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I rant so much to my sibling about how fucking idol coded Charles is and you can see it translate into the whole chirlie empire. The putting on the pedestal, super fucking parasocial vibes, feeling like you are owned their time and energy, thinking that you have a say about their dating life (also the vilification of Alex when we literally don't know shit about her) and he also kind of promotes it by not adding any boundaries "i will sign everything please don't ring the bell of my house" (like that is so idols being unable to tell creeps to fuck off because their companies want the money)
Other drivers have fans too and privacy issues come up now and again but it's just another level of shit with Charles that just keeps reminding me of the insanity of the k-pop circles
EXACTLYYY exactly exactly u described it perfectly. Especially that whole ig story politely asking people not to stalk him like bro tf u mean 'please dont come to my house😃' ... that was such idol behavior it was so scary. At least it seems he finally got some security. Listen f1 on this app is what it is but f1twt is another level some of those sharl pages are fr just repurposed army. I don’t think he ‘promotes’ it, it’s just the way he is yk he’s comfortable in front of cameras and he’s naturally very pleasant and charming and there’s nothing wrong wid that. Ferrari was always gonna be the hybe/kpop noise marketing team they just needed 2 young baddies to exploit and now they have them 😭
#ask#🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷#my inbox is a mess I’m sorry I missed ur ask 💕💓🩷#long post#but yuh I agree the parasocial levels wid sharl are crazy#they feel so entitled to him#not just him but like whatvr he does#sometimes bro isn’t perfect and that’s fine it’s not the end of the world he’s still sharl leclerc 😭#the whole helmet thing wid Villeneuve#why are we suddenly talking about his career and that he’s jealous#bro that’s his dad#like obvi sharl himself never meant any disrespect and it was a beautiful gesture#but people lost their minds on twt
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since ur one of the realistic bakugou writers (just like what that anonie said) what do u think about: 1.him being jealous over his s/o. we always see those possessive or jelly bakugou writings, but i think it's kinda over exaggeration sometimes. 2.with affectionate s/o? like, i know things may be very awkward at the start of their relationship but what if his s/o suddenly has the urge to pepper kisses all over his face & hug him so tight? srry if it's stupid😭
Jealousy + Affection
Jealousy
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He’d unsuspectingly pull them into his room when they aren’t looking, closing the door behind the two and standing tall with a displeased frown on his face. Jealousy is one of the feelings Katsuki rarely ever feels. And when he does, he absolutely hates it. It doesn’t make sense to him. He has everything he could ever need. An incredible power, insane strength, intellect like no other and a tongue as sharp as a knife. What the hell would he ever be jealous about? Or at least that’s what he would’ve thought before he got close enough to someone to call his own.
“We needa talk,” he’d grumble, brows knit together. “That ‘new friend’ of yours is pissing me off. I swear they only ever need you when I finally have you to myself.”
He’s realistic. He knows they’re not just gonna drop someone for him just because he doesn’t like them for unproved reasons, but that still doesn’t mean he won’t stop wishing they will. Until then, he’ll keep taking extra measures to make sure they can make up for lost time spent together. He’d spend extra time giving TLC he usually wouldn’t, feeling like he’d need to remind his partner where home really is.
In no way is he being overtly possessive or trying to tie his partner down. That’s just crazy as hell. He’s just worried about the third party’s intentions with his person, untrusting of what their motives may be or what their influence is on his partner. He knows they can handle their own but still it’s just a normal concern.
Then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about so when he has his mind set on something it’s hard to change his mind about it, but he tried to be flexible for them. He tries. Jealousy is a bitch.
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Affection
Having an affectionate partner isn’t always the easiest for Katsuki to deal with but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. Most likely this person would be one of the very few relationships he’s had throughout his life. Being career and goal focused for years on end left him with no time to think about all that lovey dovey bullshit other people his age would drown in. But everybody wants somebody, even if it’s just a friend.
And that’s how the two had started. Being friends with Katsuki is no easy feat. Having to put up with constant yelling, bickering and outrageously childish arguments, it wasn’t a cake walk. But it sure as hell was still fun just like any other friendship. The two had gotten along unsuspectingly well even though their personalities were near opposite. Him being reserved and self righteous; them being outwardly friendly and super connected to people.
In most cases Katsuki wouldn’t give someone like them the time of day, but of course they’re a rare case. His rare case. Katsuki could find solace in them knowing that whatever stupid shit he might spew could easily be returned with matched energy. The sense of mutual respect would then blossom them into a budding relationship, one where he could feel safe enough to fall with them completely.
At the beginning, yes it was a bit awkward. He wasn’t the skinship type at all and didn’t really understand why someone had to be glued to another person’s skin damn near 24/7. But after being slowly acclimated to hand holding, he starts to warm up to mutual touch. Having gotten used to being hugged up by them since the earlier stages in their friendship, of course he knows all their tells months into their new relationship.
Occasionally coming in for a hug, he’d accept, letting them do so as long as it wasn’t overly performative. There’s a happy balance in everything so he’d gotten to learn how to take it with stride after a while. Well, only if they hadn’t pestered him with too much physical contact in one day. One too many hugs? He’d put a palm to their face and lightly shove them away, not using any real strength to hurt them. Only enough to send the message that he’s all hugged out.
Of course, if he noticed he’d been neglecting their love language of touch, he’d concede, but in his own way. Loungin on the couch with them, he may glance down and notice their hands resting in their lap as they focus on the television. His gaze would drift up to the side of their face, watching their expression closely before taking their hand in his and putting it in his lap instead, lightly stroking the back of their hand with his thumb.
Katsuki can be a hardass sometimes. Most of the time. But he’s incredibly perceptive of people, especially those he holds close to his heart. So of course he’d do what he can to make them feel comfortable around him all while keeping himself comfortable and preserving his own boundaries.
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#I’m late I know#sorry for the hiatus#mha headcanons#bakugou katsuki#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons#katsuki bakugou#my hero academia
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Some lestappen thoughts in these trying times:
I think Max and Charles have a bond unlike anyone else in F1, even though they’re not that close of friends. I’d even go so far as to say they’re trauma bonded.
We all know Jos was downright horrible. It’s quite reasonable to assume that this was very hard on Max as a child, and that he felt alienated and alone (recall the quote of him saying it would’ve been nice to be able to play football with kids his age, sometimes). The only times he got to hang around with kids his age was on the race track. And who was always there? Always at the top? Always challenging him? Charles Leclerc.
Charles, meanwhile, had the opposite. He had a entire support system built around his racing career. He had both brothers and his godfather with him, and a fathers love to guide him through. In his teens, he lost both Jules and his father, and suddenly, the only consistent familiar part of racing that remainder from his childhood, would have been Max.
Meanwhile, while Charles was suffering this loss, Max was in Formula 1, in a top team, doing quite well, and had picked up a support system (albeit a likely limited one) in Daniel Riccardo. I think Charles was extremely jealous of Max when he also got to F1 in 2018. Their whole lives, they’d been opponents, and then Max beat him to F1 by 3 years & had everything Charles did not (a good seat, a father, an older F1 driver to guide him). I also think that’s why the Austria 2019 podium ended up being such a big conflict. It was a lot more than just a win to Charles. It was proving himself.
Now, they’ve both matured (Daniel helped Max and Seb helped Charles). They can look back on their karting days fondly, and they both recognize that the only real supportive part of their karting careers that still remains, is each other. All the hatred they had for one another has turned into support, and a kind of respect that very few drivers have for one another.
They have something special. It’s undeniable. There’s no other drivers on the grid that have history anything like them (Pierresteban could be discussed but that’s a whole mess). And now I think they’re old enough to realize they have something special.
Max genuinely cares about Charles. It’s obvious. Their racing is so much different to anyone else Max goes wheel to wheel with. Leclerc is the only driver I’ve ever seen him apologize to. The whole “Charlie I’ve got a space for you!” Thing is still blowing my mind. Max talks about Charles like he’s the only one Max actually wants to race, like Charles is the only person worthy of challenging him. He rates Charles over everyone else even when he fucks up “come on Charles man, too many mistakes” comes to mind.
And Charles is the same way right back, he just usually has a bit more shame. It’s worth noting that he speaks highly about a lot of other drivers, but Max always seems special. He compliments max out the wazoo sometimes. It’s clear that he sees Max as the very best - as the benchmark to beat. But more than that, he defends Max just like we do. Charles always supports Max’s moves on Lando, even when they’re clearly in the wrong. He supports Max’s aggressive racing, claims to LIKE it even, when Max is being constantly harassed by the fans and media.
There’s something between them. Some unspoken reason why they support each other like this and the only conclusion I can come to is that the memories they have of each other are inseparable from their memories of racing. They’ve been competing at the top since they were 6 years old. They know how to be rivals better than they know how to do anything else in the world.
I don’t know if they ever hang out outside of F1. I don’t know if we’ll ever see them interact again once Max retires. But I do know that they’ve shaped each other in a way that will impact them until the day they die. Every untainted memory from their childhoods is about each other. All the memories of loss and abuse are separate to their memories of each other. They are the only thing that remains.
The most fundamental part of racing for Max, is beating Charles. And the most fundamental part of racing for Charles, is beating Max. Everyone else on the grid is irrelevant- an obstacle. They are two halves of the same story and I think that’s more beautiful than any romance book I’ve ever read.
oh anon you are so absolutely right. listen for me, it's the fact that we can talk all day about lestappen and ship them or let our imaginations and minds go wild with w/e but fundamentally? at the end of the day? there is also substance to it - even any form of fandom aside, there are simply facts about them that make them such a beautiful dynamic. there is something so mesmerizing about the level on which they drive, perform, their talents and skills and the way they grew up with and around each other in a sense. the beautiful juxtapositions, the red strings of fate, the way their paths kept crossing and intertwining even before they raced each other again (suzuka being max' first proper f1 test drives and then jules etc.)... there is just something cosmic about them that (as stated in some previous post) almost boils down to THEM BOTH BEING LIBRAS which is still driving me insane. the balance. the way this just screams UNIVERSE just as partners in life, as twin flames, as two sides of the same coin, two weights on a scale... again, not even saying this is related to the fandom angle of romance. like you said it almost runs deeper than that. and i, personally, refuse to be normal about it the same way the two of them are never truly normal about each other.
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instagram j.b.
summary: follow along with joe and his wife evie as they go through his football career
*face claim is yasmin quintana*
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millyg: beautiful beautiful bestie
> evie: miss you so much mills 🥺
user: you deserve the best, we love you too.
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> evie: big head
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evie: i ain’t mad, i just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans.
> joeyb_9: i meant to write you sooner, but i just been busy.
> user: this is what i aspire to be when i fall in love.
heykayadams: oh!
user: JOE WHAT DID YOU DO
> evie: he broke the law of “don’t mess with your hair without telling your wife”
user: I can’t believe ev let this happen
> evie: this was out of my control im afraid. i’ve been in mourning since it happened..
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user: the real joey b
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user: the new hair looks amazing!
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user: babe, i thought we talked about this.
user: number make you laugh sometimes (again)
user: blondes have more fun.
> evie: are you telling me i’ve been missing out all these years?
> user: girl.. you used to be blonde.
> evie: that was besides the point……. 😅
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> evie: you’re too kind 💗
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> evie: i made them per request by jb.
user: you are obsessed with cowboys.
> evie: it’s all the westerns my grandpa made me watch.. and maybe a little bit of Scott Eastwood in the longest ride…..
> user: she’s just a girl
joeyb_9: arcade showdown: jb-1 ev-0
> evie: i let you win.
> lahjay10_: nah i know you ain’t let him win yall both too competitive
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user: i’m the prey
> evie: wow.. you don’t look like a championship.
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> joeyb_9: if you make one more cody rhodes/eminem reference im taking away your wifey privileges.
> evie: in the wise words of @lahjay10_ i know you lyin.
> lahjay10_: now don’t bring me into this shit.. me and slim got work to do.
> user: if there’s one thing ja’marr is going to do it’s pick ev’s side. joe are you jealous?
> evie: he is.
user: revenge season.
user: you’re so cutie
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user: WTF was that game?? Tell Joe to quit playing scared
> evie: that was the game of a man who hasn’t played full contact football in almost ten months because of injury. why don’t you get down there?
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> user: she’s just like us
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> evie: we in fact were not ready..
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Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut
Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.
Word count: 4.3K
Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; a few curse words; jealous, possessive Kylo, one tiny bit of violence (not smut-related), inappropriate use of the Force, smut: thigh riding, fingering, oral (f receiving), size difference (and kink ig lol), piv (unprotected), filth really
Author’s note: What bothers me in many Kylo smuts is that he is excessively ruthless. And while I do agree this man is no softie in bed, sometimes the degradation goes so far it’s actually a turn-off to me, so here we have this, the man’s still the leader but doesn’t make you feel like scum ig
"Why did you invite me here?"
Y/N was still shocked she found herself in Kylo Ren's quarters. They had known each other even before she became a First Order soldier, but it was the first time she got to visit him. She didn't know why: ever since she started her military career, she saw him only a few times, and always with his mask on, either arguing with General Hux or walking aggressively maker knows where.
They didn't even talk much, busy with their own duties, however this part changed two weeks earlier. He started approaching her often, talking to her even if he didn't need to and, eventually, asked to come with him. She followed him gladly, but in utter shock at the same time, not quite understanding what he was trying to achieve.
Yet there she was, alone with him in the private quarters while almost everyone else on the ship was going to bed.
It was the first time she was even near his room. Twice the size of her quarters, it was mostly black with red accents just like every interior of the First Order. Everything was dimly lit by one source of light, and it didn't seem like he wanted it any brighter. He gestured for her to sit on a metallic, circular chair while he approached a weird piece of furniture resembling a well filled with ashes instead of water. And then, to her surprise, he took his helmet off to put it there.
He turned to face her, making her jaw drop. She had seen him before, of course, but it was a long time ago. He matured a lot.
"Wow," she breathed out before she could stop herself. "I... I almost forgot how you look like."
"You like it?" he asked with a smirk dancing on the corners of his mouth.
This question made her gulp, because she knew about the Force, she knew that Kylo could read her mind like an open book if he wanted. He even tried to show her the ways of the Force years before, but it wasn't strong with her. That's why she worried...
She worried he knew how attractive she had always found him, and now even more so. Black, thick hair, broad shoulders, the face that looked young and mature at the same time. He was much more pleasant to look at without the mask, although the act of taking it off was hot by itself.
"Is this your way of asking if you're attractive to me?" she retorted, trying to save herself as her First Order uniform suddenly became much warmer.
"You've been on my mind recently."
Her heart jumped for a moment. She threw her ponytail back, but even though she didn't have her hat on anymore, it still felt very hot... And she wanted to keep it cool.
"Is that so? Why?" She raised an eyebrow, engulfed in a weird feeling. She hadn't looked him in the eye for a long time and it made her heart race.
"I saw you have been talking to this one guy lately."
"You mean Admiral Fando?"
Kylo's face was almost expressionless. "Whatever his name is."
"Well, yes, he approaches me often. Tries to be funny, I sup..."
"I don't like him talking to you," Kylo cut her off sharply, rendering her speechless for a moment. She thought she had long forgotten the feelings she used to have for him before joining the army, but when he was saying things like this, it was impossible to stay calm.
She cleared her throat eventually. "Why?"
At that moment, as if she weren't shocked enough by everything he was doing, he sat beside her, making her feel extremely small, both literally and metaphorically. He was huge next to her... And one could almost feel the power vibrating, whirling all around him. It must have been part of why he was so intimidating.
His face was less than ten inches from hers as he leaned towards her to say quietly:
"Because I don't like any man trying to court you."
She swallowed hard, because even if it weren't her he was threatening, he looked murderous, and she knew what he was capable of. "You think he's trying to?"
"Don't be delusional, Y/N. Why else would he do this?"
She knew this question would be very risky, but she asked nevertheless.
"And why are you doing this?" She looked down, then back up at him, trying to understand the situation they found themselves in.
There was a moment of silence, silence so tense Y/N feared they might lose oxygen from the room soon. Kylo was piercing her with his gaze, so intensely it almost made her dizzy.
"You know that I can hear your thoughts. I don't look into them at all, but once... Once they were so loud..."
He moved his face closer to speak straight to her ear. The moment she felt his hot breath tingle her skin, she was hopeless; she had a strong inkling she knew what kind of thoughts he was talking about, and waiting for the confirmation like for a sentence.
"I know your fantasy," he whispered in his deep voice. "I know about everything you want to be done to you. I heard it loud and clear."
Each word was almost like a separate touch between her legs.
Suddenly everything made sense. The dates aligned - she remembered that night her thoughts went wild, her mind playing out every erotic scenario she wanted to experience while she pleasured herself on her bed, but didn't even get half the satisfaction she wished for. Little did she know it made him realise how much he desired her, how much he wanted to act out his own dreams with her, and he decided he would make it happen.
Y/N was surprised herself, but she was not embarrassed at all while listening to him - on the contrary, it was turning her on, and the only fear she had was that he knew her emotions.
"Well, thinking that is not an offence..." she replied breathily, not daring to think he had something else on his mind other than scolding her, even if deep down she wanted him to have.
"That's not what I'm talking about."
He was still speaking against her ear, craning his neck from time to time to watch the expression on her face. Her lips were parted, her gaze half-lidded, and he was intoxicated by that view. Eventually, he decided he wanted to see more of it.
He put his cold, gloved hand on her hot cheek, and the feeling of the leather itself sent a shiver down her spine. All of this was the last thing she expected to be doing that day - but she wished it would never end. He never acted like this, but he always had an effect on her...
He guided her head gently so she would face him, the subtle touch almost igniting a flame between them. She was sure that if he had no gloves on, it would drive her crazy.
After a moment of silence, Kylo spoke while looking right into her eyes. "You're talking to this guy... Do you think he can do it? Do you think he can make you feel as good as you want? Do you think he could fulfil your fantasy?"
His gaze alone was penetrating her, petrifying her completely as the provoking questions echoed against the walls of the spacious room.
She gave in.
"It's not him whom I'd like to fulfil it with."
That sentence alone made him heave a sigh as blood rushed through his entire body. He didn't even need to use the Force; her eyes told him everything he wanted to know.
"Who, then?" he asked even though the answer was right there, in the way she gazed at him.
They both felt that question between their legs.
The only thing stopping him from ripping clothes off of her was that he wanted to do this right, especially now that he knew she desired him just as much. Besides, he would love to catch her off guard one day...
"You could have just told me," he said, making her snort.
"You could have not entered my thoughts."
"You will thank me for doing this," he whispered against her lips, making her heart stop for a split second. She was anticipating something, anything, any touch, words, any action from him, hoping beyond hope he would let the lust from his eyes take over.
He brushed his gloved finger over her bottom lip, trying not to give into the frenzy too quickly. A smirk formed on his face as he was already planning what he'd do to her.
"Let's meet again soon."
He left her that day with arousal, disappointment and anticipation all at the same time.
The next few days were a hell to go through. Kylo Ren didn't leave her thoughts not even for a second, making focusing on her duties almost impossible. But how could she not be thinking about him when she remembered the words he had told her with the velvety voice, when the feeling of his hand still seemed to linger on her cheek? She was constantly alerted, just waiting for the moment he decides to take her back to his quarters.
To make matters worse, he realised what she was daydreaming about, and he absolutely loved it. He made sure she saw him every day so both of them would crave the other person even more, and he was just waiting for the best opportunity to show her that only he could give her the pleasure she had fantasised about.
The opportunity presented itself one calm evening, almost two weeks later, when the tension between them was so high both Kylo and Y/N wanted to throw themselves on the other at any given moment. That evening, she finished her shift and intended to go straight to her room to rest, but Admiral Fando approached her before she could even leave her console.
"Where are you headed?"
"To my quarters, where else?" she replied in a surprised tone as she stood up from her chair.
"Well, you look and smell exceptionally well today, I thought you had some other plans." He smiled at her, and she was given yet another confirmation Kylo was right about him.
But she did look and smell better. Ever since her tense encounter with Ren, she tried to take better care of her appearance, should he decide to invite her again. She shaved herself to the root and used the most deliciously smelling lotion she could access.
"Thank you, but that is just me caring about myself," she replied, making sure everything was in place for the shift coming after her.
"But if you don't have any other plans... Then maybe you'll come and visit my quarters instead."
And Kylo Ren heard that. Every word, loud and clear, even though he was far away from where Fando was standing. It railed him up immediately; this was the moment. He couldn't wait anymore.
Y/N was flabbergasted. She suspected he might eventually ask her this, but had no idea how to react once it happened.
"That is a bit unprofessional, isn't it, Admiral?" she replied half seriously, half jokingly, trying to get out of the situation.
"Oh, come on. I'm not asking anything weird," he continued. "We can just drink tea and talk."
Y/N let out a sigh. She wanted to refuse, but it was quite complicated since he was her superior and it felt like it was against the protocol.
"It's very nice of you, but I..."
"Come on, Y/N," he cut her off, moving closer to her. "I know you're not taken. Do not act unavaila..."
He trailed off because a loud gasp escaped her lips, one that was unexpected by both parties.
"What's going on?" Fando frowned.
Y/N wished she could explain. Just a moment before, she felt something touch her, like an invisible hand, right between her legs. A shiver of pleasure went down her as she realised whose hand it must have been.
Before she even opened her mouth to respond, her heart racing, she sensed presence somewhere behind herself... And soon, a man in a mask was towering over her and Fando, wrath radiating from him.
It all happened in a split second. One move of Kylo's hand was enough; Fando was thrown against the wall, then fell to the floor with a yelp of pain. Ren didn't even give him a second glance as he spoke to Y/N again:
"Follow me."
She did not dare disobey him, did not dare to check on Fando who was whimpering on the floor... She followed Ren step by step to his quarters, and the moment the door closed behind them, he cornered her.
"I told you it would come to this," he said with disappointment, trapping her between the wall and his body, enveloping her in the feeling of smallness.
"He approached me first, I just replied." She intended to respond loudly and proudly, but her voice failed her as he inched closer.
"Then I'll show you," he grabbed the sides of his helmet and took it off aggressively, "why you shouldn't even reply to scum like him." He threw the helmet into the ashes, his eyes never leaving hers.
She suppressed a shiver as he put a gloved hand under her chin. Her eyes, wide and full of admiration, were staring back at him, and he couldn't get enough of that view.
He smirked. "I should have done this sooner."
"Then stop talking and start doing already. You left me waiting for so long," she said before she could stop herself, making him sneer.
"Cocky, aren't you?" He took his hand back. "Why don't we change that?"
For a split second, fear overtook her as he took a step back, and she had no idea what he was about to do. He threw his cape off, then put one of his hands in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.
Two invisible hands cupped her breasts at the same time, pulling out a gasp out of her yet again. This further confirmed he was the one responsible for what she felt back at the bridge. It was such a weird sensation, but a pleasurable one, something being there and not existing at the same time, vibrating, pulsating against her body while he wasn't touching her at all. He had never done this to her before.
"I-" She sighed heavily, trying to form a sentence as the large hands massaged her breasts. "I didn't know you- you could do that."
He clearly enjoyed these words as he smirked again. "See? You've underestimated me... Not the first person who has..."
He moved closer to her, maintaining the Force touch - and it made her want to act, too.
"You underestimate me as well, Kylo."
She stood on her tiptoes to grab him by the neck and bring him to her lips. Caught by surprise, he lost focus for a split second, but then quickly seized the initiative again. His invisible hands were untying her hair and taking off her hat or gloves, while his real ones were roaming her body, looking for openings in her uniform.
Minutes passed and she was beginning to lose her breath. She had never thought he'd be kissing her, yet there she was, letting his tongue in anywhere he wanted.
He eventually grabbed her buttock with his one hand and her thigh with the other, raising it so she would wrap it around him. When she did, his arm travelled to her nape, and he held it tight to kiss her hungrily. Hell, fire was flowing through him while he was doing it. Who knew her taste would be so addictive, her lips so soft he could nibble and lick them constantly? Had he known all of this, he would have been devouring her ages ago.
His kisses were hungry and demanding, making her dizzy, but that was just what she wanted. At that moment, she was so drunk on his taste, scent and noises she would allow him to do anything to her. Each of his sharp breaths, loud grunts to keep focus on the Force, the strong, fresh scent that lingered on his body... All of these things made her notice him and him only.
"Fuck," she whimpered against his lips when his real hand slipped underneath her pants. He immediately circled her clit through the material of her panties, causing her to buckle her hips.
He let out a triumphant laugh. "Look at you, and I haven't even started yet..."
The invisible hands took off her boots, and then her pants, roughly, almost causing her to lose balance. Kylo pulled her towards the circular to sit on it, and then made her settle on his thigh.
It was huge. She felt it well as she straddled it, heat from between her legs already spreading throughout her half-dressed body. She knew what he was doing; it was a picture taken straight from her mind, one of many he must have seen...
"I don't think I have to tell you your own fantasy..." he said, planting a kiss on her neck. "Ride it," he added in a commanding voice. He meant it.
The first thrust of her hips pulled a moan out of both of them. When she noticed it was already much more pleasurable than rubbing herself against furniture, she grabbed his arms as tightly as possible to steady herself and began moving back and forth.
The friction did it for him. The invisible hands took her shirt off, while the real ones grabbed her hips strongly enough to leave marks on them. She didn't restrain herself from any noises, and they turned him on more than he thought they would; his pants becoming tighter on him was the best proof of it.
That's why he didn't let her do it for long. Without any warning, he cradled her in his arms and took her to his bed. He let her lie down on the black sheets as he stood in front of her, enjoying the view - she was already soaked, just like his thigh.
"I'm taking whatever I want now," he announced to her, looking her up and down with no shame.
She just smirked, because from her new position she could see the bulge in his pants, one she knew she caused. Who knew she could have such an effect on the Kylo Ren?
"Do it," she replied with no hesitation, craving for him.
He took his gloves off and tossed them to the floor before kneeling in front of the bed. Her heart stopped just for a moment; was he really going to do it? Was he going to fulfil her another fantasy this easily?
The answer came instantly - the Force pulled her panties down, and he used his bare hands to grab her thighs to open her legs. Flesh to flesh, the sensations were even more overwhelming.
She closed her eyes, waiting for what's to come and let out a squeal when he planted a kiss on her inner thigh, massaging them at the same time.
"Open your eyes, look what's coming for you," he demanded. "He wouldn't be able to do to you what I'm about to..."
She obeyed and saw his face for a split second before his mouth came in contact with her clit. A very long lick was followed by an absolute madness of licks and sucking, almost like he took his time to prepare for it. He wanted to make her shake, and it quickly turned out it was the right way to do it as he saw her grab at the sheets out of pleasure.
The moment she moaned out his name, Kylo became drunk on the control he had over her. He let go of one of her thighs to speed up the process of her becoming undone...
"You feel good?" he asked right before sliding two fingers inside her, earning himself the loudest moan yet.
She couldn't think straight enough to give him a cohesive answer. She grabbed him by his thick hair, burying his face in her. "Fuck, Kylo."
He snorted with satisfaction. "I'll take that as a yes."
He soon added a third finger to pump in and out of her, remembering the number from her thoughts. Even she, however, didn't expect them to be this big. The sensations were indescribable; his tongue nor his fingers didn't slow down for a second, making her think she was about to have an orgasm and a heart attack.
She came. She came for the first time in months, because she couldn't quite reach that level of pleasure herself. A powerful orgasm rocked through her, her legs shaking, her breath shallow, and at that moment she was sure no other man than Kylo Ren could make her feel like that. Maybe it was the Force, maybe it was his size, maybe it was her desire for him - either way, she hadn't even hoped it would feel this good.
He let her ride it out to the end, then stood up, his face and fingers glistening - the proof of her satisfaction.
She began sitting up slowly, trying to catch her breath. "Kylo, I-"
"Stay where you are." He pressed her back into the mattress with a wave of his arm. "I am not done. I want you to not be able to think about anything else than this."
Y/N didn't even get to cool down and she was already turned on again. She watched in awe as he removed his pants and boxers, revealing his erected cock without any shame. Her mouth fell agape; not only because it was the first time seeing him naked, but also because it meant he intended to go as far as they could.
He looked at her with authority, clasping a hand around his length - as a result, she felt even smaller than in reality. If he were to interrogate her, she would be cowering, but at that moment, she was excited and waiting.
"Now, can you give me one more?" he asked quietly, his voice working wonders on her.
"Depends on what you're about to do."
"Make you beg," he used the Force to open her legs even wider, "for more."
Before she could respond, he started slowly rubbing his cock along her cunt, letting out a grunt that made her roll her eyes back. It went on for a few seconds, the sound of the wetness echoing in the room and arousing them even more.
And then, without warning, he slid into her with just the tip, then pulled out quickly. He repeated that a few times, slowly driving her insane.
"Kylo... Please..."
That's what he wanted to hear.
"Tell me what you want and you'll get it."
She gulped. The perspective of telling him what was on her mind seemed humiliating, especially that he knew exactly what she wished for.
She tried to save herself. "I cannot give orders to you."
As she expected, he did not buy it.
"Say what you want. That is my order," he replied, moving the tip once more to stimulate her further.
She closed her eyes as if bracing for impact. Alright. She could do it. It were mere words separating from another wave of pleasure. They were nothing compared to the fact that she was lying there with her legs open for him, weren't they?
She took one last deep breath. "I want you inside me."
He smiled with satisfaction. "As I thought."
He ended her torture as promised. He slid into her, slowly, because it was a lot; after all, nothing about him was small-sized.
She thought he would stay standing, but it wasn't the case. Right after a few of the first thrusts, he put his hands on either side of her body and continued dragging his body passionately, making sure to fill her up completely each time. She felt unbelievable.
"Who is making you feel good now?" he asked after hearing a moan from her, trying to hide the grunts of pleasure which were taking over him as well. "Who is the only person who can?" he rasped, keeping his head close to her neck to kiss it.
"You." She breathed heavily, her whole body shifting on the bed with each of his movements. "Only you."
He used the Force to keep himself steady and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pinning them over her head just to feel even a bit more of control. There was no mercy in his thrusts, ones he had been waiting for for days, the sexual tension finally resolving.
She didn't know if she were to have another orgasm, but he was certainly coming to one. She could hear and feel it as the powerful thrusts became sloppier, and the loudest grunt yet escaped his lips.
"You'll take it all," he almost growled, "for me."
That was his last warning before he reached his peak, letting all of it fill her up. It was insane, the whole scene, the emotions, the sounds of their breathing in the spacious room...
He placed one last desire-filled kiss on her lips, then stood up eventually, pulling out of her, leaving her with her wrists burning. She had no energy to raise again, and he stood there, watching with triumph how his cum flowed out of her.
For a moment, there was a silence, in which they both tried to regain rational thinking... And realise what had just happened, and that there was no turning back - but neither of them regretted it, not even a second. They both got what they wanted and were already thinking about repeating it.
Kylo used the Force once more to pull her closer, then put his hand under her chin again.
"You're not going to even think about anyone else now, are you?"
She smirked, still feeling his cum dripping down her thigh. "Is that your way of saying you want me only for yourself?"
"You're so right."
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Turn Back Time || s i x
Summary: You were never sure when it started to fall apart but it did. 10 Years later and now you're facing him again. Will it reignite the feelings you both once had for one another? Or will you both end up walking away from each other once again? Word Count: 2228 A/N: WARNING!! MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE. Her story past is finally revealed.
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“So who’s going to go first?” You were anxious. You were about to reveal everything that had happened ten years ago and you were scared that Satoru would hate his clan. Or worse maybe even hate you for lying and running away. “I’ll go first.” You looked up at Riko who took a sip of her drink before speaking, “Satoru and I are not actually in love or engaged. The only way that we could stop my sacrifice to Tengen-sama was if the Gojo clan was supporting my decision. Also I am actually dating Suguru.” Riko let out a sigh of relief, cheeks tinted red as she said the last part of her statement. Suguru placed his hand on hers with a smile that made you so sure he was absolutely enamored with her, “You did good, baby.” You felt a rush of relief. It took everything in you to not smile. He hadn’t moved on. It was fucked up but you were happy because that would just mean that maybe after you tell him everything you can be by his side again. You looked around the table to find only Hime was shocked. Typical. Of course all three of them knew their deepest darkest secrets but left everyone else out. “Wait What?!” You slightly giggled at her slightly exaggerated reaction. Satoru watched you giggle. There it was. Your sweet innocent smile he had missed. A smile he hadn’t seen since the day you vanished.
You cleared your throat, “Okay I guess it’s my turn.” You felt everyone’s eyes suddenly focus on you. ”For my story it goes back before I had even met the three of you…As you all know my past wasn’t exactly the easiest, I have never told anyone about it. Not even Satoru, I never had the chance.” You paused as you started to feel your heart beat faster. Here you were about to talk about a part of you that you had never once told anyone or spoke to anyone about unless they already knew about it. You took a deep breath. “My mother hated me. That much you all knew when you saw the bruises and the cuts on me when we had all first met.” You paused. You never realized how painful those memories were for you until you mentioned it. Satoru watched as you bit the inside of your cheek. He knew you were stopping the tears, a habit that he knew you picked up from the abuse. “The reason she hated me so much was behind the secret of my birth. My mother’s family is a very affluent family. They had political pulls, so when they found out that their youngest daughter had gotten pregnant, unwed, they had tried their best to hide the scandalous affairs. They were quick to find her a husband to hide the fact that she was pregnant from some unknown man. Except to my mother that man wasn’t unknown. It was just someone that had been born with no status or money. Something my grandparents had required from her. She tried to run from her family but they had been one step ahead and murdered him. Losing the love of her life she took it out on me. At first she was just negligent of my needs, she never cared to pick me up or hold me as a child. Everything really just escalated when she had a child with her husband. She cared for and loved her in a way she never was able to with me.” You choked on your words. For once you realized that you were jealous. Jealous that you never received that warmth from her but it was all too late now. So why were you hurt by it?
“Her husband was never home because he just wanted to be connected to my mother’s family,for their influence on his political career, since being married to my mother he was able to become more successful. He did care for me and my sister. He would buy us toys and he would read us stories, he would give me the parental love I lacked from my mother. And he loved me because to him I was his first-born…But my mother was jealous of the attention he was giving me so in a drunken state, one night, she told everyone…including myself the truth behind my birth. Then just as she wanted all that had stopped. My father would push me away or completely ignore me when he was home. At this point I was alone, even the maids had treated me like trash since they knew my parents didn’t give a damn about me…Just like how she wanted.”
Satoru watched as you weren’t able to stop the tears any longer. “Then the abuse escalated as I got older. She would hit me,starve me, burn me,or cut me. But only in places no one would ever find, I always wore baggy clothes or long sleeves. The dresses I wore were always past my ankles. Like a doll on display they made sure I looked picture perfect. To keep their little illusion that our family was perfect, alive. I mean after all I am still a politician’s adored daughter. I mastered smiling at a crowd and waving when I had two broken ribs from a beating I received the night before. At school, my sister’s friend’s would make my life a living hell. Of course no one did anything. But all the reasons for my resentment towards her to grow. Because why was I receiving this treatment but she was always clothed in the best brands, given the best food,and was protected from harm. Wasn’t I their daughter too?” You wiped your eyes as the tears started to blur your vision. Remembering the times when she would make friends you made somehow hate you or move away. “Then I started to see things, curses. Created from my mother’s hatred towards me, my father and sister’s indifference to my treatment and the way everyone around me treated me. It manifested into something that was killing those around us. I was able to see them and I tried to protect them…but instead they blamed me and wanted me gone. Dead.”
Satoru’s heart sank. He can only imagine how you felt knowing that the people who earned a God-given right to love someone as precious as you wanted you dead. He clenched his fist, he thought how right you were not to tell him about this when he was younger because he knew he would’ve killed them for even thinking about killing you. He didn’t understand why they were unable to find the need to protect your sweet innocent smile he fell for. “So they heard of the sorcerers, called them to come and exorcize me, I suppose. That’s when I met Principal Yaga. Everyone around me had harbored such great hatred for me that the curse they had manifested was a special-grade.” You laughed, pain being so apparent in it. You began to sob as you remembered the fear you felt that night. At sixteen you were sitting on the floor of your childhood home’s basement. Looking up at the man towering over you as his gaze softened realizing that you weren’t the threat. You remembered trembling but quietly accepting your fate. To die in his hands. You remembered just as clearly as Principal Yaga did, the look of defeat on your face. You had already gone through so much, so as an act of kindness he brought you to his world. You had always remembered to thank him for his decision that day. You recalled that for the first time in the past ten years you endured your abuse, you cried. You sobbed uncontrollably as he picked you up and coddled you like you were his own child. You remembered asking yourself that maybe if your father had lived you would know the warm embrace of a parent’s unconditional love. You held your hands to your mouth to muffle the whimpers you let out between your sobs. Too busy muffling your sobs you hadn’t realized that Satoru was now sitting next to you.
“I…I remembered how he looked at me that day. But I also thought that was it. I was going to die finally. I did think about how I can fight it. But why? Next thing I knew the curse started to attack the Principal and I didn’t want anyone else to die so with the little energy I had left I activated my curse and saved him. That was when he decided to protect me. To save me. For my family they aren’t dead but they did hand me over to Principal Yaga...willingly. They told everyone they knew that I had died from an illness and so now I live in the shadows as a long-lost relative of the Yamaguchi clan.”
You paused as you looked up at Satoru who is now where Suguru had been. He had a pained expression painted on his face. You were embarrassed now that he knew your pathetic past. “I was born as a curse.” Satoru’s face cringed as he felt the pain of you calling yourself a curse. Because to him you were a blessing, a blessing bestowed to him by the gods. Because he alone was the honored one and he strongly believes you are his greatest gift. “Something who reminded my mother of the love she lost. I never thought I deserved love until I met you. But the Gojo clan…they heard about us. Our ‘great’ love story they called it. So they looked into my birth and looked into my past. They were able to find out about the history behind my birth father. And they told me that for you I wasn’t good enough. They said that if you were to become the strongest I would have to let you go.That my past would only hold you back…that the same way I held back my mother, who was now thriving now that I was gone.” You sniffled, looking back on the pain of seeing your family happily on tv. Smiles that reached their ears. Something they had never been able to do when you were in their life. Recollecting your thoughts about their lives being better off if you hadn’t been born. “Seeing that they were right, my family had been better since I had left. Because I was their curse. I thought about how I was affecting you all. Both of you almost dying and Shoko almost losing Haibara…all those would never have happened if I hadn’t showed up. That’s what I thought…so they forced me to make a decision. That I leave while you were unconscious or I stay and you no longer become part of the clan.” You bit your lip as you remembered looking to Principal Yaga for help. You looked at him to defend you, to protect you as he did when he saved you from your family. Your heart shattered as he averted your gaze and agreed with the elders. And once again you remembered that you were alone. In this world there is just Y/N, everyone’s adoration will fade in time even if they state how much you mean the world to them because if they found out about your history they will hate you just as much or maybe even more than your mother did. And that was something you wouldn’t be able to handle. To watch Satoru lose interest in you. To find him resenting you for making him choose between being a Gojo or being with you.
“I didn’t want you to resent me for taking what you thought made you so great. So I left for Kyoto, where I made sure there was a wall between where I stood and where everyone else stood. All I wanted was the best for you. For all of you.” You said while flailing your arms as you sobbed harder. You felt Satoru pull you gently into his arms. A warmth you have always craved and missed. “I’m sorry…” Satoru heard how defeated you were. He can only imagine the agony you had felt when you decided to carry the burden of leaving him. He patted your head and you sobbed into his arms as if you were a child again. “I’m sorry…Y/N…all this time I resented you when I should’ve been there to protect you.”
“Those fuck-ass geezers. They picked at her weakness. Played her trauma so that she would leave you willingly. I should’ve known something was off…I’m going to kill those fuckers.” Suguru stated as he watched his two best friends torn apart by a generation that cared nothing more than who was gonna stay on top. Cared more about the past that they completely neglected the youth with their dumb ambitions. “And I knew everything…I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t my place but if I had stepped in and told you…” You shook your head as you walked up to Shoko hugging her. “No…I know now that we weren’t at fault. It was the adults who exploited our feelings and emotions. So don’t apologize!” Shoko cried harder as she saw you plaster that smile that always felt like home to her.
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You sat there for a good moment. Your eyes glanced down at the article occasionally. Should you tell Thoma? It might not be true but the pictures say otherwise. You continued to stare at your phone. Maybe you should tell Childe? He’s the one who sent you Thomas pic in the first place. Though, he said it was private information.
You bit your lip. ‘What to do, what to do?’ “Hey.” You jump when you felt Scaramouche sit next to you. He looks at you in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You shifted a bit. “Um, well, it’s…” Scaramouche feels himself panic. Was it about the kiss? You seemed into it so he thought- “It’s about Thoma.” Suddenly, his eyes went cold. “What?” You sigh before showing him the article you received. You watched as he slowly took in the information, his eyes widening at each word.
He pulls away once he finished and looks at you with an unamused expression. “So what?” It’s your turn to be surprised. “W-What?” “It doesn’t have anything to do with us so why worry?” “He’s my friend! This adds up to why Childe doesn’t want Thoma to be known to me!” Then, you looked down at your lap. “And why he felt uncomfortable when I talked about DCKZ.” Scaramouche’s brows furrowed. “This has nothing to do with you.” He states but you didn’t believe him.
“Scara, if it gets out that Thoma is dating me to the media and later fans confirms that he’s from Dilucs dating scandal, who knows what can happen! It can possibly not only ruin Dilucs but DCKZ entire career!” He scoffs, “You’re speaking nonsense.” “I’m not! Why can’t you understand-“ “I do understand!” He balls up his fists. “Yn, seriously, this is all bullshit. Do you even believe that’s true?! It could be photoshopped for all we know!” You furrowed your brows and stood your ground. “I’m trying not to cause anything in the later future. Dilucs my friend and-“ “You guys aren’t close, yn! I introduced you to them but that doesn’t mean you guys are buddy buddy.” You grow furious and stand up, placing your phone on the table.
“What’s your problem? I’m trying to speak rationally!” He stands up as well. “You keep saying all that but if you tell them, that’ll start something!” “How?! Enlighten me Scaramouche!” He grits his teeth and you roll your eyes. “Honestly, it’s like I can never satisfy you.” “That’s not even true! God, I get jealous once and suddenly I’m the bad guy!” “I didn’t say anything like that!” You felt your vision go blurry.
“It seems like it! Is Thoma your new guy now or what?” You gasp, “He’s my only friend from school! Are you trying to say I’m cheating on you?!” He scoffs, “Oh please! You were all over him. ‘Friend’ my ass! You clearly prefer him over me!” “That’s not true at all!” “It is, Yn! Everything is always about you when it’s not! You always play victim!” Your eye twitched. “Asshole, I know it’s not about me! You’re the one who keeps making me a bad guy!” “I’m only saying what’s true!” “No, you’re not!” Suddenly, you felt the tears go down with your voice growing sore. “I know you went through a lot as a kid but your trauma doesn’t excuse you to act such a bitch to me!” That pushed Scaramouche off the edge.
“Shut the fuck up, yn. This has nothing to do with my fucking mom you little shit. At least I’m doing something in my life instead of pursuing something that’ll get me nowhere in the future because no one believes in me!” Then, you two went quiet. Scaramouche realized what he said, he notices your tear stains on your cheeks. That all makes Scaramouche feel weak. His mouth felt dry as he talked, “Yn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ “No, it’s okay.” You mustered out but started to burst out crying.
He hurries to your side and holds your shoulders. “Yn, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He says frantically but you simply shook your head as you cried. You forced away out of his hands and collapse onto your knees. “Please, leave me alone.” You say while covering your face. Scaramouche felt his chest hurt like he ran out of air. “Okay.” He watches you cry and cry before he steps out and leaves to his place.
Scaramouche left you there crying and you knew you asked him to but a part of you wanted him to ignore your request and sit down with you. You wanted him to hold you as he said sorry and you wanted to hold him as you apologized too. It’s too late for that now and you were all alone.
You sniffled as you reached for your phone with shaking hands. You opened messages and pressed on Scaramouche’s contact. You began to type but stopped. ‘What if he doesn’t want to see me? I hurt him.’ You swiped away and scrolled to someone else. You clicked on Aether’s contact and decided you’d call him in case he couldn’t text.
He picks up, “Hello?” “Aether,” You croaked as you wiped away your snot. “Yn?! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “Are you home?” You dodged the question with another one. “Yes but are you okay?” Hearing that made you bawl even more. “Can you come over?” You asked him in broken words. “Yes. I’ll be right there.” “Okay.” You hang up and hug your knees.
You didn’t know how long it was until you felt your eyes grow tired. Once they were closed, your door opens revealing Aether. He puts away the spare key and hurried to your side. “Yn, what’s wrong?” You pull him into a hug and cried, “I messed up.” “W-What do you mean?” He asks, hugging you back. “Scara and I got into a fight and I said things and he said things and it’s all my fault.” Aether’s eyes widen since he noticed Scaramouche stand outside as he was making your way to your apartment. He noticed Scaramouche looked rather dull and hearing all this is the reason why. He shushed you, patting your back. “It’s not your fault, yn. Here, let’s sit.” He leads you to the couch. “Did you eat anything?” “N-No.” “I’ll make you something and you can tell me everything, okay?”
You nod and he smiles. “I’ll be right back.” He walks to your kitchen while you wait. When he comes back with a plate of snacks, he sits next to you and listens to your story. He stayed with you until you felt better and you appreciated that. You hope that this can all be resolved even if it takes a big step.
- BREAKUP ARC?!?!!,,!
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- still intense 😜 (i was supposed to post this yesterday but i forgor 💀💀💀)
- team scaramouche or team yn 🤨🤨
- or none cause fuck them 🦅
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Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 12-16)
from her chat with rue, we find out that katniss really isn't observant about the arena around her. she doesn't have time to focus on certain things when she's focused on her immediate survival. so it's interesting that she knows so much about peeta, facts like him having an apple tree in his back garden, because he is someone her senses have focused on since she was 11.
katniss's anger at peeta being with the careers initially again shows that sense of betrayal in her. it's shocking to her because it doesn't match what she knows of him.
similarly, him saving her is also a cause for doubt because she can't distinguish what's real/not real (ahem). not just from the tracker jacker venom but because she genuinely thinks he's playing at caring for her/loving her for the cameras.
"his whole body starts sparkling as if dipped in water" - tracker jacker induced but here we go again with her descriptions of peeta
any time a cannon sounds, she's thinking of peeta, wondering if it's him. in fact any moment she's solitary (not talking to rue), she is thinking of peeta and trying to sort her head out regarding his actions
when she thinks of what gale said to her before the reaping about running away "you and i, we could make it", she says "and suddenly i'm not thinking of gale but of peeta." her instincts tell her he saved her, no matter what her brain has been trying to convince her of thus far in the book. she knows he saved her. she just doesn't know why.
"for some reason gale and peeta do not coexist well together in my thoughts" - honestly, even if she did have a thing for gale at this point, it's really interesting that peeta has come to the forefront in her mind and is constantly being compared to the only person she is truly close to outside of her immediate family. and time wise she barely knows peeta but on a much deeper level, she knows him. up until this point, gale is the person people tell her she'll end up with, like the logical development of them as a pairing. but then here peeta comes and disrupts that. and now she's thinking about him, wondering what gale is thinking about him. she hasn't even realised how much of her own interest and crushing on peeta she's shown us so far.
interestingly rue, not as emotionally averse as katniss, says she didn't think peeta's whole love thing was an act and that has katniss stumped. i think up to this point katniss has really just not been picking up what peeta has been throwing down so hard. his compliments, his genuine banter with her, the subtle flirting he's tried, his not so subtle jealous wondering about gale. like she's so clueless.
"so peeta is out there... wounded badly. but i am still in the dark on what motivated him to betray the careers" girl
#everlark#peeta x katniss#katniss x peeta#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#tgtpto everlark read#the hunger games
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A Better (not) Son or Daughter
MK has been acting like a "goody two shoes" at school and it really starts to get on Mei's nerves until she finally reaches her breaking point
tw for the besties fighting, minor fantasy racism, and anxious mental breakdowns
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
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Mei wasn’t liking how MK was acting at school as of late.
There was just something… weird about it– something wrong about it.
Like how during math class, he started not glancing at Mei’s answers, or at lunch he’d keep quiet, or how during PE he just started laughing along to Qiang’s stupid jokes– and on top of all that she could actively see him hiding or stopping his numerous little fidgets he did during the day.
It was weird!
Of course the teachers didn’t seem to notice the negative behavior, even praising him for “being more focused” which was totally weird because if Mei knew one thing it was that her best friend struggled with focusing just as much as she did (if not more). Of course, his grades were still not the greatest, but he was starting to get C+s and B-s, which made Pigsy proud.
MK really liked making Pigsy proud, so at least he was happy, but… but still. It was weird, and Mei didn’t like it.
What probably frustrated her the most was how she couldn’t even talk about it without sounding crazy or jealous. Like– “Wow Mei, way to be happy that your best friend is getting good grades and is getting your guardian’s approval. You’re such a good friend.”
But it was off! It was weird! It was so very not normal. Annoyingly so.
She wondered if perhaps Qiang was blackmailing him or something, or if it had to do with the whole “Career Day” thing since she noticed the behavior had started right after winter break. Maybe it had to do with Pigsy saying he now “trusted them enough to not need him to drop them off”, which was a lie if Mei ever heard one, but even then she couldn't say why that'd make MK change his behavior. Plus, MK was completely unresponsive to her questioning, especially if it was during class, so Mei was left to wonder all on her own.
Yippee.
“If you keep twisting those noodles you’re going to take the whole bowl, kid,” Pigsy commented with a chuckle.
“Oh! Sorry, Piggy,” Mei apologized, immediately releasing the poor sesame noodles back into the bowl.
“You got a test today or something? Your face is as scrunched as my ma’s playing mahjong,” He laughed a little more, but this time more at the memory than her.
“No, I’m just… thinkin’,” She glanced at MK, who was eating peacefully with his legs swinging (unlike how they’d be at school).
MK suddenly stopped though, looking at her and pointing out, “Uh, yeah we do. We have a history test,” with a mouth full of noodles.
“MK, don’t talk with your mouth full, please,” Pigsy massaged his forehead.
MK laughed and nodded before swallowing. “We have a history test today.”
Right. One of the last ones before school ends. A last ditch effort for Mei to get her grades up, but she wasn’t all that hopeful.
Pigsy glanced at Mei. “Did you know that?”
“Kinda,” She admitted, looking down at her bowl and poking it with her chopsticks.
“You study for it at all?” He then asked.
Mei shrugged. Unless the history had dragons actively involved, she wasn’t interested. And the unit right now was just on some dead chairman guy they were all supposed to really care about, but Mei’s dad had never liked him much, so she didn’t either… whatever his name was.
“Gotta study for these things if you want your grades to go up, kiddo,” Pigsy pointed out while washing some of the dishes from breakfast.
“I know, I know,” Mei lowered her head, picking up a single seed and trying to squish it between her chopsticks. “History’s just kinda… boring.”
“Yeesh, don’t let Tang hear that,” Pigsy joked but Mei could only crack a weak smile.
Pigsy sighed, turning off the sinking and looking at her. “Just try your best, kid. That's all you can do.”
Mei wasn’t really sure she could do her best right now… Heck, she hadn’t really been doing her best since before her parents died. After all, if she were doing her best, she'd be perfect and if she’d been perfect, her parents would still be here.
“Okay,” she said instead, since it made Pigsy happier to think she agreed.
He smiled at her softly, ruffling her hair before going off to grab his keys while Mei shoved a few more bites before throwing the rest in the trash and rinsing out the bowl, which MK copied.
“I can let you copy off of my test if you want, Mei,” Her friend suggested, smiling all innocently.
Mei couldn’t help but roll her eyes with an aggressive huff, making MK step back and give her a weird look, but Mei moved on before it could be acknowledged with words.
She went into her room, shoving a few loose papers into her bag without care just as Pigsy called asking if they were ready to go.
Mei zipped up her bag, giving a glance to the shrine to her parents in the corner of her room. “Yeah! Just gimme a sec!”
Her parents were looking at her with a perfectly neutral expression, their stance and position perfectly neutral towards each other. At least, that’s what it looked like at first, but Mei remembered that photo shoot. It was for a big promotion at her Mama’s company and she had spent hours making sure Mei looked absolutely perfect. In fact, if she focused really hard on her Mama’s dark eyes, she could see her not quite looking at the camera, but at Mei with this look of… expectation. And hope, maybe.
Or maybe she was just paranoid from staring at dead people instead of getting ready for school.
Mei sighed, shoving a water bottle and pencil case into the sidepockets of her backpack.
She shouldn’t be feeling this way. It had been seven months. Her parents loved her. Or love her, if there’s some kind of afterlife or if ghosts are real. But either way, there was love. Mei was loved. It was cool.
Mei ran out of the room and joined her guardian and MK by the door.
“You two ready for today?” Pigsy asked, hand on the doorknob.
“Yes sir, Mr. Pigsy,” MK gave a big, bright-eyed grin.
“As I’ll ever be,” Mei bit her cheek, and with that the three of them were off.
.o0o.
Drop-offs were more like a ding-dong-ditch these days, with Pigsy making sure to step off the subway with them and make sure they got to the stairs okay before watching them disappear, and only then would be begin waiting for his next train (which Mei only knew because sometimes they’d go back down and watch him). If anything, it told Mei he was totally lying about trusting them, but she knew not to confront him since adults were usually sensitive about those things.
It didn’t make the walk to school from the station any easier though, and Mei tried kicking a pebble all the way to make up for being kind of annoyed at MK for no real reason.
“I– um… I could also help you study before class starts… if you want,” MK suggested, and Mei kicked the pebble harder.
“I’m fine. I don’t need help,” She focused really hard on a second kick that sent it across the crosswalk right before a car drove by.
“That’s true, you are really smart,” MK smiled at her but she ignored it, looking both ways before crossing the street, which MK quickly followed.
Mei continued kicking the rock.
“The test is also stuff I mostly knew from my old school– which means you must really, really know it if you’ve been here for so long,” MK continued trying to be all light hearted and stuff, but it just made Mei’s skin crawl, and for once in her life, she was relieved when they arrived at the school.
Instead of leaving the rock, she picked it up and put it in her skirt pocket.
Mei then looked around the yard, seeing some kids playing hopscotch, others doing homework, and a few playing a trading card game. However, Mei couldn’t have been less interested in any of that and so just made her way to Miss Yang’s classroom, which MK scurried to follow like a lost little duck.
Mei greeted the teacher with nothing more than a curt bow before going to her desk, immediately taking out a pencil from her bag and drawing on a crack in the wood.
“Mei, you’re going to get in trouble for drawing on the desks again,” MK whispered, glancing at Miss Yang, but she was busy on her computer.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mei huffed her bangs out of her eyes.
“Mei, Pigsy really wouldn’t like it if–”
“Why do you care so much about what he thinks now, hm? You’re like some little goody-two-shoes– makes me feel sick,” Mei rolled her eyes and scribbled harder.
MK didn’t speak for the rest of the morning period.
Math breezed by uneventfully, with MK volunteering and getting answers wrong like he always did, and Mei trying to not let that annoy her. Reading was boring, science was alright, and then it was time for the history test.
Mei groaned as the “pass-er out-er” handed her her paper, and a part of her thought about writing an insult, folding it into a paper airplane and sending it her teacher’s way, but the fact that Pigsy and MK would be disappointed in her? It was a bit much.
Well, MK’s whole thing felt like “a bit much” to be honest. Like– since when did he expect things from her? Why was he always wanting her to be on her “best behavior”? Since when was he the leader here?
She thought again of her parent’s photo and felt her face get hot with shame as she looked down at her paper. She was immediately bombarded with dates and questions she couldn’t remember if she tried, which only made her face get hotter and hotter. She glanced at MK, who seemed laser focused on the top question about Mao Zhedong’s birthday, and she looked away before he could look back.
Well… at least the test was multiple choice, so she had a 25% chance of getting right by guessing, so Mei filled out random answers before flipping her paper over and resting her head, waiting for the “pass-er out-er” to become the “take-er away-er”.
After five or so minutes, MK coughed, and when Mei looked he was sliding his paper towards her. Mei glared at him, which just made him look confused which made her get more annoyed, and so Mei just closed her eyes once more.
It was another five or so minutes before their tests were taken away and they were dismissed for PE, which also went by uneventfully– until it was yard time.
Mei was still angry by the time they were released outside, and MK was still following her around because despite all that, she was all he had and he knew it.
And, well… that kind of went the other way around too.
But Mei wasn't in the mood for MK today, getting in line for tetherball, a game MK hated, and tapping her foot impatiently as she watched.
“Uh– Mei? I-I don't really… like this game, can we do something else?” MK asked, looking at the other students with unease.
“It's not always about you, MK,” Mei said bitterly, making MK frown.
“Well– yeah, I know, it's just– can't we play something else? Like jump rope or wall ball or something?” MK offered.
“Nope. Tetherball. You. Me,” Mei squinted at the red ball as class athlete, Kija, managed to successfully wrap it all the way around the pole, beating his opponent. Another boy rose up to the challenge, making Mei next.
“You and me? That means you'd have to beat Kija,” MK pointed out.
Mei scoffed. “I've beaten him before, I'll be fine.”
“If you say so,” MK eyed her a bit, but she didn't take her eyes off the ball, watching as Kija and the other boy went back and forth, back and forth, before Kija used both hands to shoot the ball at impossible heights for the average student to fight and he won yet again.
Mei smirked as she stepped up to the plate. “You ready to dance, Kija?”
Kija laughed. “You only won because the whistle blew.”
“Keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll finally get an award for being a ball hog,” Mei cracked her knuckles and Kija growled and served.
The two of them went back and forth, with Mei attempting an angle shot, but Kija managed to snag the chain since he was a bit taller than her. Thankfully though the chain was metal and in stopping her move his wrist was weakened, meaning Mei could go in for a fast ball. If he didn't recover in time, victory would be hers.
Kids watched in awe as Mei hit the ball with overwhelming speed and precision, and she laughed as Kija missed again and again until right at the last possible moment he managed to recover and struck back.
Some kids booed as Mei growled in frustration, hitting the ball as quick as she could, determined to teach this punk a lesson and wipe that stupid smug look off his face.
There was a bit of back and forth, with Mei getting dangerously close to losing her lead here and there but she remained vigilant. After five minutes of intense competition, she managed to wind the ball all the way around the pole and all the kids watching cheered in her honor.
“I don't hear any whistles this time, Kija,” Mei smirked and crossed her arms.
Kija growled. “You're gonna regret that, pony girl,” He threatened, shoving her before storming away to play some other game.
Mei rolled her eyes, taking Kija's place and taking the ball as MK hesitated to step to the plate.
“C'mon, MK, we don't have all day,” she rolled her eyes.
“I– do I really have to, Mei? Seeing you win was fun enough, but I don't really–”
“Just shut up and play, MK,” Mei glared, and MK stood upright in alarm.
She didn’t even give him time to relax before she served, hitting the ball with all the rage and aggression in her heart, causing MK duck and cover his head.
“C’mon, MK, stop being such a coward!” Mei glared, hitting the ball again.
“Mei, stop!” MK shouted at her.
Mei knew she should. That she was freaking MK out and it wasn’t nice. That Pigsy might actually get mad at her if he knew. But her anger felt like a flame in her chest, and she hit the ball again.
“Woah, she’s really going for it.”
“Is she glowing?”
“Why doesn’t Xiaotian fight back?”
“She is glowing! Woah!”
“Someone take a picture!”
Kids were gawking all around Mei, but she was still too angry to pay any attention to the green aura surrounding her and making her heart pound. This time when the ball came her way, Mei grabbed it point blank and let it go before grabbing MK’s collar and dragging him across the play yard until she reached the gate and shoved him against it.
“What the heck is wrong with you, MK?! You’re acting like a crazy person!” Mei shouted at him.
“Me?!” MK was completely lost. “You’re the one attacking me a-and acting like I’m an evil clone or something!”
“You’re the one who’s all obsessed with being all goody-two-shoes-y and getting good grades and not fighting back! What happened?!” Mei twisted his collar tighter and her free hand curled into a fist.
“Mei, stop! Please!” MK noticed and started to cry. “I-I just wanna be good f-for Pigsy! Promise!”
“Stop lying! There’s more, there has to be,” Mei shook him and dared to raise her fist, making MK clench his eyes shut.
“I-I-I’m not lying, Mei, I would never lie to you!” MK sobbed, sending waves of guilt crashing through Mei, but she remained in a fighting stance.
“What’s different, MK?! Hm? All studious, all perfect, thinking that’ll make him happy,” She growled and MK opened his eyes to look confused.
“H-huh? I-I’m not– I’m not perfect, I just wanna be good ‘cuz–” MK glanced around at the other students, before looking back at Mei and deciding to whisper. “‘Cuz Pigsy, he– Qiang’s Dad– he threatened we’d be kicked out, a-and he said things, mean things, about his past a-and he cried, a-and I don’ wanna lose him too, Mei, I don’ wanna,” MK couldn’t speak anymore, choking on his sobs, and Mei let go of his collar, allowing him to sink to the ground.
Mei’s anger evaporated in an instant, only leaving her with an empty, panicked feeling as her chest rose and fell at a feverish pace and kids started whispering around her again.
“Aw man, she stopped glowing…”
“What happened? Did she beat him?”
“Gross! She looks like a demon!”
“I wanted them to fight!”
“This was so lame.”
“Their dad is that pig demon? No wonder.”
“Boo! I wanted to see her punch him!”
Mei stumbled back, finally noticing the hot tears streaming down her face. She looked down at her best friend, who brought his knees to his chest and just kept crying and crying and rocking back and forth. “MK– I– we aren’t–”
Just then she remembered Pigsy’s words all those months ago and it echoed in her mind like a broken record.
“If we slip up like this– get into one too many fights, or get the cops called too often– then you’ll probably never, ever see me or MK ever again.”
A soft “no…” escaped her lips and she fell to her knees, getting dirt all over her knee-high socks.
“I-I– I didn’t mean– I-I just– Y-you were– but now– M’so sorry MK, m’so, so sorry,” Mei began to weep and buried her head in her hands. “I-I ruined it– I-I ruin everything– M’so sorry.”
Mei continued to sob, but briefly stopped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She startled at first, until she realized it was MK, and hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.
“I-I don’ wanna lose Piggy either, MK– m’so sorry,” She sniffled and tried to explain herself.
“I-it’s okay– I just– w-we can’t be mean, you know? W-we need to be nice and happy for Piggy,” MK hugged her a little tighter, and she could tell he was shaking too.
“I– yeah, we– we can be good for ‘im, right? We can be good kids, I know we can,” Mei tried to smile but her bottom lip wobbled beyond her control so she squeezed MK tighter as he nodded in silent agreement.
She felt like such an idiot. What was she doing getting all mad at MK for? What did she hope to accomplish by threatening to punch him? She was supposed to be smarter than this, Pigsy already told her what would happen if she got too rowdy. She was supposed to have listened, but she never listened. That’s why her house burned down and that’s why her parents were dead, she could never just listen–
They’d probably get called to the office again. And then it’d be over– it’d be one fight too many and Mei would never see MK or Pigsy or Mr. Tang ever again and be dragged to the bottom of the ocean to be with her weird mystical uncle or whatever.
“M’so sorry, MK, I didn’t mean to, m’so sorry,” Mei repeated so quietly she wasn’t sure he could hear over his own crying.
The pair of them stayed huddled by the fence crying until the whistle blew and the two of them wiped their faces and clothes as best they could and headed back to their classroom, praying to every god or star in the heavens that they wouldn’t get called up and everything would be okay.
But, no. As soon as everyone was back in their seats and ready for their science class, there was a phone call and Mei and MK were sent down.
Mei kept her face stoic and unreadable, like she had practiced back with her parents despite wanting to cry. MK wasn’t nearly as lucky though, since he had never practiced so his tears just streamed down in a hot mess and all Mei could do was hold his hand and urge him onward until they were waiting in the familiar chairs that should’ve had a plaque with their names on it by now.
They weren’t called in for a while, so Mei kept her eyes on the old clock as it ticked seconds away at an agonizing pace while holding MK’s hand.
After a while though, she whispered, “M’so sorry, MK… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“I know, Mei, I know.”
Mei clenched her eyes shut and took a shaky breath. “I’ll miss you.”
MK could only squeeze her hand and cry more.
After seven minutes, MK was called in first, though he almost refused to go in without Mei. They didn’t have a choice though, and the two were separated.
Mei buried her head in her hands and stayed that way until it was her turn, only catching a glimpse of her best friend before heading in.
“Miss Long, I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again this time,” Headmaster Jiangxi folded his hands and placed them on the table.
“...Are you gonna call Pigsy?” Mei asked, taking her seat.
“It is school policy, Mei. You of all people should be very aware of th–”
“I didn’t mean to–!” Mei interrupted. “It wasn’t even a fight really, I was just– I was so mad– I’d never really hurt MK, not with what I know now– please don’t tell CPS and have us separated or Piggy arrested or expel us, please, please, please, please,” Mei got on her knees and begged, clearly startling the man.
“Miss Long, there’s no need for kowtowing, please,” He urged and Mei took her seat again, face red and hot.
Headmaster Jiangxi took a long breath. “Miss Long, we were never going to expel you or Mr. Qi over this–”
“R-really? What about Mr. T–” Mei slapped a hand over her mouth.
“‘Mr.’ who?” The man looked at her with a hint of concern.
Mei lowered her eyes. “MK told me about something… Mr. Tao said…”
“Ah…” The headmaster glanced at his computer with unease. “I had a feeling something like that would occur. I meant to send an email to dissuade him from presenting, but…” he shook his head. “No matter now, there’s no need for Mr. Tao to know. You said it yourself, it never turned into a fight, did it?”
Mei shook her head. “I just got really, really mad– some kids even said I was glowing, but I didn’t mean to! I swear, I was never gonna actually hurt MK, I just– I was so mad…”
Headmaster Jiangxi nodded to himself as she spoke, typing a few things into his computer and clicking some others. “Am I correct in assuming you’re very familiar with the school’s policy on bullying and violence?”
“Yeah, I remember breaking Qiang’s nose,” Mei confirmed, trying not to smile at the memory.
“In normal circumstances, the two of you would be given lunch detention for a week, on top of a phone call home, but seeing as there was no actual fighting between the two of you and all has already been resolved I see no need for this to go on any records– so long as you swear to be on your best behavior for the rest of the school year, understood Miss Long?” Headmaster Jiangxi gave her a look and Mei’s jaw dropped.
“I– yes sir! I promise! I’ll be the best darn kid in this whole academy, I won’t let you down, I promise,” Mei couldn’t help but beam.
“Don’t get too excited yet, Miss Long. We still have more to discuss,” He reminded, and Mei forced herself to sit back and tried to take a breath, though couldn’t stop her legs from swinging happily.
She waited as he typed a few more things, clicked a dozen more, typed a bit more, and took another breath.
“Your… ‘glowing’... is that something you can control?” He asked.
“Oh, um… I mean it really only happens when I’m really, really scared or angry. I’m just surprised my ‘inner dragon’ didn’t make an appearance too, haha,” She tried to laugh, but Headmaster Jiangxi clearly didn’t find it funny.
“Right… Well, rumors like that are going to be hard to quell, Miss Long, especially with your guardian situation,” He explained.
“But it’s because I’m a dragon, not because I’m a demon. I’m not going to hurt anyone,” Mei frowned.
“I know, Miss Long, but– well– you have brought harm to students in the past–”
“Qiang deserved it,” She muttered.
Her principal gave her a look. “I’m not saying he didn’t, but what I am saying is that I recommend you get this anger of yours under control before it grows beyond my control, understood?”
Mei slowly nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it.”
“You’re a smart girl, Miss Long. You can go on to do many great and important things like your parents always dreamed; you just have to make the right choices,” The man smiled at her softly, and Mei felt her stomach drop.
“R-right, yes. I can– I will. I promise,” Mei stood and bowed.
“I’m glad we could come to an understanding, Miss Long. Your family has always been good to this academy and it would be a shame for us to part,” He nodded at her.
“Yes sir, I understand,” Mei nodded back, fiddling with her skirt. “Am I free to go, sir?”
The headmaster nodded once again. “Have a good day, Miss Long.”
“You too, Headmaster Jiangxi,” Mei meant it as she bowed yet again and stepped back into the outside world.
Well that was strange. But hey, Mei would take what she could get, especially if it meant they weren’t going to be separated after all.
Mei said a quick prayer to her ancestors as a “thank you”, and hurried back to class.
.o0o.
The rest of the day was as Headmaster Jiangxi had warned. Students whispered and kept looking back at MK and Mei– especially stupid Qiang– but Mei was okay because she and MK weren’t going anywhere and that meant there was nothing they could do to hurt her.
During the cleaning period, MK and Mei stayed by each other's sides and swept the classroom in complete silence, which got them a compliment from Miss Yang. It was equally strange for the both of them, but it was a strange day.
Both of them were flooded with relief when the bell finally rang and they were free to board the city bus and ride to Pigsy’s Noodles.
“So… what did Headmaster Jiangxi say to you?” Mei asked, adjusting her backpack as she looked out the window.
“He had a lot of questions I couldn’t answer for a while because I… just kinda kept crying and begging not to be taken away, haha,” MK admitted, messing with the carpeted seating. “He said he wouldn’t call Piggy though, and after that I was able to explain how you were just having a bad day and you didn’t even hurt me and we’re okay now, you know?”
“Ahhh, yeah that explains it,” Mei pieced together. “I was wondering why he was so mellow about the whole thing. I guess I owe you one.”
MK laughed a little. “Maybe… but I’m just glad we’re okay and Pigsy’s okay too.”
“Yeah, me too…” Mei looked down. “I… I really messed up. I don’t know why I got so angry, I just– I don’t know… I guess some part of me thinks Pigsy likes you more than me and you switching to act all good and quiet kinda threw me, m’sorry,” she confessed.
“Hey, it’s okay,” MK smiled and held her hand. “I’m not mad at you or anything, I really should’ve said something sooner about Mr. Tao, but… yeah,” he laughed a little, which Mei copied.
“Still friends?” Mei asked, offering her hand to shake.
“The bestest,” MK shook it and the two of them smiled and laughed the rest of the bus ride before arriving at the familiar noodle shop.
“Hey, you two,” Pigsy smiled as they walked in, drying off a glass with a rag like everything was perfectly fine. “How’d the test go?”
“Oh, right– that did happen today,” Mei completely forgot about everything before recess.
Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “Busy day?”
MK and Mei exchanged a look. “You… could say that.”
This, of course, just made Pigsy even more confused.
“Why? What happened? Some kids get into a fight or something?” Pigsy guessed, moving on to drying off a bowl.
Mei shook her head. “Not really, but it did get kinda close.”
“Yeah, but everything’s okay now and no one really got hurt,” MK smiled at her.
“Ah, I see,” Pigsy nodded to himself. “I gotta say, it is kind of refreshing to hear about kids getting into fights that aren’t you two,” He laughed a little.
“I beat Kija in tetherball–!” Mei blurted out, immediately diverting the conversation.
“Really? That’s impressive, kiddo. Congrats,” Pigsy gave her a smile before going to put the bowl and cup away.
“Smooth,” MK whispered and Mei rolled her eyes, pushing him a little.
It wasn’t long after that that Mr. Tang came back from a long day of studying, and soon the conversation became all about him and the Monkey King– not that Mei minded by any means.
Because this was normal for them. This was right for them.
Things were so right and normal right now and Mei wouldn’t give that up for the world.
#lego monkie kid#lmk#dadsy of two au#mei lmk#mk lmk#pigsy lmk#my fics#hurt/comfort#angst#lil mk and mei deserve the world tbh#i just#oughhhhhh i love my lil babies#why must they fight?#(the answer is I make them but shhhhhhh)
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You and Chris having an argument when both of you having a bad day at work.
Chris Redfield x female reader
p/s: angst with good ending, a bit fluff, Chris Redfield RE8
There was a day where you just really exhausted from your work and you grabbed a coffee after work with your team mates which majority of them are guys. You work as an architect far from your husband’s career as a captain of BSAA. You are just a normal citizen. Accidentally met Chris Redfield, fall in love and married.
Chris was not there. He was in his mission for three months somewhere in Europe. You have used to be alone when he was away. You are very understanding despite being a normal people which some doesn’t understand their job to save the world. You had seen so many scars and heartbroken version of Chris. You had been married for almost a year and a half now and Chris trust you the most.
But not that day. The day you swear to God how could Chris think that way of you. He saw you when he was making his way to buy you some flowers as he was back so suddenly and try to make a surprise. You were sitting at the corner of the cafe with 4 other guys at the table, laughing and smile widely just to wash a stressful day away. You dont’ see him though. Staring at you with a bit of jealousy and stunned. You forgot to tell him that you went out after work and didn’t bother to even check you phone that time.
1 hour passed and you dismissed yourself as the time was already 1910. You was unlocking your apartment grill when you saw a pair of leather shoes outside of your door. ‘Is Chris back?’ you asked yourself and fasten to unlock the door.
The house was dark but you saw a big figure sitting at your couch from the light outside. You know its Chris.
“Baby?” you called him out as you switched the light on.
There he was. Sitting and just staring at the floor. Like spacing out.
“Chris?” you approached him. He slowly turned his head to you. You can see a bouquet of white tulips beside him. Your favorite flower. But the most obvious thing in you saw was his dark eyes. He looked very tired. He was and you know it.
“You okay baby? You’re home” you kneed on the floor, placing one of your hand on his biceps and the other on his left knee, giving him a warm smile. Your eyes started to water. You missed him so much but something seems of. He did not even move.
You gave him a hug. Placing your arms around his neck. Something was definitely off since he did not even give you a hug back.
“Is everything okay love?” you asked again and back to your knee.
“Chris, say something” you shook him slightly. Starting to panic.
“Was it so much fun with those guys?” Chris asked coldly but it struck you to the heart. It shattered to pieces. Your face started to wrinkled. He saw you what?
“You saw me with my friends?” he nodded later.
“I was hanging out with my friends after a bad day at work. That’s all. What? Are you mad about that?” you stood up. Feeling unbelievable.
“It seems like you are better with or without me” he turned his head to the left. “Laughing and smile sweetly” he adds.
“Chris! Are you serious?” you started to rage. He was just being jealous right?
He stood up, walking to your bedroom that you share sweet and sad moments together. You followed him. “Chris, we are still haven’t done talking”. you stood behind his large figure. He took off his coat, prepared to go shower.
“Redfield! You just came back and decide to assume shits to me? Are for real? Aren’t you supposed to ask me first before make a conclusion by yourself?!” Chris shut the bathroom door, leaving you speechless in the center of your bedroom.
“CHRIS!”
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You was squeezing yourself in your short and pajamas on your guestroom’s bed. Crying yourself out. Why does Chris being so cruel to you? Does it has to be such a big deal need to be a topic to fight for? Did he accuse you for being unfaithful to him?
You are loyal to him. You are sure of that. For you, Chris is a perfect person you could ever asked from God. He is matured, reliable and caring. But why does today he had to be such a jerk to say does words to you when he just came back home. Came back to you. Again, you balled your eyes out.
You cried to the point you feel sleepy. Thank God tomorrow was weekend so your workers will not see your puffy eyes. Your body was facing the wall when you heard the bedroom door’s opened but you already about to doze off.
You can feel Chris’s figure stand beside the bed. He sat down beside you and just staring at you black hair. One thing about you that he loves the most is your thick and black hair. He loves it and admires it so much because it was your natural hair color and it was so elegant. He remembered when the first time he saw you your hair was ruby red.in the end of it You dyed your hair just for fun that time but time flew by your hair already turned to the original color.
He caressed your hair. He felt a shit tone of guilt to you. He was also having a bad day at his base. He was back from Europe couple of days ago because the mission was a success but just a personal problems at the HQ. He immediately came home to you but to see you happy with other. He felt that he might ruining your day with his problems yet he was feeling jealous when others sees your beautiful laugh and your smile. Its wide with your red lips. Such a kissable lips for him.
“Hey honey. I...I am... so sorry for saying those words to you. I know I break your heart. I was just.. having a bad day too I should communicate to you. I know I am wrong.” He sighed. Still stroking your hair gently. ‘Fuck, why did I do that to her? She is the love of my life’ he cursed himself.
“Honey, please forgive me.” He stopped. Taking his time.
“I have to admit... yeah, I think jealous is the best word. I feel jealous when other sees how beautiful my wife are. Goddamn it... I...I just wanted to keep you by myself.” He slumped his face on the mattress. Didn’t know or care if you heard it or not because he knows you are likely to be asleep by now. He can always confess again like how he proposed you to be his wife.
Losing you again is not a choice.
He turned his head up when he scenes a movement from you. You turned your body facing him with a half puffy eyes. You both stared each other for a seconds.
“You heard me?” he asked, almost whispering.
“You got me when you touched my hair” you smile thinly.
Chris smile slightly too.
“I’m sorry love. Didn’t mean to break your heart” He said again. A bit clearer. He looked so helpless in his light grey colored PJ which made you though was cute. Big figured guy in a PJ. Kinda turned you on.
“You know you can text me when you’re home so that I can go straight to you after work right?” you said. Voice a bit raspy. He bow down.
“I’m still kinda crappy in making a surprise for you don’t I?” he smirk. You laughed. You lightly pulled his arms so he stood up and joining you on the guestroom’s bed. He laid beside you and you facing each other.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked while staring at your eyes like a puppy.
“Yes you are Captain Redfield.” you smiled widely with a cheeky giggle. “And please don’t give me a silent treatment. I hate it so much” you uttered, low.
“Yes princess. I am sorry, I promised we will always talk it out first.”
Both of you smiled warmly. His large hand caressed you cheek and so did your hand.
“Now give me back my welcome home hug” you demanded with a smirk.
Chris chuckled and gave you huge and tight hug. The best hug you ever had in your life will be always with Chris. It feels like you can feel his love for you flows out of his heart and absorbed into your whole body. Hoping that the love will last.
p/s; still shitty at making a story. hope you enjoy.
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The Crossing: Final Part
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
With what you know about the unsub, the man is an incompetent suitor seeking intimacy with a woman unavailable to him. He thinks he's courting his soulmate who in reality is a total stranger to him. He's making some physical improvements to his body to match Ryan's, but even if he's able to get enough confidence together to speak to Keri, she'd find it more like talking to a twelve-year-old boy.
A very dangerous twelve-year-old boy.
His obsession has heightened, as indicated by him following her to Maryland and the amount of detail in those letters. He writes instead of calls, which could mean that he's afraid of how he'll sound. He might be less educated or have some sort of physical issue, like a speech impediment.
Their paths crossed somewhere in Atlanta, so he followed her. He's watching her, so you need to focus on what exactly she's doing here. His move here means that he's committed, and unless he's caught, he'll never break that commitment.
"What do you need?" Penelope asks when you call her.
"I need you to dig through Keri's life ever since she got the first letter two years ago. Something happened to make him notice her, and I need to know what."
Penelope types, but even through the phone, you can tell she is hesitant.
"Y/N, I'm used to doing this to America's most creepy, but digging through Keri's life like this makes me feel all gross and ugh."
"We have to do this in order to help."
"I know, but it's her business why she takes a large cash withdrawal out in Vegas. Answer: a bachelorette party. Who does she send flowers to every month in Wisconsin? Answer: her grandmother. Wow, she has awesome health insurance."
"Can we stay focused, please?" you ask.
"No, I'm saying it's amazing. Her private doctor was voted Atlanta's best. If that's the case, then why did she go to the Atlanta Women's Health Clinic not once, not twice, but three times?"
A lightbulb goes off in your head, and you turn to face Keri and JJ. Ryan is nowhere to be seen, but you're not worried about him. Your eyes go to JJ's stomach where the yellow glow is more present than ever.
"Thanks, Pen." You hang up on her and head back to the living room. "Why'd you go to the clinic three times last year?" Keri looks away in shame, but this is no time to be shy about things. "Keri, we need full disclosure here."
"Ryan doesn't know," she sighs, and you sit next to JJ. "Back when we were figuring out what this relationship was, I was pregnant. I just couldn't have a baby... not then."
"That was your decision. You don't have to explain that to anyone," JJ says seriously.
JJ's mood suddenly changes, and you know that she knows. She knows she's pregnant, but you don't know if she is considering getting an abortion or not. Whether she is or not, you'll be on her side through it all. She's your best friend, and you need to be there for her through everything.
"I know. Ryan's career was taking off, and I didn't want to trap him. I didn't want us to have any regrets."
"Keri," JJ whispers.
Ryan appears behind her with a pained look on his face. He heard everything. Keri jumps up at the sound of her husband's voice.
"Were you ever going to tell me? I thought you wanted to have kids."
"I do."
"Did you think I wouldn't drop everything to raise a baby?"
"I knew that's exactly what you'd do."
"I gotta go."
Ryan grabs his jacket and his keys before leaving the house altogether.
"Ryan. Wait! I'm sorry!" she says, but he's already gone.
However, he comes back in with grave news. The unsub smashed his windshield because he was jealous of Ryan for having Keri. This is the first act of violence the unsub has shown, and you don't like where this is going.
It's already late as it is, and you're going to get enough sleep in hopes the unsub stays away long enough for you to catch him. By the morning, JJ isn't any better than she was when Keri talked about the women's clinic. She seems more distressed, but you can't talk to her about it with everyone else in the room.
"Detective Berry just took Ryan's police report. He's got about $500 worth of damage to his car," Emily informs everyone.
JJ scoffs and shakes her head, and you sit next to her.
"Hey, why are you taking this so hard?" you ask knowing the answer.
"Keri's life has been turned upside down for the past two years, and then we just come on in and tear it up some more," she says truthfully.
Well, it's mostly the truth. She's upset about the abortion Keri had only because she might be considering it herself.
"JJ, in order to catch her stalker, we need to ask those questions. She knew it would be uncomfortable."
"That's an understatement," she scoffs.
"JJ, you fought for this case," Spencer says quietly.
"You wanted to help Keri. That's what we're here trying to do," Derek adds.
"Then why do I feel like we violated her, too?" JJ says a bit angrily.
JJ gets up and leaves to take a breather, and you debate going after her. You could tell her you know, but that might make her more upset. Instead, you turn to your teammates and continue working on the case.
Twenty minutes later, Keri calls about her stalker and how she saw him. Not up close, but she did see him on the opposite side of the sidewalk from where she was, across the street. She came down to the police station immediately while you get a sketch artist to draw what he might have looked like.
"I knew I'd seen him before. At my dry cleaners, at a restaurant, etc.. I didn't know where else to go," she sighs.
The sketch artist finishes up and hands the pad to JJ.
"Alright, I'm going to get this picture out."
"You did the right thing coming here. You're going to get through this, Keri. You're strong and confident. I have faith in you," you speak the truth.
"You've been smart. You're taking every necessary precaution. You're not helpless, Keri. You're prepared and you're protected," Derek adds.
She takes a deep breath and tries not to let her years fall.
"I needed to hear that."
"Sounds like he's gonna try to talk to her," Detective Berry says.
"It could be risky for him. He's setting himself up for rejection, and if he feels anger or shame, there's a possibility he could turn violent."
Keri's phone rings, so she steps off to the side to take it.
"Is JJ okay?" Derek asks you.
You could tell him your theory, but that's not your secret to tell. JJ doesn't want people to know, she's made that clear.
"She will be once we get a lead," you lie easily.
"That was Ryan," Keri says once she is off the phone. "He's taking off for a couple of days to clear his head. He wants to talk first. I'm going to meet him at the house."
Keri leaves, and you hope they can work something out. You're rooting for Keri and Ryan. Derek and Spencer get back to work, then JJ comes back with somber news.
Brodie is back, Ryan got into a fight with a stranger, and Keri is gone. You and JJ can handle this, and Derek stays behind with the rest of the team to figure out where the unsub might have taken her.
"What the hell happened?" you ask Detective Berry when you get to her house.
There are three officers talking to the stranger that Ryan punched.
"He says some guy in an old brown van paid him fifty bucks to walk the dog up and down the street. He told him to be careful because someone in the neighborhood was kidnapping people's pets."
"The back door is off the hinges," Ryan says, meeting you outside. "Her cell's still in the house with her wallet. Her purse is on the bed. He just took her. I was right here."
You're not seeing anything that would be helpful, but you do feel the unsub's energy in this place. He took her, and Keri is terrified.
"Let's go inside," you say and escort Ryan back inside. You take out your phone and call Penelope who will, hopefully, have some answers. "I'm sure you've already heard the news. Please tell me you have something for me."
"There aren't any vans in Georgia that have been transferred to Maryland, so I am sending you registrations and IDs for both states. Pictures coming at you."
"Have Derek or Spencer ID'd any suspects, yet?"
"Three of them. I'm looking them up now. Jeffrey Cramer works at a grocery store, Chris Geezy is a heating and air technician, and Michael Hicks is unemployed. However, Mike was an IT guy last employed at Legal Grind, a tech support business for legal firms."
"Keri is a lawyer. He could have worked on her computer."
"Okay, Mike has no criminal record, and his social is listed at a bank there. The account lists Michael Hiks at 404 Lark Lane in Silver Springs."
"Thank you, Pen." You hang up on her and address the room. "We got a name and address. His name is Mike Hicks, though I don't think he'd take her to his house. I saw Keri's photos on a wall inside of a van. He's working from there so that van could be anywhere."
"Every second we're here, she's alone with him," Ryan sighs.
"His obsession with Keri defines him. He wants to make her happy. He wouldn't take her where he wants to go, he'd take her where she wants to go."
"Maybe someplace that means something to the both of you?" JJ asks.
"I proposed to her in Chesapeake Beach."
"He'd know that, and that's where he has her."
Everyone, including Ryan, heads over to the Beach. You know he's here because you can feel his passion and her fear. Ryan has to stay behind because you're afraid that if Mike sees Ryan, he will hurt Keri for picking someone other than Mike.
You lead the team on the pier where Mike is with Keri. She is terrified, and when your team surrounds them, he places a gun to her head as leverage. Thinking you can get him from behind, you stay behind and find a different way to Keri and Mike. He doesn't see you, and you'll make it your mission to stay hidden until you can gett he drop on him.
"Okay, okay. Let's put these away. I just want to talk to you," Emily says.
"Don't make me hurt her," Mike panics.
"You don't have to do that. Michael, we don't want to take her away from you. Keri told me she wants to be with you."
"It's true. I'm so happy now," Keri plays along just like you said. "They think you're gonna hurt me. Put it down so we can be together. Where do you want to go first? We could go back to Atlanta. We could find a little house."
Imaging this puts Mike at a disadvantage. You climb over the railing and sneak up behind him, taking this as your opportunity. You place your gun on the back of his head, and he becomes rigid once more.
"Do not move. Put the gun down. Now!" you order.
Michael has no choice but to do as you say, and when Keri is no longer in danger, she runs away from him and into the arms of Ryan who shows up just in the nick of time. Derek and Emily march over to you to take care of Michael, and when he's in handcuffs, you put your gun back in its holster.
"How could you do this? After everything I've done for us? They can't keep us apart!" Michael yells as they take him away.
"You did good, Keri," you praise. "It's over now. You're safe and will be safe from him."
Even though Mike is caught and taken away, JJ doesn't feel any better about this. You need to talk to her about her pregnancy, and when you finally get back to Quantico, you get that opportunity.
She is alone in her office, so you barge in without knocking. She looks like she is about to call someone, but she freezes when you walk in.
"I am so sorry to just barge in, but I really need to talk to you." You close the door so no one can hear, and you take a seat at her desk. "I really don't mean to pry, and I know that it's your business alone. I'm going to ask you one question, and if you answer it, which you don't have to, I'll drop it and never speak of it again until you're ready."
JJ stares at you without a word because she knows what's coming.
"Are you pregnant?"
"How did you know?" she finally asks.
"Your stomach has a yellow glow to it. Yellow energies mean children. I saw it before this case even started, but I didn't want to tell you because this is a clear violation of your privacy. I am so sorry, but I promise I won't tell anyone until you're ready to announce it."
"I should have known you'd be the first person to know," she chuckles. "Even before Will."
"Will doesn't know?"
"I was just about to call him, actually."
"I know it's hard to hide things from me, so I am sorry I found out this way."
"Can't really help it, can you? If I'm being honest, I'm glad that someone knows."
"Good. Okay, I will leave you to it." You get up to leave, but instead, you rush to JJ and bring her in a hug. "You're having a baby!! I'm so happy for you!"
"Thank you," she smiles brightly.
"Okay, I'm going now. Give Will my love."
You giggle as you leave the room, excited that you will get to meet that little one someday.
"A woman must not depend upon the protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself. " - Susan B. Anthony
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I was told that some Stans allegedly think J reads this blog and some of her posts are intended to troll us. Apparently Stans find it enjoyable, because to them the fans who don’t like her are just jealous and haters anyway. And therefore J parading Alex, teasing and hinting isn’t that concerning but rather funny when we're angry or annoyed. OK.
First, let's assume she actually reads this blog and responds to criticism by posting his apartment and „unofficially“ officially says she moved in for example, like she did while he was in Paris. That would be a huge red flag for me. J has no reason to actively seek out and troll critical voices from the fandom in general. Her Instagram comments are positive. As far as I know, there were only 3-4 instances of fans writing something critical under her maaaaaany maaaany posts this year. And one fan asked her about the art she copied, that’s not critique or hate but just the truth exposed. Only three people or so from the 2.2m fans he had (mostly female) who criticized her publicly on IG, that’s almost nothing. It’s a very very mild reaction. Three people from the 2.2m fans are 0,000136%. (Even if it would be more it wouldn’t be a lot) And if anyone wants to talk about her DMs.
I personally don't care what happens in J's private messages. Firstly, she can set it up so that she doesn't see messages from people she doesn’t know personally and she doesn't have to read anything from followers she doesn't know personally anyway. Secondly, J could tell us anything, we ourselves can't look at her messages. So I don’t care. I care about what I can see and her public comments are all positive for her. I recall Stans excusing her „you snooze you…“ stunt with her responding to hate. Made no sense to me too. A : show me the shit storm she got that justified a revenge and B: what type of revenge is it to demonstrate your „power“ over the fans by demonstrating that she is in charge of Alex content? What type of character would do that?
Ok now we come to the fact that she wants to troll us with her stories. No, people, that sounds so stupid, I can't process it. Why should she? She has everything she wanted, right? She has a dream relationship with a man that is out of her league (my opinion) and her career is suddenly going places. If trolling us brings her joy, although she has a good life, she's a bad person period. And if I imagine that Stans celebrate that behavior, I find it disappointing too. For me, J's behavior is already pathological. She takes advantage of his fandom and Alex, takes over everything he has in high speed and triumphantly parades each step on social media but in a sneaky not too obvious way. But if I really believed that she posts certain things on social media specifically to make us angry or sad, I‘d additionally consider her evil. At the end of the day, we all love Alex, some more, others less. I can't speak for everyone, but for me, I think J will do him a lot of harm (in the grand scheme of things). That's why I'm not happy about them, but rather worried. And the Stans celebrating her trolling us would be weak of them in my opinion. 🤷🏼♀️.
Finally, I have to say I don't think she's reading this blog anyway. How would she know this blog? Most fans don’t even know about it.
I believe she is posting what she is posting because she's simply craving the attention she gets from the new followers and because they're all there because of Alex, she clings to him and his things like Gollum to his ring. As we could see, she had to claim his apartment publicly as her apartment because he was giving attention to his fans after a long time. She saw it on IG and she wasn’t involved. It bothered her. And one story wasn’t enough to show who’s boss but several stories in a row topped by a post reminding his fans that she was in Paris with him a year ago. I believe all the other pictures were just a pretense. I don’t think she came to this blog and saw some anonymous comments and therefore confirmed their living situation.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, anon, in a very well put manner. 😊 I absolutely agree with everything, especially that I also don't believe Johanne knows of or is reading the blog, and even if she was, to be bothered by and actively trolling a bunch of anonymous people on the internet would be kind of childish and I dare say plain sad, even for her. She's a public figure, she's put herself in a position that made some people dislike her, and she has to accept the fact that not everyone will adore her. No one is 100% liked by everyone and that's life. Which leads me to question, why are the stans bothered by this so much? Why do they automatically assume that those who don't like her are hateful and jealous? People are allowed to have an opinion, whether it's positive or negative, and shouldn't be afraid to share it or bullied for it. And that's exactly why this blog was created for, to grant everyone a safe, neutral space to voice their opinions. It was never meant to be a "hate blog" about Johanne, as some stans may see it, but the fact that most comments here are negative, in comparison to Instagram, where there's mostly praise, leads me to believe that people don't feel free to share them there, because everyone who dares disagree with them is automatically attacked and deemed a "hater", "not a true supporter", etc... Which is something I don't agree with. And the fact that the stans still stalk this blog and allegedly come up with such theories (that Johanne reads the blog and responds to criticism in a trolling manner), even finding them enjoyable and an adequate response, is in my opinion laughable to say the least. Why do they take personally what some anonymous people think about a person they support, but doesn't even know them? Why do they want everyone to love Johanne as much as they do? It was never that serious and personally, I couldn't care less that they love her so much. People are free to like or dislike whoever they want, so why don't they do the same? It reminds me of that saying about people with and without tattoos — "the only difference is that people with tattoos don't care if you don't have them".
But at the end of the day, Johanne is living her best life and we're all just a bunch of people commenting and gossiping for the fun of it. No one is going to hell for having a negative opinion, and no one will become her best friend or win a medal for adoring her and fighting every stranger online who doesn't like her. 🤷♀️ So yes, I'm an apologist for "live and let live" as long as we're all being respectful to one another, and can't really understand why the stans are always so serious about such matters.
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Who to Trust? 3
Once again I woke up having a relatively relaxing rest, I checked under my bed just to make sure the cue was still there. Hmm I suddenly noticed a letter on a desk....I felt tempted to open but part of me suspected that doll would take issue. -Beep- huh? some sort of monitor turned on and there he was, (Hedgy) “Now the last sleepyhead has woken up feel free to open your letters. -Tear- huh its a picture of Yuri...what is this about? (Hedgy) “Now you should all be looking at a picture, the person you see is the one most likely to kill you”. Part of me wanted to believe it was just mind games....but I had my suspicions. (Hedgy) “Consider this your first motive and remember if you can kill and not get caught you get a one way ticket out of this place hehehehe”. This is bad it looks like things are going to get even more tense, I made my way over to the living room!
We all signed our names again but a lot of people were shaking, I decided to put my hand on Ellie’s shoulder to try and help her relax. (Sora) “I um propose that we all share our pictures....maybe we can...” (Kyoya) “Look whoever is apparently most likely to kill us probably doesn’t know its them. If we share the info we will just be giving each other ideas!” (Sora) “Yes but not knowing is just going to cause us to doubt each other....”. (Ein) “I agree with Kyoya we just need to try and ignore these dumb pictures and focus on finding another way out of here!”. (???) “That’s easy for you to say plenty of people probably hold grudges against you including that mob...”. Hearing those words stung...father why did I have too.... (Ellie) “Hey leave Ein alone Marie he is just trying to help us all to stay calm and get out of here”. Once again we all went out separate ways, I told Ellie to go with Sora....I had to talk to Yuri!
I walked over to the pool where he seemed to be just be sitting there, (Yuri) “May I ask why you are here?”. (Ein) “I know what I said back there but I was given a picture of you....and I wonder how much you saw yesterday?” (Yuri) “Oh you mean how you got yourself a weapon hehehe, I’m use to people being scared of me”. (Ein) “This is not about being scared....its about wanting to know the truth I just want to understand why its you...” (Yuri) “Honestly I don’t know, personally I thought Kyoya would be the one I would go for since he seems like the type who judged me. Although I recall my uncle being a mobster you got arrested so maybe the host thinks I hold a grudge”. (Ein) “I see thank you for sharing Yuri, I’m sorry for doubting you I’m just a more cautious person!”. I suddenly heard the door close....(Yuri) “Hahaha I can tell with that response, don’t worry maybe it was one of the girls not expecting us to be here”. Haha he is a lot friendlier when he isn’t talking with his puppet.
After reading some more I went to the midnight meeting....no one seemed to be talking so we signed our names and wanted to call it a night. However Yuga wanted to talk to me for some reason, (Ellie) “Can I stay too?” he looked nervous, (Ein) “Sorry Ellie but I think its personal for him” she understood and left but I made sure to thank her for the support earlier. (Yuga) “I’m sorry....I overheard you talking to Yuri so I want to know why are you the one I was sent a picture of?”. I took a deep breath and looked around.....(Ein) “I...I wanted to become a painter but my father expected me to follow in his footsteps as a detective. And due to circumstances....I followed I did follow his career in the end. I imagine the host believes I’m jealous of you for earning the title of Ultimate artist”. (Yuga) “I see I’m sorry you didn’t commit to painting but hey maybe you can take it up as a hobby again if we get out of here”. (Ein) “Yeah that sounds like a good idea” we talked for a bit before returning to our rooms and calling it a night.
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I am not done changing Out on the run, changing I may be old and I may be young But I am not done changing
John Mayer - Changing
the past few days I've been rereading my old blog. I tried to see what I went through all those days where all I did was just crying every night, torturing myself with the thought that no one would never makes me happy like he did and blah blah blah. And reading that from the perspective of I am now feels weird and strange. I felt bad for what my old self had to go through, and all those days where she just had to be trapped in the idea that she doesn't deserve love was damn... I somehow glad I am right here, right now, in this state where I just surrender to whatever the universe put myself into. If I'm not fine now, I'll be fine later. I always be.
Revisiting those days somehow also make me feel more empowered and confident. Like I saw I went through those shits, I'm confident enough that can go through everything in this life. It wasn't just me, if things go wrong, everything take part in make that plot twist. Life isn't just suddenly feel jealous of you and want to see you suffer. Earlier today I had a talk about how uncomfortable changes can be, but change is just the only thing that is constant in life. Change of age, change of place, change of heart, change of emotion, the wheel of life will keeps going around, the earth rotate, and everything constantly developing and evolving. There's always new way of every part of life.
Comfort is temporary, and it's the only thing that disillusion people. Thinking that good days stays, but suddenly a tornado just destroy everything entirely and you have to start over. again. And the cycle never stops.
On the other side, the catastrophic days isn't gonna last forever. good days come, you'll see the sun again. You'll find yourself in comfort again. But then again how you respond to changes matter. So when things change, I'll just accept it. Okay, so what's next? Whether I divert my focus or embrace that change for a bit to feel the sense of it, that's def depends on me. I probably panic first for sure and getting some anxiety attack but it's not gonna last that long. My confidence ass knows what I can do better in such situation.
Having a priority.
Am I sad and anxious with the recent change at work and my personal life? Sure? Am I gonna drown it it? maybe a little bit. What I can do to make my life get better? Take my ass into that driver seat and start driving to the direction where I can and confident to go.
I'm for sure right now is too old to just seek temporal validation from men through social media, online dating, and even bar/club. I like when recruiter just spamming my LinkedIn messages and even asking me connection. Like it's so fucking noisy these days omg get in line people *blushed*
What's important to me now is to advance my career and get a lot of money. Thanks to my parents who never spoil me and my mom who always said that I shouldn't rely financially on anyone especially men (Thanks Dad for making my mom feel that way). So yeah, that's why although I met a lot of rich men, they're too boring for me. Like I need passionate person who chase his dream, fun, kind, and smart. The least thing I expect from their kind is money. Personality goes first ;) And def, the most important is connection. I might dated a lot of guys. I can count with 1 hand fingers how many men I have connection with. It's that rare, yes. That's why I appreciate it when I get one.
But then again, although love isnt my priority right now. Id welcome it if I were blessed to have it. Just because I have priority doesnt mean I neglect the other things in my life. Its like juggling. Everything takes turn to be on the top. You dont just spend 1 day focusing on work. Theres time to eat l, to chill, to spend time with your loved one, to get some quality me time. With some practice, we can do it.
I mean any radical shift that happen in life, it's definitely better to ride along with it. You see the wave comes, you surf. Always have a surfing board with yourself so you know what to do. Experiences is like a surfing board. Let's be honest, we all have gone through so many radical shifts in life. Breakups, covid, cheating, relocating, new job, death, etc. I don't know how people handle changes, but I always try to learn from it and add the experience to my library so I can use the reference to move forward in life. And the learning never stops. Of course, Im still well and alive so it will never stop. def gonna stop once I die hehe.
I remember I had this Tarot reading back in early 2021. Tarot reader is my best friend in navigating life. They don't predict your future, they just give reading of the card and help you be more mindful in navigating your present life in so you can be better in future.
Some psychic can see future but well, no one knows exactly. Because if you watch avengers and the ancient one explained how timeline works, your choice will determine it. So I got several interesting card in that sessions.
Seven of Swords, Page of Swords, Temperance, Empress, and Queen of Swords.
A lot of Sword cards. Sneaky, agile, nurturing, feminine, and Independent.
Im reading that again and see myself now. This woman was fucking right. I forgot about this reading and I was like... mindblown. My sad ass in 2021 seems like following her advice to navigate my life those times.
And the intuitive message that I got... maybe that's not that I'm "Spiritually Sensitive." I just read patterns better ;)
Growing older never feel this empowering. Wait, is it what it feels like when they said about someone who got their shit together? 😂
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Chapter 49
He met with his brother in front of the stadium; he also already had a wife Allison, and three children Rose, Maggie and Lamarr. They lived on the other side of the city; because of it and because of Laurence’s occupation, they hardly met, but even he went to the award ceremony, while he was an actor, too, but he only played in the theater.
- Hello – Laurence said with a fake grin when they met.
- Hello – Lemuel smiled, too – I’m looking forward to the match – he said cheerfully.
- I know, your favorite team’s playing – his brother smiled on.
- And how come you came?
- Victoria’s not home, anyway, and yesterday I was at the kids’ place.
- What about Dad? You’ve met with him a long time ago, right? – Lemuel was surprised.
- But he didn’t come to the Oscars, either – Laurence said when they had sat down at their places – Do you understand?! He didn’t come exactly to the Oscars which was my biggest nomination, as an addition, being black! – he continued angrily.
- Then you haven’t said that it bothers you so mch. Besides, he told you that he couldn’t come, didn’t he?! – his brother was uncomprehending.
- He’s had so many excuses already when we haven’t been able to meet, but he should have wrapped only this one thing up, to be there at least then… I don’t believe he couldn’t have solved it…
The match had begun so they stopped talking, but during the break, they continued it:
- I don’t understand what your problem is. It’s surely that you didn’t get the award. Of course, if you would have gotten it, you wouldn’t care about the details… - Lemuel reflected after they went out – Do you know how much it would mean to me if I could at least play in a movie?! And you’ve even been nominated for an Oscar! Nothing’s enough for you – he said huffily.
- And you’re so jealous of me that this is the only thing you see – Laurence answered furiously.
- It seems like nowadays you have problems with everybody! – his brother said angrily when they had gone back – If you can’t even enjoy the match, then go away, don’t spoil the morale!
- OK, sorry, I’m really better to go – Laurence said, then was still thinking, watching the ground, and then left.
It was his father’s fault, too – he thought furiously on the way – Because of him, now he had a quarrel with his brother too!
When he had almost arrived in home already, he suddenly noticed his mother.
- Hi, I’m just coming to your house! It’s a good thing you’re already going home ’cause otherwise we would have missed each other – Hattie began to speak.
- Why didn’t you say that you’re coming? – her son asked, startled.
- Why, I always have to speak?
- No, just it would have been much more practical – the man said moodily while they were going on together – Originally, I would have come home only later, just didn’t stay till the end of the match…
- I was nearby, anyway so I thought I’d pop in on you. And why did you come away from the match earlier? – the woman continued wonderingly.
- Avast, I had a quarrel with Lemuel – Laurence said when they were going in.
- Why don’t you wanna talk about it? – his mother sat down on the sofa, startled.
- I’ve already said sorry, anyway, we’re surely gonna make peace – in confusion, the man sat down in the opposite armchair.
- You guys still had a big quarrel since you even left the match!
- It’s the same, at least you’re surely gonna understand me. I think you were also shocked that Fish wasn’t there at the Oscars.
- Yes, he could have been there at least then – Hattie reflected - It was the most important day of your life - she continued a bit sullenly.
- That's still an exaggeration a bit but I thought it meant it for you... For you, always my career's been the most important... At least in connection with me when I was a kid, and when you were still living in a bad marriage with Fish. Is it true that the reason why your marriage was ruined was because he cheated you with Lucy before I was born? - he asked with pity in his eyes.
- Yes… - the woman looked down at her legs sadly – From then, because of the disappointment, I didn’t really treat him as a husband, and he didn’t pretend it anymore, either that still I was the one who he loved – he continued a bit furiously, already looking at his son.
- Then I was right. And then he hardly dealt with me because of his new family – the man continued furiously.
After Victoria had come home the next day, Laurence persuaded her too, about the reason why his father wasn’t there at the Oscars was because he didn’t deal with him enough, at least not as much as he dealt with his wife and with that son who was born from her.
Laurence spent the summer with Victoria, his mother and children, and sometimes met with the Godsons and Goddaughter of his, and his friends. He went to Hawaii for a week with Hattie, Langston, Montana, Hajna, Will and Victoria, he went to Paris with Victoria for a week and a half, and went to Las Vegas with Mike for a week.
In September, he won an Emmy for his guest role in a series, what, of course, he also celebrated with his mother, and with Victoria, Martin, Emilio, Dennis, Tom, Titus, Angela, Cordozar, Joe and Gary, Ice and Ed, his new friends, and his father came, too. Victoria’s birthday was the next day; with some friends of hers and of Laurence’s, they celebrated it already that night, continuing the celebration at their house.
He spent Thanksgiving Day with Victoria and his children, he spent either day of Christmas with the girl at Martin’s place, and he spent the second day with her, Hattie, Lemuel, his family and their father. They celebrated New Year’s Eve at Victoria’s parents’ place, together with the girl’s and her parents’ friends.
In the beginning of next year, Laurence won two further Emmy awards, and in February, it was Langston’s sixth birthday which they were going to be celebrating at Hajna’s place. Victoria was filming in Los Angeles this time too, and now she had more parts so she was staying for more time.
- How to wrap the present?! – the man asked restlessly on the phone when he was talking to her – Till now, always somebody else did it instead of me!
- You’ll realize it by yourself, anyway! You always say how intelligent you are!
- I’m also intelligent by my mother but not enough yet! I only keep saying it to compensate for the color of my skin!
- On the other hand, I’ve got to go now. Good luck! Bye! – the girl said cheerfully.
- Bye – Laurence said moodily, replaced the receiver, and was struggling on with wrapping.
When he was ready, he already would have started when Gary called him.
- Imagine what happened, I was nominated for an Oscar! – he said joyously – Till now, you got Emmys, and now I’m nominated for Oscar! We’re living a dead good period, right? – he continued roughly. Laurence was looking forward to finishing it.
- And as for me, it’s my son’s birthday so I’ve got to go now – he continued, pretending cheerfulness.
- OK, I won’t be hindering you! Have a good time! Bye! – the other one finished cheerfully.
- Bye! – Laurence replaced the receiver, rushed to the car, got in, and he was already riding for more than ten minutes when it came into his head that he didn’t lock the door.
He extremely edgily turned back, riding so fast that near barged against the car which was going before him, and when he had arrived, he didn't even stop the power equipment and didn't even close the car's door but only ran in for the key, locked the door, and rushed back to the car.
One fourth hour later, a car was going slowly before him, and he couldn't keep out so he extremely furiously pushed the horn.
After that, he got into a stopper, so when he had arrived, he was extremely happy that he succeeded in arriving at last.
- Hi big boy – he lifted Langston joyously.
- Dad, you were late! – his son said a little bit angrily.
- Do you know how many things happened to me? – the man asked, pretending cheer – Hello Monty! – he lifted the little girl joyously, too. She was wearing a light pink mini dress and two ponytails.
- Hi – she smiled, too.
Hajna was standing angrily, with folded arms, but Laurence wasn't even dealing with her but only said hello to his parents. He even hugged his father.
- Till now, you were pretty distant – the older Laurence said.
- I know, sorry – his son said sadly – I simply couldn't imagine how you couldn't come exactly to the Oscars when I was nominated – he continued edgily when there was nobody near them anymore – Sometimes I was angry with you when I was a kid, that you spent too little time with me, but today, I was thinking, and I understand now what like situation you were in... Nowadays I experience it what it's like, being my kids' father when they aren't living with me, and after this day that with how much difficulty I could come here, I understand you, and I'll never forget this day so I promise I won't be angry with you anymore because of your lack...
- Thank you – they hugged each other again.
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She’s so polite and beautiful, certainly living up to her job description. She asks him if he’ll be careful of her feelings, referencing how he was worried that Sirius would take advantage of her sexually. “I planned to, yes.” He’s usually relatively confident with people, so the turning sensation in his stomach is unsettling, not quite understanding how she can have such a pull on his emotions just minutes after meeting her. “Unless you would prefer I wasn’t so careful.” He studies her features closely, trying to determine if that’s what she had meant.
He loves the way she giggles when she’s complimented, as if it genuinely touches her somehow. “It’s hard to believe you haven’t been praised in such a way until now.” Were the other people in her life completely blind? His stomach suddenly twists in fear, realizing how many men will want her attention now that she lives in the city and is eligible. He hates the thought, wishing he could push it away but finding that it’s already lingering in the back of his mind. He despises the idea of someone marrying her, worrying about it already. It surely wouldn’t even take a week for people to try— those wishing to find partnerships in King’s Landing acted fast, especially with a girl as beautiful as this. He listens to the sweet way she talks about her niffler, hating the way his stomach churns because of how he feels for her. Who else carried a sparkle in their eyes like this while talking about magic creatures? “He must get it from his mother,” he says in response, because Bexley seems just as sweet.
Regulus shakes his head when she tries to tell him not to go out of his way. “Maybe I find them fascinating and I want Alfie here for selfish reasons,” he says teasingly, before sobering again. “But also, you deserve to keep him without sacrificing your career. I can’t imagine someone telling me to part with Serafim…” He frowns, because just the thought of not having his best friend is awful. His mother and father would tell him he’s being ridiculous for caring for a servant in such a way, but why shouldn’t he treat her like a person? It’s one thing he’s never understood about being royal; the way he’s expected to adjust his consideration of others based on status and relation to him.
“Anyways, I don’t mind if he steals jewelry or riches here and there… He’s staying in the palace, so it would be easy enough to retrieve anything lost. Not like Sirius’s friend, who has stolen and actually taken it all to merchants…” he pauses, smiling. “We could let Alfie into Sirius’s chambers— I expect some of his own medicine would be good for him.” Realizing after he speaks that he’s talking to his handmaiden and would be implicating her in a ‘crime’, he amends himself. “Forgive me for being so informal. It’s difficult not to feel at ease, talking to you.”
She seems nervous by his touch for some reason, blue eyes fluttering up at him and face warm under his palm. She stammers a little, but then proceeds to ask if he could arrange for her brother to visit— maybe she was just nervous about that? He’s a little jealous of the way she talks about Cedric, as if the two truly love each other. He wishes he had such a relationship with his own sibling, but it felt more like a rivalry most of the time. “You’re to have whatever guests you please for as long as you’re under my employment… I’ll let the rest of the castle know, as well.” His mother wouldn’t dare overrule that order and his father wouldn’t even notice, most likely. “Every full moon’s turn, I’ll allow you a few days to visit your family, if you would like.” He doesn’t want to keep her cooped up here, with no breaks. It does make his heart ache knowing she would probably choose to live away from him, if given the chance, but he’s not sure why he already cares so much about her future or what she wants.
Her fingers touch his as she lays her hand over his, making his heart race. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” he says gently, enjoying the soft touch of her palm on his skin. “It’s a bit sad that it’s expected that the royal family be so uncaring.” He understands why, though— his family is the opposite of gracious, in most of their tactics.
But Bexley also mentions his fiance, saying she must be a lucky girl. He pulls away, green gaze not meeting her eyes because he’s a little embarrassed by the situation. What if she thinks less of him, because he doesn’t treat his fiance very well? “She doesn’t exactly receive this treatment… it’s a political engagement and things are a bit complicated.” He tries to figure out how to explain that the complication is mostly that he isn’t attracted to her like that, but fails to come up with any words that make it sound acceptable. In truth, he shouldn’t have agreed to the marriage, but he only stood to gain from the arrangement and at the time there was no one who’d ever caught his interest to a real degree.
He sighs in contentment as she scrubs his back, the sponge feeling good against his skin. It helps that she’s so beautiful and he’s naked, finding it difficult not to get any arousal out of the situation when she’s bathing him, even if it’s wrong. He glances back at her, noticing the way her cleavage bunches as she leans forward to scrub his back. She asks him a question about his dragon, so he thinks a moment before responding. “I do— Serafim imprinted on me when I was six years old. My parents always taught us that our lineage has traces of dragons’ blood, so they bond with us like they would family. Usually, a dragon will pick its rider and bond for life… until one of us dies.” he pauses, shifting back in the tub once she’s finished with his back. He leans against the edge, stretching out his body to fill the basin. “Not all of us get dragons… none of them ever bonded with Sirius. Which seems like a horrible fate, because the friendship I have with my dragon isn’t comparable to anything else— it’s almost telepathic.” He can easily sense whatever Serafim is feeling, almost like he’s an extension of himself. “Sometimes I don’t know if I’d be here without him.” He’s not sure how he would survive the trials of being in this family, if not for the one soul he could count on.
part of her doesn't expect him to be so honest with her about his brother being that she's aware it's not really any of her business to begin with he didn't have to tell her but he does. explaining to the handmaiden that his brother seems to be a bit rebellious, disagreeing with many of the politics their father withheld. even despite this the prince seems fond of his brother, almost sad that things are the way that they are between them but also she notices his distaste at the idea of her working under the eldest sibling. "thank you for your concern your highness." she smiles gently kind of surprised that he truly cares for her like that even with a hypothetical. "but are you saying you'll be careful with my feelings?" she teases gently, smirking. he's so gentle and kind, she feels comfortable around him which is kind of strange to say because she only just met him but it's something about his energy and the look in his eyes that makes her feel an almost homey feeling.
she wonders if it's true, that orion chose her for regulus because he believed the prince would like her for some reason, she's not sure what she has to offer other than her dedication and hard work but he once again calls her beautiful which makes her blush like crazy even though he apologizes she shakes her head with a smile on her lips "no, no...it's okay I just I've never had someone give me so much praise before." she giggles, smiling softly at him. "I don't mind it though...it's nice to hear from someone so charming." she hopes she doesn't step over the line but he's already complimented her so why not? "I'm glad you like me enough though, I wanna do the best job for you sir." she smiles.
she didn't mean to get emotional over her niffler, feeling silly now that the tears burn in her eyes. she knows he's safe, where he is but it doesn't mean she misses him any less. she takes a deep shaky break forcing a bit of a smile as she nods at his words. "yeah, they're the best...especially alfie, he's the sweetest most wonderful niffler you'll ever meet." she beems a little because she loves talking about him even if it hurts. alfie was so full of life that he would brighten anyone's day.
she frowns a bit, blue eyes flickering up at his when he assured her she doesn't have to be sorry but it's hard. he doesn't need her baggage or to hear her cry, it wasn't his job but he's so kind and caring about her for whatever reason. "it's just hard I guess, not to feel guilty for leaving him behind. I'm so grateful for this job, really I am...I don't want you to think I'm not just because I'm a little homesick." she smiles sadly. however his suggestion makes her pause a little, there's no way he really offered such kindness? she smiles softly, biting down on her lower lip. "you'd really do that?" she giggles. "I don't want to put you out of your way or anything...nifflers are known to be a bit of a handful."
maybe this would be a good thing, once she gets used to the fact she can barely breathe around him especially when he's completely undresssed for her, his dick is hard and she's never seen one like that, at least not one so erect. she tries hard not to think about it for too long, lighting the candles in the bathroom with a spell but before she can finish regulus walks into the bathroom to stop her, grabbing the items out of her hands and setting them down. she's blushing pink blue eyes flickering up at him. she's froze a bit, partly because he's naked and so close to her but also because his words genuinely catch her off guard, telling her she is interesting to him. she's stunned by his kindness and it makes it all the more terrifying for her because she's pretty sure he's already captured her heart a little, making her eyes look into his gaze. "I..." she can't stutters a bit. "okay your highness, t-thank you.." she bites down on her lower lip as she thinks for a moment but it's hard with his hand on her face and his body bare making her struggle not to stare. "my brother...cedric. he's my best friend in the whole world, I don't want to ask for too much but if there's a chance you can get him to come and visit I would much appreciate it." she smiles softly, that's all she really wants from him if he allows her, she just wants to see alfie and her brother again even if she never returns home. she nods slowly when he tells her that she can trust him, smiling a bit. "I think I already do...I'm not sure why it's just something about you that makes me want to trust you." she lets her hand rest on top of his, fingers tracing against his skin softly. "thank you for your kindness." she smiles "for caring about me even though you've only just met me...your fiance is a very lucky girl." she points out because having him she must be quite spoiled and it makes her heart ache just a little thinking about it as he pulls away to get into the bath. she walks over to the stool near his bath, grabbing the wet sponge and soap as she puts the soap onto the sponge and starts to scrub his back. his body is beautiful, bare and wet she can't believe the way her cheeks are bright red, blushing for him as she bites down on her lower lip. "so is it true, you have a dragon? what's that like?"
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