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fairlyang · 4 months ago

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Dos Locos 🕷️

ཐིཋྀ W/C: 1.8K

ཐིཋྀ PAIRING: ex!miguel x latina!reader

ཐིཋྀ TAGS: 18+ smut. toxic af, broken up, pettiness, cheating x2 (never do this), still so toxic, unprotected sex, being insufferable x2, awful humans, creampie

notes: i wrote the beginning on the last day of may i’m so dead😭 kinda back to writing for mig again 😀 july was for qimir oops. also was thinking of insomniac peter not peter b but it doesn’t matter sjsjsjjs

Broken up. Separated. End of. Not together.

You and Miguel both decided to break up because the relationship had gotten so toxic over the past year and you were both growing tired of it. So you ended it mutually but deep down you weren’t over him and he wasn’t over you either. after all it was a three year relationship.

Unfortunately you were both stubborn and were not going to make the first move to get back together or have one final fling. Especially since you found out he was on some petty shit after a month of being broken up and already seeing someone new.

in another world where his brother Gabriel wasn’t taken, he would’ve been the first choice. but you weren’t a homewrecker. famous last words.

So you did the only logical thing you could think of and hit up one of his work friends because you needed to out-petty him.

You ended liking him the tiniest bit and it may not have been so healthy to do it so soon after the breakup but you couldn’t help it.

Peter was just so sweet and funny, and didn’t nag at you over the littlest of things.

It was a surprise when you started officially going out with him two weeks after that. You saw him nearly everyday and he always spoiled you. Maybe a bit of love bombing but it was just so nice. it was a huge difference from the end of your relationship with Miguel.

You didn’t even care when you found out Miguel was also going out with that girl you saw him with two months ago.

After all, you were broken up, right?

imagine knowing damn well you’re both seeing other people, hell just full on taken but after an accidental sighting of each other at a bar you ended up in a hotel room together.

both of you folding like a book as if you weren’t in supposed happy relationships. neither of you could deny your feelings for each other and the chemistry was still there as if it never left.

so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he was on top of you, pounding into you as if the breakup never happened.

but his dirty words would quickly remind you.

“eres tan terca-“ he groans as you roll your eyes. (you’re so stubborn)

you had been denying that you missed him since you entered the room. he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t going to be the first to openly and verbally admit it.

“lo dices como si tu no eres!” you scoff making him grunt. (you say it as if you aren’t!)

“you’re a pain in my ass.” he mutters making you chuckle.

“yet here you are fucking me.” you spat quickly earning yourself an eye roll.

he was already so tired of your shit. it’s like he’s getting reminded of the reasons you broke up in the first place. it was bad enough you were as or even more stubborn than him but for it to not even stop while he was fucking you?

even after three months had passed?

and the fact that he liked it? he knew there was something wrong with him.

so he did what logically made sense in his head and started giving you deeper thrusts while keeping his same brutally fast pace.

you yelped and squirmed around but he held your legs in place. you bit your lip and gave him a glare.

how was it possible for him to be this annoying and still not put you off?

the grip he still has on you made you sick.

“aw estás enojada?” he teases making you let out a groan. (aww are you mad?)

he was just so aggravating. but lord was the bickering so badly missed.

so you decided to change the topic on the argument. just to have a slight upper hand.

“so are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you say breathlessly.

“what the fact that you practically jumped into my arms first chance you got?” he murmurs with a smirk.

you shake your head and roll your eyes, “that is not what happened-“ you start but cut yourself off, “how about the fact that you moved on after a fucking month?”

“what jealous?” he taunts and you groan again.

“you fucking wish.” you say and give him a grin.

“if anything you wished i was jealous.” he says stifling a laugh back.

“oh please.” you scoff and he shrugs before coming down so his face was closer to yours.

your hands were on his biceps, because if there was one thing you missed was having them to grip on to. Peter was rather… scrawny.

and as if reading your mind, he continued. “did you think you’d really make me jealous with Puny Parker?” he laughs, making you groan.

“i wasn’t trying to make anyone jealous.” you quickly defended yourself but he didn’t believe a word.

“yeah okay.” he mumbles and holds back a smile.

he did miss this, so of fucking course he was jealous. he was so fucking pissed when Peter started talking about chasing after a girl he was crushing on only to find out it was you.

he wanted to kill him.

but then he realized he shouldn’t be jealous. you weren’t his anymore and he had Dana. he should be more than happy and not jealous out of his mind but yet you always haunted his thoughts, dreams, hell he nearly moaned out your name when Dana was sucking him off.

he fucking knew Peter was giving you eyes but you always claimed he was just being nice.

nice would be letting you go without any marks on your body. even that was pushing it.

he quickly decided against it and leaned down, letting go of one of your legs to squeeze your left breast before sucking on your nipple. he moaned and pulled slightly back before he flicked his tongue over it,

he then went higher and kissed the top of your breast, everything happening so fast your mind didn’t even process when he started to suck onto your skin.

you gasped and smacked his arm before trying to push him away but he wasn’t budging. now you were getting worried.

sure you knew you’d have to face the music at some point but now with a fucking bright ass mark on your breast you’d have a harder time dragging it out.

“estás loco!!!” you hissed and he finally pulled away, with the biggest shit-eating grin. (you’re crazy!!!)

he decided to finally fall into being honest.

“por ti lo soy. quisite escuchar eso verdad?” he murmured and you feel your face flush. (for you i am. you wanted to hear that right?)

he moaned as you clenched against him, a big indicator that he was right. your body always gave you away and you wouldn’t even be able to lie about it.

“you’ve been dying to hear me admit how badly i missed you, haven’t you?. how i missed your hugs, missed your cooking, your kisses?” he admits and you bit your lip trying to fight the urge to give in.

his hand went up to your cheek, forcibly making you lock eyes with him. as if things couldn’t get worse he just kept going, “wanted to hear how fucking badly i missed your mouth? how fucking much i’ve been needing your pussy?”

his tone hit you and you couldn’t stop the moan from leaving your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slowed down, focusing on hitting it deeper inside you.

“ahora dime, soy el único loco?” he asks and you look back at him, beyond happy. (now tell me, am i the only crazy one?)

because you knew it and were glad it was mutual, and because you didn’t give in first.

he looked at you expectantly, he knew the truth the whole time but he knew with his admission that yours would follow.

you quickly wrapped you arms around his neck, bringing him closer before whispering, “somos un par de locos.” (we’re a pair of crazy people)

he leaned in and kissed you. you kissed him back immediately and it instantly turned into a heated kiss with his tongue clashing with yours. his hands were all over you and yours moved to scratch at his back because him fucking you again was what you’ve been craving.

he went back to pounding into you like there was no tomorrow and knew he wasn’t going to stop until he came inside you. he was already feeling so close and with the way you squeezed him to perfection like you always did, it wasn’t the tiniest bit surprising.

he pulled away so you could both catch your breath but mostly because he wanted to see your face. he loved looking at you when you came. even more so when you came at the same time.

he leaned his forehead to yours, his eyes all glossy, and his thrusts becoming slopping. you clenched against him and felt your orgasm build up quickly. “missed you so much baby.” you whimpered and he nodded, pieces of his hair falling down.

“you have no idea how much i missed you mami.” he murmured making you moan and hold onto his face as your legs began shaking.

“moaned your name instead of his.” you admitted making him smile.

“nearly did the same.” he chuckled making you laugh.

you were truly so alike. in more ways than you could ever count.

“you’re gonna call him after this and tell him to fuck off.” he muttered and you could only whimper.

“you’re all fucking mine i don’t care.” he purred and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his.

“toda mía, verdad hermosa?” he murmured and you quickly moan out a yes which was enough to push you both off the edge. (all mine, right beautiful?)

he groaned as he spilled his load inside you, making sure it was as deep as possible before doing slow thrusts to ride out your highs. your legs shook and your cries only drove him more insane.

he kissed your forehead as you brought your legs down and he slowly started to slip out of you. as much as he wants you to keep all his cum, he knew you were about to knock out.

his dick slipped out with a loud plop and his cum oozed out and dripped down to your asshole. he quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, getting a towel before running back to you to clean you up.

you closed your eyes as he made sure every drop came out and he softly cleaned you up before throwing the towel away and getting back into bed.

you quickly got comfortable on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and lifting the blanket over your bodies, so happy to have you back.

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara imagine #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x y/n

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brehaaorgana · 11 months ago

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DISCLAIMERS:

Budgeting helps you understand/know your money, it can't make money appear where there is none.

Everyone should learn to budget even if you don't have much money (especially then)

This is NOT a magic trick solution. Just like everything else, it is an assistive tool. This is one of those adult things we can't simply opt out of without negative consequences, though.

My advice is based on something I am currently able to do. That is, I can spend an amount of money on this specific thing that works well for me. If you have no extra money to spend then previously I was tracking things in a notebook. So you can still do this.

I believe Dave Ramsey is a fundie fraud/hack and no one should listen to him about money.

DID YOU KNOW THEY CANCELLED MINT???

Okay? OKAY.

Ahem.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT.

It is called YNAB for short. The first 34 days are your free trial, and that is my referral link. If anyone uses it and then signs up for a subscription, we both get a month free. Also you can share a subscription with up to six people (account owner can see everything but individuals can pick and choose what they share amongst each other) so like...idk your whole polycule can be on one account. Or your kids. Whatever.

If you are a student, it's free for a year. If you aren't, a subscription is $99 for a year (paid all at once) or $14.99 monthly, which is equivalent to paying Amazon prime. Go cancel Prime and get this instead tbh.

They got a whole article just on ynab and ADHD. They also have like...a big variety of ways to access their info? They have a book, podcast episodes, YouTube videos, blog posts, q&A's, free live workshops you can join (you can request live captioning), emails they can send (if you want) a wiki, and so on. They got workshops on all kinds of topics!!

So whatever ends up working for your brain. It also has a matching app.

If you lost Mint this year they have a gajillion things for moving from Mint.

Also they have a "got five minutes?" Page which has a slider so you can decide how much attention/time you have before going on lol:

They only have 4 rules of the budget, they're simple and practical, and it doesn't get judgey or like...mean about your spending.

1. Give every dollar a job 2. Embrace your true expenses 3. Roll with the punches 4. Age your money.

THEN THEY BREAK THESE DOWN INTO SMALL STEPS FOR YOU! They even have a printable! Also these rules are great because there's built in expectations that things WILL HAPPEN and it's NOT all or nothing with a fear of total collapse into failure. Reality and The Plan don't always align, especially if you have ADHD. So it's directing our energy towards the true expenses and not clinging to The Plan!! over reality.

You can automate a lot of shit (you can sync with your bank accounts just like mint, but also automate tagging the categories of regular expenses/transactions). And if for whatever reason you accidentally do something that makes the budget look weird or wrong:

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The app also (for whatever reason) scratches my itch to have things like...have incentives or little game-like goals in a way mint never did? I don't know why. Filling up the bars or putting money into the categories to cover my expenses is satisfying lmao. You can also make a big wish expense category for all the fun shit you want, and fund it whenever you can and then you can see the little bar go up and that's fun.

Anyways I've been using it for like 6+ months now and I think it's really helped me when I use it.

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mythicmanuscripts · 4 months ago

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Omega!aemond trying to act tough in front of the public but as soon as the dominating scent of his future alpha hits him he’s just wandering around like a puppy trying to find the delicious scent, and when he does he just does anything to get alone with them so he can smell them more he’s just so addicted the pathetic boy

God I love omega!aemond so so so much!! Incredible thoughts anon.

As always, I've added a cut so that you guys who arent into this type of thing can scroll past easily. All of my a/b/o writing will be tagged with 'a/b/o hotd' so if you don't want to see it at all then block that tag.

So I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: despite the fact that Aemond is an omega, he really has no idea how to be an omega.

He trains his entire life to try and overcome his designation. He’s ashamed it, ashamed of being a male omega, ashamed of being the second son. He’s not well liked and he knows this, and he also knows that alphas aren’t exactly tripping over their own feet to get to him.

Any alphas that did show interest were so domineering and controlling that he immediately turned them all down. He resiles himself with just being alone and doing what’s expected of him.

Because of this, when you come to the red keep with family to discuss matters with the Targaryens and Aemond smells your scent in the corridors…. He has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

He’s never liked an alpha’s scent, ever. Some were more manageable than others but he’s never actually liked it before. And now he’s smelling something that’s just utterly intoxicating and he has no idea who this person is and also has no idea what he’s supposed to be about this.

When he sits down at dinner and sees the guests, he immediately picks up the scent again and releases its you. He barely even says two words that whole dinner because he can’t keep his eyes off you and is trying to think of how he can approach you.

The biggest problem is that he really has no idea what to do now. He’s spent so much of his life trying to suppress his designation and so now that your scent has triggered him he just doesn’t know what to do. Most omegas know exactly how to dress and act when they’re interested in an alpha and needless to say, Aemond hadn’t given that one second of thought until he saw you.

He’s so quiet at dinner that Allicent even asks if something was wrong. He mealy choked while trying to tell her that everything

You notice him too of course, and not just because his reputation proceeds him but also because you got his his scent when he walked into dinner and you immediately loved it more than any other omega’s scent you’ve ever encountered.

He eventually manages to plot to get you in a room alone with him. The only issue is that once you’re in that room he realises he actually has no idea what to say to you. He never even thought that far.

You ask him what��s going on and he’s losing his mind because you smell so good and you’re standing right there and he doesn’t know what to don. After a bit of awkward silence you ask him why he wanted to talk with you. Again, he tries to answer but it’s like the human part of his brain has completely disappeared leaving only desperate horny omega.

For the first time he wishes he actually paid attention when the other omegas tried to rope him into watching romcoms and talking about his feelings. Maybe if he had listened to them than he’d know what to do here.

And of course you’re very respectful and you keep your distance and you wait for him to make the first move. He stands there looking at you, not knowing what to do now that he’s actually around you.

I think the best way to his heart might be to first just treat him kindly, but like any other person and not like an omega and especially not like an omega in line to the throne. You had seen him practicing his sword skills in the training yard the day before and so you ask him about it, about how long he’s been training and what his favourite styles are.

The conversation flows easily from there, and because Aemond is not at all used to how haywire his instincts are going right then, he keeps on drifting closer and closer to you? You try to subtly take steps back each time because Aemond has yet to show any romantic interests and you wouldn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable or getting your scent on him.

Aemond meanwhile hadn’t even noticed how he keeps on trying to get closer to you. If Aemond were more in tune with the omega side of him and didn’t spend his entire childhood blocking his ears every time someone spoke about courting and dynamics, then he’d probably realise he’s trying to get more of your scent and the back away because it’s considered improper. But the poor thing doesn’t even notice.

Eventually you’re literally backed up against the wall and you cannot move any further away and even then he only realises when his nose is just about against your neck. Of course he jumps back immediately and apologises, saying he doesn’t know what got into him and promising to never do that again.

If this were any other omega, you’d accept their apology and offer to continue a discussion in public with everyone there and then decide what the omega thinks of you. But this is not any omega. Based on what you’d heard before and what you’ve just seen, it’s clear to you that Aemond either wasn’t trained at all about courting or, what’s much more likely, that Aemond pushed his designation down and ignored all aspects of it.

As a result, when he’s faced with someone whose scent is addictive to him, he can’t control himself? He doesn’t even know what urges to expect nevermind what to do about them or what he should be doing instead. It’s like now the can of worms has been opened and there’s nothing he can do except make a fool of himself over and over again.

It’s because of this that you tell Aemond he doesn’t need to apologise. You say you enjoy talking to him and he can stand as close as he wants, can be as close to you as he wishes and that you’d be honoured with any level of attention from him.

You think this will make him relax and then you can continue talking in your won little bubble.

And well, you’re half right. He certainly does relax, but hearing you say he can be as close as he wants makes him immediately step closer and burry his nose in your neck.

For a moment you’re in complete shock, because this is against everything you’ve been taught. You’ll be fine, you’re an alpha. But Aemond? He’s going to walk out of the room smelling like another alpha and no one else will even look at him anymore.

Despite that, you can’t help but hug him back. You rub his back and be actually purrs?? You just keep hugging him, telling him it’s alright because you don’t want him to panic.

After that, he’s attached to your side at all times. Good luck speaking to any other omegas because you have a jealous dangerous omega with zero control over their instincts following you around at all times.

#a/b/o hotd #omega!aemond #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x you #aemond fic #aemond smut #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon imagine

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 7 months ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

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Disclaimer: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this confirmation is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, check out my 'Hongjoong as your late bloomer bf' post.

Methodology: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

Hongjoong has dyed his hair back black and it's my favourite hair colour on him (we see it so rarely) and b/c he's my Ateez bias- I had to revamp his natal chart.

Overview:

Scorpio Sun (11th House)

Gemini Moon (6th House)

Capricorn Rising (Saturn-Ruled)

Sagittarius Mercury (12th House)

Scorpio Venus (11th House)

Virgo Mars (9th House)

Fuckboi Rating:

2/10

Out of all the members of Ateez, I'm inclined to believe that Hongjoong would least likely be a fuckboi because his Scorpio stellium and Moon in the 6th House indicates he's not a shallow man and craves soul-bonding, all-too consuming connection in relationships.

Take this next point very casually BUT as someone who has similar placements to him AND the overall energy I get from Hongjoong, I wouldn't be surprised if he identifies with being demi-sexual and he can't find pleasure in physical intimacy w/o an emotional connection.

This is emphasised with having a Virgo Mars because Earth Mars typically have a fluctuating sex drive so he can probably abstain for awhile and be okay with it.

Red & Green Flags:

Red:

Emotional and verbal dysregulation! His 12th House Mercury indicates difficulty expressing emotions in a calm and collected manner.

The Sagittarius influence heightens that trait by making his impulsive behaviour more erratic and could be seething for days before he randomly explodes over a simple issue.

PETTY! The 12th House Mercury and Scorpio placements indicate he could be the type to weaponize the silent treatment, going for hours without speaking to you until you figured out what you did wrong.

Green:

LOYAL TO THE BONE!!! You could go to hell and back and Hongjoong would hold your hand the entire time. These moments of 'difficulties' actually enhance Hongjoong's affection towards you because you trust him to see you at your most 'vulnerable'.

Committment!!! Yes, this should be a bare minimum but Hongjoong would be a faithful man and you would never have to worry about him cheating because he probably views cheating as a betrayal of trust.

Self-automony! By this I mean he values independence and wouldn't try to 'change' you as a person and would choose to accept your flaws and all.

Ideal Type...If He's Into Women:

It's interesting because his 5th House in Taurus is the complete opposite to his Scorpio Venus so his type could have polarising qualities.

Either they are boisterous and loud in public and shy and laid-back around him or vice versa. He likes a partner who shows a side of themselves that only Hongjoong can see.

Hongjoong is definitely an arse and legs man and would be attracted to the grunge but feminine archetype so lace dresses, stockings with Doc Martens etc.

I've noticed in fancalls he loves curly hair, whenever there's a fancall with an Atiny and they have curly hair, he'll always comment about how good their hair looks.

Dom, Sub Or Switch?

Hongjoong is one of the members that's more of a true 'switch' when it comes to power dynamics and yes, he is definitely more on the dominant side BUT not to far...I'd say 60% dominant, 40% submissive.

It's why whenever I scroll the ateez smut tags and see a Seongjoong fic where it's bottom!hwa...I laugh because it's actually the other way around.

Hongjoong is definitely more of a service/pleasure dom and his Gemini Moon and 11th House Venus makes him flexible in what he desires sexually in a partner.

He would enjoy having a bratty sub that he can put in place (kindly) like you see with Wooyoung.

He would also enjoy an obedient sub that completely adores and worships him.

No matter what, he needs to know that you're willing and trusting to put your entire body and soul in his hands.

Kinks...Just A Few Of Them:

Corruption!!!

Yes, I know this is very obvious BUT it's completely true because his Scorpio placements indicates he wants to OWN you as partner (consensual of course) and the thought of him being the FIRST to touch you, to mould you to his desires...it would just cause his heart to quicken and his mind to race with the most impure of thoughts.

This would also cater towards enjoying someone who might be nervous/slightly insecure around him, it would boost his ego to see your cheeks flush at him taking off your clothes or whispering something suggestive in your ear.

'You're so cute when you're nervous angel but don't worry, I'll take care of you because you're mine remember? And I always look after what's mine'.

Voyeurism...Kinda??

Hear me out and if someone knows the proper term for this...can you comment down below???

But with Hongjoong and his love for photography...he'd love to keep a personal scrapbook of all the photos he's taken of you after a steamy session of love-making.

This goes hand in hand with his corruption kink and his love for 'ruining' you- lipstick smeared, hair tousled, mascara running down your face, cheeks flushed.

I'm leaning towards voyeurism because he wouldn't show these photos to anyone, they would be for his own personal collection because he gets off on knowing that it's just HIM that can do this to you and see you this way.

'Fuck angel, spread your legs a bit more...I want to see it all drip out for me...these photos just want to make me dress you up and fuck you all over again'.

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Please comment, share and thirst the hell out of this because this took WEEKS to finish!!!

May's fic will be out and published on the 31st.

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kokorose · 11 months ago

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YnStroll: Cowboy, I love you to the moon and stars! You’ve changed by life in the short time we’ve been together. You’ve taught me things about myself that I didn’t know before. I’ve never laughed as much in my life as I have in the last couple months. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and never been loved as much as you love me.

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DanielRicciardo: Baby, I’ve never been so in love with someone as I am with you! You’re the light in my life. You are my muse! I never belived that love could change your life but you’ve proven me wrong. You’ve changed my life in ways I’ve never thought could be possible. I love you darling!

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mimimui · 1 year ago

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bllk boys as your not-so bf

includes: isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin

tags: use of profanity, use of 'babe', one-sided(?), angst if you squint hard enough, discord in nagi's

a/n: inspired by my not-so bf (we don't talk anymore) :b srsly idk if that guy actually liked me or not but anyway .. enjoy !

even if he's at soccer training, he answers all your texts right away. you've seen him reply, or rather, not reply, to his other friends whenever he was with you. it feels as if isagi gives you special treatment, but in reality, you barely talk in real life. he pays you no mind when you pass by him, as if you were strangers. sure, he can act like that all he wants, but he can't forget all the late night talks you had.

you've shared secrets, fears, ambitions, and questions with each other. you've exchanged greetings, selfies, and "i love you"s, yet he's able to act as if you're nothing more to him. you look at him and there's a familiar pang in your heart, one you've experienced many times before.

how much longer is he going to hide his true feelings for you? does he have feelings at all?

the morning of the sleepover your friend hosted, you and bachira lie down comfortably on the bed, clicking through your friends' instagram stories. you're on his chest and his head is on your shoulder, him being the one clicking through while you hold your phone. he occassionally makes comments about them, saying things like "that was funny" or "ooh that one's pretty, introduce me sometime?"

you frown at his comment, but he doesn't see it. you two are always so close, holding hands and whatnot. you're always mistaken as a couple, but bachira denies it quicker than you do, which is a sign you should probably take. when you all go home, your friend sends you a picture they took of you and bachira on the bed and teases you.

your heart wrenches as you tell them "we're just friends."

you share a lot of your things with chigiri, and he does the same. you always find him asking to borrow your hairbrush, if he can take a bite of your food, use your phone, and more than you can remember. can you recall when you let him use your shirt after training? yeah, that was the only thing of yours he never gave back. why would he even keep that shirt?

on his way home, his teammates asked him if the shirt belonged to his significant other. he pauses for a moment, but then ultimately denies even having one. you get a bit irritated at times, and he has to snap you out of your thoughts at the cafe you two frequent. here you are, once again sharing a drink with one straw. yes, one.

from all the indirect kisses you've shared, you should actually just kiss at this point.

you and nagi play video games together everyday. you're always seen duoing together, so a lot of people mistake you two for a couple. after soccer training, nagi's quick to turn on his computer and ask you to play games with him. fps, rpg, horror... you've played so many games together you've lost count.

in vc, he hears you groan and he stifles a laugh. you complain the player that killed you is cheating as you click through the players to spectate nagi. when you're about to mention the flank, he says something that makes your heart pound. maybe you're imagining it, or maybe it's because of a shitty headset, but did he just call you 'babe'?

you shake your head, brushing it off. you probably just heard wrong.

reo connected his online payment to your food apps, so you don't have to pay for your orders. you refused at first, but as your face recognition detects his face, your phone was now his domain. he tells you to order food whenever you want, and not to tell him when you do, he doesn't mind.

but as you see him carrying an extra lunchbox with food he made himself, you wonder who he's going to give it to. you're not bothered, of course, it was just a cooked lunch. made by reo. personally. you mentally slap yourself for thinking about it so much. are you even allowed to be jealous of the lunchbox's recipient? you're just reo's friend, and you already have access to his online wallet, so what's the problem?

yeah... what's the problem?

he's annoyingly good at minesweeper. rin effortlessly completed the board, while you're still stuck deciding between the bottom or top tile. he acts nonchalant about his umpteenth win that day, but you know he wants to brag about it to you so bad.

you sigh in defeat, asking him for another rematch, which he gladly agrees to. and, just like all other times, he completes his board first. this time, instead of laughing at you for being slow, he takes your device and completes the board for you. he complains you take too long, and that he gets impatient when his love isn't done with the game.

wait. his what?

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #chigiri x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #rin x reader

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antimony-medusa · 2 years ago

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One of the things that I think sometimes gets lost when we talk about what's appropriate in fandom spaces is the notion that things can be appropriate in one space, but not for another. And that doesn't mean that the thing that's inappropriate in that setting is wrong, it just means that it's rude in that space. I think people want a single set of rules that's appropriate everywhere, but the thing is, you have to be able to assess the situation, and adjust your behaviour accordingly.

So an example. I have a fairly popular text post that was me asking about c!phil and religion in all innocence, and someone said "the only thing I have to say about c!phil is that he worships on his knees, thank you and goodnight". And I reblogged it like "I can't believe I forgot about how this fandom does phil analysis", cause it was at the height of the dilfza memes.

Anyways that's obviously a phil-is-happily-married/oral sex joke, in an oblique innuendo way, and on this site, where Phil is not here, and his friends are not here, with it being clear I was talking about the block man character, and we make jokes about sex and profanity (a very popular url scheme for a long time was "[name]shugecock" (or smalldick, depending on the joke)— that's a fine joke to make. I'm an adult, I can make sex jokes about fictional characters on the sex joke fictional character social media site.

If I was to make that joke in Philza's twitch chat, a) in his face, b) with his wife modding, c) in an enviroment where people aren't prepped for sex jokes, d) with it being not clear if I was talking about the cubito or about the real guy, that would be wildly inappopriate. I would be banned in every chat Philza mods in and I would deserve it.

That doesn't mean that it's inappropriate to make the joke in the first place though, just because I wouldn't do it at a Phil meet and greet. It means you gotta learn to read the room. (And like, sometimes it's hard to learn to read the room, but you can do it by pure brute-force memorization. I did.)

This is the same theory that underlies the fact that you can call your friends a bitch in a friendly way, because you are friends and you know each other's boundaries, but if you call your boss a bitch, you will be fired. There are rules about workplace appropriateness, and there are rules about what's appropriate in front of kids (I teach teens, I do not swear in front of them, I swear a LOT in front of my roommate), and there are rules about what's appropriate in different fandom spaces. Participating in an exchange about pregnancy and babies with your favourite blorbo of the moment? Great. Showing the actor gift art you got of him pregnant? No. Bad. Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

The thing that concerns me is that I think there are slight signs that as we get more comfortable with sexy jokes and offcolour remarks as a MCYT fandom (QSMP is the big banner example but it happens with other smps), we're taking what's appropriate in one space (tumblr, home of the brain worms, where I have seen the blog "philzaswetpussy" on my dash), and we're bringing it into places that it's not appropriate (sure, slimeariana is clearly canon, but maybe don't put the actual dicks-out fan art in the art tag on twitter that slime checks). Cause we can obviously tell that the rules twitter is going with are silly for here, so it's full speed ahead for roier/spreen etc, but the trick here is that it's full speed ahead HERE, or in fandom servers, and not necessarily in the streamer's faces.

We have a bunch of situations where creators have said that it's not their place to weigh in on shipping or nsfw etc, and people have taken that as a go ahead and that's fine, but thats still something where I'd like, caution people that just because they said "not gonna look at it not my deal", that doesn't mean that like, you should make it difficult for them to avoid looking at it. Talking about scitties is an honourable tradition, but telling scar that he makes you question your sexuality in his TTS— I made a horrified noise in real life and the cats came to look at me.

And I'm talking about the shipping, but this is also a thing with like— sometimes I see a streamer and I go "my friend you just vividly described neurodivergent symptoms" but it is ABSOLUTELY not my place to say that in their chat. It might not even be appropriate to make comments about it on my blog, with the amount of followers I have. I have to keep the "streamer just described the ADHD experience again :pensive:" comments for the group chat. And we all nod and go "yeah sounds like streamer", and we do not put it in his face, cause that's inappropriate.

We get to have fun with the fictional characters, including off-colour fun, but we still have to remember that there are real people who don't know us who are steering those fictional characters around, and it can be profoundly weird to see some of the (stuff that is appropriate in fandom spaces!) just up in your face in the regular fan art tag.

Just think about the space you're in, and who you're in front of, and if a CC notice is actually likely, and if a CC notice would be Very Bad actually with what you're doing, and keep the "world's sluttiest absent father" bracket (with associated slutty fan art) for here, not with the streamer tagged on twitter.

#discourse #medusas banger posts #fandom meta

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quin-ns · 7 months ago

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The blue III (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Series summary: JJ has a secret, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto it. He discovers his breaking point when his best friend starts to show interest in you, his step sister, who he’s already fallen hard for

Series tags: step brother!jj, dual pov, jealousy, one sided john b x reader, drinking, inappropriate relationship, public sex, oral sex (f receiving)

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JJ got over his admittedly smug satisfaction of getting you to himself for the rest of the night when he woke up in the morning.

As he stretched out in the chair, sleep slipping away as he extended his sore limbs, he recalled how he got there in the first place.

He looked over to you and noticed you smiling lazily, but it wasn’t at him.

“I just finished cooking, if you guys are hungry,” John B announced, having appeared in the doorway.

John B gave him a smile, and JJ glowered in response. He wasn’t awake enough to hide his real feelings yet.

John B’s smile faltered and JJ knew his friend wasn’t all that deserving of his contempt as the other boy disappeared back inside.

“You hungry?” you asked, throwing a glance his way as you got up from the couch.

JJ didn’t hesitate to follow you into the house.

Days later, he still felt that nasty twinge of jealousy in his gut.

Since that morning he’d done his best to keep it in. And it was working, for the most part. If John B noticed before, he didn’t bring it up. JJ was grateful for that because his friend definitely did notice.

If he had asked JJ what was wrong, JJ wasn’t sure he knew how to answer.

I don’t want you to try and date my step sister because I’m jealous that I can’t didn’t sound like an acceptable explanation. Even sitting by himself with his thoughts couldn’t help JJ become that delusional.

Even if he wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable lounging in the chair on his porch, JJ hated being at home alone. The only thing worse was being home with his dad. Sure, he could’ve gone to the Chateau, but he wanted to pick you up from work on time. He also thought about just showing up and hanging out with you, but the Carreras treated him like a seagull—convinced his only purpose was to steal food and pester their daughter.

The buzzing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. He almost opened the message right away, as he usually did, but he read the preview and disappointment stuck. He decided against it.

Y/N: hey, kie’s gonna drive me tonight just lyk

When it started getting dark, JJ hopped on his bike and set off towards The Wreck anyway. You’d woken up earlier than him so he hadn’t seen you all day, he didn’t want to wait.

Was it cheesy of him to think he missed you already? Probably, but JJ didn’t care.

He came to a stop in the parking lot, near Kie’s jeep so you couldn’t miss him. JJ didn’t mind waiting however many minutes he did, when you stepped out with a hint of surprise on your face, it was worth it.

The light from the restaurant lit up your features, and he was certain the expression on your face said you were pleased to see him.

He couldn’t help but smirk. He was about to open his mouth to shoot a joke your way, but Kiara stopped across from him at your side and spoke up first.

“What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t think you’d still be here,” JJ lied with ease. He stepped away from his bike. He reminded himself to keep it simple, stuffing his hands into his pocket so he wouldn’t fidget with them.

He looked at you as you said, “I texted you she was gonna give me a ride.”

The slight doubt on your face was cute. He almost wondered if you were gonna take out your phone and check—but he’d covered his bases with that, the text would still say ‘delivered’ and not ‘read’.

JJ shrugged it off. “I didn’t see it. You wanna ride with me to the Chateau then? Since I detoured all the way here,” he said with a mix of sarcasm and guilt-tripping.

You rolled your eyes and it made him smile to himself when you looked away to Kiara.

“I’ll see you there,” you told the other girl. JJ knew you weren’t going to say no. You were already climbing onto the bike before he could say anything else. “Come on, since you’re in such a rush.”

Your voice held the same teasing his had.

“You’re so bossy.”

JJ was aware how flirtatious it sounded, but you didn’t react. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not. He climbed onto the bike and told you to hold on. Your arms slid under his, locking together around him. Your chest pressed to his back, and JJ felt a flutter of excitement as he sped off away from the restaurant.

He would have driven faster, but he was much more cautious when you were riding with him. The last thing he wanted to do was lose control with you on board.

Even still, he could feel your heart pounding against his back. His own heart rate picked up when you held him tighter. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you had been in this position, it always thrilled him in a way that would just make him long for you later when you parted from him.

Concern crept in and he slowed down a little, making sure you could hear him when he asked you if you were alright.

“All good,” you replied with what was hopefully the truth.

“I’ve never crashed this thing,” JJ called back to you. He didn’t want you to be genuinely worried. “You can trust me.”

“I know,” you told him without hesitation. It made him release a breath, relieved. He sped up a little again, aware that Kiara was driving behind and wouldn’t like the slow pace. As he did that, he heard your voice one more time as you declared, “I do!”

JJ laughed a little to himself, hearing the squeak in your voice due to him speeding up right as you spoke.

He got you two to the Chateau pretty quick after that, and when he pulled into the yard and stopped the bike, JJ felt you relax against his back.

He climbed off the bike first, reluctantly making you separate from him, but he made up for it by offering his hand. It was a simple gesture but as you hopped off, you looked like you appreciated the extra balance.

“Thanks,” you said softly, eyes going past his.

JJ followed your gaze and spotted Pope and John B already seated around a small fire. They waved, and JJ held your hand a little tighter.

“Campfire, nice,” he muttered, not wanting to let you go.

So, he took a risk, and didn’t. It was small enough that he could get away with it—he had a list in his mind of what he could play off if you asked what the hell he was doing, and what he’d have no excuse for.

Holding your hand? Sorry, he didn’t notice he still was. Why was he standing so close? He could ask you the same thing. Why was he staring at you? He wasn’t, he just zoned out.

You never asked him these questions, but he still liked having the answers ready, knowing he had a tendency to push things.

JJ led the way further into the yard, bringing you along behind him. You didn’t let go or pull away from him, which JJ was sure he’d obsessed about later.

For now, he put on his best attitude to try and enjoy the night. He didn’t want to be a buzzkill, that was the last thing JJ thought of himself as.

“Where’s Kie?” Pope asked first, looking between JJ and you, wondering where the last member of the group was.

“Nice to see you too, Pope,” JJ sassed.

He had a feeling Pope might be crushing on Kie, but he wasn’t going to give him too hard of a time about it. At least he liked someone outside of his own house.

“She was right behind us,” you pointed out.

You turned your body to face where the jeep had parked, spotting Kie as she climbed out of her car. Not just that, but you dropped his hand. Were you just looking for an excuse to do so? Or was it just an afterthought?

JJ bit back his disappointment, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Let’s get this party started,” you declared, finding the chair closest to you.

JJ sat beside you, which happened to be next to John B. His friend handed him a beer as a silent greeting, and JJ accepted the gesture with a nod. They were cool, everything was fine. Beers got passed around as soon as Kie joined the group and everyone began to unwind.

“I swear, we get the dumbest customers,” Kiara complained about work, shooting you a knowing look. “That lady today with the tattoo of Garfield on her arm?”

“Oh god,” you groaned and tilted your head back, as if just the memory gave you a migraine. “She walked up to the counter and was super rude to me, and then with a completely serious face asked how to get to The Wreck.”

“What’d you say?” John B wondered, raising his brows in curiosity.

“I told her it was a mile down the road.”

JJ chuckled alongside everyone else, appreciating the deviousness.

“Then what happened?” John B asked.

“She left,” you concluded, proud of yourself.

John B laughed hard.

You lifted your head a little to give him a look, but he just kept laughing. JJ saw the way a smile worked its way onto your face.

Okay, that was… fine. JJ didn’t want to be in a bad mood, so he angled himself to focus on you. It made him feel better. You always did.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Kie told you in a teasing tone. “Common sense and decency are both necessary life skills.”

The two of you clicked your bottles together at that.

“You think that’s bad?” Pope started what was surely a story of his own. “Try working grocery delivery for Kooks. The amount of people who ask for stuff they never ordered like I can just make it appear is crazy…”

And so that set everyone off on another tangent, but JJ noticed the subtle way you kept flicking your eyes to John B. JJ kept his back to the other boy, suspecting he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut if he saw John B shooting you that flirty smile he used on Tourons.

They hadn’t explicitly had the conversation, but John B had to know you were off limits. Not just due to the whole ‘no Pogue on Pogue macking’ rule for the group, but also because of your connection to JJ. He didn’t see you as a sister, he never had. You were like a best friend who happened to live with him. But no one else knew that, so John B should take your relationship at face value and know a sibling of any kind was off limits.

And that was all aside from the fact that JJ was hopelessly into you.

It was ironic, really, because if you were any other girl that JJ was into, and John B knew that, he would’ve backed off. Especially because JJ actually liking a girl for more than just a night had never happened before. But you weren’t any other girl, and JJ couldn’t let John B know. Even more than that, he didn’t want you to know. The two of you had something incredible he couldn’t risk destroying. That knowledge didn’t stop him from wanting to take that risk, but fear did.

So it made it hard when John B didn’t let up on flirting with you. If it was obvious to him, it was obvious to everyone else. JJ observed you every time John B went out of his way to make you laugh, or the way you’d send witty comments his way. He couldn’t quite read you as well as he wished he could. It was hard to tell if you were truly reciprocating or just playing along. Although, he liked to think it was the latter.

Every once in a while, JJ would say something, and you’d look his way. The frustration he’d feel bubbling up at John B would simmer down when you focused solely on him, even for a short period. Listening to what he said, chuckling in response. No one had ever quite had that effect on JJ before you.

Suddenly, you let out a sound of amusement. It looked like it surprised you, snapping you out of your own head. It brought JJ back to reality too, unsure of what other conversation had been carrying on around him.

“What’s on your mind?” John B asked you before JJ could get a word out.

You shrugged, clearly having been zoned out too. “What’s on yours?”

“If El Dorado is real.”

Very funny, how clever. JJ kept back the sarcastic comment to himself.

“It’s definitely not,” Pope interjected, making JJ want to shake his head.

“You don’t dream of good and riches, Pope?” he asked the boy across from him. JJ got an eye roll in response, which was pretty on brand for Pope.

John B brushed past it, no doubt zeroed in on you. They had that in common recently.

“Your turn.”

You hummed, and JJ could see the way you fought back a teasing grin. “Where I’m gonna go on vacation. What do you think—Cancun or Bali?”

“Cancun is closer. What kind of room are you booking?” John B was quick to play along. “Ocean view would be nice.”

JJ felt a familiar twinge of jealousy. He shifted in his chair.

Then, you asked, “Why, do you wanna come with?” and JJ’s mouth felt dry.

“I don’t know, do you want the company?”

It didn’t matter if the scenario was fake, JJ was begging you to say no. Please no.

To shut himself up, JJ grabbed his beer and downed it.

“Maybe I do,” you replied, and JJ stifled a coughing fit.

You weren’t trying to hurt him but god did it burn. It was John B’s fault, baiting you into this, trying to make you… what, like him?

He needed to back off, that’s what he needed to do.

Just as JJ was about to say something, Kie swooped in and did it for him.

“Can you two quit it? All the flirting is making me nauseous.”

Same here, JJ thought to himself.

“Aw, don’t be jealous, Kie,” John B said smugly. “You can come with.”

Kiara rolled her eyes and so did JJ. John B sounded really full of himself right now and the thought crept in that someone should put him in his place.

“Barring the fact that this vacation is hypothetical, I’d also like to be invited,” Pope commented.

Seriously? Even Pope was endorsing this? Despite being last to speak, your eyes didn’t stay on him for more than a second, maybe. JJ counted.

A gnawing feeling struck in his gut as he finally looked to John B, knowing that’s who your eyes were on. The envy he’d smothered before boiled over all of the sudden. He wanted to blame it on the beer, but he wasn’t sure he could.

“‘Course you’re goin’, Pope!” The words burst out before JJ could stop himself, a strained laugh never even making its way out. It came out more hostile than he had intended, even if it really was what he felt. He dropped his hand to John B’s shoulder, fingers gripping a little too tight as he forced a smile. His teeth were clenched together behind a closed lipped smile as he locked eyes with John B. He looked startled. Good, JJ thought. “You got room for the rest of us? Or were you just gonna steal Y/N and take off?”

An uncontrollable bitterness had seeped into his voice by now. His fingers pressed in harder as no response came. It wasn’t a hypothetical question, he wanted an answer.

JJ wondered if John B would fess up, because it certainly seemed like that’s what he wanted to do.

John B looked… concerned. It made JJ falter for a moment. It made him question if he’d somehow fooled himself into seeing things differently.

“No one’s stealing anyone,” he replied carefully. JJ blinked. He became very aware of how silent the group had become. He nearly looked over to you, but John B wasn’t done. “You know that, right?”

JJ took a moment, eyes narrowing slightly, examining John B’s face and replaying the words. Was it an apology without the exact words? Or an attempt to get him to back down?

“It’s not like we’re actually going anywhere,” Kiara interjected, a subduing tone to her voice.

“Right,” JJ said slowly. He detached himself from John B, feeling the pressure of all eyes on him. Usually, he wouldn’t mind, but he was used to being the comic relief when that happened. He found his bottle and stared down at it as he held it tight in his hand. “Maybe some other time, when we find El Dorado,” he tried to joke, but it came out tense.

The silence that followed was louder than if anyone had laughed.

The focus on him made JJ want to crawl out of his skin. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, because he knew he might break under your questioning gaze.

Blaming John B seemed like the easiest out in his mind, but he couldn’t get on a soapbox and point fingers now. He couldn’t even be certain you even liked the other boy, but just that thought made his head spin in the worst way possible. He tried to lift his beer and drink what was left, but nothing remained. Great. JJ looked at the bottle with spite. He wanted to throw it, but resolved to drop it and stand instead.

“I’m gonna get another, you guys want anything?” he asked in a mutter, walking off to the house.

When he got inside, JJ gripped the counter and bowed his head, catching his breath. He didn’t realize how he’d held it until he stopped for a moment to try and consciously breathe.

He needed to get control of himself, he was all over the place tonight. If he could just take a minute and let himself get settled, he could plaster on a smile and walk back out with a beer in hand and get drunk enough to ease his nerves.

Just when he pulled himself together enough that he thought he could walk back out, John B appeared in the doorway.

“You wanna tell me what that was?” John B questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

JJ scoffed. He didn’t receive being cornered very well. Never had.

“Not sure what you mean.”

“Can’t exactly lie when I was right there,” John B countered. “Is this about Y/N?” JJ’s jaw clenched at the mention of you. That was answer enough. “I don’t know what you think is going on, but we were just messing around. Don’t be mad at Y/N,” John B requested, like he was some kind of knight who was protecting your honor.

“I’m not,” JJ replied.

“But you’re mad at me?”

JJ didn’t answer fast enough, but that was an answer in itself.

“I know what you’re thinking, okay?” John B paused in a way that sent a strike of fear through JJ. Had he figured it out somehow? Was he privy to JJ’s most shameful thoughts? “I don’t even know if she likes me back, but I would never hurt her,” John B continued, and air returned to his lungs. Fear switched back to anger. “You know I wouldn’t.”

JJ scoffed, and he couldn’t help the laugh that followed. Not only of relief, but with a sharp mocking for him getting it so wrong.

In addition, JJ’s suspicions being confirmed wasn’t something he was exactly happy about either.

“Okay, whatever you say,” JJ dismissed, trying to shove past him. John B stepped back in front of him, not letting him get away that easily. JJ’s face hardened as he was forced back into the house. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

John B looked taken aback. “So you don’t want to talk about this at all? Clearly it bothers you.”

“Have some sob fest and talk about my feelings with you? No, John B, I don’t,” JJ snapped. “And you and Y/N? Not gonna happen, so quit while you’re ahead.”

“Why?” John B challenged, squaring his shoulders. “Because you said so?”

JJ clenched his fists and his frown deepened.

“Yeah,” he decided. “Because I said so.”

John B seemed like he hadn’t expected pure honesty, and JJ took the opportunity to shove past him and escape out the door.

He kept his eyes forward, opting to go for his motorbike, knowing sticking around would only make this worse.

He heard John B behind him. “Seriously, JJ!?” JJ kept going, putting distance between the two of them. “Why are you making such a big deal about this?”

JJ ignored him, instead doing the safe thing and getting on his bike once he crossed the yard. He didn’t dare look anywhere but forward. He sped off before he could even think about it, all he knew was he couldn’t be here anymore.

Arriving at home wasn’t much better. In fact, it was worse. He threw his bike down in the yard and charged inside, and the way that he slammed the door behind him pissed his dad off. He’d been sleeping on the couch and the noise woke him up.

“With the way you’re storming in here you’d think you owned the place,” his dad berated, getting to his feet.

His dad got one strike to his cheek before JJ wised up and retreated. His father didn’t chase after him, behaving as if JJ was just a pest he had to swat away from his presence.

The pain in his cheek stung, and so did the tears in his eyes.

At that moment, JJ wished you were here. You’d cup his face and make sure he was okay. He’d pretend he didn’t need it, but you’d hug him anyway and tell him he didn’t deserve what happened, and that you were sorry, even though it wasn’t your fault.

Longing brought him to your room. With the way JJ took off, he guessed he probably wouldn’t be seeing you for a while. You’d stay at the Chateau and talk about it with the others. He felt awful for leaving you behind, but if he stayed for a second longer things would’ve gotten worse.

So here he was, making himself at home in your room. He didn’t bother to turn the light on, JJ simply sat down on the edge of your bed, thinking to himself.

He wondered what you were thinking about him leaving. He hoped you wouldn’t assume he was mad at you, although he wasn’t even sure what he wanted you to think. Maybe John B would tell you, and things would be awkward when you got back—if you came back tonight.

The thought of you spending the night alone with John B made JJ want to jump back on his bike, but he’d already screwed up a lot tonight.

JJ hated the way things were happening. It’s not like he wanted to be angry or even fighting with one of his best friends. John B didn’t know why what he was doing was so wrong, but JJ hoped his friend would still heed his warning and back off of you.

It was a waking nightmare, imagining you and John B as a happy couple, unknowingly rubbing in his face what he wanted with you but couldn’t have.

He reminded himself the two of you weren’t related, but it didn’t change how his anxiety told him his friends would look at him, or worse, what you’d think of him. JJ feared that you’d feel betrayed, that you’d judge him as if he presented himself as one thing while having an ulterior motive. What if he lost your trust? What if you could only ever see him as a brother?

It wasn’t his plan, it really wasn’t. He wasn’t planning on falling for you, it just happened and now he couldn’t stop it.

His entire body felt heavy, like all the thoughts piling up in his head were weighing the rest of him down.

What would you think of him?

JJ’s head hit your pillow and he inhaled deeply. Your scent still lingered, and it soothed the stinging in his cheek when it made contact with the cool fabric.

He shifted around until he got comfortable, his feet hanging off the bed because he knew you’d say something if he got his boots on the bed. He should’ve kicked them off, but he didn’t have the energy to.

Sleep never came, so JJ just laid still in the quiet, heart thumping against his ribcage with his chest pressed to the mattress, tracing his finger along the area within reach, pondering what the hell to say, or what he should’ve said, or not said at all.

Pope was pretty smart, maybe he’d have some good ideas about how to build a time machine. But even that wouldn’t solve all his problems. JJ would still be desperately in love with you and had not a clue what to do about it. He doubted Pope or anyone could help him with that.

He was long past fixing, this was just another item to add to the running list of screwed up things about JJ Maybank.

The sound of your bedroom door opening came a while later, but still sooner than he’d expected. Maybe an hour? Or less? JJ figured you would’ve hung out with the others later into the night.

He could feel your eyes on him, even if the dark didn’t allow him to see you all that clearly. JJ only shifted his gaze to your figure in the doorway, remaining still.

Then you went for your bedside lamp and clicked it on. Light filled the room and even if he was going to pretend he was asleep, that was no longer an option. You caught his eyes open.

“That really wasn’t cool,” you started. “Fighting with John B then storming off like that.”

JJ didn’t know how to respond to that. He glanced up at you still, looking over your form. He could tell you were upset, that much was for sure.

It still came as a surprise when you ripped the pillow out from under his head.

This wasn’t going to go away, apparently. Maybe he should’ve just put aside his instincts to seek out comfort from you and gone to his own room.

JJ sat up, full of regret. “Thanks, I’ll remember that next time.”

He saw the moment you noticed the new injury to his cheek. Your face shifted and he swallowed, jaw tightening.

“Don’t. It’s fine.”

You watched him for a moment, just as stubborn as he was. He wanted your comfort, not pity. You were frustrated with him, he’d fall apart if you still showed him kindness, maybe even held his face in your delicate hands. It was tempting, but every time you held him, his secrets threatened to spill out. It took everything he had to keep it in, but it was a losing battle.

“There’s not gonna be a next time, you need to fix this,” you stated firmly instead of trying to soothe him.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. Couldn’t you just be on his side?

“Funny how you seem to think you’re the boss of me,” he grumbled, not wanting to talk about this with you. If he wanted this to stop, he had to get mean, and he’d never done that with you. But he felt as if he were on the precipice of something. “Why does it matter anyway? Can you just stay out of it?”

JJ recognized the defiant look of your face as you said, “Well, if you weren’t all weird and hadn’t ditched me, maybe I wouldn’t be involved.”

Yeah, he deserved that. God, why was he such a mess? His gaze fell to the ground, unable to meet your eyes.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, and he meant it, too. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

He heard you sigh. “It’s fine, I got a ride with Kie.” Your voice held less annoyance than it had before. It was replaced by curiosity as you tried to decipher what went down. “Did you and John B fight about me?”

JJ tried to settle the panic that threatened to arise and he looked up.

He had to make the words come out as he got to his feet. “Is that what he said?”

JJ had to know.

“Not in those exact words, but he told me he liked me and that you weren’t happy about it.”

JJ tried to control the emotion on his face. He didn’t know what to say to that. He was trying to come up with the correct thing to say, to fix this without having to explain himself. He didn’t want you to be mad, but he needed you to stop asking questions before he slipped up and gave you an answer he could never come back from.

Instead of something thoughtful, or something clever, what came out was, “Don’t worry about it,” in a tone that made him wince internally.

You looked hurt, and then mad. JJ supposed he had earned that but it didn’t make it any better.

“How about you don’t worry about it? If I like him or not, it’s my choice,” you spat. “Not yours.” You poked him accusingly in the chest.

The fire in your eyes made JJ weak. He considered himself to be strong willed but if he thought you wouldn’t be mortified he’d drop to his knees and beg you to forgive him.

His mind went blank as he tried to gather what to say, but apparently he was going 0 out of 2 for proper responses.

“You can’t,” he rushed out, his true feelings getting the better of him.

He cursed internally.

The frown on your face didn’t come as a surprise as you repeated, “Can’t? Okay, JJ.”

It was 0 out of 3 now.

He could hear the mocking in your tone and something about that got to him. Were you actually considering getting with John B? Would you really do that to him? You’d never shown interest in John B before but now all the sudden you’d pick him over JJ?

“I’m serious,” JJ insisted, digging himself in deeper. “You just can’t,” he continued, voice wavering. He screwed up, he knew it.

You looked… confused, maybe?

“Why?”

JJ needed this conversation to be over before he fucked up even worse. He needed to stop talking but some stupid part of his mind wouldn't let him just shut his mouth.

“Can you just drop it?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, running a stressed hand through his hair. His hand paused, maybe if he applied enough pressure to his brain it would start working how he wanted it to.

“No, not when you made it a thing,” you replied sternly. “Just tell me what is going on.”

JJ’s scalp stung as his hand tightened. He wanted to—he really did. His eyes flicked to the doorway behind you, wanting to make a break for it.

“Can you not ask me that?” He let his hand fall to the side, trying to not actually hurt himself. Besides, you’d already accomplished that by laughing in his face. He felt his expression fall further and he decided to just end this now, “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

You blocked him when he tried to walk out. If he wanted to, JJ could’ve shoved you out of the way and continued on. Maybe he should’ve. But when you looked up at him, forcing him to meet your gaze, he was stuck in place.

It didn’t matter how irritated with him you looked, JJ couldn’t help but admire you. His eyes fell to your lips, and he pressed his own together subtly, scolding himself for the urge to kiss you.

What if he did? What if he just went for it? At least he would know if he had a chance or not, or maybe you’d at least feel bad and not date John B. Maybe in this case he did want your pity.

Or you would be repulsed by him and he’d ruin one of the only good things he had.

“Can you just answer the question?” You watched him so intensely JJ thought he would crumble beneath your gaze. “You’re not a coward, JJ.” That got under his skin, rarely were you harsh with him. “You always speak your mind—so do it.”

Do it.

The words repeated in his mind over and over. Rationality told him that you didn’t mean it in the way he so badly wanted to interpret it, but impulse raced through his veins. His body began to move, despite the way his mind screamed at him to stop.

He didn't say anything.

It was incredibly foolish, but JJ gave in and did exactly what he wanted.

He kissed you.

The moment his lips pressed to yours, it was like it all clicked into place. His eyes fluttered shut but everything seemed more clear. His hands rose to lightly cup your face, needing to touch you.

JJ swore he wasn’t imagining it when you kissed him back. It was subtle, the way you allowed your lips to meld with his. JJ jumped at the opportunity, moving a hand to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss.

Then, you parted from him with a gasp. JJ’s eyes snapped open and his heart dropped.

Oh fuck. What did he just do?

You looked like a deer in headlights. Which was funny, because JJ was the one who felt like he’d just been run over.

He opened his mouth, then shut it. He swallowed, scanning your face, waiting for the anger or betrayal to morph your features.

Thing was, neither did.

“Your face…” you said suddenly, softly. JJ furrowed his brows, not sure if he heard you right. Then you reached for him, fingers hovering over the new bruise he had forced you to ignore before. “You never said before—are you okay? Actually okay?”

JJ grabbed your hand and held it in his. He fought the urge to press it to his chest and pull you close, but instead held it between the two of you.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, but he wasn’t. He really, really wasn’t.

You nodded slowly, eyes turning to the ground as you stepped back and away from him. Your hand flinched up as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

That felt like a punch to the gut if JJ was being honest.

“I need to get some sleep,” you started, mind sounding distant. “So can you…”

“I’ll go,” JJ said in nearly a whisper. His feet felt like weights as he went for the door. You made no attempt to stop him this time. I’m sorry, he thought, but said, “Goodnight,” in a mumble instead.

He pulled your door shut behind him, only to collapse back against it. JJ buried his face into his palms then dragged his hands up through his hair.

He was such an idiot. Why the fuck did he do that? Out of everything he could’ve done, JJ just had to go and kiss you.

The full reality still hadn’t set in and he was already an anxious mess. He was on a precipice, alright. Only, he didn’t step over the edge of that cliff, he jumped. Without a parachute.

JJ locked himself in his room and only had the energy to kick off his shoes and strip down to his boxers before hiding beneath his covers, cursing himself the entire time. He ruined everything. After all this time trying to avoid his feelings for you, trying to make sure no one else found out, he went and blew everything up himself.

Classic JJ move.

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landograndprix · 1 year ago

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part viii

✧.* sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can rise again, even if it's with a little help from the people around you.

✧.* this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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wagsoff1 a source of ours who managed to be accepted to y/n's private account send us y/n's latest stories! It seems like the two are enjoying each others company this week in Sidney where they've been spotted earlier this week.

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hamilt44n that's her private account for a reason.. Shane on you guys for even posting these pictures.

mrsnorris afraid to post this on her main because she knows that what she doing is wrong..

norry4 you keep repeating yourself.

norrizz would like to know who this source is..

landitosainz don't worry guys, lando will realize he's dating a grandma and leave her real soon. 😉

norrislandofour just like Carlos and Thomas 🤪

bott_ass funny, did they tell you they left y/n or are you talking out of your ass again?

charles16 this girl seriously needs to sort out her friends, I can't imagine her accidentally accepting a stranger follow request..

carlandooo 'source' just say Milou already..

y/nlandooo thought i was the only one who thinks its Milou who's behind all of what had happened so far 😔

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carlitosainz if Carlos looked at me like that, I'd fold so fucking fast 🥵

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carlandooo girl where'd you get this picture?

carlitosainz it's a screenshot from a video of y/n and Carlos going around 😊

charlos16 no but they looked so in love, whe went wrong? 😔

sainzzz the power these two could've had om the grid of they so were together

yukisan my only worry is who leaked this video? I know y/n took it but I'm 100% sure she isn't the one to just randomly post it online..

y/nlandooo milou..

yukisan you really think so? I'm kinda new here so don't really know anything about her yet but she seems nice..

y/nlandooo nah girl, you're in for a treat..milou is manipulative, narcissistic and lied her way through life. Why'd do you think Charles dumped get ass after two months of dating? That boy is the only one who can see through milou her act..

y/nluv can we just leave these people alone? Neither Carlos or y/n asked for this..

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hannahh where's the y/n content this week?

mrsnorris well she's not doing great this weekend does she now? 💀

hannahh girl we've only seen free practice, didn't tell us anything..

norrizz 😍 😍

markklein is this finally going to be his p1?

alx_bon y/n seems off this weekend..

laanddoo good, like she should 🤪

norry4 we're getting front row again for sure! 🙏

carlosnorris y/n so washed give Oscar the seat

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fairysluna · 2 years ago

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they're not watching us.

A tiny and innocent mistake led you to this, and Cregan happened to walk in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Pairing: Alpha!Cregan Stark x Omega!Septa!Reader.

Tags/TW: a/b/o dynamics, smut (fingering, clit play, tit sucking, blood kink(?, creampie, sliiiight dubcon), dilf!cregan, profanity, religious themes. if something is missing pls let me know!!

Author's Note: just so you know, this is my first time writing about omegaverse, and i did some research (yes, i did lmao) so I tried to make it as 'real' as posible including other factors that helped with the story... so yeah, enjoy!!🤍

Word Count: 3.6k

Gen. Taglist: @borikenlove @welcometothelioncage @melsunshine

Whenever it was too cold outside, Cregan always wondered how were you able to handle the heavy snow, for you hardly ever wore a coat to cover your body from the coldness. You would wear your tunic which was way too loose to actually show your silhouette, and the typical veil that septas were forced to wear… specially septas like yourself.

Cregan found you kneeling in front of the Weirwood tree, your eyes closed and your hands pressed together holding the star that represented the Seven above. The Warden of the North frowned upon such an action, being weird out with the devotion you so dearly held for the New Gods, for it was something not so common in the zone. However, he did not mean to interrupt your prayers, so he just stood behind your back as you slowly opened your eyes and the red leaves of the tree invaded your vision with a beautiful sight.

Your eyes filled with innocence were sparkling with a glow that Cregan had never seen before, it was different and there was certainly something odd about them. It wasn't until you turned around to see him that he realized he was staring for too long already, but it was your gentle and kind smile that made him know that you had no problem with it at all.

You stood up almost immediately, and then you swiftly bowed as you got rid of the snowflakes that were sticking to your knees. Cregan looked down at you and nodded as a response for your polite greeting.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asked.

"Of course not, my lord, I was finishing my prayers when you arrived," you explained. Cregan immediately saw the seven point star hanging from your neck.

"It's a beautiful piece," he said as he carefully grabbed it between his long fingers. That action made you smile.

"It was a gift from the Grand Maester, he gave it to me when I visited the Citadel," you looked down at his hand, and inevitably, you bit your lip once you saw how small the star would look in it.

You knew you shouldn't be thinking about these things, but you also knew that your heat would soon begin and that your neediness would increase with just a simple gesture as that one. Your jaw clenched as you looked up and you noticed that his attention had returned to you.

His dark brown eyes suddenly turned darker as if he was trying to perceive something within you. Your cheeks started to feel warm as his fingers began to follow the path of the chain around your neck until his hand was placed on the side of your covered throat. You shifted your position as you squeezed your legs, already feeling the heat growing between them.

A strong scent reached your nose as you did so, it was pleasant, arousal even, and you knew then that you had to get out of there. Your skin would burn under Cregan's touch and your breathing came out shaky. The right thing to do at that moment was to leave before it was too late, so you did.

"It's better if I keep going," you said almost in a whisper. The mere sound of your voice made Cregan close his eyes as he took a deep breath, clenching his sharp jaw.

"Of course," he replied, his tone being raspy and lower than before which caused you to feel a small pressure in your lower belly.

You nodded as a way to say goodbye, and you managed to take two steps before you felt a firm grip tightening around your wrist. You gasped out of shock as you turned around, looking at the tall man in front of you breathing so fast it almost seemed as if he was fuming.

He kept your hand up, close to his nose, and he leaned a bit forward until his face was inches away from it. You saw how he softly brushed his nose against the back of your hand until it reached your wrist, and a barely audible grunt escaped from him. You panicked, knowing that this was not the right thing, so you forced yourself to pull your hand and started to walk away from that place.

The long and loose tunic you were wearing did a perfect job at covering the slick running down your thighs as you went towards the Maester's office for relief. And, also, the thick and long fur coat of Lord Stark did well at hiding his already leaking cock.

For the next few days you forbade yourself to come any close to the Warden of the North. Whenever he would show up in the same space as you, you would pick up your things and leave immediately. You were able to smell his scent, to sense his imposing presence whenever he was close, and that would left your cunt drenching and your face flustered.

At nights the pain between your legs could only be healed by the help of the Maesters, for they were the only ones that were able to do this for Septas like you. But that wasn't enough. Once they leave your chambers the pain would return almost instantly, and you would desperately hump your pillow or hand trying to find the much needed relief.

Cregan would suffer from the same thing. He knew you were avoiding him, which would wake up a side of him that he never knew existed in the first place. Your mere presence was a threat for his righteousness, for just your smell would be enough for him to lose his mind. He had tried to find someone to help him with his aching need, but as it happened to you, they were simply not enough.

The time came when one of the annual feasts the House Stark offered to its bannermen was soon to occur. The preparations for this event were huge, for it was expected to receive more than two hundred guests from the Northern lands, including some men from the Night Watch. Cregan found himself going towards the Maester's office expecting to find him there and ordering him to send some of the invitation letters… but he only found you.

As soon as you heard the door being open you turned around, widening your eyes before they were able to see the big silhouette of the man that your body was aching for. His scent was enough for you to identify him.

It was the first time he saw you without the headpiece covering your hair, or your neck. You were still wearing the same attire you used earlier that day, but for some reason, your veil was not on you anymore, and thanks to that he was now able to fully sense you; your sweet and tempting scent that made him drop the letters onto the floor. You stood shocked in the room, your legs shaking as you noticed the predatory look on his darkened eyes. At the very same time, you felt your cunt drenching with his presence.

Cregan looked at a chair, where your veil was hanging, and he took a deep breath. That piece of clothing had a spell which prevents –or at least tries to prevent– your pheromones from being perceived by people as Lord Stark whenever you were in heat. Now that you were without it, he was fully able to smell the arousal dripping down your thighs.

"My lord…" you spoke in a whiny and needy voice that made Cregan growl, getting hard with just hearing you speak, "you need to leave now."

Cregan did not answer, he stayed in his position as he clenched his jaw. His heart beating a hundred per hour while he saw the despair and neediness of your eyes staring back at him. His cock pulsing inside his pants, begging for release. You took a step back, trying to be as far as possible because you knew the consequences of this. You were fool enough to let yourself be seen in a space where you knew you might get caught.

But the Maester was the one who helped you in your times of need, and you were waiting for him when Cregan made his sudden appearance.

"My lord, please, leave right now," you repeated, begging him because you knew you couldn't hold it any longer.

The ache between your soaked thighs was starting to hurt so much that it brought tears to your eyes. Your breathing became uneven at the same time you started to clench around nothingness, feeling the despair of needing something to help you.

You heard Cregan grunting on the low as his hand began to palm his hardening knot. Your bodies feeling like magnets, trying to be far from each other but being unable to do so, because you both knew you were fighting against the feeling of ripping your clothes off and listening to what your bodies were pleading to do. However, you both know you couldn't do it… it was not right.

But then, a soft wind entered the room from the opened window behind you, grabbing the particles of your sweet scent and taking them towards Cregan's nostrils. He closed his eyes, taking a deep, long breath as he clenched his fist and tried to remain calm. You were deadly silent, scared to provoke any feeling on him that would make him lose the last bit of willpower that was left on him. But you knew it was too late once his brown eyes were opened once again; two dark orbs staring at your shaky frame with a hunger you've never seen in anyone before.

And then, you lost it too.

You whined as Cregan walked towards you, smacking your body against the wall behind you and claiming your lips as he desperately rubbed his aching cock against your thigh. His tongue wandered inside your mouth as he devoured you, touching and squeezing your breasts on top of your holy gown, feeling your hardened nipples against the fabric.

Soon enough you started to cry out against his lips, the heat inside your body washing over you and making you feel numb and dizzy. Your cunt aching and begging for attention, but at the same time the guilt was eating you alive. You weren't supposed to be doing this. Not with him. But your body was longing for his touch, to feel him deep inside of you.

"This is wrong…" you muttered as his hand reached your throat and the kiss became messy, "we- we shouldn't…"

"I know," he growled, biting your lip as he lifted your skirts with his free hand.

His fingers touched your thigh, and you felt the burning trace they left behind as they were getting closer to your core. Your whines were silenced by his possessive kiss, his tongue tasting you as he moaned desperate against your lips.

Soon, his digits found your already swollen clit, and he started to play with it. Two of his fingers spreaded your soaking folds as his middle one was circling in your pearl. You became a moaning mess, so needy for his touch and whining as he provided it to you, not being scared of being too loud.

Suddenly his whole palm was rubbing against your nub as you opened your legs for him to touch you as he pleased. He would brush your clit, spreading the big amounts of slick that were coming out of you.

You were already sweating, your hips moving against his palm as he devoured you. His hand around your throat only tightened as he felt your arousal falling down your thighs and coating his long fingers. You were out of breath while his tongue kept lurking around your mouth, licking yours as he whimpered.

"I can't fucking help it," he muttered, breaking the kiss and rubbing his nose against the skin of your face. He took deep breaths at the same time he used two of his fingers to pinch your clit and make your legs shake, "you smell so good, so fucking good."

"My lord, I-" you cried, a choked voice and gulp followed your words, "Gods, p-please…"

"I need to fuck you so bad, darling," he whined, his lips finding the access to your neck at the same time he humped your clothed thigh, "I've been- I've been trying to get you out of my mind but I can't. It's so fucking frustrating… knowing that your so close but so out of my reach."

His fingertips teased your entrance, making you moan while you held onto his broad shoulders, trying desperately to have something to grip in case your trembling legs would give in. The sound of your wetness echoing in the room, increasing the heat between you two.

"And now here you are," he said between grunts and heavy breathes, "coating my fingers with your sweetness. I bet you taste so fucking good…"

He removed his hand from your core and he raised it, showing you his glistening fingers before he put them in his mouth. The sweetness of your taste made him whine as soon as he felt it, and an expression of pain was shown on his face. He couldn't wait any longer, his body was craving for you.

In a sudden movement, his big and strong hands ripped your gown, leaving it shattered in the floor as your whole body was now exposed to his hungry eyes. His eyes scanned every inch of you before he leaned towards your breasts in order to also have a taste of them. His wide tongue engulfing your sensitive nipples made you squirm, and his hands surrounded your waist in an attempt to keep you still. He would violently suck on them, almost making you cry out of pure pleasure, feeling so high in ecstasy that you barely could stand on your feet.

You tried to push him away as his teeth started to softly bite your nubs, but he would only press his face harder against your tit. You felt scratches in your back produced by the raspy stone of the walls as you writhe and move. Your whines and cries were getting a bit too loud but Cregan did not seem to care at all, he was too busy having his own personal feast.

"Gods! My lord, it's- I'm going to… Oh!" you moaned, Cregan grunting against your soft skin.

He hummed against you, and then softly said, "fucking cum in my hand, love."

When you thought you couldn't get any more pleasure, you felt one of his hands leaving your waist and reaching for your clit once again. Two of his fingers spreaded your swollen lips while a third one went into your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your whole body shook with pleasure, and you ended up coming undone between his arms.

He didn't give you a break. As soon as he noticed you had reached your first orgasm, he couldn't bare with the need of fucking you anymore. He turned your body and your hands held your weight against the wall. You felt his big hands grabbing your hips to lean them backwards and a few seconds later you heard a soft stump against the floor, which were his pants falling down his long legs.

Your mouth opened as you felt his thick and wet head spreading your slick all over your cunt, even reaching your arse. You cried out loud, sobbing out of pleasure while you started to clench around nothing.

"Please!" You begged. Tears already soaking your flushed cheeks, "it hurts so much!"

Cregan's eyes widened as he buried himself in you. Your tight walls receiving his cock in a warm grip that made him whimper and his legs shake. A trembling sigh escaped him while his fingertips dug in your skin.

"Fucking- I'm going to fucking lose my mind with this tight cunt of yours," he growled in your ear.

He started to slowly bury himself in you, stretching you open as you gulped and cried, so desperate for him to fuck you senseless. Your hands and your whole body was shaking as the pleasure started to consume you. He was so big, and the way you could feel his cock twitching inside of you was completely intoxicating.

With a single push he fully entered you. His hips smacking against yours and pressing your entire body against the wall. He let out a needy moan that made you feel butterflies in your belly. You felt so full, squeezing him firmly as you inevitably clenched around it.

His hands went to your lower abdomen and your eyes followed the trace. You were able to see a bump in your belly which he pressed; that gesture made you roll your eyes as you leaned your head back into his shoulder.

"Did you see that, love?" He asked, fighting against the urge to snap his hips against yours, "see how good I fill you up? how deep I am?"

No matter how deep his voice would sound, it would still come out as whines and shaky whimpers.

"Yes…" you managed to say. He pulled out slowly, only leaving his thick head inside of you.

"Your cunt now belongs to me," He finished his words with a harsh movement that allowed him to be fully inside of you again. You squinted as you closed your legs at the sudden pleasure, screaming his name. "I won't let anyone else fuck you. ever. again." After each word he would repeat that action.

Your eyes closed as your mind felt light and dizzy. Of your mouth, only obscene sound would come out, as your skins slapping against each other while Cregan's movements fastened with the need of reaching his orgasm.

"You're gonna be mine, right? You're gonna let me knot this pretty little cunt of yours…"

"Yes! Yes, please! Please!" You blindly said, forgetting about everything and only thinking about how good he was making you feel.

His thrusts were animalistic, his cock going in and out of you, filling you up so well. It wasn't long until Cregan was able to see a ring of cream around his shaft, and the sight would only make him go more feral, completely losing his control as he restlessly pounded against you.

Your cries and pleas were heard all over the castle, but neither of you cared. You finally were satisfying your needs, the need of being with each other in this way.

The sound of your juices would join the sound of your loud moans. Cregan would roll his eyes each time your walls squeezed him, and when you least expected it, he ripped another orgasm out of you.

With a scream, your cunt flattered around his cock and your legs bent. Cregan easily grabbed you between his arms, wrapping them around your sweaty and warm body. He never stopped pounding, abusing your overstimulated hole while you started to see stars. You were exhausted already, and yet you felt the need to have more.

One of his hands grabbed your breast, and the other went to your swollen clit, playing with it as his chest pressed against your back. You let your head fall backwards towards his shoulder, breathing so fast and heavily that your throat dried out.

A yell was stuck in the middle of your throat as you started to feel his knot spreading inside of you. Your cunt felt even tighter as he stretched your walls in such a painful and delicious way.

His lips attacked your neck, kissing it and marking it as he whispered, "I'm gonna cum… and you're gonna take it all like the good, pretty girl you are."

You barely could nod, and when you least expect it, he shot his seed deep inside of you, making the bulge in your belly even bigger.

A guttural sound left his lip and then, suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in the left side of your neck that made you flustered your walls around his swollen knot, and as the blood fell from the bite down your cleavage and onto your abdomen, your third orgasm washed over you. Your juices gushing out of your cunt as your legs shook and your hips twitched. A mixture of your release and Cregan's pooled under your feet, staining the fine wood with filthiness and sin.

Your eyes followed the path of blood from your belly towards your collarbone, where an open wound with the shape of a bite decorated your skin. Then, you noticed the seven point star necklace that was still hanging from your neck, and you saw how the blood would gather in the points and drop to the floor.

As Cregan was still inside of you, panting and still moaning against your ear , you couldn't help but to think of yourself as a filthy sinner. You were now no better than a woman from a brothel; dirty and sullied, a sinful woman that let herself be carried away by the lust of the moment, disappointing the Maiden and the Mother.

Now with the mark on your neck, you had no choice but to obey and satisfy your alpha. You were claimed, and not even the Gods can get you free from this eternal bond that tied you to him. You were now his.

After a few minutes, your legs had just stopped shaking when you felt Cregan hardening cock starting to move once again inside of you. You whimpered out of the overstimulation you were suffering, too wasted to give him another orgasm, and feeling too guilty to fully enjoy a second round.

But your body did not seem to listen to your mind.

"Don't be afraid of what your Gods might say about this," he whispered, before licking the blood from your wound, "if we're lucky enough, they're not watching us right now."

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Summary: When the crew start to worry about SMG4 mental health, they come up with an idea to get themself into the guardians mind. What they didn't expect was splitting the man in half, now they must get the two to fuse or lose SMG4 forever.

Art all done by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! (1 out 3) Next

Tags: Secret Crush, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Split Au, Depression, Emotional hurt/comfort, Friendship, Enemies to friends to lovers Bringx came up with her own version of splits and i love the idea so much i had to write it! Working with Bringx to capture her splits correctly i bring you all a alt universe of the splits!

Chapter 1 Talk to me SMG4 rubs his eyes as he looks at the time, it was nine in the morning meaning he yet again stayed up all night editing. Slowly he gets up heading to the bathroom to splash water on his face, once he feels more awake he practices his smile before heading out of the room. He knew without a cup of coffee he would lose the small energy he acquired, he fixes himself up and leaves the castle to bump into Meggy. She takes a step back surprised “OH! SMG4 I came over to check on you, I have been trying to call you but you never picked up.” Four frowns as he rubs the back of his neck “Ah sorry about that Meggy, you know me and editing I was so into it i must not have heard the phone,” she frowns looking at him.

Four getting nervous starts to walk around her “I was about to get some coffee to finish my video, want to join?” She shakes her head giving him a concerned look, once he sees her rejection he runs off to the cafe. SMG3 groaned, annoyed to see his ex rival walking. SMG4 smiles brightly and waves as he reaches the counter “One Titanium black please!” SMG3 nods as he turns to make the coffee, he pauses before he repeats the order “Titanium black?” He turns to look at SMG4, the man didn't notice he was being watched and drops his smile showing his exhaustion. On closer expectation the man had bags under his eyes, he looked as if he had gone several days without sleep. Three frowns walking up to Four “I don't think you need this coffee dude, i think you need sleep you look like shit.” Four rolled his eyes letting out a small chuckle “I’m fine just didn't sleep last night!” Three crossed his arms “You always order a morning brown, you do know that Titanium black is one of our strongest coffee here?”

Four starts to play with his sleeve “Is it wrong to want to try something with more kick? I have this video to work on, you know how I can be i will sleep when i'm done.” He smiles at his partner only to get a blank expression from him, then Three walks away from the counter to start pushing four into the back room. Surprised, Four stomps his foot down to make it hard to move him “DUDE I SAID IM FINE!” SMG3 growls as he shoves Four “YOU NEED SLEEP DUMBASS!”

Meggy hearing screaming at the cafe starts to run over, she bursts through the door only to see a sight she was all too familiar with. Four and Three were slap fighting each other making the ex inkling sigh “What are you two doing?” The pair stop fighting and turn to the voice. Four relaxed seeing Meggy, taking this as his chance he speed walks away from Three. Meggy watches as Four walks past her and leaves the cafe, she turns to Three still waiting for an explanation. He groans and waves his arms “I didn't do anything wrong, have you seen how much of a mess he looks? He needs to sleep and to touch some grass!”

Meggy stays silent thinking, she turns and sees Four talking with Tari and Mario with a bright smile. “He did seem off when I bump into him, I wanted to check on him because he was ignoring my calls.” Three lets out a sigh as he walks up to her, the pair watch Four laughing at something Mario did “Squid we need to figure out what's going on with him,” she looks up at Three surprised “Aw SMG3 didn't think you worry so much about him!”

Three blushes as he looks away from her “I don't care about him! I uh…I just need him back to normal so he can owe me something!” Meggy giggles as she opens the front door of the cafe “Lets talk with Tari and Mario, maybe we can come up with some ideas to help Four!” With the two in agreement they step outside and walk up to the group, Four seeing Three’s glare made him frown “I need to finish my video, talk later you guys!” he waves at the two and runs into the castle. Mario rubs his chin as he stares at the castle, Tari frowns holding her arm “Mario…do you get the feeling something is wrong?” Three claps getting everyone to look at him “It seems we all have noticed something strange is going on with SMG4, now what do we do about it?” Tari smiles at him “Maybe we can make him feel comfortable with us, then ask him what's wrong!” Meggy smile’s at Tari as Three rolls his eyes “Great idea, if he wasn't a dumbass I'm sure that would work. But that idiot thinks he can carry everything on his shoulders, that's why we are here!” Meggy glares at Three “You could say it nicer, Tari is just trying to help! It’s not like we can go into his head!”

Mario’s eyes cross as he remembers something “Mario got something!” The crew turn to look at the avatar, Three sighed unsure to trust the word of his idiotic avatar. Mario smiles at them “When SMG4 went coo coo crazy over SMGs, Mario took this powder from E Gadd to go into his head!” The group stare wide eyed at Mario, in a flash Three grabs the plumber shaking him “SHOULD HAVE SAID SO SOONER!” Meggy runs up pulling Mario away from the guardian, Tari looks at the crew before turning to stare at the castle. “Oh I don't know guys…wouldn't it be breaking boundaries if we do this?” she looks down unsure if using the powder would be a good idea. Three crosses his arms taking a deep breath before walking over to Tari “Listen, I get that you don't want to upset Four. But look at him, Four needs help and if we ignore this…well I think you remember what happened to the old castle.” Tari looks up at Three, thinking over his words she takes a deep breath and nods “I get it, lets help SMG4!”

With everyone in agreement the crew take a trip to their old friend, as they get closer to the lab the group was feeling nervous. Mario stops walking when a familiar smell catches his attention, following his nose the plumber sprints towards the lab. “WAIT RED!” Meggy shouts as she runs after him to catch up, Three pinches the bridge of his nose doing his best to not lose his cool. Tari smiles at Three and gently pats his back “It’s okay Three, look we are here!” She looks around in awe, Three smiles softly at Tari before looking at the lab determined to find what they need to help SMG4. Mario smashes down the door, making two creatures in the lab scream. Meggy steps in the lab staring at two lizards standing in the middle of the lab “Who are you two? Where is the professor?!” she gets herself in position ready to fight, a frill lizard panics, shaking his partner “What do we do?!” his partner smiles adjusting his glasses. The green lizard steps forward showing off his lab coat “My name is Eden and this is my brother Edgar, we are E Gadd's…assistants..yes.” She squints at them before she is pushed aside by Mario, following his nose he licks his lips seeing a plate of spaghetti in the room. Edgar smiles “Oh interested in my lun-” his eyes go wide as the plate is swallowed by Mario, Edgar glares at the plumber only to get a small smack from his older brother “We must not get caught on what we are up to, behave yourself Edgar.”

Three and Tari walk in looking around confused, Three stomps up to the pair glaring at them “I don't know who you two are and I don't care, we are here looking for something to help us look into someone's mind.” The brother’s exchange a look before Eden gives a nervous smile “Excuse us one moment,” he pulls his brother away from the crew as they walk to a bag. Edgar looks at Eden nervously “What are we going to do, we aren't scientists!” Eden covers the young lizard's mouth “shh we just need to look at the collection of items we are using to stock our shelves, we find one that works with them and send them off.” Edgar nods as he digs into the bag, Eden joins in as they start pulling random experiments out. “Blueprint for the Smart-Boi 2000…nah,” Eden throws the blueprint aside as his brother takes out a laptop. He starts clicking around in the folders to find something “Hm code to terminate clones…oh hey look i think i found something!” Hearing this Eden peeks over Edgar's shoulder seeing a list, following where the younger sibling was pointed was the name of an experiment still in testing. Eden nods, going into the bag hoping it was one of the items they were planning to steal, he jumps in victory as he pulls out a strange looking gun. He notices a sticky note and pulls it off “Mind splitter just point and shoot to see a person's inner secrets, yes perfect!”

The brothers walk back to the crew with bright smiles, they then reveal the gun confusing the group “Oi Mario! didn't you say it was a powder?” the plumber stares blankly at Three before shrugging and going back into the fridge for more spaghetti. Three groans and stares at it “How do we know that is what we are looking for?” Eden rips off the sticky note before pointing it to his brother, Edgar jumps back in shock “Wait what are you doing?!” Eden pats his brother's head “Showing how this works, trust me your my brother i would never zap you if i didn't think it was safe!” with that he fires the gun. Meggy sprints in front of Three glaring at the smoke that surrounds Edgar, Tari gasps as she points at the spot “Guys look!” Three and Meggy gasp at the sight of two Edgars, the other one was colored blue and started to cry. Edgar frowns, reaching out to the other him, they make eye contact and hug each other crying. Eden could only watch confused at what was going on, he then turns and waves at what's going on “Ah yes exactly how it works, the person must face their inner problems!” Eden could feel himself panic as he watches Edgar hugging his other self “You're so right other me, if only our father could see our creative minds!” After that a bright light surrounded them fusing together, Eden blinks seeing only one Edgar again. The young lizard smiles, “Wow, I feel better after that!” Eden gives the crew a nervous laugh hoping the crew would take the item and leave.

Eden walks over and hands the gun to Three, he stares at the item in his hand for a moment his expression changes from anger to concern. Edgar waves at them “We have lots of work to do, hope this helps your friend!” Meggy thanks the brothers as she walks over to Mario dragging him away from the fridge. As they walk to the showgrounds, Three couldn't stop staring at the mind splitter. Tari notices and gives a small smile to Three “We don't have to do this, we could always help Four some other way!” Three sighs putting the gun away in his hat “If it would be that easy we wouldn't have come all this way Tari.” He walks ahead thinking over how they would go at the plan, they needed to get Four to lower his guard. As they arrive at the castle they notice SMG4 standing outside with a camera, his expression telling Three everything. He walks over to Four “Are you seriously still making videos!? Didn't you say you were going to sleep when you're done!” Meggy and Tari stand next to Three giving Four a concerned look. Four smiles at them “Don't worry i took a power nap, now i'm ready to work again!” Tari holds her arm shyly speaking up “Maybe you shouldn't push yourself,” SMG4 chuckles and he sets up the camera. SMG3 rage was building as he saw the disregard Four had for his own health, he reached for his hat while the others talked to Four about getting rest. Meggy sighs “Sleep helps you focus better, wouldn't you want to make your videos sh-” before she can finish her sentence Four gets shot with a laser as a cloud of smoke surrounds him.

Meggy turned and glared at Three “What did you do!? That wasn't the plan!” Suddenly applause and cheers could be heard around the showgrounds, Meggy looked around confused as Mario pointed at the smoke “MEME BOY!” SMG3 walks forward nervously. A chuckle is heard as someone walks out of the fog “THANK YOU EVERYONE! Now hold your cheers yes it is I your favorite youtuber Mr Four!” everyone’s stares in shock at the light blue Four that walked out of the smoke while Three groans “Yeah we aren't calling you that.”

The Four in front of them fix his sunglasses and he walks up to Three “pleasure to finally meet you,” kisses Three cheek causing the man to blush. He glares at the loud Four going to each crew member giving them a kiss on the cheek, he couldn't stand the ego on this Four. “YOU CAN'T JUST KISS SOMEONE LIKE THAT…baka,” the Four chuckles wrapping his arm around Three “Come now, this is what everyone in the internet business do! Catch up darling before you fall behind the trends!” As the smoke cleared up Three noticed dark blue from the corner of his eye, turning he saw another Four awkwardly looking around. Three pulled away from the bright Four to go to the darker one, as he approaches the dark colored Four takes a step back making Three stop walking. Seeing the man in front of him nervous he takes a deep breath “Hey,are you a part of Four to?” the man nods holding his laptop close. Looking around, Three goes pale when realization hits him “Where’s SMG4?”

The bright Four chuckles “What do you mean we both are right here!” Meggy shakes her head “No, the mind splitter is supposed to have Four deal with his inner self…Three?” SMG3 looks at the gun then at the two Fours in shock, quickly Three shoves the bright Four into the darker one. He waited for them to fuse together, instead the darker Four landed on the floor with the bright one on top of him “HEY WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!” The audience starts to boo, making Meggy jump up in surprise. Three drops the gun shaking his head “NO! Those lizards did it so easy…what…did I erase SMG4?” Meggy and Tari cover their mouths in shock, while Mario rubs his chin staring at the two Four’s getting up from the floor. “No SMG3 we just made two of them!” The plumber gives the guardian a goofy smile, Three hated to admit it but Mario wasn't wrong. Looking at the gun holding back his anxiety the best he could he turns to the Fours “There might be a way to bring Four back, until then we need to name you two.” Tari claps her hand as she points to the bright Four “We can call you Director Four, since you act like those fancy ones that make movies!”

Director Four brushes off the dust from his overalls and gives a thumbs up “Sure you can call me that, though i prefer Mr Four!” Meggy walks over next to Three picking up the Mind splitter “What about the dark blue one?” The moment he heard them talk about him, the darker color Four looked away. Three looked the man up and down, reading the man's body language gave Three the name. “Fretful Four, from his body language alone we can tell this must be the anxiety and more distress side of Four.” Hearing this, Meggy points to Director Four “And him?” Three glares “Ego.” Director Four smiles as he picks up the camera “Well while you guys have your fun naming things, I have content to make!” Three pinches the bridge of his nose as he turns to Director Four, he then notices Fretful was missing. He looks around in a panic, only to see the castle doors shut. He relaxes for a moment knowing that Fretful was safe in the castle, he turns to Director Four and sees Meggy in front of him. Director Four frowns seeing her getting in his way, SMG3 joins Meggy crossing his arms “We did this to get answers, what's wrong with Four?” Director Four lets out a chuckle as he starts playing with the camera in his hand, Three grabs Director Four by the straps of his overalls pulling him close.

Director Four smiles brightly “Why focus on the bad darling, when we have meme content to make!” he pulls himself away from Three to dash off excitedly to make content. Three clenches his fits, the crew walk up to Three concern over the guardian “SMG3?” Mario calls out gently, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. Three relaxes as he looks at the three of them, he wondered if this was what it was like having friends. He looked at the path Director Four took then at the castle, he made this mess and the only way to fix it is to go back to the labs. “I’m going back to the lab and giving those lizards a piece of my mind! Tari, you go into the castle and watch Fretful and Meggy handle Director Four.” He turns to Mario without needing to say anything, the plumber starts following Three back to the lab.

Once the boys are gone the girls begin their mission, Tari walks into the castle to see a dim light in SMG4 room. She walks to it and softly knocks “Sorry to bother you but we wanted to check on you, um you left so suddenly is something wrong?” She smiles at the door hoping to hear the man's voice, instead she hears typing with no reply from the man inside. She frowns, thinking for a moment she takes out her phone looking up a meme. She finds a silly duck meme and starts to play it “Look Four! I found this super cool meme, check it out!” She holds the phone to the door hoping the man would open it, slowly she drops her arms seeing its not working. She looks at her phone and lets out a sigh “Oh please hurry back Three.” SMG3 burst through the lab doors, his eyes going wide seeing the lab has been robbed. “No…NO!” He runs around looking for the lizards they met. Panic sets in as he starts throwing objects around, Mario runs around in a panic dodging them. Three drops to his knees shaking as realization hits him, they were tricked and it was all his fault. Mario peeks from his hiding spot to see Three on the floor “We…were tricked…I let these fuckers trick us, I really am pathetic arent I?”

Three’s eyes start to water as he slams his fist on the floor “SMG4 IS GONE BECAUSE OF ME!” Mario gets out of his hiding place to hug SMG3. Three attempts to shake the plumber off only for Mario to tighten his grip, Three breaks down crying as the avatar comforts him “SMG3 you did nothing wrong Mario believes we can get SMG4 back.” After a few moments Three wipes his tears and notices something on the floor, slowly Mario loosens his grip to see what Three was doing. Three picks up the sticky note on the floor and reads it “Mind splitter just points and shoots to see a person's inner secrets. Warning experimental, depending on mental state can cause the subject to split into multiple personas, in case of multiple personas make sure all personas get along in order to fuse together.” Three jumps up at this in excitement, Mario smiles seeing his friend has seemed to cheer up. To the plumber’s surprise Three pulls him into a hug before being pushed away, Three blushes as he looks at the sticky note “For once your right Mario, we can get SMG4 back. But first we need to learn why he has been so off, if Director Four wont give us answers then maybe we asked the wrong Four.”

Three and Mario make their way back to the castle, SMG3 knew he needed to find a way to get the two sides to get along. Letting out a sigh they finally made it back to the showgrounds, with new found motivation Three knew what must be done “Mario go find Meggy, i'm going to help Tari with Fretful.” SMG3 walks up to the castle taking a deep breath as he walks in, there he sees Tari sitting on the floor crying. She looks up and runs towards Three “SMG3 he won't come out, I even showed him memes to see if it would help!” She shows her phone to him, on the phone was videos of ducks doing a silly dance. He passes the crying Tari and smacks the door “OI WE WANT TO HELP STOP BEING STUBBORN YOU DUMBASS!” Tari gasped hearing how aggressive Three was going at the man in the room. She walks up to him “Maybe we can lure him out with other things Four likes!”

Tari runs off leaving Three alone with Fretful, he sighs sliding down the door. He lightly taps the door “I gave you a name you know…I thought Fretful would match you,” he sighs, taking out his phone and looking at his wallpaper. It was a group photo, in the center was both him and Four with their arms around each other. “I don't know why you locked yourself away but we need your help, the real you isn't okay and…i just want to help him.” SMG3 sighs hugging himself, he puts his phone away holding back his frustration at everything going on. In the room Fretful was focused on the door, slowly he closed the laptop as he took in Three's words. “Please let us help him..I know i dont always show it but I do care, you're my best friend after all…my only best friend. I hate seeing you suffer alone, I see you Four…i really do.” Three gets up from the floor about ready to walk away when the door opens, he turns surprised to see Fretful. The man does a small wave making SMG3 smile as he walks in, Fretful closes the door and locks it. Three waits as the man takes a seat at the computer desk, after a few moments of silence Fretful takes out a notepad and starts to write in it. He rips the paper and hands it over, Three takes it and smiles softly at the words ‘I like the name Fretful thank you.’ SMG3 slips the note into his pocket “I’m glad you do, now Fretful please whats wrong?” The man looks away, opening his mouth to close it, Three sighs rubbing his arm. He had to take it slow, he had to remind himself that rushing the man in front of him wont help.

Three takes a seat on the bed, Fretful turns around in the chair staring at him curiously. SMG3 leans back thinking before he leans forward gently grabbing Fretful’s face, the moment their eyes meet the man blushes and looks off to the side. “Fretful…I see you,” the man quickly looks at Three avoiding eye contact. “I can see you're in pain…I just want to help,” Three whispers as he gently rubs Fretful’s cheek with his thumb to comfort him. Fretful’s eyes go wide before he lets out a shaky breath “That's all I wanted,” his voice was low like a whisper surprising Three.

Fretful slowly pulls away from SMG3 giving him a small smile “Thank you,” he walks over grabbing his laptop. Hugging it he turns and gets close to Three in order to make sure the guardian can hear him “Are we bad?” The question surprised SMG3 making him get up the bed surprised “What?! Of course not, how can you be bad? You're so kind to children, you do all you can to help your friends. How can you think you're bad?” Fretful looks down, frowning, it brought comfort hearing Three’s voice though the next words that left his mouth stung “I almost killed everyone.” Three shakes his head slowly grabbing Fretful hand, the warmth of their meme connection buzzing with the contact. “You were under that TV’s control, you would never hurt us on purpose! Has this been what's haunting you? After our battle with Mr Puzzles, have you been scared that you're going to hurt us?” Fretful sighs and nods “I get nightmares of everyone dead,” Three slowly walks up to the man and hugs him. Fretful’s eyes water as he drops the laptop on the bed and hold Three close, it was starting to click what has been bothering SMG4. The events of Peach’s castle haven't left the man’s head, everything that happens he blames himself. He believes he is the villain that will lose everyone with his choices, he could feel anger grow towards that television man as he holds Fretful.

He let down Four not being there for him, he won't fail the man again. As they pull from the hug SMG3 makes a promise to himself, he will stay by his partner's side no matter what. The best way to start, he needed to get Fretful to be heard by his counterpart. Hopefully Meggy and Mario aren't having any trouble with Director, Fretful grabs his laptop and points to the door. With a nod the pair leave the room ready to fix things and move forward together.

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