemed to echo inside the tower, he nods and smile, “I know it's useless to say but, do please take care of yourself. I also know you're capable but.. We are worried about you. Especially Commandant.”She finished, her pink eyes showing great concern.
ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant is a bit busy now. We would've called him but I know you have your ways.” Lucia explained, a chuckle escaped from her mouth.
Lee laughs at that. Indeed, he has his ways to contact his Commandant. “Thank you, I really mean it.” He finally spoke, the bitterness can be tasted, smelled and felt. Too heavy. “My time is running out. When I get another break, I will try to contact you guys again. Please take care.” He smiles again, and ends the call.
There's never a “goodbye”. Because he doesn't want to think about an end. As much as he is tired and his frame is at its limit on par with his M.I.N.D slowly losing complete focus from time to time, more often than not, Lee would reject the idea of a last call with his friends. That won't happen. He refuses to let that be part of his reality.
More often than not, he finds himself considering giving up and leaving, letting the wheel of destiny decide his punishment but there's something, someone, that keeps him from doing so. Or more like a “possible future”. Where there's no one, when the person he has come to cherish a little bit too much is no longer by his side, where his teammates are no longer walking with him but just a name in a marble stone. That was scary enough for him. The weight it's too much again.
His break is about to end. Taking a deep breath, he takes his device and taps a message and presses the send button, with the same address. For the same person. With the same words. He can feel an insufferable pain packing up inside his chest, filling the space between his ribs, crushing his artificial heart. He is shaking. His eyes are burning and tears are building up, but it's not the time.
It has never been. It probably never will.
He stands up, weapon in his hands. Time is running and it will never stop, no matter how many times he goes back, no matter how much he wishes and hopes, because time has never cared for that. So, for now, he just needs to keep going, and maybe one day, time will stop for him and he will be able to go back home. Go back to his friends. To his Commandant and be part of Gray Raven again.
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The digital screen beeps at the new message. He knows who sent it, and it's the reason he is also a bit reluctant to open it. He is always afraid it will be the last. His fingers trace the screen before lightly pressing over the email icon. A small text shows up, saying:
ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while. I know Liv and Lucia are there to take care of you, but I've got to know you enough to understand you're a magnet for troubles. So, don't do anything stupid.
ㅤㅤㅤ I don't have much time, there's nothing new. I am doing as fine as I can, you don't need to worry (I know you will, but don't let my situation distract you from your job, Commandant).
ㅤㅤㅤ ………… I miss you. I miss you a lot. It even hurts a bit sometimes. But I'm always hoping. Hoping that one day I will be by your side again, seeing you smile, holding your hand. I miss your warmth. The idea of going back to you, to Gray Raven keeps me going.
ㅤㅤㅤ I have to go. See you next time.”
And without knowing, despite the distance between them, tears were shed at the same time. Because time was the only thing connecting them.
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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months ago
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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Eight
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Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews
Summary:
Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 
Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 
Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 
Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...
A/N: The tag list is open!
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Chapter Eight ~ Nothing But Lies ~ Andy/Leia
Andy 
I feel like I have been here before.  
I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before.  
The pain in my back is getting worse the longer I stay in this position. I finally pry my eyes open and am blinded with pain. Why is my room so bright? And why am I so uncomfortable? I blinked a couple of times and realized, I’m on my couch.  I slowly sat up. What the fuck happened?  My mind runs throught the previous night. I remembered watching Leia and Jeremy and then heading to the Red Line. I frowned as I remember Stella being there but then, nothing really.  
“Oh, you’re wake.”  
I snapped my head up (which was a terrible mistake) and saw Leia coming down the stairs, fully dressed. Oh shit, there was a game today.  I scrambled for my phone before Leia stopped me.  
“Its ok Andy, its only eight. Practice is at ten. I’m going to make some coffee.”  
I sat back with my head on the cushions. Fuck, being hung over for the second time in three months is not a good look for a captain of an NHL team. I took a moment to breathe before Leia came back in with two mugs. “Thanks,” I muttered.  
“Wanna talk about it?” She took a sip, looking at me.  
“I’m fine.” I took a sip and avoided her gaze.  
“Ok, why are you getting drunk the night before a game? That isn’t like you, Andy.” The look on her face was breaking me. But how can I tell her?  How can I tell her that her new boyfriend is a tool bag and I’m so in love with her, it kills me to see her with her.  What do I say? How do I tell her about what I overheard in the locker room a couple of weeks ago.  
Two weeks ago... 
“That is such a sweet shot you took on Ullmark,” Luke said, laughing as he and Andy walked down to the locker room.  
“It’s all in the wrist,” I replied with the pretend flick of the wrist.  “Are we heading to the bar after?” 
“Yeah, Cubby said she’s be our designated tonight after the game.” Luke high-fived me when they heard laughing coming from the locker room. They were about to burst in when they heard Swayman’s voice.  
“Dude, she had a thing for me.  When I was talking with her on the plane, she was playing hard to get. But I know, she’s into me. I’m gonna ask her out.”  
“You really want to ask out the assistant captain’s sister?” Andy could hear it was Ullmark. “Is that wise?” 
“Why not? You heard Andrews.  He gave his blessing.”  
“That’s because he doesn’t know your reputation.”  
“He knows.  I’ve been with him at the bars and stuff. He was just as bad before he met Miranda.” He heard him chuckle. “I just want a taste. She is sexy as hell and I can feel like she is a devil in the sheets.”  
“You better make sure that Barber and Andrews don’t hear you talk like that about her.”  
“What is Barber going to do? He’ll ruin his friendship with her which is ok by me. I just want a piece of her. Fuck her and leave her. Make it look a mutual thing so there’s no bad blood. Trust me, I’ve done this before and I’ll do it again.” 
It took everything in Andy to restrain Luke.  
It took everything inside of Andy not to tell Leia. 
Present 
I lied.  
“Fiona called and she was trying to convince me we should make another go at it. I told her to fuck off but it messed with my head. Got to drinking to numb the feeling.”  
I lied big time.  
“Oh Andy,” Leia came to sit next to me and held my hand.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” She leaned over my shoulder. “She is the worst.”  
I never wanted the feeling of her body pressed against mine to ever stop. “Yeah, I know. I’m not even sure why I answered the call.” I am a complete asshole for lying to her but the truth would hurt her more and I can’t do it. 
“Well, I’ll be home tonight after the game. You don’t fly out until tomorrow so we can relax tonight, ok?” She gave me her smile, the one I go weak over.  
“It sounds like a plan, Princess.”  
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I have to remind myself that he is my teammate and I can’t fuck with that. It would screw everyone else and I can’t do that.  
But boy, do I want to.  
Practice went as practice goes but my head was not in it. Warm ups for the game are the same and I know everyone can see it.  Its obvious, especially when Swayman looks at me with concern. “You ok, Cap?” 
“I’m fine,” I mumble, lacing up my skates. “Leia told me what happened.  Thanks for helping her.”  
“It’s no problem.” He frowns. “But everything’s ok?” 
“Fiona called.” Yep, maintaining that lie. “It just got to me. I just want to skate.” I pushed past him and start taking laps on the ice. I know Luke knows the lie because Leia told him. But I can’t face him. I can’t face anyone. My heart is broken right now and I just can’t do it.  
The game is a tire fire right from the start.  
I can’t focus. I just see Leia and Jeremy and the happiness on her face and it makes me sloppy. So sloppy that coach has to bench me in the third period, probably for safety reasons. I sat there, watching the game, knowing that if we lost this, it would be my fault. Luckily, Luke was able to take control of the team and pull out the win.  
I was sitting in my stall, trying hard not to show emotion. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Leia. I just wanted to be with my girl.  
Fuck.  
She's not mine.  
I’m still totally fucked.  
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Leia 
15 Weeks 
The last few weeks with Jeremy had been amazing. He is such a gentleman. We had the road trip right after for ten days and Jeremy made it a point to sit across the aisle from me so we could talk. He would carry my bag when we got off and made sure that Stella and I are safely in our rooms. In the mornings, he would bring me a tea, make sure my gloves were on and then hang out if he was done for the day.  
We would go out every couple of days, some days I just can’t from how tired I was. I still hadn’t told him about the baby.  I spoke with management and they agreed to modify my duties but it was up to me on who I told.  I love the Bruins.  
The only thorn in my side is Andy.  He’s been distance since my first date with Jeremy. Not just distant but angry even a little hostile.  I’ve noticed that sometimes he is sharp at practice with his teammates, especially Jeremy. Its so unlike him.  I decided to text Luke to see if he knew anything.  
Leia: Do you know what’s wrong with Andy  Luke: No  Leia: You are so helpful  Luke: Seriously, I’ve asked and he says nothing  Luke: You know Fiona called  Leia: its still from that?  Luke: I guess so  Leia: I guess I’ll talk to him to see what’s up 
I frown at my phone. Its near 8 pm and Andy still isn’t home. Its weird for him not to come home after all of his meetings and stuff but lately he’s been coming home later and later. Sometimes, especially on days when I got out with Jeremy, I won’t see him until the next day.  I decided to cancel plans with Jeremy and head home.  I sit in the living room, reading when I hear his car pull up. He walks in. “Oh, hey.” 
“Hey Andy. How was your day?” My voice is super sugary sweet and Andy narrowed his eyes at me.  
“What’s going on? Why are you talking to me in your ‘I’m pregnant and don’t feel good so can you help me’ voice?” Andy crossed his arms over his chest. Normally I would find this very attractive, because he’s still in a dress shirt and slacks, and fuck, focus Leia! 
“Just realizing that I haven’t seen you around much.” I smiled softer at him. “I missed hanging out with you.” Andy snorted and went to grab a beer. He had been drinking a little more than usual. “What? Don’t you miss hanging out with me?” 
“Of course, I miss hanging out with you.  I didn’t realize that you and Swayman were not serious and that you would be home more often.” He took a long pull.  
“Jeremy and I are fine. What is the matter with you?” My tone was sharp.  
“Me? I’m not the problem. I’m giving you space to grow in your relationship.” He raised his hands and move towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”  
“You can’t do this Andy.  We live together, we’re roommates...” 
“Yes, Leighton, we’re roommates. Doesn’t mean I have to share everything with you or acknowledge your relationship.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.  “Oh, here we go, the crying.”  
“You’re being such an asshole right now Andrew.  You are not like my best friend right now.” I wiped at my eyes furiously.  
His face turned angry. “A best friend? You want me to be a best friend to you. Fine! Jeremy is not this great guy you think he is. He’s a douchebag and a womanizer. He’s going to hurt you and you’re just planning your entire future with him and your kid.”  
“You’re just jealous because I’m finding happiness with him. I’m moving on unlike you!” 
“That’s rich, moving on. You’re not going to move on with Swayman.”  
“That’s not your decision!” 
“I’m not deciding anything. Its facts; you’re not going to find what you are looking for with him.”  
“Stay out of my life Andrew. I’m happy and that’s all that should matter.”  
“He’s going to hurt you and I’ll be left to pick up the pieces again. Just like your high school boyfriend and just like Bret.  You can’t even see what’s right in front of you. You keep choosing fuckboys when you could have something better.  I don’t know why I would think you would look at the bigger picture with Swayman. He’s a fuckboy hockey player just trying to sleep with you so he can say I fucked my teammates sister. You are just a warm body to him and you’re too stupid to see it.” His words vibrate against the walls and his face falls with realization. “Leia...” 
My heart cracks at his words, his mean and awful words.  “Fuck you! I fucking hate you!” 
I ran past him up the stairs and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I slide down to the floor and sobbed. I’ve never had a real fight with Andy but he’s so wrong. Jeremy and I are just starting. Things are different this time and I know it.   
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I woke up the next morning, my eyes sore and raw from crying. Its still early but I can’t face Andy again. I got up to shower, using the hot water to loosen my muscles. As I’m drying my hair, I stand in front of the mirror and gasp.  
Between my hips is now a distinct bump. I grab my phone and check my pregnancy tracker. 15 weeks, one day. My bump popped and now there is no way to hide this. I can get away with it while I’m out because of jackets and scarfs but at work I tend to wear leggings and sweaters. I run my hand over my belly as I stare in the mirror.  Hi baby, I croon softly.  I move to open the door to tell Andy but I stop.  
He lost the right. 
I sneak out the house and head to the coffee shop for my morning tea and muffin. I work on my notes for work when my phone chimes.  
Jeremy: Morning beautiful  Leia: morning handsome  Jeremy: so since we bailed on dinner last night, can we try again tonight  Leia: I would love to 
I smile as I think about the date with Jeremy. And then my smile falls. I don’t know how I can hide my condition.  I have to tell him about the pregnancy. But maybe I should wait.  
Perfect. 
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Andy isn’t home when I get there so I take advantage of it and start getting ready. I put on a fit and flare type dress with stockings and booties. My nice coat and scarf will hide my secret until I’m ready to talk to Jeremy.  He’s prompt like always and we head out.  
I’m nervous because this is like date four and every romance book has told me that by now, the man is hoping to get lucky.  And I would, I totally would follow this except I feel so uncomfortable in my body.  Having Andy and Stella tell me all the time that I look gorgeous is just getting to my head. What if he is grossed out about my body? What if he finds me repulsive? My mind is spiraling.  
“Everything ok Leia?” Jeremy smiled at me as he placed his big hand on my thigh. His finger are long and I can feel the warmth, strength and roughness in them.  A hard working man.  
“Yeah, just upset about Andy is all. He’s still being closed off and that’s unusual for him.” There was no way I would tell him what Andy said.  That would be just asking for an argument.  “He’s never been so distant before,” I say before smiling.  “But, I’m going to let it go because I’m excited for our date.”  
“Good.  I was thinking of just going to Lou’s for pizza and North Park has those Christmas lights up. Could be really pretty. “His fingers are dancing over my skin and it feels so good and distracting.  
“Sounds like the perfect night.” God, I am falling hard for this man.  
After pizza, he drove us to the park for the festival of lights. As we are climbing out, Jeremy hands me a soft ball.  I look at him curiously. “Because I know you forgot them.” I open the bundle and its a pair of mittens. I blush because I did forget and I look down.  Jeremy touches my chin to lift my head. I look into his eyes and all I see is kindness.  “Its ok, beautiful. Its our thing.”  
Our thing.  
Swoon.  
As we walk around, all the twinkling lights are setting a mood of romance. An aphrodisiac of scents fills the air from the food stalls. Jeremy gets some hot ciders to keep our hands warm as walk trough. “Ok, Halloween or Christmas?” he asks. 
“Christmas. I don’t like to be scared.” I shudder at the thought. “Plus why does it involve so many spiders and clowns. Spiders are poisonous and they are creepy.  Clowns... well, clowns eat people and just no.” I take a breath and look at Jeremy’s face. His face is surprised and unmoving.  “What?” 
“That is the most passionate speech I have ever heard about Halloween.” He burst out laughing. I huff with mock indignation and cross my arms, hip jutted while he is bent, hands on knees trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says wiping his eyes. “Sweetheart, are you afraid of spiders and clowns?” 
“It’s not funny.” I pouted at him and begin to walk away.  
“Sweetheart!” Jeremy chases after me and pulls me to him. “I’m sorry,” he says with puppy eyes.  
I can’t be mad at this man. “It’s ok,” I say softly.  
“Let me make it up to you.” He smiles. “Let’s go back to my place, I’ll start a fire, some hot cocoa, we can cuddle on the couch.” He kisses me softly. “What do you say beautiful?” 
Shit. He’ll try to touch me and he’ll know. He’ll know and I’m not ready.  I’m not ready for this bubble to burst. “I would love to but I have a six am call with a club in England. I need to be up early and presentable, at least, from the waist up.” I smile.  “But that sounds amazing. Maybe another night?” 
“Of course, sweetheart. I like that you are working to conquer the world.” He kisses my cheek and whispers, “maybe one night I can dominate you and take you to places you never knew existed.”  
I blush as he gives me a sexy smirk. Refusing this man is hard.  
And I don’t know how much longer i will be able to delay it.  
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Its been a week since Jeremy has asked me to go home with him and I know now my time is up.  My baby belly is growing and I don’t want to lie to him.  I ask him to lunch and he said he would meet me at a cafe near the house. I bundle up as the falls weather has now turned to the colder side.  It also helps with the bump hiding mission.  I’m putting on my coat when Andy walks by.  “Going out?” 
“Yep.”  
“Princess...” he face falls at the lack of energy in my voice but I don’t want to hear it.  
“Nope.” I walked out the door and drove to the cafe.  Jeremy is sitting there in a hoodie and jeans, his black peacoat over the chair.  He looks like a goddamm snack.  “Hey!” 
“Hey sweetheart!” He gets up to kiss me on the cheek. “Its cold today.”  
“Yeah, winter is coming,” I say with a giggle.  
“Nice,” he smiles.  We order and chat but the more I chat the more i start to get nervous. I mean, how do you tell the man you are seeing that you are pregnant with another man’s baby? Now he can tell something is wrong because he asked me something and I completely spaced. “I’m sorry, what?” 
“Leia, you are a thousand miles away. What’s going on?” 
I take a breath and hope for the best. “I need to tell you something.”  
“Okay,” he says slowly.  “You can tell me anything.”  
“So, I’ve been dealing with some life altering news for a few weeks now and I didn’t know if I should tell you earlier because I hadn’t finished making some decisions.”  
He frowns. “Is everything ok? Are you sick?”  
“No, not sick. Just... pregnant.”  
Swear I feel like a pin could drop and I could hear it. Jeremy’s face froze and I know, this is the end. Finally, he says, “you’re pregnant?” 
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I didn’t know if I was keeping it or what I was going to do but I decided that I wanted the baby.  I’m sixteen weeks pregnant. I told management last week but I needed to wrap my head around it and I needed to tell you because I know you want more with me and I just couldn’t while lying.”  He still sitting there, not moving a muscle. “Say something, please.” 
“Wow.” I blink, not sure what he is going to say.  “I mean, wow, that’s big news.” He takes a long sip of his drink as I try to blink back tears.  
“I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me...” 
“No, that’s not it, sweetheart.” He takes my hand.  “I just need a moment to process this.” He smiles. “You’re gonna be a mom.”  
“Yeah. Its big but I’m determined to give my baby the best life.”  
He smiles. “Anything I can do to help, ok? Just let me know.”  He cups my cheek. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”  
Its exactly what I needed.  
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erisenyo · 1 year ago
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I'm living for the surge of jetko, it's delightful how you write both of them ^-^
for a prompt, maybe "please, put it DOWN"
or "let’s not go back. not ever." for Jetko (if you haven't gotten tired of these knuckleheads lol)
For this prompt game! (And also this one!)
(Can be read along with this and this and this and this and this)
Agni’s flaming balls, if Jet fucking sucks his teeth one more fucking time Zuko is going to fucking—
Nothing. Zuko is going to nothing, he tells himself, cutting off that thought and shoving it away and trying to replace it with the calming, soothing breath cycles Uncle always pressed on him as he jerks his focus back to the assembled governors and viceroys and Councilmen around him.
“Lady Tang,” Zuko says, paging through his notes and trying to force the grit of frustration out of his voice, “I really do think we should consider—”
“What we should consider is the way we’ve distributed water rights off the Earth Kingdom’s coast,” she cuts in, flapping a hand at him as she sips her tea, and Zuko sucks in another slow, calming breath and tries not to feel the way Jet’s eyebrow ticks up, amused.
“We should consider a more traditional governance structure,” Councilman Vukuq agrees like he always fucking does and there’s no way the two of them aren’t— “It’s ridiculous, really, how the current divisions are assessed.”
The gentle breeze to the ostrich horse may be a gale to the flutter bee, Zuko remind himself as Jet’s other eyebrow tick up, as Zuko yanks his inner fire back down so hard it stings because it was like trying to scoop fire into a ladle to get what divisions they have now. “Councilman, we all agreed just a year ago—”
“Yes, well, things change,” Vukuq says, flicking his eyes over Zuko. “Isn’t that what you’re always saying, Fire Lord?” he adds, snide, and Zuko’s skin feels tight from that look, from the way Jet props his elbow on the table and his head on his fist and smirks.
“As you should all be able to see in the report my scribes put together,” Zuko grits out, finally finding the report in question amongst his notes and pretending he doesn’t see the way Jet’s eyes go overwide and overly rapt, a mockery of awed attention that scalds after spending the past week thinking he was seeing flashes of the real thing. “The population shifts along the coast—”
“Reports, reports, always with the reports,” Lord Geheng rolls his eyes and the fact that Zuko is fucking wishing Kuei were here right now with all his cheerful, agreeable fumbling– “Sometimes a man just has to think with his gut,” Geheng continues, giving Zuko a haughty, pitying kind of look. “You’ll learn,” he adds, lips curled into something probably supposed to come across as kind, fatherly, and Zuko grips onto the edge of the table and shoves his flame down and tries not to light it on fire.
“Thank you for your advice, Lord Geheng,” Zuko forces out, somehow harder than usual to do with Jet sitting there, watching, just smirking wider when Zuko’s gaze flicks over to him against his better judgment and mouthing ‘you’ll learn’ like it’s a joke, like it doesn’t matter, like he’s shoving his finger into a bruise and leaning into it and fuck, Zuko knows he shouldn’t have brought Jet into this, should never have even asked. He was almost more surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth than he was by Jet’s slow blink and drawling acceptance and now somehow they’re both here, when usually its only Zuko, everyone staring at Jet’s hodgepodge of clothes and the livid hickey still high on Jet’s neck and giving Zuko looks like he’s Viceroy Hoang again bringing his latest—his—like Zuko’s a fucking child, like—
Zuko takes a deep, calming breath as he drags his attention back to the conversation in front of him, trying to exhale the frustrated knot in his chest, straightening, trying to put on his most poised, polite expression. “Be that as it may,” he cuts back in, silently congratulation himself for how smooth the words come out, how reasonable and even and ignoring the way Jet straightens and mouths be that as it—fucking imitating him, fucking— “Given the population dispersion in the late years of the war and after—”
“Sure you want to go there?” Vukuq says under his breath and also not under his breath at all, everyone pretending not to hear. Except for Jet, who actually lets out a low, “Ooh, ouch,” at full volume and Agni, they’ve already been at it for fucking hours and Zuko just wants to fucking—
Just wants to take a deep breath, and calm himself, and shove down the roiling tangle in his chest, and remind himself something about ostrich hoses and flutter bees, and that a vessel already full of anger cannot have any room for peace, and—
Jet is watching him. Smirking, leaned forward against the table and clinking his fancy little teaspoon obnoxiously against the sides of his fragile little teacup and making a—making a fucking visible jerk off gesture at him.
“Irrespective of the reasons,” Zuko hears himself saying, aiming a kick at Jet’s ankles and barely restraining the urge to hurl his own teaspoon at Jet’s head when Jet easily evades it, just smirking wider, “Population movement did happen. And traditional governance approaches do not make sense given the increased demands of—”
“Interior trade routes can account for that,” Lady Tang says, dismissive, and Jet snorts out loud like Zuko wants to.
“It’s fish,” Zuko says, incredulous, fraying. “You’re talking about caravanning fish across the desert.”  
“I’ve heard its pretty warm there,” Jet says in a thick north coastal drawl, grinning sharp and wide when the assembles lords and ladies twitch at the sound, chewing on a—on a stalk of wheatgrass that he must have pulled out of his fucking sleeve or something, like he has a whole fucking stash up there, except he doesn’t, Zuko’s tried to find it while stripping him down, though how else he keeps—
“Yes, well,” Vukuq says, expression edged with something Zuko at his most charitable can only call distaste, “Smarter men than you are working on it, dear.”
“Oh, gosh,” Jet says, voicw going breathy, sitting up all wide-eyed and attentive and polite as Zuko’s swallows hard, fire gulping in his chest as his breath control breaks. “That’s so good to hear, there’s no better time than now,” Jet says earnestly and so clearly mockingly and Zuko feels the thin remnants of the leash around his temper turn to ash.
“Now that that’s settled,” Lady Tang is saying, the picture of genteel amusement, “Let us go back to the discussion of tax rates on our merchant class, which truly are far too—”
“No, how about let’s not go back, not ever,” Zuko hears himself saying overloud, nearly shouting, frustrated anger suddenly boiling up out of his gut, “While I’m sure you’d love to renegotiate your own tax rates, I think we’re all sick of you wasting all our fucking time with your blatant profiteering," Zuko snaps, ignoring the gasps around the room, the shocked outrage on everyone’s faces—except for Jet's, who’s air of feigned indifference has dropped for the first time all day to give way to a delighted kind of eagerness.
“Now see here,” Geheng straightens, bushy eyebrows drawn in disapproving, “There is no need for such unseemly displays, young man, this is—”
“Fire Lord,” Zuko corrects, smoke on the back of his tongue and Geheng jerks back, shocked, “And I think there’s plenty of need after this travesty of a negation,” Zuko says, smelling smoke too, which probably means he’s damaging the table but he doesn’t particularly care to check right now with his fire stretching and spilling out inside him and Jet looking at him, rapt.
“Fire Lord,” Vukuq says, chiding, stern, “Just because the negotiations have not personally favored your views—”
“Are you sure you want go there?” Zuko rounds on him, spiting the words, “You?”
“Are you implying—”
“I’m not implying anything,” Zuko snarls over top of him and Agni, it feels good to not have to modulate his tone, to check his volume, to carefully watch of every lilt and bit of emphasis, Jet leaning forward, eager, and that feels good, “I’m saying I don’t know why we even fucking pretend at it anymore, when you’re so blatantly in each other’s pockets.”
Vukuq is choking, sputtering, furious. “I should have known someone of your—”
“What, someone of my what, Vukuq?” Zuko challenges, exhilaration thrilling in his chest at the edge of threat in his voice, at the way Vukuq’s mouth works, silent, soundless in the face of it. “And Lady Tang I can see you picking up that seal,” Zuko says, snapping his attention to her and feeling wild with his hours of frustrated anger, his months of stifled indignation, with the way Jet is grinning approving and sharp.
“Lord Zuko,” she says, huffy, drawing herself up and Zuko feels a seething kind of satisfaction at that Lord, more than she’s ever given him, “I don’t know how things are done in the Fire Nation, but around here—”
“They’re done a fuck of a lot better than this,” Zuko says, incredulous, incredulous that they think something as small as words, as chiding, as shame can rein him back where they want him and if it’s worked before— “And we’re a fucking mess,” he adds, laughing, Jet cackling along with him, the sound like sparks in his veins, “The bar is not high. And yet somehow, you continually manage to faceplant over it.”
Vukuq pulls himself up, scrapes his eyes over Jet and then Zuko, snide and ugly. “It’s just like the Fire Nation to attempt to trample all over—”
“I will remind you, Councilman, that Fire Nation reparations still require the Fire Lord’s approval,” Zuko spits, the words coming easy and right when he doesn’t make himself think over them, “And I am the Fire Lord—” It’s almost dizzying, the adrenaline and anger and clear, crystal sense of focus and Jet’s nearly triumphant grin. “— and I will not be approving shit until I hear meaningful concessions. Because I assure you,” he adds, turning to Geheng before the man can say whatever drivel he’s opened his mouth to say, “The reparations are not for you, Geheng. I think we are all very aware of how little you need them after the war.”
Zuko’s breathes hard as the room gapes at him, stunned, uncertain. His breath control is in some wild, seething rhythm and the urge to tug it back under more familiar control trembles through him, just like the instinctive, learned impulse to apologize, to rein himself back and be calm and polite, to offer tea and amends and be reasonable.
But Jet is looking at him eager and impressed and genuine for the first time all day, and Zuko’s fire is blazing and for the first time—or maybe not the first time, not really, though Zuko’s always felt shame for it, for these loses of control that were so improper and ignoble and nothing like the calm consideration and measured words Uncle tried so hard to impress onto him—Zuko’s thrumming anger feels like an ally rather than an enemy.
“So, Fire Lord,” Jet says into the stunned silence, drawl thick and syrupy, all faux, smirking sweetness, the curl of his lips undeniably feral as he taps his teaspoon against his lips, drawing nervous looks, “Do you have a list of concessions you’re seeking?”
“Yeah,” Zuko says, feeling his grins sharp and feral in answer as he takes in the room, feeling bright and invigorated and exhilarated by the sudden clear certainty that he’s going to fucking get this one, “Yeah, I do, actually. If you'll look at the report that was sent to you..."
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solarpunkani · 1 year ago
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Sonic the Hedgehog and Solarpunk Ideals
Alright, it's June 23rd which means not only is it Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, but it's also Sonic the Hedgehog's 32nd birthday. Let's all say Happy Birthday Sonic the Hedgehog.
Overall, that means it's time for me to do something I usually don't do on this blog--talk about Sonic the Hedgehog, one of my favorite series of all times. Specifically, how I feel it embodies Solarpunk at least a little bit. Hopefully you'll see where I'm coming from by the end of this.
Real quick though, special shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being my beta reader 100/10 owe you my life.
Alright let’s make one thing clear. I’m a Sonic nerd. I’ve been a Sonic nerd since at least the 5th grade. Sonic the hedgehog is one of My Things. IDK if I’d call it a hyperfixation, but it’s definitely one of My Things, and it’s been one of My Things longer than gardening or even Solarpunking and all the other stuff y’all know me for has been. I am about to talk y’alls ears off. Buckle up.
With that in mind, I’m not going to pretend that the Sonic franchise is a perfect franchise made by perfect people working under a perfect corporation. Even ignoring the timeline disasters, retconning, and rushed projects (*cough cough Sonic 06 and Sonic Boom cough cough*), Sonic the Hedgehog is made by a corporation in a capitalistic world who has done some… iffy things in the past, present, and likely the future. We are, here, today, strictly talking about two things--the creation of Sonic and the creation of Dr. Eggman. There will be a super special third topic I bring up later, but that's gonna be its own post. I’ll bring up a handful of things from the shows, comics, movies, etc. If I finish writing and editing and posting this whole lengthy diatribe and someone ignores this paragraph and brings up some inane unrelated shit that the Big Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I might snap. Yes, corporations are bad. Yes, I like Sonic. Let’s establish that.
Ok let’s actually get started.
Sonic the Hedgehog the Dude, Tiny Rebellions, and Freedom
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Alright, so Sonic the Hedgehog is a series of games, movies, comic books, TV shows--it's a whole thing, it's an entire franchise. The basics of what you need to know here is that a little 3’3” superpowered anthropomorphic blue hedgehog dude and his array of equally-animalian and equally-colorful friends are ruining the robotics-based evil world takeover plans of a 6’1” egg-shaped human dude on the regular. Occasionally, there are other villains, and other storylines, and sometimes the motivations change, but that sentence boils down the Sonic the Hedgehog storyline to its base essentials. 
The Sonic franchise was dreamed up in 1990 when SEGA needed a new mascot to compete with Nintendo’s iconic Mario. Personality-wise, he’s said to have been inspired by “a modern sensibility of wanting to get things done right away, righting wrongs as they presented themselves instead of letting them linger.” As we currently know him, with Sonic “What you see is what you get--just a guy who loves adventure.” He’s a free-spirited drifter who goes with the flow, valuing freedom above all else and wanting nothing more than to live by his own rules and whims rather than bowing to the expectations of others. He loves interacting with the many cultures on his planet (which we mostly see in Sonic Unleashed, but still), trying local dishes with friends frequently. Overall, Sonic is driven by a strong sense of justice and fairness, fighting for the ideal of freedom rather than the name of the law--and he always fights for the underdog. He likes to handle things on his own, but he isn’t above looking to his friends for help when needed--and acknowledges their role in his life and achievements regularly (if he can be a bit smug at times). He appreciates scenic views and nature, with a special fondness for places filled with plants--we see him do this lots in the series--and he hates when people destroy it for their own gain. He doesn’t hate cities, though, and finds they have their own beauty.
So what’s Solarpunk about this? In my eyes, a good bit. If you don’t know what Solarpunk is, it’s described on Wikipedia as ‘a literary and artistic movement that envisions and works towards actualizing a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community.” Aesthetically, I like to describe it as a mix between sci-fi and cottagecore, with a particular leaning towards some steampunk and some cyberpunk elements, but in a brighter, cleaner, more hopeful way. It's important to note, however, that Solarpunk is also a practical and political action mindset--as much as Solarpunks dream of a hopeful future and work to visualize it, we also work to learn the concepts and take the actions needed to make it a reality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that Sonic is super politically revolutionary, I’m here to talk about how Sonic fits into the aesthetics of Solarpunk.
As such, lets get into the point--I feel like Sonic is pretty Solarpunk, personality-wise. He just fits a lot of the core tenants--wants to right wrongs ASAP, whether they’re his wrongs or wrongs of the past. He values freedom, traveling, and beautiful natural places--a big chunk of Solarpunk is learning to appreciate and protect the natural species around you, and plenty of people have dreamed up nomadic Solarpunk societies. Even Sonic living by his own rules instead of bowing to expectations fits in Solarpunk--A Solarpunk Manifesto states that “the ‘punk’ in Solarpunk is about rebellion, counterculture… and enthusiasm. it is about going in a different direction than the mainstream…” People in the Solarpunk movement care deeply about freedom, justice, fairness, and fixing the broken systems we deal with today--and often start the legwork by forming or taking part in community-based movements and initiatives. We lean onto those around us for strength and courage, to work as a group to think of solutions to problems, whether that be something small like trading DIY patch instructions to bigger things like planning and creating community gardens to even sharing news about unionizing and more. There’s acts a Solarpunk can do alone--like guerrilla gardening, or moss graffiti, or drawing and writing concepts of a brighter future--but we all know we’re at our strongest when we’re not just one, but many. 
But one of my biggest arguments to Sonic being Solarpunk actually centers around his nemesis--Doctor Eggman.
Doctor Eggman as the Antithesis of Solarpunk
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After all, it’s pretty hard to talk about how a hero of a series is Solarpunk without discussing the people and forces he fights against, and most of the time that’s Doctor Ivo Robotnik--better known to most as Dr. Eggman. He was developed more or less directly alongside Sonic the hedgehog, and as such the notes about his creation not only influence his character, but the character and vibe of most of the franchise so far. So who is Doctor Eggman?
Doctor Eggman is often described as the World’s Vilest Person--he’s evil, mean, cruel-spirited, and a self-proclaimed genius scientist who only really thinks about what he wants and what he needs to do to get it--getting pleasure in crushing anything that gets in his way. His main goal is to establish his Eggman Empire across the entire planet and build his own version of a utopia, Eggmanland--usually taking the form of a polluted, smog-filled city or a robotic theme park. His plans have varied from excavating natural spaces and turning woodland creatures into robotic slaves (Sonic 1, 2, 3), using doomsday devices to threaten nations and blow up the moon (Sonic Adventure 2), tie down planets for his own purposes (Sonic CD, Sonic Colors), or even using cosmic forces beyond his comprehension to flood metropolises or literally rip the planet apart (Sonic Adventure, Sonic Unleashed). In the comics and some shows, he even takes it a step further--a common theme with him is Roboticization, wherein people are forcibly turned from organic beings into robot slaves. Sometimes its a machine fulfilling this sometimes-irreversible process (Archie Comics, Sonic the Hedgehog Cartoon, Sonic Underground), while other times its an all-consuming virus that grows out of his control and turns almost the entire planet into raving robotic zombies (IDW Sonic Comics issues #12-29). He’s fueled by delusions of grandeur, believing that all of the world’s problems would be solved if he specifically were in charge of everyone all the time and had things his way, and makes robotic inventions and weapons to obtain power. He’s overflowing with self-confidence and pride, highlighting his ‘scientific genius’ whenever he can. He’ll leave temporary allies to rot if it gives him a chance to take all the credit and power for  himself, he looks down on everyone else and sees them as insignificant, only interested in what benefits him. Fairness and community? With Doctor Eggman? Forget it, he’ll steal candy from a baby and then turn it into a robot if given the chance. And even with robotic helpers he makes himself, he quickly gets sick of them--Eggman doesn’t do friends. 
I’d compare him to Elon Musk, but at least Dr. Eggman is actually a genius.
A Solarpunk Manifesto was published in 2019, describing Solarpunk as “A movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question ‘what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?’”. Eggmanland is not how we get there--Doctor Eggman is an embodiment of everything the Solarpunk ideology stands against, and not entirely by accident. Here’s a quote from Yuji Naka, one of the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog.
“Robotnik was created to be the opposite of Sonic, and to be the bad guy. At that time, there was opposition between "developers" and "environmentalists", and Robotnik was created to represent machinery and development.”
He represents it pretty well--his common motifs are imperialism and pollution, and his version of a utopia is often reminiscent of pre-EPA photos of US cities. Sometimes its done to a cartoonish level--but the point still stands. Whenever we catch glimpses of Eggman’s ‘Home Bases,’ whether its Scrap Brain Zone in Sonic 1, Chemical Plant in Sonic 2, Metallic Madness in Sonic CD, or elsewhere, we’re always seeing tons of mechanization, smog, pollution, and death robots.
Solarpunks aren’t opposed to technology--not in the slightest. But I feel its safe to say that any Solarpunk would be opposed to the over-industrialized, hyper-mechanized, pollution-riddled empire hellscape that Eggman would call heaven. (And you know damn well he'd be all over those Boston Dynamic robot dogs if he were real). To me, Eggman represents the grim-dark futures that apocalyptic stories tell us we’re barreling towards--the darker, less sunny side of the already dystopian cyberpunk genre. Solarpunk is the sun that burns away at smoggy futures, the light that reveals what we can have instead, the ideas that lead to actions to secure it. Its hope in a bottle--hope that we can enjoy and add to, a dream that we can help make into a reality. The ideals are chock full of resisting the real-life Eggmans who want to send humanity into a nose-dive of mechanization and energy-burning self-destruction for the sake of short-lived profits and smug ego-trips. 
Is Sonic a strictly Solarpunk series? I wouldn’t necessarily say so. But I think if the themes and terms had existed in 1990, it certainly would have been cited as a bit of an inspiration. Whether the Solarpunk community would have been chill with a corporation citing the term as inspiration is a whole other deal.
Stay tuned for this posts' sequel, where I talk about how I feel my favorite game in the series--Sonic Colors--is Solarpunk.
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fandomsgal · 1 year ago
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Okay, so I saw this post by @yourcrumblingsaikiisnotmyproblem and now they got me spiraling into idea town and apologies if nothing makes sense, I am half asleep and writing this on like three hours of sleep but the ideas would not stop flowing through my brain so enjoy the rambling!
Okay, so they find something big that they need to hide from the sages, from everyone, no on can know about this, maybe it has something to do with forbidden knowledge or we could go down the whole reincarnation au route if you want to put that in.
They are both scared, they make many trips to the desert to discuss what they found and how everyone else would react and they both agree to get rid of it and look like they both fell out to trick everyone so that the information cannot be known.
Alhaitham is the one to come up with the fight, though knowing about Kaveh's past promises that they will still be best friends, that nothing can separate them, Alhaitham maybe makes a comment about how they're each others mirror and that's when Kaveh kisses him. Fueled with those feelings, they need to get this right, they have one chance to act the biggest fight the Akademiya will ever see in its history.
They are both so nervous when the day arrives they have to constantly touch each other, reassure each other that nothing between them will change, they are still Kaveh and Alhaitham, two halves if a whole mirror.
So the fight happens, Kaveh is pulling up every inch of drama acting he has seen anywhere, he cries on the spot, he screams at Alhaitham and he rips up the thesis paper before storming out. He hides away during the rest of the day in an area that will one day become the space of the Palace of Alcazarzaray.
Alhaitham finds him, and to keep up the charade, they will have to be apart for a while, maybe Kaveh goes to Fontaine for a few weeks, maybe Alhaitham visits for a week and who knows, maybe those two get spontaneously married.
So years go by, Kaveh builds and makes a reputation, Alhaitham becomes the scribe, they're both wearing matching ringers under their outfits so they don't get lost and missing each other seems to be on their mind, they think they can be seen together without suspicion from the sages, especially Azar, if they have the right motive... so Kaveh us under commission at this time from Dori and he comes up with an idea, he talks with her and they come to an agreement, Kaveh pretends to be broke and in debt to Dori when really he isn't, he's the light of Kshahrewar, he's not broke, but he'll do a couple of free commissions for her after the palace is built (we pretend the withering zone story is part of the cover up that those two discussed) Dori is also the only one to know most of the details about years ago since she needed the context but not what the research was about.
So Kaveh pretends to be broke, gets "drunk" at Lambards and in comes Alhaitham with the next part of the plan, and so that's how in everyone's eyes, two ex friends became "roommates."
They don't reveal they are married until after Alhaitham resigns from acting grand sage and all the new sages are chosen, the reveal causes everyone to question everything about them, and Alhaitham and Kaveh just smile and go about their business, Alhaitham is reading, Kaveh is drinking but avoiding questions and under the table their pinkies are linked together, two halves of a whole mirror rightfully together.
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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 3 months ago
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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark
Summary:
To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?
Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?
Meanwhile there is a darkness growing in Ketterdam, and it seems a killer may be stalking the streets of West Stave. An unknown evil is closing its jaws over the city, and it’s starting to feel like nowhere is safe.
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Content warnings for this chapter: death, murder references
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Chapter 49 - Kaz
“I need you to gather as much intel on them beforehand as possible,” Kaz lifted his gaze to glance over at Inej, “We have a week. Riesen is sending Geels, I know, but I need you to find out who his seconds will be - by tomorrow, if possible. We’re at a considerable advantage without Stoevelaar in the fray; they might not know who our seconds are until the meeting, but keep your eyes open. I assume there’s been no further word about his interest in you?”
“Nothing since Liesbeth died,” Inej’s tone was light but there was a hidden weight to her voice that Kaz had learned how to read; in the slight movement of her shoulders, in the almost imperceptible glance away from him as she spoke, in the ever so slightly of kilter inflection over the word died. 
Kaz didn’t have time for her moral quandaries tonight. She had killed Liesbeth, she had killed others, and there was nothing she needed to hide here so why did she insist on this discomfort? He did his best to ignore it - he had other things to focus on now. There was the game, of course, to prepare for - Nina was due to arrive at the Crow Club in just over an hour, Kaz would make a move there soon - but there was also the added complication of planning this parley with the Black Tips. Haskell had told Kaz to arrange some weeks ago now, if things didn’t change, but Riesen had beaten them to it about two hours ago. 
“Relax, boy,” Haskell had said, leaning back in his chair and swishing the glass of brandy sitting in his palm, “This is what we wanted,”
It was decidedly not what Kaz had wanted. 
“We’ll get things all squared away quick and easy,” the old man drawled on, “and re-establish our claim on the harbour. Easy,”
Easy. Kaz wanted to snort his derision, but he restrained himself to a curt nod and bit his tongue. He’d marched from the office and across the ground floor of the Slat with something jagged twisting inside his chest. Easy. Nothing but a trap was ever easy. 
He sent for Inej before he’d even reached the stairs - her shift had ended after she reported back to him a little over an hour ago, but he expected she’d still be in the house somewhere. And it would seem he was correct; Inej had knocked on his door barely two minutes after he’d walked in himself. She looked tired. 
“They’ll expect me to make you my second,” Kaz continued now, eyes tracing over the shape of Inej’s bent legs on his windowsill. “So-”
“So I won’t be,” she finished, “Obviously,”
Kaz nodded, though he wasn’t sure that she was actually looking at him, and forced his eyeline back towards his desk and the ledger lying open in front of him as though he needed to create some pretence of working. They both knew he wasn’t working on a ledger whilst he planned this parley; he needed his focus. So stop studying her. If Inej said her leg was painless enough to climb then he could trust her word and stop scanning her for a slip in the façade. 
Even if they hadn’t been expecting her, would Kaz want to bring Inej in as his second for this? Did he want to put her back in the Black Tips line of fire? 
This was her job. It didn't matter. It shouldn’t matter. And it didn’t. It didn’t. 
“I’ll take Jesper,” he said, turning a page for absolutely no reason, “And Big Bolliger,”
He saw the sharp movement of Inej’s head as she snapped up to attention at that last word, pictured the little furrow between her brows and the downturned edges of her mouth before he looked up to see them. She was, indeed, frowning when their eyes met; her hand drifted to count her knives and he was sure that she was thinking of their names in turn. 
“Why name it?” he’d asked her, when she told him the first blade he’d given her was Petyr. 
“For Sankt Petyr,” she said, almost confused, blinking at him. 
“I didn’t ask why that name; I asked why you’d bother naming it in the first place,”
For a moment he’d thought that she was going to reply, as he watched her it seemed like a retort was forming and he’d been intrigued to hear it, but then the colour rose in her cheeks and she turned away from him. Kaz stood watching her back for a moment before he spoke again, and once he did they seemed to carry on as though the moment had never happened in the first place. He hadn’t brought it up again, though of course it didn’t stop him from broaching the subject of philosophy every time he heard her name another blade. 
“Why Bolliger?” she asked, now, her little frown refusing to relent, “He’s not bad muscle but-”
“Jesper and Bolliger,” Kaz repeated, not bothering to temper any impatience in his tone, “Let them know, and let me know who Geels is bringing. I want you there as well, out of sight,”
She nodded - perhaps a little stiffly, but if that were true then Kaz was ignoring it - and stood up from the window ledge. As far as he could tell there was no wince, no buckle in her knee when she moved her weight onto it, no sign at all that she was in pain. Good. It wouldn’t do for the job if she was still injured.
“Is that everything?” 
“Anything else you can get me,”
Inej gave him another short, sharp nod, and then in the space of a blink she had vanished through the open window and disappeared somewhere between the raindrops. It seemed as though she knew how to enter some kind of hidden world, one that really did just exist in that liminal space in between two droplets of rain falling too rapidly to track. Chasing each other to the ground, splashing against the cobbles and seeming to cease their existence - only to fall from the sky again, in their inescapable little circle. 
After another half hour of working Kaz began to make his way to the Crow Club, pausing on the way to check in with Anika. It would seem that Layla had not been doing anything untoward. 
“When you told me to watch her I didn’t think that meant holding her hair back whilst she hurled,” Anika complained, leaning back against the doorframe. 
“Where’s Pietro?”
“Fuck if I know, I’ve been with her ain’t I?” she jutted her chin towards the closed door, “If I catch something I’m blaming you,”
Kaz didn’t bother with the retorts that offered themselves up to him, and instead just asked her to confirm that someone was following Pietro - they were - before he turned away. 
“Oh - did Nina respond?”
He paused and nodded over his shoulder. 
“She coming?”
“Of course. Why?”
Anika shrugged.
“Heard she was gonna be busy tonight. She said some toff wants her to go to the Geldstraat,”
Nina had neglected to mention that to Kaz. Van Eck again? Didn't she think that was relevant? He scowled as he began to walk away, nodding at the door as he said: 
“Enjoy your handful,”
Anika sighed melodramatically.
“I’m not being paid enough for this,” she muttered, distractedly twisting a lock of yellow hair from the non-shaven half of her head tightly around one finger, then undoing and redoing the same little action, as she spoke. 
“None of us are,”
Kaz walked on, down to the ground floor of the Slat, and was taken by slight surprise to see Wylan Hendriks cautiously weaving his way through the crowd. Since he had stopped using a cane upon arrival to the Barrel Kaz had rarely seen the boy without a sighted guide, and now he paused to watch him traverse the room with intrigue. Wylan moved slowly and in places with hesitation, but not without confidence for the majority of his steps, and after a beat Kaz realised that he had memorised how many steps it would take him to get from one obstacle to the next in the setup of the room. The rest, that being non-stationary obstacles, he seemed to track by sound - someone shouted something near his right and he side-stepped neatly to the left, though they wouldn’t have been directly in his path if he’d continued, and Kaz frowned. He was good. He was very good. But Kaz still wasn’t sure he felt convinced - he just couldn’t place his finger on why. 
There was also now, of course, the matter of Wylan’s scars. Kaz could hardly claim that they didn’t look believable. 
Raske, who’d been lounging on a chair with some little project or other - Kaz hoped, for all their sakes, nothing explosive - twisting quickly beneath his fingers, metal slotting in and out of place, looked up and noticed Wylan crossing the room with a small frown. It was unusual to see Wylan around the Slat, that much was true, and Raske stood up to speak to him as Kaz stood watching from the other side of the room.
What time was it? Getting late. Nina would soon arrive at the Crow Club and Kaz wanted to be there to oversee the setup of the game, and as much as he was sure the Heartrender could cover Layla’s task once the cards were laid she didn’t know her organisation system. Layla usually directed the other servers and kept as much control over the game as she could without dealing the cards herself; it was to be an honest game tonight anyway, but Kaz still needed things to go swiftly and smoothly. 
He could have crossed the room and found out what Wylan was doing there, but ultimately decided that there was no real need. Wylan’s role in tonight's job was already done, and Kaz had other things to concern himself with. For one moment longer he looked on, then turned away and left the building in silence.
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disillusionedjudge · 4 months ago
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“I understand you’re doing this for the Empire, but what about us?” The Empire. That’s what this argument was about. It was what every single one of their arguments had been about. It was par for the course, considering they were both actively involved in politics, but Thor felt like it was all they ever talked about lately. “You returned two weeks ago, yet I feel as if you’re still a ghost. I know duty has kept us both busy, but I’ve missed you, and… you’ve been spending so much time with your family lately. Are you upset with me? Do you not wish to speak with me?”
“Do you ever wonder if we’re on the wrong side?” Thor asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Gylfie had always had a temper, and she was angrier than ever when her father had practically denied her the position of Judge Magister. Thor was echoing sentiments she’d heard from Gylfie in the past, but the uneasiness in her stomach couldn’t be ignored forever. “What if Archadia isn’t what we thought it was? What if it’s become corrupted beyond saving? I took an oath, Gylfie, I do not believe I could just dutifully stand by… and the sorts of things the Archadian representatives have been saying in the Congress of Worlds about nethicite chill me to the bone.”
Thor wasn’t from Archadia, and she never would be, no matter how loyal her lover was to her homeland. She didn’t mean to insinuate that the sacrifices had all been for nothing, but at the same time, was Gylfie willingly choosing to ignore the mess the Empire was creating? Or did she really just not care? What happened to the woman who had confessed her love in Thor’s private chambers after protecting her from an attempt on her life?
“I’m becoming afraid. I know that’s not your intention, but… you want to shut me out all the time. A-and you’re keeping secrets from me.” They both were keeping secrets from each other, and their relationship itself was a secret, yet the tension between them was still palpable. What had changed since the last time they’d seen each other? “Please, Gylfie, let me in.”
Thor sighed, and she slid her arm around her lover’s shoulders. She leaned her cheek lightly on her arm. She didn’t want to lose her partner because of politics, and there was no denying her feelings hadn’t changed at all. The five months they’d spent apart had made her heart grow fonder, as the saying went, and she remembered how Gylfie had kissed her when she first arrived on Midgard. If only Thor could get through to her…
“Look,” she said. Her room was quite nice, and she glanced out over the balcony’s edge. The sun was setting, and although Asgard had its own beautiful sights, she was awestruck by the view from her apartment on Midgard. Her soft, loose, pink gown and messy brown bun were far less formal than the clothing she usually wore, yet her own distinct style was clear enough. Her sense of identity was stronger than ever, and she could only hope that her love and pure soul could bring Gylfie back from whatever darkness she was battling.
“I’m sorry. Let’s not talk of politics or war. Let’s say they don’t exist here, in this place. It’s just you and I. You can hold me in your arms, and we can pretend we’re back on Asgard. No responsibilities to distract us, no duties to create distance between us. When we talked about running away together and marrying in secret. The purest of loves, that’s what Sylvie said… Gylfie, I still love you. I’ll never stop loving you. Just… please. I need you, my dearest, especially in times like these. Do not abandon me.”
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What about us? she wanted to ask, but held her tongue - knowing better to say such a thing aloud. “You and I must put our peoples first,” she whispered, but even with their arguments, she never sounded angry. She never raised her voice. Never at Thor. She just sounded… tired. “My love, I want nothing more than to put this all behind to spend my days with you, but I swore an oath to defend my homeland. It is my duty to act in service of the Empire. You know this. And now that my–”
Her voice caught in her throat, and Gylfie could not stop her tears from welling. “It… This is not because of you,” she rasped, and her voice wobbled. “’Tis nothing like… like that. My brother, he… he…” Her head shook, and she stepped away - dragging her hands down her face before she pressed them together and held them against her lips. Her hands trembling as she did her best to steel herself. “Silas is dead.” Her words were hollow and faint - strained against grief she tried to swallow. “My father is a wreck. I have been trying to lead in his stead, but I… I cannot…” Gylfie closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath. Struggling to keep herself composed. “It is all wrong, Thor. Everything is all wrong.”
And it could have been avoided. It could have been avoided if–
Gylfie’s attention snapped back to her partner - her eyes clouded with tears unshed, and she remained silent. Her stomach twisted to hear the words she had once spoken - the words she… hardly believed in. No, she could not believe such a thing. Not when she had gotten so far. Not with everything she had done. Not with her brother’s blood– “I cannot afford to think such things,” she said quietly, despite how ill she felt. “I am doing what I can to save Archadia, and all of Ivalice. I know… I know it may not seem that way, but, my dear–”
She lowered her hands and turned to Thor once more. A desperation bright in her teary eyes as her heart began to beat faster. Please believe me. “The Empire is not too far gone. I know it… it doesn’t seem like it, but a plan is in place, and I must adhere to my part. I need to– I must do this for my brother. I need to play my part, my love. There is a sickness within the Empire, yes-” oh, calling House Solidor a sickness was just barely scratching the surface, “-but it can be fixed. It will be. Thor…”
Gylfie closed the distance between them, and finally took her partner’s hands within her own - squeezing them reassuringly. “Please. Believe me when I say it will not be this way forever. Archadia will change, but we need to play this carefully, or all could be lost. I wish I could tell you more.” And, oh, how that was true. She wanted to let Thor in completely - to reveal to her the quiet plans of encouraging Gramis to rally for peace, and to prevent Vayne from taking the throne. But she had to be cautious, and she feared she would only invite trouble if Thor knew of what was lurking beneath Archadia’s surface. Thor would not betray her, she knew, but she could not trust anyone else around her.
Agony flickered in Gylfie’s eyes as Thor spoke again, and she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss against her forehead. Still holding her hands as she then pressed her head against hers. “I do not mean to,” she murmured, “but I do not wish to endanger you. To deal with Archadia’s politics is to deal with vipers, and I do not wish to see you bit. Please, my love, just… just trust me in this. Trust that I know what I am doing. I promise, one day, you will not have to fear Archadia’s need for nethicite, for, one day, we will never use it again.” She wanted so desperately for Thor to understand this - to understand that she was doing what was needed. It was not pretty - no, what needed to be done was messy and dangerous - but she would save the Empire. Somehow, she would.
She kissed her partner’s cheek, and let go of her hands as Thor moved to wrap her arms around her shoulders. Gylfie said nothing as she pulled Thor closer and wrapped her arms around her lower back, and nuzzled into her hair. Her heart fluttered, her love for Thor as strong as ever. Gods above, she loved her so much, and when Thor told her to look, she could not help but look at her, first, before she turned her gaze out to the sunset. It was beautiful, but…
“I would much prefer to look at you.” She turned her head back to Thor, and offered a weak smile. Her troubled expression softening as her glassy eyes filled with warmth. A warmth that… only ever lit for Thor, those days. And she listened in silence as her partner spoke again - eager to accept the idea of not speaking of war or politics inside Thor’s apartment. Eager to just hold her, and leave everything else behind. To entertain the idea, once more, that they could marry. That they could run off and it could just be the two of them, and–
Do not abandon me.
Those words stung Gylfie deep, and a knot formed in her throat. Did she really think…? With a slow shake of her head, she hugged Thor tighter, and kissed the side of her head - closing her eyes as she breathed her in. “And I will never stop loving you,” she murmured against her hair, “and I swear to you, I will never abandon you, my heart. I may not always be able to be here, but I will always return to you. But, please… I need you as well. I love you, Thor.”
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neopronouns-in-action · 5 months ago
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Neopronouns in Action #085: The Endless River
Neopronouns: av/afo/afi/afozasi and en/eta/ake/etazasi, which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself
Replace he with av or en
Replace him with afo or eta
Replace  his with afi or ake
Replace himself with afozasi or etazasi
EX:
“He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He’s going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”
becomes:
av/afo/afi/afozasi:
“Av is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as av gets a fence set up around afi yard so the puppy can go outside without afo having to walk it. Afi uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting afo use, since av lost afi. Av’s going to buy toys and train the puppy afozasi.”
or
en/eta/ake/etazasi:
“En is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as en gets a fence set up around ake yard so the puppy can go outside without eta having to walk it. Ake uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting eta use, since en lost ake. En’s going to buy toys and train the puppy etazasi.”
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“We should have died a long time ago.”
Oru lifted afi eyes from the bottom of the boat to look at Yahmoxa.
En was standing on one of the benches at the back, looking out across the rushing grey water with ake back to Oru.
Av contemplated making many responses in the few moments of comparative silence that followed.
Av could say it wasn’t true, or av could ask what en meant. Av could pretend av hadn’t heard eta, or even pretend to still be asleep. Or just say, “I don’t want to talk about that”, and the matter would be dropped instantly.
And a dozen other things that went through afi mind in the space of time before av said quietly, “Yeah, I know.”
Av didn’t know how long the two of them had been in this boat, on this river. The time all blended in together into a blur of nothing.
The two slept when they were tired. They lay, or sat, or stood awake when they weren’t. The current carrying the boat swiftly along never slowed, changed course, or showed any signs of stopping. The river never forked, or turned in any way they could detect. The dense forest on either side never varied enough in its array of plant and animal life for them to tell one spot from another.
They drank from the river by cupping their hands in to the silty water, and they ate, sometimes, when one of them managed to catch one of the large, slow, eel-like fish that sometimes came to the surface, but nowhere near often enough for what should have been required to keep them alive. The sun never rose or set, so they had no positive way to keep track of the time, but they just knew that, regardless of the sky’s position in the matter, “months”, if not more, had sometimes passed between times when they could eat, and often “weeks” went by before either of them felt thirsty enough to drink from the river.
Still lying at the bottom of the boat where av hadn’t moved from afi curled position, Oru watched as Yahmoxa heaved a long sigh, and stepped down from the bench, still with ake back to Oru.
Yahmoxa looked the same as en always did – a blurry, human-shaped shape, with what appeared to be an orange sleeveless vest, and dark pants that ended at the knee.
Anything more than that, Oru could never see, and it was the same for Yamoxa when en looked at Oru.
No matter how close to eachother they got, they could never clearly see the other, not even their basic skin color, even when they took off all their clothes. Yahmoxa could hold ake hand directly in front of Oru’s eyes, and Oru wouldn’t even be able to guess at anything about it, besides that it was, in theory, a hand-shaped shape.
But they could see themselves perfectly fine when they looked down at themselves, and Yahmoxa had described etazasi for Oru:
Pale skin that was now constantly red from sunburn that didn’t seem to ever improve, but at least also didn’t seem to get any worse. Hair cut just above ake scalp, which never grew any longer. Wide cheekbones and a round face with laugh lines that en could feel with ake finger tips. Hairy arms and legs, with a tiny, scratchy mustache above ake upper lip, and a few random prickles of hair on ake chin.
En was fat, covered in freckles below the sunburn, and had a large curved scar on ake left forearm that en couldn’t remember getting. There were also a collection of little dimpled scars on both of ake knees, that en was sure was from falling off a rock as a child. When en closed ake left eye, whose color en could only guess to be “probably brown, I think my parents had brown eyes”, en could tell that ake right eye saw colors with slightly less saturation and brightness.
Yahmoxa had a dark patch of a birth mark on the back of ake neck, and a large peircing in ake right ear, with a wooden circle stretching the skin, and a black-beaded charm hanging down, which Oru could actually see, faintly.
Oru constantly thought about these details, and more, that had been offered up, because they were the only real image av had of Yahmoxa besides the strange, but now familiar blur av saw when av looked at eta.
And in return, Oru had described what av could see of afozasi for Yahmoxa.
Av had thin brown hair that grew only in sparse patches, leaving most of afi head a patchwork of bare skin and hair, which av couldn’t remember the reason for. Av could only tell from feeling, but was pretty sure the same had happened to afi eyebrows. The only reason Oru knew what color afi hair was was because there was just one patch on afi head long enough to fall in front of afi face when av leaned over far enough.
Both of Oru’s ears were peirced in multiple places, with what felt like different sets of pointed spikes and smoother round circles. There was another peircing in afi nose, which av could see faintly as a blur of silver if av crossed afi eyes.
Afi skin was light brown, and though av couldn’t see it, av was pretty sure av shared the same sunburn Yahmoxa was suffering from, though, like with eta, it didn’t seem to ever get any worse.
Oru was short and fat, and had a seemingly hand-drawn tattoo on afi upper arm of a cat holding a butcher knife in its mouth, saying, “being straight was never an option”.
Trying to deciper that from upside down had whiled away a few minutes for the day av had discovered it, so that had been a nice distraction.
Afi clothes consisted of flowing blue robes with red, black, and white flowers, diamonds, and snakes, with loose, matching blue pants underneath.
Oru’s right leg ended below the knee, and when av needed to, av used the carved wooden staff av had woken up with for balance. Not that there was anywhere for afo go, unless av wanted to go for a swim.
Which was never going to happen.
Oru and Yahmoxa had discussed the idea many times. Just talking about it was fine, it would be a nice way to cool off, and maybe they could risk it and try swimming to shore. Hours had been spent conversing over the subject, sharing any idea that popped into their heads.
But they both felt the same inborn horror any time they actually tried to enact the plan. They could stick their hands in, they could stick their feet in, they could even lean out from the boat to grab things floating past. But if they intended to actually fully get into the water, they wouldn’t be able to. Horror would freeze them in place or make them yank themselves back into the boat and lie there until they calmed down again.
They’d thought of trying to push eachother in, out of sheer rebeliousness against whatever seemed intent on keeping them out of the water, but as soon as it was their intention to do so, the same thing happened. Even if they just planned to be careless enough to make falling in an accident, they found themselves unable to approach the edge of the boat until they stopped trying to get into the water.
They’d mostly given up on that task by this point, but had made a habit of trying every now and then just to see if anything had changed.
But nothing around them ever seemed to change. The sun never set. The river never changed. Their clothes never faded from the sun. Their hair never grew. They never got any older.
They should have died a long time ago, from hunger, or thirst, or the constant exposure to the beating sun, but they didn’t.
Something was keeping them alive.
Oru was still tired, so av laid afi head back down on afi arms and prepared to go back to afi nap, repeating, as Yahmoxa’s blurry form plopped heavily down on on the bench across from afo, “Yeah, I know. I know.”
The river raced on without end, and carried Oru and Yahmoxa with it.
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smashfeelingss · 1 year ago
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Here's a sexy/smutty OS.
Michael/Julia fanfic. Rated M.
Takes place in Boston during the S1 finale.
FF.net : fanfiction.net/s/14299948/1/S…
AO3 : archiveofourown.org/works/51702421
Here's a bit of it, please let me know what you think. 🔥
They have been rehearsing almost all day since 10 am and true the show is in good shape but there's still so much to work on, the previews have been going good for the past 2 weeks but there are still so many rewrites to do… which is precisely what she's doing right now.
Most of the cast had already left to sleep, everyone was genuinely just too exhausted to keep going which Derek obviously had issues with but they were almost done anyways, besides she just needed to make some arrangements on the lyrics of the Lexington song.
That was a problem on its own because it meant that the last ones here and working were her, Derek and Michael.
Ever since he came back she has been trying everything she could to avoid him as much as possible but there were moments when she just couldn't, he was a cast member of the show she was writing and she needed to be professional. Frank hated it, she knew that much and she had fired him before, she fought his return as much as she could yet he was still right here.
The other issue with him being here aside from causing tension in her marriage once again is that it made her realize that she still had feelings for him.
From the moment she met him up to the moment she fired him weeks ago now, she pretended that everything she shared with him was nothing, meant nothing, just a big mistake she was now over.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
When he got out of that car and their eyes met, she instantly knew that even for work, she couldn't end up talking alone with him.
It wasn't just because of Frank like she had been trying to convince herself but also because she still had too many feelings for him and she knew he would pull her back in even if he didn't mean to. His telling her that he was separated from Monica only reinforced that because ever since the crazy possibilities had found their way into her brain and she chased them off every single time. Still, they seemed to be relentless and come back.
It didn't matter though, she made her choice.
Deep in her thoughts, she barely noticed Derek getting ready to leave. "Right, guys I think we are basically done here for the night, big bad monster is going to get some sleep."
She smiles, people really see him worst than he actually is.
He was right though, they were mostly done she just had two lines she wanted to work on before calling it a night. "Yes, you should go," she says, waving Derek goodnight. "Michael, can you give me 5 more minutes?" There's surprise on Michael's face, he wasn't expecting her to ask him to spend any time with her, specifically not alone.
"Right, I'm going, don't stay up too late." Says Derek as he leaves the room, "Goodnight."
Both she and Michael tell Derek good night as he makes his way over to her.
"Did you need anything?" He asks as she finishes writing the latest changes to the scene before the song.
"Nothing much, I just made a few minor changes to the scene before your song and I wanted to run the new lines with you so I could hear if it works." One thing she doesn't understand is why she still feels so nervous each time she needs to talk to him.
Her theory so far is that she doesn't really know how to act around him, their history is too much for them to act like they're simple co-workers but at the same time, it's done and over and her husband is in the building so they can't really act as they used to either.
"Sure," He nods, "Do you want to read Marylin?"
She chuckles, they did that before and that's how she got the scene. "No, it's not necessary, here's your new lines if you could just run those and the first verse of the song?"
He nods again, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Yeah, this is awkward. It seems she's not the only one who doesn't really know how to act around the other. "It's okay."
She doesn't really want to keep the awkwardness though, so she adds "Look, I know it's not easy, working together but we have to do it, I know I got a little…" She's trying to find the word, the word that is not her saying she was afraid she would fall back into his arms the second he talked to her. "Over defensive? At first?" He chuckles at that, they both know that's not exactly it but they're good at pretending, aren't they? "But you don't need to ask if you can sit next to me."
He smiles and nods at that, things get less awkward after that.
Yet, she's glad that they don't have much to do because she is having trouble focusing with him sitting right next to her. During the time they take to work, he keeps giving her this look, look he used to give her when he wanted to kiss her, when he wanted to get close to her but couldn't.
She hates that he's giving her that look and she hates that she can still recognise it.
Most of all though, she hates that her eyes are telling him the same thing.
It's been years, she doesn't understand why he still has this effect on her and what it means. She misses him when he's not around, has to hide a smile when she thinks about him or talks to him, she wants him close to her all the time…
All she knows is that those feelings are dangerous and send her on the wrong path.
They need to be done here so she can go back to ignoring him.
They're okay though, she managed to ignore him well enough lately, she's over him enough. As long as she keeps running they will be fine.
As promised, they wrap up pretty quickly, he does run his new lines and the song before she tells him he can go, that she'll be wrapping up anyway.
He leaves really quickly, barely tells her goodnight, understanding just like she does that they can't be alone for too long if the looks they exchange are any indication.
She loves being a writer, she has tons of big ideas but one thing she doesn't like is how long it takes to actually put the words on paper.
Once Michael's gone, as promised, she doesn't take long to wrap up and leaves to get to her room.
She texts Frank when she's on her way, he is most likely already asleep but at least he will know that she didn't overdo it again.
She doesn't rush to get to her room, she loves the feeling of being in a quiet theater, knowing so many beautiful things happen there and the magic that comes with creating them. Everything usually happens so fast in this world, it's nice to see it stand still for a moment before the craziness starts again the next day.
Once she gets into the elevator she's too lost in her thoughts about the previews and is completely distracted until at the last moment Michael slides in right as the doors close.
"Woah, huh, I'm sorry I didn't see you." She simply says, "I thought you were already in your room."
"No, I decided to go for a quick walk first to clear my head." She simply nods, stepping closer to the buttons and away from him.
"What floor are you stopping at?" She asks bitterly. For two weeks now she had no idea which room he was staying in which suited her perfectly fine, at least it would avoid being tempted to go to him.
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aita-liveontv · 1 year ago
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Hi a few things
-I have been informed that Fight Song was not written by Katy Perry. Oops
EDIT:: mom doesn’t own the house. She doesn’t pay for the house by any means. As long as any of my siblings have been alive, so like 32 years, she’s never had a job— her disability developed in the last 6 years, and I no longer want her to have a job, but if y’all think this is contingent on house ownership, mom explicitly does not have her name on the deed.
I have a dad(58M) who is an inactive player in this situation. He works a demanding overnight job and often sleeps through the day until it’s time to leave again. When he doesn’t have work, he acquiesces to mom because he wants to keep the house peaceful… even though she’s the one most likely to disturb the peace.
To the people in the thread who thought my siblings have 25+ genders between us: you’re my favorite people here. I’m not certain we have that much gender, especially because I’d skew the average since the number of gender I have is none.
Now for the question being asked the loudest;
Why not get your own TV?
Generally speaking, I live paycheck to paycheck. Summer is kind to me because I work at a tourist hotspot so sometimes I can afford a video game. Note: I haven’t bought a console since 2017.
I never said all three of us have jobs. I just said I have a job. One doesn’t have a job because of disability and since writing this ask, the other (also unemployed due to disability) sibling had an abrupt change of address (in another country, I cannot visit at the drop of a hat). As the only one with a steady income, buying a TV would just be too hard a hit when I’m worried about gas and food.
Additionally: it is very much an issue of space. None of our rooms can accommodate more than one person for long and the ventilation in our rooms mysteriously sucks so bad. It isn’t a comfortable time and not really an enjoyable time either.
Now the real reason I sent this ask is because I wanted to see if my mother was justified when this issue hit its peak. I wasn’t sure about including the full story because it’s a long one and I was scared I wouldn’t be believed, but here we go.
Consider this the official expansion of AITA for wanting to use the TV?
In February of last year, she kicked me out of the house over this.
In the week prior to this incident, I was using the TV to distract my siblings from the death of a pet. My mother said nothing during this time other than “Think you’ll be done at 5?” and we’re like yeah that’s cool
One day she changes her tune and tells me to stop asking for the TV because I used it for the past 4 day (4 hours at a time, but to her this constituted “all day”.) I didn’t want my siblings to go back to their room because the grief hit them hard. I was doing this to take their minds off that long enough that they’d have an appetite.
Yes I did tell my mother all that
No, she did not care because she didn’t care about the pet that died and thought we were dragging out the grief (it happened… 4 days ago…).
When I told her I was doing this to take them out of their heads, she started yelling at me and calling me selfish (???). Anything I tried to say was suffocated by her continued yelling. I told her that she was being childish over this.
I step outside the house to catch my breath and cool my head, my mother ran after me (despite her disability) because she made sure I wanted to hear what she said next:
“Don’t come back.”
I should note that I suffer from anxiety and suicidal depression, which she’s always been dismissive of, but she’s aware that I’ve ended up in a psych ward more than once. So to tell her historically suicidal kid to not come home was… it felt really fucking bad.
I stayed with at my older sister’s house during this time (she has since moved to another state, thus I cannot play games at her place if I wanted to.) and I wasn’t stable to go back home until two weeks later. Where she’d revert to her typical MO of pretending like nothing happened and then yelling at me because I’m not reciprocating her buddy/buddy attitude.
This is when my siblings and I started saving TV time until it was past her bedtime (which ranges from 11PM-2:00AM.). Which did a number on us as far as sleep goes (we’d usually give up by midnight).
Since I came back it’s been endless acquiescing to her because if I complain about unfairness, I now know the worst thing she can do to me is make our home feel so hostile that I can’t remain in mentally.
So sometimes I wonder if I’m the problem.
If this all happened because of me. Like I know she can be childish and selfish, but I insisted against her. I knew how hostile she can be but I still said “but hold on—“. I’ve had a lifetime to get used to this sort of song and dance, but I still knowingly take the wrong steps.
So am I the asshole for still asking? Butting heads like this usually just results in making my siblings upset, but I really don’t think I’m asking for that much.
AITA for wanting to use the TV?
I (26, NB) live with my parents (55+, M and F) and siblings (25+ assorted genders). I have a job and I don’t pay rent because it isn’t asked of me. I do pay for all of my own entertainment things like consoles and video games, and I like playing these games on the TV in the living room because my siblings have fun watching me/accepting me being bad at video games be background noise for whatever work they’re currently doing.
My mother does not like it when we use the TV. Ftr, she has control over the TV 16 hours out of the day, but doesn’t really watch anything. She’s not engaged in anything she puts on the TV, really. She’s either on her phone, watching TikToks, in another room doing something else without pausing her show, or just straight up asleep. But if we try to take the TV when she’s not engaged, she yells at us and throws tantrums for being rude to her; even if she lets us use the TV she will spend the entire day making passive aggressive comments at us for using it.
Note: when I say “we” this is because the three of us siblings all count as one unit even if we aren’t all engaged in what someone else has on the TV.
What’s weird is how hard we need to push to use the TV for maybe 2 hours/give a condition where she can ask us to stop when she wants a turn, and she can openly ask or give us a heads up like “can I have the TV in 30 minutes?”.
Sometimes we also ask her to turn the volume on her phone down/use her airpods because we’ll watch shows with tense scenes or get to climactic points in a game and our experience can be ruined if a tiktok starts blasting katy perry’s fight song (true story; completely ruined the true pacifist ending of undertale). She gets really mad about this, but we never play things at loud volumes on our phones (because we are scared at being yelled at) when she is ‘watching’ something.
So why might I be the AH? Well… she has a mobility disability and can’t really go upstairs to her room to do something else or go outside for a walk or anything, so I understand that this is basically the only thing she has in the way of a hobby… (I mean if you can really call binge watching hallmark movies a hobby.)
TLDR; mobility disabled mother controls the TV in the house’s only common area for 16 hours out of the day but doesn’t really have other means of engagement. AITA for wanting to use the TV to play games or watch shows with my siblings?
Additional info: we try to do things when she goes upstairs, but that tends to be near midnight on many days, so we don’t get to do much.
Sometimes she engages in what we’re doing, sometimes asking questions or giving commentary when I’m being bad at video games. She’ll even laugh and joke about it sometimes.
She is not interested in watching shows as a family and has no interest in trying any video games.
What are these acronyms?
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captainstarsplitter · 2 years ago
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Oh hey, my fellow humans.
It’s been a while, again.
It’s been a while of unpleasant things, which is why I took a break and focused on myself. This happened partially because I semi-voluntarily agreed to being treated in a hospital setting for a few days. Am I still grappling with it? Yes. Am I doing better? Maybe. I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.
I am currently on medical leave from work and I am so incredibly grateful. I’m even more grateful that this leave is paid. 2023 has felt like rock bottom so far, but when I look up I see a plethora of bright lights. I just have to get there again. To say I’ve been dealing with a lot of things is an understatement. The divorce is ongoing, and while it’s productive, it’s draining — mentally, emotionally, financially.
Two weeks ago one of the lagomorphs broke her leg and due to the complexity of the fracture had to get said leg amputated. I am incredibly thankful she is such a resilient old broad, because she’s adapting so well. But man, what a turn of events (which were also super draining — emotionally, mentally and financially.)
C. and I are no longer dating. I’ve made the decision to put a stop to any relationship other than the one with myself or the spawn, aside from regular friendships, obviously. I need to be honest with me and with others: I have neither the time nor the emotional bandwidth to deal with a partner right now. For the first time in my life I’ve committed to staying friends with an ex, and it’s refreshing. We still frequently talk and he’s been a lot of support during the dark days. (He’s also still a kind, smart, cute, thicc gem of a person and I’m still crushing a little. But right now is not the time.)
In the last couple of weeks I’ve focused on letting go of the bad and/or unwanted stuff. Lightening the load and clearing my conscience.
I’ve started selling stuff in preparation for moving, which is finally starting to feel more real. If things go well I might be in my own place in a month or two, which is fucking insane to think about.
I’ve reached out to people I owed an apology and diplomatically called out others for mistakes they’ve made — and then cut contact, letting myself feel what I need to feel and realize that no matter how vigilant I’m trying to be, some people just aren’t what they’re pretending to portray. It is sad and infuriating, but ultimately nothing I can change. What I’ll have to do is remind myself that while I’ll have to remain skeptical, plenty of good people exist. Good things will happen, and the earth will continue to float & turn, doing its thing. Everything will be ok in the end.
I will be ok in the end.
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