#when that happens i just fuck off until it spawns somewhere else so i can get by i hate it
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@fishfingersalad itâs almost 2am but i canât sleep and ts probably only going to be seen by like 5 people anyway so let it rip
this au started out as a self indulgent pocket sized au that I ignore as all my aus doâŚ..then I couldnât sleep and started imagining things im good at that. it started as an au I could do ship focus on and well I love lore I guess. despite all this the main story still focuses on my blorbos. maybe I will make a storyline for the main cast, if I can imagine things again
one day, all across (abridged) America (this is why I made that carolina/puerto rico/dc post btw), 50 children, each for 1 state, pop up at the same time, with varying ages, mostly tween years but with some variation up and down. while some are humanoid creatures, others are completely monstrous and lack sentience. however, they all share one common factor: a tag identifying what state they came from. The majority of the sentient ones assume this is their name, and thatâs why they run with it.
conspiracy theorists and cryptid fans nationwide take notice of a bunch of shit happening overnight and develop âThe 50â list. depending on if itâs commonly agreed upon what monster you are and if itâs commonly agreed upon what state youâre from, youâll be ranked higher or lower on the list, with, of course, the highest ranking being the most sought after and hidden. Most of the higher tiered creatures are humanoid; itâs easier to blend in if you donât look out of place
i forgot to mention Btw itâs like. myths and legends and shit too. i mentioned york being the pied Piper I also think the implication that the pied Piper is a monster is funny. also only one monster per person and
ofc my blorbosâŚâŚ.Everyone run now!!!! Ohio has just moved to a new city yay go girl But her coworkers are fucked up!!! Thereâs this bitch Sherry that she may or may not have a crush on and like her two little friends who absolutely know that. but Watch out thereâs a freaky green man Itâs Georgia her old friend Georgia. they were their first freelancer friends but geo Loves making deals for souls slash servitude slash their power slash take over the world slash he doesnât know what souls are and neither do I. but they gotta be normal and not fight in the office.!!! And fight outside of a Walmart at 2 instead. heâs kinda bad at it though which is why only Ohio cares.
anywya Sherry keeps running into Ohio and Georgia fighting and you know Ohioâs kind of like. well if you see her when sheâs not masking youâll probably go insane huh. so Ohio has to keep wiping her memories and Sherryâs getting CRAZY deja vu.
this is so stressful Good thing Ohioâs got her trusty friends Iowa and Idaho!!! Theyâre causing chaos somewhere else but sheâs always texting them and video chatting. hopefully they can meet up again soon!!
Utah is a paranormal investigator and currently georgiaâs only the only person whoâs currently made a deal with him. heâs made past deals but Ohio scared them off by âDo Not Be Afraidâing them. itâs either that or they have to get killed lest the green fuck get too powerful and Ohio would rather not do that thanks. utah doesnât even get anything in return he just wants to know wtf is going on tbh. Georgia stays at his apartment because heâs a squatter I guess
well Thatâs too bad I guess I canât share any more because theyâre just plotpoints. hey do you wanna know what the other freelancers are
Ohio: Angel (duh. So low because when she spawned she was literally in the middle of a bunch of people and blinded them with her corporeal form)
Georgia: Demon (the devil but literally this time. manages to be a little higher due to being able to teleport short distances. Stayed a little too close to home base, though.)
Iowa: Harpy (kept flying in the air like a dumbass everyone fucking saw him. denialists claim it to be a big bird. and theyâre right.)
Idaho: Werewolf (he didnât know until a full moon came out. oops.)
Carolina: Siren (keeps the bad singing voice.)
York: pied piperâŚ.
Wash: Shapeshifter
Florida: Alien (when he came on the fated day he rode in on a meteor instead of plopping in, breaking off the state from the rest of the US. its highly debated on whether or not the meteor itself was the creature.)
Maine: Bigfoot (but he shaves his whole body every day so he just looks like a big guy)
Connie: Kitsune
Wyoming: Fairy (despite being obvious, no one fuckinh lives in wyoming so he just flew far away immediately. fucks up the rankings of others by being spotted far away from his state.)
North: The Sandman (Both spawned across from eachother at the 2 stateâs borders. They immediately declared eachother twins.)
South: Mare/Dream Eater (Their high ranking is very dependent on the confusion on which twin is which, since they work together to sleep and then feast.)
Tex: Ghost
you may see here I did not include Utah Did I forget No No No (kinda) I have an idea for what he is but i donât intent to reveal it ever really. idk how id incorporate that. jsut know I searched really hard to find a creature that wasnât a ghost that disrupted electromagnetic fields so that every time he went ghost hunting the machines would go off causing him to assert there was a ghost there. but no alas I did not find that
ok tahts it I think. for now. maybe. if you have any ideas for this background fucks wise or rnbs wise I would like them. for meThanks goodnight im gonna pass blout Out Out
#rvb#red vs blue#txt#at/dw#maybe I will talk about my other aus someday. oh my god theyâre so neglected
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2010 Iâve been getting asked questions about mentally willing and influencing things to happen and how oneâs mood and determination can have an effect, for either the better or the worse, on the outcome of things. Iâve discussed my influencing abilities in broader depth in my bio. Check the Oregon parts if you want to learn more about it and how it works.
I wasnât even aware of my ability which I see as both a gift and a curse until Tom and others pointed it out to me. Sometimes others see things within us we donât see, and they understand us better than we do. Most of my life it was just the opposite. I got myself just fine while no one else did. So it was quite a shock to have someone else figure me out and basically have to spell things out for me.
The land that we had in Maricopa, Arizona bordered part of the Gila Indian reservation as well as part of the Ak-Chin reservation. One day we met âMiss Perfect,â my SIL, on the Ak-Chin reserve at their Harrahâs casino. I was in a foul mood that day, but donât remember why.
âSheâs making me lose! Sheâs one of them!â Miss Perfect complained to Tom when I was within earshot, then she stormed off to wherever.
Laughing, I walked up to Tom and said, âHas she lost her fucking mind or something? How the hell can I make her lose? I havenât been anywhere near the bitch!â
âItâs your mood,â Tom said.
âWhat?!â I said, looking at him incredulously. âHow can my mood make her lose a game of chance? I get vibes, I have dream premonitions, I see things, but how the hell could I make her lose?â
âWe figured it out, so why canât you?â
âFigured what out?â
My initial reaction was to laugh my ass off when he explained that my mood and attitude had an effect on things with a little more oomph than the norm. I just didnât get it.
But then I thought back on some things I wonât bother getting into here because it would take too long, and I began to pay more attention to certain things. Once I realized that hey, they really do have a point here (yeah, one of them), I began to actively try to develop my influencing abilities, though most of the time I donât have much control over it. Thatâs what makes it just as much of a curse as a gift. If weâre driving somewhere and we get a flat tire, naturally Iâm going to be upset. But unlike most people, being upset means triggering other bad things to happen as well, and that domino effect is whatâs awfully hard to control.
Big wins would spawn other big wins back in my sweeping days. When I won the Caribbean cruise I was so elated that I won thousands of dollars the next week, and so much more. I will post my wins in a separate post, and as Iâm sure most will agree, people donât normally win things every few days like I did, both big and small. My mood is improving now that Tom has a job, and as the economy picks up, I will eventually return to sweeping. And you know what? Iâm gonna win thousands of dollars again, and Iâm gonna win things like iMacs, big-screen TVs and trips too, even though I hate traveling (wouldnât it be funny if I won one to Germany and saw Nane, LOL?). Well, be careful what you wish for and what you write! It just may happen.
It is also very true that life can sometimes imitate art, too. It happened to Christopher Reeves who, after acting in a role in which he fell off a horse and became paralyzed, really experienced this in real life. Tom Clancy (I think it was him) wrote a book about events similar to 9/11 before that day came. Someone online said they joked with their mother about killing off her dad in a story they were writing. A week later he dropped dead of a heart attack.
In the late 90s, a friend and I were discussing stories we would write where we would âplayâ certain characters. I wrote a story of a girl who got set up and sent to jail. In jail, she fell for one of the lady guards who liked her in return and made her stay as comfortable as possible when she worked her pod (extra food, getting the cell she preferred all to herself, more time out of her cell). Well, guess who this happened to in real life? Yeah, you guessed it. Only the real guard (DOs, they called them which was short for detention officer) was a redhead and not Mexican. I spent about half of my 6 months alone in cell #3, my favorite cell because it was the most out of the way on the upper tier. I hated #4 because it was a big 4-man cell with much less privacy than the dark little 2-man cells I preferred if I had to be in the damn place at all. That was the best it got for those of us, like myself, who were in Ad-Seg, AKA Administrative Segregation or Protective Custody. High profilers, child-related cases, or what the officers deemed as âscrawny beauties,â a category they decided I fit into rolls eyes were automatic seggies. Still didnât keep me proposition-free, though, as every few cellies or so wanted to play with me, and I donât mean with just a deck of cards.
Back on with the influencing â itâs very important that you never kill off those you love or at least care somewhat about if youâre using real-life people in your stories! And you might not always know it right away if youâve had a dream that is going to come true. And not every dream will come true. If I dreamt Maliheh called me, that doesnât mean she will. It would up the possibility in my mind, but I wouldnât count on it for sure. I did dream of Nane, however, telling me I was attractive, and of course I woke up laughing, thinking the odds of that werenât good. And I hadnât even heard from her for a few weeks and was starting to wonder if I ever would again when I got the friend invite on Facebook and we exchanged a few messages. She had not only been busy but surprised to learn that I was attracted to her, LOL. IDK, maybe she thought it was a joke or something, though she must get hit on a lot. Even at 50, the womanâs utterly gorgeous!
Other than an experiment I did, just to see if I could do it, a few years ago which was quite a success on this gorgeous cashier I knew in Oregon named Liz, I decided I would never consciously try to make anyone like, love or lust me. I want them to do this on their own if theyâre going to at all. So if I had any influence on Nane â and I donât know if I actually did or not â it wasnât deliberate. Nane is elegant, sophisticated, classy, stylish, beautiful and smart, and so Iâm flattered as hell to have any attention sheâll give me, but it ainât deliberate. And I really, really believe that Maliheh, simple, fresh and less glamorous and flashy in comparison but just as attractive, really does hate me, LOL.
While some of us may be better at it than others as with anything else, the ability to cast spells, heal/prevent illnesses, and influence the outcome of things can be developed with practice, time and patience. This doesnât mean I can get everything I want just because of my mood and determination. Iâm not God. But I have had countless dream premonitions, âvibes/feelings,â and I do seem to influence the outcome of things with little to no effort.
LaterâŚ
Andy said heâs been busy still, but things are well. Also, the weatherâs hot and dry there. He said he thinks Nane looks her age, but sheâs still attractive and older doesnât always mean ugly (unless youâre me, LOL). He also agrees that yes, people seem to be more available the more youâre taken. Lastly, there are more bi and lesbos running around than ever before.
I know there is. Itâs so much easier to meet people and also a bigger variety of types of people. Back when I was single you had to pretty much go to a gay bar, and not the greatest of people usually hang out in bars. Goes to prove once again that a woman was so not meant to be for me. I donât know why. All I do know is that while Iâd never give Tom up for all the money in the world, I do sometimes long for the passion Iâll never have with women.
The rat was tugging playfully on my shorts, climbing all over me, kissing my face, chasing me around, and begging for treats, so I only got two pages done of chapter 16. Iâve been a real waste product today, trying to decide on things more than actually doing anything.
I studied my Evil Amongst the Evergreens draft and notes trying to get a sense of where the beginning of the end may be, but Iâm just not sure. I think I can wrap the story up in 3-4 more chapters. Part of me thinks itâll be done by mid-October, but another part thinks it could still be around Christmas. Regardless of when itâs done, this is just the draft. The editing process, depending on how many changes I make and how big they are, will take 2-6 weeks.
The question is â I have two other story projects lined up to go next and Iâm trying to decide if I should at least start mapping them out and fleshing out characters now rather than wait until Evil is all done. Hmm⌠should I, or shouldnât I? It would slow Evil down, but probably not by much.
As I told Nane, Iâm planning to have a German character in my book (I thought sheâd make a fine one, LOL) and so Iâm going to have some of it take place in Germany. Want to help? If you do, the question is how should the lead character â not the supporting lead â who lives in the US, end up in Germany for a while so they can meet? On business? If so, what business? Or should she win a trip there? Just like the real Nane and I, they start off as cyber friends. So I kind of need a good reason for them to suddenly end up in each otherâs company when they live 6,000 miles apart.
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2010 Kim is being a pest, but sheâs very nice. I just wish I could get this kind of attention from Nane, though I suppose even that would get old after a week or so. Kim asks the same damn questions over and over!
God, I canât get that woman off my mind (not that someone else has been off of it just because sheâs been on it)! For the first time in my nearly 45 years, I am coming to wish a certain country I never gave much thought to either way wasnât so damn far away. But she loves to travel here, there and everywhere. So maybe someday we will meet. Weâd be all wrong for each other, but I think weâd probably meet at least for fun if we lived near each other. She smokes and loves to travel and socialize, so thatâs why I couldnât imagine being with her if I were single and we lived near each other. Me, Iâm more of a smoke-free, stay-in-one-place, leave-me-the-fuck-alone kind of gal. With Tom working I get the perfect amount of space. I see him a few hours a day and the rest of the time Iâm off by myself. Except for weekends I donât like spending the whole day with others day after day after day.
sighs I sure pick the right people to have crushes on, donât I? One hates me and the other is on the other side of the planet. Itâs still fun, though.
Naneâs down another friend. Now she has 38. Is she weeding people out, or are people getting sick of her or pissed at her?
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2010 Waking up to an âoho . :))â on my wall from Nane in regards to my old but very racy profile picture on Facebook put a definite smile on my face. I admit I purposely put that pic on figuring that if it didnât generate any comments from her, it would at least catch her eye, LOL. Oho? Could the German hottie be gay herself? And could the influencer really be back at it again?
At first I thought she was saying âuh-oh,â after I posted an article about crime in Turkey, saying I hoped sheâd be careful.
What with the good mood she put me in, I knew that was the time for Tom to get scratching! He got 3 tickets yesterday, but as an influencer, I find it best not to jump on them right away. I like to leave them lying around for a while so the âenergyâ can flow into them. While only 1 out of 3 tickets won a free ticket, weâre up to 4 out of 7 wins! Thatâs over half â woo-hoo!
Someone used the Fisher/Buttafuoco case as an example of the extremities some people are capable of forgiving. It had been a long time since I heard anything about the people involved, so I went and looked Amy up on Wiki and was like, WTF?!?! Journalist, writer, actress?! Why is it that the bigger an asshole you are in life the more success you have??? Do I gotta go out and kick the crap out of someone for Tom to get hired on full-time where he works? Maybe get him a raise by robbing Jesse while heâs at work? Or maybe if Iâd just taken the time to vandalize someoneâs property we wouldnât have been uninsured since 2003. beats head Why is life so backward at times???
I decided not to auto-post these entries to Twitter or Facebook anymore. I figure that anyone who wants to visit my blog can just click on the links I have there, though I might post entries to Facebook again eventually.
Not many interesting dreams lately. Just one of Nane I donât remember, another of Maliheh I also donât remember, living somewhere else, and cleaning my parentsâ place in Florida. I also dreamt that some guy left another one of those âhi sexyâ messages in my shoutbox, and I replied with, âNow why canât I get this kind of attention from Nane or Maliheh?â I probably would write that too, LOL.
Alison had asked me if I ever wrote anything lighthearted, and duh! I forgot about the short stories I sold. I mean literally sold the rights to and all that. Iâd post them, but Iâm not allowed to since I did sell them and no longer own the rights to them. But yeah, I was whatâs known as a ghostwriter for a few people who wanted certain things written.
I signed up on a site where you write journal entries in other languages for native speakers to correct. It lets you choose two languages. Because my German isnât good enough to write in yet, Iâm alternating between Spanish and Italian.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2010 Today was a classic example of how I donât usually get the things I want, but I sure do a great job of getting what I donât want. beats head Instead of hearing more from Nane, I got to hear from Marie instead. Argh! She tried to chat with me on Yahoo, but I blocked her.
Someone recently said I should be less forgiving. Well, I canât exactly qualify for Miss Forgiving of the Century if I wonât forgive her, though itâs more that I donât want to bother with her than that thereâs anything to âforgive.â
She would complain about being alone, but as I quickly came to see, sheâs alone because of how she is. Half a dozen times I went through the same cycle of shit with her, and had she stopped when she said she would, then we would still be in touch with each other today. But she didnât and she was driving me crazy.
She told me a million times she loved me. But did she? Did she really? Or is she simply obsessed with whoeverâs paying her the most attention at the moment?
Yeah, she probably did love me in her own way. And Iâll always love her back in some ways and I still think about her almost every day, too. But I canât take the dozens of emails each day and the paranoid accusations if I donât reply the instant she sends them!
She knew she had a problem, so she told me. But then why did she keep fucking up? Could her situation be like that of a smoker who knows they shouldnât smoke and that itâs bad for them, but just canât help themselves anyway?
Iâd rather Nane or Maliheh email me twice as much every day! They wouldnât automatically assume I was plotting against them and that I no longer gave a damn about them if I didnât reply right away.
So I still feel the same â Iâm sorry she was abused and has the illness she has. I do empathize with her and I know itâs not her fault. And maybe she really is powerless to help herself and control the way she is, even though she is in therapy and on medication. But that doesnât mean I have to stick around and deal with it, does it?
So yeah, Iâm still a bit of a selfish little ice princess after all, right or wrong.
Iâm also frustrated at times, too. I have these urges and desires that can never be fulfilled and it gets old sometimes. I wish there were two of me like I was telling a friend earlier. Iâd leave one of me here with Tom, my soul mate, and the other me would go out to play! Iâd run over to Germany in a heartbeat if Nane would enjoy some company from my other self. And even though my other self would hope for more than just hanging out together, that other self would still be happy to hang with the tall, dark and lovely Nane!
I can just see some of you out there shaking your heads and muttering to yourselves, âI canât believe this chick has the guts to bare her soul like this.â But yeah, I get horny at times too, and while I love my husband, weâre more like damn good friends as is usually the case with most long-term couples. Sex with the same person year after year gets to be too much like playing the same song over and over again no matter how good it may be. I could ask him to do me anytime I wanted, but just havenât really cared to for a while now. Itâs like Iâd rather sit and wish for the impossible. beats head Maybe Iâm crazier than Marie, LOL. Oh well, there are worse things in life than being sexually frustrated at times. Maybe thatâs part of why I like writing stories; because then I can be and do anything I want, and go anywhere I want to go, but I sure as hell wouldnât want to experience in real life whatâs coming up in my current book!
Whatâs up with Maliheh lately? She made her first check of my blog at 6am her time yesterday morning. Thatâs early for her!
I sent Paul the second picture I downloaded of Nane that Iâve been drooling over and asked what he thought. He said sheâs got great boobs and a cute nose, but her hands are odd. He says theyâre powerful-looking with thick fingers. She also looks a bit scary and like she knows what she wants in life. I agree with all that he said, but I donât know about the powerful, thick-fingered hands.
Even though I canceled my MySpace account (damn it) I can still look people up over there. Out of curiosity, I looked Nane up, and when I learned she recently turned 50 I nearly fainted with shock! I thought she was 10-15 years younger! Guess I ainât lying when I say Iâm attracted to older women, LOL. If I could create that other copy of myself, and if she was gay (or at least bi), sheâd be perfect for me. Beautiful dark hair and eyes, 5â 7â in height, another language lover â it doesnât get much better than that! But I donât know much about her. She could be a bitch for all I know (she smokes â yuck!), something else I seem to fall for a little too easily, LOL. She does look a bit intimidating in one of her pictures, but as I said, apparently thatâs part of the turn-on for me.
Sheâs single, slender, and an atheist, too. And Nane, if youâre reading this and you donât like my saying these things about you, let me know and I will edit it out and shut my mouth. :)
Got a message from Paula, whoâs looking for a new job and still hopelessly trying to find Mr. Right. And I always tease her, of course, saying she just needs to change genders. Thatâs ok, I donât exactly have it all together myself. Would I be blogging about lusting over someone in the East who probably hates me, and someone in Germany whoâs probably as strictly dickly as Paula is if I did?
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 2010 Itâs Friday night which means Jesseâs out, the dogs are going crazy, and the only way to concentrate is with the sound machines going. Another month and itâll be an all-day, everyday thing.
Whiskey came to greet Tom halfway down the driveway when he was taking the trash up the other day.
Nane finally friended me on Facebook â yay! And she changed her LM profile pic back to a different one of herself and also checked out my blog. She didnât comment, but the timing pretty much tells me it was probably her. Sheâs in northwestern Germany in a place called Detmold, Nordrhein-Westfalen. Towards the Netherlands and not far from Mitch in Cardiff.
Whatâs weird is that I swear she had 43 friends when I first accepted the friend invite, but now sheâs down to 39 friends.
Sheâs been to Turkey before as she has many travel pictures in her Facebook photo albums, doesnât appear to be married or have kids, and I donât think sheâs ever been to the US either. She has a great body for her age and dresses very stylishly. She is classy, sexy, sophisticated and trendy. I downloaded another picture of her, so now I have two.
I guess Nane is her middle name and her full name is actually Marion Nane L. Boring!
Itâs funny that she also has a friend with Malihehâs last name. Does everyone know someone with that last name, LOL? Itâs a fairly common name, so I guess itâs not much of a surprise.
The frustrating thing is not being able to understand most of her page as itâs in German and Turkish. But this â along with having such a lovely teacher â gives me more of an incentive to learn more German!
Malihehâs back. :) Sheâs been in twice today that I know of.
Itâs just so cool that the dream was a premonition. Now if only I could dream of being buddies with Maliheh, Tom being hired on, me winning bigâŚ
Five things come to mind when I think of the last several months â unemployment, languages, Andy, Maliheh and Nane.
Yes, Iâm talking about the Maliheh I so briefly knew nearly 20 years ago, but first, after a long, stressful 22 months, and wondering at times if we were going to make it, Tom got a good-paying job as a temp worker! We hope he gets hired on and that weâre both finally insured soon enough!
I found Maliheh on Facebook now living in the southeast, played with her for a while, then felt bad for it, and also for falsely accusing her of playing with me in return on Formspring when it was really Andy. Yeah, he and I are friends again, but his timing sure sucked! He started playing with me two weeks before I sent Maliheh a less-than-kind message on Facebook which she ignored. I was so sure it was her playing with me until Andy identified himself.
Andyâs done well for himself, so Iâve been pleased to learn. Heâs still single, but he has plenty of dates and has quit smoking pot and cigarettes. He also owns his own cleaning business and condo next to his motherâs condo.
Back to Maliheh. We met in a gay bar summer of 1991. I was instantly hot for her. But despite swapping numbers with her, her kissing me on the cheek, and a few phone chats, the feeling, apparently, was never mutual. Thanks to my poor choice of words, I gave her the impression I was âDear Johningâ her one time when I really did want to see her. I was just scared after being burned before. I didnât mean to come off as I did, but it was too late, and boy did I get a hell of a nasty reaction from Maliheh! I was shocked, pissed and hurt. I admit it. And I also admit I lashed out by prank-calling her. Soon after I received a subpoena to appear in court, but the case was dismissed a few months later because I had other legal issues going on at the time of a similar nature.
Anyway, I gave Maliheh the link to my journal and began writing a story with us as lead characters where I base a fictitious future on a fact-based past, all the while what I later came to suspect was an impersonator was leaving comments about it, plus other things, but I wonât get into it in detail here right now. Now I just want to cover the main highlights of my life.
I told Maliheh that I am willing to move on, be friends, and that I hope she can forgive me and would also like to be friends, but have yet to hear from her if I ever do at all. I still have a thing for her too, and she knows it. Iâm just not sure she realized how much I was attracted to her and had hoped for a relationship in the past. I guess this revelation and the story must come as a real surprise to her, but like I said, I have yet to hear from her.
Marie and I are done. Or better yet, Iâm done with her. I will always love and remember her and wish the best for her, but I just couldnât deal with her anymore. She stopped communicating with me when her obsession turned to some girl in Texas. When they âbroke up,â she tried to focus back on me but I wouldnât answer her calls. I just canât deal with the way sheâd overwhelm me with so much attention, her moods, her paranoia, her false accusations, etc.
My current cyber crush (besides Maliheh) is Nane, a woman in Germany I met on the language site who has given me more of an incentive to further my German. Having a good-looking teacher helps, LOL. Iâm continuing to polish up my Italian and Portuguese and hope to one day be as fluent as I am in Spanish. Iâm also learning Esperanto, might go back and learn more French, and still hope to learn Hawaiian.
Nane and I are friends on Facebook, but Iâd say the attraction part is as non-mutual as it is with Maliheh unless either of them ever tells me differently, LOL.
We recently got a wonderful rat I named Tinkerboy. He is dark brown and loads of fun just like Tinkerbell was. Heâs very smart and friendly and definitely one of the fastest rats we ever had! He loves running around loose and climbing all over us.
I am still cyber pals with Mitch and Alison, as well as a girl named Kim, but havenât heard from Dorian. He seemed to disappear when he left this site.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2010 Unless Maliheh visits my blog within the next hour or two, this will be the first day in quite a while that she didnât visit. Something I said? Something going on with her? At the risk of being as paranoid as Marie (like I was with Nane), could she really have it in for me after all? I mentioned that I should have the story done in the first week or so of next month. Could it be sheâs decided to wait until then or until sheâs emailed the rest of the story, not wanting to give me any more âattention?â Maybe I shouldnât be too revealing with my thoughts and plans. It could influence what she does for the worse.
But could I influence her to contact me by printing that Iâm not going to post or send her the rest of the story unless she contacts me and asks me to? I guess that would depend on how badly she wants to know how the story ends, wouldnât it?
Weâll just have to wait and see how long or how often she fails to visit me. Right now Iâm guessing something came up on her end, and that if sheâs going to go away it wonât be until after the storyâs done. Sheâs always seemed just as interested in the comments as she is in the story.
Nothing from Nane today, though I didnât expect anything. If I donât hear from her by the first, Iâll wish her a safe and happy trip to Turkey, saying I hope sheâll share pictures of her trip when she returns (which Iâll secretly hope includes her lovely self), but I doubt Iâll see any more pics of her ever again. Or that sheâll ever add me on Facebook.
I just wish I knew how and when this Maliheh thing will end! I was waiting till then to fill Tom in on all the details, but right now Iâm still guessing that whether or not sheâs impressed with the story, sheâll always hate me and will never contact me. I think sheâll fade away with the end of the story and maybe only come around once in a blue moon from there on out.
Assuming he gets it, I sent Mary and Dave an email asking how they are and included my blog link. I donât care how they are; Iâm just curious to see if he visits my blog. Other than Miss Perfect putting out the distress signal for us a few years ago, people who use my husband and go out of their way to insult me every chance they get arenât people I care about.
Nickolena does not have kids, so I just discovered. Sheâs published more of her MySpace page and has chosen âundecidedâ for kids. Undecided usually means you donât want them. Well, good for her that she at least doesnât have any kids yet for sheâs only 16. She falls too easily for guys and has the most âamazingâ little brother, she says. Wow, not that many 16-year-olds would say that about their little brothers or sisters. And I remember she was oh so disappointed when he was born and she learned she wouldnât be getting a sister.
Her family will always be there for her, she also says. I hope so. As it is she loses out on one of her aunts and uncles thanks to her selfish, compassionless grandmother and aunt. And of course David and Evie would side with them before they ever sided with us.
Alison has a long-time cyber friend named Kim, whom Iâve also become friends with. Both are 30. Alisonâs in Nebraska, Kimâs in Connecticut. And while Alison is dealing with stage 1 of breast cancer, Iâm finding Kim a bit annoying. She tweets so damn much that I have to keep scrolling to make sure I havenât missed anything from others I follow. Then she complains about the textramp bothering her after she writes a âstoryâ about her with Alison, her and I as leads. Well, what does she expect? I told her that the less she writes about her the more Molly will go away.
Mollyâs amazing me so far, though itâs only been a few days, by saying âno hard feelings, Iâll leave you alone,â in my shoutbox, and actually doing just that. She still views my blog a handful of times a day, but she hasnât been in my shoutbox.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2010 Yes, yes, life is getting better! Tomâs job is not only continuing to go well, but ticket #4 won $4, Maliheh still visits me 4-8 times a day via both bookmarks and Facebook, and I heard from Nane! Another good dream premonition! Iâve been so excited, though I donât know why I get so psyched over someone Iâll never see just because of how they look, LOL. She sent me two messages and corrected one of my submissions. Before I elaborate, hereâs her âmainâ message:
hi ratgirlâŚâŚ
u didn´t offend me or anything like that, I was just a little surprised . :)
Busy? yes, I guess so, I just spent a whole lot of time planing my birthparty for 18 people. That meant a hell of a lot of shopping, cooking, decorating ⌠it was a real nice party, I even had a belly dancer. It took me and my friend almost three days to clean up my appartment afterwards . :)
Also, I just started a new job, my colleague (how do you spell that?) was on vacation for 2,5 weeks and I had a lot of late nights in the office. She returned today, thank God for small favors . :)) PLUS I´ve been planing a small round-trip around Turkey next month, spending lots of hours in the internet at night. Everything´s booked now and I am off to Cappadokia in 2 weeks . :))
flowers, huh? . :)) what happened to the rat . :) slm Nane
I donât know what the slm means, but Iâm just so glad I heard from her! After 3 weeks I really didnât think I would. So I guess sheâs just busy with work, friends and travels as opposed to kids. Iâm now getting the impression she has no kids unless theyâre grown and on their own.
A week ago I sent a message asking her about the weather there from the account I set up in Tomâs name and got no reply, starting to think maybe she was ignoring everyone. Then I sent one last message from âTomâ (I hate to be too deceptive) asking again about the weather. When she replied to him saying she thinks Novemberâs the worst month of all because itâs cold, gray and rainy, I was more convinced than ever that yes, she not only figured out that I liked her, but was offended when I confirmed it when I spilled the beans on her. Then I decided to try one last time, asking her about German holidays, even though I could look it up myself.
And then I woke up to her messages just like in the dream! The one about the holidays wasnât worth copying in here because it was kind of short. Iâm a little surprised she didnât comment when I âthanked her for the nice comment on my blog,â she never gave me. Again, I know it was kind of deceptive, but I threw that into the message I sent telling her I was attracted to her to see if that would help generate a response.
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2010 I guess this wonât be much of an entry since there isnât much to say at the moment. Tom, who gets up at 3:30 AM, will be crashing in about an hour and Iâll be spending the night concentrating mostly on my language studies and my story.
Just to clarify things about the story â some of the events and personality traits of the characters may be loosely based on the actual people portrayed in the story but were not meant to literally represent the people themselves.
I trimmed Tomâs hair earlier and heâs decided to keep dying it until and if he gets hired on so they donât think he was trying to deceive them or anything. I hope he gets hired on so that he can then amaze them with how fast he goes gray, LOL!
The rat is getting to be like a naughty puppy, LOL. Itâs a good thing theyâre easy to train because before I got up Tom said he started pulling things out of the little wastebasket by his desk, and heâs starting to run off with small objects as well. So we have to be careful about what we put where.
Mitch surprised me by leaving a comment on my last entry (chapter 12), saying my writing style is improving.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2010 Between 6 loads of laundry in our tiny little portable washer, a rat that never sleeps or wants to spend any time alone, and a husband I was enjoying hanging out with, I have been pretty busy so far today with little time for myself. Tonight I will probably get on with my story and things like that.
This rat definitely prefers to be the chaser as opposed to the chased. He really ran Tom ragged while I was in the shower, chasing him all around the living room. He continues to be loads of fun and he really loves hanging out with us. So much so that heâs a pest at times when Iâm busy. I have to put him in his cage so he doesnât get underfoot (literally) when Iâm cleaning or doing things that take more concentration.
Things are continuing to be better, though I had some disturbing dreams last night. Tom assures me theyâre nothing to worry about. I actually had tons of dreams, but the disturbing one is the only one I remember. We were living in someplace that mightâve actually been a two-bedroom, though I donât know where it was or how old/new it was. Money was obviously a problem again and I was bitching to Tom about it, saying âLook how we live!â The bummy old furniture was rattier than anything weâd ever owned. Except for a few pieces, our furniture is actually kind of nice in reality. And even those pieces that are the least nice arenât that bad.
In the next part of the dream Tom âfoundâ Miss Perfect online in some forum and asked her to come see us. I guess the plan was to try to hit her for money when she got to us, though in reality, weâd discuss our real intentions up front, not that Miss Perfect would ever give a damn about us. And as Tom pointed out when I was telling him about the dream, sheâs not the type to be very sociable online. Her life pretty much only consists of work, TV, and McDonald's. In fact, right this very minute sheâs no doubt watching TV with a burger in one hand and fries in the other since itâs the weekend.
But the fact that I dreamt about money problems, be it in a realistic kind of way or not, always worries me after all weâve been through. The dream ended with Miss Perfect coming to visit us, but Iâm not sure if she helped us. When she arrived I ran up to her and gave her a hug she didnât return, then she ordered a pizza and asked to borrow $35 in cash because she didnât feel like running out to her car which was where she left her purse. I took Tom aside at one point and asked if he thought she would help us. He said, âI donât know. If she doesnât help us or pay back the $35 then weâll be worse off than we are now.â The dream ended with me waking up the next day to find them gone. I ran into the living room to see if there was any cash lying around or a note from Tom, but there was nothing.
Tom is sure it doesnât mean anything bad is going to happen, reminding me that pizzas donât cost $35 and that the job is going well. We probably wonât know for a while if heâs going to get hired on, but according to him thereâs been plenty of work, the work is straightforward, so he doesnât expect to be laid off anytime soon if theyâre going to end up doing that. In fact, he said that because Iâve done without things for so long I should indulge a little and take $50 a month to do what I want with as there would still be over $200 left in savings. Just maybe I will, though I do intend to mostly stick to things I need rather than want. The only thing Iâll get that I just want is those perfume roll-ons Iâm so addicted to. We could really use new sheets and towels, and I still need a new desk chair, too.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2010 Got up, checked my mail, answered Formspring and MyOpera questions, and now I canât get back into MyOpera due to heavy traffic. Iâm writing this in Word, as I usually do, and will copy it over as soon as it will let me.
LM is the absolute worst site when it comes to glitches, though MyOpera glitches are getting more frequent. With other sites that are glitchy, they at least manage to fix the problem in a day or two, but not LM. For a week now I havenât been able to do the writing and speaking parts of my Esperanto lessons. Therefore it wonât tally up my final scores. Iâve learned enough of the language by now to be able to say that itâs an easy enough language, and so I would probably pass all 4 courses in the upper 90s. When you already know Spanish, Portuguese and especially Italian, since Esperanto is more closely related to Italian, there really isnât much to it. German is still proving tougher than I thought it would be, but itâs progressing.
I canceled my MySpace account today (though it will take 48 hours to take effect) because I simply have no use for it. In the last 6 months alone I havenât done much more than send Maliheh those two nasty messages Iâll forever feel just horrible about when I thought she was harassing me (damn Andyâs timing even though he had no way of knowing!) and accepted friend invites from strangers. All my friends there were strangers, none of whom I friended except for Gloria Estefan. I never even bothered sending Maliheh a friend invite there.
Next goes Facebook â maybe. Still not sure on that one because I not only have real friends and family there (Jessie was a childhood friend), but good cyber pals as well. And of course thereâs Maliheh, LOL, who may or may not be able to see my friend invite, and who may or may not ever accept it if she can. I still hope sheâll one day accept it if she can see it, even though I donât ever expect her to feel as I do. But we all gotta do what we gotta do, and maybe her not rejecting it is her way of accepting it. Like sheâs kind of meeting me halfway or something. Guess Iâll never know. I know itâs pointless to keep beating myself up for the mistakes Iâve made where sheâs concerned and that thereâs only so many times I can apologize for my mistakes and let her know I hope we can move on and that Iâll be here for her if she ever wants to talk. I am naturally curious about her. Of course a âsilentâ friendship is ok too, LOL, if she ever wants to accept the invite, but still not communicate with me.
Iâve had crushes on many other women before, most of which wore off in a few months or less, whether anything happened between us or not. Yet here I am nearly 20 years later still crushing on Maliheh. Can anyone tell me why that is? LOL
Alison suggested Maliheh may contact me after the storyâs finished. HmmâŚI wondered this, too; if perhaps sheâs just waiting until then. Time will tell!
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2010 The stats are kind of weird today. It usually overwrites the last time a person came in on the same date, but today Malihehâs listed as coming in from Facebook at 10am, and then by bookmark at noon, apparently getting antsy for my next entry. She mightâve thought my account got hacked because MyOpera was glitchy again today and I slept much later.
And again she ignored me when I figured out another email addy of hers and sent a message saying that someone on Formspring âtoldâ me to email her there â was it her or someone she knows?
But the story is obviously important enough to her not to care that I can see every time she visits my blog. I still hope to hear from her when the storyâs done, but I wonât count on it. Sheâs back to coming in via bookmark since I stopped sending Formspring questions to Facebook. She hits my blog an average of 4 times a day. :) But will she ever talk to me?!?!
I guess my rat must be on drugs or something. I swear Iâve never had a rat this active! I let him out for his exercise earlier. Most rats love people, but I still canât believe how friendly he is! He was giving me kisses like crazy, climbing and jumping all over me, exploring the place, running up and down like someone lit a stick of dynamite up his ass⌠LOL
Nowâs when we wouldâve gone from worried to scared had he not yet found a job, since it now would have been less than a month to go before the unemployment ran out.
Someone recently asked me on Formspring if I believed in ghosts and angels. I said ghosts â maybe. Angels, no. Yet I canât help but feel like something was looking out for us in this case. We were really cutting it close! Now all we have to do is hope that if theyâre not going to hire him on, they at least donât let him go before the end of the year. If he can make it till the end of the year then heâll qualify for another 6 months of unemployment and we should have it made. Then again, things are still so bad overall that itâs looking like theyâre going to extend the benefits in November. We ended up really lucky in this case and once again we really skirted all kinds of potential disasters. There are so many things that could have gone wrong and things couldâve been a lot worse, even hopeless. I know I sure felt like giving up at times along the way. Poor Maliheh, LOL. I survived to write the story after all â hahaha!!! Maybe Iâll work on it later after I clean the bathroom and get some other things done around here.
LaterâŚ
Looks like Irene, my âfriendâ in the Philippines, was stealing excerpts from someoneâs book for her blog. The author contacted me after she saw me leave some comments regarding her entries saying she doesnât know Irene and sheâs the author and copyright owner of a book that can easily be verified (she gave me contact info). She contacted Irene and depending on her response, she may take further action.
I told Irene, who deleted the blog, that I wouldnât judge her for it, though this is certainly a concern for me and any other writer. I donât care if someone copies/pastes my stuff or shares it with friends. But I would absolutely want to kill anyone who might make money from my creative works, and I know God would let them do something like that and get away with it.
Shortly before Tom got in I noticed the water pressure was sluggish again. If I werenât so damn blind (even with my glasses on) Iâd have seen Jesseâs new number written underneath his old one, but since I didnât, Tom called him when he got in. Itâs days like this that make me think maybe we should move. Iâm sick of the water problems, and God knows Iâm not looking forward to the non-stop barking thatâs to come in a month or so and go on and on till next summer. Iâm sick of being cramped in here and having just one bathroom, too!
Jesse was actually driving in with his son and the dogs when we called him and met him at the fork. I asked if heâd set up his voice messaging since Iâm going to be here more often by myself and donât know the first thing about plumbing and electrical stuff. Tom showed me how to turn the water off in case anything springs a leak, but thatâs it. Jesse said he didnât know how to set up his voice messaging and said I could text him instead. He also asked Tom about the job. Meanwhile, whatever happened with the well was quickly fixed.
With the pressure back up again, I let the rat back out. At one point he came running towards me with something in his mouth, but I couldnât tell what it was cuz I had my glasses off (I hate having to wear glasses and wish I could get up the nerve to wear contacts!). So I grabbed him and ran for my glasses and saw it was a piece of a pork bone another rat had dragged off at some point.
I think I know why Marie mayâve called me. Because she drove that Texas chick crazy and lost her. Every now and then I check out her Facebook page out of curiosity (we can still do this privately, but since she knows she canât view my blog privately, thatâs probably why she hasnât) and found sheâs down from 11 friends to 6, most of which is just family. The chick from Texas, as well as a few others from there, are gone. Obviously, the poor chick got sick of the endless cycle of shit I had to deal with where Marie would promise not to jump the gun and be so paranoid when she didnât respond to each of her 20 messages in 5 seconds. So now that she lost her she wants to try to get back with me, but like I said, I know some people just donât change and so sheâs just going to have to learn from this and quit being so obsessive if she ever wants to hang on to anybody.
Maybe itâs just me, but despite having the crush from hell on Maliheh for nearly 20 years, even she would drive me crazy if she sent me as many messages as Marie did, and even without the paranoia attached. Once every 2-3 days or less is what Iâd prefer when it comes to keeping in touch with people by email or on Facebook, gorgeous or not.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2010 Something hit me about Malihehâs not accepting or rejecting my friend request. Maybe that is her way of moving on and being âfriends;â by at least not rejecting it. I guess time will tell.
Molly only hit my blog â yeah, only - 37 times yesterday, and today sheâs hit me 21 times so far.
I heard hammering from up at the summit, and I said to myself, oh no, not again! Please donât tell me youâre going to do this every day until next summer just like last year!
I dreamt I got an email alert saying I had a message on Facebook from Maliheh, but when I went to log in, my inbox was empty.
Then I dreamt I got a phone call where she says, âHello, troublemaker,â and I replied with, âHello, boss,â but then the line went dead.
In other words, I can dream, but I canât have (a message or call from her).
Before I get into the other dream I had of her, in real life I got a voice message from Marie. Argh! Yeah, I knew sheâd try again. Iâm surprised she hasnât hit me by email or been on my blog, though I know other Facebookers from New York, not just her. Got a few direct hits or bookmarks, 3 Formspringers, and 2 twits. All in a New York minute.
All she said was to please text her or call her or something because sheâs got to talk to me. Oh, come on, Marie! You donât need to talk to me. There is nothing important you can tell me that I absolutely need to know. I didnât lose a purse which you have found, you donât know any of my friends who for some reason can only get a hold of me through you⌠so what can you possibly need to tell me that you havenât already told me before? That you love me? That you know you have a problem but canât always help it when your paranoid side comes out? That you promise not to be so damn persistent?
I went through enough cycles of her obsessive pushiness to know that it would only be a matter of time before the emails were coming in like crazy and she would accuse me of plotting against her when I didnât respond right away because she either went off her meds or was PMSing.
Why is it that when it comes to women all I can get are the crazies while the so-called ânormalâ ones want nothing to do with me?!?! I hate to sound mean since a part of me will always love Marie and want the best for her. I know itâs not her fault she was abused, but many of us have been abused, such as myself, yet we learn to deal with it. Iâve been physically, emotionally and verbally abused, Iâve been starved, Iâve been lied to by those I was supposed to be able to trust most of all, and Iâve tried to take my own life. Then when I got older I started lashing out at society in general in the form of pranks, and God only knows how many people I mayâve assaulted that burned me in any way had I not been so scrawny. I was off to a slow start in learning to deal with my anger and all that, and sure itâs a bummer that Maliheh wonât talk to me, but I donât go around accusing her of it being because sheâs plotting to burn my place down or anything like that. Some people just donât want to talk to us. Period.
People werenât meant to be free of mistakes. Itâs when we make the same damn mistakes over and over again that weâve got a problem. I went through the same shit with Marie half a dozen times or more in just a few months. That tells me something about her right there. Again, I hate to sound non-accepting, unforgiving and insensitive and like Iâm better than others. Thatâs not the case. I just accept the fact that some people arenât going to change and I have just as much right as anyone else does to step away from those I feel are a negative influence of any kind on me. It isnât that I havenât forgiven Marie. Thereâs nothing really to forgive. I just donât think we should bother with each other is all. There are only a few people I would never ever forgive even with a million apologies and a million dollars. In fact, I would applaud anyone who harmed them and even kiss the ground they walked on, too. Those who know me or who have read my bio know who they are.
When I think of every Brenda that wasnât good enough for me and every Kacey that I wasnât good enough for, I still have to wonder why. Why is it I can get stable guys like Tom despite how few men are stable compared to women, but the only kind of woman I could ever possibly have as a potential side dish to the main course must be crazy! She just has to be. But if sheâs with it, sheâs a no-no, even if sheâs a bitch. How insulting, huh? Then again, I am allowed to have sane ones for friends, both in cyberspace and not, so I guess it isnât hopeless after all when it comes to a certain someone, LOL. Well, she may not be âcrazy enoughâ for me to say so, but your Caligirl who can never be your Caligirl since she could never âqualifyâ sends a warm dose of affection your way regardless of her under-qualifications. :)
I compared our 10-day forecast to Malihehâs. Iâm so jealous, LOL. Keep it up and I just may put her state on our list of possibilities for when itâs time to âgo homeâ if she wants an underqualified part-time, non-live-in girlfriend, and I hate to say it but at her age, you just canât afford to be so picky. It sucks and itâs not fair, but thatâs just life. So I hope for her sake she is happily settled down with Miss Right-n-Qualified even if Iâd feel a tinge of jealousy if I knew she was. She better be good to her too, if she exists! But it still snows there and Iâm still no doubt too nutty, too short and too feminine for the likes of Miss âHaddadâ with all my womanly peeks, curves and valleys.
I made some minor changes to my last chapter, then decided I just didnât like that Big Mac, LOL. Joni jokes about how getting married shouldnât take much longer than it takes to eat a Big Mac, and actually, it takes a bit of time to eat one of those things. So I made it a slice of pizza instead.
This rat is so much fun even if he gets to be a pest at times demanding so much attention and always wanting to be let out. He bolts out of his cage like a racehorse as soon as I open his door. He is a definite keeper and much like Tinkerbell. The only difference is that heâs not quite as smart as she was, but female rats are usually smarter anyway.
Tinkerboy is definitely the most playful. Itâs so cute how he tugs playfully on my clothes, chases me, and loves it when I chase him back. As soon as I got up he was all over me, giving me kisses and just totally glad to see me, LOL. Heâs been wound up ever since I got up at 9:30 yet rats are typically nocturnal.
Heâs very gentle when he plays. Heâs put his whole mouth on my fingers where I can feel his teeth, but he never bites.
I can see him from where I am in the bedroom (my computer is in the corner of the bedroom). Heâs lying down now, but I know that if I just stood up from this chair, heâd be climbing the walls of his cage anxious for me to come and play with him, LOL. He literally tried to climb the wall yesterday. It was so funny! He jumped up as if he could grab hold of it and climb it. It was funny hearing him hit the wall with the little splat and then slide down it. He sure jumps high, too.
He stole a sip of my coffee earlier, LOL. Not sure if he likes it very much, but he loves popcorn.
I was singing earlier and he cracked me up. I sometimes talk to him from where I sit at my desk and he responds to my voice by excitedly hopping around and climbing the wall closest to me. I threw on headphones and started singing and he was so sure I was talking to him, LOL. He calmed down during a musical break in the song and curled up inside his burrow. But then as soon as I started singing again, out he flew. It took two songs for him to realize I wasnât talking to him after all.
LM has even worse tech issues than Formspring, believe it or not, and so Iâm going to see about finishing up with the Esperanto elsewhere cuz Iâm really sick of it.
When I got up this morning I couldnât walk at first. The muscles in my right leg are badly pulled. For someone whoâs in shape and used to running, I couldnât figure out why, but then I remembered I almost spilled on the gravel up the top of the hill on my way down so thatâs why. So no running for me today until it heals.
I donât know why, but my blog is getting an incredible amount of traffic lately. People are getting pushed off the list (I can only see 30 at a time) faster than I can see them.
LaterâŚ
Now thatâs interesting. Look at the last paragraph in my last entry (about traffic pushing people off the list faster than I can see them, though, thatâs not quite true). Well, interestingly enough, Maliheh came in at around 4:25, then again at 4:49, as if she might want a better chance of appearing on the list to let me know she dropped by. Thatâs a nice thought, but who can know for sure?
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2010 I logged out of my main LM account and went into the one I created in Tomâs name back when you could only load so many courses into one account. Then I messaged Nane to see if I would get a reply. I said I was planning to travel to Germany on business next year and was wondering what the weather was like. I wanted to see if it was just me she didnât want to reply to, but nope. She ignored Tom too, even though sheâs been in since I sent the message. Sheâs back to doing lots of reviews. Iâd say that rather than being spooked by me, she just decided she wanted to use LM strictly for reviewing submissions and not for socializing. The only other thing she did was change her profile picture again to a more scenic one of a yacht in a little inlet somewhere. I doubt sheâll ever put herself back on after telling her how gorgeous I thought she was, LOL. But like I said, maybe Iâve got nothing to do with it and she wouldâve changed it anyway. God, I hate to sound as paranoid as Marie! LOL
I was out running and saw Jesse at the fork as he was bulldozing his way up to his place. We waved to each other and I ran up and down the drive. I didnât quite go all the way out to the main road because it was getting a little warm out there. Iâd still rather trade temps with Maliheh! Itâs too cold really early in the morning these days.
I thought Formspring was down earlier, but it turns out that I just had to re-login. Just so you know, Iâm no longer having it send questions to Facebook because not all of them get sent there. Thereâs just no point in having something that only works some of the time. So you will need to go directly to Formspring to see any questions/comments you may want to see.
I donât remember one single dream from last night, but I noticed a new trend with the palpitations. For the last week, they seem to come at the end of my day but have been mild, so that much is good.
I will try to finish chapter 10 today unless something comes up. I like Alisonâs Domme idea for Maliheh, LOL, but am still unsure as to where to go next.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2010 Gave my Twitter and Formspring pages a makeover. Speaking of Formspring, I will soon get over and answer what questions came in since last night. I was off to a slow start today since a certain furry little creature demanded some food, love and exercise. I let him run around loose for a while. He runs to the door of his cage almost every time I pass by, LOL.
Anyway, right now the rat is taking a spit bath and the Textroll had viewed my blog 208 times by the time I shut down last night. Thatâs 91 times in just yesterday alone. Now why canât someone as hot as Maliheh pay me this much attention? Even a tiny fraction of the attention would be nice from her, LOL. Oh, well. I guess we canât win âem all. If anything she probably hates me. Grrrrr!!! Yeah, Iâm getting more convinced of this the longer I go without hearing from her on Facebook, but Iâll admit that this is just an assumption on my part. Only she herself can know how she feels and what sheâs thinking. I just hope sheâll share it with me someday, even if itâs not all good.
Getting back to the Texturd, itâs been harassing my buds and I on our shoutboxes every chance it gets and so we have to turn them off since the block feature is worthless for that. I gotta admit that as sad, annoying and creepy as it may be, it was also funny the way Alison was correcting her misspelled words. I even played with her for a while. Hereâs what was exchanged between us before I turned the shoutbox off again.
I loved how Alison came in in the end and said, âJodi, youâd make a great teacher.â
Aside from these childish games that are really getting old, I gotta wonder why someone who was supposedly raped would reach out to a total stranger about it that hasnât had any training whatsoever in dealing with personal crises of this nature? Or was this just something she was using as a pitch to try to buddy up to me in order to hopefully pit me against Alison and Kim? I guess Iâll never know, nor do I really want to know. All I do know for sure is that this is a seriously unstable person, and this shit sheâs pulling isnât new either. Sheâs been stalking and harassing Alison for years now and so far today sheâs already hit my blog 30 times and other friends of mine. I guess this is my karma for what I did to Malihehâs friends. Yes, boss, I have learned my lesson. I swear! Iâll be so damn well-behaved from now on youâll sometimes wonder if itâs the same Jodi Lin you used to know, LOL.
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Tomâs job is going well, but Jesse didnât work today. I heard the motorcycle leave and return once. No barking, though. Too warm today for that yet.
Tom balanced the kitchen faucet. Itâs a single-lever, and whenever weâd center it, it would still drip a bit unless we set it slightly to the side. So Tom took it apart and re-centered it. Oh, the time and dinero we save pesky Jesse!
Nane replaced the picture of herself on LM with a cat. Anything to do with me? Well, itâs a bit of a delay if it does, LOL.
The nut job ended up viewing my blog 100 times today after insisting she was âsickâ of me. sighs Yeah, right, and Iâm afraid of rats, mice and snakes. After today, however, I will no longer mention this person and give them the negative attention they so desperately crave.
Iâm sitting here thinking of a certain someone who is very far away. But as far as she is in the distance, she is always close by when it comes to my thoughts. As she (or someone else) said a while back â I was her birthday present (almost). Will she be mine? Iâd like that muchisimo. :)
I will try to think of her as Iâm falling asleep to see if it helps me dream of her. I like dreaming about her when she isnât telling me my heart may not work right. My brain sure doesnât want to work in English right now, LOL! I keep writing in Spanish â lo siento! Dreaming of her is sort of my way of âvisitingâ her, as funny as it may seem, and I hope she doesnât mind my saying so. Again, though, I assume anything I say is ok or else sheâd tell me. Wouldnât she?
I had a dream that took place in a different place other than this little trailer, but donât remember enough about it to write any details down. Was it a place we just moved to? Just a place we were at? Something else?
Both LM and Formspring were glitchy all day. Formspring always has problems. I could see I had questions, but couldnât read or answer them for some time.
I really love this rat! Every time I walk into the living room he runs to the door. Heâs super fast and super playful when I let him out. I love the way he alternates between exploring and climbing all over me.
Swapped messages with Paul, Jessie and Andy, but havenât heard from Dorian. Itâs like he disappeared altogether when he left MD.
Not sure if I want to finish up chapter 10 tonight or if I want to study languages. And which one should I study if I choose that? sighs Sometimes I wish I was only bilingual and not manylingual. That would make my life easier!
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 2010 Iâm starting this entry with 138 views from someone, who as a friend said, puts the creep in creepy. Weâre virtual strangers yet she has become rather fixated on me. Iâm glad Harlingen, Texas is far away! I started to wonder if she were running a BOT on me, not that I think sheâd be smart enough to write one from what little I know about her. I canât even write one and my IQ is in the genius range. I have Tom write them for me when I want one for some reason. But then the views stopped climbing at 8pm her time when she hit 117. So for 14 hours, she sat there clicking on my blog like crazy and now sheâs back at it again, clicking away with just a few short breaks here and there. Itâs sad and itâs crazy, but itâs a bit funny at the same time the way Alison, Kim and I are keeping âscoreâ of her views. I seem to be well in the lead so far, LOL. Even Tom got a kick out of it when I told him about it.
The spells I did stopped Tomâs cold! jumps for joy Heâs much better!
Still loving my new ratty. Each time I let him out he goes further away from home, obviously deciding heâs earned his freedom faster than I think he has. He even cuddled with me for a few minutes, something rats donât usually do being such animated creatures.
Today Tinkâs learning the words âupstairsâ and âdownstairs.â He has to go upstairs to get food through the food hole, and downstairs to come out and play. Yesterday he learned his name and âno!â
Now hereâs something really neat and for once and for all Iâm going to document every single dream I have no matter how trivial, meaningless or silly they may seem. I was just getting into bed last night when it hit me â the dark brown baby rat on the bed!
I ran into the living room where Tom was working on his PC and said, âThe dark brown baby rat on the bed!â
At first he was confused, then I reminded him of the dream I had (for just a split second) where I was playing with a dark brown baby rat on the bed, and how he had said, âNow why canât that be a premonition? Why are you so sure lately that only your bad dreams mean anything?â
Well, it sure did end up being a premonition! I just didnât know it at the time. Sometimes I know it right away, other times I donât. And sometimes the premonition comes true right away, other times it takes weeks or even months. Anyway, this is one of my cooler dream premonitions.
So hereâs what I remember from last nightâs dreams: Me waiting for Tammy to return to a hotel room at 5:30 AM from a night job sheâd never work, and Maliheh sending me a message trying to tell me that her state has no area codes.
The palpitations seem to come at the end of my day lately, but at least they havenât woken me up after that one time.
They were right about the bird nest too; those who told me that birds hatching in a nest by your house brought good luck. After this happened he not only got a job after nearly two years, but a good-paying job, and now we have a rat thatâs everything a pet rat should be.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2010 I ran out of patience again and sent Naneâs final message that I wasnât going to send for a few more days, spilling the beans on her this morning. She has been in since I sent it too, and corrected one submission. Iâm a little surprised there wasnât any reaction from her. I didnât expect her to reply, but I thought she might at least be curious enough to check out my blog since I thanked her for the nice âcommentâ she left. I thought she might even unfriend me, but nope. Nothing.
Holy shit! Crazy Mollyâs been in my blog 60 times since I blocked her yesterday. I can still see how many times the tracker has blocked her when I check the exclusion area. That is one strangely obsessed woman! Not even Marie was that obsessed with me. I never read her own blog, though, as like I said, I donât know her and I donât care to know her. And sheâs welcome to say whatever she wants to about me in the forums someone told me sheâs badmouthing people in.
Ok, now for the wonderful day Iâve been having so far. Well, thereâs no need to go out running today as my new baby gave me quite a workout! Yeah, baby rats are quick and full of energy, LOL.
Going in order of events, we took off just before 10:00. We could tell that Jesse was doing something (as usual) since both the ATV and bulldozer were at the side of the main drive which is also where we ran into Whiskey and Brandy.
We got burgers and fries at Carlâs Jr. (we love their burgers), then we browsed through Goodwill where I got some incense which I promised myself Iâd never get again due to the mess it makes (peach, vanilla, strawberry and opium), and Tom got a keyboard he liked as a backup. I also got this thing â I have no idea what you call it â that you put outdoors that sort of spins in the wind like a windmill. Itâs got a colorful butterfly design and it looks pretty cool. It sits out on the deck railing.
Next, it was off to Best Buy where I got a new keyboard. It has multi-media and everything I like to have on a keyboard, but it will take me a little time to get used to the new layout as some of the keys are arranged a little differently than the other piece of shit Iâd been using. Itâs totally worth it, though, to have a keyboard with keys that donât stick! Yeah, I just might work on my story this weekend after all â woot!
Lastly, it was off to Petco. âNow weâre not going to get anything,â I told Tom. âWeâre just going to stop and look.â
âOkay, whatever you say,â he said. âItâs up to you.â
Barely 10 minutes later we walked out with the cutest baby ratty Iâve been calling Tinkerboy. Tinkerbell, who we had from 2005 - 2007 was all brown like this little guy is, but this guyâs darker, almost black. His fur is soft and shiny and heâs got white bands around his legs that almost look like heâs got socks on, and white on his tummy. The name came to me before we left the store.
There were 3 rats in all. One with markings like the last 4 we had, one white one, then this one. I almost didnât bother because they were older than I preferred. The guy said the brown and white ones had been there for about 3 months. Brown rats are my favorite. I just like that natural look when it comes to rats. So I asked the guy if I could handle the brown one, and he was saying how rats arenât usually big sellers because of the disease stereotypes that go with them, the snake-like tails, etc., but that theyâre much smarter than other rodents and it was what he himself preferred when it came to small pets. Stuff we already know about, but that didnât apply to what we had for rats the last couple of times. The last two pairs werenât very smart or friendly at all. They werenât mean and they didnât bite, but they just didnât want to interact with us if they could help it except to get food. Most rats can run around loose for hours, but not the last pairs. They were destructive and they wouldnât come when I would call them to go home. One simply shouldnât have to work for an hour to get a pet rat in its cage. I eventually took away their âlooseâ privileges because of it.
So the guy goes to get a box for the rat and as heâs walking back to the cage, I commented on how cute it was to see them playing together. Rats play much like puppies and kittens do â chasing, pinning, jumping and wrestling. I often call them âratdogsâ because of their dog-like behavior. So thatâs when he noticed that we knew a thing or two about rats (havenât been without rats since 1998) and that so many people go running to him saying, âHey, your rats are fighting!â As he said, though, youâll know it when theyâre fighting with the way they squeal so loud. The first pair we had in this place used to fight at times, and once they woke me up and I had to go out and tell them to shut the fuck up. They listened, too!
Now the Tex-Ass is up to 71 views. Is that all she does all day; just sits there clicking on my blog? As well as my friendsâ blogs? Though I donât think sheâs hitting theirs as much. Yeah, Iâm so damn entertaining, arenât I? LOL
Tinkerboy shit on me in the store, which is common the first few times you handle them, but then theyâll keep their shit confined to their homes. We almost got the white one too, since they really seemed attached to each other, but after me and the guy tried for 5 minutes to pick him up unsuccessfully I said, âForget him. I donât want him. After nearly 3 years of timid rats, I just donât want to deal with any more antisocials, if I can help it.â
Rats are pretty much always going to be who they are personality-wise. You just canât tame a timid rat and turn it into a people rat like this guy and most rats are.
Although females are typically smarter, this little fella already knows his name and the word ânoâ when he starts going places I donât want him to go until I childproof the place. Yes, rats can have a lot of freedom and will basically use their cage as a litter box and a place to eat and drink, but you still have to watch them somewhat. Theyâre still rodents, they still like to chew, and some are worse than others. They also like to mark their territories with pee-pee, which is just about everything, LOL, including you, but they make such good pets that theyâre worth it. Even Tom prefers them as pets and he thinks they look mean and ugly, unlike myself who thinks theyâre the cutest animal in the world.
76 views now for the Texwad. I tease Kim and Alison, saying they must be jealous of me getting so much more attention from her and â oh wow! Two more votes, and now my journal is in the lead!
Whatâs amazing is that Tink started eating, exploring and playing with me within hours of getting him home. Most rats wonât eat much the first day, and heâs already addicted to running around loose. He plays with me too, and I can already tell heâll soon be chasing me up and down the place. Rats âplayâ by chasing your hand as you reach out to quickly place your palm on their backs and shake them. They start running and jumping like crazy when they get all playful and excited, but you have to be careful because they do sometimes play nips when they really get going. And watch your earlobes when theyâre on your shoulders, LOL! Iâm making a point of handling him 2 or 3 times an hour to get him used to me, but like I said, heâs super friendly and he loves people. I already totally love him, too!
I treated him to his first taste of cheese and chocolate, something Petco definitely doesnât serve up, LOL, and have him in the smallest of our 3 cages right now. Fancy rats, which are the name of this breed, are bred to get bigger than wild rats, so heâll eventually be moved into a much bigger cage. Rats can collapse their rib cages and squeeze through tiny openings, so he has to get pretty big before he can be moved into the bigger cage which is actually a ferret cage. He runs to the door every time I walk by, LOL!
Whoa, 88 views now!
Iâm surprised I havenât gotten any rashes after handling him as rats can do that to you at first and give you these itchy red blotches, but it only lasts for a few minutes. I usually just throw on some hydrocortisone if it gets to be too much, but this one hasnât bothered me.
So now I wonât be 100% alone when Tomâs at work. And I hope the cold heâs developing wonât get so bad that it keeps him from working! He definitely canât afford to miss any days being this new on the job, but yeah, heâs got a sore throat and other cold symptoms. Iâm trying my best to do my spells, but as of yet they only help keep his colds from getting overwhelming, but they donât stop or prevent them like I can do with myself. He even took a nap for a while earlier.
I posted pics of him climbing his mamaâs fat legs in my blog.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2010 I canât stop the Texnut from viewing this blog, nor do I care if she does, but I donât need to be reminded of her existence either. And so I blocked her IP from tracking any record of her visits. Ha, ha, cagna! Tu sei una loca puttana con niente meglio a fare.
Last night as I lay down to go to bed the palpitations started and I was worried Iâd be woken up by them, but I wasnât and slept just fine.
The dogs are getting worse again as we head toward the fall. Itâs nice to know weâre no longer stuck here and could move anytime we wanted to. Only problem is weâd just have to listen to someone elseâs dogs wherever we went, so if we did move it would only be because we got a good deal on a place closer to where Tom works.
Bambiâs here now. She comes around every morning and grazes about the area. I was heading out to hang some clothes, but I donât want to scare her, so Iâll wait till sheâs done finishing her breakfast.
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Wow, Malihehâs late in checking out my blog today! Hope it isnât due to my making reference to her being beat out by the Tex-Ass! Or how seeing her appear on the list puts a smile on my face.
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Maliheh made it back! I thought she mightâve decided to âpunishâ me by taking the day off. She didnât hit my blog till 1:30 my time.
Tom said to feel free to stop working anytime I want, woo-hoo! Yeah, Iâm back to living the good life, even if Iâm still living in a dump, LOL. Where I was so cursed and so stressed out for so long, itâs nice to once again be that spoiled, pampered little housewife! Only this time around Iâm not the high-maintenance woman I used to be wanting to spend $100 a month on crap she doesnât need. Oh, Iâll still get some goodies as Iâm only human. And Iâll still do at least a little work at the job site as Iâm greedy and like money. For the most part, though, I will be a full-time author and language learner/teacher/translator.
Tom and I sat down, made a list of all our expenses and saw that weâd have nearly $500 leftover each month. So yeah, I quit! For the most part anyway. dances with delight Yes, life is getting better! I hope it stays this way for a long time, too. I expressed my worries about him being laid off, but he said it seemed very unlikely and that if anything they were looking to add more people. He asked me if I had any more vibes or dreams about moving to another rental. The only one I remember makes no sense. The house was bigger and newer, but it seemed like it was attached to Jesse. No thanks!
It was a busy week for me because I had so much to do, so Iâm going to allow myself to relax this weekend, as hard as it may be because Iâm such a workaholic. I hate just sitting around anyway. Even so, I might not work on my story till next week. Who knows, I might not even blog. In the morning weâll be going out to check out new desk chairs and keyboards. The cool thing is that if I happen to find one I like, I can get it and not have to just wish I could! jumps for joy
Jenâs ignoring me and Iâm ignoring Marie, both for the better. Yeah, Jen picked up my message on MySpace a few days ago, and Marie called today from a number I didnât recognize. I didnât say anything when she said, âHowâre you doing?â and I realized who it was. I just hung up. Iâm surprised she hasnât come at me in emails or hit my blog. I guess sheâs still in New York. It hit me afterward that today was her birthday. Sheâs my age now, but only for a few months. Anyway, I will always love her and think of her and wish the best for her, as Iâve said before. But I canât go back to the 20 emails a day and her going off on me and insisting Iâm plotting against her if I fail to reply to one of them in 5 minutes. I know itâs not her fault she is the way she is, but one has to consider their own selves at least somewhat, donât they? I would rather Maliheh email me 20 times a day than her just once a day! Malihehâs not crazy no matter how much of an insensitive bitch she may come off as. And maybe sheâs mellowed out over the years for all I know.
There goes the palpitations again. No, heart, donât do that! Has anyone else who may be reading this ever experienced heart palpitations? Itâs a noticeable fluttering or racing of the heart where it beats hard enough to be noticeable, but itâs not like after youâve done something strenuous. Most of the time our heartbeat isnât noticeable, but this sure is even if youâre completely still at the time. It usually only does it for a few beats at a time. If anyoneâs familiar with this, let me know. I just hope it doesnât wake me up and spoil tomorrowâs plans!
I still donât miss the rat, but itâs weird being petless and not having him around to share a little of whatever Iâm eating as rats can eat anything.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2010 The rat finally died. I was really beginning to think heâd never die, but this morning we both noticed he was wheezing really badly. Weâre guessing that the tumor, as huge as it had gotten, ended up choking him. I wish I could say I was all in tears and going to miss him, but Tomâs sadder than I am. I just didnât care much for this rat. Most rats are highly intelligent and friendly, but this one was rather antisocial. Biggest rat we ever had, though, at around 2 pounds.
I donât know what I want next. Another rat? A dog? Nothing? Oh well, I donât have to decide today.
It has been long enough since itâs rained that Iâm starting to miss it, but I donât want it around to cool things down either. Unlike yesterday it ended up getting warm enough to need the cooler and is to be warmer over the next few days. Hope it lasts!
I passed Esperanto 101 with a 98% jumps for joy Woo-hoo! squeals with delight My highest score yet! dances like crazy
Someone recently asked if most of my visitors come from elsewhere or directly. It used to be that theyâd mostly come from elsewhere, but lately itâs getting to be 50/50, whatever that means. That damn Texskitzo is taking the lead from the star of my story. Well, I just might be a ânasty influenceâ on her. Those who know me know that people tend to get sick when they annoy me enough. My own family can vouch for that, including my SIL and MIL. Iâd rather exercise my âwitchyâ side on scratch tickets, though, in a positive way. I guess this weekend will be when Iâll take another shot at it.
Iâm too tired to get into the Maliheh dream now as it was a very busy day for me. I left a note to myself in Word to do it some other time. Her story is now just over 23K words.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 2010 Yesterdayâs scratch ticket was a $5 winner! Yes, the influencer is back! As I said to Tom, I should be able to psych every 3 out of 4 tickets to win soon enough just like I used to. He said heâd gladly settle for 2 out of 4, LOL.
I slept well last night and feel much more refreshed today. Just a few bouts of chest pain and palpitations, but nothing major. I should be well enough to get out running today. The weather will be ideal for it. I added Malihehâs weather to my weather list. Sheâs going to be in the 90s while weâre only going to be in the 70s. No fair! Even Andyâs going to be in the 80s.
I had a dream about Maliheh that was both funny and not so funny, but I donât have time to get into it right now. I expect to be busy all week, so I donât even know if Iâll get any more of the story posted this week, but Iâm going to try my best.
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Oh no! A crazy lady in Texas is taking the lead over my imaginary girlfriend!
Of course, both couldâve been in several times before I checked again. It overwrites the last time the same visitor came in on the same date.
I will never ever let this man do the dusting again. When he got laid off clutches stomach (I will never have 3 servings of cauliflower at once again either) he offered to take over some of the chores. So I gave him the dishes and half of the dusting, keeping the rest of the dusting for myself along with the bathroom and laundry. He did a great job on the dishes, but if I didnât know any better Iâd swear the living room was never dusted in the entire 22 months he was laid off! It took me two hours to do it.
Jesseâs back to work again, after all. I noticed his truck was gone when I was out running. I was shocked to see this because of how quiet itâs been. Iâm sure the dogs will start going crazy again in a couple of months or so, as they seem to prefer to do most of their barking between November and April, but I am kind of surprised they didnât go off today because weâre having another cool spell I donât appreciate at all. For now, itâs nice to hear nothing but the sounds of wind chimes, the train way off in the distance, plus the freeway in the distance that runs from Reno to Sacramento.
Now Iâm not sure what I want to do. Sometimes I feel like there are not enough hours in the day. I know Iâm sick of cleaning and languages, so itâs a toss-up between work and my story. Hmm⌠I just canât decide. Let me flip a coin.
You win, Maliheh. Speaking of her, sheâs been coming to my blog every 2-3 hours today! Whatâs the interest? I wonder for the millionth time. I would love to know what she thinks of the story and what she thinks of me. Does she still hate me? Or is she seeing me in a different light now?
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2010 My blog got a hit from Germany, though I doubt itâs Nane even though it was a direct hit or a bookmark. She hasnât been on LM since yesterday, so unless she copied the link elsewhere when I gave it to her and has now decided to check it out, I doubt itâs her. If she were going to do anything, wouldnât she reply to my message or re-send the friend invitation on FB before she checked out my blog?
She only ended up doing mine and one other personâs submission yesterday, then that was it. She was gone again. Hey, she was in an hour ago, so I just saw, and did two more, completely ignoring my message. So yeah, Iâm 100% sure Iâll never hear from her. Howâd she figure me out, though? Was I really that obvious?
Had you asked me last night at 6:30 if I thought something was wrong with my heart Iâd have said âdefinitely,â and I would have even considered going to the hospital had we been insured and me not so exhausted. Even Tom suggested it, saying we have money now. But not that much money, LOL.
If you asked me right this very minute if I think somethingâs wrong with my heart, the answer would be that I donât have a clue. I would still think that given my diet and lifestyle, I should be fine, but last night had me more convinced than ever that this just isnât the case.
To back up a bit for those who donât know me as well â I quit smoking when I was 31 in 1997. Just like with Maliheh, it came down to do or die, but for me, it was for a different reason and that was asthma. Being hauled to the ER by ambulance with tubes up your nose, breathing masks, and being terrified youâre not going to make it because you just canât breathe, will certainly help get you off the ciggies! So I used the gum and toughed it out with the first 4 months being the hardest, and my weight shot from 110 pounds to 125 pounds for a while, but I could finally breathe. The wheezing stopped as soon as I quit smoking, but the tightness remained until we left Arizona. Ever since then, with the exception of some congestion here and there, my lungs have been fine.
âThe chick with the muscles.â Thatâs pretty much what Iâve been referred to as for quite a while now. I really got into fitness big time after quitting smoking and have been at it â fairly consistently â ever since. âOMG, look at that ladyâs abs!â I overheard a young girl once tell her friend in the supermarket. These girls couldnât have been a day over 20 yet they were envying the knots in my tummy from all the years of workouts. I have to be careful when shaving my legs because of the lumps of muscles in them.
I have play-wrestled with past male friends that I basically tossed around like rag dolls. I threatened to beat the shit out of the manager at one of the motels we stayed in when we first came to Cali (yes, I know itâs wrong but I canât help but laugh at remembering this poor guy) who was pissing me off when I was already in a foul mood. He ran. He did not challenge me, he did not call the cops, he just ran!
Yet despite being fit, muscular and scaring the shit out of people twice my size, I woke up last night with two of the top heart failure symptoms â palpitations and feelings of being smothered. This wasnât the kind of tightness I would get with my asthma. This was different. Iâve had it before, sometimes when Iâd be awake, though itâs definitely worse when lying down. Itâs like I just canât suck enough air into my lungs no matter how deep a breath I take. Unlike ever before, though, the palpitations were coming every 10-15 seconds. I was lying on my stomach, my preferred position, when the palpitations and trouble breathing woke me. I had the palpitations when I first crashed, but didnât think anything of them as annoying as they were. It was a little better on my back, but best on my side. It took an hour for the palpitations to stop and I laid there for hours, dead exhausted before I could finally fall back asleep. I ended up being in bed for 14 hours total!
A while back Tom suggested it could be nerves, but thereâs no way in hell that was about nerves! If anything I feel the least anxious since we moved here. No, money isnât everything, but it sure as hell counts for something. But not even the night of October 11th of 2007, one of the worst days of my life, had me feeling anything like I felt last night.
When I got up my heart was a little racy and beating a little hard, leaving me feeling a bit winded, but ever since then, I have felt just fine. A little sluggish energy-wise, but that can be attributed to PMS. I donât know what to think anymore. The symptoms vary and arenât always consistent. I had no chest pain, but I sure felt like a machine that was malfunctioning for a while there. I wasnât scared or in pain, but I was annoyed and wondering what the hell was going on. Just about everyone experiences palpitations every now and then and they are usually harmless, but this was sheer overkill. I really hope it doesnât get to where itâs interfering with my sleep and my daily life on a regular basis. If so, then I guess Iâm going to have to face the music and get in to see a doctor. On the other hand, I wouldnât want to live on all kinds of medications and always having to go to the doctor, so I would probably just let myself go if I had anything terminal that was âtoo much workâ to deal with.
But I do worry about Tom and what he may have to deal with. If I died, then thatâs it for me, Iâm dead. And it doesnât really matter when I die since there will always be people and things Iâll miss. But if I died now, Tom would be looking at a good 30 years or so alone. I would hope that someone would come along and they could settle down together and carry on with the dream of going home, but if youâre single at his age, you probably always will be no matter how sweet you may be. At that age, you pretty much have to settle for whatever you can get (within reason) be it in person or online, but I donât think he would ever try to get out and meet people. Heâs less sociable than I am, and Iâm no social butterfly myself. But this guy doesnât even have a Facebook account and things like that.
In the end, I think Iâll be just fine, but if not, Iâm glad I got to reunite with some old friends and acquaintances and that I found Rosa, Eileen, Maliheh, and was finally able to forgive my sister. While I may always be sorry for my part in what went wrong with Maliheh and I, I understand that the past canât be changed and that she and I will probably always disagree on some things that happened, but thatâs ok. We donât always have to agree on everything. But for as long as I do live, I will be her friend in cyberspace, and even though itâs not mutual, Iâm still glad I found her. And I hope she will finish our story if anything prevents me from doing so.
I sang for a half hour or so to give my lungs a good workout. Iâm a trained contralto and some time Iâll record myself singing in both English and Spanish and then try to figure out how to embed it into my blog.
When Tom gets home (I still canât believe heâs working) Iâm going to make my third and final attempt to psych out tickets like I used to. The last one was one step away from a big winner.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2010 Tom found a public domain site run by the State Departmentâs Foreign Service Institute with several classroom-like language courses. I havenât delved through much of it yet, but it seems like it may make a wonderful addition or even replacement for LM. Even Tomâs considering trying out the Italian course in case we ever do go to Italy. âWe can make a game of it,â I joked, âand pretend weâre learning because weâre spies that are going to be going over there.â So for now I will only be using LM for the Esperanto courses and nothing else.
I would like to stop adding new languages to my brainâs inventory soon so I can perfect the soon-to-be 8 languages that I have studied to varying degrees! Itâs loads of fun, and while I may pick up fast, itâs sooo hard, too! But yeah, thatâs what I want to do. I want to stop learning languages and get as fluent as I can with the ones Iâm already familiar with.
Nane did correct my submission. Mine was the first one she did. But sure enough, the ever-elusive German hottie took off after doing just one more and without responding to my message. In the message, I not only asked if she got the message I sent nearly a week ago asking if she could re-send the friend invite, but I gave her the language link. I donât see why she couldnât access it from Germany.
Meanwhile, my next and final message to her will be when I spill the beans on her, as itâs more than obvious that yeah, sheâll correct my submissions, but no, she doesnât want anything to do with me. Like I said, she mustâve somehow figured out that I like her, though I canât for the life of me fathom how. And Iâm not going to let God tease me with attractive, sane women all over again any more than Iâll put up with the uglies or the crazies. I didnât realize right away how insane Marie was, though I should have. I spent the bulk of my teenage years living with them.
The internet has been much like old times, cutting in and out, pages slow to load, etc. I was afraid of this too, and that it would slowly worsen again.
My back bottom molar has finally died and is starting to break up after giving me hell for sooo long, Iâm happy to say. Hopefully, Iâll be getting the dentures I so badly need soon enough, since all the rest of them hurt and are decaying faster than the speed of light.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 2010 Andy sent me an email yesterday saying heâd been busy but was really happy for Tom and me. Heâs been losing weight, exercising and doing well. He also told me something in which he asked â no, demanded â I donât mention online, and so I wonât, LOL. But I can mention it in my offline journal. He sent me a picture of him and Stevie. He looked huge in the picture, but otherwise itâs an awesome pic! I knew heâd eventually meet her. Iâve been luckier in love and other ways than he has, but he sure has been lucky in ways I havenât been, too. He gets to act out his sexual fantasies and meet his favorite celebs while I donât even come close. Well, the closest I came was flirting with Teddy Bear in jail and a crazy skitzo named Marie online. Sad, huh? LOL At least I got Gloria to pay for some of the long-distance calls I made in S. Deerfield!
I crashed around 1pm, got up 6 hours later and basically let Tom have it because the bedroom was almost 85Âş. I propped the bedroom door open for the cooler to blow through, yelled at him some more, then fell back asleep. When I got up, though, I not only realized it was my fault for not leaving the door open but instead of switching the fan up to high I accidentally turned it off.
For those of you who donât know who the hell this obsessive, stalking psycho is named Molly Rose M, let me fill you in. First off, she and I have never talked, so I donât know how she âthought I was a cool one to talk to.â The only few words we exchanged were on Formspring before I realized who she was. She was once friends with Alison, one of my best cyber friends. After their friendship ended (itâs not my place to say why) Molly started stalking and harassing Alisonâs friends. She follows me to every site I go to and I have to block her on all of those I can possibly block her on. On MyOpera, the block function only keeps her from commenting on entries and sending messages, but not from reading this or leaving messages in the shoutbox. I donât care if she reads my blog, but if she shoutboxes me again â and Iâm sure she will â Iâll disable it. I donât need to have it around anyway. I didnât really come here to socialize so much as to share my writing. Then again, maybe I should let her shoutbox away. It only adds evidence to my report about her harassing me and the unwanted contact Iâve been receiving from her. Hopefully, when enough reports have been filed, sheâll be banned. Better yet I hope MyOpera will have their block feature cover more than it does now.
I gotta wonder why some people bother keeping tabs on people theyâre supposed to hate like I was questioning in a previous post. I donât think Maliheh literally hates me. I think she dislikes some of the things Iâve done, and I donât blame her, but while she may not hate me to the point that she would be glad or even indifferent as to the thought of me dying of some disease or in some accident, isnât she supposed to at least not like me??? Then again, if I canât figure out my own self and how I could have a crush on someone I didnât exactly get along with and havenât seen for nearly 20 years, how the hell can I expect to figure others out?
But anyone with half a brain can see thereâs a huge difference between Molly and Maliheh. Mollyâs crazy and always in peopleâs faces. Maliheh may be a bit of a bitch and a hard-ass (something I admit kind of turns me on as I like a woman with at least a little fire), yet despite knowing so little about her I have always sensed that she is a very intelligent person. She may be a bit on the serious side, and God knows I canât imagine her doing the shit I used to do â prank calls, egging vehicles, etc. â but sheâs sane and sheâs not in my face despite being a regular presence. Then again, Malihehâs sort of special to me, LOL, so sheâs welcome to get in my face at least a little bit.
I dreamt about Anne and Harry B, my Italian foster parents. They were very good to me and wanted to adopt me, but despite being a ward of the state at the time, my parents were able to stop this from happening. They were a stark contrast to my next foster mother, a black woman who starved me down to 85 pounds while her huge and crazy girlfriend teased, taunted and threatened to beat me up every chance she got. I was 16 at the time. Tom and Maliheh were already in their mid-20s.
Anyway, I donât know what became of Anne and Harry, but it wouldnât surprise me if they were dead. I miss them so much! I loved them dearly and would always call them Mom and Dad. Anne would always sign off in letters to me letting me know that my Italian mom and dad loved me.
I had to stop for a minute because I was crying. Still am too, as I donât know where in the world they could be if theyâre still alive. We lost touch in the late 90s when I was still in Phoenix and I have been unable to locate them. How could two people very near and dear to me seem to have dropped off the face of the earth while I have no problem finding Maliheh who has become a regular part of my life??? I mean âregularâ in that she follows my blog. Every time I see her on the list (if it really is her) it puts a big wide smile on my face. I will miss her immensely if those who theorize sheâll disappear at the end of the story are correct. cries some more She sometimes comes in on Facebook, sometimes via bookmark.
On to other things now as I donât want people feeling sorry for me or thinking Iâm looking for sympathy. I can get all the sympathy I could ever want or need right here from Tom.
Hereâs another classic example of how I struggle with the ordinary things. We have a simple camera yet I just couldnât take decent pictures of the beanie babies for the lots weâre setting up. I tried and tried and I did everything Tom told me to do, but they just came out blurry. Yet when he took them they were just fine. So I canât take pictures, but I can learn Esperanto â WTF?!?!
Nane wasnât on LM at all yesterday. So she went from doing 3 submissions to 1 submission and now none. I checked on Wiki and there are no holidays right now in Germany. Their Labor Day is May 1st. I hope she hasnât given up on LM altogether. If she has then she wonât get my little confession I planned to send on the 15th, let alone a chance to review my submission or anything else. I wonder if she has kids. I mean younger kids. She sure acts busy enough to have them. But she also mentioned wanting to learn Turkish for leisure travel. Somehow I doubt one does much language learning and leisure traveling with kids, but who knows? I know nothing about her so anything could be the case.
And somehow I doubt that dream meant anything or that Iâll ever hear from her again. :(
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 2010 I messed up yesterdayâs written exercise despite having a good overall score, but one of the Esperanto teachers was kind enough to show me the way. Now maybe Iâll quit making some of the silly mistakes I make.
I made one last-ditch effort to get a response from Malihehâs main account, but it was a bust, and Iâm still no closer to figuring out whatâs going on. If she hates me so much or at least dislikes me that she wonât reply to my messages, then why is she bothering to read this blog (if it really is her) and why hasnât she rejected the friend invite? If I hated or disliked someone, Iâm not going to care what theyâre writing about, even if itâs sometimes about me. But I guess thatâs just me, and truthfully, I donât even know for sure that she is reading it. And so I guess I will be the only one to let go of the past and move on, but this does not mean I am condemning or critiquing Malihehâs ways. If she chooses to feel the same way she did decades ago that is totally her right and I certainly donât hold it against her
What with the 3-day weekend ahead, I donât expect there to be much work at the job site and so Iâll be immersed in mostly languages and writing for the next few days.
I just hope they donât decide not to hire Tom on full-time. Yeah, I knew Iâd just go on to other worries.
I had a dream I heard from Nane, so weâll see. She only reviewed one lesson yesterday, so yeah, she might be busy unless sheâs just getting sick of LM altogether.
I was viewing my traffic stats when I noticed something new on the side. Hmm⌠whatâs this? I wondered. So I check it out, and wow! I didnât know I could tell these things. I thought I had to pay for them. But most of my viewersâ operating system of choice is Windows XP. Smart. The top browser of choice â IE. Not smart.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2010 Still nothing from Nane. What a bummer, though it sure beats money worries. In a sense, heâs making exactly what he was making in Oregon since here they donât steal a dollar an hour from his pay to cover the fucked up insurance plans small businesses had up there. Our expenses here, however, are one and a half times what they were in Oregon.
Back to Nane. She usually reviews a dozen or so submissions a day from what I can tell. Yesterday morning she only reviewed two, then was gone. But when I got up, I saw that she went back and reviewed several more submissions. So yeah, Iâd say she put two and two together because if she had time to review lessons, she would have had time to at least re-send the Facebook invite.
While it is disappointing, I also donât want another Marie D on my hands that has to message me a dozen times a day, even if she wasnât a paranoid skitzo who was so sure I was pissed at her if I didnât reply within 5 minutes. Even one email a day would be more than I prefer.
I also get sick of being deprived of these human experiences (lust) that I sometimes crave and always fantasize about, even though I know I would get bored with it in time. Then again, when was I ever allowed any so-called human experiences in life? Just the never getting any women I was attracted to as much as I was Teddy Bear, Nane, Kate and others, plus not being allowed a kid when I wanted one, was enough to tell me that Iâd be cut out of some of those normal and oh so worldly experiences. Meanwhile, the closest Iâve got to the real thing besides my imagination is a bitch named Maliheh that checks my blog 4 times a day, but never ever contacts me.
Oh well. Nane may be too sane to be my cybergirl as far as Godâs concerned, but I can still share a little secret with her in a couple of weeks or so. And while I can never experience sex with someone Iâm drooling over, I can at least have sex with a man Iâm only attracted to on the inside and who will only have sex for me and not for us. Wow, arenât I just so damn lucky?
I sometimes wish Tom and I could at least be more physical. I donât mean sexually but with things like hugging and back massages. But I also know that he is who he is. I canât change him and I wouldnât want to. Expressing my desires to him during our first few years of marriage about wanting more sex and more participation from him did me absolutely no good for the most part, so I just keep my mouth shut. You canât teach an old dog new tricks.
LaterâŚ
Itâs after noon in Germany and Nane doesnât appear to have been on LM today. That swings me back toward the busy theory. I hope thatâs it! Maybe sometime next week Iâll submit an exercise to her and see if she corrects it. I want to at least give it throughout the weekend to see if she contacts me over the weekend when sheâs more likely to have more free time.
Iâm wondering about Andy, though. He not only hasnât replied to my messages, but he hasnât been on my blog either.
LaterâŚ
I asked Maliheh to please reply to my message where I shared a funny joke I heard and said I hoped Hurricane Earl wouldnât get her, but once again, I donât expect shit. I even told her a reply would be nice even if it was to tell me to fuck off, and I would, too.
Nane was in briefly a few hours ago, but she only reviewed one submission. Weâll find out come Monday if sheâll review mine. I think she will, but I donât think weâll ever be friends outside of LM.
LaterâŚ
Iâm finally getting some reviews on my Esperanto speaking submissions. One says to make sure I stress the second to last vowel in words with more than one vowel, and the other says, âSuper!â Esperanto is proving to be as easy as German is hard. Iâm 57% through 101 with a score of 98%! I still wish I was into learning one language only and not such a language addict because it would be so much easier that way. I have to really work at not sprinkling my Portuguese with Spanish or inserting Italian into my Esperanto.
I should probably watch what I say online in regard to LM because Iâm getting a bookmark/direct hit from the Russian Federation where my Esperanto teacher happens to live, and one hit came when he appeared to be online. Itâs not their first hit either. I sent a message to him saying that geography fascinates me and crap like that, asking whereabouts he is in the RF and what the weather was like. If heâs in Krasnodar or really close to it, then my guess is probably correct.
Of course I can get some guy from over there which Iâm totally indifferent to checking out my blog! Why should the gorgeous lady I wish to hell would check in bother to do so? And why does it bother me that she hasnât, just because she looks the way she looks? Even if she lived down the street, she and I are never going to get together, so why does it matter to me?
I did send a message to a Nane on Facebook that I thought might be her. After looking at the profile pic later on, though, I said nah, itâs not her. The person was too young and her hair was too light and too straight. On the other hand, some people use pictures of their family and not themselves. A few more days and Iâll submit an exercise and see if she reviews it. She only reviewed 3 of them today, and again I hope sheâs just been super busy, though I doubt thatâs the only reason she hasnât contacted me. She did mention having only once a week to study Turkish, though sheâs no longer doing it on LM, so IDK.
I think Maliheh mayâve been evacuated after all, because she only checked in once today and that was right after I sent her the Facebook messages. The news reports talk of her town as being one of the ones to be evacuated.
Sheâs also back to coming in via bookmark, though I donât know why. I hope itâs not because sheâs decided it wouldnât look good for her to be clicking into my blog through my profile page if she has any hopes of âgettingâ me.
LaterâŚ
Maliheh just hit my blog. :) Maybe she wasnât evacuated. She came from Facebook, too.
As of yet, Nane hasnât been on LM at all so far today, driving my hope back up of it being a case of busyness. I still hope so and that we can connect in a regular enough way, but nothing to the degree as to how connected Marie and I were once connected. I do not miss that at all, though I do think of her still and wish her the best. Yeah, thereâll always be a part of me that will love an Italian hottie named Marie D and cherish those 7 memorable months together in cyberspace.
LaterâŚ
Nane came in and reviewed one lesson and I couldnât resist sending another of my own to her to see if she reviews it. I know I was going to wait till Monday, but I ran out of patience. Itâs early evening now in Germany, so she may not be on anymore today.
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i know at one point before replaying shivers after i got my jewel case copy i had said that the game wasnât actually scary because the only things that can hurt you are stationary, but i was wrong, when you canât tell if youâre one screen away or two screens away from the ixupi that is currently in your way it is very scary.
#switch speaks#id still overall say shivers is more Anxiety than Horror#if there's one adventure game i'd call 'Anxiety: The Adventure Game' it's shivers#when that happens i just fuck off until it spawns somewhere else so i can get by i hate it#also when i replayed it i completely misremembered which 3 elements aren't active so i thought stuff would be safe when it wasnt
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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?
School Days
Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.
Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.
Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think
Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader
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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.
You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.
Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.
You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.
At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.
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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.
When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.
When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.
"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.
"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.
God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.
"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.
Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.
He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.
"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.
Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.
"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."
Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.
He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."
"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.
"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"
"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.
But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.
When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.
"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."
Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.
Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.
"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.
"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.
The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?
"Mr. Rogers-"
"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."
"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."
"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.
"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."
You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.
đ
The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.
Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.
They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.
As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.
You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.
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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.
Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.
It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?
"Need some help little one?" He hummed.
"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.
"No need to be nasty."
You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.
"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.
Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.
"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.
"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."
He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.
Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.
Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."
"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."
You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.
"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.
Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.
His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.
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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.
"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.
"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.
You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.
"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.
"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.
"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.
He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.
"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.
"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.
He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.
"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."
Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.
"I think you forgot something."
You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.
"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.
"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.
You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.
You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.
"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.
"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.
"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.
"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"
Fit?
Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.
"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.
Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.
He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.
You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.
"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.
"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."
The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.
Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.
"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "
You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.
You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.
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#dark steve x reader#dark steve x black reader#dark!steve x reader#dark!steve x black!reader#black writer
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HELL YEAH I LOVE THIS SUIKAWARI MY HEART THING SHOUTA'S SO T H I R S T Y ok real talk deku absolutely knows who eraserhead is right??? hes an eraserhead fan right???????
"These seem kind of ...short," Izuku can't help but point out, hands coming down to tug futilely at the swim shorts that had somehow replaced his standard blue and yellow Mighty Swim Shorts(TM) he's had for years now. "And tight."
"As god Herself intended," Hitoshi mutters from where he's laid out on the concrete of the changing room floor. "Praise be to Yaomomo."
"Praise be," Izuku automatically echoes out of longstanding habit.
A beat of silence passes between them
"You know that floor is beyond filthy, right?" Izuku can't help but ask.
Hitoshi just peels one bleary eye open and stares up at Izuku silently.
"Fair enough," Izuku agrees as he goes back to fussing with his shorts.
"You nervous?" Hitoshi asks a few seconds later.
"Yeah," Izuku admits sheepishly. "Seems kind of dumb huh? Being so nervous over a charity event like this? But ... what if I look stupid?"
"Not possible," Hitoshi immediately denies.
Izuku loves his friend so much. Getting arrested together with Hitoshi at a rally really was the best thing to happen to him in a long time.
"Very possible," Izuku counters. "Highly probably in fact. Everyone else participating is super cool with super cool moves, with or without their quirk being involved. I'm just ... me."
"Look," Hitoshi says as he eels his way across the floor until he's laying right beside where Izuku's standing. "Just go out there and do exactly what you did at practice. Trust me, it'll go perfectly. Especially since Todoroki's not here to catch the vapors or the drapes on fire."
"Still don't know why the entire group had to come to that practice," Izuku grumbles just a bit. "Or why Momo had to host it. Or why Uraraka recorded it."
"Kirby's making mint by now," Hitoshi mumbles under his breath.
"What?" Izuku asks.
"Nothing," Hitoshi waves his question off lazily as he finally rolls over and pushes himself up onto his feet.
He throws an arm over Izuku's shoulder and rests his sharp chin on the crown of Izuku's head.
"Like I said before," Hitoshi reaches his hand up to poke at Izuku's cheek, "just go out there and be your regular sunshine broccoli self and do what you did at practice night. You've got this."
And by this point all Izuku can do is believe him.
~~~
Crate of watermelons firmly in hand, Izuku bounces just a bit on his toes and focuses on taking deep breaths of fresh ocean air.
Dagobah Beach is still as beautiful now as it was all those years ago when he cleaned it for Toshi-sensei at the start of his apprenticeship.
On the other side of the small, curtained off backstage area the crowd that's gathered is going wild.
Honestly, Izuku would rather be out there watching the Miruko crush watermelons than here waiting for his own turn to go on stage.
But, eventually, is turn does actually come.
"...the showstopper himself, the one, the only, the #1 Can Do Hero Dekiru."
Present Mic's announcement ringing in his ears, Izuku takes one last deep breath, does his best to smile, and moves out into view.
The crowd is deafening and Izuku has to admit that it always makes him feel more than a bit awestruck to have so many people cheering for him. Especially over something that's more than a bit silly even if it's for a collection of good causes.
He shoots the crowd a small wave as he sets his crate down.
"Show us what you've got!" Present Mic demands from somewhere to Izuku's right. "And let's give him some encouragement listeners!"
The crowd begins to chant "De~ki~ru!" and Izuku picks up his first watermelon, determined to follow Hitoshi's advice.
The first and second melons break easily enough, just as they had at practice, but the crowd seems happy.
So Izuku moves onto his third pose, the one that the others had made him repeat a handful of times a few nights ago.
A flex of his thighs and a twist of his hips and his lap's covered in sweet pink flesh and sticky juice.
"Oh god," a voice, low and husky, cuts across the crowd, "I wish that was me right now."
Even as the crowd goes abruptly silent Izuku's attention immediately zeroes in on the source.
He immediately feels his entire soul leave his body.
Because standing there beside Present Mic, arms crossed over his chest and face blank, is Eraserhead.
The Eraserhead.
The same Underground Hero Izuku's been a huge fan of since the moment he found out he existed. The notorious hell teacher of UA whose very name sends shivers of fear down the majority of his friend group's spine.
The same Eraserhead who was Hitoshi's mentor.
And who Izuku may or may not have a strange, second-hand sort of not-crush on.
In his defense, Hitoshi's stories about his mentor are always highly entertaining to Izuku. And what he's learned about Eraserhead through his friend just makes Izuku think the man is someone he'd really like to get to know.
Which is what makes being here, topless, covered in watermelon juice, and with an actual audience to witness the semi-sexual remark Eraserhead had just made about him, a special kind of torture.
Because Izuku's never admitted it to anyone, and especially not Hitoshi, but Eraserhead lines up pretty closely with what Izuku would consider his type.
The man understands heroics, and according to his capture and expulsion rate and Hitoshi himself, has a lot of personal dedication and drive. The stories Hitoshi tells about him show he's got a soft streak he keeps well hidden and he's intimidatingly smart.
Plus he's tall, has hair that Izuku admits he wouldn't mind getting his hands tangled in, and looks like he'd be mean in all the right circumstances.
All of that is probably why Izuku finds himself speaking without really giving himself permission to open his mouth.
"Ah," Izuku hears himself say, "maybe we could go on a date first though? If you'd like?"
For a long moment it's so quiet Izuku's pretty sure he can hear himself dying cell by mortified cell.
Eraserhead's face somehow manages to go even blanker.
And then, he smiles.
'Oh wow,' Izuku can't help but marvel as he takes in the expression he's seen palely echoed on Hitoshi's face a million times, 'that's ... unexpectedly attractive.'
He can feel even more heat rush to his face in response as he chews nervously on his lower lip.
"Hope you like coffee," Eraserhead finally says, "and cats."
And Izuku can't help but grin because yes, yes he does.
But he's pretty sure he's going to end up liking Eraserhead even more than all of those put together.
~~~
"Hell is empty," Hitoshi intones when Izuku finally manages to get free of the semi-rioting crowd so he can rush back into the changing room to clean himself up. "All the devils are right fucking here."
Izuku stalls out for a moment, unsure of what, exactly, he's supposed to say to that.
"You've got a date with Eraserhead," Hitoshi plows on.
The expression on his face is caught somewhere between gleeful and absolutely unhinged.
"Yeah," Izuku can't help the grin that steals across his face as he wipes himself down. "Or at least I hope he was serious."
"Oh he was serious," Hitoshi reassures him. "As serious as the heart-attacks basically everyone we know have probably collectively had."
"Do you think he's gonna like me?" Izuku can't help but fret just a bit.
"He's gonna marry you," Hitoshi snips back. "And we're all gonna suffer. Thank the gods you won't be breeding at least. Whatever the both of you are ends with you."
"That's kind of a quick jump to make but quirk science has come a long way," Izuku says absently as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Most couplings are genetically possible these days you know?"
"That was not a challenge," Hitoshi hisses, horror overtaking his expression. "I swear to god Izuku do not spawn with Eraserhead."
Izuku just waves him off as he trots back towards the door to the changing room.
He has an Eraserhead to track down and, hopefully, date plans to iron out.
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A favorite trope of mine has always been- getting to see another personâs past. Is it some kind of judgment thing by a higher power? Something like Freeze Day from SCTFOE? Person trapped in a nightmare and their nightmare is being projected? Who knows. All thatâs important is after months of healing, some of the Hermits get to see exactly what Tommy went through. It shows short clips of him before being happy, the rise and fall of Manburg, Wilbur going insane, the festival, the withers, all of it. Just short clips of these things though. The last clip of the SMP is just Dreamâs mask outlined by his green hood saying, âyouâll stay here alone with just me until you learn to be quite and respectful and not fight those who are in power over you. Even if you have to stay out here *forever*.â
This turned into a whole drabble smh xD
((btw @give-grian-rights helped me so thank you))
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The remaining hermits arenât sure what happened. They have no way of knowing. There was a witch involved, Cub thinks, but what their fallen friends must have done to piss her off to the point of getting cursed is beyond their ken. Among those laid out are Cleo, Grian, Xisuma, Zedaph, and Tommy.
Scar and Cub work their Vex magic together to figure out that their friends are trapped in their worst memories. (Etho calls it a Demonic Hell Viewing Illusion, and False smacks him upside the head for the Naruto reference.) Holding hands with a victim pulls you in, but thatâs what theyâre counting on. Joeâs already wading through Cleoâs nightmare before anyone gets the chance to ask, and Impulse and Tango arenât far behind doing the same for Zedaph. However, it doesnât work for Grian, Xisuma, and Tommy; they were found already holding hands. They must have figured something out about the curse before they succumbed to it. All the hermits can do for them, for the time being, is hope.
Tommy, Grian, and Xisuma wake to the smell of sulphur and smoke. The ground is orange and littered with bullets. Grian grabs Tommyâs hand, and Xisuma grabs a discarded rifle. Tommy points his finger up at the top of a mound of scrap metal and dead bodies. Thereâs a nether portal, except the obsidian is whiter than quartz. That's where they have to go to get out of here.
All around them, demons lurch and shriek and hiss and all sorts of unholy behavior, bodily flinging themselves at the trio as though they know none of them can take the men on their own, and that just by dogpiling them all one of them will get lucky. Xisuma instantly snaps into a professional mode, the way he sometimes does when he's killing zombies but they keep social spawning. He takes up the lead with machine gun fire and grenades, carving a path through the crowd. Grian takes up the rear with a handgun. Neither Xisuma nor Tommy ask why Grian is so comfortable with a gun. They've got more pressing issues.
An imp gets lucky. It's just enough to crack the visor of Xisuma's helmet, and the imp instantly gets mowed down.
"I can't see," Xisuma rasps through gritted teeth.
"Then take the helmet off," Tommy says, cleaving through an enemy with a sharp piece of scrap metal. Grian breathes in sharply. As far as Grian's aware, Xisuma always wears his helmet.
Xisuma goes quiet for a second. "I suppose you've got a point."
The helmet gets dropped to the ground and demon limbs shuffle it away. They don't have time to look at Xisuma's wild brown hair, his purple eyes, the burn scars on his jaw.
They make it to the portal all in one piece. Xisuma takes one last wistful look at the Martian hellscape, then takes his friends' hands. They step through the portal together.
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They step out of the portal into the foyer of a high school. Grian's eyes shutter.
"We'll be headed toward the roof, I believe," he says, staring dully through the spectre of a broken, bloody man holding a rope.
Tommy latches onto Grian's clammy hand to ground him as the three ascend stairs and traverse the dark, winding hallways. The ghost follows them. It isn't like Ghostbur-- it's, well, not vengeful, but it's not kind. The man named Gareth keens about Grian's sins, about a boy named Taurtis who Gareth hates, about mafia and yakuza, about his poor wife Jane.
On the last set of stairs, Gareth makes a wailing remark that causes Grian to bodily flinch. Tommy doesn't even know what the ghost said (he wasn't listening).
"Fuck off," Tommy says, "you're the shittest ghost I've ever met. Even my brother could..."
He trails off. This is not the way to fix things for Grian. On a hunch, he reaches into his pocket. Of course the object he's looking for is in there; it's his brother's coat.
He holds the object out to the ghost. "Have some blue."
Gareth warily takes it, dropping his rope. It floods periwinkle, then cyan, then dark royal blue. A weight seems lifted from the ghost's shoulders as he clutches the blue, mutters something about Jane, and leaves.
Tommy takes Grian's hand, then Xisuma's, and they go through the door to the school's rooftop together. They halt as one. The portal is there. Standing between them is a boy maybe Tommy's age, with a corpse at his feet.
"Sam," Grian whispers. "Taurtis."
The standing boy smiles, eyes obscured by a purple mask with a rectangular symbol on it, and flexes bloody wings. The corpse on the ground has blood all over its back, where wings once were, and broken headphones around his neck.
"Man, Grian, you really held out on me," Sam says. "This Watcher power really is something else--"
Sam topples over backward. His body hits the ground in front of the portal. Xisuma lowers his gun.
"He looked like bad news," Xisuma says.
Grian grimaces. "He was. Come on, let's go."
They once again step into the portal.
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âDo you want to be a hero, Tommy?â Technoblade roars, âThen die like one!â
Their paltry little group of three gets no chance to take in their surroundings, to see whatâs going on and where they need to go. All they can process is the legendary PvP champion, acolyte of the Blood God, Technoblade, unleashing Withers upon what once might have been a town.
Tommy yanks them into cover. âI donât know where the portal is,â he hisses.
Grian squeezes his shoulder. âWeâll find it.â
Explosions rain hellfire down upon them from all angles-- not just the Withers, but TNT buried in the ground. Theyâre so close, they can see the man who set it off. And he must have, because heâs yelling about it, yelling about his LâManberg and his unfinished symphony and begging his father to kill him. Heâs wearing Tommyâs coat--
Bile rises in the back of Grianâs throat. Tommy wears his brotherâs coat.
Tommyâs eyes are glued to the gleaming diamond sword that Wilbur gives to his father. He watches his brother die all over again, and he knows where he must go. He turns his back on his broken family and breathes.
âWe need to go to the Nether,â he says. They nod.
The black portal is across the battlefield. They come across corpses more than once on their way, but ignore them. They canât afford not to.
In the Nether, there is a rickety, dangerous pathway with no rails, made of cobblestone and obsidian and oak logs. Manic-depressive ravings on signs proclaim the path as the road to Logstedshire. Piglins try to knock them off to no avail, and ghasts blow up the bridge behind them as they run. On the other side of the Logstedshire portal is... actually not a hellscape, as Grian and Xisuma have come to expect, but a little village encampment. Nothing is blown up, nothing is amiss, except Tommy himself. And, of course, the figure they spot after they catch Tommy staring at it.
Itâs Dream. The up-and-coming famous speedrunner who Grian faintly recalls killing once in MCC, which was apparently a big deal. The man approaches, and Grian realizes where he recognizes the mask from. Itâs the same one that Tommy wears.
âTommy,â Dream says conversationally, âitems in the pit.â
Tommyâs hand wavers, reaches up to unclasp his chestplate, but Xisumaâs hand on his shoulder stops him.
âNo,â Tommy says.
âNo?â Dream parrots incredulously. âYou know the rules. Itâs for your own good. Armor in the pit. Tools in the pit. Friends in the pit.â
They all gasp, though for different reasons. Tommyâs eyes narrow. âFriends in the pit? Youâve never said that one before.â
Dreamâs head twitches. âFriends in the pit. Friends. In the pit.â
The manâs voice is deeper than Tommy remembers. Something seems to resolve within Dreamâs behavior, yet he keeps twitching. âYouâre in exile, Tommy, you donât need. Friends. Iâm all you need. You were doing so good. I thought you learned to behave. Iâm all you need. You donât need friends.â
What happened to the eloquent poison that used to drip from Dreamâs tongue like honey? He sounds like a broken record. All at once, Tommy staggers under the weight of the realization that this isnât Dream. Somewhere underneath that horrible man that abused him is the real Dream, trapped in his own body and watching the dreamon that possessed him hurt his friends.
Xisumaâs gun makes an appearance again, but Tommy holds up a hand in a silent request for the admin to hold his fire. Tommy grabs Dream by the shoulders, removes Dreamâs mask and then his own so that he can look the man in the eyes. âI know youâre in there, Dream. When I get out of this nightmare, Iâll save you. I swear it on my discs.â
Dreamâs face twitches erratically. The movement spreads to his whole head, neck jerking. He raises straight up into the air, higher and higher, then explodes into a shower of items and no body. A white portal shimmers into existence.
âWhat the hell was that?!â Grian demands.
Tommy grins, taking the manâs hand and leading him to the portal. âIâve got a friend to save.â
Grian snarls. âTommy, he abused you. Heâs not your friend.â
âThat wasnât Dream. It was a--â
âDreamon,â Xisuma breathes.
Tommy nods. They walk through the portal together, and when they wake, holding each other close, they know theyâve got a mission. They can do it.
#mcyt#hc x dsmp#yandere high school#yhs#doom#cubfan135#zombiecleo#grian#xisumavoid#zedaph#tommyinnit#hermit!tommy au#hermit!tommyinnit#goodtimeswithscar#ethoslab#joe hills#impulsesv#tango tek#technoblade#wilbur soot#philza#ph1lza#dreamwastaken#me.txt
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Tagged by @noire-pandora , @cleverblackcat, and @nirikeehan in the last couple weeks or something...I think? Tagging you all back (if you haven't already done a thing recently, or if you have ,and you wanna do another!) along with anyone else, because Iâm lazy and awkward and feel way too out of the loop right now to know who to tag.
I was camping (in 100+ degree heat and tornado warnings and thunderstorms), and then recovering from camping for the past couple of weeks, so Iâm only just now getting back to a sort of writing schedule (if by âscheduleâ we mean it happens sometimes in the tiny little moments I have between Spawnâs various Hot Girl Summer activities...). This is, ummm...is bespoke fanfic a thing? It came from an ongoing conversation with @realaceâ about...look, I donât even know how we got here, but this pairing was mentioned, and I couldnât resist trying to make this happen. These two can interact at two different points in the games! Which is two times more than most of my rarepairs (Loghain/Stroud, Morrigan/Blackwall, Carver/Nate), so this is practically canon compared to those!
Anyway, hereâs Alistair and Anders after spending a night together in Kirkwall doing âWarden Thingsâ...đ:
âAnders! Get your lanky ass up! The Kingâs Guard is out tearing up the whole city searching for their wayward bastard!â
He opens his eyes and is startled to see the aforementioned bastard hastily dressing himself in the corner of the little hovel he calls a bedroom.
âUhâŚhang on! Iâll be right thereâŚâ Anders shouts out to Hawke, who sounds genuinely concerned, which would be touching, if only she werenât so fucking offensive all the time.
âCome on! You can hide out at my place until they find the low-lives who probably kidnapped him and are holding him for ransom or something. I donât want anyone finding you here and tipping off Meredithâs goons!â
He looks questioningly at Alistair, who shakes his head decisively, as if to say âI wonât let that happenâŚâ but Anders knows Meredith has the ultimate authority here and would seize any opportunity to get a notorious apostate like him into the Gallows. So he nods Alistair toward the back tunnel instead, so he can sneak out and re-emerge somewhere else entirely. Then itâs his problem to explain where heâs spent the night. And why he has those marks on his neck. And why he looks so adorably loved-upâŚ
But then Alistair gives him the most pleading puppy dog eyes Anders has ever seen. And heâs seen the way Fenris looks at Hawke when he doesnât realize anyoneâs looking! Alistair might as well be half-mabari right now. And, though he knows itâs stupid and overly-sentimental, Anders canât resist pulling him in for a farewell kiss.
âWell, thenâŚâ Isabela purrs as she pulls back the curtain to his cramped little bedroom. âGuess we found the King.â
âOh,â Hawke looks absolutely gobsmacked at the two of them. âI â well, shit.â
âWhat? I did him, too, you knowâŚâ Isabela smirks. âWasnât a king, yet, but it still counts, I think.â
#dragon age#alistair#anders#alistair/anders#isabela#hawke#whoops#wardens...they just have that connection...you know?#WIP#my writing
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Welp, made another thing for @petrichormeraki âs Hermit!tommy au. be warned that this is only a part 1 cause i havenât finished the whole thing and i need to get my computer looked at so i wonât be able to finish it yet but hereâs some of it at least
Disclaimers here are that I only know the general idea of Xisumaâs base and that thereâs a honey farm somewhere, but I took liberties with how it is for the story. Also, headcanon that I made specifically just because I want it to happen, canon deaths that donât end up with a ghost make the person lose a piece of their soul until it canât support them fully anymore. Then that piece ends up somewhere else. Maybe thatâs why the compasses work. But more I just want something like what happens in this fic. For the hurt/comfort.
When Tommy first joined the Hermits accidentally, he hated being around Xisuma. Not only was he the admin of the server, the one who held the most power, but for whatever reason, this guy decided to look like a bee. It was worse when Tommy learned he almost changed up to look like a Strider, but then just went back to a bee. At the very least it wasnât easy to run into the guy.
It was more the problem of his base. The coolest places and the ones Tommy most liked to visit were the ones in the jungle, especially since the old base he was living in was built there. With no elytra, at least not one he used for more than gliding, Tommy got lost when in the more natural parts of the biomes. And when that happened, he tended to accidentally find Xisumaâs base.
So much of it was bee themed that Tommy disliked it. It reminded him too much of what he left behind, but couldnât get back. Having the compass was as much as Tommy was willing to have to remind him.
But one day Tommy got killed when he wasnât being careful. He wasnât too worried about it, especially after a message in his new communicator had a message from a hermit who picked up his stuff and put it in a chest. They didnât really have the inventory space to bring it to him and weâre busy enough they couldnât stay, but it was fine. A chest was the standard.
But right now, the problem was getting to the chest. Not only was it somewhere in the jungle, but it was also most of his gear. Tommy didnât really have many good backups, never wanting something that someone could take, even though he knows the hermits would never do that. Probably. Heâs still wary just to be safe. The most he has in storage is some gold armor for when he goes into the nether.
Tommy donned a mixture of gold and worn iron armor and a mostly used sword to get his stuff. Heâs sure he knows the way to his gear until he doesnât. With the monsters tougher than at his old home, Tommy is worried about dying again as the sun starts to set. He rushed through the jungle a bit faster until he ran into it. Xisumaâs base. Tommy was going to pass it by when monsters started to spawn, with him getting really unlucky and one zombie spawning with full enchanted armor.
Not wanting to die, Tommy scrambled his way into Xisumaâs base. He sighed once he was in a safe place, though upset that he would have to spend the night in such a place.
With nothing much better to do other than sitting, which Tommy hated doing, he started to walk around and explore Xisumaâs base. Close up, it was actually okay. The bee theme designs werenât as prominent, and all the towers and buildings had farms inside them which were fun to watch. The one problem was the honey farm. This one definitely had a lot to do with bees. Tommy was going to just run by it when a bee popped out.
Tommy actually paused at that. Then smiled. Bees only game out during the day, which meant he could leave. He smiled and ran out of there and went outside to see⌠it was still night?
Now confused, Tommy went back to the bee farm. He was beginning to think maybe he just imagined it, but then he saw the bee still there. He watched as it kept bopping its head against the glass, ignoring the flower with it and not going back in its hive.
Puzzled, Tommy just watched the bee until he heard the noise of someone using a firework. The sound caught Tommyâs attention, and he looked away. When he turned back, the bee was gone. After looking there for a few seconds, Tommy shrugged and started to walk away. But even then, he still kept looking back, so much that he didnât notice Xisuma until he ran into the man.
Tommy froze up when he saw the admin standing in front of him, but instead of anything Dream might have done or said, Xisuma spoke in a kind voice. âOh, sorry Tommy, I didnât see you there. Were you looking for me?â
Tommy didnât speak for a little bit until he heard the pop of a bee leaving its hive. âUh, I just got lost and holed up here, cus I died and was trying to get to my stuff and that one guy isnât around to sleep. Also one of your bees is fuckinâ weird.â
Xisuma scolded the boy for cussing, then offered to help Tommy get to his stuff. He mostly ignored the bee comment until there was the noise of something softly hitting glass again. Xisuma walked over to the farm and Tommy followed.
âSee! Isnât it supposed to not do that?â Tommy asked, to confused by the mob to be scared of Xisuma or want to leave the bee area.
Xisuma nodded slightly, watching the beeâs odd behavior. âMaybe it somehow got linked to another hive or nest and is trying to get there.â
âSo what, youâre gonna let it out?â Tommy asked, bristling a little at the idea.
Xisuma nodded again. âItâs probably the only way we could be sure. I can always breed up another if it leaves.â
The admin took out a silk touch pick and broke the glass. The bee flew out and the glass was replaced so the other bees that had not left the hive just yet wouldn't also escape. Instead of the bee trying to fly out of the base, it flew towards Tommy and hovered around him.
Tommy went rigid as the bee flew towards him. He was sure it would keep going, but instead it stuck around him. âWhat the fuck do you want then?â He asked the mob even though it couldnât respond. âI donât have any of those prissy flowers so bug off.â
But the bee didnât listen. It seemed quite pleased to stick with him. Tommy nearly drew his sword to kill it, but he wasnât sure he could bring himself to actually his the thing with what it represented to him. Plus Xisuma might get mad and it could break his farm. âCan you just help me get my stuff, maybe itâll leave once weâre outside.â
Not knowing what else he could say, Xisuma agreed to that. He could tell that something about bees was a sore subject for Tommy. The way he stiffened up around them and also around him. It was part of why he was so surprised to see the boy.
After a bit of walking, Tommy reached the chest of his gear and equipped and stored everything in his inventory. The bee happily bopped up against him and once again Tommy thought about killing it. But instead he just started wandering home, the bee following right behind.
The following day, Xisuma showed up to check on Tommy. While he wasnât please to see the admin, Tommy at least accepted the gift of a bee hive, especially after his apparent new pet bee would not stop bopping its head against him. Hopefully the hive would give it somewhere to live and it would stop.
Tommy thanked Xisuma for the gift before shoving him out the door, glad for the lack of resistance the admin gave. Then, turning back to the rest of the hobbit hole he moved into, Tommy plopped down the hive right in the middle of the room. âThere. Go in there and stop bothering me.â
But the bee didnât listen, it just kept bopping itâs little fuzzy head against Tommy. Angry now, Tommy grabbed the bee, held it eye level, and looked right into its eyes. âYouâre going to stop annoying me and go in that hive, got it?! Iâm sick of you flying around me!â
He then let the now trembling mob go and it flew into the new hive. Tommy almost felt regretful about yelling at it. Almost. Grumbling, he went over to his bed to rest now that there wasnât much to keep him up. Tommy set down his gear nearby, and placed his closed compass on the bed.
With all this bee stuff, Tommy couldnât help but look at the object. After hesitating for a few moments, he grabbed the item and opened the lid. Inside, the needle danced wildly, not sure how to point with its location in another dimension. Tommy gave a sad sigh and was about to close it again when the needle stopped spinning. It clearly pointed in one direction for a few seconds. Tommyâs eyes widened and he started to turn towards where the needle was trying to guide him, but then it went back to dancing about.
Tommy looked at it confused, before realizing it still might change again. Tubbo may have found a way here. He ran in the direction the needle had been pointing and tripped over the new hive he had placed, cursing as he hit the floor. He looked back up at it to hit it once or something, but the compass has steadied itself again, the needle pointing the other direction, right towards the hive.
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No Magic In The World.
Written for the Maribat? Get In! Civil war.
This is a direct sequel to I Must Be Dreaming so it would be best to read that. Though it works easily enough by itself.
TW: Mentions of sex, alcohol, driving under the influence and vague suicidal thoughts.
Waking up in another unfamiliar bed, Jason's head was banging with a raging hangover. Rolling over and out the bed he stumbled to the sink in the hotel bathroom to retch. This was becoming a bit of a regular occurrence. But the welcome oblivion of no dreams kept his heart from breaking over and over again every time he woke up and realised Marinette wasnât going to be laying in the bed next to him. Dreams of her were a sweet torture, and heâd quickly decided no dreams of her were worth the moment of bliss he felt before reality intruded upon his waking mind.
Leaning over the sink he felt rather than saw as two slender arms held him from behind, and for a moment he dreamed of familiar arms and the smell of apple blossoms, before roughly pushing the woman away.
âWhat the fuck are you still doing here for?â he sneered, looking at her over his shoulder in the mirror. He took the woman in, icy blue eyes and a dark brunette. Looks like his drunken ass couldnât even get that right. Then again, no one would ever come close to Marinette's fierce beauty.
The woman stuttered in confusion at him. Bless. She thought this was more than a drunken tumble and a subpar substitute. Holding a hand to his banging head he scoffed at ther, pointing at the door. âI donât give a shit. Fuck. Off.âÂ
He knew, somewhere in his mind, that he was treating the poor woman awfully. Unfortunately his self disgust at touching another woman but her had him taking it out on her. Flashes of the night before came to mind, and mixed with his already nauseous stomach he threw up what little he had left in his system.
Hearing sobs from the other room and a slam of the door he grimaced. Not his most shining hour but he didnât give a fuck right now. Heâd cheated on Mari, fuck the fact she was- shaking the word from his head he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He was in a sorry state. Pale skin, dark red rimmed eyes. Heâd even lost some muscle mass and weight. He was a shadow of his former self. Splashing some cold water on his face, he moved to the other room, dressing as he found articles of his clothing.
Sitting on the edge of the rumpled bed, one which he refused to look at, he took out a cigarette, lit it and took a drag. What the fuck was wrong with him? This wasnât the first time heâd gotten hammered and fucked his feelings away with a poor substitute and it disgusted him. How could he ever take someone else into his bed, drunk or not? He physically shuddered as another bout of nausea rolled through his stomach. It always left him feeling unclean. Unworthy.Â
He groaned when the silence of the hotel room was broken by the ringing of his phone. He took it in his free hand and scoffed at the displayed name.
Incoming call. Dickhead.
Rejecting the call and throwing it back on the bedside table, he finished his cigarette before lighting a second one straight away. Seeing a mostly empty bottle of whiskey on the dresser he staggered over and picked up a packet of painkillers and proceeded to wash a few down with what was left, relishing the burn at the back of his throat.Â
Looking around for another bottle he scoffed at the litter of empty ones. Not one had any left in it. Looked like he was making a trip to the liquor store very soon in his future.Â
In the background his phone had started ringing again, be he wasnât up for his sympathetic older brother to offer a shoulder to cry on. He was fucking done sitting on his ass and crying about it. There was nothing he could do to change it.
He had begged Tikki and Plagg. Gotten down on his fucking knees and begged them. He would never force them- no, Marinette would never forgive him if he forced her beloved Kwamii to act against their will. But it had hurt that they werenât willing to save her.
He had accused them of all sorts, that they didnât actually care about her. That they had never loved her. At one point he had even pointed his gun at Plagg before he had destroyed it. He had broken down again in that moment, curing fetal on the floor as he wept for his love to come back. The kwamii had joined him, sharing his grief. But still, ultimately, swore off letting him make the wish. The had told him there was no magic in the world that could bring her back. He had replied she was all the magic in his world.
Now he was travelling, looking for someone, for something, that could bring her back. He wouldnât believe the Kwamii until he had exhausted every option available to him. Except the pits. He refused to use the pits; to owe Talia something. He would never taint Marinette like that anyway. She was all things good and beautiful and pure in his life, he would never make her like him.
Hearing his phone start ringing again for the umpteenth time, he picked it up and answered.
âWhat the fuck is so important? Huh?â he answered, face twisting in a rage that was aimed at himself for his actions both last night and this morning. âSix missed calls, Dick. Didnât you get the memo? I didn't want to fucking talk to you when I rejected the first fucking one!â
The silence that greeted him down the line had his stomach twist in guilt. He knew Dick was only worried for him. Heck even the Demon Spawn had shown worry for him and treated him like fucking glass. It was one of the reasons he had to get the fuck out of the manor. But even then, he couldnât return to his and Maris' apartment. She was everywhere, in the fabric swatches on the table to the post it notes on the fridge. Their bedding smelled like her and her perfume lingered in the air. It repulsed him.
Everything about the place repulsed him. It was a home made for two. One set of his and another set of hers. Other things that were theirs. Except there was no theirs anymore. It had taken one look in her office room, to the zipped up garment bag he knew held her wedding dress for him to grab his bikes keys and get the fuck out of dodge. At the time heâd simply not wanted to be in that apartment. Ten minutes later he was on the road out of Gotham and no plans of returning any time soon.
âJay-â he could practically hear his brother trying to figure out what to say to him, could easily imagine his shoulders would be hunched and tense as he deliberated. It was something he did when planning his next move in the field. Mentally he snorted. Did that equate him with a battle or an enemy? Either sounded right to him to be fair.
âAre you going to tell me where you are today?â
âI couldnât tell you even if I felt like it.â
âJay please.â he could hear the frustration in the acrobats voice, but he couldnât really give a damn. âCome home.â
âHome, Dick?â he questioned, licking his chapped lips and picking up his bikes keys. He didnât give a shit if he was over the limit. Death would reunite him with Marinette, and if he made it to his destination the liquor would help with that too. âI have no home anymore. She was home.â
âThen tell me where you are, Little wing! Please!â he closed his eyes shut tightly, gritting his teeth together. He hated that his family was hurting. But he couldnât give up. He had to find a way to bring her back.
There had to be some magic somewhere that would give her back to him. Heâd seen it happen for everyone else, so why couldnât it happen for him? For them? Why couldnât they have this one piece of happiness? Just this once?
âI canât do that, Dick. Youâll try and stop me, bring me back to Gotham.â He paused as he opened his eyes and swung his leg over the bike. âI won't stop looking for a way to bring her back to me until I know Iâve exhausted all possibilities. Because I owe her that much. And if I die trying, well I owe her that too.â he told him, smirking sardonically.
âThatâs not true, Jay! Marinette wouldnât ever want you to do this. Please, Jason, this is killing you.â Dick begged him down the phone. âCome home. We can still search from here, but please, come back, be with your family.â
Putting his keys into the bike and revving the engine he grinned dryly. âSorry, Dickie bird. Not today.â he hung up then, turning the phone off and pocketing it. Kicking up the bike stand he took off, he was sure he remembered the nearest booze shop was only 5 minutes away, and even that was five minutes too long.
The conversation had flared up the pain in his chest and it needed numbing again. Sweet oblivion here he came.Â
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TW: Mentions of mpreg, slavery, rape and stockholm syndrome.
if this isn't your thing, don't read it. This is also set in modern times.
Longer version.
Omega Jm born into a royal family, making him the prince. It's rare for male omegas to be born, so he's extra special. The more he grows over the years, the more beautiful he gets. He literally has every man and woman in the kingdom wanting him by the time he's 21. Not only is he gorgeous, but he's humble as well and his kingdom loves him for that just as much as they love him for his beauty. Jm takes to time to greet and speak to everyone he can on his outings, making sure to listen to any complaints they may have so he can relay them to his father. Literally the definition of an angel.
Well, one night he goes on an unsupervised outing. Everything goes well until he's on his way to return home. It's late and the streetlamps are really the only lights on so it's not that easy to see. One minute Jm is conscious and well aware of what street he's on and the next he's out cold, body being hauled into a windowless, unmarked van. Of course this would happen on the one night he decided to sneak out by himself. He should have known better.
He wakes up with a massive headache in a cold, damp stone room, much like a cell, with shackles on his feet and wrists, the ones on his feet being connected to the wall. His breathing is heavy as he's terrified and it only accelerates as the door to the room opens, a strange man he's never seen before walking in with an annoying smirk on his face.
"Well, well, our gorgeous prince finally awakens."
Jm backs up against the wall as much as he can, voice shaking as he speaks. "W..Who are you? Where am I? Why.. Why are you doing this?"
The man just laughs, moving over to Jm, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You're very sought after. I'd be stupid if I didn't try to catch you. You're going to sell for a very high price."
He was terrified before but those words make Jm's blood run cold. Fuck.. Fuck he had been captured by slave traders. If he was sold he knew he'd most likely fucking die after being tortured and abused for god knows how long. The only thing he could think to do was to plead for his life.
"No!! No please! I..If you let me go I.. I can get my father to pay you anything you want! Just please let me go!" There were tears in his eyes and his voice was wavering, bottom lip quivering as he tried not to sob.
The man just laughed, letting the omega's face go as he moved back toward the door. "The only thing I'll get if I let you go is sent to prison. What, do you think I'm stupid? Shut up and get some rest. Tomorrow is the auction day and I won't have you looking like some sort of sleep deprived zombie." and with that, he left, leaving Jm alone to sob himself to sleep on the hard stone floor.
Morning comes and jm is taken to a large room filled with seats with a single, circular stage in the middle. He watches as one by one, different people of different ranks and genders are auctioned off, until it's finally his turn and he's dragged up onto the stage by the shackles. He stands there as men start placing bids on him almost immediately. It doesn't seem to ever stop and jm just wants to go home. His attention is diverted when a man, obviously an alpha by his build, jm can't make his scent out in this room, stands up, offering more than 70 million usd for him. It's over then. the auction is won as nobody else wants to bid higher. Jm is led off of the stage and into the back room to meet with the man who bought him. He'll admit, he's pretty handsome, but that thought shouldn't even be running through his mind right now. The man doesn't ask his name. He knows who he is. They all know who he is. All the man says to Jm is "I'm going to have so much fun with you."
The omega is transported back to the alpha's home and luxurious doesn't even begin to explain how nice his house is. It's basically a mansion surrounded by massive, well kept gardens and fountains. Jm swears he hears a horse whinny in the distance. On his ride there, he's told what he will be used for. Sex and feeding. It scares the fuck out of Jm and he starts to try to get out of the carriage. He does NOT want this. There's no way he's ever going to want this! The alpha just grabs him by the hair and yanks him back. He's have made it a few steps away if the alpha wasn't so quick. Once he's shown his room, which is no more than a bedroll on the ground in the dungeon, he's explained the rules and what the alpha expects of him. He answers with a bitter "yes sir."
He's given an hour or two to "settle in" before the alpha comes back with servants wheeling in a little cart full of food. He hasn't eaten in a while so he is hungry, but only eats until he's full. After refusing a few times, the alpha forces his mouth open and forced the rest of the food into his mouth, leaving Jm with a bloated stomach that renders him too full to move. It's then that the alpha commands him to undress and get into "presenting" position. Jm panics. He's too full to even fucking move and he really doesn't want this alpha inside of him. He pleads, struggles even, but the alpha has had enough of the omega's resisting so he forces him into the position himself. Jm blocks out everything that happens next. All he knows is that he fought as hard as he could the whole way through.
This goes on for months with jm resisting and fighting back each time. It has resulted in him having a few black eyes, bruises littering his body. He hasn't gained any weight because he purges everything he eats when the alpha leaves him alone for the night. In fact, he's lost weight because of it. It results in more beatings. He doesn't want to give in, his will is strong and he keeps telling himself that he'll fight until the day he dies. That is until he finds out that he's carrying a pup. It was bound to happen, he had gone through a heat not too long ago and the alpha was in his "room" non stop. Things changed then as Jm's world came crumbling down. He couldn't continue to fight when there was a pup inside of him. He couldn't bear to have it hurt, despite it being his rapist's spawn. The next time the alpha comes in, Jm just looks up at him and opens his mouth. There's not much light in his eyes and the alpha notices. He asks what's going on and Jm reluctantly tells him. The prince has never seen the alpha's face light up the way it does at the news. Before he gets too ahead of himself though, he asks if Jm is going to be good from now on to which the prince quietly nods. The alpha is pleased with this and unshackles Jm from the wall, leading him out of the dungeons and down one of the many long hallways in the mansion. He's lead to a large bedroom, furnished with all sorts of things from bookshelves to a large tv hanging on the wall with a soft looking couch in front of it. There's a bathroom attached to the room as well. The only thing that Jm can really focus on is the bed.
He immediately starts to tear up, moving toward it. At first the alpha thinks he's going to try to run for it and he starts to reach for Jm's hair to yank him back but when he notices that he's moving toward the bed, he stops, watching as the omega carefully sits on it. It's been months since he's been inside of an actual room like this and all he wants to do is sleep. He asks the alpha if it's okay to which he responds a simple "after I'm finished with you." Of course it would be like that. Jm nods with a sigh and lets everything happen as normal, only this time, when the alpha is finished, he unshackles Jm, taking them in his hand and leaves, locking the door behind him. For the first time in months, Jm doesn't purge and he takes a shower before falling asleep.
Four months down the line, Jm is a different person. He's only been smacked a few times in the face since he's found out he's pregnant. After the last slap two weeks ago, he hasn't acted out since. He does his very best to keep "his alpha" happy, referring to him as master, owner..even my alpha . This has had him rewarded multiple times with things he asks for. Certain foods, games, anything to keep his mind busy when he's alone. He's thought about asking to call his family once, but decided against it as he knew he'd get punished for even suggesting it. Due to all of the stuffing the alpha made him do and since he was no longer purging, Jm had gained and it had definitely begun to show. He only ever wore robes anymore but he could feel how his ass bounced as he walked, could feel his thighs rub together more, there was even a bit of pudge on his stomach that wasn't caused by the pup. It.. It oddly felt.. good?
Jm exhaled and quickly shuffled into the bathroom to look at himself. His stomach wasn't very big yet but there was a rather noticeable bump and as he ran his hands over it, he bit his lip. The moment he turned around to look at his ass in the mirror though, he started to leak slick. It only got worse as he reached back to smack himself, watching his cheeks jiggle. He figured he had some time before the alpha came back so, he leaned back against the sink, groaning as he felt his ass spread against it slightly. He started to stroke himself, whimpering and keeping his noises to a minimum, lest anyone would hear. somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, but at the moment, he really could not care less. He came harder than he had ever came before after a few moments, panting heavily as he rested back against the sink. He began to wonder if he'd get more praise and rewards if he continues to gain and bare offspring for his alpha. He'd have to possibly ask the next time he came in. The prince cleaned himself and the mess he made up and went to sit on the bed to wait.
When his alpha came in, he found Jm sitting on his knees with his hands on his thighs. He raised a brow at the omega, moving over to stroke his cheek. He asks what's going on and Jm asks him about everything that's on his mind, promising he'll be a very good boy if the alpha agrees to this. His alpha is taken aback, honestly. He agrees almost immediately and explains that this is what he has bought Jm for. The omega nods and immediately crawls closer, opening his mouth for the food that his alpha had brought him. He was going to be the best boy possible from now on.
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In my mind I see Jm getting to be about 450-500lbs in this. Still very mobile despite his weight. He essentially gives this alpha quite a few offspring, enjoying it each time. He eventually "falls in love" with this alpha, falls in love with how he is a servant to him. Loves the way the alpha makes him do certain things like crawling on his hands and knees, begging for his food or his alpha's cock sometimes. There's no dumbification really in this either. Jm is just tired of being beaten and he falls in love with.. feeling how big he's gotten and enjoys all of the belly rubs and groping his alpha gives him. He's able to see his pups, though not much. I kind of had an idea of this alpha eventually agreeing to let Jm see his family once as well. Idk.
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rewatching old sailor moon and thought of like... disgruntled tuxedo mask!corpse but with unrequited love because iâm a glutton for angst
wc: ~2.2kÂ
warnings: death of a minor character, implicit knowledge of sailor moon lore, modern twist, unedited
please send in ideas you might have that i could write short blurbs for! this was honestly fun to write.Â
Itâs a scratch he canât itch. Itâs what has him waking up in cold sweats, confused and moderately annoyed that his hard-earned sleep has been so rudely interrupted. He hates the cape, he hates the itchy suit, he abhors the top hat â and the only things he doesnât really hate are his baton and endless supply of darkened roses.
The first time he transformed, he was half-asleep and struggling to understand why he was speeding down the highway and parking two blocks away from some random back alley. His pain was relatively dulled, which was surprising, and his body suddenly possessed a world of fighting skills that felt foreign yet familiar. All he could recognize was a slightly disheveled woman cursing and just trying her best against some odd form of demon spawn, and before he knew it, heâd thrown down a dark purple rose and engaged in combat. Once said woman found an opening, she took off her headband/tiara, performed a throw that would put professional frisbee players to shame, and the monster disintegrated into dust.
âJesus Christ,â he panted, body hunched over and hands on his knees. âWhat the fuck was that?â
âMore like who the fuck are you?â
âFuck if I know,â he muttered and dusted himself off. Â
âWhatâs with your get-up anyways?â She failed to hide her snickering. âYouâre 3 decades behind.â
âDo I look like I want to fight in a suit? Plus, youâre fighting in some rendition of a schoolgirl uniform.â Her black thigh-high boots were killer, but he wasnât about to give her the satisfaction.
âYou shouldâve seen what it was before, but I was able to make some changes. Good heads-up for you andââ
âSailor Moon, are you okay?!â
Oh. So sheâs got a talking cat, too. What in fresh hell was going on? Did he take something? But alsoââYour name is Sailor Moon?â
âWeâre working on the name change,â she grumbled, bending down to let said feline jump up her arm and settle on her shoulder. âAnyways, uhâŚthanks. I was kind of in a bind, but Iâm usually not I swear. Good timing, I guess?â
âIf thatâs what you wanna call it.â But she was already in the wind, hopping from roof to roof with no inhibitions, and left him completely dumbfounded.
His silly attire dissolved back into his previous clothing as he ambled back towards his car, thought not exactly at his own will. But he shrugged, slid into the car seat, and dialed the only person he could think of who would readily pick up at this ungodly hour ofâŚ2:37AM. That was just the start, and he canât tell if things went downhill from there.
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He should backtrack.
He met you almost two years ago at a hospital.
You had been waiting anxiously for your boyfriend to come out of surgery after being in a bad car accident, biting your nails, occasionally pacing back and forth, smoothing your hands worriedly against your jeans, and gnawing your bottom lip to death. It was midday, sometime after lunch, and heâd come in for some routine checkup he canât remember what for now, and sat a few seats away from you in the tiny hospital coffee shop. Heâs no therapist or expert, but he highly doubted that any caffeine would alleviate your anxiety. Yet you sat there with two to-go cups and a granola bar wrapper, and something told him to stick around for now.
Heâs never been one for a lot of small talk, but you looked to be about his age and no one else was with you. Tragedy tasted most bitter when alone, and some force of the universe told him to at least say something, anything. So he stuffed his hands into his hoodie and shuffled awkwardly to your table, tentatively asking a, âHey, uhâŚis everything okay?â
Youâd looked up at him with wild eyes on the verge of tears, heart battering against your chest, and the only intelligible thing that left your mouth was a âHuh?â
And heâd casted a gentle grin, eyes laced with a mixture of pity and concern, and asked again his first question. âMy boyfriendâs in surgery. He got in a bad accident. Thereâs umâŚroughly two hours left, I think.â
âAnd you thought coffee would make it better?â He jutted his chin towards your large cups.
âHot chocolate,â you chuckled. âIâm not keen on torturing myself like that, not now at least.â
âWell, Iâve got an appointment soon but I should be done before his surgeryâs overâŚwant me to come check up on you?â
Dumbfounded was the best way to describe your expression, and he was so close to retracting his offer before you gave him one of the most thankful smiles heâd seen in many years. âIâd really appreciate that.â
He nodded. âSounds good then. Give me a sec.â
At the counter, he paid for another cup of hot chocolate and added in a chocolate chip cookie for good measure before bringing it back to you. âI hear chocolate helps.â
âThank you, again. Go, donât want to make you late.â
But an hour and a half later in the waiting area outside surgery, the doctor came out with a solemn expression, and you all but collapsed into the plastic chairs, tears leaking like waterfalls from your eyes. Part of him wanted to bail and go because there wasnât much he could do, but it wouldnât be right to leave you to drive home now. He wanted to make sure that you were calmed down, all cried out, and breathing properly so you could at least operate a vehicle safely.
The same unknown force had him offering you his number in case you needed anyone to talk to, yet the conversation sat empty for weeks until curiosity and guilt ate at him. He tapped out a message, deleting it, then another one, more deleting, before he settled on a plain, âItâs the guy from the hospital. I know itâs been a while butâŚhow are you?â
Your reply was almost instantaneous, to which he worried if heâd accidentally woken you up at 4:13AM. First, itâs a casual, âhey, thanks for checking up on me! Iâm doing okay,â but he knew better. And the other shoe dropped in the form of a simple, âI miss him.â
Itâs a quiet, heartwarming friendship. You know nothing specific about him â heâs incredibly vague on any identifying information. Hell, youâd be willing to bet that the name at the hospital was a fake one. Nevertheless, heâs one of your closest friends. You know he mainly works online, has a lot of trouble sleeping, is chronically ill and has a number of medical conditions, his general disposition and feelings on things, but overall, just wonderfully easy to talk to.
Yet something just feels wrong about falling in love with him. Itâs a horrid combination of guilt and disbelief. Are you rebounding? Are you subconsciously searching for your dead ex-boyfriend? Are you so desperate for romantic connections that youâve twisted yourself into believing you love a man that youâve seen fewer times than the number of fingers you have?
You come to peace with it when his custom ringtone chimes softly on your nightstand in the middle of the night. Rain or shine, stars or none, thereâs nothing you wouldnât do for him. Nothing has ever woken you up so quickly, not even alarms on interview days. âHello?â
âSorry, did I wake you up?â
âKind of, but itâs fine. Whatâs up? Wait,â you interrupt yourself and listen carefully to your speaker. âAre youâŚdriving?â
ââŚyeah.â
âShould I ask from or to where?â
âIâŚhonestly donât know. Something felt off, felt like I had to get out of my place and just fucking do something. So uh, I drove somewhere and just started driving back home.â
You curl up under your sheets on your side and plug your earbuds into the phone. âWell, did it get rid of whatever you were feeling?â
âI think so? Honestly couldnât fucking tell you. Still really bizarre to me.â
âIâll take your word for it,â you murmur. âWell, feel free to call me whenever you feel like that again.â
âI donât wanna fuck up your sleep schedule though. Feel like itâll happen more often than Iâd like.â
âHow about this â if I donât pick up, itâll just be my nice way of saying âfuck off, too busy sleeping right nowâ?â
A soft, deep chuckle warms your chest and cheeks. âSounds good. So howâve you been?â
âWell, you knowâŚâ
Itâs the same night that you think you might have a chance at love again. You fall asleep with his voice weaving stories and tales in your ears and wake up to a message that says, âWow, didnât know I was so fucking boring that it made you snore so loud.â The hope that creeps through your veins is dangerous and thrums urgently whenever you get a call or message from him.
And as bright as a star, it all comes crashing down in a firey blaze.
You crash into a girl as mysterious and serenely beautiful as the moon with a talking black cat one afternoon. She exudes a gorgeous amount of confidence in her stance as she protects you from a creature that looks like itâs out of a horror video game, and you can only stare in awe. The cat from before yells instructions at you, throwing what looks like a pen with a red cap on it and you blindly follow them. Your subsequent red heels feel incredibly comfortable and you canât remember the last time you wore a skirt â but thereâs no time to ponder as you push the girl you were admiring out of harmâs way and somehow manage to direct fire at them from your fingertips.
The monster burns and screams in agony before getting hit with what looks like a glowing frisbee. Your savior wipes the dust off her outfit before extending a hand out to you, âWelcome to the club, Sailor Mars.â
Say what now?
âThereâs gotta be a better name than that,â is the first thing you say as you get pulled up. She throws her head back and lets out a charmingly obnoxious laugh. âWeâll work on changing it. I can tell weâre gonna be good friends.â
âHer name ended up being a rip-off of my name,â the cat quips and receives a scowl from the supposed plagiarizer. âIâm Luna, and this is Sailor Moon, or Lunaria she says.â
âYou gotta admit, thatâs cutting it a little close,â you agree and Lunaria flips the bird. âHow the fuck am I going to change Sailor Mars? Also, can I do anything about this outfit?â
âWe can go shopping tomorrow for sure. Luna and I can fill you on everything and â oh, before I forget, thereâs a guyââ
âSo it looks like you donât need my help?â
You freeze in your steps, startled by the familiar baritone approaching you two. He was involved in all this?
âI told you, I donât need your helpââ
âIs she new?â
âYeah, which means, we really donât need your help. Sheâs got actual fire power. Literal fire.â
âThatâs pretty fucking cool,â he accepts. âGood to meet you.â
You spot a set of veiny fingers that appears in your peripheral and you tentatively turn in his direction, hoping that your hair will obstruct your face as much as possible. âSame,â your throat manages to squeak out as his warm hand engulfs yours in a firm handshake.
âGet out of here, Corpse,â Lunaria chides and lets go of you to push a finger to his chest.
âIâm only here because you fucking needed saving. Now youâve got another person dragged in.â
âI told you, Iâm not some fucking damsel in distress,â she hisses. The mirth in his visible eye only causes the infuriation to grow and swirl more vigorously in her gut.
You watch the exchange from the sidelines as Corpseâs teasing only increases and provokes Lunaria further, disheartened that youâve never heard him laugh so much in one exchange before. Dread from deep within your veins begins to freeze around your heart, something so set and undeniable that causes your brain to realize that falling in love with him was a mistake. It was the kind of mistake that would strike you with pain for years and the intense foreshadowing has you spinning on your heel and bounding through an alleyway. Your outfit shifts back to what youâd been wearing before, the characteristic weight of your phone in your back pocket seeming heavier than ever.
You call him that night, holding in a deep breath when the dial tone breaks midway. A rustle, a breath, and then, âHey whatâs up?â
Oh god, you scream to yourself as your heart shatters at the bottom of your chest. His voice, again, cannot be misconstrued as anyone elseâs â the inflection, the tone, the volume, everything belonged to him.
And the universe told you then and there that he, undoubtedly, belonged to her.
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Tentaquicky
Pairing; Jeon Jeongguk(BTS) x open male tentacle monster character. Imagine whoever you want. Genre; Smut. Monster au I guess? Borderline Crack. Humour. Warnings; Tentacle smut. Multiple orgasms(two) Name calling by author(sorry jk) Overstimulation. Profanity, like lots though once again, mostly by author. Cum eating. Too much cum but like, monster so its valid. Throat fucking. Bottom JK. I think thatâs it? Let me know if I missed anything. Word Count; 2.7k Â
Jeongguk gets fucked in an alley by a tentacle monster and discovers he got some kinks.
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It started like any other time, lips on his and a hand wrapped around his hard cock. The lips were slick and wet and the hand warm and dry and it was fucking heavenly. Jeongguk had always liked it a little on the rougher side even if he had been too shy to tell anyone that. And it was only supposed to be a hookup, some random guy from the club jerking each other off in the back alley before returning to the club and going their separate ways, so Jeongguk really didnât see the point of even trying to gather the nerves to tell this guy.
It was supposed to be normal. Standard. Run of the mill. You know, nothing extraordinary.Â
But damn, something about this guy was making Jeongguk want something else, something more, something he couldnât even put his finger on(though he really wanted to put both his fingers and his tongue on something more, something bigger, thicker, fatter, longer, girthier, all those words Jeongguk craved in his mouth).
And this next moment shouldâve been the moment Jeongguk put a stop to it all to really consider what the actual fuck is happening because the strangerâs tongue seemed to grow and thicken and fucking lengthen and the next thing Jeongguk knew it was was prodding at the back of his throat cautiously.
He gagged, of course, he gagged, he hadnât expected it and wasnât prepared to have his throat fucked at all while making out but holy shit did it feel good.
Jeongguk relaxed his throat and the man hummed feeling the muscles loosen, allowing his newly rounded tongue to wiggle down, only barely, before pulling back and trying again.
And Jeongguk, our favourite little cockslut, whined and moaned and swallowed it down further, practically begging for it.
While Jeongguk was busy getting his throat absolutely destroyed and loving every second of it, the man removed his hand from the leaking cock to push down the tight leather trousers further until they were bunched around Jeonggukâs ankles.
And Jeongguk, Jeongguk thought it couldnât get better but then there was a hand on each asscheek to pull them apart and something slick and rounded was prodding at his exposed hole and he was so glad that Hoseok had dragged him to the club that night.Â
For a moment, Jeongguk didnât exactly register that there was no physically possible way that it was a cock pressing insistently against his rim; his back was to the wall and the stranger was in front of him, so unless this guy had some kind of elastidick, it just wasnât possible.
The moment passed and Jeonggukâs right hand flew from his partnerâs shoulder in an attempt to reach around and touch whatever it was but something wrapped around his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his side, followed by his left hand too for good measure.
Jeongguk finally opened his watering eyes to look at the man who was already staring at him with dark eyes, full of lust and a hunger Jeongguk had never had directed at him before. A shiver ran down his spine.
Slowly, Jeongguk lowered his gaze, doing his best to look to the side to find out what had his arms pinned, all he knew was that it(they?) felt firm yet squishy and soft in a contradiction that he couldnât wrap his poor horny brain around.
But due to being pressed against the stranger with his tongue(?) still pressing in and out of his throat at a leisurely pace, he couldnât see jack shit.Â
A desperate, pleading whine vibrated his throat and the man groaned at the feel of it but respectfully returned his monster tongue to his own mouth and took a step back.Â
âWh-wha..?â Now Jeongguk wasnât the most eloquent at the best of times so his inability to string together a coherent single word let alone a sentence in the situation could be easily forgiven.
While his chest heaved in an attempt to return his breathing back to normal, Jeonggukâs eyes once again roamed aside but this time he found what exactly his bindings were made of.
Or at least he thought he wouldâve but the things wrapped around his wrists looked like fucking tentacles and well, that couldnât be right. Right? Like, tentacles...like monster tentacles...fuck.
Really, he shouldâve noticed from the tongue that grew in his fucking mouth that something wasnât quite human about this fella but Jeongguk is nothing but a hentai loving, tentacle dick riding slut, so honestly he wasnât opposed to the progression at all.
The man just watched, hoping that this wasnât going to be another human who he would have to knock out and drag away to have their mind wiped or at least memories altered in a way that would only make them sound batshit crazy if they ran off screaming to the authorities.
He really had felt that special kind of tingle he got around humans that were at least open to monster fucking, but he had been wrong before- sometimes he couldnât tell the difference between really needing a piss and the special tingle and it had led to some less than ideal situations.
Finally, Jeonggukâs gaze travelled along the length of the smooth, deep pink-tinted purple tentacle to where it was slimmest, exactly where the manâs dick shouldâve been. But instead, three tentacles sprouted, each barely thicker than a single thumb at the base to allow them to spawn from the same limited area.
âFuck,â Jeongguk exhaled, breathless even with lungs full of air.Â
âThree dicks.âÂ
âNot exactly.â The man chuckled, relaxing upon noticing that his pretty little human wasnât at all disgusted or scared, if anything, he looked more into their hook up than before they stopped dancing to find somewhere relatively private to get each other off.
Before Jeonggukâs very eyes, another tentacle sprouted, growing and reaching out, getting thicker as it stretched until it was wrapped around Jeonggukâs neglected cock.Â
The human whimpered pitifully and jerked his hips forward only for the warm appendage to tighten almost painfully around the base of his erection, preventing him from moving or gaining any pleasure from his efforts. At least that was the plan but Jeongguk discovered he liked it, if anything.
âOh, I guess I got real lucky with you, huh, little one?â The monster cooed teasingly.
âLube?â Jeongguk asked, unwilling to beat around the bush when he could be getting railed by a real tentacle, maybe two if he played his cards right.
âMy secretions work better than any human lubricant.âÂ
âOh fuck, tentacle lube,â Jeongguk tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes closed in an attempt to not prematurely blow his load because man, this was all of his wettest dreams rolled into one.Â
âFuck me, come on, put it in me already, I stretched before coming out, almost my whole fucking fist I can take-â The pressure on his rim cut him off and made his eyes blow wide when the tentacle that hadnât moved from between his barely spread thighs breached his hole.Â
It seemed to expand inside him, instantly pushing against his prostate and making him gasp and twitch.Â
He was full in a way he had never been before and just knew he would never be able to replicate no matter how many toys or human dicks he shoved in his ass.
âGood boy,âÂ
âFuck yeah I am.âÂ
The man only chuckled in response and said nothing more.
Not that he could really when he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to reveal another tentacle in his place.Â
Jeonggukâs mouth was wide open and his eyes begging in a split second.Â
They both groaned deeply as the tonguetacle returned to its rightful place fucking Jeonggukâs mouth and throat, though now it wasnât gentle or slow, it was almost vicious, the speed and depth at which it worked.
A mixture of spit and thick secretion pooled in Jeonggukâs eager mouth until it spilt over, drooling down his chin, sliding over his jaw and dripping onto his chest, revealed by having about five too many buttons open; standard for club going Jeongguk since he turned 23 and the world thanked him for it.
The tentacle on his dick finally loosened its hold and leaked a little, just enough to ease the slide as it curled around in a slow, teasing manner that was entirely contradictory to the battering his throat was getting and the thick, unwavering pulsating in his asshole that he just knew was going to leave him gaping. He couldnât fucking wait to bend over in front of a mirror later to get a good look at it, he hoped that monster cum would leak out. But beggars canât be choosers- though Jeongguk would happily beg for it if it came down to it.
Getting destroyed at three different sensitive parts of his body in different ways had Jeongguk fucking hurtling towards his orgasm at a speed and intensity which he had only read of in poorly written fanfiction by authors that have no idea what theyâre doing where smut writing is involved. Incredible.
It barely took another minute before he found himself writhing and shuddering as his orgasm exploded from his dick like a twitchy weird little fleshy volcano that spews cum. And it was wonderful.
The tongue receded from his mouth so that he didnât choke in a way that would not be sexy at all.
 But the one in his ass, it continued its work, pounding and throbbing, sending Jeongguk into oversensitivity but all he could do was whimper and whine and fucking take it like the good boy he is.Â
It felt as if it continued for hours, the relentless stimulation on his prostate, the slick touches to his still hard though tired yet enthusiastically twitching cock.
Then all at once, all four tentacles started to swell and that sent Jeongguk into another orgasm, much less intense but equally as mind numbing as the last.
He was barely coherent enough to notice the sudden slick exploding all over his body, over his forearms, over his crotch and dick to merge with his own cum, in his ass at such a quantity that it was already trying to escape past the tentacle.Â
âFuck, such a good little doll for me,â The stranger panted, showing the first and only sign of the whole ordeal that he was at all affected by everything that had happened.
He was breathing heavily and slumped forward a little, something thick and shimmering spilling from his mouth. Jeongguk wanted to taste it, of fucking course he wanted to taste it. Itâs Jeon Jeongguk.
The man seemed to understand the whimper that pierced the gap between them and stepped forward to slide their lips together.
Jeongguk didnât know what exactly the stuff was, if it was some of that tentacle lube or monster cum that spilled from the tentacle in the manâs mouth, but whatever it was, it was fucking delicious and Jeongguk never wanted to stop sucking at the tongue that had returned.Â
Wasting a drop of the thick liquid was utter blasphemy to the monster fucker.
The man didnât seem to mind at all, just stuck his tongue out and allowed the human to inhale every single drop from it, followed by his lips until there was nothing left.
Jeongguk whined pitifully.
âThereâs plenty left, donât worry,â The man informed, motioning downwards between their bodies.Â
So Jeongguk lowered his head and found more of the shimmering slick covering his soft cock and the tentacle supporting it.Â
âWant it, little one?âÂ
âYeah,â Jeongguk nodded.Â
A shudder travelled through his body as the tentacle wrapped around his dick to drag the mix of fluids off of it before lifting to enter his parted mouth.Â
The human eagerly swallowed down every glob with little moans and happy hums.Â
After that, each of his arms were lifted to his mouth to be licked clean and let go, leaving sticky marks and bruises circling his wrists that Jeongguk hoped wouldnât heal for at least a week. Â
âOne more.â Jeongguk commented, throat sore from the fucking it received but he kind of liked it. He really was learning a lot about his kinks in such a short time.
They both looked down to the only tentacle left protruding from the manâs crotch, the others had retreated into his body leaving one single, thick one left, the one that was still snug in his ass.Â
âIâll pull out now, okay?âÂ
âBut the cum,â He whined, shaking his head in argument. âWant it in my ass or mouth. Donât wanna waste it.âÂ
âWhatever you want, doll.â The man lowered to a crouch and pulled Jeonggukâs trousers from his ankles, finally giving his legs freedom. But instead of letting the human move, the monster hoisted Jeongguk up into the air, pressing his back harder against the wall and holding him up with two new tentacles that appeared.Â
âFuck, theyâre strong?â Jeongguk breathed out in awe, head tipping back against the brick as his fingers knotted in the manâs hair instinctively.Â
He mentally added strength to his rapidly growing kink list.
âShouldâve fucked me against the wall like this.âÂ
His breath hitched and his fingers tightened when he felt a tongue lapping around his rim to clean up the tiny amount of shining cum that had escaped.
Little by little, the pressure in his ass decreased as the tentacle slowly slimmed down to allow the man to catch the dripping slick in his mouth without wasting a drop.Â
When his mouth was full, the tentacle plugged Jeonggukâs hole back up and the man got to his feet.
Jeonggukâs back dragged down the brick until he was lower than the man. At the rise of an eyebrow, the human opened his mouth and tipped his head back.Â
The monster leaned over him and opened his mouth slowly, feeding his cum to the desperate male.
Jeongguk wanted until the man backed up before closing his mouth, lifting his head and swallowing it down greedily.
âMore?â Jeongguk requested, eyes wide with a hint of darkness revealing lust hiding behind the glaze of two orgasms and being fucked dumb.
âThere will be none left to take home with you if you eat much more,âÂ
Yet he still returned to his previous place between Jeonggukâs propped open thighs to suck out a final mouthful to spit into the humansâ mouth.
As Jeongguk swallowed it down, he was gently lowered to the floor and the tentacle in his ass slipped out slowly. He was allowed to at least suck it clean before it retreated and the monsterâs crotch looked like any other human crotch with a soft dick where it should be.Â
The two got themselves into a presentable state; dicks tucked away and clothes straightened. And well, Jeonggukâs makeup was smudged and he had glittering stains all over his shirt but he couldnât do a thing about either of those so he just shrugged and didnât even bother trying to clean up more.
It was clear he had been fucked and he wasnât even going to try and hide it. Best fuck of his life.
âCan you walk?â The stranger asked, eyeing Jeongguk carefully, as if he was ready to jump forward and catch the human if he fell. How sweet.Â
âWill you carry me if I say no?â Jeongguk suggested, partly cheeky, partly suggestive which only made the man laugh amusedly.
âCome on, your friends must be worried.â He offered his hand.
Jeongguk took it and pushed himself away from the wall. His legs felt like fucking jelly and his ass wet.Â
Forget what he said earlier about the making out and handjob feeling like heaven, this was heaven for the human, utter bliss.Â
He stopped in his steps and gave the stranger a cute pleading look.Â
âYou seriously want me to carry you?âÂ
âIf it means youâll take me home and fuck me full again, yes because Iâm already leaking.âÂ
âDo you often fuck strangers in dirty alleys and then take them home?âÂ
âNo but Iâll make a habit out of it if they all have tentacles.âÂ
âI definitely picked the right human.â He pulled the human closer only to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder in a firemanâs carry.Â
âLuckily for both of us, I only live around the corner.âÂ
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A/N- Part of me wants to apologise for this shit show but mostly I donât because it amused me. Apparently Iâm not good at writing serious smut anymore though, who knew ~Chee
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RED, SUS! - BUCKY BARNES
(A/N): I mean, come on, I had to write one where the team is playing Among us.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Summary: Tony calls everyone to play the current video game trend - Among us.
Warning: language, a bit fluff at the end
Words: 2800+
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RED, SUS! - BUCKY BARNESÂ
The gaming world was absorbed by the new game. Everyone was streaming it, playing with friends. It was the perfect game to play during a pandemic. Unfortunately, the illness got into the Avengers compound too. Some of the agents and workers were in isolation due to the virus. Also, even though some people could be considered as Gods, this nuisance got them too. Clint remained isolated in his room, Natasha and Wanda were sick too. Their symptoms were mild, fortunately.Â
Tonyâs orders were strict: social distancing for at least 14 days; checking via FRIDAY if anyone was in the kitchen; no gatherings or work meetings; those not affected had to be prepared for urgent or unexpected missions; masks were necessary for the hallways and common rooms and many more.
Every day, between two and five in the afternoon, they had to remain in their rooms due to obligatory disinfection that was happening in common rooms, hallways and other rooms.Â
They were in the middle of their two-week personal lockdown when Tony sent everyone a message to log onto their laptops. Y/N was reading a book, slowly falling asleep when it happened. She checked her phone:Â Conference call, urgent, now.Â
Y/N knew Tony pretty well. These types of messages never meant discussing work or missions. It was something for his amusement - mostly. Unwillingly and without a choice, she turned on her laptop and joined the conference call.Â
Natasha: Hey, YN, you joined!
Y/N waved with a hand and then scratched her neck. She looked like a mess - baggy jumper, hair in a bun and her face looked sad and tired. In conclusion, she didnât care less. The team saw her in her worst already - drunk and almost dead.Â
Sam: What happened to you, Y/N? You look terrible.Â
Y/N: Shut it, Wilson. I am well. This is my pandemic outfit.Â
Bucky chuckled. She knew it was him because she could recognize his voice and other sounds anywhere.Â
Steve: Tony, what is the meaning behind all of this?Â
Tony: Iâm glad you asked. Now that you are all here, and as you can see, I wanted you to join me in an adventure like never before.Â
Y/N: Tony, I will not drink with you while being on a conference call.Â
Tony: Y/N, I am not a madman. I donât believe in virtual drinking. No, this one does not involve alcohol. All you need is your brain and the ability to lie.Â
Natasha: Sounds interesting, continue.Â
Tony: There is this new video game called Among Us which is an online multiplayer game. This game is pretty simple, there are crewmates or impostors. Crewmates have to do tasks to win and Impostors have to sabotage, fake tasks and kill to win. The goal of the game is to identify impostors and vote them out - yes, there will be meetings where we have to vote out someone or skip. The meetings also happen when someone reports a body.Â
Both Wanda and Y/N made a sound that reminded of howling. They were interested.Â
Bucky: Come on, you really called us to play some stupid video game.Â
Wanda: Hey! Shush! I want to play. I am so bored in my room. I need some distraction.Â
Y/N: Yes, exactly. This sounds so good. Letâs play, everyone, please.
Steve: Honestly, I am bored so I will join. However, I need instructions.Â
Tony: Not a problem, buddy. I have already installed the game and sent you everything necessary. Just to explain one last detail. We will be on a conference call while playing. But, once the round starts, everyone has to mute their mics. When a meeting is called, you have to unmute and we discuss who to vote out and why. Once you are dead, you have to stay muted until the end of the game. At the beginning of every round, you will see whether you are an imposter or a crewmate. Donât forget, impostors have to lie.Â
Y/N: Give us ten minutes to check the materials and to start the game, alright? We have some people that are not too good with this type of technology.Â
Y/N mocked Steve and Bucky especially. They were friends and she occasionally had to tease them. And when Sam was getting on her nerves, she would treat him the same way, if not even worse.Â
Clint: Oh, that is easy.Â
Natasha: Finally, something that will keep me occupied for more than ten seconds.Â
Bruce: Do I have to play?Â
Tony: Yes. Ten people are needed for two impostors and for it to be fun. You are playing, Banner.
Y/N: Does everyone understand?Â
The team simultaneously agreed, each person with a different tone. Y/N turned on the game, as well as the rest of the team did, putting on the code Tony had sent them. She spawned in a lobby, as a little lime figure.Â
Tony: You can also customise colours and accessories by coming to the laptop and using it.Â
Y/N quickly did as Tony informed them. She changed the colour to purple and put a golden crown on. It was adorable and it did represent her a little. When she was finished, the rest of the team was in the lobby. They also customised their figures to represent them.Â
Y/N: Oh my god, this is already so much fun.
Tony: Just to clarify - the crewmateâs vision is lower than the imposters have. The kill cooldown is 30 seconds. Voting time is 120 seconds, etc. You can see it on your left. I am starting the game and donât forget to mute your mics.Â
Y/N muted her mic as the game started. She was a crewmate. They all were standing around a table. She started to move to the right. That was when she noticed a map on the screen. When she opened it, a blue map appeared with yellow exclamation marks. When she ran to the first room, she noticed a chair was illuminated with yellow colour.Â
"Alright, asteroids," she mumbled and did the task.Â
Other players passed her, or stayed near her, even Buckyâs character did. His figure was white. When she moved, he moved with her. âThatâs sus,â she commented and moved down the map to find another task. Bucky was still with her until the lights went off.Â
âFuck,â she whisper-shouted when the light around her was just a tiny circle. Several figures were around her and a report button appeared. She quickly clicked it.Â
A board with all the names showed. Wanda and Sam were dead. She quickly unmuted her mic to talk to the rest of the players. âWhat the fuck was that?â
Tony: Where is the body?
Y/N: Down in the O2 I believe. The lights went off and suddenly, so many people were around me. Just a report button appeared.Â
Steve: Who was there except you?Â
Y/N: I saw Bucky, who was following me - by the way, sus, Barnes. You did your asteroids way too quickly.Â
Bucky: I didnât have that task, I just wanted to stay with you.Â
Tony: Sus!
Natasha: Steve and I were in the admin. That fucking card swipe. I failed it like ten times!Â
Y/N: Anyway, I think I saw Sam, Bruce and Clint with us. Now, Sam is dead.Â
Clint: What if itâs you?
Y/N: How dare you, Barton?Â
The time was slowly coming to its end and it was time to vote. Y/N had no idea who did the kill. She quickly voted skip.Â
Bruce: We can skip because there are still eight of us.Â
Tony: Banner, sus.Â
Everyone skipped except Tony, who voted Clint. No one was ejected and the game could continue. They reappeared in the cafeteria around the table. This time, Y/N went down, because her map showed her she had some task there. Again, Bucky followed her. He stayed at the very beginning of the room while she went in and did the card swipe task. She was lucky to finish it on her second try. Once she was finished, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.Â
She moved to the wires task. She heard the door to the cafeteria close. When she cleared the task, Bucky was again with her. Maybe he was just protecting her. She had no idea.Â
The reactor was called. It was time to fix it. Bucky and Y/N moved through storage, under the electrical where they were met with Natasha, Tony and Bruce. They all moved to the reactor where Vision was. Everyone stacked on the upper reactor while Y/N was down alone. The reactor was saved and a body was reported. Natasha and Steve were killed.Â
Bucky: What the hell happened? Natasha is dead and there are like four of us.Â
Y/N: Was that a double kill?Â
Tony: No, it was only Nat. Captain was killed somewhere else, obviously.Â
Bruce: Most of us were together except Y/N, Bucky and Clint.Â
Bucky: Y/N and I were in admin, doing our tasks.Â
Tony: What about you, Vision?Â
Vision: I am afraid I was alone most of the time. I did see people on cameras where I spent most of the time this round.Â
Y/N: Clint, what about you?Â
Clint: I was in⌠I donât know the name but I came from the upper side of the map.Â
Tony: I saw Steve going the way where medbay is.Â
Y/N: Barton, you killed Steve!
Clint: No, I didnât.Â
Tony: Barton, get out of here.Â
The voting was quickly coming to its end and almost everyone voted. Clint was the last one. He refused. When the time was up, the gang voted for Clint and he was ejected.Â
Bucky: Thatâs what you get.
Y/N: Thatâs sus.
The game continued and Y/N was almost done with her tasks. Bucky was most of the time with her, again. When the lights went out again, she had decided not to go into the electrical. She didnât want to die. It had been a long time since something happened. No bodies were reported, the taskbar was almost full. Alone, she quickly ran to the cafeteria and pressed the report button. When the board appeared, Only Bruce, Bucky and her were alive.Â
Y/N: What?!
Bruce: Bucky, how could you?Â
Bucky: Honestly, Bruce, I saw you kill Tony. Donât blame me for this.Â
Y/N: Oh no.
Bruce: Y/N, please donât believe him, please. I am not the impostor. I was about to report the body when you hit the emergency button.Â
Bucky: Wow, you are such a good liar.Â
Y/N: No, donât do this to me.Â
Both of the men voted for each other, leaving her to decide the fate of the game. Who should she vote out? Bucky was with her most of the time and she did not see Bruce a lot. It made sense it was Banner. However, Bucky could be very good at this, using tactics like being in a field.Â
Bruce: Y/N, you have to vote - vote for him. I am a crewmate. I saw him kill Tony in the lower reactor.Â
Y/N: I mean, to be honest, Bucky was with me almost the whole game. I donât think he would be able to do this.Â
Bruce: No, Y/N, donât do this. He needed you as an alibi.Â
Bucky: How the hell would I do that? I was by her side the whole time and did my tasks.Â
Y/N quickly voted for who she believed was the killer. When the results had shown, she voted for Bruce. For her, it made a lot of sense. How else would Bucky be able to do it? The rest of the team unmuted, screaming her name, laughing and making scenes. After a few seconds, the revelation came - they lost. Bucky was, in fact, the second impostor.Â
Y/N: I mean, fuck both of you. What the actual fuck. You fucking tricked me!
Tony: Kids calls it marinating.Â
Bucky: I am sorry, doll. You were the perfect person to stick with.Â
Y/N: Again, fuck you.Â
Bucky: You wish.
Sam: Wow, can you feel the sexual tension?Â
Natasha: Sam, why do you make such stupid comments. You are such an intelligent man.Â
Y/N changed her colour to Red, taking Wandaâs colour. She didnât mind because she changed it into yellow. The next few games were funny. Two rounds Tony was an impostor. First with Steve than with Bruce. Two hours later, it was Y/Nâs turn and she was paired with Bucky.Â
âHoly shit,â she mumbled and sighed. This was her moment and she wanted to win, fast. She created a strategy. Before she could play by it, her phone rang. Buckyâs name appeared on her screen. âYes?âÂ
âWell, what a dream team,â he chuckled. âWhat is the plan?âÂ
âFirst two kills, at random. After the first report, we will make a graveyard,â she said. âHonestly, that is going to be quick and funny.âÂ
âSounds good. Where are you now?â he asked.Â
She looked at the game and then at a map. âI am in admin, pretending to fail card swipe. I will turn off the lights once someone enters and then vent.âÂ
âI see Sam!â
âKill him,â she encouraged him and turned off the lights. Vision came into the admin alone.Â
They both took their opportunity and killed both people. Y/N vented into the cafeteria and went to weapons and Bucky quickly went into the comms, pretending to do a task. A few moments later, Samâs body was reported.Â
Natasha: Where is the body?
Wanda: Between O2 and shields. I think that is shields.Â
Steve: Any suspicions?Â
Y/N: I was passing by the cafeteria from medbay. When the lights were off, no one was around me.Â
Tony: Bruce and I were in the reactor, doing the Simon says a thing. And I will fucking kill you for the report because now I have to do it again.Â
Clint: Barnes, where were you?Â
Bucky: On my way to storage. Did my quick task in coms.Â
Bruce: So, no one is suspicious?Â
Natasha: Honestly, we can skip. There are still eight of us.Â
They all agreed and skipped voting. No one was ejected. When Y/N muted her mic, she went back to the call she had with Bucky. They both were laughing about the situation. âItâs a graveyard time.âÂ
âWhere should we do it?â Bucky asked.Â
âReactor. After the first two kills, we will call the O2. During it, someone will come, searching for a body.âÂ
They both ran together into the reactor. Wanda was following them. She was about to become their first victim. After they arrived at the reactor, Bruce was also there, working on his Simon says. Their kill cooldown was almost at the end.Â
âCome on, Buck, now!âÂ
Simultaneously, they killed Bruce and Wanda. Y/N waited almost ten seconds and called the O2 as she mentioned. Bucky quickly closed the doors around them, to slow them down. Their kill cooldown took thirty seconds and they needed time.Â
The O2 was called off. They noticed the door around them opening and Tony was the first one approaching them. He reached the reactor and Bucky killed him. âOne more and we win.â
âWe have to hope someone else will come, otherwise they will call the button,â she explained.Â
They were lucky. Steve and Natasha were on their way. Y/N quickly approached them and killed Steve. With that kill, the game was over and the impostors, Y/N and Bucky, won.Â
Clint: What the fuck?
Natasha: How did you do that?Â
Tony: They did a graveyard!Â
Sam: Fuck you, Barnes, for killing me.
Bucky: It was my pleasure.Â
Y/N: Oh my god, this was hilarious. Oh, my favourite round of all we played today.Â
Bucky: Same.Â
Tony: Want another game?Â
Y/N: No, I want to take a break and make something to eat. We have been playing for hours. Letâs play tomorrow.Â
Natasha: You are right. I need to take a nap after this.Â
Steve: Itâs almost seven.Â
Natasha: My nap will take until tomorrow morning.Â
Y/Nâs phone beeped. She looked at the screen again. There was a text from the other impostor. Can I come over and watch a movie with you? It made her smile.Â
Only if it involves the good popcorn you make and some kisses - she replied. They had been dating for over a month and things were going great. The team had their suspicions but they had decided not to meddle in their private life. Steve was happy and Tony was overly protective of Y/N but didnât say a word.Â
Y/N: I have to go. I am going to watch a movie.Â
Clint: Oh yeah? Can I join?Â
Y/N: No, I would like to enjoy it alone.Â
Nat: Huh, thatâs sus.Â
Y/N: What is sus about it?Â
Nat: Watching a movie, alone. Why would you want to watch it alone?Â
Y/N: Because no one is making stupid comments during the movie I want to watch.Â
Tony: Red, sus.Â
Y/N: Alright, bye-bye friends.Â
She ended the call and put her laptop on the night table. Rolling her eyes, she made her bed and went to the bathroom. Bucky would come any minute and she wanted to set the place.Â
Who would have known this game would bring the whole team together?Â
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Star-Crossed
â  A phrase describing a pair of lovers whose relationship is often thwarted by outside forces. The term encompasses other meanings, but originally means the pairing is being âthwarted by a malign starâ or that the stars are working against the relationship. â
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: supernatural, romance, fluff, angst, comedy, slow-burn
word count: 12.9k (once again, back in that 12k territory i didnât mean for this)
related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of Fifth Act: Diligence
A/N: WOW, SO I DIDNâT MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. THIS WAS HARD BUT I DID IT. WOW. I shouldâve known it would take long T^T but here it is finally!! Thank you all so much for your support once again!! <3 I hope this chapter wonât disappoint! T^T
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Your mind goes completely blank for what felt like a good ten minutes, reacting purely out of the baser, instinctive need to survive â body thrashing wildly like an antelope fighting to get out of a lionâs hold, kicking and screaming. Itâs not until you sink your teeth into the soft flesh of your attackerâs hand are you finally released along with a pained shout of surprise.
âBloody HELL poppet that fucking HURT!â
The force in which you were flung sends you toppling over onto the pavement, unceremoniously landing on your side. Your own groans of pain join in with the male nursing his injured palm and getting over your heart attack, youâre finally able to process who it is; raven hair that falls in long waves, tall, muscular figure and decked out from head to toe in black, complete with combat boots. You sit up if only to yell indignantly, âWell maybe you shouldnât go around jumping people out of nowhere like that you weirdo!â
Jungkook straightens himself up from being bent over, giving his hand one last massage before he shoots you with a pointed look, âWell Iâm not the one who was running around in the open like a headless chicken while an entity from Hell was out trying to kill you.â
His retort makes your mind screech to a halt, ââŚWhat?â
At your wide, clueless doe-eyed look, Jungkookâs mouth snaps shut just as he was about berate you some more. Turning his head away, he takes a deep breath in before exhaling through his nose, mussing his dark locks a bit with a furrowed brow as if heâs deep in thought. Then he turns back to you, offering a hand and gestures for you to take it.
âC'mon get up, letâs go somewhere else to talk.â
Your eyes dart from his proffered hand to his obsidian eyes, face set into a neutral expression but you already understand that this is of serious matters. Not like youâre going to refuse him anyways, Jungkook appearing like this was the saving grace you wanted â the key to potentially all of your answers.
So you reach up, enough to clasp your own hand into his larger ones and as soon as he gets a good grip, youâre being tugged by more than the immense strength of a demon; your stomach unintentionally does a flip at the sensation, a familiar whirlwind of colours and images passing by too quickly to be discerned before they abruptly stop altogether and youâre on wobbly knees again from the aftermath.
âJungkook I swearâŚ.â You seethed in disdain, even though youâre holding onto his hand like itâs your lifeline. And again, you hear his snickering that he always seems to fail at hiding. At least this time around, it doesnât last as long.
âYou canât deny me my simple joys in life. Besides, whatâs a little apparating in comparison to nearly dying at the hands of another dark creature, am I right?â He jabs, pulling you until youâre standing upright by yourself and then walking off. Itâs only then that you notice youâre back on the garden rooftop again, the stretch of the city skyline before you as youâre surrounded by the shrubberies and wispy grass. This time however, the gardenâs greens have significantly yellowed in most places and what little floral that was here had begun to wilt, their  blooming cycle coming to an end. You wonder briefly if the rain fall just now would be enough to help revitalize the place. The dark rain clouds from before have since dissolved and migrated further south, away from the city to shower onto some other area, yet the sun still struggles to peek through the denseness they leave behind, the skies remaining a gloomy overcast.
âAbout that,â You start, following after Jungkookâs long strides down the gravel path. âwhat do you mean by âanother dark creatureâ? As far as I know, I only know two demons and I swear I havenât done anything to offend any other spawn of satan.â
Jungkook shoots a disbelieving look over his shoulder, actually stops in his tracks so that you can get the full impact of it; arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, head cocked and lips pressed into a hard line. He screams, âoh really?â without having to say it.
âYou know poppet, sometimes I think youâre either really ballsy, or just plain stupid. But I do suppose thatâs what makes you entertaining to watch.â Scoffing, he mutters as if to himself with a shake of his head, âMaybe you two really are meant for each other.â
You donât get a chance to ask what he meant by that, cutting you off the same time he continues walking again, forcing you to tail after him. âAnyways, itâs just what it sounds like; you went and gotten yourself a new 'friendâ when you decided it was a smart idea to try your hands at summoning a demon for the first time.â
Your steps falter, suddenly feeling lightheaded at the shock overtaking you, âW-Wait â thatâŚI thought it didnât workâŚI meanâŚI didnât see anything when I was done?â
âOr so you thought. You might not have gotten the demon you wanted but it did the job getting some other lesser creature of darkness for you.â
A chill runs down your spine unintentionally at the thought, memories flitting back to those near misses, now with some twisted, shadowy monster being the cause, lurking around each corner you had turned, stalking and waiting for that perfect moment to kill you off. You had stepped so close to deathâs grasp, all because you had so blindly messed with something you had absolutely no understanding of. If it werenât for Jimin showing upâŚ. You shake away the thought, not wanting to even think about it butâŚ.
âSo then how didâŚ.Jimin and you find me? Is that why youâre here?â
He turns his head, a lopsided smile pulling at his mouth. âYeah, when youâre a 'spawn of satanâ itâs kind of hard to miss that ominous amount of dark energy that came with the summoning. Iâm surprised that you didnât attract more than just three in a ten kilometre radius so when you think about it, you got what you wanted â congrats.â
In hindsight, Jungkook is right; though it was unconventional, you did indeed manage to somehow get Jimin to show himself finally after days of being missing. But, successful as it is, by no means had it been the way you wanted and thus, the praise came out too back-handed for it to feel anything remotely celebratory.
âAnd thatâs the curious thing,â Abruptly, Jungkook stops walking and it nearly has you crashing into him. Luckily, you catch yourself in time, at the expense of stepping on your toes and nearly falling back on your ass again.
âYour little handy work mightâve been amateurish at most, but⌠evidently thatâs quite some potent things you used there.â He pauses for a second, and then heâs facing you, staring down from his full height that makes you feel infinitely much smaller than you should as he almost accusingly says with narrowed eyes, âIncluding that thing in your pocket.â
Youâre left blinking, pupils shifting left and right like youâre a criminal caught in the act for a good minute before you give yourself a pat down, instinctively going to your pants pocket, feeling nothing but then realizing your tote bag is still clinging onto your shoulder, barely holding on by one strap. Youâre actually in disbelief that it made it this far. Grabbing a hold of it, you dig through until you pull out the one possession that the demon could possibly be talking about.
The little black velvet pouch remains unassuming as the day you had received it, so you had thought nothing when you opened it again, expecting to see the same stone crystal inside. To your utter shock however, the stone falls out in broken pieces, chunks split in half as if you had taken a hammer and smashed it. Along with that, the once whole stone had visibly lost its lustre, the natural glow dulled into something much more clouded and opaque. You donât know what had caused this, racking your brain for an explanation; perhaps this was the only damage resulted from the whole accident fiasco you went through, but considering the forces at work here, you wonât necessarily rule out any other more supernatural possibilities.
âWhere did you get that?â
Your confirmation is given by Jungkookâs question, his eyes trained on the remnants of the crystal and tone tinged too much on being apprehensive and wary that you canât simply brush it off as overthinking this time.
Carefully, you reply, ââŚ.From the shop that I got all the other things from. Why?â
He goes eerily quiet, dark brows furrowing into a troubled look that mars his youthful face, and he chews his lips in deep thought. Just when you think he would say something, he schools his face once again, turning away.
âNothing.â
Your face contorts into a bewildered expression because that sure doesnât sound like nothing. But youâre not here for that. Huffing through your nose, you stuff the broken stone back into your bag, hand shooting out to grab Jungkookâs wrist to stop him from walking off.
âLook, I know you know something is wrong with Jimin and I wouldnât have done what I did if he just told me whatâs going on. Heâs been gone forâŚ.I donât know how many days now, wouldnât even answer any of my texts or calls, but then still manage to show up when Iâm in serious danger yet the first thing he does when he sees me is run?â You let go when you see Jungkookâs attention is back on you except the way heâs hiding any sort of emotion right now is just reigniting the same frustration and anxiety youâve had bottled up for so long, too long.
Jaw clenching, your gaze hardens as you take in a fortifying breath if only as a last ditch effort to not explode right then and there.
âI need you to tell me everything. No more secrets.â
The words still come out with barely restrained anger.
Jungkook remains unfazed, eyes unwavering as he studies you. He sees the fiery temper waiting to be unleashed through the burning of your irises on him, the strain in which you clench your hands into fists until the whites appear in your knuckles, a tremor that rumbles through you like a volcano just before it erupts â no doubt anyone who valued their well-being would know best to avoid being on the receiving end of your wrath now that it has reached such a peak (he almost feels sorry for Jimin, almost). But amongst the flames, he sees the fan that stokes it; desperation, fear, andâŚ.
His lips twitch, bemused.
Jungkook finds you very commendable, maybe even to a fault and perhaps itâs why with one last sigh, he relents.
âAll right, relax â donât bite the hand thatâs going to feed you.â
Your heart picks up in pace, anticipation pulsing through you in tandem as you brace yourself. Silently, Jungkook gestures with his chin for you to follow him over to the open space and towards the bench under the tree.
âHas Jimin ever told you how he ended up being your guardian before?â Jungkook asks mid-stride, hands shoved into his pockets casually. His sudden question pulls you away from burning a hole into the back of his head.
âUhâŚ.Maybe once? Something about trying to worm his way out of doing dirty grunt work in the lowest levels of hell after causing trouble.â
âDid he say what he did?â
ââŚOnly that it was quote, 'complicatedâ.â You respond after some thought. Your answer elicits a snort from the demon in front of you, along with some rueful muttering. Before you can ask, you both have reached the tree and the sight of it surprises you. The branches were now covered fully in bright emerald green leaves, providing the proper amount of shade to the bench that situated below it compared to the first time youâve seen it but more than that, its even sprouted fruits. Round in shape and about the size of your palm, its colour grades from a yellow-green into rosy reds along the skin and its then you realize they were apples.
Jungkook stops just underneath the tree, side stepping in order to clear a path for you to the bench.
âGet comfortable poppet, itâs a bit of a story.â
Tentatively, you make your way over to sit down, gaze never leaving Jungkookâs and evidently the tension is still running high for you â youâre quite literally sitting on the very edge of your seat. Seeing as how thatâs as comfortable as youâre going to get, Jungkook releases another deep sigh, rolling his neck as he begins a tale he loathed to repeat.
âThat 'complicatedâ thing that your guardian did? That was tempting an actual guardian angel to fall from grace.â
The words took a minute to process for you, not knowing what to expect but when they do, the impact hits you head on like a speeding train. For a split second, youâre trapped in a frozen world thatâs numbed you of all your senses; youâre left stunned, speechless, jaw actually dropping and you wonder if youâre breathing still. After your mind was done tripping over on itself do you manage to stutter, âHe â I mean howâŚ.?â
Jungkook crosses his arms, leaning back on the trunk of the tree as a far off look takes over his gaze.
âTrust me when I say if you knew Jimin like I did, you wouldnât be half as surprised as you are that he would manage to do something like this. Heaven is only blissful to those who are complacent and live by their rules. Thereâs no room for doubts because to doubt is to question in your beliefs, and in turn, His beliefs which to angels is blasphemy. And angels, above all, are representatives of that. It is their duty to carry out His will, to be the shepherd to guide the lost sheeps because only you can lead them to salvation, even the most wayward ones; for His love is always gracious, accepting and forgiving. Theyâre really good at selling that righteous fantasy â makes you feel all high and mighty.â
He exhales deeply, the barest hints of an underlying bitterness carries out with the breath, made more obvious when he says, âBut even that in itself was a test of faith. How cruel is it to tell you that your sole purpose is to protect and guide a soul thatâs supposedly so precious when they prove to you time and time again to be so undeserving of that love? It makes you start to question a lot of things, like whether all your effort is worth it in the end orâŚ.â A sharp inhale. âMaybe youâre simply not good enough.â
You listen quietly, not wanting to interrupt Jungkook but immersed in your own thoughts too. Even though youâre not terribly religious, youâre still somewhat familiar with the concepts. So long as you live your life honestly, commit no sins and do no wrong unto others, youâre more  likely not to end up going to hell and be tortured for all eternity. And even if you do, you have the chance to repent and thus be forgiven.
Of course, people twist the words they read to suit their own philosophies but in the end, thereâs still that clear line between evil and good. Itâs allâŚ.very black and white to you. So it should be no surprise to you that beings who serve God would have that followed to a tee, only thereâs no room for second-guessing or evidently, second-chances.
You see the unfairness in that; to be expected as someone whoâs so devout and pious yet not be given that same mercy as humans.
You thinkâŚ.itâs quite sad.
âNevertheless, those are thoughts no angel should have. Not unless you want to attract the attention of a demon.â He sneaks a glance at you and you catch the mischievous twinkle peering through the long bangs before he averts his eyes to the horizon in front of him again. âAnd thatâs where your little guard dog comes in.â
You donât deny the way you perk up a little more at that, pulled from your previously more sombre reveries.
â'JiminââŚ.He was everything you humans thought demons would be â conniving, heartless, and selfish creatures who takes pleasure in causing misery and suffering on others while indulging in all forms of obscenities as a pass time. He, like many demons, saw the world as his little sandbox and everyone in it his own personal plaything; doesnât bat an eye to even the most heinous of crimes.â
You find the comparison jarring when you think of the demon you know now as being the very same one who did all those morally skewed things. Itâs like talking about two different beings altogether. But the more you ruminate on it, the more you saw the plausibility; for one, Jimin is a demon, his entire existence is to be the devilâs advocate so how can you, a human no less, judge him for doing his job? And secondly, Jimin always did have that cockiness about him, like he knows heâs better than everyone else and heâs not afraid to let everyone know theyâre beneath him â you included. It was very prominent when you first met, but now itâs tamed to a cheeky sassiness he uses to lightly tease you with (an impressive feat if youâre going to be honest; safe to say that was quite the learning curve for both of you).
However, it just proves to you that even someone like him could change for the better.
âBut unlike many demons, Jimin wasâŚremarkably ambitious, uncharacteristically so because while others are satisfied with living that otherwise lawless, cesspit lifestyle, he grew bored of the monotony â had a need to conquer new challenges, push boundaries, always a hunger for more. And it worked in his favour too.â He pauses to let out a short scoff, a humourless chortle under his breath as his voice lowers to an almost melancholic tone. âMaybe thatâs what made him so dangerous; being so good at finding even your most darkest secrets and enticing you with sweet words that it makes it hard for anyone to resist.â
Again, there was something in the way Jungkook is telling you all this, the way his voice would inflect with a deep-rooted emotion without meaning to and you canât shake off this feeling. Itâs almost likeâŚ.heâs recounting, reliving memories from a different time.
Dark eyes slide to yours and you find yourself locked in an endless abyss, one that youâve seen before in Jiminâs â swimming behind centuries worth of history, youâll catch glimpses of a long lifetime of loneliness and bitter sorrow that are much too alien to belong on such youthful faces. âSo imagine how easy it was to get to a guardian angel who deep down, knew he wasnât cut out for the job anyways.â
âŚ. And suddenly thereâs meaning to the familiarity in which he speaks of everything; of Heaven, of angels, of this guardian angelâŚ.
Cocking his head, Jungkook smiles at you but it doesnât quite reach his eyes, âDonât start crying for me now poppet, you should save those tears for something more worthwhile.â
You hadnât even realized the way you were staring, practically gaping at him with unadulterated shock. Overwhelmed is an understatement to what your mind is going through; so many thoughts racing a mile a minute yet feeling completely empty of any at the same time. You wouldnât have imagined that this was Jungkookâs story.
At your prolonged silence, he tears his gaze away from you, not wanting to admit how he canât stand seeing the sad look youâre giving him any longer. Pity was not necessary here.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I donât regret it. Jimin mightâve done it out of boredom and as his way to fulfill his self-gratification but it was the first time in so long that I felt like someone was listening to me and didnât judge me right away for my 'impureâ thoughts.���
You can almost hear him rolling his eyes as he says that.
âBefore him, I really thought that I was going to live a miserable life being stuck watching over this poor excuse of a human being who does nothing but justâŚ.rot away; self-entitled, greedy, stepping on others for their own selfish gains, never to redeem themselves in the eyes of God. Jimin understood me â  offered me an out, something I didnât have when I was made into a guardian angel and never thought I would get even afterwards.â
âSo I took it; in exchange for one insignificant soul, I got my freedom.â Jungkook tilts his head upwards, as if he means to burn a hole right through the clouds themselves, or maybe the place that lies far beyond them. Instead, he reaches out to pluck a shiny red apple from its branch, one of the few you think that are early to ripe. âBut to willingly hand over a soul to a demon under your watch was an unspeakable act, one of the surest ways to get you thrown out those golden gates.â
He tosses the fruit up in the air once, catching it smoothly and shooting you a roguish grin. The way his lips curl back gives you a more full view of his canines â you swear they look a lot more sharper than what they were supposed to be on his human visage.
âAnd yes, it did hurt like a bitch when I fell from Heaven, in case you wanted to know.â
A throaty giggle comes out unintentionally along with the huff of air you release through your nose, one which you try to cover up by clearing your throat.
That was a good reference.
Jungkook doesnât seem to mind though, actually looks proud of the jab he made before his grin starts to slip away, expression turning into something a little more morose as his eyes drift to the apple in his hand.
âThe rest was pretty much history; as punishment, Jimin was made to take responsibilities for intervening with the duties of a guardian angel â quite lenient I might add â and once he gets his stamp of approval, he would go back and take me under his wing.â Â
âSo imagine my surpriseâŚ.â The grip on the apple tightens a fraction, the words are enunciated slowly, deliberately, like its taking all of his self-control to not completely crush it. You wouldâve been convinced he was doing a pretty good job, if it werenât for the flickers of a deep golden glow that begins to burn behind his once onyx irises and the air around him resonates with a charged energy that had goosebumps appearing on your arms. âWhen half-way through, he asks me if there was a way for demons to become a guardian angel.â
Right before your eyes, the red apple starts to decompose as if it were in a time-lapse, browning and shrivelling in on itself until all thatâs left is a dried husk in Jungkookâs hand. You swear you feel the colour drain from your face along with it, a cold sweat breaking out at the back of your neck. Unsparing of the way your mind is hanging by a thread, the demon turns so that you see the twisted smile stretching across thin lips and he sneers, âThe irony of it all, am I right?â
You donât answer because you physically canât. Itâs like your body is going into shock, eyes unfocused and head spinning to the point where youâre thankful that youâre actually sitting or else you think you might tip over and pass out. Your heart is pounding rapidly in your chest, each beat hammering against your ribcage. You try to take in deep breaths to calm yourself but every inhale and exhale comes out short and shaky, every swallow leaving your throat drier.
âDeny it all you want poppet, but this is the truth you wanted â your little guardian demon wants to become a guardian angel.â You wouldnât have realized you were shaking your head to yourself if Jungkook hadnât spoken up, voice too nonchalant after dropping a bomb like that on you. Heâs dusting his hands off on his sweatpants, picking and inspecting his nails now that the remains of the rotten apple had dropped onto the ground beneath him. By that time, you finally begin to stumble through your words, more or less thinking aloud in hopes of trying to make sense of this extreme turn of events.
âT-ThatâsâŚ.that canât be, I donât â  why would he do that?â
Jungkookâs gaze whips to you with a quickness, the gold of topaz so piercing that it startles you and just when you thought you could be any less prepared at receiving bombshell news, Jungkook proves you wrong by hitting you with another one more devastating than the last.
âDo you really not know?â He asks, the question nothing more than a hushed tone filled with disbelief, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âItâs you. Youâre the reason.â
You.
The reason is you.
Itâs like youâre hit by a physical blow that knocks the wind out of you and you brace your hands on your knees, letting out a sharp exhale. All of your questions are getting answered yet the answers you get are only producing more questions; questions that you donât even know if you want answers to because youâre terrified of what you might hear. You donât know if you can take much more of it. But youâve made it so far. With this, youâve come closer than ever before to finding Jimin and be able to help him. Itâs a huge jump than what you had thought possible in accomplishing. So you take a deep breath in, mustering all of your courage to continue forward.
âIs it even possible?â Your voice comes out in a quiver, hoarse as you try to push past the lump thatâs formed in your throat, your confidence left much to be desired. Jungkook offers you a half-shrug.
âItâs the same way I became a guardian angel myself once upon a time ago, only youâre more likely to die attempting it as a demon; as they say, itâs easier to fall than it is to redeem yourself.â
That has you jumping to your feet, so fast that the blood rushes to your head and you momentarily feel lightheaded but youâre more alarmed by what Jungkook had informed you.
âThatâs just insane, he canât â I canât let him do this!â
âIâm afraid itâs too late for that, poppet.â Jungkook shakes his head firmly, arms crossing and halting any sort of protests that were about to spill from your mouth. âHeâs already evoked the process, and now itâs only a matter of time before he fully succumbs to its effects.â
âWait, what do you meanâŚ?â You ask, full of apprehension, eyes never leaving Jungkookâs.
âBecoming a guardian angel involves being imbued with holy magic over a period of time; the process is slow, but otherwise painlessâŚ.if youâre talking about an ordinary soul that is.â He pushes himself off of the tree to stroll forward a few steps, âWith a demon? Even I donât know what will happen to him. As you can imagine, to have both holy magic and demonic powers inhabiting one body is dangerous because theyâre two conflicting forces; it leaves you unstable and vulnerable until one rejects the other, or your body gives out and you simply perish.â
A horrified gasp rushes past your dry lips, and youâre once again short of breath as an acute surge of panic overtakes your entire body. Youâre moving before you realize what youâre doing, latching onto Jungkookâs sleeves with trembling hands like youâre afraid at any moment, he would vanish and abandon you to suffer this cruel twist of fate. Jungkook stumbles back, caught off guard by the strength of your grip, nails digging into his arms and how frantic you look â wide eyed and pupils shaking.
âWhere is he?! I need to find him! Tell me where he is Jungkook!â
His larger hands grab ahold of your wrists to stop you jostling him for answers. âI donât know that poppet. And even if I do, what does it matter? Heâs doing this so he can be with you. Is this not something you wanted?â
Your eyes shut in anguish, head lowering as you can only muster a weak shake. âNot like thisâŚâ Never like thisâŚ
You hear a soft scoff from above you, and you donât notice the way Jungkook has yet to let you go nor the way he canât seem to bear looking at you, gaze set out on the horizon in front of him, the unnatural golden glow long since receded as he thinks bitterly to himself, 'That makes the two of us.â
He doesnât want to admit that the sight of you like this, devastated and conflicted at what you had learned, stirs up his own complex cocktail of emotions â things he has kept buried in the recesses of his mind. When Jungkook had told Jimin of how he could possibly become a guardian angel, he felt like he had owed him some kind of debt, something to repay for allowing him to break free of his own miserable life â only to be the one who leads someone else back to the same place he was in. Maybe this is why he still hasnât let go of how resentful he is of Jiminâs choice.
Jimin was a fool â a fool in love. Does he truly understand the consequences of what entails afterwards? He thought Jimin would see just how folly it is to pursue this pipe dream, give up  the longer heâs subjected to the gruelling effects of completing the acts but Jimin is not Jimin without that stubborn, ambitious streak.
Worse of all, Jungkook resented himself too because deep down, he dares to envy Jimin for his tenacity, for finding a purpose in a life he saw no worth in and to have someone who is willing to fight for him as much as he is for them.
Maybe through this odd sense of kinship with youâŚ.. this is the closure he needed.
It takes a few good minutes for you to gather yourself again, minutes of holding yourself back from breaking down completely because you canât afford to, not now. Not when its suddenly a matter of life or death. The cogs are turning double time in an effort to come up with something, anything to fix this. And thatâs when â
âWhat if there was another way?â
Jungkook pauses to look at you before letting out a short incredulous laugh at the very idea, âDonât be ridiculous poppet, as if Heaven â â
âIâm saying what if there was another way Jimin can stay without becoming a guardian angel?â You cut him off and the brief moment of silent questioning allows you to blurt out perhaps the second craziest thing youâve thought of in your life, âWhat if I give my soul to him?â
Another long silence drags on, only because Jungkook is practically gaping at you like a fish now; jaw dropped, eyes wider than youâve ever seen before. You both spend minutes that feel like an eternity just standing there, staring at each other as if to see who would break away first. It makes your nervously racing heart seem ten times louder in your ears and you grow self-conscious. Just when you go to explain yourself, defend your case, Jungkook lets out a wheezing laugh. At first they were short and breathy sounds but as they continue, the volume grows until itâs a full blown cackle as does the almost crazed grin on the demonâs face.
Youâre frozen in your spot at the sight, even when Jungkook steps back from you to turn away and pace around, hands on his hips and occasionally running through his hair. You hear him choke out jumbled words to himself, phrases that start but drown out by more incredulous bouts of laughing. When it seems heâs finally able to calm himself, Jungkook whirls back around, eyes locking onto you intensely. âYouâre serious? Youâre actually serious?â
You sputter at the sudden accusation, âWh â Why wouldnât I be?â
âBecause itâs crazy?â Jungkook shoots back, âYou do know that most of the time when someone wants to give up their soul to a demon it never ends well â and Iâm saying this from one demon to a mortal.â
âWell I imagine if that wasnât the case then more people would do it right?â You scowl, rolling your eyes. âAnd besides, itâs not like I havenât thought about doing it before thisâŚ.â
Jungkook reels a bit again at the additional confession, scoffing lightly. You can see the thoughts play out across his face as his gaze fixates on a point past the buildings and trees surrounding you and after seemingly reaching a conclusion, you see him subtly shake his head.
âAt most, you might be able to remain bound to him.â
âThatâs more than enough.â You say, âHe shouldnât have to risk his life for me like this, not when heâs done so much already.â
âHeavy emphasis on the might poppet.â The tall demon holds up a hand as if it means to stop you from flying off to tear the whole city apart to find Jimin in this instance (which, heâs not wrong given if you had that ability). âAnd even if you do, I canât guarantee what will happen to Jimin, whether this will stop the process or not.â
âThen help me find him Jungkook.â
He groans, throwing his head back like a child whoâs been asked to wash the dishes and youâre flabbergasted at the response.
âYouâre really going to leave your friend to die just like that?â You ask aghast.
âIt was his choice.â Jungkook replies apathetically. âI warned him that if he were to go through with it, I wonât be able to help him with what would happen afterwards and he did it anyways. Now itâs out of my hands and Iâm starting to regret saying anything because of the headache this is causing me.â
âAll the more reason!â The rush of urgency threatens to overwhelm you as you step towards Jungkook, âWe wonât know if this will work unless I try!â
Yet still, he remains unmoving and it only serves to freak you out even more. Itâs like you can already see this last chance slipping away, right in front of you the more Jungkook becomes reluctant.
âThis is because of me isnât it? So let me fix it.â You beg, grabbing ahold of him. âPlease Jungkook, this is the last thing I need from you.â
The weight of your pleas hang heavily in the air around you, almost to the point where you felt suffocated yourself. You hate how everything is riding on whether Jungkook would agree to help or not, is literally what would make or break this. You watch with bated breath, hyper-focused on every small movement Jungkook makes; the way he breaks away from your gaze to look off into the distance, jawline tensing as he clenches them and a deep furrow pinching his brows.
Jungkook watches with unseeing eyes the way the first rays of the setting sun breaks through, the streaks of orange so vibrant that they cut through like a knife and set aflame the dense clouds surrounding them. More and more the sky parts to reveal this fiery blaze until the light is burning into his eyes, even long after he eventually slips them shut.
Thereâs no doubt that once Jimin gets wind of this, heâll miraculously summon enough strength to slam him through all seven levels of hell and then some. Heâs already overstepped by even telling you what Jiminâs really been up to but itâs not his damn fault that the elder demon really dropped the ball on this one.
⌠Agh fuck it, heâs already in deep now, so whatâs a little more help gonna do? Especially when the blazing desperation in your eyes currently rivals that of the departing sun, still clinging onto the last few minutes it has left before the oncoming night swallows it whole. Itâs in the last bit of dying light that Jungkook lets out one long, drawn out sigh through his nose and you see him turning back to face you, eyes softly aglow once more and a meaningful look. You gulp, trying hard not to make it so obvious on how nervous youâre feeling but who were you trying to fool? At this point, youâre ready to drop down on your knees and grovel.
Youâre actually a split second away from doing that when Jungkook rolls his head back and with another begrudging sigh, so heavy that his shoulders slump inward, says, âAlright fine! Iâll try to track him down.â
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Jungkook settles by telling himself the only reason why he agreed to do this tedious task is because: 1) Heâd already come this far in telling you basically everything thatâs been going on with your guardian demon, might as well go the full nine-yards, 2) your daring plan of action and commitment was something that undoubtedly piqued his interest once more, enticed him into new territories of what-ifs. Again, commendable, he thinks frustratingly so; itâs like a force of its own getting him to root for you. As well, what kind of demon would he be if he didnât play the part of being the shoulder devil that eggs you on to do stupid, reckless things?
And 3) ultimately, this isnât his mess so however way it ends is none of his business and though yes heâs helping you track down your missing demon, he doesnât have any control on what you intend to do after confronting Jimin. Heâs essentially just the messenger, and once heâs done with this âlast favourâ, he can dust his hands off and continue on his merry way.
As entertaining as this all had been, you had proven to be more of handful than he had imagined. His first impressions of you was that of a strange human who wasnât totally obsessed with the idea that a demon had decided to take on the appearance of her favourite idol. In fact, you had even seemed highly unamused by it. But you had rolled with the punches and made do with your equally strange circumstance.
And then things took a turn for the stranger; the two of you end up developing an unlikely friendship but more than that, it bloomed into something more. That was when Jungkook had dropped his metaphorical popcorn. The thought is still unfathomable becauseâŚwhat kind of demon falls in love with a human?! And on top of that, what kind of human falls in love with a demon?! Thatâs just something someone whoâs had a few too many screws loose in their head would do and neither you nor Jimin had strike him as one such person.
Apparently, heâs sorely mistaken.
As it turns out, both of your knuckle-headedness knows no bounds, having expected most of it to come from Jimin (given his track record) but youâve proven yourself to be in equal competition with him, not one to be left out.
If he had thought you were reckless with trying to do a demon summoning ritual on your own before, youâve blown his expectations out of the water (once again) by declaring you would willingly give up your soul to a demon â in order to save him no less! What an absolute mad lass!
He lets out a snort, kicking at the remnants of your handy work, finding himself back at the scene of the crime in search for a lead. Initially, Jungkook had arrived to the spot out of curiousity on what was causing such a concentration of dark energy to appear and after poking around, had found traces of your aura still lingering about â that was how he had managed to eventually find you. The discovery however made him do a major double-take; for one, not having expecting you of all people to be the cause of this supernatural phenomena but most importantly, how you even managed to come into possession of the materials to make it happen.
That was perhaps the most troubling bit Jungkook finds about this conundrum.
Not just anyone can get their hands on some of the things required to do a summoning ritual, let alone anything remotely authentic. People just kind of fill in the blanks on what they think they need but somehow you almost end up getting it down pat.
This âshopâ you supposedly went to apparently has the good shit.
And thatâs not all.
Along with the ingredients to a demon summoning ritual, you had also walked out of there with something he had thought he would never see in his new lifetime again.
Angelus Tactus.
Or better known as Angelâs Touch â a stone made of pure starlight, said to be plucked from the Heavenâs themselves which imbued them with magical properties that offer protection from much more malicious entities and energies.
So by every means, it was not something some little shop just has lying around as a trinket for sale no matter how niche they supposedly are.
Jungkook unconsciously gnaws at his bottom lip, mulling over this tidbit of information. None of this sits well with him and he had half the mind to hunt down the identity of the shop owner  himself, if only to satisfy his curiousities.
âŚ.No, he shouldnât. If he does then heâs only digging his own grave instead of getting out of it like heâs supposed to be doing right now.
With a shake of his head, he banishes the thought (âŚfor now) to focus back on his surroundings. Eyes scanning, Jungkook notices that the rain had washed away what remains of the chalk pentagram that was etched into the asphalt and whatever dried herbs or salt left over has sunken into the soil where they have been pushed. They soak up the natural energy thatâs provided by the earth, enough to give off a low pulse. Itâs very weak but as he carefully steps around, itâs enough for him to use in order to help him sift through and amplify other aura signatures that mightâve passed the area.
Yours and the creature you summoned were prominent, and given Jiminâs state of limbo, it takes a little bit of 'feelingâ around before he begins to pick up another faint trace of someone elseâs. He closes his eyes, honing in on it and lets his feet guide him until he comes upon a spot where it emanates the strongest. He lets it wash over him, familiarizing it with his senses before his eyes slip open, the topaz glow taking over his irises.
Bingo.
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Logically speaking, tracking down a demon would take some time, you figured maybe two or three days because demons are discreet creatures by nature; doesnât help that the wanted demon in question most likely doesnât want to be found either. So it makes perfect sense that your only option right now is to wait and use this time to go through exactly how youâre going to give your idiot guardian demon a piece of your mind.
Well, at least try to.
Youâre a bit of mess right now, to put lightly. After Jungkook spilled the secret on basically everything and you begging him to find Jimin, swearing that this will be the last heâll ever hear from you, you find yourself strapped into this Tower of Terror of emotions â going from one extreme to another in what feels like split second intervals. Youâd arrived home feeling numb and exhausted, heading straight to the safe confines of your room to sit on your bed in darkness and total silence. You felt like a zombie in which your mind and body were not connected, simply breathing and staring off into nothingness.
There was a distinct tightness in your chest, suffocating in its weight that it has you struggle to properly breathe. You donât know how long you remain like that, but after what felt like an eternity, the strongest desire to scream had overcome you. Itâs a rather delayed reaction, you think, moments after you had snatched the closest pillow to you to let out your pent up anger into. You throw your bag violently in the direction of your closet for good measures, the resounding thud pacifying you slightly.
Heaving, you push away the fallen strands of hair out of your face, eyes squeezed shut. You feel your throat closing up in a tell-tale sign of angry tears but you stubbornly keep them at bay. You wonât cry for Jimin, as much as you want to. Though hurt, youâre also livid with what heâs done, is doingâŚ
You shake your head to yourself; you still canât process the fact that heâs so willingly risking his life for you like this, all at the chance to stay with you as your official guardian angel. But to also not tell you anything about it â just makes you think when would he tell you then? Or was he even planning to tell you at all? The thought of him quietly erasing himself from your life if things went wrong, with you knowing no better and him justâŚ.accepting that?
And assuming you would be okay?!
The audacity reignites the flames of your fury.
Youâd fallen into a restless sleep in the early hours of the morning, or rather closed your eyes for a long period of time because you donât think you actually slept. You had tossed and turned, too riled up for any sort of fitful rest. Before you knew it, pale morning light had seeped through your blinds.
Yet you continue to lay there in bed, still as drained as you were the day before, only youâd fallen into a pit of listlessness. The amount of strength you mustered up after a while was to grab your phone, remembering the shift you had later that day and though you hate to be that person, you know thereâs no way youâll be able to work through it. At least, not that day.
But much of your time passes that way, mulling on your thoughts over and over again until youâre giving yourself a headache, the same questions repeating like a broken record in your mind; when did it all start? How could you not have noticed any of this and for so long? How did you let it get this bad?
How long do you have now? Or are you too late?
It has you scrambling to bring forth memories, searching for any kind of answers lost in the past. You dissect each and every one of them, and more and more you begin to uncover the signs; a flicker of melancholy that slipped through before quickly being masked by indifference and teasing, feather-like touches, so light they made you think youâd dreamt it, andâŚ
That night.
The biggest kicker of them all was that night. In a spectacular combination of Jiminâs deflective skills and your tendencies to not be confrontational, you had assumed that it was just as he suggested; some unfortunate, rotten timing on his part that heâd ran into something vicious â another demon, an angel, a hunter, a witchâŚ
Who wouldâve thought it was him going through the process of becoming a guardian angel.
Fuck, it all made so much more sense.
As all the puzzle pieces fall into place, it made you realize that the signs had been there all along, just hidden away so well by Jimin.
And every time, you hesitated, faltering on taking action when given the chance.
The regret of not having done more when you couldâve begins to grow inside you and soon, itâs what ate at you the most.
Waiting becomes tortuous. Youâre going through the routine of living on autopilot, scatterbrained and anxiously watching for Jungkook to show up at any day, hour, minute, second with news that heâs found a lead. Youâre hoping and actually praying to whatever God up there that would listen to give you this one chance to make things right.
So on edge you were that when you came home from what you think was the biggest struggle you had to getting through work to a cryptic message smeared across your mirror, like youâd walked straight into 'The Shiningâ, you nearly blacked out right then and there.
The yelp you let out was embarrassingly loud, enough to alert Jaehee who came rushing to you, stumbling with shoes half-off from surprising you with an afterwork dinner date. Amidst her frantic questioning and the blood pumping loudly in your ears from your heart thatâs ready to bail on you, you come to the realization that while you saw the beginnings of your own paranormal activities movie, Jaehee only saw a plain, ordinary full-length mirror.
It took a lot of nervous laughing and some very poor half-ass excuses to eventually pry your friend off, ushering her out of your room with the promise of properly resting. Once you shut the door, you take deep breaths before turning to look at the offending message thatâs ruined your mirror. Now that the instinctual fear wasnât clouding your judgement, you see clearly that â thankfully â the substance staining the surface of the glass is not blood but something akin to black ink. As for the message itself, it simply states:
âThe Whiskey Serpent,
Tomorrow. Midnight.
JK.â
A beat passes and when you fill in the blanks to give context for this obscure set of instructions, your eyes close in exasperation as you heavily inhale.
Youâre going to strangle him.
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Tomorrow midnight doesnât come nearly as fast as you wanted it to and your body and mind seems to resent that fact by compromising your sleep (again) and making you feel so jittery you can barely stand still for five seconds. You leave your afternoon shift all nerves and with still too much time on your hands for your liking, even after doing a trial run to the appointed place with the directions you found. You find it easy enough. To no surprise, itâs located in the more luxurious part of the cityâs districts, surrounded by sleek sky-rises that hosts either penthouse apartments or five star hotels, streets littered with more expensive cars than youâre used to seeing, upscale boutiques and of course, private lounges and clubs.
The Whiskey Serpent was amongst them, a minimalistic looking building with sleek, black granite stone cladding that gives off the slightest hints of sparkles in the bright sunlight, accented by its polished, dark cherry wood double doors and large, stainless steel handles stretching nearly top to bottom. Atop the entrance sits a metallic amber snake, rearing up and curling around the outline of a slender arm holding a crystal glass, jaws agape and fangs bearing as if ready to strike. Itâs all people would need in order to know the name of this establishment.
Itâs currently closed; opening hours start once the sun begins to set. So you flounder a bit, not knowing whether you should hang around at a cafe until you have to meet Jungkook or head home. Either way, you know youâre going to fail at any attempts of trying to be prepared for whatever Jungkook is going to say. Perhaps its with that in mind that you choose to go home â if youâre going to be stewing in your anticipation and nerves, you might as well do it in the comforts of your own room.
Your stewing consisted a lot of breathing exercises, fiddling around things on your desk and shelves, standing in one place waiting for a command like a Sim, and pacing. Lots of pacing. Â You tried stress eating but realize you have no appetite for anything in such a state, a mild inconvenience you know will come back to haunt you later as dinner quickly comes and goes without you so much as consuming a single bite of anything.
As soon as the clock hits half past eleven, you jump on the opportunity to head out, no longer able to wait. You fire off a hasty text to Jaehee the same time youâre speeding to get your shoes on and youâre out the door in record timing. Youâre breathless by the time you arrive, breaking out into a half-sprint in your haste. Catching your breath, your eyes take in the way the exterior of the lounge has been illuminated by the little well lights that beam upwards along the walls with a golden glow, now that the skies has darkened. The snake as well has been lit up with its own spotlight, giving it a menacing look as it seems to bore down on you, daring you to enter its domain.
You swallow thickly, squaring your shoulders and with an exhale, mutter to yourself, âOkay, letâs do this.â
Pulling open the doors, youâre greeted by a dimly lit waiting area; black marble floor, an upholstered seating bench on one side and a hostess desk perpendicular to it. Behind the desk was a beautiful dark stone and granite wall fountain, the water cascading down in a steady stream, shimmering against the rough edges as its lit by spotlights lining along the bottom and top and giving off an almost rippling effect. Fixed to the surface were brass vines that crawled from either side, intertwined amongst them were two large snakes that seem to undulate from where they are stuck to, their bodies subtly lifting higher in some places, one head tilted outwards more than the other, as if to give the illusion that they were alive and at any moment, would slither off the wall they were on.
You stand awkwardly, not sure how to approach the elegant looking hostess; a tall woman dressed sharply in an all black suit with hair tied up in a high ponytail, face painted immaculately with well-blended eyeshadows, complimentary lip colour and crisp liner. But you need to if you want to get into the lounge. Youâre made painfully aware of how out of place you must look, no where near looking like the type of person to be visiting places like this and the fact makes you freeze up a little.
God, why did Jungkook have to pick a place that screams in your face that youâre poor? Why canât he just meet you at a cafe or â ?!
âHello miss? Can I help you with something?â
Your loathing inner ranting is interrupted by the woman behind the desk, who peers at you questioningly, long lashes fluttering as she blinks.
âUhhâŚâ You stutter, shifting nervously and hugging your bag closer to you in an attempt to comfort yourself before meekly replying, âIâm uhh â here to meet with someoneâŚ?â
âOh,â She sounds surprised and youâre not offended by it. The woman begins to tap on the tablet sheâs holding. âDo you a have a name for the reservation?â
You feel like your going to choke on air, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you scramble for an answer until â
âDonât worry about it, Xenia. This oneâs with me.â You jump at the sudden feeling of a large hand clamping down over one of your shoulder and the sound of a timbre voice above you. Whipping your head up, your face contorts into a scowl at seeing none other than Jungkook who, upon feeling your heated gaze on him, shoots you a side-eyed, shit-eating smirk, thick wavy bangs falling over one eye and giving him a wolfish appeal.
Immediately, memories of his little stunt with your mirror resurface and you hold up an accusing finger, scowl deepening further. âYou â !!â
Xenia, the pretty hostess, recovers quickly, interrupting you as she smiles and holds out a hand towards the direction of the short hallway that must lead off to the actual lounge.
âPlease, go right ahead then. Would you like me to have the usual ready for you?â
âYes, please and thank you.â Jungkook waves casually, then you feel him nudge you forward and you have no choice but to go. He leads you to round the corner and you finally get to see that the lounge is just like the rest of the building; all dark colours, dimly lit and refined with a luxurious elegance that youâre both in awe and intimidated by.
Around the perimeters of the large room, there are alcoves with black leather sofas, decorated with lavish throw pillows and low tables, each booth separated by corinthian style columns outlined in gold that matches the designs running along the ceiling moulding while much of the middle space is taken up by velvet ornate chairs gathered around tables with tall cylindrical lamps emitting a soft warm glow to serve as lights. There wasnât much in terms of decor, other than the sleek black grand piano situated in the farthest corner of the room, currently empty with no pianist.
You donât see many people here, only a few couples interspersed in some of the booths and chairs and the occasional individuals having a quiet drink to themselves. Despite the abundant of open tables, Jungkook doesnât lead you to any of them, instead directs you to the only other place of sitting which was a long bar taking up most of one side. He takes a seat in one of the bar stool and the bartender wordlessly places down two cozier, crystal glasses and a bottle onto the brown marble counter in front of him, the liquid inside a deep russet colour, before leaving.
âAre you going to keep standing there or are you gonna come sit?â Jungkook gestures to the empty seat beside him. His voice snaps you from your momentary gaping and you kiss your teeth in frustration, annoyed that you keep getting distracted.
âYou have some explaining to do. What the hell were you thinking when you decided to vandalize my mirror like that?!â You hiss as you take your seat carefully, acutely self-conscious of not wanting to draw any attention to your presence here â silly considering thereâs hardly anyone here.
Still, this is such a new place for you that you canât help feeling like youâre in over your head being here. Sure youâve been to a few bars and pubs but the places you go to donât have mini crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and their liquor selection is equivalent to what you find in your local liquor and beer store; you donât think you recognize any of the bottles lining the vast glass shelf in front of you.
Jungkook ignores you by choosing to down his glass in one shot and lets out a loud noise of satisfaction, smacking his lips.
âThatâs some good shit.â He seems to say so more to himself.
âJungkook.â You say with warning. The patience you would have had to humour him tonight was long gone, spent on the time waiting to hear any news from him.
âDonât be so upset, I didnât have any way to contact you. Plus, you were out with your friend so I highly doubt you would appreciate me just waltzing up to you with her there.â He pushes the extra glass of liquor towards you. âAlso would be too suspicious because I donât think youâre someone who knows that many good-looking people.â
Glaring, you push the glass back stubbornly, crossing your arm. âIf you think Iâm here to drink with you, then youâre wrong in inviting me out.â
The demon lets out a long breath, flipping his hair. âSo seriousâŚ.â You hear him mutter flippantly before he addresses you again. âFine, fineâŚâ He takes the bottle and pops the cork off, filling his glass generously. âIt took a while, only because his signature aura was so convoluted given the state heâs in. So I lost his trail a couple of times.â
âBut you found him right?â It comes out in one rushed breath. Youâre leaning expectantly towards him and the pressure of your gaze is so heavy that it makes Jungkook shift a little. He clears his throat, taking a sip from his drink again and then goes digging into his pocket. From it, he produces a folded slip of paper, holding it between two fingers to show you before sliding it across the smooth marble towards your direction.
âLucky you, he didnât stray very far â turns out heâs got a place not far from here; one of those fancy new penthouse apartments.â You hear him scoffing in bemusement, âHe can be on his death bed and the bastard still wonât let go of his expensive taste.â
The slip reveals an address when you unfold it, messily scrawled in blue ink. You stare at it, not believing that the whereabouts of Jimin is now sitting in the palm of your hand. It makes seeing him tangible again instead of the hopeful prayer youâve been clinging onto for the past days. For once, you feel confident that you have a fighting chance now.
ââŚ.Thank you.â You whisper to Jungkook, clutching at the piece of paper, afraid that it would vanish at any moment. âYou have no idea how much this means to me, I really owe you with this one.â
The sincerity and reverence in your voice catches Jungkook off guard, so much so that he doesnât know what to do with himself for a short second, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he avoids meeting your eyes. He settles to grab a hold of his glass.
âYeah, well you better 'cus I had my work cut out for me.â He mumbles around the rim before taking a hearty sip. You bite down a small smile, catching a glimpse of redness tinging the tips of his ears, made more noticeable thanks to having his hair pulled up into a bun. After swallowing his drink, Jungkook speaks up, shifting the topic back to you as he asks, âSo whatâs your plan?â
âIâm going to confront him.â You reply assertively.
âLike, right now?â
âWell, yes. At this point, Iâm done waiting.â
The demon barks out a laugh, head thrown back at your sheer determination. He nods along, agreeing with you as he gestures to your still untouched glass.
âThen drink up poppet, youâre probably gonna need the extra boost.â
You eye the glass of expensive whiskey uncertainly, having wanted to keep a clear head when you see Jimin in order to get across everything you have pent up inside you but at the same time, youâre shaking with so much anxiety that you can barely think, let alone hope to articulate your feelings properly.
Maybe just a sip or two, you decide, reaching out to take the glass which seems to satisfy Jungkook. He holds his up in cheers, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
âTo love, which conquers all.â
The groan slips out loudly and you bury your face in your hands, embarrassment taking over every part of your being. âOh my God noâŚ.â
Jungkookâs cackling doesnât help, much too deafening in the quiet atmosphere of the lounge that you just want to leave as soon as possible. You get in three sips before you canât take the burning anymore and promptly ask for a glass of water.
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Though it was just three sips, you feel the liquor coursing through your body, warming your veins with the liquid courage you need as you watch the numbers climb on the elevator. After making a quick exit from the lounge, Jungkook had so graciously offered to walk you to the high-rise apartment, getting you past security with ease (must be a demon charm thing) and leaving you at the mirrored elevators.
âAs much as I would love to see you drag him through the dirt, itâs never a good idea to be caught in the crossfire of a loverâs quarrel.â
Heâd said before walking off, throwing you a two fingered salute over his shoulder.
And now here you are, alone and with sweaty palms as the elevator finally chimes, letting you know that youâve reached your destination; PH58.
You step out into the hallway, peering around and taking in the deep mahogany walls that perfectly accents the white marble floors and neutral beige and brown decor, giving a very chic, modern look. There are only two doors located on either ends of the hallway, both the same deep wooden colour as the hallway â the one youâre looking for is to the farthest left; PH58A.
Your heart is racing as your eyes lock onto the gold plated number and you feel like you had to force your legs to move, steps heavy the closer you get. You canât believe this is it, after so much chasing and wondering, the person youâve been looking for all this time is just behind this door.You close your eyes, steeling your nerves, then raising your fist, you give three firm raps.
You wait with baited breath.
But after a minute and a half, the door remains unopened.
You try again, and wait once more.
âŚ.
Yet still, nothing.
Brows furrowed, you begin to question whether or not this was the right address but a quick glance at the slip of paper Jungkook handed to you proves that you are. Was he out at the moment? You take out your phone and dial his number, pressing your ear close to the door and listen. Itâs a long shot but youâre willing to try anything at this point.
It rings once on your end, then twiceâŚ
And thatâs when you hear it, the unmistakeable rumble of a phone set onto a table. The buzzing lasts for a short second, however, itâs all thatâs needed to have you straighten up with a renewed zeal.
âI know youâre in there.â You say loud and clear, not caring if you might potentially disturb the only other tenant in the vicinity. âSo thereâs no point in hiding from me anymore because I know everything.â
Silence.
It rings louder than your words and slowly, your temper flares to life, rearing its ugly head.
âListen, I donât care what you were thinking, I deserve an explanation in all of this from you and if youâre just going to be a⌠a self-sacrificing jerk about this! Then â !â Your voice steadily grows louder, all sense of maintaining some semblance of level-headedness thrown out the window and pushed to the brink of your witâs end, you shout mindlessly, âIâm never talking to you again!â
The door suddenly snaps open and you nearly choke on the gasp the rushes out, startled. Your eyes dart to the figure standing in between the gap and immediately they widen upon seeing who it is.
Jiminâs shock mirrors your own, obsidian eyes boring into you as if not believing you were there standing in front of him either and for a moment you get lost taking each other in.
He is still breathtaking in every sense; dark raven locks swept off his forehead, slightly damp as if he had just showered, the ends of his fringes grazing delicately over his eyes â longer than what you had remembered. Heâs dressed in a simple white t-shirt thatâs distractingly thin with the neckline dipping so dangerously low that you canât help but let your eyes trace over the smooth expanse of his clavicle and sternum exposed to you as well as black jeans that never fail to hug his thighs in all the right places with cuts just above the knees, revealing more skin than you can handle right now.
But as you drag your eyes away and to his face, you notice the pallor of his skin has significantly lost its glow, the paleness turning his flawless complexion lifeless, almost cold. Dead. The ashen bruises under his eyes are more noticeable now and the more you look, the more youâre convinced that he mightâve lost weight too; his face slimmer and jawline more prominent to you. An ache blooms in your chest then, muting the resentment briefly.
He looks exhausted, more than youâve ever seen him before.
And your heart is breaking seeing him like this.
âCherubâŚâ Jimin breathes in disbelief, the tiredness reflecting even in his voice. âHowâŚâ
Like a spell being broken, you break from the trance thatâs taken over you and you surge forward.
âYou â !â
Caught off guard, Jimin steps back into the foyer of his apartment but you follow after him with a fierceness, driven by the storm of emotion tearing through you right now.
âYou fucking asshole!â You continue to lash out, hands flying at him and you land a push that forces him back again. Youâre relentless in your pursuit, hate that youâre reduced to pushing and shoving because the words come out in broken pieces, barely formulated enough express the fraction of the hurt you feel because of him. He catches your wrists as you go in for another hit.
âY/N â â
You rip away from his grasp easily, flinging your bag to the ground in the process but thatâs the least of your concerns as your eyes are trained on him.
âDid you think I wouldnât find out?!â You shout, shoulders heaving. âWere you ever going to tell me truth?!â
âY/N, what are you â â Jimin struggles, confused at having not expected you to find him.
âWere you ever going to tell me that youâre trying to become a guardian angel?!â
He freezes, like a deer caught in the headlights but as your words finally sink in, his eyes slip shut and he brings a hand to run through his hair, sighing.
âWas it Jungkook?â
âDoes it matter?â You spit back. âWhat matters is that you hid this from me!â
âI was going to tell you once I transitioned.â
âAnd what if you didnât?!â
âWow, I love the amount of faith you have in meâŚ.â
âThatâs not what this is about!â You yell, body heating up and trembling from the intensity, âDo you not see yourself?! How can you risk your life doing this and not tell me anything?!â
âAnd performing a demon summoning ritual isnât putting your life at risk?â He argues with a hard gaze. âIf I hadnât found you on time, you wouldâve been killed!â
âI wouldnât have done it if you had just told me what the fuck was going on!â You snap back just as quick.
âI was trying to protect you!â He finally confesses, voice rising to match yours in volume, his own distress peaking. âI wasnât going to risk anything more than I need to. If I have to put my life on the line in order to guarantee your safety then I donât care.â
âBUT I DO!â
Your words resonate loudly throughout the room, reaching to a pitch that has it ringing in your own ears. It felt like time itself had come to a stand still with the way Jimin is frozen in stunned silence. Youâve never been one to scream during a confrontation, hadnât counted yourself as the type but you suppose this is your first time being pushed to the extremes of your limit. When neither of you speak, you take in a ragged breath.
âDid you think I wasnât going to notice that something was wrong?â You ask, voice hoarse and breaking from the emotional and physical stress. âThat I was going to sit around and do nothing?â
Jimin swallows thickly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes and you see his jaw tick. After a pause, he admits quietly. ââŚ.I canât protect you, Y/N. Not the way an angel can because demons arenât meant for it â Iâd only end up hurting you if I try.â
âHurting me?â You scoff at the audacity. âYou thought avoiding me, ignoring my calls and texts with no explanation wasnât going to hurt me? You didnât think that if you â â You choke, and you had to fight to get the next few words out. âIf you died because of me, I wouldnât be hurt?â
He says nothing in response, canât hope to because any words die on his tongue at the sight of you. He thinks this is the second time heâs seen you like this â distraught with glassy eyes wet with unshed tears â Â the first being that night when he had showed up bleeding on your bedroom floor. It makes him want to reach out, to hold you and brush away those tears before they fall but the guilt keeps him where he is, away from you.
Yet despite how close you are to breaking, thereâs a quiet determination thatâs ignited in you and itâs what dares you to take a step closer to him.
Youâre not going to run. Not from this, not from him.
âYou might look like Jimin, might sound like him and I mightâve watched hundreds of videos of himâŚ..But I donât know himâŚ.â You say, shaking your head. âI donât know Jimin.â And your next words you say with a softness so tender that itâs heartbreaking to hear. âBut I know you.â
The way youâre so sure of every step youâre taking makes him withdraw back. His mind is at war with itself; he knows he shouldnât let you come this close, afraid of what he might end up doing when he feels what little self-control he has left slipping away, like sand between his fingers. It was so much easier with you hitting and screaming at him.
Jimin feels the sofa hit the back of his thighs. You keep going.
âI know you wonât hurt me without meaning to.â
âY/NâŚDonât ââ
Itâs a feeble attempt; he knows itâs no use, not when there was no meaning put behind those words. He can smell you now, your scent overwhelming and tempting, and it further empowers his traitorous heart. When he swallows, he swears he can taste you.
Heâs losing focus, his senses being filled with nothing but you.
âIf you think you can scare me by saying that, youâre wrong.â
You tentatively reach out, waiting to see if heâll turn you away but all he does is watch you entranced, to see what youâll do next. Gently, you place your palm against his cheek.
Jimin inhales sharply at the touch, melting at the warmth against his chilled, clammy skin. He can feel himself come alive again, the dull constant ache of his body soothed for the first time, and his eyes flutter shut. He looks so serene this way and your heart squeezes, wanting to offer more solace. To let him know that he has you. You lean in until your foreheads touch and you feel the light caress of his breath brush against your cheeks and lashes.
âSo I donât need you to be a guardian angel. All I need is for you to stay beside me just as you are, like you always have.â
Muted crimson eyes are suddenly peering at you through a half-lidded gaze, the colour dulled but they bore into you intensely. Thereâs a flurry of emotions flitting through them as they flicker over your face, searching for any traces of hesitation yet finding none. Your willingness astounds him, and heâs almost afraid that itâs all a delusion conjured up from his carnal desires. But you mean to prove him wrong the moment you catch his eyes lingering on your lips.
The first brush was as light as a butterflyâs wing, chaste and soft, but itâs enough to subdue him completely, bring him to his knees and have him craving you like a starved man in the middle of a dessert. The moment seems to last too shortly for him. Even when you barely part away, Jimin mourns at the lost of contact.
âStay with me?â You whisper.
He answers by closing the gap between you again, pressing firmly this time and sealing the words against your lips. You sigh out and he swallows the sweet sound, finally getting to savour the taste of you. Like taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit, the newfound hunger takes over, consuming him.
And he gives into the lust, leaving him wanting more.
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When Iâm Watching You Watch Him
Jason X Reader
Mention of Dick X Reader
A/N: Got hit with an oldie but good song. Watching You Watch Him by Eric Hutchinson, just makes me feel all sorts of ways. Anywho, my friend was making me binge some of the animated DC films with her and this just kinda happened, my bad.
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I love you from the bottom of my heart
And that's not gonna change, but things look grim
Oh, Jason had it bad. Really, really bad. Just watching her do the simplest of things made him melt into a puddle.Â
He had a slight crush on (y/n) before he died. And not to be dramatic or anything, but after all the care and time she had put into helping him recover heâs pretty sure she could hit him with a crowbar and heâd still put a ring on it.Â
What did all those gen-z toddlers call it, simping? Yeah, he was kinda a simp for her at this point, and there was use trying to escape the reality of it. Everywhere his mind took him always brought him back to the same thought, (y/n). Thatâs fine though, he wouldnât have it any other way.Â
He was a man damned to eternal hell in the presence of a blessed angel from the highs of heaven. Well shit, this ain't gonna go well.Â
When I'm watching you watch him
Christ, there she goes again looking at his goddamn brother. Dick fucking Grayson, golden boy himself, the first boy wonder. All eyes were only Dick as he told countless tails in remarkable detail at the large round table. She watched him from across the table, an unmistakable sparkle in those lively (e/c) eyes of hers.Â
âCâmon (y/n) bring those pretty eyes this way,â Jason whispered quietly enough as to not be heard.
Both elbows of his elbows were on the table which was something that would drive Alfred insane. One hand tapped idly on the oak surface, and the palm of the other held his heavy head. His gaze focused on her, taking every feature, loving each and every bit of the angel before him.Â
He knew he didnât deserve her, but he couldnât help but yearn for her anyways. Hell she deserved better than anyone in this damned family.
I give you the best a man can hope to give
He wants nothing more than to spoil her. And just when she thinks sheâs seen it all heâll surprise her with something new and filled with love.Â
Jason would do anything for her, if only she would only let him. He could repay all the love she put into him at least ten fold.
But I'm not feeling brave
Chances are slim
Jason was a man of action, words were never really his forte. But, of course it was something his brother excelled at. Capturing every spot light within miles of his being, there never seemed to be a moment when attention strayed from the eldest.
Of course there was so much Jason wanted to say to (y/n). However, everytime he got the chance, her attention was always pulled somewhere else. And when she came back to ask him what he wanted to say, he would always brush it off, completely missing his shot. So all the things he wanted to say went unsaid.Â
One would figure that literature would have maybe taught him something about wooing a lady, but alas, he is a hopeless romantic with no idea how to talk to his crush.Â
When I'm watching you watch him
Today was the day of another gala Jason was forced to attend. That meant that he had to dress to impress, tux and all, much to his dismay.Â
Jason of course arrives early to help Alfred prep with the rest of the boys. Which never ended well. When he opened the door he was greeted by the sadly normal sight of Damian attempting to choke Tim, and while most time he would have joined in the chaos, a dolled up damsel caught his gaze.Â
(Y/n) was trying to persuade Damian to let Tim go. She offered him cookies, however, Damian was not fazed.Â
God she was gorgeous, he thought. Lightly applied makeup on her already flawless complection, a dress complimenting her figure perfectly, hair topping it all off to complete the look. She was just, so her, and he loved it.Â
Just as he was about to lend a helping hand in her efforts, Dick stepped in to physically separate the two boys. Jason could only watch as she blushed when that dumbass winked towards her. Damian, of course, ran to her glaring at Tim as he asked for the promised cookie. Dick laughed as she raised a questioning brow at the boy hugging her waist. Jason let out a sign, walking past them to the kitchen, occasionally glancing at her, desperate for her to return his stares.
Oh, what is left to learn
When he will let you crash and burn
Dick was quite the flirt, it wasnât hard for anyone to figure out upon meeting him. He flirted with every single person, heck he would probably flirt with a dog. Jason shuttered at the thought.Â
All Dickâs life he has been a player, toying around with others' feelings. A complete heartbreaker. It kills Jason to know that she could possibly become one of the many victims burned by his games.Â
He never gives attention
But you still yearn
It's obvious to Jason that she was enraptured by Dick, falling for all his empty flirting. Or at least thatâs how he saw it. If only she could see it the way Jason did. Maybe then her heart wouldnât ache for someone who never who would never see her in a romantic way.Â
Part of Jason is relieved that Dick isnât into her. But stillâŚ.Â
Where do I fit in
There she was sitting next to Damian who was fiddling with her fingers out of boredom. It was kinda sweet how motherly she was to him. And anyone could tell just how much that little demon spawn looked up to her. (Y/n) was someone Damian values above all others, even Dick. He was stuck to her side every moment he could be, only acting his real age around her. She just had that effect on him and Jason has no idea how she does it.
Every Wayne had a special place in her heart, just like she held a special place in theirs. The whole family was like her own, they were a family she never had growing up all alone in the streets of Gotham.Â
The same exact streets he spent most of his childhood wonder around. Having a similar past made it easy for the two to bond. Exchanging memories of hardships and prosperities while laying on the roof of Wayne Enterprise, tracing out shapes made from glowing stars in the moonlit sky.Â
When Iâm watching you watch him Â
Jason sat alone sipping whiskey from the canteen tucked in the inside of his coat pocket. He could just tell by the way she was looking at his older brother who was dancing between a crowd of ladies that it was going to be a very very long night.
God only knows why I still wait around
Except I hate to see you cry
He doesnât understand how Dick could just ignore her loving gazes. Does Dick not understand that the woman Jason practically worshipped was crying out for his attention? What a dumbass, Jason thought.
And I need youÂ
But there are things I cannot do
If only Jason had the balls to go over there and ask her to dance. Steal her attention away from that play boy and focus it on the man who would die for her in a heartbeat. (Y/n) was his salvation, his savior from the twisted shadow that darkened all that good in his mind after being revived.Â
Though his mind was screaming at him to comfort her, he physically could not approach her. Not even Jason himself understood what was holding him back, it was not pride, not masculinity, god knows he would scrap all of that for her.
Maybe it was fear, the fear of not being good enough. The fear of being rejected by her angelic self.Â
Man, he sighed taking another swig of the bitter liquid, it was indeed going to be a long night.
And I want you
When heâs playing all his games
Jason watched her the whole night, even when she got her turn to dance with Dick. The sight really tore Jason to pieces. He would almost rather get beaten with a crowbar then watch that ever again.Â
It was hard to pick between swooning over the smiles and giggles passing those luscious lips of her and punching the absolute shit out of Dick as he led her on. But, he chose to just let her be happy for the moment.
However that moment was short lived as people who stood idly on the side were pulling into the center of the room to dance. Every time someone tried to coax him over he would snap at them. That was until she held out both of her hands out to him, at first he shook her off. But, unfortunately for him, (y/n) was just as stubborn as he was and she was going to get him out on that floor even if it was the last thing she ever did.Â
Puffing out her chest strut over to his isolated figure. Oh, how he wished she had not come over to him. Who the hell was he if he had denied the pouty expression on her face that was supposed to be a menacing glare.Â
And it gets hard to tell who's the victim
Both of them danced the longest together which kinda pissed off the baby bat who wanted her attention oh so badly. Jason could give less of a shit thought, he was going to make the most of this moment.Â
Two partner rotations had gone by as people swayed with the music, but he wasnât quite ready to give her up. Life, like always, didnât seem to want to comply with Jasonâs wishes as she was swiped from him amongst the crowd as another person was thrown into him.Â
The two youngest were quick to catch onto Jasonâs dilemma. Tim felt kinda bad, the longing stares of a broken man really did a number on the sleep deprived boyâs heart strings. Damian pretended to not give two shits, he values Dick as an important role model, but even Damian knew that Dick was no good for his beloved Ummi. If Damian had to choose between the two, he would rather her go with Jason.Â
When Iâm watching you watch him
The cycle continued just as it had for months on end. Jason would look her way, but his gaze was never returned.Â
Oh, what is left to learn to learn
When he would let you crash and burn
She would give her romantic affection to the eldest, just like she alway had. And in return Dick strung her along like a lovesick puppy on a loose leash. Never committing to her, but flirting just enough to keep her hooked on in his delusional version of love.Â
He never gives attentionÂ
But you still yearn
One day, Jason prays, one day she will look his way. Giving her even more love then she could ever hope for.
But, that day is not today, or the next day, or the day after that. All he can do is wait hopelessly from his spot.
Where do I fitÂ
Sometimes he wonders if she even sees him anymore. He feels as though he has become nothing but a forgotten memory filed in the back of that pretty head of hers.Â
Jason can only hope that one day she will see him the same way he sees her.
When Iâm watching you watch him
As of lately something seemed to be off. Her eyes werenât as bright as they were. She carried herself in an anxious manner, constantly fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.Â
It concerned Jason to no end. He had no idea why she was acting the way she was, and no matter how far he dug nothing came up. And it aggravated him that Dick ignored her strange behavior, it really wasnât that hard for someone to tell something was off if they had been around her as long as the Wayne's have.Â
Hell, even Damian took notice of her distressed figure. Her state caused the brat to cling to her hip even more than normal. Occasionally, Damian would send a glare the golden boyâs way as he approached the two. Damianâs worried expression shifts to her face to Jasonâs stares in a pleading manner. It was if he was asking Jason to do something. Fix her, help her, comfort her; do something dammit.Â
God only known why I still wait around
Except I hate to see you cry
Imagine his surprise when the angel of his dreams shows up at his door in the middle of the night, tears staining the soft skin of her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy, it's not hard to tell that she had been crying for a couple of hours.
One of Jasonâs old oversized sweatshirts draped over her much smaller frame. She bunched up one of the giant sleeves, a heap of fabric gathered into the palm of her still covered hand. Using the sleeve she wiped her wet eyes making tiny splotches of the fabric darken from the salty liquid.
Oh God, he didnât know what good he had done for her to show up at his doorstep, but he wasnât going to question it.Â
And I need you
But there are things I cannot do
(Y/n) was a sight for sore eyes, even in her grief stricken state.
Gathering her into his arms, Jason pulled her into the apartment quietly shutting the door behind her as to not startle her any further.
Jason had an idea as of why she was upset. Dick stood her up for their weekly coffee get together for the second time this month, opting to hang out with some whore he met at the gala the other month.Â
It was pathetic really. Dick had no concern for (y/n)âs feelings and it made Jasonâs blood boil dangerously close to the lip of the pot.Â
And while this probably would have flustered him in any other scenario, leading to him awkwardly patting her back or something. But, there was only one thing going through his mind at this point. Comforting her. Making all her problems become nothing but a long forgotten memory.Â
And I love you
Like a broken record playsÂ
But Iâm a window pane
A phantom limb
No matter how much it hurt him to hold her so close, knowing that she didnât return his fatal feeling, killed him all over again. However, he would suck it up to if it meant bringing a smile back to that gorgeous face of hers.
Heâs a sucker for her, but at least he knows it. Jason might not be able to admit it in words, but he did his best to relay it through actions.
When Iâm watching you watch him
âThat woman was right, Iâm just not worth it,â She whispered through hiccups.Â
Jasonâs eyes shot down to her in utter shock, his grip involuntary tightening on her frame, causing her to let out a small squeak.Â
What did that filthy pig say to his angel? That gold digger didnât have a clue what the word meant. Oh, Dick was in for it the next time he came around.Â
âI donât know what upsets me more,â Jason muttered gently, âthe fact that she said that or the fact that you actually believe that bitch.â
Clearly his statement caught her attention. Glossy eyes pooling with salty tears threatening to spill over peered into his own.Â
Fuck it, he thought, its now or never.
Taking a deep breath, exhaling hot air through his nose, he threw everything worry and doubt out the window and took his chances.
No matter how many times she tried to wipe her tears, they just kept coming as he spilled out all his thoughts about her. Telling her just how priceless she was to him. Jason made sure not to skip out on even the slightest of detail. His walls shattered, heart lying bare and utterly vulnerable before her. He, himself, couldnât help but let a couple tears cascade down.Â
Taking her other dry sleeve she brought it to his face, gently wiping the water droplets away as they fell. All this time she has been looking at the wrong man. Listening as Jasonâs walls shattered rekindled those mushy feelings she had for him back before his Robin days. Back during the times when they could care less about the world as they fought the harsh world side by side.Â
Those feelings she pushed down when he came back guns blazing. When he disregarded everything he once had, putting all his pain into the bullets in the barrels of his guns. Though she never gave up on him, it was hard for her. All he did back then was push her away, giving her the cold shoulder time after time again. Though all her efforts were kicked to the side and stomped on at the time.
Dick was the only one to comfort her back then. Maybe it was the comfort and reassurance that drew her to him all those times, but what does it matter anymore.
When Iâm watching you watch him
Little did they know the two nosey pairs of eyes watching them through the window from a roof a couple buildings over. Binoculars peered into the living room where Jason and (y/n) rocked back and forth on their feet in each other's embrace.Â
Smack!
Both Red Robin and Robin let of a high pitched yelp as the binoculars were swiped from their faces. They stared at each other with wide eyes of surprise, a heavy grunt brought them from their daze. Neither one of them wanted to look behind, acting like toddlers being caught doing something they knew they werenât supposed to.Â
To giant gloved hands extended palms up in front of their faces, a wordless demand to hand over the devices. Of course they did as they were told, but not without complaining and throwing a couple jabs at one another. The boys headed in the opposite direction to patrol the remainder of the city.Â
Once they were out of sight, Batman put the binoculars to his eyes. A rare smile graced his rough feature at the sight of the two. Hooking the lenses to his belt he went after the bickering boys.
It was a start. It was their start. The start of something beautiful in the years to come.Â
When Iâm watching you watch him
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Piers playing Minecraft with the boys/trainers
Idk, this compels me, letâs do this shit Â
Piers and The Boys Playing Minecraft
Leon is hosting and he invites everyone he can to play with him. Piers shows up last and chuckles at the absolute shit show
Leon: WE. ARE. SUPPOSED. TO. CREATE. SHELTER. Piers: Whatâs with the hole? Leon: Raihan is digging straight down Raihan: Found a fucking cave. What have you found besides flowers? Leon: We need to create a shelter before nightfall- Piers: Mate, how far did you dig? Raihan: I found iron already if that helps- Piers: It doesnât- Bede: I found a mountain top that would make a good base Gordie: No, Zombies can climb mountains. We need to make a treehouse- Piers: Whatever Gordieâs doinâ Iâm followinâ Gordie: Hell yeah, roomies Leon: We are supposed to live TOGETHER- Piers: I mean, we share the world. Why bother sharinâ a roof- Bede: Is no one going to help me build the mansion? Piers: Iâm making a treehouse- Gordie: Well come on then! Piers: Mate, I JUST spawned in, I only found Leon cause he and Rai are RIGHT here. Where are you? Gordie: If you look in the distance youâll see a dark wood forest- Piers: Those are bad news, you want to make a home there? Gordie: Itâll be fun Piers: Canât argue with that, Iâm cominâ Piers wanders off and Leon is looking down Raihanâs hole he dug. He suddenly falls in, hitting the ground and making Raihan laugh. Leon doesnât say a word. At the same time, Bede is attacked by a bear and panics, falling off the mountain. When their deaths pop up Piers shakes his head, Gordie snickers.
Piers: What happened? Raihan: Leon fell in my hole- Leon: Please donât say it like that- Piers: Damn, at least buy him dinner first- Gordie: That needs to be all over the internet- Piers: Pretty sure it already is- Leon: Did you pick up my stuff? Raihan: Yeah, I got it Bede: Oh please, donât all come help at once. Piers: We werenât. Gordie, finish up the floors, I got the ceiling- Bede: I WAS BEING ATTACKED Gordie: Yeah, Normally you see Iâd give a shit but weâre almost done with a SICK loft- Piers: Howâd this sheep get in our treehouse? Gordie: Sheâs our pet now Pier: Naminâ her Marnie- Bede: Leon since Iâm here, we can build a house together Leon: Great! Once Raihan dies we can get started Raihan: Found Diamond! Piers: Pft, there goes that plan Leon: Great. come back up here and help us build a house Raihan: Iâm going to move into a village and live the good life. Iâm not wasting my time building a house. Gordie: Youâre just going to mooch on a Testificateâs couch? Piers: Are they still called that- Bede: Why does no one want to cooperate!? Gordie: Me and Piers are cooperating just fine Raihan: until you start dying of hunger and you kill Marnie for mutton Piers: Iâd kill him Gordie: Relax, I have rotten flesh to keep me full- Bede: You EAT that stuff? Raihan: Thereâs literally no downside to it- Leon: Just raid village garden for their potatoes- Piers: You have to find one. Gordie: Then you have to deal with Illagers- Piers: Sometimes- Gordie: Too often- Bede: What are Illagers? Everyone is silent for a couple of seconds. Gordie chuckles to himself. Piers:... What version were you running? Bede: Before today I was running 1.12. 2 for modding purposes- Piers: Oh, shit, Gordie we have to watch this Gordie: This is going to be hilarious Piers: Do you have a lede so we can bring Marnie? Gordie: Weâll name a new sheep Marnie Piers: Iâm fine with that. Letâs all move into a village Raihan: This is going to be fun Bede: What the hell is everyone talking about? Leon: Illagers are like evil villagers. Occasionally theyâll raid the villages- Bede: Thatâs interesting- Leon: Letâs see how it goes.
They move into the village together, everyone in a separate house except Piers and Gordie. Together they built a secret bunker under their house to protect from the inevitable raid. The Raid hit at the worst possible time. Gordie was taking their pink sheep Marnie for a walk, Piers was chopping trees in the nearby woods, Bede was farming in town, Leon was crafting in his house and Raihan was trading. Â
Bede:.. What is that bar- Piers: Fuck, Iâm not at home- Raihan: ABANDON SHIP! Gordie: THEY HAVE A RAVAGER- Piers: Get Marnie into the bunker. If she dies, youâre moving out- Leon: You guys made a bunker-? Gordie: Way to go Piers, theyâre going to mooch off of us- Bede: Who is shooting me!? Leon: Iâm not at all equipped for this- Raihan: I packed my shit and Iâm already moving somewhere else. Gordie: Donât worry, I got Marnie into the house Piers: Thank fuck. Leon: Oh that farm is Decimated- Thereâs a vex around here- Bede: WHAT IS THAT?! WHY IS THE GROUND MOVING- WHAT IS THAT?! Leon: Bede, Get inside! Thatâs a ravager, avoid the fairy things- Piers: Shit, we didnât prep for Vexes Gordie: pft, You didnât Gordie opens the secret passage to their bunker and is face to face with a creeper. Since the house is compact, the creeper blows up almost all of it. The sheep dies in the blast and Gordie barely survives. Gordie: Piers, mate, weâre fucked Piers: What happened Gordie: Marnie died- Piers: ugh, Gordie, youâre shit. Move out of the house- Gordie: There isnât one anymore. There was a creeper in the bunker Piers: Damn I thought it would have despawned by now- Gordie: YOU KNEW IT WAS THERE AND DIDNâT TELL ME!? Piers: I locked it in there like... yesterday- Gordie: PIERS- Bede: Aw, a lovers quarrel- Raihan: This is why you donât move in with friends- Bede: THERE ARE FAIRIES IN THE HOUSE Leon: DONâT LET THEM IN THE HOUSE Piers: I just got back to notice that Raihan took all of his shit out of his house and got the hell out of here Gordie: Do you want the mutton from the sheep or is that like in poor taste? Piers: Iâm taking what I can carry and Iâm following Raihan- Raihan: Anyone else want to become a nomad? Bede: I died about 5 times so Iâll follow. Leon: Come on! We can beat them- Gordie: Iâm bowing out too. You can do it, Leon... without us. Piers: We should have just kept a treehouse. Bede: Fuck villages
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