#yesss the ending is so sad when you think about it

[mad-hunts]

while jervis spoke, barton looked into the crevices of his nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world all of a sudden. he had to admit that the man beside him had a point. though as the other described to him what he'd done to marty in detail, reminding him of the horror, he didn't feel anything. and barton was hopelessly unable to place himself in jervis's shoes to even feel an scintilla of the remorse seeping into his words now; so, whenever he was done, barton only said this, ❝ touché. i didn't exactly grant him the mercy of a quick, or a painless death, did i? i wonder what the forensic examiners are going to make of it. do you think they're going to focus more on how you killed your guy, or how i killed mine? ❞

and now he was talking about the murder with an almost amused undertone to his voice. so much for being shocked by the revelation that jervis had synesthesia, i suppose. barton looked at the other where he sat with a raised eyebrow as if he didn't understand why he was agonizing over their death's as much as he was. which was sort of true, though he could feel cognitive empathy towards jervis over what he had to experience in that van. the same dead-eyed look that sometimes took over barton's eyes seemed to be in effect once more while he scoffed lightly, ❝ you are incredibly pissy when you're feeling guilty, you know that? just imagine the guard you killed was someone you hate. then, you won't feel half as bad about it. trust me. and i think i got it the first time you explained it to me, smartass. ❞

barton was slipping between acting more like his ' normal ' persona and like the dollmaker now, it seemed, as his newfound small amount of respect for jervis dwindled away for a moment. perhaps it was because his head was starting to feel 'fuzzy' again? barton didn't know, but he was able to tolerate the pain he felt when taking a breath from his ribs before. though now it was searing. letting out a frustrated noise underneath his breath, barton rested his head halfway down his arm while he checked something. he pressed down on specific ribs while he spoke to jervis, ❝ oh, please. only an idiot would regard you as weak because you have synesthesia. it just makes you more unpredictable. ❞

before long, he'd found what he thought he would and that was a specific tender spot on one rib that made him swear unintelligibly in french. ❝ non, non. pourquoi est-ce que ça doit m'arriver, * ❞ barton stated just barely above a whisper to himself while the other started to talk about his experience in arkham and about gotham itself. ❝ uhh, yeah. i obviously do believe in hell, because i'm living through it right now. i'm about 90% sure i've got a popped rib. but whatever you say. if you weren't trying to do it, then i believe you. and ravi likes me because i was introduced to him by my late fiancée. as for matilda, it's — much more complicated than that. she's my daughter. ❞ that word, along with fiancée, was said with a surprising amount of tenderness. barton looked down at his curry with a bittersweet smile on his face.

❝ when she was born, it was like nothing else mattered. i would do most anything for her, ❞ barton sounded like he meant every word too. then, ravi was coming out with jervis's soup and as he placed it down in front of him, he laughed as he held one hand behind his back, ❝ sorry for the wait, jervis. the chefs were running around like chickens with their heads cut off after i asked if they could make something new and special for someone here. not naming names, but ahh... what the hell. it's you, ❞ ravi placed a glass of falooda, which was an ice cream dessert, in front of barton and his demeanor seemed to change completely.

barton was positively beaming now at ravi. ❝ and they've got one cooking for you too, jervis. i'll bring it out when it's ready, ❞ ravi winked at jervis before leaving, and barton clasped his hands together in front of himself. he closed his eyes in contentment like a cat then and tilted his head, all while sighing dreamily, ❝ oh, i change my mind. i'm not going through hell anymore. ❞

[ translation: no, no. why does this have to happen to me? ]

"And when, pray tell, would've been a good moment for me to bring it up? Both occasions we've met, things have been rather tense, wouldn't you say so? Hmmm.... Should I have said something as you were working, or as I was feeling like the veins in my own eyes were bursting as Marty developed petechiae and eventually lost control of his bladder while you were crushing his trachea? Or when I picked the lock to regain my property, and was dispatching the driver... how'd you put it, 'turning him into a pincushion'?" Guilt filled his mouth, sour as curdling milk.

Jervis' finger grazed idly along his own throat as Barton coughed and sputtered on the vodka. As he felt his own windpipe spasm, his eyes flickered pointedly towards his messenger bag; left hand drawing back to his coat, ostensibly adjusting it from where it was draped over the back of his chair, when he was really clandestinely checking that Alice's rabbit remained tucked away in the pocket. "You're absolutely right, what a foolish oversight it was of me not to disclose it."

He sighed, shifted his weight. "The same reason you so adamantly refuse anyone's pity. Because I've made my peace with it. And to have other people make generalizations or false equivalences -- whether out of genuine naivete, or ignorance, or deliberate crassness -- or to view me as some sort of freak? 'A fragile little teacup'? Well... that's a bitter pill I've long grown accustomed to. And how can you expect me to judge you for your actions today, when I know full well what horrors reside in Arkham's bowels? I didn't first get acquainted with the place after becoming... this. Deep sleep therapy. ECT. Stretches of time where I was shuffled between the white room and the isolation tank, most recently. That's all that I can concretely remember, but I'm sure there were other things..."

Jervis let the question hang in the air, not expecting or particularly interested in receiving an answer. Instead, he removed his glasses; flicked one of their metal legs back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. An improvised metronome, timing his breathing; something else to focus on, though with the cannabis, the motion seemed a hair slower than what it actually was. Tick. Tack. Tick.

"There's something about this city... If there's a hell -- if you believe in that sort of thing, anyway -- we're both pretty much already there. But even the worst person has their virtues, so regardless of my dislike of you, I'm not claiming to know everything about your background or your experiences, nor am I meaning to speculate; merely describing what I've already seen from you... and for whatever reason, Ravi does genuinely seem to like you, as did the girl I heard at your workshop, else you wouldn't keep company... Matilda, wasn't it?"

An innocent gleam of curiosity shone in Jervis' eyes, then, though he hoped he could disguise whatever vulnerability he may be unconsciously displaying as a trick of the light or a side effect of the weed. Curiosity, and a touch of sadness. She didn't sound much younger than Alice.

But that train of thought was soon cut off, as the doors swung open, and Ravi's silhouette entered Jervis' periphery. Ahh, it seemed the soup was ready. And just in time; he was famished.

[faetima]

THE AVEN + HANAHAKI THING YESSS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BECAUSE LIKE. I know it's always super angsty when it's the reader that gets hanahaki but rine having it. imagine pushing your s/o away because you don't think you can do a relationship rn just to get hit by the stupid idiot in love disease. damn sucks to be you man

(tbh hanahaki as fun as the angst is I love aventurine so much and usually just alter hanahaki to be like less deadly because a) I DONT WANT TO BE SAD and b) the whole guilt of "I developed hanahaki because of you now love me or I WILL die" feels strange to me)(but also yum angst and the consequences of pushing someone away) ((sorry I talk a lot teehee okay bye))

𝐝����𝐚𝐫. 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. .

. . too bad he wasn't your darling anymore.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: finally wrote the aventurine exes hanahaki au lol ,, had no idea how to finish this but i might make a part 2 !! :3

ever since you had started dating aventurine, you felt like you were a burden to him in some way. but you were never sure if you were actually a burden to him, or if that was your mind playing tricks on you.

but last week had just solidified your beliefs.

you both had fought over something petty--you couldn't be bothered to remember what it was--and harsh words had been thrown around in the process.

words that cut deep into you, practically making you bleed out.

and after that?

aventurine had ignored you for the rest of the entire week. he hadn't even glanced in your direction. it was fine if he needed some space to think, but he didn't even tell you, he just started fucking ignoring you.

your efforts to talk to him had just been met by blank uninterested violet eyes.

everything that happened in the last week had all led up to yesterday.

you stood in front of his door, swallowing your nerves. why were you so nervous?

after everything that happened, everything you felt, everything he said, you didn't think you could handle a relationship at that point.

so, when aventurine answered the door, his blonde hair unruly and lavender eyes tired, you took a deep breath and finally said the words you had been so scared of saying.

"i want to break up."

--

now, you were rethinking your decision.

on one hand, it felt like a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

on the other hand, breaking up with him had left you in your current predicament: crouched on the cold tiled floor of your apartment, hurling up bright yellow marigolds. you coughed them up, unwillingly watching as they hit your newly polished floor. they hit the ground ungracefully, clumped together with a disgusting mixture of mucus and blood. you gagged on the flowers as the sickly sweet smell of the marigolds hit you, making you feel lightheaded and sick to your stomach.

you didn't think you would get the disease again after aventurine asked you out.

you had it once, albeit briefly. it was before you had even talked to aventurine, too scared to do so. maybe it had been your shyness, or maybe you were just scared of rejection. you weren't too sure which, but it had caused you to cough out a few lemon yellow petals.

but, as quickly as the disease had started, it had ended. aventurine talked to you and started getting close to you, and your hanahaki had eventually diminished into nothing. after that, you thought it would never start again.

but you guessed you were wrong, since the disease decided to plague you.

marigold petals--slick with mucus--fell out your mouth as you coughed your lungs out. they fell almost gracefully onto the small flower pile.

you took fast and shaky breaths, collapsing. you were too exhausted to move, the hanahaki sucking all the life out of you.

--

it had been a week now, and the disease had just gotten worse. at this rate, it would only take a month or two until you suffocated on the fucking marigolds.

you could talk to aventurine, but he would probably just ignore you again.

you could get the surgery, but you would rather die than forget aventurine. you still loved him.

at this point, you couldn't do anything but hope that the disease would just somehow go away.

--

aventurine was growing increasingly worried as the days passed.

he hadn't seen you at all after you had broken up. sure, that was normal, but his gut told him something was wrong.

horrible thoughts of what could've happened to you plagued his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore.

he grabbed his keys, his coat, and headed towards your apartment.

maybe it was an invasion of privacy, but even your friends felt as if something were terribly wrong. he'd just check on you once, and never speak to you again. you'd be okay with that, right?

--

aventurine had knocked about a dozen times by now, but had received no answer.

he swallowed. he still had a spare key to your apartment, but what if you didn't want him to come in? what if you were just busy? what if he was breaching your privacy?

he took a shaky inhale.

fuck it.

--

he stepped inside your apartment, and was hit by the extremely potent smell of marigolds.

he glanced around, and froze at what he saw.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 14

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fourteen

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you guys back me up here

lotte y/n absolutely not

neev oooh what's gotten lotte acting like this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so i made this insane connection yeah lotte is literally a female tom holland but miss wubben-moy here is denying it

the REAL karate kid huh?

mccard hold on you might be onto something here

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

LOOOK it's not the best photo to compare from but tell me i ain't the only who sees it

stairway OMG

brightness oh yeah i'm seeing it

stephy YESSS it's the side profile

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ exactly!!

meado that is insane

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ seeee lotte! i meant it as a compliment when i said you look like tom holland's twin

elton changed lotte's name to tom holland's twin

tom holland's twin

neev

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ 😔😔

tom holland's twin niamh do i need to remind you of this afternoon at the beach? because i will

hempo oooh i wanna know what happeneddd

daly

stairway WAIT YOU GUYS WENT TO THE BEACH?! AND DIDN'T INVITE ME

the REAL karate kid that is so sad we must've completely forgotten about you

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG YESS I HAVE AMAZING PHOTOS TO SHARE

neev Y/N NO

tom holland's twin Y/N YES

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

this one and jessie were STRUGGLING for an hour trying to place their mats 😭😭 it was so funny

flaming hot STOPPP DONT REMIND ME

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

and miss fleming here even gave me the bird guys she's not as innocent as she looks

flaming hot oh shut up y/n

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're just sour that the wind loved me

flaming hot yeah i really am

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i'm justfdghjkem ehyu tyuiolkjehsyuikmdrnh

willybum um y/n you good?

elton are you having a stroke rn?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sorry y/n's a bit busy rn

neev WHERE'S Y/N MY BAE AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ if you want to see her alive again i'm gonna need y'all to venmo me 10k each

stairway 10k?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ is that too much for you?

stairway oh no no it was just surprising how you didn't go for one 1 million like everyone usually does

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh well i guess if you want it that way then 1 million each from y'all

willybum STANWAY WTH

neev had to open that big mouth of yours

ona we'll save y/n just what is this venmo and how do i venmo you money?

elton i mean do we have to ..... she'll be fineee

neev you know what how about 1 m for y/n toone will pay for it on behalf of us all

elton HUH excuse you i ain't venmoing anyone a million dollars i'm positive i don't even have a hundred dollars in my bank account

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ wow glad to know how much i'm worth 😔

ona y/n! you're okay! do i still have to venmo for your safety?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no no don't worry about it ona you're too sweet for this world 🥺 kyra and charli were being jerks and snatched my phone and ran away

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ added kyra and cha cha

kyra aw man you ruined the fun 😔 i could've earned some money

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh ona's too precious to be scammed by you but i mean ella on the other hand ....

elton OI

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG HOW MANY SELFIES DID YOU TWO TAKE ON MY PHONE?!

cha cha just enough 😁

stephy i was dreading when the three of you would meet up as if we don't already have enough chaos in this groupchat

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stephyyy why would you think that 😔

cha cha honestly

kyra

the REAL karate kid 😭😭

willybum HELP

cha cha HAHA I LOVE THIS PLS

stephy

kyra WOAH WOAH WOAH

stephy

kyra

cha cha HELP YOU BEAT KYRA WITH MEMES I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ HAHAHA STEPH YOU ICONIC LEGEND I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

i don't even know what the hell this is anymore 😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed this nonsense

part fifteen here

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

If you’re interested Dark Donna x Reader where the voices in Donna’s head convinces her Readers going to leave, so Donna purposely gets Reader pregnant but when Ready finds out she’s pregnant she thinks Donna’s gonna get mad so she try’s to hide it. You can choose the rest just fluffy ending pls

Yesss!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

The voices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,870

Summary: You're going to leave, they tell me you're going to leave...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I walked quickly, almost running. Normally when I return home after a meeting, I take my time to enjoy the solitude, that landscape I consider mine, my property.

I asked myself questions about the birds that perched on the dry and sad branches. I looked at the fog across the bridge. Not that day, that day I had to run, I had to return home.

The routine would continue as always, it would continue as always if she had not appeared in my life.

(Y/N), an annoying villager who dared to appear in my life, changed it completely. She was a young, beautiful girl, really beautiful, who dared to meet me, to get into my mind and never leave.

It was like a horrible temptation, like an unbearable addiction. Once I tried it, I couldn't live without it. Smiling, happy, calm... It was the complete opposite of what I was. Maybe that “opposites attract” nonsense was true. I never believed in love, I never even bothered to look for it. Damn addiction, I could no longer live without love, without loving her.

She didn't hesitate, I offered her to live with me, to be by my side, and she accepted, probably without thinking too much about it. I should scare you, make you afraid, but I didn't, not even my face, not even my body, were reasons for you to stop loving me.

You were mine, only mine.

That thought always overshadowed all my doubts, the voices that told me that it was just a mirage, a screen that superimposed itself on reality. No, no, (Y/N) was mine, leave me alone.

But, even though I tried to do everything possible not to let the doubt overwhelm me, for a couple of weeks those voices had become louder in my head, repeating the same thing over and over, over and over...

(Y/N) doesn't love you, Donna, (Y/N) won't stay with you, she’s going to leave, she’s going to abandon you. She will leave you alone.

I tried to silence those voices in every way possible, I really did. I kissed you, I made love to you, I hugged you... None of that served to silence those damned voices. At first it seemed absurd to me, but little by little, that thought became much more real.

(Y/N) is going to leave, she will abandon you…

Over and over again, that same cursed mantra, the dark voice that made me lose my mind. My pace quickened, to the point where I was having trouble breathing. The elevator was going up too slow, I had to get home. I had to check that you weren't gone.

“(Y/N)...” I said agitated, slowly entering the house, looking for your figure wandering through the hallways, looking for your shadow impregnated on the walls.

There was nothing, just silence, just those voices that told me the same thing over and over again.

You see? She's gone, she's abandoned you

“Stai zitto...” I murmured to myself. It couldn't be true. I wanted to believe it couldn't be true. I took off my veil and looked for you on one side, on the other.

I didn't find you and the fury inside me was fighting to come out, I could feel the heat rising through my body, I could feel how my fist was clenching the black fabric tightly, wanting to tear it.

“(Y/N), where are you?” I said with a slightly louder voice. Angie helped me look for you, Angie always helped me.

No, she didn't find you either. I wanted my voice to sound authoritative, stern, for you to respond to my call, but you didn't, and I didn't sound that way either. It was almost pathetic, it almost seemed like I was begging you.

I couldn't beg for you. You were mine, you belonged to me. You couldn't leave. You weren't going to leave.

“(Y/N),” I growled, this time with that desired tone. Anger burned my skin and my eye searched for you tirelessly. I would have been able to raise my entire army of dolls to find you, you know I would, (Y/N).

But the silence only made the voices stronger, more forceful. They sounded in my ears, in my head, they sighed on my skin, they gave me goosebumps. They told me the truth.

“(Y/N)!” I screamed through my teeth, making the walls reflect my anger. My steps became firm and my brow furrowed as I walked through the house. The voices only fell silent at that moment, at the moment when I screamed, when I demanded for you to appear. “(Y/N)! You better not be gone!”

She's gone, Donna, she has to pay, you have to grab some scissors and...

“No!” I shouted to drown out the suggestion that sounded terrible to me, at least in case I was making a mistake, which was increasingly further from the truth.

“Come here, (Y/N)! You'll regret it if you don't show up!” I continued shouting, kicking a chair hard. Sorry, I figured it was you.

“Hey, hey, hey... Donna, what's wrong with you? What are those screams about?” A voice that was not in my head made me stay stuck to the floor.

Your figure, your perfect body appeared in front of me. Two years, three, seven could pass. Your body would always make all the evil inside me to hide, afraid of your beauty.

“(Y/N)” I murmured, smiling involuntarily. Once again my demons managed to deceive me. You weren't gone.

But she will leave, Donna, she will leave... She will leave you alone.

“Honey...” You whispered, approaching me with a worried look. I lowered mine, embarrassed. “Honey, what's wrong?” You asked in a soft voice, with that tempting voice, typical of any demon.

“You were not here. I arrived and you weren't there,” I said sincerely, with reproach activated in my voice, with my eye dark because of the scare you had given me. Don't do it again, ever.

“Well, I was taking a shower,” you explained, leaning in to kiss me, to captivate me with your lips. I kissed you back, but I pulled away right away. Your eyes were still worried, just like my soul. “My love, you are shaking, are you having a crisis?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said, removing the hand that had risen to my cheek. I was never going to admit how worried I was. You couldn't leave, you were mine, and you would be forever.

You sighed, shaking your head, insisting on making me fall into your addictive caresses.

“What has the poor chair done to you?” You asked amused, luckily letting my hand go and picking up the furniture from the floor. Your look said it, you were scared, or worried, or both.

“I’ve tripped,” I lied, with that dry tone that pretended I didn't care enough about you to be on the verge of begging for you to come back. I would never beg for you, you were mine.

She's not, she'll leave.

I shuddered at that horrible voice, at that constant torment of a wounded mind. You noticed it, studying me again with your beautiful look, with that look that could make me melt.

“Has something happened at the meeting?” You asked, confused by my tremors.

“No, everything has gone as usual,” I said, breathing calmly, following the movements your hands made, those movements with which you thought you controlled me when I lost my mind. I don't know why, but they worked.

“Okay, Donna, that's it, breathe with me...” You whispered calmly, making me fall into your trap again, grabbing my hands, removing my fingers that were almost digging into my flesh. “You feel better now?”

I nodded when the voices stopped due to your caresses, your soft and innocent kisses. They were the worst of drugs for me, your tender and relaxing lips. I didn't want you to leave, please don't abandon me.

“Great,” you said with a casual smile, when my body stopped shaking and my face gave you a smile. “Anyway, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn.”

“No, I... I’m going to prepare dinner, okay?” I said relaxed, wanting to compensate you for my absurd doubts. You bit your lip and jumped into my arms, letting me hug you. Gods, how I love your hugs.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” you whispered amusedly in my ear, making me laugh too, making my cheeks take on a slightly rosy tone.

You gave me a quick kiss on the lips and turned away from me, plopping down on a couch under my watchful gaze. Whatever you did, (Y/N), was worthy of admiration.

I went down to the kitchen with the relief of being right, of being superior to those horrible voices. No, you weren't going to abandon me. You loved me, almost as much as I loved you.

While cooking, I hummed an old song. My world at that moment was perfect. Until two years ago, I had never cooked for anyone. Nothing made me happier than seeing how you enjoyed the things I prepared for you. Nothing made me happier than seeing your smile.

Donna…

A voice hummed in my head, wanting to get my attention. I did my best to ignore it, singing louder. I couldn't stop hearing it, it was in my head. I pressed my temples with my fingers, so that little pain would relieve and silence those demons. It was not as easy as before, it was no longer as easy as before.

Have you left her alone upstairs? How stupid you are…

I shook my head, adding more ingredients to the pot. I wanted to prepare something delicious for you, I wanted to, at least you would stay for my food. What a stupid thing.

“No... No... Not now...” I murmured nervously, diverting my attention from the fire and gripping a knife tightly.

Yes, now, Donna. You are reckless. She can escape, cut the power of the elevator and leave you locked here. How pathetic that would be, just like you are...

Ignoring my mind again, I let the handle of that knife go, before my disturbed conscience suggested the things I could do to you with it.

Luckily, I was able to dinner in peace. When I came up with the food, you had already prepared the table, a romantic dinner, or so you said. Those kinds of things are what calm the screams of my sick mind. Only you could calm me down.

The love I felt for you was so strong that I was able to forget my fears, behave like that person you said you loved. Your smile, your funny look and your informal comments made me feel part of you, always part of you. You weren't going to leave me, you were mine.

When it was time to sleep, my body claimed yours, I claimed you. I wanted to make you mine again and again, celebrate the victory of your love against the voices in my head. Everything could have been so perfect, (Y/N), but it wasn't, you didn't want it to be.

“Donna, I'm a bit... Tired...” You said, removing my hands from your waist, making my mouth stop kissing the addictive skin of your neck.

I looked at you confused and continued with the kisses despite your complaints. I had to make you mine, you had to be mine.

“Donna, stop, stop it,” you said with a stern voice, pushing me gently, preventing me from getting close again by placing your hands on my chest. Your eyes were sad now. They did not shine with the same desire as other times.

“Why?” I asked with a pleading tone, grabbing your waist, pulling you, to which you shook your head. “Please, I want to make love to you…”

It was a damn formal request, (Y/N), why the hell did you have to turn it down?

You see? She doesn't even want you to fuck her...

“I'm sorry Donna, but I already told you. I'm especially tired today,” you said, moving away from me and getting into bed. I protested with a growl.

I don't remember what I did, what expression my face had, but I remember your strange, scared eyes. That fearful look, those bright eyes made me tremble.

Did my look tell you that I was going to take what I wanted by force? Did you really think that way about me? What a problem, (Y/N), you only made me want to do it.

“Hey, I promise you tomorrow we will do whatever you want, okay?” You said, reaching out your arm to pull my wrist. “Come on, come to bed.”

“I don't want to,” I said with a tone that I now think was too childish. I didn't want to be with you, sleep with you, you had hurt me. I felt hurt. Something told me it was for no reason. “I'm going to the workshop.”

“At this time of the night? Come on, Donna, you can't spend all day with the dolls, you'll end up becoming...”  You said, protesting in a funny way, ignoring the seriousness of my words, of my intentions.

“Crazy?” I finished the sentence for you and you let yourself fall on the mattress, closing your eyes.

“I didn't mean that,” you corrected.

Too late, Donna, she's given himself away, she thinks you're a crazy psychopath. And…You are.

“Good night, (Y/N),” I said, leaving the room before those voices could shout any more. To be honest, I didn't want to make love to you that much, it was more of a feeling of power, of possession.

Not finding you when I got home had opened a crack in what was left of my sanity. Only my dolls, my eternal friends, could help me think clearly, to become that woman you loved again.

I started to sew, I couldn't do it. The fabric was slipping from my hands. Then I wanted to paint, but my body was shaking so much and it was impossible. Not even in the safety of my workshop was I safe, not anymore.

She’s leaving at night and you know what you're going to do? Nothing, because you never do anything, you are stupid, a nutcase, a...

“Basta!” I screamed, dropping the brush and burying my head in the table, grabbing it with my hands, pulling my hair in frustration. “Basta, per favore… Angie!”

At least the voices fell silent. At least they left me alone. Oh, Angie, if you knew how much good you are to me... You really manage to calm me down, and not (Y/N)...

“I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming,” the doll sang, that part of my consciousness that I myself created thanks to Mother Miranda's gift. I couldn't have endured my life without her.

“Angie... I can't take it anymore...” I sobbed, letting my hair go but starting to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks relentlessly. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was that you wouldn't listen to me. I didn't want your false compassion.

“The voices again?” the puppet asked, patting my back. She didn't even have to ask, she already knew, Angie always knew everything about me, my thoughts...

“They don't stop, Angie, they don't stop telling horrible things to me...” I explained among sobs, raising my head. Angie was listening to me, sitting at the table.

“What horrible things?” She asked with false curiosity. I composed myself. I didn't want to say them, they would come back, I'm sure they would come back.

“They tell me... They tell me that (Y/N), that she...”  I stuttered, involuntarily looking at the door, in case you showed up because of the scandal.

“They tell you that she will leave?” Angie finished the sentence for me, saving me the pain of repeating it. I nodded, embarrassed. “Bah, don't pay attention, she won't leave.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, annoyed by that simple answer.

“Well, I'm not but... It's what I think, what you think,” she explained, making comical gestures with her hands. “You must relax, Donna, otherwise you already know that the voices will never go away.”

“How do you want me to relax?” I asked, this time breathing harder. There were many things to break in that room, and the temptation was there. “Just, just the fact of thinking that she would abandon me...”

“Well, well, enough complaining,” Angie said, blatantly interrupting me. Thinking of Angie as a doll was much more reassuring than thinking that my own conscience had silenced me. “This way you won't be able to solve anything.”

I crossed my arms, regretting having called my doll. She was never particularly helpful, but at least, she was there.

“So how could I solve it? It's getting worse...” I murmured in a lower tone, looking around me. Neither the voices nor you appeared, luckily.

“Okay, okay, stop, my dear Donna,” the doll said, putting her arms in a calm position. “You can't complain if… If you haven't done anything about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, please, I know you know...” The puppet muttered, giving me a nasty elbow. Sometimes she took too many liberties. “If you are afraid that she will leave, the solution is simple, force her to stay.”

I was horrified by that proposal. There were many desires, the desire to be evil to you, to lock you in my room, to tie you to my bed. But that feeling of being truly loved, of a real feeling... It was much better. I never thought that way again, never, I promise, (Y/N).

“You know I can't do that... She loves me,” I protested with a grimace of absolute disgust.

“And you love her, right?” Angie responded boldly. I nodded almost immediately.

“I don't want to hurt her,” I said sincerely. I enjoyed seeing suffering in other people, but not in you, not in you, my love.

“Mm okay, that rules out my other two ideas,” the doll murmured in a comical, thoughtful way.

“If you're not going to help me, Angie, you better...” I said, tired of her shameless way of being, of the way I gave her, of my own conscience.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She screeched irritatingly, hurting my ears. “I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.”

“Speak once and for all,” I demanded, trembling to know what her horrible proposal would be.

“If you want (Y/N) to stay with you forever, and you don't want to hurt her... You should get her pregnant,” she said triumphantly, as if it were the best idea in the world.

It didn't horrify me the way it should, it sounded too good, even at first. But no, I still had my doubts.

“Pregnant?” I asked, blinking in confusion, feeling a chill running through my body. “How is that supposed to make her stay?”

“Just think about it, Donna,” Angie whispered, approaching me, pretending to tell me a secret. “If (Y/N) is having your child, she won't be able to leave.”

“Of course she will. And then I will lose (Y/N) and my child at the same time,” I contradicted, thinking about it more coldly.

“No, wrong,” she said amused, putting a finger on my nose, making me growl with rage. “What is a villager like her going to do with a baby to take care of? She doesn't have a family and you already know how badly single mothers are viewed in the village... Not to mention Miranda, who would surely have her eyes on...”

“Okay, okay, I don't understand anything, Angie,” I said, overwhelmed by all that information and worried about how good it sounded in my head.

“Come on, it's very simple. (Y/N) will have no choice but to stay here with you so her baby, your baby, can have a happy life. Besides, you always wanted a baby, right?”

“Well, I... It's, it's true but... But (Y/N) doesn't want to, or so I think,” I said, running my hand over the back of my sweaty neck.

“What does that matter? She's yours, Donna, don't forget it,” the doll snapped, with a more aggressive tone. I couldn't say for sure if it really was Angie.

“I don't know... I... Even if it’s a good idea, it's not possible. (Y/N) always wants me to put… You know…”

“Oh, of course, you're talking about that humiliating rubber band that forces you to put on your…”

“Yes, you don't need to say it,” I interrupted, blushing with embarrassment.

“It's humiliating, don't you think? It's like you disgust her...” She murmured sinisterly, which made my breathing even more complicated.

“She says it's for protection,” I said, thinking about her words.

Yes, it was really humiliating not being able to feel my skin against yours, but I had never thought about it. Maybe you were cheating on me, (Y/N). Maybe you didn't love me as much as you said you did.

“Yeah, of course, lie, lie, lie. She does it because she's afraid of having a baby with you and having to stay, don't you see?”

“Maybe...” I said thoughtfully, stopping paying attention to Angie, and listen to my conscience.

A baby... It sounded hasty, crazy. But the more I thought about it, the better results appeared in my mind. Yes, maybe Angie was right, maybe that part of me was right.

Having a baby is not harm, it is a sign of love, of the love I felt for you. Just imagine, (Y/N), a precious baby to take care of. Thinking about it only made those horrible voices duller. Maybe that would be the solution.

I got into bed, with the pregnancy issue on my mind. You were asleep, breathing in that way of yours, which said how alien to the world you were, that you hadn't even worried about me. It didn't matter, that was going to change soon.

“I love you, (Y/N),” I whispered in your ear, passing my arm over your body, bringing you closer to me. You moaned. I couldn't see your face, but I could swear you were smiling.

Yes, I love you, I loved you, I will always love you. I will always do anything so you know, I would do anything for you to be by my side. I didn't care about the consequences. You were mine, and you always would be.

What are you waiting for? Do what you have to do, tie that bitch to your bed and to your life...

The voices returned days later. I even thought I forgot about that idea for a moment. I could only see love in your face, in your smile, I could see only you. But your absence, even if it was justified, made my body tremble again.

I got up from the couch, leaving aside the book I was pretending to read, listening to every voice, every desperate scream that tortured me. They were right, you would abandon me if I didn't act, if I didn't make you mine in a way you couldn't even imagine.

“Hello, bellisima,” you said smiling, cutting some tomatoes in the kitchen. “Look, I hope you don't mind if I try to imitate your special sauce.”

My corners turned up as I walked towards you. Seeing you only inflamed my desires, it only made me feel pleasure.

“I don't care,” I said whispering, standing behind you and enjoying your beauty. Nothing else was needed for my body to start reacting, I knew it well.

“It's probably a failure, but hey, I want to try,” you murmured, joking and looking at me briefly with a smile. I couldn't, I didn't want to wait any longer.

My hand reached out to yours, pushing away that knife, that possibility of defending yourself. You didn't seem upset, or scared, much less when I brushed the hair from your neck and started kissing it, wrapping my hands around your waist.

“Wow... Someone is in a very good mood...” You murmured in a sensual voice, rubbing your body with my already noticeable erection, which made me moan with impatience.

I didn't respond. I just smiled while you couldn't see me, while you couldn't do anything but melt with my caresses.

“Okay, okay, Donna...” You sighed after a while of kissing and caressing my body, turning around to kiss me on the lips. “Come on, let's go to the bedroom.”

“No, here,” I said, grabbing your wrist, making you almost trip. You looked at me strangely, but that mischievous smile was still on your face.

“Well... It's okay,” you said, not very sure. “But let me go first to take a…”

“No,” I said abruptly, perhaps too sharply. You looked at me surprised and crossed your arms. I couldn't help but think of Angie's words.

It's humiliating, it's like you disgust her...

“No, you say?” You asked mockingly, putting your hands on your hips.

“I don't want you to make me put on that thing,” I protested, with a hiss that could have been terrifying.

“Well… I guess nothing will happen for doing once, right?” You said to my surprise. I was ready to force you. Hurting you, forcing you, is the last thing I wanted, tesoro...

I nodded, returning to your mouth, kissing you passionately. I didn't want to run, but my body forced me, I was eager to enter you, and so was I.

“Donna, calm down, there's no rush,” you laughed when my arms lifted you up, sitting on the counter, not wanting to move away from your mouth, from your addictive kisses. “You are definitely in a very good mood…”

“(Y/N), I want you... I need you... I need to make you mine...” I whispered in your ear, playing with my dress. My shaft pressed against my clothes, it wanted to come out, and I allowed it, at the same time you looked at me with bright eyes. You wanted it, right? Yes, yes, you wanted it.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, come here...” You whispered, pulling my clothes, making my body crash against yours.

I still can't explain the pleasure I felt when my erection rubbed your wet entrance. That stupid rubber thing would never get in my way again. I didn't think too much about it, you were fine, ready for me. Your body always so calm, adapting to me so slowly. That touch, making my way through your walls, stretching them, noticing how I slid, how you moaned with pleasure when I did it, still clouded my senses.

The goal was still in my mind, but nothing stopped me from enjoying it properly, as I always did when I made love to you.

“Gods, Donna... You're perfect...” You moaned, holding on to my body so as not to lose stability. I smiled, responding to your compliment with a kiss, intensifying my thrusts, moaning with pleasure as I felt your body hugging mine.

“I love you (Y/N),” I said quietly, continuing to move my hips against yours, separating your legs so I could enjoy the view in front of me even more. You laughed, controlling your release so it wouldn't be so soon. How cute, I wasn't going to control myself at all.

“Me too,” you said, moaning more and more, until you hugged me in an unimaginable way, squeezing my erection inside your body. It was the first time I felt it that much. My addiction to you only got worse. “Ugh,” you laughed, relaxing your body. “Donna... On second thought... Do it outside, okay?”

Stupid nutcase, cum now or you'll lose her...

The voices returned with your unpleasant request, they tormented me again, but they failed to distract me.

“No,” I gasped, thrusting into you harder. You opened your eyes, scared.

“Donna... Please...”

“No!” I screamed, holding your hips, digging my nails into your skin so you wouldn't dare to separate from me. Finally I released myself, feeling how the heat that came out of my body settled on yours, possessing you. You were mine, even more mine. My seed was inside you, you couldn't leave, not anymore.

“What's wrong with you? Haven't you heard me?” You asked. Not with resentment, you didn't seem upset, rather, disappointed. “Donna, why did you do it?”

I came out of you overwhelmed by pleasure, with my legs trembling with excitement. I didn't say anything to you. I just looked at you with a cold face, while I put my clothes back. You shook your head, in disbelief at what had happened.

“You're mine. Try not to forget it,” I whispered before disappearing from the kitchen. I had enjoyed it, yes, it was likely that my plan would work, but different voices appeared in my head, some pleading, sad, disappointed voices.

What have you done, Donna? How could you do something like that? You've let (Y/N) down… She loved you, Donna, you've let her down.

Regretting my mistake, for thinking that something like that would work, I isolated myself again in my workshop. You stopped coming to see me. You didn't speak to me for days. You were angry, upset, but you were still here.

She’s going to leave at any moment...

My anxiety, my madness got worse. I smashed dolls, kicked chairs, went crazy, deranged. My soul cried out for forgiveness, I needed your forgiveness. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. After almost two months of ignorance on your part, of cold looks and false smiles, accompanied by kisses that no longer said the same thing as before, I decided to leave my pride, beg for you not to leave, for you to forgive me.

One night, I left the workshop with that idea, the idea of ​​humiliating myself  in front you. The voices were not right. The voices were to blame for making the idea of ​​abandoning me more present in my head.

A light in the hallway caught my attention, along with a sob coming from the bathroom. It could only be you.

“Black gods… No… What am I going to do now? If I tell her... I... Oh, Gods, how would she react?” That's all I could hear before opening the door and discovering a horrible scene.

You were kneeling, crying, you had something in your hand, but I didn't notice. I could only see your tears spoiling your beauty, tears that I had caused.

“Why are you crying?” I asked crouching down next to you. You looked at me scared, hiding that strange object so I wouldn't see it.

Her passport to her freedom, you were always stupid, Donna...

“No, it's nothing,” you said, wiping your tears and putting the object in a pocket, out of my reach.

“Nothing? It doesn't seem like nothing,” I said, studying your crying. I was sure it was something bad, sure. “You've been sick for a while, (Y/N)...”

“Yes, well, I guess it's the weather,” you said, brushing it off, flashing one of those horrible, fake smiles.

At least I could do what I had gone to do. Maybe then you would stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry.

“Forgive me, (Y/N)” I whispered, reaching out my hand towards yours. You didn't move, you accepted my affection. That was a good sign. “I was so stupid…”

“What? Oh, no, no, Donna. That happened a long time ago. I've already forgotten,” you said, bringing your hand to my cheek. You were shaking.

“So, what's wrong?” I asked, nervous. I knew you were lying, I knew it. “I hate seeing you sad.”

You only sobbed harder, throwing yourself into my arms in a strange, desperate hug.

“Just, just hold me, okay? Please...” You asked with a voice that was brittle and distorted by crying. I obeyed, I didn't care about humiliating myself. You were mine and the responsibility was mine. “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nodded, letting myself be carried away by the heat of your embrace, by the horrible humidity of your tears on my skin.

That act of consolation, which went no further, was the last intimate contact I had with you. The more time passed, the more distant you became. You didn't come close to me, you didn't kiss me. You didn't hug me at night. What I thought was fixed only got messed up even more.

“It's good?” I asked, one night while we were having dinner. At least you were still talking to me, for now.

She’s going to leave, Donna…

You nodded with a genuine smile, which made me calm down.

“You know you it is,” you said amused, finishing your plate. “I'm sorry you had to cook.”

“I'm happy to do it, (Y/N)” I responded with a whisper.

“You're lovely when you want, huh?”

I smiled at the compliment and, wanting to be nice, I poured some wine into your glass, to which you denied while wiping yourself with a napkin.

“Mm, no, no thanks,” you said hastily, making me look at you confused. You always liked to drink some wine at night. You haven't done it in a while, and that bothered me.

I'm sure she thinks you poisoned her, anyway, how can she not think so? You're a dangerous psycho, Donna, you scared her, now she's scared of you...

“Why not? You liked wine,” I said, surprised, leaving the bottle aside, questioning you with my gaze.

“Yes, I like it but... I don't feel very well,” you said in a false tone, pretending to be dizzy, like you had in the last three months.

“Come on, drink, it will be good to you,” I insisted, wanting to silence those horrible voices that told you were afraid of me, were you afraid of me?

“No, really, I don't want wine,” you whispered in a more serious tone, with bright eyes.

“Drink,” I ordered, with anger again in my words. It was a test of trust, just that, (Y/N), why was it so difficult for you?

“I said I don’t want wine,” your voice darkened and your attitude scared me. I didn't want to lose you, don't you understand?

“Drink once and for all. I have this wine for you, and only for you, what does it cost you to value it?” I repeated, making you stand up with a grunt and with a surprising gesture, spill the glass on my head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't. The wine ran down my face, staining my dress and leaving my dignity at its lowest level. I should have been able to defend myself, to demand explanations from you, but I wasn't.

She should die for that...

“There's your fucking wine, Donna,” You hissed angrily, putting the glass back on the table with a dull thud. “I'm going to bed.”

Before you disappeared from my sight, I reacted, getting up and running after you, grabbing your arm, squeezing it tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Hey? Do you think you can humiliate me and get away with it?” I hissed, shaking you hard.

“Let me go of, Donna, you're hurting me,” you complained, hissing in pain. I freed you a bit. I didn't want to hurt you, I never did, (Y/N).

“You're the one who's hurting me, (Y/N)...”  I growled, determined to clear up my fears, to free myself from the demons. Maybe then, they would disappear. “You've been ignoring me for months, attacking me with false smiles... You don't come close to me... You barely talk to me, you avoid me... You don't let me make love to you, you don't even let me see you naked, and you expect me to let you go? No, I'm not going to let you go... You are mine...”

“Shut up,” you protested, slipping away from my arm. “You don't understand anything, Donna… And it's better to keep it that way.”

“Better for who, for you?” I asked ironically. “Come on, be brave and say it, say that you don't love me, that you're going to leave...”

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked, pretending not to know anything, as always.

“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” I hissed threateningly, pinning you against a wall. That time you were really scared, I could tell, you covered your body with your hands. “You think I don't know what that means, right? You pretend to be sick so you can be alone, and then you can think about how you are going to escape, right?”

You laughed ironically. That pissed me off, (Y/N), a lot.

“So you think? Wow, I thought you trusted me…” You mocked, pushing me away. It wouldn't be that easy for you. “You know what? I'm starting to think that maybe I should go.”

“You can’t leave!” I screamed furiously, chasing you again, only managing to pull the fabric of your dress, inevitably tearing it.

“Wait, no,” you said, desperately trying to cover yourself. “Gods…”

The house fell silent as I played with the fabric in my hands. It was useless for you to hide, I was watching you. Your body looked the same, but it wasn't. Your belly wasn't that bulging, I know. You weren't like that, you had changed, and there was a good reason for it.

“I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to find out this way,” you sobbed, kneeling on the floor and caressing your belly with your hands, that belly that contained... My child, our child.

“(Y/N), I... Are you...?” I asked, stunned, surprised and with so many emotions that I was unable to process them all.

“Yes, Donna, I'm three months pregnant,” you acknowledged in a broken, agonized tone. You were really sad, I hated seeing you sad.

I bent down to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say. All that time of scorn and lies had a meaning, a wonderful one.

What if it's not yours?

The voice reached my head, but quickly disappeared. The joy was much stronger than my demons.

“It is,” I said to myself, which made you look at me confused. But there was something, something that I did want you to answer me. “Why haven't you told me?”

You got up with my help. Your horrible sobs still bounced off the walls, but your breathing was calmer.

“I don't know Donna, I... I was really afraid that... Lately you were so... weird that... I didn't know how you were going to react... I was afraid.”

“You were afraid of me,” I stated, hugging you while you nodded, your body still shaking.

“Yes, I... No, I don't know Donna... lately you were so gloomy, so dark...” You stammered into my shoulder, filling yourself with that aroma of wine that stained my clothes.

“I haven't been honest with you, (Y/N)” I said, pulling you, wiping away your tears. “This is my fault, I... I thought you would leave, that you would leave me, that you would abandon me... I, the... The voices in my head kept tormenting me and I thought that if... If we had a child...”

You looked at me and nodded. There was no fear, or anger in your eyes, that baffled me.

“It doesn't matter what it was like,” you said, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. “Just, just tell me that you want it, Donna, that you love this baby as much as you love me…”

I smiled strangely, not really knowing how to interpret that reaction. I forced the voices to speak to me, but they didn't. The hand you placed on your belly made any fear disappear.

“I would never abandon you, Donna... You are the love of my life,” you whispered, letting me caress your swollen belly, letting the positive emotions overcome the negative ones. My baby, our baby. It was a dream.

“Could you forgive me?” I whispered, getting closer, resting my forehead against yours, closing my eye to feel more, to feel our child, your skin next to mine, to feel that I could have a family again.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” you said, moving away, letting me look at you. I nodded, nervous, free of those horrible voices. “Promise me you will never listen to those voices again… Promise you will take care of me, of the the baby… Please, promise me you will take care of us… And yourself…”

“Of course,” I said enthusiastically, truly smiling for the first time in months. I only felt love, happiness, the desire to be a family, a real one. “I will always take care of you, I promise... I love you... I love you so much...”  I said, hugging you, kissing you messily, giving an apotheotic end to that horrible time, to those doubts, to those voices... It's over.

She will always be with you, you will be a family, you will be happy...

“Me too, Donna,” you told me, moving away from my kisses while you laughed, “But... Promise me something else.”

I nodded again, unable to hold back the tears.

“For the Black Gods’ sake, take a shower, you stink of wine...”

[i-cant-sing]

This is going to be interesting fr, like how much differently do your Theodore treat the reader if they were childhood friends

Yesss, but like imagine Theodore being a platonic yandere for his childhood bestie Y/n. He knows you inside out and knows every struggle you've been through, all your secrets, even the ones you've never disclosed to him (yes, he was outside your window on October 12th, 2008 when you didnt come to school because you were "sick" as you had told him but had actually started your period).

Imagine just how overprotective he is, and he's so mean about it too. Its in his nature. He's glaring at you as you tell him that he had no right to beat up your date just because that man had his arm around your waist because you were okay with it. Ofc he just rolls his eyes and tells you that you're too stupid to know what guys are actually like, that you dont know about the "locker room talk" and he's just trying to keep you safe from pervs but ofc youre too "dense" to see it. You could've thought that he might be doing it because he's interested in you like that, but no, he violently cringes at the mere suggestion of your friends that you two fight like a married couple, not to mention how he treats you more like a sibling than your own. Bullying you constantly, messing up your hair, putting you in headlocks as often as he could, kicking the back of your knees to watch you flop on the ground, anything he could do to annoy you.

But he's also very helpful, yknow? He pretends like he couldnt give a rats ass about your existence but will just scoff and yank your assignment from your hands and complete it. Working on your college essay? He reads it, insults you at how stupid it is, then write one for you in one sitting, actually writing about your personal experiences that moves the admission officers to fucking tears at the pure raw emotion it draws out of them. About to leave for a date and you ripped your dress? Signs to you that this is just universe telling you to ditch the guy but then one look at your sad face and he's pulling out an emergency needle kit from his pocket and sewing it up. He'll think of another way to end your date <3

Theodore is also very possessive of you. Even as kids, he would throw sand in other kids eyes just so that theyre too busy crying to approach you and try to play with you. In highschool, he's already built like a transformer and with him having this mean look on his face, people definitely hesitated to approach you, especially when you have this brooding man standing behind you, intimidating everyone who dared to step within 5 feet of you. Now that you two are adults, and Theo is still working as a spy, he would use his skills to take out people that become a little to important to you.

I feel like Theo isn't an animal person, he is definitely not a people person, but he also doesn't care much for pets and it's not even cause his work doesn't allow him to care for pets properly but I still think that he would get a dog trained specifically to keep you out of danger. Or more particularly, keep you in home and bark (and bite/mutilate) anyone who is not him. So if you got a date, make sure he's not picking you up from home.

Definitely definitely finds a way to make you move in with him, if not live next to him. Of course, he has a different place where he keeps his work stuff and gear hidden, but he needs to live with you for his own sanity. And even though he has trackers hidden all over your clothes and belongings, he still likes to ask you where you are, what you're upto, etc, just to see if you'd lie to him. And if you do, be prepared for a very pissed off Theo who is just huffing and puffing all day because how dare you not trust him, your best friend???? Offensive.

But also, when he finds out that someone, anyone made you cry, or even is causing you to stress out, guess who's pulling out their murder gloves?

[nadvs]

I was reading cam girl for the first time (soooooo f good btw) but what do you think it would be like if she didn’t forgive him? like i feel as though the stuff he said about her was kind of unforgivable, i wanna know your thoughts on what it would be like if she decided that she didn’t want to hear him out?

I just want to know your thoughts or what you think would happen/ like how the story would looks if she never forgave him yk? 😭…. like how the fight would kind of unfold and whether she quits her job, or even how he feels about? (i just like angst LOL)

thank you!! omg yesss when i was writing it, i was like this man will literally have to wait hours for her and get on his knees and beg and grovel if he wants to be with her 🙂‍↕️ same though i love angst so i got you hehe

based on this fic! sad ending (all hurt, no comfort)

when she gets home from the party that night and sees rafe sitting outside her door, she’s in disbelief.

he tries to trail her into her apartment, but she doesn’t want to hear him out. as she’s pushing him out of her place, he keeps telling her to wait and listen but she shoves him out into the hallway and he’s so desperate that he says “i love you” to her on her doorstep.

it takes her back for a moment, and she glares at him as he searches her face for any hint of forgiveness, but she finally says, “you went too far with the things you said and the things you let your friends say. you don’t respect me. the kind of love i want doesn’t look like this.” his heart shatters.

she recounts it all to him, how she knows he said she never says no to him, how his buddy called her a slut and he laughed.

he says, “i’m sorry, okay? i beat that asshole up. and i hate myself for saying that shit. just calm down so we can talk.”

she says, “i’m never talking to you again.”

she shuts the door and he just stares at it with his heart pounding, never having been rejected like this. he’s sure that she must just be mad in the moment, because how can she throw away the connection they have?

it’s hard to control himself because he’s so pissed and heartbroken, but he goes home, sure they’ll fix things. she just needs to cool down.

but she doesn’t return any calls. he even sends her money to get her attention. no response.

he comes to her apartment again the next night and when she won’t open the door, he pleads, “don’t do this. we have to see each other at some point.”

“no we don’t. i quit my job.”

she’s standing in her kitchen, staring at the door, thinking about all the times he came through it.

she wonders if she can just move past this all. but what he said was so horrible that she can’t imagine being happy with him, knowing what he’s capable of.

she called the cleaning agency earlier that day and asked to work at another house. she can’t imagine going back to tannyhill. seeing rafe. dealing with the staff there. and she shut down her account on the cam girl website. she’s done with it all.

“you quit?” he says angrily through the door. “baby, why? i’m so fucking sorry, alright? you can’t end this because of some bullshit i said to my friends.”

“rafe, go.” the tears are thick in her throat. “leave. we’re done.”

he’s terrified to ask, but he has to know.

“do you love me?” he asks. he waits, staring down at the floor.

“i did,” she finally answers.

“you did?” it gives him hope for a second, but reality crashes down on him again.

“i don’t anymore,” she says. it’s a lie, but she knows once enough time passes, she’ll be over him. “go.”

he keeps calling and texting her. he keeps sending her money. he even goes on the cam website, but her account is gone. he tries to find her in case she started a different account, but he can’t.

she never responds to any of his attempts to talk.

about a month later, rafe is at one of his friend’s houses, sitting by the poolside, when he sees her again. he’s been more moody than ever before since their break-up. he’s mad that she threw what they had away. he’s hurt that his apology wasn’t enough.

from the pool, he notices her. he never told his friends her name or what happened, just that things didn’t work out, so they have no idea what a big deal it is that he’s seeing this girl right now.

he stares at her from the backyard as she cleans the sliding door glass. she didn’t really quit. she just went to work at another kook’s house.

she comes out to wipe the other side, the sound of her sliding the door open getting his friend’s attention.

“honey, get us some beers, will you?” his buddy calls.

she turns her head, the frustrated look rafe knows all to well etched on her face.

“i’ll let the servant know,” she replies flatly. “i only clean.”

when her eyes land on rafe, she freezes. she was just thinking about him. she thinks about him all the time. how fun he was, how much he loved spoiling her, how sweet he could pretend to be.

but deep down, he was cruel. she knows he’ll never really see her as more than a sex object. what they had was transactional.

“i don’t get why they’re so sensitive about that shit,” his friend laughs quietly. “like, just get some drinks. i don’t give a damn about your job description.”

rafe watches her rush away.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” rafe mutters, standing to follow her.

“got a soft spot for maids, cameron?” he replies tauntingly. but rafe ignores him.

she tries to gain some composure, hoping that he won’t trail her. but it’s rafe. of course he’s going to find her without any consideration for her feelings or her job.

he sees her rush down the downstairs hallway into a spare room. when she turns at the sound of footsteps, her breath catches when she sees him up close again.

“i thought you quit,” he says, his voice low.

she brushes past him to close the door so nobody overhears. her back is to the door, her eyes wide while she looks up at him.

“i quit at your house,” she replies. “what do you want?”

rafe’s brows pinch in a mix of sorrow and frustration. he missed her voice. the way she used to talk to him. over her computer. in her bedroom.

“is he always a dick to you like that?” he asks. she tries not to look at his toned body, droplets of pool water scattered over his chest.

god, she misses his body. his touch. everything.

“i don’t care what he says,” she replies. “this is just a job.”

rafe tilts his head, gazing at her with disbelief.

“is that right?” he mumbles. “was it just a job with me, too?”

she stills. throughout their time together, she thought to herself over and over that being his own personal cam girl was something she’d do for free. she genuinely enjoyed her time with him.

and because she’s not interested in playing a game, in being eaten alive by her pride and later regretting it, she’s honest.

“i would’ve done all that stuff with you without the money,” she admits. “i fell for you. but i was always just body parts to you and i respect myself too much to-”

“why are you so fucking stubborn?” he interrupts. “i told you i love you.”

“no, you just love using me.”

“so, i’m a liar?” he scoffs.

“i’ll never forget what you said. i’m a slut to you.”

“no, you’re not,” he says tersely. “do i have to fucking beg?”

“you don’t have to do anything,” she says, “because nothing will make me want you again. i have work to do. don’t follow me.”

she leaves the room, wiping the tears building up in her eyes away.

rafe wants to punch a wall. he wants to destroy everything in this room. and the only thing keeping him from doing it is knowing she’ll have to clean it up.

he leaves without saying anything to his friends. he wishes he never saw her. because hearing that nothing will make her want him again is something that’ll replay in his head over and over. it’ll haunt him.

he won’t open his heart up to a girl ever again. he swears it to himself. nothing is worth this agony.

(continuation)

[m3-kk]

TCF NOVEL SPOILERS- My TCF notes

Hmmm it’s been a minute since I posted any of my TCF notes about the chapters.. so here ya go! THIS US PART 2 SHAWTYS!!

Ch. 1- YESSS CHAPTER 1!! Not the Kings Palace going kaboom 😶 Cale needs to rest!!! Slacker chan!!!

Ch. 5- AHHHHHHHHHH LEE SOO HYUKKKKKKKK LETSS GOOOOO! BLACK HAWKK OOO

Ch. 6- His name is now Sui Khan 😮

Ch. 7- 🍪 Cookiess! So we have to travel different dimensions now? Cale needs a break 😭😭

Ch. 8- World with the white mages = Xiaolen Planet

Ch.9- YAY DIVINE ITEM MIRROR LAPTOP THINGY! We are definitely going to like the other worlds people evil smirk 😏

Ch. 10- HAH CALE HUNG UP ON DUKE FREDO LOL! Sooo Cale is a god. 😀

Ch. 12- Dead mana is purer AND Cale’s power is more efficient here? Interesting..

Ch. 13- Hey we have a spare world tree!

Ch. 15- Mary is registering as a candidate to be a necromancer empress GO MARY!

Ch. 16- AW HER FAKE NAME IS “Heni Wishrop” HENI STANDS FOR HENITUSE!

Everyone thinks our Mary is powerful hehe!

Ch. 21- Working with Zero & the 4th Prince for the Harmony test :D

Ch. 22- OOooo Black Rain 🌧️

Ch. 24- Now we actually need to kill those hunters. How dare they lay a finger on our family. Let’s flip them over immediately.

Ch. 25- Yay! Hong & On <3 Let’s go to the infected area! 2nd Princess?

Ch. 26- the 2nd imperial princess has been converted to Caleism hah m! Tree-bush monster ye fire, destruction, protection!

Ch. 27- Are you human? HAHAH CALEE

Ch. 28- That Marquis guy is smart. Cale really is acting like a purifier so funny!

Ch. 31- Blood Message! How scary!

Ch. 34- Attacking the bad guys >:]

Ch. 36- BURNNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ch. 37- 50% power to get 2,500% as a result! SO EFFICIENTTTT WEEEEEE

Ch. 38- THE HUNTER WHO HUNTS HUNTERS! GO CALE SO POWERFUL HA!

Ch. 39- Cale.. not everyone is a super powerful ultimate other worldly being like you! I feel bad for Goldie Gramps 😭

Ch. 40- In Prison with the fam 😜

Ch. 41- We are going to loot!! Goldie Gramps is angry and that dragon is timid but crazy. I love our family! CHAOS LOVE

Ch. 42- DESTROY THE ESTATE MWAHAH

Ch. 43- So sad that we couldn’t loot 😭🥲

Ch. 44- Ooo Opening the safe 💰

Ch. 54- ooo revealing us to the empire?

Ch. 58- Choking? Reminds me of Adin

Ch. 63- HAH I KNEW IT THE FAKE WT IS STAYING YOOO

Ch. 64- INFOOO! Not the Patriarch blowing up that’s crazy! We could’ve gotten so much more info! But oh well! Five Colors ooo!

Ch. 65- HAHAH THE GOD OF DEATH IN THE GROUP CHAT HAHAH I LOVE HIMM HEHHEHE (I love this chapter)

Ch. 66- AWWW Chatting with fire of Purification in puppy form!

Ch. 67- This is so cute I’m glad we get a lil’ rest just chatting with the nice puppy ❤️ I love!!!

Ch. 69- Almost the end of this arc!

Ch. 71- HOME WITH THE MONEYYYYY

Ch. 73- Ron, Beacrox! I missed uuuu!

Ch. 75- Aw the Henituse Fam! Billos!

Ch. 76- You get a mine, you get a mine. EVERYONE GETSA MINE!!

Ch. 78- YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE EMPLOYEES!

Ch. 79- @CP we have a mommy on our side? Mummy’s boy emperor as well???

Ch. 81- CENTRAL PLAINS?! The sworn brother goodbye was cute.

Ch. 83- We meet CP’s clone?? Cutie??

Ch. 85- The disrespect! They can’t pronounce our Cale Henituse’s name!

Ch. 86- NEW NAMES LETSGOOO

Ch. 90- YOO we got a golden plaque!

Ch. 91- Cale ignores Toonka but not Roan!

Ch. 93- We found the living jiangshi!

Ch. 94- enlightenment is crazy****

Ch. 97- Talking with the Sword Sainttt

Ch. 100- Purification! Chapter 100!

Ch. 101- One word, blood. SHITTTTT NOO

Ch. 102- AWKWARD! Yay Choi Jung SOO

Ch. 106- LET HIM EATTTT

Ch. 108- So many ally’s yay !!!!

Ch. 112- We. Are. Going. To. EATT! (a elixir)

Ch. 113- 70% shield 53% water

Ch. 116- The Alliance leader is being bitchy SHOW EM’ WHOSE BOSS! (Roan misses Alberu)

Ch. 118- Don’t hurt our Cale! Please!

Ch. 119- Aw I love when Choi Han & Beacrox talk together about family

Ch. 121- Ah the god ole trash bastard days

Ch. 123- Green Forest Bastards try and mess with us?! Angry Cale! >:(

Ch. 124- OO Cale is the BOSS MAN

Ch. 127- 68% then 72% of fire!!

Ch. 128- Pfft Caleism has a poem now lol.

Ch. 129- HUHH Big complicated lore??

Ch. 131- WOAHH The Heavenly Demon is a smart cookie fr fr wow intelligent!

Ch. 135- The Left Guard is so cute awe

Ch. 136- Oh no the Heavenly Demon ain’t doing so good :[

Ch. 137- Helping out the HD again. Spy?

Ch. 139- Aw Choi Family spars. I love it

Ch. 141- HD is being healed yay

Ch. 142- I was so concerned about Cale the whole time! Bloody Battle

Ch. 146- (I hope everyone at home is ok)

Ch. 151- TALKING WITH ALBERU YAYAYAY

Ch. 152- Pinnacle Demon is poison crazy

Ch. 153- We going to destroy things now?

Ch. 154- YAY DESTRUCTION DESTROY

Ch. 155- FINALLY FLIP THINGS OVER KYA

Ch. 157- OO WATER AP FOUND SOMETHIN

Ch. 158- OMG DRAGON LORE?? YAHOO

Ch. 159- “Raon’s lackey” I got the chills!

Ch. 160- OOOooo I’m hooked! Dragons<3

Ch. 162- Oh DAMN! We got a mf jackpot! Water is 300 percent stronger than the OG. No blood shed! Dragons are great!

Ch. 163- HAHA LOOTING ANCIENT STUFF

Ch. 165- Scale+Crown+Crown=Red Crown

Ch. 169- Shit is going down! TSUNAMI!

Ch. 171- How dare she think to threaten us, she shall die by Choi Hans sword.

Ch. 176- Old man Baek describes Cale’s world and “reads” him

Ch. 183- I love that we can run wild!! 😜

Ch. 185- THE PRIESTESS the youngest daughter of Orsena!

Ch. 186- The Dominantung Aura

Ch. 187- Our little Han got stronger (I’m so fucking proud of him 🥲)

Ch. 188- We killed her.. Last words?

Ch. 189- The Formation Collapsed!

Ch. 190- Raon’s MC moment. (Cute bond)

Ch. 191- Using water AP to Max! Or not?

Ch. 192- the Punto Banhui and Tears💧

Ch. 195- You got games on your phone?

Ch. 196- Everyone wants Cale to be a god

Ch. 199- WE LEFT!!! NOW WE ARE HOMEE

Ch. 200- Awww so cute at Alberu’s casa

Ch. 201- That actually so funny 🤣

Ch. 202- Zoom Call with Ahn Roh Man talking about gamess. Similarities?

Ch. 206- Aw it been a bit since we chilled

Ch. 209- Speech ruined! (So every time Cale has to do a speech it’s interrupted)

[pandorxxx]

Tell him…

Lo’ak (20) x fem omatikayan reader (20)

Supporting character: Neteyam sully (with his fine ass🤦🏾‍♀️)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, squirting, knife play, praise kink

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

For as long as you can remember, lo’ak and Neteyam have had a crush on you. Always competing for your attention, your love. Fighting with each other to settle who would be with you in the end. Although you did make a choice at some point , you couldn’t get the other one out of your mind.

You and lo’ak were working towards a relationship, while Neteyam scoffed from the sidelines. You made it clear to Neteyam that Lo’ak was the one you wanted, but he didn’t believe you. Neteyam knew that he could do so much more for you, be the man that you needed. His baby brother couldn’t handle you the way he could, and apart of you knew that. Neteyam was older, more mature, manly, and that’s what you so desperately desired. However, no one could compare to lo’ak. You two had a bond that no one could break. Everything about him made you melt. The way he talked to you, the way he held you, the way he fucked you.

“Oh great mother, yesss!” You screamed, bouncing on lo’ak, chasing your third orgasm of the night. He watched you ride him with lustful eyes.

“Mhmm don’t stop, baby!” Lo’ak shouted, bucking his hips upward to meet yours. He gripped your ass, plunging you down onto him to match his strokes. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You like when I fuck you senseless? Huh?” He growled, pulling you down to him by your neck, as he thrusted into you hard and fast. You bit your lip, feeling your high approaching you quickly.

“mhmmmm!!” You nodded frantically, looking into his eyes.

“You wanna cum on this dick?” He whispered in your ear, before licking it. Those words sent you spiraling. Your mouth dropped as you felt him hit your sweetspot with every thrust. You nodded, looking into his eyes.

“Go ahead, let it go, baby!” He grunted, throwing his head back as you clenched around him. Your legs started to shake, as your eyes rolled back. He watched you reach your peek, as this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had with him. He was almost proud that he was able to make you feel like this, but he didn’t know who was on your mind at the time. Your eyes were closed, as you thought about Neteyam. You whole body shook violently, as you threw your head back, and before you knew it:

“Mmm yes NETEYAM!!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, collapsing into lo’ak chest. Lo’aks orgasm was quickly ripped away when he heard those words fly out of your mouth. He completely froze as you held him tight. So may thoughts ran through his mind.

Neteyam? NETEYAM?! Was she always thinking about Neteyam when i fucked her? Have they fucked before? Am I not good enough?

He threw you to the side, standing in-front of you. You had just realized what you’d done. Calling his brothers name while you reached your climax. You looked at him with sad eyes, tears threatening to leave.

“Lo’ak I-“ he shook his head to signal for you to stop talking.

“Neteyam?…” he asked, barely above a whisper.

Your ears went flat, tail wrapping around your legs. He looked at you with pure disgust as he shook his head.

“Y/n…have you been fucking my brother?” He asked, surprisingly calm, as he clenched his jaw. The memories of you and Neteyam sneaking around with each other flooded your mind. You threw your head down, looking into your lap.

“Yes…” you whimpered in disappointment. You shook your head, knowing that you just broke lo’aks heart. He chuckled before pacing the room.

“I should’ve known. The way he looks at you? The way you look at him? I thought we were working on building our relationship?” He stopped, putting his hands on his hips as he glared into your puffy eyes.

“Is he better than me?” He whispered, trailing your naked body, then meeting your eyes again. You shook your head frantically.

“No, baby! He’s not even close, I promise!” You cried, getting off the bed. You got on your knees infront of him, looking up at him with your doughy eyes.

“Lo’ak, I am so sorry! It was a mistake! I promise, baby! Please don’t leave me!” You plead, grabbing his hand, bringing it to your tear stained cheek. He looked down at you, and then to the ceiling, clenching his jaw.

“Tell Neteyam…” lo’ak commanded, looking back down at you. You looked up at him, confused about his command.

“I do not understand.” You confess, shaking your head. He bit his lip, before bending down to your level.

“Tell him that I fuck you better.” He stated, grabbing your neck, bringing your forehead to his. He could see the hesitation in your face, making him angrier.

“Unless you don’t mean it! And you’re just telling me what I want to fucking hear! Is that it?!” He huffed, shaking your neck harshly. You grabbed the hand that was connected to your neck, caressing it to calm him down.

“NO! NO! I will tell him!” You stated nervously, shaking your head in agreement. He looked you up and down, before smirking to himself.

“How about you show him?” He licked his lips, glaring at you with nothing about lust. You shook your head in confusion. He let you go, before walking towards his neck piece on the table. He turned around to you slowly, pressing the button.

“NETEYAM!” He yelled, still staring at you.

“W- what is wrong?” A half sleep Neteyam answered.

“Brother! Come quick! Something is wrong with y/n!” Lo’ak shouted with fake emotion, as he glared at you with a straight face.

“Y/n?! I’ll be right there!” Neteyam muttered urgently. Lo’ak shook his head at his brothers sudden surge of energy when he heard your name. Lo’ak threw the head piece back on the table. He walked towards you, picking you up and placing you on the cot.

“Are you gonna show him who you belong to?” He asked, playing with your hair. You nodded hesitantly, before hanging your head down. He turned around, putting his loincloth back on. His ears perked up when he heard loud footsteps approaching the hut. The door flew opened to reveal an out of breath Neteyam.

“I-i got over here as fast as I cou-“ he was cut off by the scene infront of him. You completely naked, hiding yourself from him. Lo’ak tying his loincloth back, glaring at him.

“What is the matter?” Neteyam asked, closing the door behind him. Lo’ak smirked, crossing his arms.

“You tell me, brother.” Lo’ak chuckled, looking between you and Neteyam. Neteyam’s eyes widened in realization. Still playing it off, neteyam shook his head in confusion.

“W-what are you talking about?” Neteyam asked, scratching the back of his head.

“She was SCREAMING your fucking name on top of me a few minutes ago! Stop fucking lying to me!” Lo’ak gestured angrily, shouting as his breathing became rapid. Neteyam looked into your frightened eyes. You shook your head at him, signaling for him to stop lying. Neteyam sighed loudly, resting his hands on his hips.

“Wow…” lo’ak started, glaring at his older brother in disappointment.

“So really have just been FUCKING my girlfriend, and pretending that everything is all good? Right?” Lo’ak pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

“She’s not your girlfriend lo’ak. I wouldn’t have done this if you two were mated.” Neteyam explained, pointing to you.

“THATS NOT THE FUCKING POINT!” Lo’ak shouted, rubbing his hands through his loose braids in frustration. You whimper at his anger, buring your head in your lap. Neteyam shot his head at you, and then back at lo’ak.

“Lo’ak, you are scaring her. Let’s talk about this outside.” Neteyam commanded, pointing towards the hut door. Lo’ak shook his head, walking towards Neteyam.

“No! We’re going to talk about it right now! She is MINE. NOT YOURS!” Lo’ak growled, pushing Neteyam back by his shoulders. Neteyam stumbled back, before regaining his balance. He walked up to his brother, clenching his fists before looking back at you. The fear in your eyes made his heart sink. Neteyam shook his head, backing away from lo’ak slowly.

“I’m leaving, we’ll talk about this later.” Neteyam growled, turning towards the door, but lo’ak stopped him in his tracks.

“NO! You’re going to stay! The only way for you to get it is if I fuck her in-front of you!” Neteyam’s eyes widened, turning around to look at lo’ak. Neteyam glared at him with pure disgust.

“I’m not playing your sick game. You can fucking have her.” Neteyam spoke, barely above a whisper.

“If you leave, I’ll fucking kill her.” Lo’ak whispered, waiting for a response. Neteyam’s eyes grew angry, grabbing his brothers arm.

“Watch your fucking mouth. You wouldn’t dare.” Neteyam growled through gritted teeth, releasing his brothers arm harshly.

“Try me.” Lo’ak back up to the table, grabbing his knife and running towards you. He hopped behind your back, holding the knife to your jugular. You screeched in fear, tears starting to well in your eyes. Neteyam started walking over when lo’ak stopped him by pushing the knife closer to your neck.

“Don’t come any fucking closer!” He yelled before bending down to your ear.

“Just play along, y/n. You know I would never hurt you.” Lo’ak whispered, before kissing your ear and looking back at Neteyam with a sadistic grin. Neteyam was torn. He didn’t want lo’ak to hurt you, but he could NOT watch his lo’ak have his way with you. He hissed in frustration.

“Have a seat, in the corner, this might take a while.” Lo’ak nudged his head to the corner of the room. Neteyam shook his head in disappointment. Eyes flickering between you and his insane baby brother.

“You are SICK!” Neteyam yelled before backing into the corner, sliding down the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest, burying his head in his lap.

“Just, follow my lead, ok?” Lo’ak whispered softly, rubbing your back with the knife still to your throat. You nod nervously, watching Neteyam rock back and forth in the corner.

“Ohhh neteyammm, look up before I slit her fucking throat!” Lo’ak sung, pushing your head onto the cot, pulling your hips up towards his pelvis. Neteyam looked up angrily, tears threatening to fall from his glossy eyes.

“Get this shit over with!” Neteyam growled, glaring at lo’ak as he untied his loincloth behind you.

“Nope, I’m gonna take my sweet time with her! That’ll show you who she belongs to.” Lo’ak grunted, sliding his hard cock into your dripping cunt. You bit your lip to suppress the moans that threatened to slip out. You got a glance of Neteyam in the corner, shaking in anger as tears fell down his face.

Lo’ak pulled you up by your hair, pressing the knife to your throat as he thrusted into you slowly. The mix of fear and pleasure was becoming overwhelming for you. You threw your head back onto lo’aks chest, gripping the arm that was threatening to slit your throat with the slightest move.

“Talk to me baby, what is it?” Lo’ak whispered, fangs grazing your neck as he glared at Neteyam. Neteyam was completely heart broken as he watched you melt into his brothers arms.

“Mmmm, please!” You moaned, shaking your head from the overwhelming pleasure. Lo’ak wrapped his strong arm around your torso, knife still to your throat.

“Please what, baby?” He asked innocently, speeding up the pace. Your mouth dropped, as you threw your head down towards the cot. Lo’ak growled as he grabbed your jaw, pushing it to meet neteyams sad gaze.

“Tell Neteyam what’s wrong. Whats happening to you right now?” Lo’ak shot an all-knowing grin at Neteyam. You started clenching around lo’ak, feeling your high approaching you quickly. You shook your head, not wanting to upset Neteyam with your orgasm. Lo’ak help the knife up to your throat tighter.

“TELL HIM!” He shouted making you whimper. You started shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Cumminggg!!!” You screamed, convulsing on lo’ak. Neteyam pursed his lips, burying his head in his hands, not being able to take anymore of this sick, and twisted game.

“Yes baby thats what the fuck I’m talking about!” Lo’ak moaned, slowing down the pace to let you ride out your high. He slapped your ass one good time before picking you up by your hair, and dragging you infront of Neteyam. You laid on your stomach, tears falling from your face as you watched Neteyam weep. You crawled towards him drunkenly, holding onto his ankle.

“I-I’m sorry, teyam. I did not mean for this to happen.” Your voice strained, as you panted.

He looked at you briefly with disappointment, before burying his head back into his hands.

Lo’ak straddled your back, pinning your arms. He lifted you by your hair, placing the knife to your throat.

“Tell him what you told me! TELL HIM!” Lo’ak growled glaring at Neteyam who was now visibly frustrated as he watched you struggle.

“Why are you doing this? YOU’RE FUCKING HURTING HER!” Neteyam shouted, flexing his muscles as he gestured angrily.

“I’m not hurting her…” lo’ak grinned as he lined his cock up with your cunt once more. He slid in slowly, making you moan unintentionally.

“I’m hurting you…” lo’ak said calmly, tilting his head at Neteyam, shooting him a devilish smile as he thrusted into you hard and deep. Neteyam shook his head as he watched you fall into lo’aks trap.

“‘mmm lo’aaaakk!” you whine, throwing your head down in pleasure. Lo’ak let your arms go, placing them gently on the floor. He trailed the knife down your back softly, sending chills down your spine, causing you to twitch briefly.

“You like that,huh? Such a fucking freak.” He chuckled before looking at Neteyam. Neteyam refused to watch you like this. He rocked back and forth as his head was turned towards the hut door.

“Look at her, coming undone for ME! No one else. Y/n is MINE!” Lo’ak grunted, slamming into you with so much force, hitting your sweetspot with every thrust.

“You wanna tell him what we talked about, babygirl?” lo’ak whispered in your ear, still glaring at Neteyam. You were an absolute mess. Lo’ak was sending you into a frenzy, thrusting into you and filling you up just right. Your jaw dropped when he rolled his hips into you, massaging your sweetspot with his tip.

“Be a good girl, and tell him y/n…” he patted your back to keep you calm, as he thrusted into you with no remorse.

“Mmm net-Neteyam, I- I’m sorry!” You moaned feeling you high approaching you. Lo’ak slapped your ass hard causing you to yelp in pain.

“That’s not what the fuck we talked about! Tell him, NOW!!” Lo’ak growled, speeding up his pace.

“LO’AK FUCKS ME BETTER!” You screamed in an attempt to get lo’ak to ease up on you. Neteyam’s ears perked up, shooting his head at you in disbelief. You couldn’t take the embarrassment of looking him in the eyes, so you threw your head down in shame.

“You are making her say that! You are holding a knife to her neck!” Neteyam growled at lo’ak, tears threatening to roll down his face in anger.

“Look at her…she’s loving this shit.” Lo’ak laughed before pulling out of you. He picked you up to face him. He tapped your thighs signaling for you to jump, and you obliged, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“You are fucking sick.” neteyam whispered, watching his brother slide into you slowly.

“You fucked my girlfriend, and came around me like nothing happened, but IM SICK?” Lo’ak snarled, thrusting into you slowly, making your head go limp from the overwhelming pleasure.

“You listened to me go on and on about how much I loved her, while you were FUCKING HER BEHIND MY BACK, AND IM SICK?” He grunted, speeding up the pace, causing you to moan louder than before as you chased your orgasm.

“Mmmm lo’aaaakkk!” You whined as your hips met his thrusts. He patted your head, kissing your forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m almost done, baby.” Lo’ak shushed you as he glared at an angry Neteyam.

“No I’m not sick…I’m getting EVEN! You’re gonna watch her cum for me so we can settle this shit once and for all!” Lo’ak grunted, feeling his high slowly approaching him.

“Lo’ak! Im sooo c- close!” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know, baby. Just let go for me!” Lo’ak grunted, biting his lip as he watched you fall back into his arms, revealing your breast and stomach to him. He took the knife, sliding it down your entire torso, sending you over the edge. Neteyam watched in disgust. He couldn’t believe that his brother was doing this.

“Tell Neteyam you’re sorry for the misunderstanding, and that it won’t happen again.” Lo’ak commanded, tapping the blade on your stomach.

“Ahh, Neteyam Im s-sorry for the misunderstanding, and i-it -fuck! it won’t happen again!” Lo’ak smiled, pulling you up to be face to face with him.

“You’re such a good girl!” He chuckled, gripping your neck.

“I’m s-sorry, lo’ak! You’re the best I’ve ever had!” You cried, staring deep into his eyes, as you nodded for confirmation. He bit his lip, sinking his cock into you deeper. Neteyam’s ears go flat at your sudden confession, as he watched your legs shake around his baby brothers torso.

“I forgive you baby. I know you’re sorry! Now cum for me! Show him who you belong to!” Lo’ak nodded, staring deep into your teary eyes.

“Fuck! Cummingggg!!!” You screamed, squirting all over lo’aks stomach. Lo’ak watched you twitch as you came down from your high, only triggering his.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby? I want you to be mine forever.” He grunted before cumming deep inside of you, thrusting into you slowly to ensure that you got every last drop of him. You held onto him tightly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. With every slow thrust, you whimpered out of sensitivity. Neteyam watched the scene unfold in shock, contorting his face in anger.

“I cannot believe you would do this!” Neteyam shook his head, laying against the wall behind him. Lo’ak walked over to Neteyam slowly, kneeling infront of him, with your twitching body still clinging onto him.

“Well…” lo’ak started, as he caressed your back with his fingertips.

“Seeing is believing…”

Damnnn hollon now! Not lo’ak being completely unhinged, I literally love that for him😩. Anywaysss, as always….I love y’all so much🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 and I’ll see yall tomorrow!!!

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[pinkslipxox]

Oh my god hear me out!! So how about a fluff to smut? Reader is Mexican and has curly hair, and Miko overhears her friends talk badly about your hair at a gathering or some sort of party, reader hears and Miko being the best girlfriend ever stands up for you. And when you two get home, it ends in yummy strap-on sex!!

(IM IN LOVE W YOUR MIKO FICS)

Hola, mami!!! Youre so sweet xx Yesss omg hope you like it 😘😘❤️

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Miko loves everything about you. Especially your hair. She loves how bouncy the look, the way they feel as she rubs your head as you fall asleep on her chest, and how it always smells of your coconut and shea butter shampoo and conditioner. Your family described your hair as ‘pelo chino’ in their Mexican Spanish, something that always gave Miko a chuckle whenever she heard you say it.

In her eyes, there is no one in the world as beautiful as you.

Tonight you and Miko are over at Mauro’s house where he is hosting a get together with lots of friends and acquaintances that Miko knew. She brought you along, of course, wanting to share the evening with you and introduce you to everyone. While you are sitting with Mari, Miko is sat around with a small group of friends, listening in on a story before she gets up to grab a beer.

And that’s when she hears it. Your name being whispered amongst the group, followed by quiet laughter and jeers. Miko freezes.

“I bet Miko wishes she had straight hair— there’s no way in hell I’d be seen with someone who looks like they’ve just woken up,” one of them sneers, scrunching up their face in disgust as the other friends snicker.

“Dios mío, parece que tiene un nido de ratas en la cabeza,” another chimes in, their eyes looking up at you up and down with disdain. The snickers turn into laughs, careless and taunting.

Miko’s blood boils.

In the midst of her anger, Miko’s heart aches for you. You, blatantly unaware of what was being said about you, continue to giggle and talk with Mari across the room. You barely even know the people who were talking about you behind your back, and they barely even know you, either. How dare they?

Miko doesn’t even think twice and storms over to them. Her chest rises up and down with anger. And her fists are to her side, clenched.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Miko growls at her friends, and the group’s faces grow pale as they all snap their heads up to see Miko, unaware that their comments have been heard. The first friend opens her mouth to say something but the other one beats her to it.

Unbeknownst to Miko, your attention draws to the confrontation.

“Tranquila, Miko, no estaba hablando en serio,” she protests with an awkward chuckle and Miko clenches her jaw.

“Esa es mi novia de la que estabas bromeando,” Miko snaps, her tone sharp. “Ni siquiera la conoces y bromeas sobre su cabello. If you can’t respect her, then we can’t be fucking friends.”

At that moment, Miko feels a hand touch her shoulder. She instinctively knows that it’s you, and she prays that you didn’t hear anything that was being said. Yet when looks at you and sees your tear-filled eyes, her fears are confirmed.

You had heard everything.

“Que se vayan a la mierda todos ustedes,” Miko snarls, shooting one last menacing glare at her two now ex-friends before turning to you, her expression softening instantly as she takes your hand in hers. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go.”

Without another word, Miko leads you out of the room and out the door. She helps you get in the car before hurrying to the driver’s seat.

“Estás bien, mi vida?” Miko asks softly, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, and despite you nodding, Miko knows better.

The car ride home is silent. Miko glances every now and then at your direction, her heart aching at the sight of your sad expression, and she is racking her brains for a way to make you feel better. She helps you get out of the car once you two arrive home, her arm wrapped around you, tightly, protectively, and the moment you two sit down on the couch, you break down.

“Ay, Y/N.” Miko pulls you to her lap, gently guiding your head to her chest. “No te pongas así, eres demasiada linda para llorar.”

Each sob that comes out from you only makes Miko’s heart twist. She gently rocks your body from side to side, peppering you in kisses, whispering sweet nothings as your sobs turn from cries to soft whimpers and hiccups. You’ve calmed down now, but Miko can tell that you’re still upset.

“Is it true what they said, Miko? My hair looks like a rat’s nest?” you murmur softly, and ever so gently, Miko lifts your chin up.

“Claro que no, Y/N. Your hair is absolutely beautiful. They have no idea what they’re talking about.” Miko pecks your lips, softly, gently. “Eres hermosa, mi amor, no creas nada de lo que dicen, por favor.”

“Thank you, Miko,” you sigh after a beat of silence, nuzzling into her touch. “Can we cuddle, please?”

Miko coos. “Yes, of course, my love. Quieres hacerlo aquí o en nuestro cuarto?”

“Nuestro cuarto,” you reply, sniffling, and with that, Miko lifts you off the couch with ease and carries you to the bedroom.

Miko carefully places you down, her eyes silently asking you for permission, and with a nod, she begins to take off your clothes. It’s your favorite way to cuddle, skin to skin, limbs tangled together, and Miko is more than willing to join you if it meant your happiness and comfort. Once Miko strips out of her clothing, she leads you the bed by the hand. Under the covers, she wraps her arms around you, and kisses the top of your head.

“Gracias, baby,” you hum, cuddling closer to your girlfriend.

Miko smiles softly. “No hay que agradecerme, mi amor. Estoy aquí para ti. Always.”

You lift your head up and kiss her cheek. Miko then gently cups your cheek, stroking your skin with her thumb as she looks into your eyes for a moment, and then connects her lips with yours. The kiss is gentle and soft, and Miko feels you melt into her, your hand lightly grilling the back of her neck, the sound of your soft moans making Miko’s heart flutter. Miko then pulls away slightly.

“Is this okay?” Miko murmurs softly, searching your eyes, and she doesn’t hesitant to reconnect her lips as soon as you nod your head.

The kiss becomes more passionate with a hint of urgency in it, your soft moans and gasps giving Miko all the confidence she needs to move forward. Her travels down to the valley of your breasts, gently sucking on the soft flesh, before going further down to your stomach and just below your belly button. She then kisses your lips again, her tongue massaging with yours as one hand kneads your one of your breasts, just how she knows you like it.

“Strap, please,” you whimper and Miko nods.

“Of course,” Miko obliges. She quickly puts it on and aligns herself with your entrance, your leg hooked around her waist. “Lista, mami?”

At your consent, Miko thrusts inside you, earning a moan from you as you throw your head back in pleasure. Miko can’t help but marvel how gorgeous you look underneath her, your eyelids closed, your lips formed into perfect O-shape as your moans echo the bedroom, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. It just makes her just question how someone could ever say anything bad about your appearance. And Miko vows that no one ever will.

Not on her watch.

“Miko… Miko…” you whimper and she knows that you’re close.

“Cum for me, hermosa,” Miko encourages, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

You arch your back, calling Miko’s name as your orgasm takes over you, your legs shaking and breathing ragged. She’s never seen you look so beautiful. And so hers.

“I love you, María Victoria,” you murmur as Miko leans her forehead against yours.

“Not as much as I love you. Mi nenita linda,” Miko coos, her fingers brushing your damp curls from your face. “Ahora y para siempre.”

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

part two of the apollo fic??

YESSS!!!!

Part one!

Apollo/Lester X Reader

Warnings: Mention of Death, violence

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"She'll wake up soon Lester."

"What- what if she doesn't!"

You heard familiar voices near by. Your head pounded. Your body ached but you were alive. The last thing you remembered was confessing your undeniable love to Apollo. And then you were out. Total darkness was the next thing you can only remember.

You slowly opened your eyes to the bright light. You laid in a medical cot in what looked like an infirmary. Your eyes slowly adjusted and you spotted Apollo and Meg turned away from the bed. Apollo looked shaken up as always. Meg stood with an arm on his shoulder. Doing her best to comfort him.

"I love her Meg, I wish I could've told her sooner but with Jason dying.... I was too scared to admit my feelings. It seems as though anyone I love or care about always meets with a tragic ending." You couldn't see quite well but you could hear his broken sobs.

You mustered as much energy as you could, "Who are you calling a tragic ending?" You jokingly coughed out. Apollo and Meg whipped their heads to you and gasped.

"Y/N!" Apollo jumped and raced to your side. He wrapped his arms around you with caution. Meg sat at the foot of your bed, "I'm happy you're safe Y/n, also so Apollo could stop crying. He's been crying non stop for a week."

Your eyes widened. A WEEK!? You were out cold for a week! "How am I even alive?" You mewed weekly.

Apollo looked down in sadness in recanting the awful memory. "You honestly barely were. Meg, Don, Lavinia and I. Well more the others rushed you into camp. The healers truly think its a miracle you're alive."

You frowned, "I am sorry for causing so much of a panic."

Apollo laughed, "Sunshine you took 3 huge gashes from an Eurynomos, saved my life and you're apologizing for getting hurt. No wonder I love you."

You felt your face heat up rapidly, and no it was not because the sun god was literally sitting next to you. Meg was reading the room and stood up, "I am going to let you two talk about your feelings... and stuff ya know bye." She left and you could've sworn at the door of infirmary outside, stood a unicorn. Weird.

"I am sorry for worrying you though Lester, I didn't mean to cause more stress especially well after Jason."

Apollo grabbed your hand, "I don't want to lose anyone I care about again like that. I thought I lost you forever. My heart couldn't stand it. You are so special darling."

You blushed, "and we are at camp jupiter right?"

He nodded, "New Rome to be exact, I think you will like it here. A safe haven for you demigods. When you feel better I was uh thinking maybe we could uh ya know get a coffee or uh,"- He steered off his hand rubbing the back of his neck. As Lester you can see how flustered he got. It was his turn now to turn bright red.

You smiled gently and took his hand, "I would absolutely love to." Apollo smiled and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand. Your heart thumped as he leaned in closer and closer.

In a turn he placed a small, meaningful kiss on your cheek. That alone could've had you melting. "Let me go get the healer so we can do your daily healing session, then maybe we can go on our date after darling."

You giggled and nodded. Happy and grateful to be alive in this very moment.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So if Wukong didn't know MK was playing superhero, why was he able to be caught by Spider Queen? The answer is clear. He took the younger cubs down to see the parade. That way, he could be closer to the fireworks, and his kids are entertained. He ended up being caught up in the initial attack and discovered MK playing hero while trying to evacuate the cubs away from the angry spider lady trying to turn people into spider zombies.

Wukong is not happy, but at this point there are far more important things to deal with. He orders MK to get his siblings somewhere safe while he handles Spider Queen. When MK protests, he tells him that MK's arachnophobia would only get in the way, and he is still Sun Wukong, the gods be damned Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the Monkey King. He isn't so far into his retirement that he can't put an upstart little princess in her place.

The plan backfires and Wukong gets captured by LBD and Spider Queen, of course, but hey, the Noodle Crew gets to meet MK's siblings! Sandy babysits them while they're in Heaven trying to get the stuff. All they know of it is that MK's mom was caught by the Spider Queen, they don't know yet exactly who his parent is. Not until much later when Wukong and DBK break out of their bonds and save them.

"Holy shit, is that Sun Wukong!?" ;Probably Tang

"Mom!" :MK

"MOM!?" :Literally eveyone

After all is said and dine Wukong makes good on his promise of a long talk, or rather lecture, and MK is grounded.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD BE SO RECKLESS! Xiaotian, your father an I taught you better than this! What were you thinking!?"

"But when you were my age you were at war with Heaven, though!"

"And look what that got me! Thrown in a furnace and pinned under a mountain for 500 years! What you did was stupid and reckless. What if you'd gotten hurt!? Your still mortal, MK!"

Referencing.

Yesss. Wukong canonically adores New Years, and I def agree that love extends to the cubs too.

Wukong does a "surprise" visit to Megapolis to show the younger cubs the New Years Parade + check up on his eldest while MK is helping Pigsy with the foodtruck. Likely all in glamours, but MK 100% gets an embarassing visit from his mom at work. The Noodle shop gang tease him endlessly about it.

Then cue the Spider Queen's invasion, and Wukong giving MK the cubs to watch for the moment while he Kings Up. MK doesn't want his mom to go in his condition, but Wukong is still The Monkey King, and has no idea that his son has been superhero-ing for the past couple of months.

The gang all meet up on Sandy's airship, and the kiddos glamours all drop from stress. This is where the gang confirms (they had suspiscions) that MK is a disguised demon - they dont mind since thats sadly common in human-dominated cities. MK specifically being a monkey demon gets Tang asking questions though.

Red Son shows up and has a brain-fart mid-plan when he recognises who "Noodle Boy" actually is;

Red Son: "Xiaotian!? I haven't seen you since we were calves! This explains so much!" MK, nervous sweating: "Not now dude! My mom got captured by the Spider Queen, and my dad is MIA right now." Red Son: "Ah but of course. Seems we have the same predicament then. No fear, I have a plan to defeat the Spider Queen and save our respective parents." Tang, panic-nerding: "MK, how do you know Red Son!?" MK, flash of SWK-esque anger: "NOT NOW."

The gang get to the Celestial Realm and retrieve what they need to make the antidote - though not without attracting the attention of a certain hound that just realised her fave monkey is here.

MK, petting the dog: "I'm sorry Quan. I can't play right now! I'm saving the city." Xiaotian Quan: (*sad whine!*)

Meanwhile at the Spider Mech; DBK has finally met his little brother/enemy once again. DBK in his anger, yells about Sun Wukong's "little-thief successor MK" ruining so many of his family's attempts at gaining power, and Wukong just blanks;

Wukong, scary parent voice: "Xiaotian has been doing what!?" DBK: "The Little Thief is Xiaotian!?"

DBK would also shout at Wukong for putting himself in danger in his condition, but quiets when he learns that Macaque is missing. Tieshan had seemed worried since DBK got back (infact, maybe its why she decided to free him), and everyone knows that the shadow monkey wouldn't leave his mate without reason. When LBD arrives, DBK and Wukong immediate get a chill up their spines. They both know that she's somehow involved with Mac's disappearance... DBK has his super-saiyan moment of worried-anger and frees both himself and his xiandi so that they can find their reckless kids.

The Noodle Shop gang (+ Red Son and the cubs) bust on through with the spider-venom antidote and manage to subdue the Spider Queen with their combined forces.

Tang is about to fanboy at the sight of Sun Wukong in the flesh when MK and the cubs yell something that shatters his preconceptions.

MK & the cubs: "Mom!" "Mama!" Noodle Shop Gang: "MOM?!?" Wukong, swarmed by baby monkeys: "Thank Nuwa you're all ok!" (*hugs them all tight*) Wukong: (*suddenly bonks MK on head with a sandal*) Wukong: "And you! How dare you not tell me that you've been fighting demons this whole time! You told me you were only getting a job for mortal experience!" MK: "But mom! I did get a job! I've been using my spare time trying to figure out what happened to dad!" Wukong: "Which I specifically told you Not to do!! Your father has gotten himself tangled up with a very dangerous witch and I'm not letting you run into one of her traps!" Noddle Shop Gang + DB fam: (*standing at a safe distance from the yelling*) Tang, dizzy with excitement: "Anyone else feel like they're in a fantasy right now?" Mei: "Hm, not really. I knew Xiaotian since we were pups. My grunkle Ao Lie is the same dragon-horse from the stories." Tang: "Excuse me!?"

Erlang shows up on Earth asking Wukong tf just happened - his third eye showed him the chaos in the Celestial Realm and Lao Tzu is pissed for his missing pills and Furnace. But he immediately leaves when he sees tje carnage of a saved mortal city + Sun Wukong. (Erlang: "Ah. Say no more.")

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

ADHD CURTIS BROTHERS HCS PLEASEEEEE 🙏

YESSS I FUCK WITH THIS HEAVY

Ponyboy

pony's most apparent symptom is his inattentiveness. his head is always up in the clouds, and he spends a looot of time daydreaming

very very very forgetful, mostly about his own needs. he'll go days without brushing his teeth if darry doesn't remind him

pony has a bad habit of zoning out while looking directly at people, so they just look over and his eyes are like wide and glazed over and staring into their souls. it especially freaks steve out for some reason. "QUIT STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!!" "huh?"

he can't get himself to do his homework in a timely manner. he works best under pressure and so he'll just procrastinate it until the night before it's due and then he locks in

when he does lock in like that, he's practically dead to the world. bro forgets to eat and drink and move his body for like hours at a time until darry or soda makes him get up and he's just like "ow. ow. ow. everything hurts"

he's still hyperactive though and it drives darry crazy sometimes. when he's with the rest of the gang is when it really spikes, and he'll start running all around the house with them. darry can tell though when he needs to get his energy out because he'll just start following darry around the house and bounce around or drum his fingers on every single thing he can. when he gets like that, darry will ask him if he wants to go for a run or play football or smthn so that he can get his energy out

bro WILL hyper fixate on every single thing he's interested in, his consistent ones are books and movies, but sometimes he'll just spend hours a day thinking about one specific book or drawing one character from the latest movie he's seen

it's always a 50/50 on whether he's going to have lots of fun or get super overstimulated in different places. like in grocery stores, after a half hour he's ready to start crying and he'll usually just get quiet and not leave darry's side until they leave. but he thrives in other places like fairs and festivals, and enjoys the bright lights and loud music

he doesn't have great control over his temper. he gets frustrated super easily and will get snappy over the smallest things, but almost every time without fail it ends with him crying and feeling bad

Sodapop

this man may just be the most hyperactive person ever

he will NOT stay in one place for more than five minutes at a time. he's always running around the house, and when he does stay in one spot, he's shaking/bouncing his leg the entire time

like pony though, he gets his moments where he locks in and they're the only times that he doesn't break focus no matter what. he'll go from talking nonstop to just being dead silent as he tries to fix something on a car at work and it freaks steve out

he's so bad with rejection :( even if it's something as small as someone saying they don't like his favorite car, or they're not in the mood to talk about horses, he'll get so sad and feel like his interests are stupid

he cries a lot no matter what he's feeling. if he gets frustrated, angry, or scared, he'll start crying and his energy goes through the roof

soda is easily the most forgetful person any of the gang has ever met. he'll forget what day it is, to put shoes on, to take food out of the oven, everything. it's mostly a short-term memory issue. however, his memory will be really good for oddly specific things. steve: "remember that time I got a cold or something in like elementary school and-" "oh yeah that tuesday in october in first grade when you were wearing that red shirt and you kept sneezing during story time :)" "why do you remember that??" "I dunno"

when he gets overstimulated it's BAD. it doesn't happen often, but when it does, he'll break down in tears and refuse to speak to anyone. darry's the only one who can ever calm him down

he stims a lot, usually by playing with the hair on the back of his neck or rubbing whatever shirt he's wearing

Darry

although it may not be as obvious, darry's also on the hyperactive side. he loves football, running, swimming, anything that's high intensity and lets him get his energy out. when he doesn't have a chance to do those things, he'll usually just pace around or do a quick workout

he will drum his fingers every single time he's thinking, he's even worse than pony with it. and if he has a pen in his hand, you better believe he's clicking it nonstop. the amount of dirty looks he got in school for it was crazy

even though he gets on pony for it a lot, darry also zones out a lot. he's usually better at hiding it though, like people will be having full conversations with him and they don't realize that he was zoned out the whole time until they ask him something and he just goes "huh?"

his biggest hyper fixation has always been football. he could talk for hours and hours about any player, team, or game if someone lets him

he did great in school, but he always had to find obscure ways of remembering things for tests and quizzes, he especially did a lot of those acronym things. whenever someone asked him how he did something or remembered something, he would explain his weird system and they would be even more confused

this poor man cannot cope without a schedule. that's a part of the reason why he gets so bothered when pony isn't home at the right time, because it throws off his schedule and then his whole day is ruined

whenever he reads, he can only focus if he sort of murmurs the words the whole time, and he almost always plays with the edges of the paper to keep his focus

when he gets overstimulated, he gets snappy and loud and doesn't want a single person to touch or talk to him

he's big on vocal stims. he hums or mumbles to himself or makes random noises whenever he's trying to focus on something

[micia-posts-stuff]

Spoilers for Spy x Family chapter 96

(Part 2) Now let's talk about the dance and the thing.

Damian blushing hard is always funny and adorable, look at him! The poor boy doesn't know what to do with all these feelings! Also it's interesting that we get yet another instant of Anya shivering when she perceives his feelings towards her. We saw it happen first very early on, in the chapter where she had to apologize for punching him, and we saw it recently in chapter 88 when they were in Henderson's office. It's a recurring thing at this point, wich makes me think she'll understand what it is in the future, not any time soon, but for now she still perceives that something is there.

This is so cute, the boy is having a whole flashback to them holding hands (there is also the light novel but it's not included in the events of the manga sadly). He was so nervous of being so near her and holding hands, he wants to dance with her but he's also totally panicked, so precious!!!

Yesss goofy dancing!

THIS PANEL ALSO KILLED ME. I'm double dead!

Look at his expression!!!!! The little smile when he thinks of Anya's family! The yearning for something similar and the hint of sadness because he knows he can't have it. SOMEONE GIVE THIS KID A HUG. HE'S SO SAD. And the way he opens up to her! Like tell me they're not friends! Tell me he would say that to anyone! You can't! This closeness they have, even tho it's unconventional, it's so important to him. This is very similar to the scene after the bus hijacking. Anya has officially been established as someone he opens up to. Even though he still thinks Anya is after his family (and he's right), he also understand there is something different from other people. And even after he denies what he just said telling her "he totally wins because he learned from a pro" Anya understands he was being sincere before and that was just a way to cover up how he really feels. And it would have been sooo easy for Endo to just make her be angry at that comment, but he didn't and I'm so happy, because this moment is very important. Because it's an honest moment between them, where they really open up to each other, wich bring us to...

Listen. Being a Damianya shipper, I was obviously looking forward to this chapter. But no amount of hype could have prepared me for THIS. I'd never have imagined we would get one of THE reveals, but I'm totally here for it. First of all I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE HIM YESSSS

Second the fact that happened not only during their dance BUT DURING THE CASQUÈ, chef kiss, straight out of of fanon, amazing, incredibile, show-stopping. (Also on a two pages panel!!!!!)

Third and most important, the fact that it happened. As people pointed out this doesn't help Anya's mission in the slightest, in fact it puts it in danger. Anya has tried to hide this secret from anyone. But NOW she tells HIM. This is not a high stake moment, a moment where she confesses out of necessity. No, she tells him now because she saw he was being honest with her, because he was showing her his feelings, because he really touched her. And she told HIM because she knows he would be able to understand her, because she saw through his facade. She has been starting to see how similar they are a while ago, but it was highlighted particularly during the bus hijacking. Not only, as underlined in the quiz, they both love their fathers and are doing everything to impress them and for them to love them, but she also can relate to his loneliness, because of her life before the Forger family. When he said "your family...sounds nice" She saw in him the same thing she felt back then. That's why she decided to tell him, because she knows he won't reject her, like she's afraid other people would. And in these months she was also able to see his true self underneath the facade and yes they always end up fighting, but she is clever enough to recognize his sincerity when it really matters. She has learned to know him and decided to trust him with her biggest secret.

And Damian obviously doesn't believe her ahah. I mean I don't think anyone was expecting otherwise, it's only logical. BUT a couple of things. First of all the first expression he made, he maybe didn't believed her after thinking it over, but for a moment the thought was there, the suspicion has definitely been planted in his head. Second, this wasn't just a slip-up by Anya, it may have come out naturally in the moment, but she definitely ment to tell him. If it was a slip-up she could have easily played along with Damian and say something like "yeah I was joking, it was a line from my cartoons" But no she doubled down! She got angry that he didn't believed her and called her dummy, she definitely wants him to know! This is important because from now on she can act with the notion that she told Damian. Like if she needs him to know that someone thought about something, she can tell him! Even if he doesn't believe it, she told him already so it's just a matter of having him trust her. I don't know if she'll try to convince him or if something will come up later where they'll need to work together using her mind reading abilities, but I hope he'll believe her sooner rather than later because it would be so interesting! Imagine all the shenanigans they can go through together if he knows of her mind reading abilities! Imagine the struggle of hiding his crush once Damian finally admits his feelings to himself! It would be such a cool dynamic! I do understand Spy x family has the tendency to always return to the status quo and that's fine, it's a slow burn, but now something major has ctually happened! It would be kinda lame for this massive thing to change nothing about the story and be swept under the rug. Like it's fine if some little moments don't change things too much but this is THE MIND POWERS REVEAL! It needs to have an impact.

Now I'm really interested in seeing their povs. I want to see if Anya will regret telling him, since she was so worried that people might discover her powers. Maybe this could finally lead into Anya's backstory. And I really really want Damian's pov, because as soon as we see him seriously thinking about it he will have to realize it's true. He already had his suspicions and there are not many other explanations about the knowledge Anya has. Plus if he doesn't realize it now based on the past, he'll have to realize it in the future when Anya relies a bit too much on her powers, wich is something that happens fairly often. Like if something like old maid happens again, there's no way he won't think about what she told him.

And last but not least

Endo usually uses these little boxes to show us the actual progress of the mission. He has put friendship to ??? before, so he could have left it ambiguous if he wanted to, but he didn't. He confirmed this was an important progress in their friendship, despite Damian not believing her and them arguing at the end. Wich makes me a bit more hopeful that something will come from this.

[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEREAD: WAKFU, THE GREAT WAVE [TOME 1, Chapters 1-3]

I want to preemptively say that I wasn't the biggest fan of The Great Wave, while reading it originally. It had less to do with the contents of the comic, and more with the pacing — it's written in a very... webtoon-unfriendly way. Every week I'd wait, and then not much would happen.

I am hoping it will be less exhausting to read this comic this time, but there just isn't a lot that happens in it. It's quite sad, really.

Now that I am done with the "hey, I am not the biggest fan of the way this was executed, at least in this tome" warning, I want to say that I actually really like the idea of a tragic story. Like fuck yesss. With all the amount of foreshadowing we got, we deserve to see how Yugo's good intentions are going to bring disaster.

I will be honest, the day this dropped I went to discord and everyone was screaming "THEY ADDED PORN TO WAKFU" and then when I was finally able to read the comic after someone finally pirated and sent it to me, I saw the world's shortest scene of intimacy between a married couple.

Normal world.

Anyway: STOP FUCKING WHILE WEARING THE WORLD-ENDING MAGICAL NUKES ON YOU.

Hey chat! This reminds me of a very poggers thing I had said a while before this manga realeased:

You have no fucking idea how bigly I won. And this isn't even the last win of mine in this manga. No, I just keep winning and winning. Please, Tot Ankama, I beg you through whatever psychic link we have: do this thing you did to Yugo to Joris too. He deserves it.

In the future, I will be liveblogging myself reading the entire tomes too; instead of making small posts, as the comic releases chapter by chapter.

One of the reasons why? I love writing this post, while knowing full-well that these are Grougalorasalar's words.

MAN, I predicted Grougalorasalar using emotionally manipulative language that's pretty much "you're a fraud, you're amoral, DIE" in nightmarish visions sent to people ages before this manga happened, in my fanfic. And I was so giddy — because I love the idea of 'Salar torturing people like that, and because it means I got something right without having too much data to back it up!

First Joris war criminal arc, then Salar emotional abuse via nightmare visions arc... How is my taste so similar to Tot's??

I think it's very funny for Salar to be moralizing now. My brother in crepinjurgening, you were trying to resurrect your lizard son by shattering his soul forever and bringing him unimaginable suffering so that you can go commit more war crimes together?

Then again, his war crimes had virtually no chance of ending the world. I suppose it's natural for a Black Fire dragon to understand the sort of danger Yugo presents — the fact that they may all end up the same way the Necro world is...

I guess his morals are as weird as Joris's (world ending = bad, war crimes = sometimes good if they do those themselves?). Similarities are only to be expected, since they influenced and changed one-another irrevocably.

this shuoild happen to joris too. pleask.

LITERALLY IT'S SO FUNNY. HE'S SEEN THIS SORTA SHIT HAPPEN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND IS STILL GOING DOWN THAT ROUTE. BRO? 😭

Somehow I really doubt that Grougalorasalar's involvement in this situation is going to improve it in any way.

"I am the black dragon Grougalorasalar and I am going to save the world" ok and flowers can sing, and the world is made of pudding. Get a grip.

[twirling my hair around my fingers, giggling cutely] A shadow you say? This reminds me of Dofus MMO lore :3

I've seen people be upset at there being bigotry towards Eliatropes, but really — this has been coming since season 2. You've seen what a shitshow the idea of another class appearing caused back then.

Maybe it's my "knowing too much about hupperage oppression lore" and "knowing just a little bit about ouginak oppression lore" bias kicking in, but I'm not surprised? Eh?

THEY MULTIPLIED?!

Guys I don't think they're happy.

Originally this made me giggle: "ohh, is Joris going to have to choose between Bonta and his friendship with Yugo, in the future tomes of this manga? I wonder what he will choose, tee-hee."

But ngl, considering the fact that Joris has already demonstrated choosing Yugo over Bonta in season 4, and has been implied to be at odds with the government of Bonta during some ages, and downright opposed in others — I think we know the answer.

Literally not how it would work in real life. Even if Aurora has the right to inherit the throne in some way, her father is completely unrelated to that. He shouldn't even be here — if Aurora has the right to inherit the throne, it means she was made a member of the Sheran-Sharm family, and is no longer a part of her original family, because— [STARTS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FROM ANGER]

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I really like the way you write. Keep up the good work!

After reading some of your works, I also wanted to ask you to write something, if, of course, you like this idea and you want to write it. What about this: The gardener-reader and Donna (who was at the Lords meeting) decided to relax and drink some alcohol after a hard day's work. Maybe they'll be watching a movie? I don't know. Then they got drunk, Donna became more relaxed and the Reader blabbed that she was in love with her. Can you make it romantic, pleeeeease?

I want to thank you again for writing these works for us, you are the best!!!! (English is not my native language, so don't worry about mistakes. Everything comes with experience. I believe in you!)

And I wanted to ask a question. Do you prefer to write a long stories (>8000 words) or short ones (≈5000-6000 words)?

Yesss!! Thank you for your words, and for your request! To answer your question: it depends on the plot or on my inspiration ;) I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Blurred Confessions

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Gardener! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff,

Word count: 6,709

Summary: You want to tell her your feelings, but you can't

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!!

It was getting harder and harder for you to look around. Night in that lost village often came without warning, or rather, it was you who didn't pay attention to the drop in temperature and the fact that you no longer saw the colors of the plants in the same way.

Being a gardener in a snow-covered place was a complicated task, you knew that. Standing out among the rest of the villagers thanks to a talent for plants was a risky move. No one in that place cared about their garden, or that their houses lacked the cheerful color of flowers.

Praying to the Black Gods, praising Mother Miranda, those were the only concerns of people like you. But you weren't like the others. You always saw the color in the snow, the joy in the sadness, the light in the darkness.

Naturally, taking care of plants wasn't your destiny. Surely if you hadn't been so stubborn, you would have ended up like the rest of your friends: being maids of the castle, or wives of an idiot man. Two paths that seemed far away to you, that you never wanted to follow. But... Who could be interested in someone with your talents?

The answer was not long in coming.

As in any time or context in history, the luxury of the joy of flowers and plants was only attainable for a few people who could afford not to spend all day praying or working.

In the Middle Ages, it could be the king of the place, in that village, they were the Lords. Yes, they worked hard for the inhabitants of the village, they protected them from the aberrations they created. But they were still that, authorities, nobles whom you served.

No one warned you that your skills would catch the eye of one of them. Just when you thought that maybe you should accept your fate, admit the place where you were born, she appeared.

Donna Beneviento, the youngest of the Lords, the most feared, the most dangerous, asked about you at one of the masses about your talent with plants. You knew the danger you were in, you knew the ill fortune that befell anyone who dared to enter her territory. You knew it, but you didn't care.

And so, you were no longer a candidate for the castle maids, or a possible unhappy wife. You were the new gardener of House Beneviento.

You didn't want to think about how your ancestor ended up, that poor man who gave his life to that family, and who was rewarded with a horrible death, or so you had heard.

Thinking or remembering the things the villagers said would have been a prudent act, but you didn't. They said she was sick, disturbed, a psychopath, a murderer, a hermit. You could have been more careful, you could have paid attention to all those red flags that danced around you when you agreed to work for her.

You didn't, and you didn't regret it.

Sick? Maybe. Dangerous? Sure, but what they never warned you about, what you never knew, was that you could fall in love with her.

Yes, you were always fanciful, infatuated, romantic, but you never believed in love at first sight, at least not until you saw her face stripped of its black veil. According to the lady, it was a test, a test that you would be faithful to her, that you wouldn't run away, that she wouldn't be forced to kill you.

At first silence accompanied you as you took care of that garden, it seemed as if you were taking care of an abandoned place. Then she appeared from time to time, studying your work, exchanging brief phrases of approval, or simply gratitude.

Little by little those small visits increased, the words were no longer few, the conversations became frequent.

Donna was a strange woman, certainly disturbed, but… Maybe all those horrible things were simply an exaggeration. She was kind to you, always speaking to you in that soft melodic tone, curious about the way you treated plants.

Over time you stopped trembling in her presence, you began to long for her, to count the hours that passed before the lady left her house. Fantasies, yes; nonsense, too, but… Who could live without love in a place like that?

Like flowers, those kinds of feelings were a luxury. Letting your heart beat fast in her presence was a liberation, a reminder that your life was much better, that you could allow yourself to love even if she never felt the same, or so you thought.

“Where could she have gone?” you asked as you ran a hand over your forehead, looking at the path that led to the elevator.

One of your favorite pleasures was saying goodbye, it was standing in front of her, bowing your head. You didn't want to be just another employee, deep down you knew you weren't and you never would be.

Someday you would have to admit it, recognize that your feelings would never be reciprocated. Donna was a woman who enjoyed solitude. She would never want a stupid, talkative gardener by her side. But, at least, you wanted her to have something resembling a friend.

A shadowy figure approached slowly, a dark shadow, a lady in black, veiled, holding that sinister puppet. At last, Lady Beneviento had returned and with her, another opportunity for her to speak to you with that sweet voice, to make her aware of your presence.

“Oh, Donna, how was the meeting?” you asked as you stood up, with a bright smile.

The lady in black turned her head to look at you, but walked past, emitting something like a grunt.

It was always a whim of luck, a whim of her mind. One day she might stop to talk to you for a while, even laugh in that shy way you adored, another day she might remain silent, ignoring you. Other times, you couldn't even sense her presence.

It seemed that luck was not on your side that afternoon. The lady slowly climbed the steps but, upon reaching the door, she sighed, turning around again.

“What are you still doing here?” she asked in a hoarse voice, almost pitiful, but with that softness that always accompanied her, that seemed impossible for her. “Your shift is over.”

“Oh, yes, well,” you said, shaking your head, pointing to a bush with your tool. “The flowers were unruly today and…”

“The flowers were unruly,” the lady repeated, in a dark tone. You hated that veil, the veil that hid her expressions, her smiles.

“Yes,” you nodded, with your hands on your hips. “Besides, the weather is very nice today. It's nice to be outdoors and…”

The sound of the wind camouflaged your voice, making you blush. Donna sighed again, looking at the sky, that was getting darker.

“How curious, I'd say a blizzard is coming,” she commented in an almost imperceptible voice, leaving her doll on the ground. “I'm afraid your day of work has been for nothing, (Y/N).”

You shrugged, your usual playful attitude, sighing.

“How was the meeting?” you asked again, moving a little closer to her, just a little. You were never exactly a shy girl, but you tried not to forget who you were talking to. Caution was not a sin.

Donna sighed again, looking away and reaching out her hand to the door.

“Horrible,” she muttered, close enough for you to hear. “Go home, you’ll get caught in the storm.”

“Yeah, well, I have to finish this and…” you said, scratching the back of your neck, giving up. The lady in black didn’t seem in a good mood, unfortunately. A cold prick landed on your nose, a snowflake confirming her prediction.

After that came another one, and then many more, turning into a horrible blizzard that cut your face like blades.

 “Well, I think, I think…” you murmured, taking shelter on the porch. “Wow, it’s a blizzard”

“Mm,” she murmured, opening the door of the mansion, ignoring you again. You sighed, relaxing your shoulders at that terse answer. You should stop dreaming.

Nodding in defeat, you covered yourself with your hood, lowering your head and slowly going down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” the lady asked suddenly, making you turn around in curiosity.

“I'm going home,” you said, fighting against that terrible wind.

“Stop fooling around and come in,” she told you, pointing to the interior of the mansion. “To find a gardener like you is not easy.”

“Oh, I…” you hesitated, looking at the blurred path, and then at the the door. An interesting situation, indeed, would you dare to lose that opportunity?

“If you want to freeze to death, it's not my problem,” Donna whispered, crossing her arms impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” you said amused, climbing the stairs again and entering the dark mansion, closing the door behind you with an amused look. “Thank you.”

“Mm,” the lady murmured again, moving away from you and shaking the snow off her dress while she got rid of her black veil, something that had not been usual for a long time, since she hired you.

“Don't steal anything, stupid, stupid,” Angie told you off, always interrupting those quiet moments. You were already used to it.

“I'm not going to steal anything,” you said amused, shaking your head and rubbing your body with your arms.

“You're cold,” the lady commented, seeming to ignore you, looking at you with that bright eye that haunted you in your dreams.

“A little,” you said, shivering, paralyzing when she approached slowly placing a hand on your cheek.

“Mm, would you like some tea?” she murmured, removing her hand from your slightly hotter, flushed cheek. You shook your head, amused.

“I never liked tea,” you whispered, with a feigned grimace of disgust. The lady in black arched her eyebrow, looking at you with curiosity and something resembling a smile. “My father said that there was nothing like vodka to take the cold from your bones.”

Donna looked at you again, laughing softly with a shy sigh.

“Vodka then,” she said, tilting her head in an amused manner, indicating for you to follow her.

You walked with her into the living room, sitting in a small cozy corner, on the same sofa where she had questioned you when you arrived, in the midst of an almost unbearable tension.

“Wait here,” she ordered you, walking away from you with an elegant step, like a dark breeze whose existence you could not be sure of.

Some villagers said that Donna was just a ghost, a legend, that there was nothing under that black dress. You knew they were wrong. You brought your hand to your cheek, the one where her hand had rested moments before, where the softness of her hands had confirmed to you that she was real, that this beautiful woman existed.

“Here you go,” her soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, leaving a glass on the table, next to a bottle of alcohol.

“Thank you, Donna,” you said kindly, smiling and pouring the hot liquid, drinking it immediately, making an unpleasant face.

“I thought you liked it,” Donna commented, amused, sitting in front of you, looking at the window, whipped by the storm.

“Yes, well... I said it made you warm, you should try it.”

You offered your glass to the lady, who took it with a dark, distrustful look. Sighing, she brought the liquid to her lips, rejecting it immediately, returning the glass to you among unpleasant coughs.

“Ugh, I'd rather freeze to death,” she commented amused, calmer, apparently.

The silence began to become heavy in the mansion. Your throat burned from the vodka, but shyness was what prevented you from speaking. You weren't, you weren't shy, but with her... With Donna everything was different.

“Well...” you sighed, dancing with your gaze around you, trying not to notice her serious face, one that seemed to want you to leave, and at the same time that enjoyed your presence. “What happened at the meeting? Why has it been so horrible?”

Donna looked away slightly, frowning and shaking her head. A risky question. You should never get involved in the affairs of the Lords.

“I, I don't want to get involved in your affairs... For, forget I asked you,” you said nervously, seeing how the brunette's attitude tensed again. You didn't want to endure another crisis. It hurt you to see her out of control.

“I just...” she sighed, shaking her head, leaning her back on the chair.

You nodded, pouring yourself some alcohol.

“I, I just don't understand their attitude,” she explained, crossing her arms, slowly letting the air out of her lungs. “My sister and brother fight constantly... It's... exhausting.”

“Mm, I thought they got along,” you commented, moving your glass absentmindedly.

“They get along,” Donna corrected. “They enjoy fighting, you know? They seem to be looking forward to meeting up to shout horrible things at each other and gouge each other's eyes out.”

“Well, opposites attract,” you whispered, amused.

The lady in black laughed softly, shyly, in that way that you adored.

“I highly doubt it, (Y/N),” she said with a dark, mocking look. “Alcina is too busy with her maids and Karl is too busy with his… Well, experiments. See? That's what I mean. They seem to be constantly thinking of a thousand ways to unleash chaos.”

“You don't want chaos,” you murmured in a softer, more studious tone. She shook her head, looking away.

“I just want… Well, to work on my dolls without being disturbed. I don't need to know the villagers fear me… I already know that,” she explained. “Sorry, I'm just rambling…”

You, pouring some more vodka into the glass, offered it to her again. She looked over it at you, but accepted it, coughing again at the sting of that liquor.

“The second one is easier, huh?” you said amused, picking up the glass again.

“(Y/N), I…” Donna said, snapping you out of your amused tone, hardening her gaze. “Deep down, I envy them.”

“Why?”

“You, you know… They, they seem to be happy with their life, with the gifts of the Gods, but I…” she said, sighing again, tired.

“You aren’t’,” you murmured in a cautious voice, trying not to look directly at her. Donna shook her head.

“I would have preferred to be like you, a normal woman,” she commented, snatching the glass from you and drinking it in one gulp.

“I thought you didn't like vodka,” you joked at her disgusted gesture.

“I don't like it, I only have it for cooking,” she said, clearing her throat. “It's been a very intense day…”

“Oh, of course, I…  I better go home, I don't want to disturb you,” you said, getting up from the sofa.

“I'm sure your day has been hard too,” she said, getting up at the same time, playing nervously with her hands.

“Yes… Those flowers are going to kill me,” you said amused, walking slowly towards the exit.

The lady in black laughed again, with a blush on her cheeks, a blush you didn't notice.

“Che divertente sei…” she whispered in a soft voice. You looked at her confused.

“Um…”

“You're funny, stupid,” Angie said when you made eye contact with her. You opened your mouth and nodded, confused again.

“Funny or stupid?” you asked the puppet, who shrugged, passing by you in a disinterested manner.

“The, the storm looks dangerous,” Donna commented, approaching the door next to you.

“Bah, don't worry,” you said, grabbing the knob with your hand. “It's nothing that... Oh!” you exclaimed, when you opened the door and a cold draft entered the mansion, forcing you to close it again. “Okay.”

“You can stay a little longer if you want, (Y/N),” Donna said, laughing at your snow-stained clothes. “I'll prepare some dinner.”

“Oh, no, no, you don't have to, Donna,” you said nervously when the lady turned around.

“I want to,” she said, with a serious tone, with a frown. You knew that you shouldn't contradict her, or so they had told you. Dinner with her… It didn’t sound that bad.

“Mm…” you murmured, already with a plate of steaming food on the table, studying a bottle of wine. “Bru… Brunello… De, Di… Montal… Moltanci…” you read the label confusedly, looking for her approval. She responded with another of her amused smiles.

“Brunello di Montalcino,” she repeated correctly, taking a sip from the glass, fixing her gaze on you.

“Oh, right,” you said amused, pouring some and putting the bottle back on the table. “It sounds sophisticated.”

“It doesn’t,” she commented, sighing sadly, something that caught your attention. “It's my sister's wine, Regina Rose.”

“Mm?” you asked curiously, studying the bottle again. “Really?”

“The Duke has a habit of changing the labels to sell it to me as Italian wine. He must think I'm stupid,” the lady said, shaking her head.

“The Duke scamming people? No, it can't be true,” you joked, taking a sip, confirming the truth of her words. “He's more stupid than I thought, how dare he to deceive a Lord?”

“He only does it because I let myself be deceived, (Y/N,)�� she whispered, with that same sad tone. “I know it, and he knows that I know it. He's trying to make me feel better, and I appreciate that.”

“Oh...” you murmured, looking away at your almost finished dinner.

 “I'm sick of it, you know?” she said, pounding the table with her fist angrily, causing you to hold that fake bottle so it wouldn't fall. “I’m sick of everyone feeling sorry for me.”

“Um... Um...” you stammered nervously, watching as her glass slid down her throat with a furious gasp, gesturing for you to refill it. Her erratic attitude was always a mystery to you, one you were willing to solve.

“Poor silly Donna, poor mentally underdeveloped Donna, let's make her feel better so she can forget about her fucking shitty life, huh?” she said again, looking at you with a fiery eye, gulping down another glass of wine and filling yours again.

“Donna, the silly, the silly...” Angie said, tugging at her dress to get her attention. “You're going to scare the silly.”

You opened your eyes in surprise, not wanting to make contact with hers, drinking that glass of wine again, confused and somewhat afraid.

“Cazzo…” she cursed with a growl, crossing her arms and looking at you intensely, sighing. “I'm sorry, (Y/N), I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Calm, calm down,” you said with a fake smile, shaking your head. “I feel you.”

“What? What do you know about how I feel?” Donna protested with a direct question, with an accusatory tone. You had to fix it.

“Well, I don't know but… Hey, I know what it's like to feel out of place,” you said nervously, controlling the shaking of your legs. “I was the only one of my friends who didn't think about boys and… Well, who saw the beauty of plants. I know it's not the same but… Well, it's something similar.”

“You're trying to be empathetic,” she whispered, looking away, swirling her half-empty glass.

“No, I'm just telling the truth,” you replied, finishing your glass. “I never had any real friends, you know, I wasn't alone, but…”

“Mm,” she murmured, disinterested, looking at you out of the corner of her eye, relaxing her expression. “At least with you here I'm not… I'm not alone anymore.”

It was a murmur, a whisper somewhat distorted by the wine. Your cheeks burned with the heat of the alcohol and with her presence. It would be better to go home.

“Thank you for the dinner, everything was delicious, Donna,” you said kindly, with a melancholic smile, getting up from the table.

“I’ve scared you,” the lady said, shaking her head, with an ironic smile.

“No, it's just that… It's late and…” you murmured confused and nervous, looking out the window, a window still battered by the blizzard.

“Show me that you're telling the truth,” she whispered in a dark tone, with one eye shining from the copious intake of fake wine. “Stay with me a little longer.”

“Oh, well…” you said with a shy smile, also affected by the alcohol. “Okay,” you said without difficulty, shrugging your shoulders.

Donna smiled genuinely, with that slight blush more present on her cheeks.

“Do you like movies, (Y/N)?” she asked in a different tone, as if your answer had relieved her. You nodded profusely, feeling a slight disinhibition in your body. “Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“A movie? Sure,” you answered enthusiastically, while the lady approached, playing nervously with her hands. Her smile widened, as did her blush.

“Come, oh, and get that bottle,” she told you, pointing to another unopened bottle, one that you immediately opened, following her through the dark hallways.

The basement was unknown to you, sinister. The cracked walls and the wet wood entered your body, destabilizing it. Maybe it had been the wine, or the vodka, but that place gave you shivers.

“Sit, sit down,” Donna asked you, pointing to a sofa while she searched for something on that messy table. You obeyed with curiosity, leaving two glasses on the table, observing that place, that strange device that the lady in black manipulated.

“It looks old...” you whispered curiously, pointing to the projector. She looked at you amused and nodded, turning it on and sitting next to you.

“It was my father's,” she commented, pouring you a glass of wine, raising it in the air. “Thanks for keeping me company, (Y/N), salute...” she said clinking her glass with yours.

You laughed amused, blinking nervously and shrugged, taking a sip.

“Salute,” you murmured, savoring that ordinary wine.

The movie seemed fun, interesting, but much more so was being next to her, so close, making that little dream you had come true. Your work clothes brushed against her dress, her labored breathing reached your ears, you could smell her lavender perfume, you could feel the heat of her body very close to yours.

You moved closer, taking advantage of her relaxation, the disappearance of those demons drowned in wine, the tranquility of her presence. Maybe the alcohol was taking its toll on you too, but you didn't care.

“You said you weren't interested in boys,” Donna murmured, putting her glass down on the table, turning to look at you, with one hand holding her head casually. “Can you explain that to me?”

“Oh…” you said, nodding, putting down your glass as well, not wanting to look at that bottle, already half empty. “Well, I guess… You won't burn me for being a pagan or something like that, right?”

Donna laughed amused, shaking her head.

“Don't talk nonsense, I'm just curious,” she commented, sighing, not stopping looking at you.

“I never liked them,” you said passively, looking at the ceiling instead of the screen. “You know, my parents said: marry a man, have lots of children, be very unhappy, all that nonsense…”

“So it was just to go against your parents’ will,” she commented, confused, with a different expression.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously, amused, letting your body relax even more.

“Mm, nothing, I'm just asking,” she said, amused, revealing the effect of alcohol on her attitude.

“You're asking if I like women,” you whispered amused, nudging her slightly, dragging out your words. “Come on, ask me.”

“Saying that, you're already giving me the answer,” she murmured, with a mocking smile. You arched your eyebrows, raising and lowering them in a mischievous way. “I'm sure you drive them crazy.”

“Do you think so?” you asked amused, ignoring part of that question, overlooking that insinuation because of that damn wine.

“Yes, I'm convinced you have a beautiful village girl waiting for you to return and you, look at you, you’re drinking and spending time with your boss…” the doll maker sighed, taking another sip of wine, with a slightly more serious look.

“I thought we were… friends,” you said confused, hiccupping embarrassedly.

“Do you consider me your friend?” Donna asked, breathing heavily again, shaking her head.

“Of course,” you said amused, putting a hand on her knee. “And before you ask, no, I don't have any Juliet waiting for me to come back. What about you? I can't believe someone like you doesn't have a long line of admirers.”

“You're wrong, (Y/N),” she whispered tiredly, looking away. “You're the only person I talk to.”

“Oh…” you said, nodding erratically.

“It must be wonderful, isn't it?” she asked after a moment of silence, getting more comfortable on the couch. You looked at her strangely pouring yourself what you said it would be your last drink.

“Mm?”

“You, you know, being in love…” the lady in black sighed, playing with the fabric of the old sofa. “Feeling that someone loves you and…”

“Well,” you interrupted, with your thoughts focused on her, on what you felt for her. “It's not always a good thing, you know?”

“Isn’t it?” she asked curiously, getting a little closer. You shook your head.

“Nothing I've ever experienced is even like those romantic books, never… Well, sometimes you think you love a person but… In reality you don't. You fool yourself,” you commented, remembering past, failed romances.

“How can you know that you're really in love?” she asked curiously, interested in the conversation, completely forgetting the movie. “You say that sometimes it's confusing.”

“You know, because… Because you feel that…” you began to explain, feeling enormous sadness, the frustration telling you that you had your beloved by your side, and that you couldn't do anything, you couldn't, right? “You feel like the world stops, that your mind can't draw anything other than… Her… That your heart races when she's near, that… That you know you couldn't live without her…”

“You seem to know a lot of thing about love,” the lady said, moving away, with an amused smile, dragging out her words, succumbing to the effect of the wine.

“I know because… Because…” you said, sitting up better, committing a madness, one that you didn't think possible. Taking advantage of her apparent distraction, you took her soft hand, caressing it, feeling good with her soft skin brushing yours. She didn't move away, she just looked at you confused, letting your fingers intertwine. “… It's, it's what I feel when I'm with you.”

“You…” she sighed, caressing you back, nervous but uninhibited, looking into your eyes, as if time had stopped. “You feel that way… about me?”

“Have you seen yourself, Donna?” you asked amused, but calmly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and… You are, you are kind and… Perfect and… I dream, I dream of you every night, I dream that we are like this, holding hands, I dream that I am not a simple gardener, that I am something, something else for you.”

She looked at you, open-mouthed, with a smile betraying her own feelings.

“You feel something for me?” she asked again, getting closer, taking your free hand, caressing it in a comforting way.

“Donna, I'm… In… In… in love with you,” you confessed without difficulty, without fear, with the voices in your mind camouflaged by the fruity flavor of that red drink, that mechanism that caused your deepest feelings to come to light.

“And, and I’m in love with you… (Y/N),” she sighed with an almost inaudible voice, with her smile not wanting to fade. Your heart was beating hard, your body burning with happiness. You couldn't ask for anything else at that moment, or well, maybe you could.

“Look, we already have something in common,” you joked nervously, blushing, without taking her hands off yours. Donna laughed too, shaking her head, looking away again.

“I, I would really like to kiss you,” she said suddenly, lightly pulling your body, bringing it closer to hers. You, who already believed that everything was nothing but a dream, nodded, caressing her cheek, letting her eye close at your touch.

“What are you waiting for?” you mocked, biting your lip.

Donna laughed nervously, capturing your lips in a shy, chaste, almost innocent kiss. She pulled away and you smiled, pulling her to kiss her again, to caress her lips with yours, so as not to let them escape.

What at first seemed like some kind of experiment by the brunette, soon became a tangle of kisses, caresses, and gasps. You had just what you wanted. You had the woman you loved with you, kissing you in an increasingly less clumsy way, leaning over you.

Your hands traveled to her hair, to her back, hers were caressing every exposed part of your skin. The taste of the wine traveled through your lips, mixing with your breathing. It was an intoxicated, sincere kiss, a sweet and bitter kiss, like the wine itself.

The sound of the projector acting strangely pulled Donna away from you, diverting her gaze from your lips. You smiled, kissing her quickly before she got up from the couch.

“I have, I have to stop… This,” she said awkwardly, her voice taken over by alcohol and excitement, stumbling several times before reaching her destination. “Wait a minute.”

“Don't be long, darling...” you said, settling down on the couch, a bad idea.

The sleepiness that the drink caused fell upon you, forcing you to close your eyes and groan comfortably as you curled up on the couch. You could hear the sound of her heels coming closer, her nervous breathing that soon relaxed as she saw your dozing figure.

“You're exhausted, aren't you?” she said, her voice still sounding forced, intoxicated, caressing your hair, a gesture that you protested with a tender grunt.

The lady moved away, searching the old office for a blanket to cover you, kissing your forehead timidly.

“We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay, tesoro?”

“Mm...” It was the only thing you could say, or vocalize, the sleep was too intense.

Then, darkness came.

You opened one eye, then the other. Your head was pounding, your temples were throbbing, but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was the image you had in front of you, the sinister gaze of a well-known puppet... Angie.

“Yiahhh!” you screamed in fear, moving around on the couch, falling off it with a crash. “Shit... Angie...” you whispered, with one hand on your head.

“Wake up, stupid!” the puppet yelled, causing a horrible pain in your head.

“Shhh, don't yell...” you lamented, rubbing your temples, studying your surroundings. You were in the office, that was the last thing you remembered. The almost empty bottle of wine reminded you that you had been drinking, but... That was all you could remember.

“How did the Sleeping Alcoholic sleep?” the doll asked mockingly as you stood up clumsily.

“Shut up, will you?” you protested, folding the blanket, trying with all your might to figure out why you were there, why you hadn’t come home, what you were doing in the office, what had happened. “Where’s Donna?”

“Upstairs,” Angie said, pointing to the ceiling comically. “Relax, she’s not as hungover as you.”

“Hangover?” you asked curiously, sighing as you looked at the bottle. “Oh…”

“Stupid villagers like you can’t handle alcohol, huh?” she mocked again, while you searched for an appropriate insult. You couldn’t find one and left the office.

“Bu, buongiorno, (Y/N),” the lady in black said. She was waiting patiently in the dining room, with a bright smile. You smiled awkwardly, moving your hand to wave back.

 “Hi, Donna…” you sighed, walking slowly, stopped by the lady in black, who offered you a glass of water.

“Here, drink this. I'm sure your head hurts a lot,” she said, nervous but with a radiant, different smile. You drank that medicine with a sigh, scratching the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered. She nodded, playing with her hands again, walking towards the table, where a hearty breakfast was waiting for you.

“I, I've prepared some breakfast for you... Do you, do you have coffee, juice... To, toast, whatever you want,” she said nervously, pushing you slightly so you sat on the chair.

“Wow... How thoughtful,” you said kindly, with a frown, trying to remember. “Thank you, Donna.”

She nodded biting her lip and sat in front of you, not taking her eye off yours.

“What a night, huh?” she murmured, breaking the silence of that breakfast, one that you were grateful for. No, you didn't want to talk about that night, you didn't remember anything.

“Yes… Well… I think… I drunk too much,” you said with a hoarse voice, clearing your throat, avoiding her gaze.

“Me too,” she said, amused, with a shy smile that didn't seem to want to leave her face.

“Well, you seem to be better than me,” you commented with a fake smile, enduring the headache that was slowly receding.

“I have, I have my own reasons,” she said in a whisper, laughing shyly. You, confused, nodded with disinterest.

“Oh…” you murmured, slowly sipping your coffee.

The silence returned, that time more tense. Donna looked at you, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't dare, or didn't want to. Neither did you.

“(Y/N), I…” she commented, leaving the coffee on the table, with a slightly more serious tone. “I wanted, I wanted us to talk about last night.”

“Last night…” you whispered, closing your eyes, sighing. Everything was a blur, you couldn't remember anything.

“Yes, well, the, the things that… Happened,” she stammered, changing happiness into concern.

“What happened?” you asked curiously, eating a toast. “Did I make a fool of myself?”

“No, no, you…” she said, with a nervous laugh, studying your gaze. “You… don't remember?”

“I'm sorry, but I don’t,” you confessed with a tired sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Did something happen?”

“You don't remember,” she murmured sadly, with her hands beginning to shake. “You don't remember anything you told me?”

“Mmm, no…” you said amused, without giving it any importance.

Her breathing became even more agitated, she didn't know what to say, what to do. You too started to get nervous, to feel uncomfortable.

“Get out,” she hissed, with a dark look. You raised your eyes to her, shaking your head.

“What?”

“Get out, get out of my house,” she hissed again, clenching her fists tightly, slowly getting up from the chair.

“Donna, what is it…?” you asked, obeying confused, backing away.

“Get out, get out! Fuori di qui!” the lady shrieked, completely unhinged, out of her mind. She approached with a firm step, pushing you by your chest, hitting you hard.

“Hey, hey! Donna, wait, wait, what…?” you said nervously, walking forcefully towards the door.

“I don't want to see you, get out!” she shouted desperately, tears wetting her cheek, with a furious sob, closing the door in your face, leaving you stupefied at the entrance of the mansion, helpless and confused.

You felt like a horrible dagger pierced your heart. Without wanting to, you had pushed her away from you, you had made a mistake you didn't know about, you had done something that had upset her, you were sure.

You shook your head, trying with all your might to remember, to know the reason for that changeable attitude. You couldn't, you had to go home.

After that day, the relationship with the lady in black cooled, looking more and more like snow, like an ephemeral blizzard that disappeared cutting through your body. She no longer looked at you, you had lost her, and you still didn't know why. Damn alcohol.

“Donna,” you said after a week, when the lady in black came back from one of those tedious meetings. She didn't look at you, she didn't say anything, she went into her house and left you outside. She ignored you terribly, as she had been doing for several days. “Oh, come on, at least tell me what I've done…”

Nothing, there was never an answer. Your pleas, your pathetic attempts to get her to listen to you didn't matter. Your life soon became a hell, a hell without her voice, without her smile, eternally condemned to see her face covered by that horrible veil.

The love you felt for her continued to dominate your rationality, it kept pushing you to keep trying, but a part of you began to give up.

It didn't matter how close you could be, that would never happen, she would never love you and you had to start to accept it. With the horrible passage of time, you made a decision, the saddest of your life.

“Donna, I have to talk to you,” you said, knocking softly on the door.

“We don't want to talk to you, stupid!” Angie shouted behind the door.

“Fine, whatever you want,” you said furiously, kicking the ground and throwing the pruning shears angrily. “Don't expect me to come back tomorrow, do you hear me? I resign!”

You didn't want to do it, you didn't want to, but you had to. The love you felt for Donna was going to end you, you would lose yourself forever, you wouldn't be able to forget her if you didn't get away in time.

Crying, you walked away from the mansion, interrupted by the creaking of the door, which slowly opened. A black figure peeked through it.

“What?” you asked unpleasantly, turning around and crossing your arms. “Now you want to talk? Well, I don't want to.”

“How can you be like that?!” the lady shrieked, enraged, shielding her sobs behind the black cloth. “Do you think you can play with me?!”

“What?” you asked, shaking your head, with a mocking tone, approaching the estate again. “Sorry, but if I'm not mistaken, you're the one who keeps ignoring me.”

“You do nothing but hurt me, (Y/N)…” she sighed, nervous, approaching you dangerously.

“Hurt you?” you asked confused, with a furious gasp. “What's wrong with you?”

“Do you find it funny, (Y/N)? Is it that you have a hobby of breaking people's hearts, do you enjoy playing with their feelings?” she accused you, putting a finger on your chest, one that you pushed away with a sharp slap.

 “I have no idea what you're talking about, Donna…” you whispered, ignoring the danger signs.

“Right, you never have any idea about anything, do you?” she mocked, with a cocky pose. “You always forget everything, don't you?”

“What?”

“Forget it, will you? It's what you do best,” she sighed, turning around.

You, fed up with this maddening situation, grabbed her wrist, pulling it.

“Lasciami!” she protested, breaking free from your grip.

“What have I done to you, Donna?” you wanted to know, with a different tone. “I, I don't know what…”

“Deceive me!” she screamed furiously. “First you tell me that you love me, that you're in love with me, you kiss me and…. And then… You, you abandon me, you tell me that you don't remember anything… You broke my heart!”

Then, you suspected what had happened. Your face turned red with embarrassment. It had to be that night, the alcohol made you confess, made you tell her how much you loved her and… Apparently… She felt the same way, something you couldn't help but smile at.

“Do you find it funny?” she mocked, with a dangerous hiss. “Cazzo… I'll kill you!”

“Donna, did I really tell you that?” you asked calmer, ignoring her lack of control. “Did I really tell you that I loved you?”

“Huh? Y-Yes…” she said, confused by your reaction. “Lie, after lie.”

You acted instinctively, removing that horrible veil from her face, capturing her lips gently, reaffirming that your mistake was not such, that you felt what you said, that you wanted to feel it.

“Now I remember,” you said smiling, grabbing her trembling body. “I wasn't lying, Donna…”

“(Y/N), why?” she asked, grabbing your waist, crying because of your behavior, confused. “I love you, I love you…” you whispered in her ear. “I've loved you for a long time and… Well, I guess I have to thank the wine for having found enough courage to tell you

[whyse7vn]

4TH GEN LEADERS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

taehateclub

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: y/n i’m coming for a sleepover tn

y/n: are you sad or something?

tae: no?

y/n: ok good

no thanks then ❤️

tae: um wtf

y/n: ???

tae: the disrespect i face on a daily is not right and should be studied

jimin: don’t care

yoongi: didn’t ask

jin: L

namjoon: 10 years…

of this

jk: time flies when ur having fun

hobi: i want to blow my brains out tbh

jk: oh

tae: jungkook do you want to see a magic trick?

jk: YES

jin: do pretzels make you fat?

jimin: have you been eating them?

jin: yeah

jimin: yeah they make you fat as fuck

jin: somebody push him off a cliff before i do

jk: show me the magic trick before i kill myself

y/n: this really is my safe space ❤️

namjoon: guys we should all go to therapy

tae: i won’t

i tried therapy and the lady laughed at me

A THERAPIST LAUGHED AT ME LIKE TO ME FACE IS THAT NOT SICK?

yoongi: real

y/n: icon tbh

jimin: my therapist tried to fuck me 😞

jin: why is he lying like omg get a life…

jimin: 30 years of age and still bothering young men like me LEAVE ME ALONE FREAK

yoongi: here they go

namjoon: one day we will all laugh and hold hands

y/n: i got 50 on jin

hobi: 50 on jimin

jin: namjoon pls don’t let him come in here and lie like that it’s actually heartbreaking watching the people closest to me be so fucking delusional and deranged think about the bystanders joon

think.

jimin: END UR LIFE

jin: you first 🤭

jimin: ignoring you

y/n: i win

hobi: aw man

namjoon: are you guys all coming to the party later?

jk: what happened to the magic trick??

yoongi: 👍🏻

hobi: yes yesss

y/n: YES

tae: yup

jin: yes

jimin: NO

jin: don’t care 🥱

jimin: i’m leaving this group and leaving this country

yoongi: k?

hobi: when something is a foot long whose foot are we measuring it off?

y/n: if it’s by yoongi’s then a foot long as hell

jk: tae can you show me now?

namjoon: kook pls let it go…

jimin: i’m jumping of a bridge

hobi: how many of yoongi’s feet tall is the bridge?

jin: one foot could honestly kill him

tae: feet?

namjoon: MOVING ON MOVING ON

jk: there is no magic trick is there

y/n: it’s okay you’ll get over it my love

jk: i don’t think i will

tae: that was a life lesson

learn from it and become stronger

jk: how about you die.

hobi: WOAH

namjoon: no fighting i’m literally begging you guys

jin: didn’t know you were submissive like that

jimin: fr it’s gross as hell

he’s gonna tell us he kisses men next

jk: are you a homophone?????

jimin: are you fr rn

yoongi: wow

namjoon: don’t say anything

y/n: at least his heart was in the right place!

tae: namjoon likes men?

namjoon: no

jimin: yeah

hobi: like a stickerrrrr

jk: congratulations

tae: let’s make a song with drake

y/n: ew

yoongi: no thanks

hobi: pushing p

jimin: pussy

jk: where

y/n: ew again

jk: bts 4th gen leaders!

namjoon: ?

hobi: we are not 4th gen

jk: what?

jimin: we are 3rd gen

jk: oh my god

we are old as hell

y/n: that is actually so gross

3rd gen IS SO GROSS WE ARE OLD AS HELL OH MY GOD IMMA THROW UP

jin: ur both being dramatic

jimin: he’s only saying that because he’s been old since birth

like how you 84 out the womb???

hobi: jimin ur going to hell

jimin: we were all thinking it

jin: everyone deny that rn

…

hello?

y/n: bts 4th gen leaders i agree with jk!!!

yoongi: this does not change the reality

tae: can i be 4th gen it boy

jimin: LMAO

tae: what’s funny?

jimin: nothing

jk: i would like to be best 4th gen rapper

hobi: i’ll be best 4th gen singer

y/n: fair

ig i’ll be the 4th gen it girl

jimin: i’ll be THEE 4th gen visual

y/n: yoongi for 4th gen it boy

yoongi: :3

tae: i wanted to be 4th gen it boy wtf

jk: joon the father of 4th gen

y/n: and jin the 4th gen ace

namjoon: u guys actually delusional

tae: i agree

namjoon: pls don’t agree with me ur making me uncomfortable

tae: sorry father

namjoon: don’t be mad u didn’t get a title

y/n: tea the girls are fighting

tae: i’m not mad

i don’t even care fr

namjoon: sure

tae: sUrE

namjoon: you seem mad

tae: if you died i wouldn’t care

hobi: 4th gen loser

tae: hoseok wtf

hobi: who said that?

y/n: 4th gen furry

tae: ummm?

jimin: 4th gen broke boy

tae: i asked for money ONCE

yoongi: 4th gen bitch

tae: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i’m glad we all have titles now

4th gen is not ready for us

y/n: FR!!!!

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kinda short pls forgive me