#you okay bro??? tormented face

[leclercskiesahead]

Guuuyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!

[thedevilspearl]

awkward moments during sex — younger bros

a/n: a continuation of funny and awkward moments that happen during sex with the brothers, but this time with the younger brothers (older brothers here).

tags: 2.5k words. female reader x satan (edging, orgasm control), asmodeus (no warnings), beelzebub (manhandling, breeding kink, mating press, minor injury) + belphegor (mild somnophillia). minors do not interact!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

your fingers slip nimbly through his blonde hair, gliding through the strands as if they’re made of the finest of silks. satan leaves an entourage of nips and bruises along your neckline, each of them planted with more desperation than the last.

his hips roll against yours; not fast enough, and not slow enough. and yet, he seems to find the perfect combination of pace and rhythm which drives you crazy.

it keeps you in limbo, with hope on one side and despair on the other. a purgatory of sorts.

he loves to torment you like this; his teething grin tells you that. and with his head buried in the nook of your shoulder, he peeps up only to appreciate the overwrought look on your face. your brows furrow in such a way that he doesn’t know if you’re about to cry, or if you’re about to cum.

you suppose that’s why he loves it so much — satan has always been fond of a good mystery, always wanting to discover what comes next in earnest. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

his rutting hips grow a little more fervent, earning a most dulcet moan from your lips. he captures it in his own, swallowing it whole and locking it away deep in the ravenous hollows of his body. you fill him up in ways he never expected, and he can’t get enough of you.

“satan,” you whimper, evoking a sadistic smirk on his face. “please…”

“please what, my dear?”

the endearment in his voice alone is enough to make your guts feel like they’re being rearranged — though, his cock is doing a perfectly fine job of that already.

“i wanna cum!”

every one of your senses tosses you back and forth over a very thin line. one second, you’re free to fall into a sea of bliss, ready to be washed away by the intensity of the orgasms he brings upon your body. and the next, you’re tied up in the confines of satan’s control. he decides when you finish, not the other way around.

the nerves in your body are working overtime, analysing each second and anticipating whether or not he will give you what you so desperately desire. your brain is moments away from turning numb from the overload of feelings, both physical and emotional.

so much that the creaks of satan’s old, wooden bed go unregistered.

he thrusts harder, faster with the promise that he’ll soon be done with you, and you can finally succumb to the ecstasy you’ve been reaching for.

“satan!” you squeal, locking your trembling legs around his hips. “i’m close!”

“me too, baby,” he grunts with each rut and grabs your cheeks, making sure of the eye contact between you. “we’re almost there.”

he makes a point of driving his cock to the hilt of your pussy, and his strength passes straight through your body into the foundations of his bed. all it takes is one more thrust to break apart the timbers of the worn out wood.

the mattress beneath you softens your land as the bed collapses, but the impact from satan’s body falling on top off you knocks the air out of your lungs. his limbs dig into you and you groan.

“shit,” he mutters, and his hands fly to your face, inspecting your pained expression. “are you okay?”

“not really,” satan rises with you, arms delicately holding your frame until you’re sat upright on the wreck of what was once his bed. “are you?”

“yes,” he chuckles, leaning his head against you before planting a kiss on your cheek. “because the sex was literally bed–breaking. and no, because lucifer is going to have a lot to say about this.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

asmo has tonnes of attention and he loves to give it away freely, just as much as he loves to receive it. you’re special, though. he makes a point of that every time your insecurities begin niggle away at you.

whenever he feels you drawing away, he’ll pull you closer than ever before, never letting you out of his sight. with all the fame and love, most people tend to forget how lonely a person can become. and that’s why he chose you.

you took that loneliness from deep inside and destroyed it in the palm of your hand. you filled all the void parts of his body and soul with your existence alone; no one thinks about the demons a demon can have, and all it took was one smile from you to scare them all away.

you helped him in more ways than one, so he never wants you to feel alone or inferior — you’ll always be his number one despite his fans and fame and ego.

he must say, though, he is quite proud of how far you’ve come. asmo had immediately picked up on those small traits of yours, the ones that signal you spiralling into the pool of your greatest fears. the nervous fidgeting whenever he spoke to other demons at school, the daylight dazing out when you find yourself lost in thoughts, and the sudden silence when he’s livestreaming to his fans, like right now.

asmo was fully prepared to pepper you with praises and kisses as soon as he finished — he’s more than willing to give you attention. but the fact is, you stole it already, along with his breath.

he freezes for a second before licking his lips and glancing back and forth between your teasing and his screen. he mumbles and stutters whilst trying to hide his growing erection from his fans. meanwhile, you sway your hips seductively behind the camera, slipping the silk gown from your shoulders to reveal your naked body.

“today was really fun, my darlings,” he waves and blows a kiss to the screen immediately. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

he taps his screen rapidly before jumping on you, grabbing your ass and lifting you. your lips intertwine in seconds and he drops you onto the mattress with out breaking contact.

“someone’s feeling bold,” he teases between kisses. “i like it.”

“mmh, i figured i should be more forward with my needs,” you say with a daring smile. “i think it seems to be working, don’t you?”

“oh, it’s working,” asmo expertly removes his clothing, and occupies himself in the meantime by kissing up and down your body, burning patterns into your skin until he meets your lips again.

“asmo… hurry.” you whine and he heeds your words, aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“i love you, my darling,” he feeds you one last kiss before pushing in, and the two of you groan in unison. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, asmo.”

you gasp loudly as his cock stretches your walls, and your clench around his length as if he was made perfectly for you to take. you’re seconds away from screaming his name when—

knock, knock, knock.

you freeze and the knocking is followed by lucifer’s commanding voice.

“asmodeus, you might want to end your livestream before continuing with your… activities.”

“what?!”

scrambling, you gather the blanket against your chest, tucking your legs underneath to hide your nude body. this can’t be happening…

“oh, my,” asmo tuts. “it looks like i pressed the wrong button.”

he makes his way back to his ddd set up on his desk, dragging a blanket to cover himself from the hips down. you expect him to turn it off immediately, but instead he starts reading the flying comments that you’re too embarrassed to even think about.

“hhm, everyone seems to be enjoying it,” he looks to you with a seductively intriguing glint in his eyes. “what do you say, honey? why don’t we give them a show?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

“oh my goodness, beel!”

juices flow from your pussy and his mouth finally parts with it after bringing you to your umpteenth orgasm. your mind is foggy from the highs and beel rises, hands roaming your body and placing you exactly how he sees fit.

the back of your knees rest against his arms and his hands sneak under your body, locking you in place. he has you folded in half, literally. his feet are planted flat in the mattress and his immense weight pushes you down further.

you haven’t fucked in this position before, but you have a feeling beel is going to destroy your needy cunt. you take a liking to this inner beast controlling him right now; he must be so hungry…

his lips are coated with your essence, the one that works like a spell, entrancing him in such a state that he can only think about how much he needs you.

this is going to be good.

the tip of his enormous cock prods at your entrance and eagerly pushes in. hissing from his girth stretching you out, you wonder if it’s possible that you’ll ever get used to beel splitting you open on his cock.

“ngh,” you groan gutturally, unable to form a decipherable sentence. “s–so big!”

“i’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he growls and pushes in deeper. “gonna fill you with my cum.”

he slams into you, and an unbridled yelp escapes you before he raises his hips, only to slam them back down again. each of his thrusts rattle the entire bedframe and you’re afraid the brother next door might storm in with noise complaints.

a cacophony of sinful sounds fill the room — beel’s animalistic growls, your wanton moans, the obscenely lewd noises coming from your bodies, and of course, the shaking of everything around you.

he’s fucking you so hard it might cause an earthquake.

the mattress bounces along with both of your bodies, fucking like animals in heat. his cock drags in and out of your pussy and you’re losing count of all the orgasms he’s forcing you to endure. you’re extremely sensitive from him eating you out for hours and you don’t know how long it will take for beel to feel some sort of satiation.

being both starved and gluttonous is a dangerous combination, and this version of beel is a prime example of that. he pushes your thighs down further, allowing himself to explore deeper and you feel another orgasm creeping on you.

and it’s only a matter of time before beel finishes too, and he’s going to fill you to the brim with his cum before using it to fuck you some more, pushing his seed deep inside you. you can’t wait for the day he finally breeds you.

“fuck, beel!” you screech, not caring how ridiculously desperate you sound. “come on, stuff me full with your cum! want you to knock me up!”

“gonna fill you up,” he grunts with every thrust. “i’ll fill you with my—”

“aah, i’m so tired… wait, what’s going on here?”

before you can look in the direction of the door, beel literally flips you over and flings your body to the side, unknowingly using his full strength which causes you to collide into the wall.

“what the fuck?!” you yelps, tears brimming your eyes from the impact.

did he just throw you across the room?

but you have no time to yell at him because belphegor is standing in the doorway with his eyes locked onto your naked body. your hands fly to hide your private parts, but you are stark naked and daring not to move.

meanwhile, beel sits nonchalantly on his bed, covering his crotch with the sheets. “nothing. nothing is going on.”

belphie doesn’t seem convinced, which doesn’t come as a surprise and he slowly backs out, closing the door behind him.

not a second after he leaves, you throw the dirtiest, most disgusted look of betrayal at beel. “every man for himself, huh?”

“i’m so sorry, mc,” he glooms. “i panicked.”

“panicked? you threw me across the room!”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

“belphie,” you whisper, shaking the shoulders of his sleeping form. “belphie, wake up.”

a grumble sounds from his limp frame, and you roll your eyes, shaking him harder.

“belphie, please wake up,” and with a sigh, you add, “i’m horny.”

again, nothing.

chewing on your lips in thought, your hands mindlessly graze over your body — your breasts, squeezing them with a gasp; your hips, grabbing them exactly where belphie loves; and your thighs, digging into your flesh with desperation.

you don’t realise your pitiful actions, nor the broken moan that escapes you until belphie rolls onto his other side, his back now facing you.

a pout forms on your lips and you grab him again, shaking him with all your might. but your frustration passes right through his sleeping form.

“belphegor, wake up right now! i need you!”

“keep it down…”

giving up, you flop onto the mattress beside him, unable to remove your eyes from his peaceful face. as unsatisfactory as his response is, your body still needs to be put at ease. and you can’t do that without some form of relief.

before you know it, your fingers slip below the line of your underwear and a shaky breath escapes you. you make work of yourself, thrusting your fingers in and out while imagining belphie’s cock driving hard into your pussy.

what you would give for him to open his eyes and plant his fingertips into the softness of your hips, holding you in place beneath his sweating body as he slams into you, his cock making its mark all along your walls.

“fuck…” you whimper, with a hint of his name among your quiet moans as you cum.

belphie has yet to move an inch, completely ignorant to you and your orgasm. so much for quality time. with your eyelids drooping, you allow yourself to sink into the sheets and pillows, carefully snuggling into belphie’s body as to not wake him.

an hour passes, or maybe two, possibly more and belphegor finally stirs. he yawns with little energy and rolls onto his back, but his arm stays wrapped around you, tucking you into his chest. all it takes is one look for that swirling sensation in his stomach to come alive.

he looks down at his crotch and sees that the problem goes further than so–called butterflies; his hardened cock stretches the material of his pants. morning wood has never been so persistent since you came along.

every remnant of sleep is gone in an instant and he’s on top of you, lips pressed against your neck and hands sneaking up your shirt, squeezing your hips on their way to your tits.

“hah…” small gasps and moans escape him as his hips jut against you. “what are you doing to me?”

he hates that innocent look on your face, so oblivious to the effect you have on him and to what he is doing to you. but that innocence is also what turns him on. god, he could just devour you whole like the sick demon he is and you wouldn’t know a thing because you’re far to busy dreaming something sweet.

it’s almost like he can smell it, the dream. or, a more logical explanation would be the sweetness between your legs. your glistening slit has him drooling when he pulls your panties away and he soon makes work of freeing his aching cock from his own clothes.

“mc,” he whispers against you with a kiss. “wake up, i’m horny.”

your eyes open slightly, and as soon as you register his hot, naked body above you, you roll over to the side with a huff.

“not now, belphie. i’m tired.”

well, he supposes this is what he deserves. it’s a taste of his own medicine, after all.

[sourlove]

Kingpin ~ Part III of 'Street Rat' YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, MENTIONED GANG ACTIVITIES, MENTIONED MURDER, MENTIONED BLACKMAIL

READ PART 1 HERE

READ PART 2 HERE

(Female reader) (Mild NSFW)

Bakugo Katsuki was a force of nature. When Eijiro met him, Katsuki was an angry scrap of a boy who everyone thought was going to get himself killed with his attitude. But he didn't.

Despite having a rough start in life, he managed to join a small time gang on the outskirts of the city and fought his way, literally and figuratively, to the top. Eijiro was proud to stand next to Katsuki as his best friend and right hand man. He thought he knew everything about the man, from what made him angry (everything) to how he liked his coffee (black, boiling hot). Eijiro did know everything about Katsuki.

Everything, except you.

You were a wildcard nobody expected. When Katsuki ordered an attack on a wedding of all things, nobody questioned him. When he forcefully silenced all the guests in attendance with blackmail, everyone dismissed it as standard procedure. But when he brutally slaughtered the groom and showed up with the bride in his arms, it definitely raised some eyebrows.

From the moment you woke up at their base, you had done nothing but cause trouble. You would throw tantrums, destroy furniture and torment everybody who was unfortunate enough to approach. You were beautiful, sure, but clearly batshit insane and everybody tried to steer clear of you as much as they possibly could.

That's why it was so It was off-putting how nice Katsuki was to you. Eijiro had watched his boss rip out a man's tongue and feed it to his dogs because the man had called him called him weak. Now, you could hurl every insult under the sun at him and Katsuki would pat your head with an indulgent smile. You spoke like everyone was beneath you, sometimes barking out orders to the men who would stop and stare in confusion. Until Katsuki showed up.

"The fuck are you dipshits looking at? Did she fucking stutter?"

It was pretty clear that Katsuki worshipped the ground you walked on. And Eijiro supported that, he really did! Being so unashamedly in love, especially in their line of business, was pretty manly. He only had a real problem with how you treated Katsuki like trash. Even as a rookie on the streets, he was never one to take orders from anyone. But he jumped through flaming hoops to spoil you, just for his gifts to be thrown back in his face.

Literally. That was your favorite form of attack and your favorite victim seemed to be the man who would kill someone for you. Sure there was that little issue of Katsuki actually killing your very new husband, but couldn't you see that he was doing his best to make up for it?

Now, Eijiro wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but even he knew that the relationship between the two of you might not be the healthiest. So as the best bro he had to ask Katsuki, preferably when you weren't there. Though that proved to be very difficult (why did you go everywhere with the man if you couldn't stand him?!), Eijiro managed to slip into Katsuki's office when you went to bed and Katsuki wanted to get some work done.

"Hey Boss! Long time, no see, huh?"

The ashy blonde eyed him suspiciously. "I saw you an hour ago, Shitty Hair. You on drugs?" He turned back to his paperwork with a huff.

Eijiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I mean, sure I always see you, but...you're always with her."

It was only years of being in close proximity with the Kingpin himself, that alerted Eijiro to the fact that he had just acquired a shovel and was about to start digging his own grave. Katsuki calmly dropped his pen and steepled his fingers over the papers he was working on. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

The redhead gulped. "Nothing! There's absolutely nothing wrong with your relationship. Okay, good talk! Bye!" He stood up to escape.

"Sit down."

Eijiro sat down. Katsuki sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. "You know, she's the only reason I'm where I am today."

"...what?"

"Look, Y/N, she-she was the prettiest girl I ever set my eyes on." He reclined into his seat, looking off thoughtfully into the distance. "Everyone wanted her but no one deserved her, not even me." Katsuki chuckled ruefully. "I always thought I had no chance, until she gave me one. And I'm obviously not a fucking idiot so I took it."

Eijiro frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Look around, Shitty Hair," he gestured to his office. "Do you think I give a fuck about all this fancy shit? It's all for her. Everything I have, everything I am, is all for Y/N."

"Bro, that's like, romantic but also a bit concerning. Everything you have? That's like...everything!"

Katsuki scowled at him. "Yeah no shit, dumbass. I'm gonna marry that girl."

"Woah, bro," Eijiro sniffled. "You're so manly! I totally respect your decision now, even though everyone said you were as crazy as her!"

"What the fuck did you just say?! Oi, Shitty Hair! Get back here, fucking coward!"

Katsuki growled as the annoying idiot who called himself a friend scurried away. He glanced outside and noted the dark sky, before packing up his remaining paperwork and hurrying out of his office. The few goons that saw Katsuki only received a grunt in return of their greetings before the boss flew off, leaving them wondering where he was rushing to.

Or who he was rushing to. When Katsuki carefully opened the door, you were stretched across the bed, fast asleep. He smiled and quickly took of his clothes, before slipping into bed next to you. While Katsuki enjoyed Y/N at any time, he especially enjoyed you when you was sleeping. Then, he could admire as much as he wanted without any disturbance.

He stroked a finger down your cheek and bit his lip. Once a distant dream, you were so soft and warm laying beside him. Now, he could also touch you as much as he wanted. And this time, you let him.

You woke up to the feeling of Katsuki's stubble scratching you as he mouthed hungrily at your neck. Rough, calloused hands tugged at your nightgown and squeezed your soft flesh.

"Noo, get off" you whined, half-asleep. "Still sore..."

He chuckled lowly. "My bad, baby. I'll be gentle this time."

You pouted as he nipped at your collarbone. "Liar. You're always so mean-ah!" His hands ripped your nightgown down the middle, finally growing impatient, and Katsuki grinned wickedly.

"Hmm, you say that now," he cooed. "But you love it, don'tcha? So be a good girl and spread your legs for me, sweets~"

A/N: This has been requested a lot and shown so much love! Its insane how I only started posting a couple of days ago and I already have so much support. Leave an ask if you want to see some side stories or headcanons!

Please leave a like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed. Go ahead and give yourself a kiss on the cheek for being so amazing xxx

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[queer-n-here]

back at it again at krispy kreme

so to start off, this request is very wild and specific and out of nowhere and will most likely be the only of its kind. I would suggest watching season 1 and 2 recap videos of Girl From Nowhere. NOW TO THE REQUEST

with a yandere reader (who is basically like nanno from the show i mentioned earlier) who stalks character of your choice 24/7, constantly tormenting them and their friends (who keep killing reader but reader just keeps coming back) until the character is worn down to where they are stockholm syndromed by reader, and reader finally claims what is his ♡

~🕷

Okay y'all, this is actually 🕸️ annon, bro wrote 🕷️ on accident again.

Also, bruv, this bomb ASS request has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I must say, I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner. I was kind of running away from it without realising I was.

Q: Why were you running away?

A: Because I didn't wanna ruin it in a hurry 😭 I wanted to do it justice. Now, I will! (Hopefully)

Contents: Chuuya x Yandere!Stalker!Reader

Warnings: No smut, but has mentions of masturbation, stalking, obsessive tendencies, mentions of murder, blood, and more, Stockholm Syndrome.

You had been watching him for the longest time.

Chuuya Nakahara.

He was so fucking beautiful, you never wanted to take your eyes off of him. So you followed him around, setting your lackeys everywhere around him to report to you with even the minutest details of his days.

You followed him around yourself, too. Only you were allowed to watch from his bathroom ventilator as he showered or changed. Only you were permitted to peek through that one window in his bedroom and watch as he pushed a lucky dildo deeper and deeper into his ass, cock throbbing and twitching with want. Oh, the things you'd do to be that bit of silicon that slid in and out of his asshole as he trembled on the bed, huffing and panting.

Fuck, you were obsessed with him.

And you knew full well.

You were starting to get desperate, too. Just sneaking into his house when he wasn't there to wrap his boxers around your cock and jerk off wasn't enough anymore. So after hiding in the dark for a while, you decided to leave behinds hints.

The first one ever was the splatter of cum you'd left on his bed sheets. It had been a mistake, but even as you raised a hand to pull the sheets off the bed and hide the evidence, you couldn't help but pause.

Chuuya should know how much you loved him. He should know who owned him.

Thus, you left the stains right as they were.

That night, Chuuya returned from a hefty mission, tired and ready to collapse into bed. The sight of the half-dried cum stopped him.

"What the fuck?!"

You, watching from behind the bushes next to his bedroom window, smirked. Fuck yes.

Later, you became more and more bold. You starting leaving behind more proof of your presence, leaving behind sappy messages on his walls with spray paint, dropping photos of him that you'd taken in secret. You watched him break down from his window.

You chased him into a corner, forcing him to ask Mori for help. Even the Port Mafia had nothing on you, though. You continued leaving behind dirty underwear, condoms filled with your cum and stuff like that around his house.

Chuuya changed places, and you followed. He couldn't get rid of you no matter how much he tried, only running pathetically around with you right at his heels.

It was fun, but only for a few months.

At one point, only watching him from a distance had been enough for you. Now, you wanted him to see you, know you, fear you, want you. You were growing more and more greedy, you knew. And yet you couldn't stop yourself.

So one day, you showed Chuuya your face. You left behind a video clip for him, a video of you jerking off to his photos. Chuuya decided, enough is enough.

He decided to put his pride down and asked for Dazai to help. The latter might be a big piece of shit and a pain in the ass, but he was smart when it came to stuff like this. And so Dazai was involved.

You knew it, and Dazai knew that you knew you knew. It was a fun game of pretending to hide while both of you knew of each other's presence.

It wasn't long before Dazai caught you, though. You were pleasantly surprised by his wit. You two fought, and Dazai managed to kill you. As he turned around, thinking about teasing Chuuya about owing him for the rest of his life, he saw you standing beside him instead. His eyed widened, and he stepped back slightly.

"...How?" Was the only thing Dazai, the smartest man in the Port Mafia, could say.

You chuckled. "Pity you won't be able to find out."

And before he'd known it, he was on the ground, knocked out. You couldn't help but tread on his hands as you passed him a little. He got to be around Chuuya everyday, and here you were, working so hard every time you so much as wanted to see his face. Wasn't it unfair?

Either way, after that day, the Port Mafia increased security around Chuuya. If it had been anyone else, Mori would've just kicked them out, but this was Chuuya, one half of Twin Dark.

From then on, you had to be slightly more careful. But you couldn't control your greed either. You couldn't stop wanting him to see you in person, not just in the photos and videos that you left behind.

And so, one evening Chuuya came back home to find all the guards dead on his porch steps. His eyes widened, and he took a small step back.

The front door was open.

He wanted to run away, wanted to go back to the Port Mafia headquarters and report to Mori, but he thought he saw a shadow flash past the door in the house. He hesitated.

Was it rational for him to not run away? No. It was perhaps the craziest decision he'd ever made in his entire life. But he couldn't help but think internally, Fuck it, if he wanted to harm me, I wouldn't have been alive all this while.

And so Chuuya stepped over the corpses that decorated his front door, pushed open the door more, and stepped in.

You were sitting right there, on his couch, wiping your bloody hands with a handkerchief. You looked up when he entered.

And gods, he was even more gorgeous up close like this. You were used to watching him from afar, or through the cameras that you'd placed in his house, but never face-to-face. Fuck, you almost pounced on him right then.

As for Chuuya, he didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage he was scared it'd stop for good. His palms were sweaty even as he fisted his hands, and his breathing was slightly laboured.

You stood up from the couch, walking closer to him. Somehow, he did not back away.

"Chuuya,"

The way you said his name, gods, what were you? Some sort of a siren? But sirens were supposed to sing, not stand in his house covered in blood and smile at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

"You're home." You raised a hand, caressing his cheek, leaving a smearing some of the blood on your hand against his pale skin. "Did you have dinner?"

"W-why are you doing this?" Chuuya managed to choke out, fuelled by his last dreg of rationality.

His eyes were red.

"Doing what, baby?" You cooed, smiling. "Chasing you? Because I love you, that's why."

Chuuya felt the back of his throat burning, and tried to fight back the tears that were already gathering in his eyes. "Why? Why, like this... Wha-"

He couldn't form coherent sentences, and stopped trying with a sniffle, tears starting to dribble down his face.

He looked pretty when crying, too.

You cupped his face with both your hands, tilting it upwards to make him look at you. "Because I can't help but want you so much, Chuuya. So much, that I'd have obliterated the Port Mafia if it hadn't been for the fact that you like those people."

Chuuya felt so tired, so exhausted. For almost half a year now he'd been running from you, running and running and running. He'd changed houses, gotten protection from the Mafia, even asked Dazai, for Christ's sake. And yet somehow you'd always gotten through it. He didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to sleep.

He wanted to rest.

He wanted to curl up and close his eyes and not have to worry about anything, not even the nightmares that had started because of you. He wanted to be carefree, the way he had been when he was a kid, poor but honest in the ugliest parts of Yokohama.

Chuuya didn't want to run anymore.

And so he collapsed, his knees buckling as more tears slid down his skin, onto his shirt. You caught him before he could hit the floor, and pulled him into an embrace. He was sobbing, his shoulders shaking and hands trembling.

"C'mere," You pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

Slowly, his hands rose, and for a moment you thought he would try to push you off. You braced for impact, preparing to restrain his hands if you had to. But then, all of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around your neck.

You froze for a moment, and then, a small smile climbed up your face. Chuuya was sobbing into your shoulder, clinging on to you as if for dear life. His fingers fisted in the material of your shirt as he muffled his whimpers against your skin.

He wouldn't run anymore.

That night, standing in the middle of Chuuya's eighth house that year, finally, you got what you wanted.

[fiddlepot]

Tbh? Thinking about Aizetsu making the prettiest whimpers known to man as you fuck him

more under the cut lol (this goes without saying, but minors dni this is nsfw)

Aizetsu during Coitus - Pt 1

Bro is perpetually a bottom. He literally doesn't top and when he does you STILL have the upper hand

He just kinda sits there and takes everything happily (ironically lmao) and gets needy when you go too long without railing him hard and fast

“H-harder, please.. I can take it...”

Use his horns as a brace if you're fucking him from the front. Even though he can't necessarily feel anything aside from an uncomfortable tugging sensation, he loves it. (It's honestly just a psychology thing tbh.. As opposed to the actual feeling)

Pull his hair

Throw a bit of praise in there, but tangle it with prickly words

Just bully him.

Tease him, drag his orgasm out for hours...

Okay, maybe not hours.

Don't make it easy for him. Complain as he may, he enjoys it more than anything else when you torment him.

Touch him in all the right spots—bonus points if you spank, scratch, bite, or strike them.

He's a sucker for pain.

Secretly wishes you'd try poisoning him with wisteria one day during coitus. Probably won't ever admit it.

Loves hearing your name roll off his own tongue. He'll cry it uncontrollably when things get intense.

“Ah, y/n...~ y/n—♡!!”

That's usually a clear indication that he's close.

And when he finally cums, he makes the prettiest faces and lets out the most delectable gasps.. Oh, and of course he cries too.

The sight of him whimpering and thrashing under you turns you on enough to go for another round. And you know he has the stamina for it.

Likewise, your energy never seems to tether down when it comes to him.

How could it? He's Aizetsu.

[eveandtheturtles]

Dating Advice

Ship: Leo X Reader

A/N: Leo can't catch a break it seems lol I am going to continue bully him for a lil bit more. With the help of his fam ;)

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

Anyone else want in let me know!

Recently Leo has been a bit antsy. A bit more... jumpy? But only in the presence of one person.

April noted his behaviour as you left the lair and immediately pulled him aside.

"Okay, spill." She sat him down in the kitchen and gave him her best 'big sis time' look.

"I- don't know what you mean," he said slowly, clearing his throat and looking away. "Now if you excuse me-" he started getting up.

"Sit," she ordered and he sat back down. "Come on Leo," she softened her tone. "I want to help."

He sighed heavily and tapped his finger over the table. "Fine," he sighed, finally giving in. "It's- well,... How do you ask somebody out? Asking for a friend."

April smiled and was about to answer when as if summoned Mikey popped up behind them.

"Who is asking who out?" He asked.

"No one!" Leo tried to stop the train from crashing but too late.

"I think Leo likes your new friend a little more than 'just friends'," April informed him.

"That's nothing new." Suddenly Donnie spoke up from the coffee spot. He had crawled out of his science cave to inject more caffeine in his blood stream. "You aren't that hard to read Leo," he added seeing the shocked face of his brother.

"Can we stop with the bullying?" The blue masked turtled sighed.

"Who are we bullying?" Raph asked as he emerged freshly post work out with a towel around his neck.

"Leo." All three replied.

The terrapin in question sighed again leaning his head down and rubbing a spot on his forehead. He could feel the headache coming.

"Oh, really?" Raph grinned. "What about?"

"He wants to ask Sweetness out," Mikey informed him.

"I never said I want to! It's for a friend!" Leo protested.

"Really? What is his name?" April asked with a wide grin.

Leo opened and closed his mouth. He then made an undignified noise and slid lower in his chair.

"That's what I thought," she said smugly.

"Bro, you could like make a song for her, chicks are into this kinda thing, right?" Mikey looked at April.

She made an 'eh' face. "Depends."

"Or a poem." Raph placed one hand on Leo's shoulder. "I got one for you bro."

"Don't." Leo glared at him.

"Roses are read, violets are blue." Raph ignored him and continued. "Guess what, my bed has place for two."

"Good one!" Mikey snickered. "How about - twinkle, twinkle little star, we can do it in the car."

The two hollered with laughter, even April had to bite her lips not to join them. Leo was suffering.

"Mikey, if you get anywhere near the turtle tank with that intent I will cut you off the WiFi for life and set your hover board on fire," Donnie spoke up.

"Yes, sir!" Mikey immediately sobered up. Donnie threats were no laughing matter.

"Thank you!" Leo called out, hoping the torment was over. He was wrong.

"That being said -," Donnie took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat.

"Oh, no." Leo sunk further down.

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream," purple terrapin sang. "Merrily, merrily, I can make you scream."

"Oh, my god," Leo groaned. "You are my family, but you are all terrible, you dicks."

"Eh, you love us," April patted his hand.

"Hey guys," you re-entered the lair. "I forgot my bag." You took the scene in and frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Suddenly all the eyes were on Leo and he just wanted to disappear.

"Nope," he jumped out of the chair. "Everything is peachy! Let me walk you home." He rushed to your side and threw a death glare at his snickering family.

You were very confused as Leo escorted you out.

"What was that all about?" You asked. "It looked like you guys were having an intervention," you joked.

"It was nothing, they just thought they were being funny," he huffed.

"Were they giving you shit because you haven't asked me out yet?" You smirked, giving him a side eye.

Leo felt like a scratch record. "What?" He blinked at you, stopping abruptly.

"You aren't that hard to read Leo." You took his hand. "Also I was listening to the whole thing for quite a while. The sewers do carry sounds well."

His heart was about to jump out of his chest. "And um, do you, would you mind if I did?"

"Nope, so come on, shoot your shot." You nudged him gently.

"Alright," he took a deep breath in. Here it goes. He will not mess it up. "Do you take out game?"

Fuck.

"I mean - Will you check me out? No!" He pinched the bridge oh his snout.

You tried so hard not to laugh.

"I can do this," he said probably more to himself than you. "Will you. Go with me. To the Knicks game this Saturday?"

You giggled and stood up on your tip toes giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, with pleasure."

"Great!!" He smiled brightly. "I can pick you up at 6?"

"Sounds perfect. See you then." You gave his hand a squeeze and exited the sewers. A smile never leaving your face.

Once you were gone he fist pumped, excited. You said yes! That was such a relief! He felt so good he was going to clean the dojo!

Figuring out how to prevent his brothers from going to the game was future Leo problem.

[emmyrosee]

imagine when osamu is trying out glasses atsumu tries to sabatoge him by giving him the worst frames ever 😭 thats when samu’s lovely gf comes in to save the day and beat the crap out of him

IM GONNA BITE TSUMU, BUT NOT IN THE CUTE WAY THIS TIME😠💔 bullyin my man I swear to the lord-

Osamu’s already so, so terrified enough to buy frames because yeah, it’s a big deal, he wants to make sure he looks good because it’s a huge adjustment in his life. So, naturally, he takes you and Atsumu, because you’re his better half and Atsumu is his worse half who just tags along.

And when I tell you he picks the WORST frames for this poor man- I’m talking hot Cheeto red, grandma floral prints, pure circles with wirey frames, he’s tormenting his poor twin because he can, he’s completely overwhelming him, and while you’re sure it’s to try and make light of the situation, you’re not in the mood for it.

“Hey,” you whisper, sneaking up behind osamu as he wonders if the clear frames will work. “You feelin’ okay?”

“He’s driving me crazy,” he whimpers while his twin is trying on his own pairs. “I want this to be over, I’m just gonna pick one-“

“No,” you assure, kissing his cheek. “You pick the frames you want- I don’t care if we’re here five more minutes or fifty, you’re going to pick the ones you want because you’re the one who’s gonna wear them. You’re the one who’s nervous for them, and this is the fun part.”

“What about Atsumu?”

“I’ll deal with him.”

With that, Osamu feels a little more at ease, trying on frames and asking questions and thoroughly enjoying the way you’ve tugged Atsumu out by his ear and scold him for his behavior outside, the pout on his twins face only making him grin.

Ultimately, he finds a pair- a nice pair, dark brown with circled lenses that go flat on top think Tom Holland glasses HA- and he’s feeling so much better about it now. He smiles and places his order, the anxieties gone and now replaced with a small excitement to finally be able to see again.

At lunch, Osamu plants a kiss to your temple, “thank you for calming me down in there.” You hum happily and continue to eat your food, letting your ease further soothe him.

“Atsumu?” He continues, making the blonde twin look up from his noodles. He smirks, “I’ll see you in hell.”

Atsumu grins, “we got the express route, bro. And I’m takin you with me.”

[useless-moss]

Since it's been a hot minute: Trans Hiccup Headcanons(with some bonus trans Astrid)

He started experimenting with more masculine clothes at around 4-5 years old and expressed an interest in using male pronouns shortly after

Stoick was always very happy and supportive of Hiccup, though this was mainly because he always wanted a son to begin with

The 'I think you brought me the wrong offspring' rant in httyd 1 was born of both the other insecurities Hiccup had about being a viking in general and also him feeling 'incorrect' and like he wasn't really a man (which, same bro)

He struggled with trying to be the perfect son for his dad for most of his life

Valka had a hunch from the minute Hiccup was born. She often made jokes about how Stoick already had a son, he'd just show himself a little later. When she saw Hiccup in httyd 2 she recognized his face and the scar and was very proud that he'd grown up to be who he is

Gobber was the one who taught Hiccup how to bind

Gobber would also physically fight any village kids and/or adults who tried to bully Hiccup for being trans, which was rare to begin with since most people were more concerned with Hiccup's lack of general viking-ness

Hicstrid t4t supremacy bitches

Speaking of Astrid, her family followed more traditional last name culture, which is why her last name is Hofferson. She high-key hates this fact but the name 'Astrid' draws attention away from it, and unless told people assume it's some classic irony that a woman would have a last name that essentially means 'Son of Hoffer'

Part of why Hiccup and Astrid get along so well is because they understand the self doubt and the internal and external struggles of being yourself while also trying to be who everyone expects you to be

Hiccup has tried to DIY his top surgery at least five or so times. He was usually stopped by Gobber, other times he managed only one small cut before backing out

Being accepted into 'the guy group' was one of the best days of his life

As mentioned in my first trans Hiccup post, Dagur got the news when they were kids and, even though he didn't fully understand, he started religiously calling Hiccup 'brother'

Dagur's tormenting was also a way to try and help Hiccup 'man up'. It didn't really work as intended, unsurprisingly

The only villains who would be mean about Hiccup being trans are Drago, Grimmel, and Johann. Johann in secret because, you know, undercover/traitor stuff yada yada 😒

Also Spitelout. Spitelout would be mean about it

Gothi knows how to make what is essentially HRT gel, which Hiccup is immensely grateful for

Okay, all I got for now. Will add more as my brain continues to just stew on this fandom.

BTW, I HC Hiccup as trans masc in the first place because I'm trans masc and he's a comfort character of mine so, like I do with all my comfort characters, I'm projecting. This includes but is not limited to the trans-ification.

It's pretty much the same thing with Astrid, but reversed

[starlemonbunki]

At the hospital rn so here are some headcanons of bsd men with cats

Chuuya:

- *cat meows* *he meows back*

- likes cats that are chubby

- if someone so much as says "heck" in front of his beautiful little baby he will go on a rampage

- "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAS BEEN SWEARING IN FRONT OF MY LITTLE GIRL"

- absolutely spoils the shit out of his cat

- BTW it's a black one with elegant green eyes and she's a total bitch but that's why he loves her

- same spoiled rich bitch energy

- they were made for each other

- he def rants about dazai to her

- idk abt a name yet but I'm thinking he'd name her something fancy like a type of wine or an author of an old book he likes or smth

- they look like they judge people together

- they absolutely do

- if you think ur safe no u are not

- she does not like dazai AT ALL

- whenever he sees her he tries to be friendly and even give her treats but she just hisses or ignores him

- *dazai enters chuuyas apartment (uninvited)* heya Eleanor!

Eleanor: *hisses*

Dazai: okay! :D

Dazai:

- ohhh dazai's cat would absolutely despise him

- it's not really his cat, it just kinda keeps coming back to him for food

- whenever he tries to be affectionate with it it just hisses or bites him

- but it still keeps coming back the next day

- hmmmm sounds like a certain someone

- he also gets the shittest cat foods ever

- "heyyyy I hope you like this new tuna I got ya!!! It's chocolate flavored :)"

- the cat will def vomit on his shoes

- it's happened more often than u think

- BTW it's an orange tabby that he likes cause it's mean and orange and reminds him of someone

- GEE I WONDER WHO

Fyodor:

- fyodor has the most spoiled snooty ass little Persian cat in the whole entire world

- it looks exactly like the ones you see in cartoons

- she's all white with pretty blue eyes and a nice little collar that costs like 10,000 in usd

- I can also see him with a cat like chuuyas, u know the ones villains in movies usually have

- tje black pointy slender ones

- you'd walk into his lair or smth and it's all dark and it's just him in his chair facing you and caressing the cat on his lap

- me next me next ME NEXT ME NE

- it also acts like his own personal spy, by lurking around his enemies (dazai) and finding out all sorts of dirt on them (his love for chuuya) and bringing them to fyodor for him to exploit (putting a hand on his forehead and eyes going "the gays are at it again")

Nikolai:

- your friendly neighborhood animal abuser😝

- u know that cat from the start of princess and the frog???

- the one that lottie had when she was a kid???

- yea it's like that

- bro torments the SHIT out of that poor kitty (mine next please please)

- he would come home and just throw it into the air as a greeting

- his ceiling is covered in cat scratches from every time he's done it

- atp he would just randomly go "Hey where nikolai junior???" Like he's Phineas and Ferb looking for perry meanwhile his poor tortured cat is hiding from him somewhere

- he would bring that thing everywhere

- airport, barbers, hospital, restaurant, PRISON

- "sir you can't have pets in here" "awww why not :((((" "because this is a correctional facility"

- he'd be with the gang😎 and sigma jus goes "nikolai....what's in your shirt???" And he's like wdym?? And sigma goes "it's...meowing?? What have you got in there???" And nikolai has to answer very carefully bc of all the times fyodor has told him NOT TO BRING HIS GODDAMN CAT INTO THEIR MEETINGS so he just smiles sweatily and says "drugs" which for him is honestly way more believable but fyodor just sighs

Anyway that's all I got for now wish me luck at the hoptal guys :DDD

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 66

Masterlist

Chapter 65

Brief content warning for allusions to casual frat bro brand homophobia (you'll know it when you read it).

------------King's Landing: the Red Keep---------

You sang a soft elven lullaby, effectively putting the children into a trance until they fell asleep just in time for their afternoon nap, even if they did not understand the words.

While this arrangement was a far cry from your last one- that one heavily involving you being tormented and assaulted against your will at the hands of the Rogue Prince- it didn't exactly change the fact that once again, you had become something of a prisoner in the Red Keep. While Aegon and Otto haven't explicitly stated that you were a prisoner, there was the unspoken fact that Aemma was on their opposing side, and if you didn't tow the line, you could very well end up being treated as a hostage, one to use over Aemma's head if to force her to renounce her loyalties to Rhaenyra. 

You honestly couldn't give a care who would ultimately sit the Iron Throne if a civil war were to break out. After everything you've been through, after the literal hell you've been subjected to at the hands of Daemon and his family, none of that meant anything to you anymore...but you had a feeling that it probably meant something to your daughter, as she was still part of this family.

Only time would tell.

You walk out of the nursery as the nursemaids came in to carry the children to their beds and tuck them for their nap. No doubt that once they wake, little Jaehaerys would be expecting the Lady Lark to sing to him.

Look, he's a cute kid and all, but he was starting to get a little too demanding with his singing requests and it's barely been three days since you were brought into service again. The cute factor was starting to wear thin, and it hasn't exactly been helped that his father had stopped by every now and again during the days and actively encourage you to play for his son, even if you had exceeded the number of songs you could go through in a day. Even a young Rhaenyra wasn't this demanding as this little boy, whom was presumed to be the heir to the Iron Throne.

You lean against the door, feeling you were at your wits end, and starting to hope Aemma was doing better at Dragonstone or wherever she was at this moment. You may have heard from word of mouth that a dragon that matches Cirillia's description was seen flying towards the North, making you assume Aemma may have gone in that direction. No one has deigned to tell what it could mean, but part of you remembered exactly what and who resided in the North. If Aemond was sent to Storm's End to broker a marriage between himself and one of Lord Baratheon's daughters, it was safe to assume Aemma was sent with similar intentions, by Rhaenyra, to broker a marriage with the current Warden of the North (you do have some vague memories of meeting the late Lord Stark when he was summoned to King's Landing to acknowledge Rhaenyra as Viserys' heir).

If that was indeed the case, you could only hope this Lord Stark wasn't as chauvinistic or emotionally constipated as you've made Aemond out to be.

Right on cue, you see a familiar figure approach you, a nervous and absentminded look on his face. "Ivan," you greet the half-elf, taking him by surprise. "Oh ah, Lady Lark, uh I mean (y/n), I mean-" "You can call me by my familiar name if you want," you assure the knight. "Alright then," Ivan nods, "when exactly did you get here?" "About three days ago," you tell him, "His Grace has appointed me personal troubaritz to his children...and he has appointed my brother as the new court jester." "Oh Seven Hells," Ivan mutters.

 "Are you okay, Ivan, you were a little jumpy back before," you point out. "I am as well as I can be, my lady," Ivan assures, "I just...a lot has happened recently and...it just feels so overwhelming." "I can understand that," you say with empathy, "so, I take it you are now sworn to protect the king and his family." "That is what the oath I swore to the Kingsguard dictates," Ivan confirms, "the king...or perhaps the queen..."

You look back and forth, knowing the walls might have ears, "you may want to take care what you say," you warn, "don't want anyone accusing you of treason." "I am well aware," Ivan huffs in frustration. "Ivan, what's wrong?" "Nothing is wrong!" Ivan exclaims, "I...I just, *sigh* forgive me, my lady. I need to tend to my duties."

You were taken aback as Ivan hastily departed from your presence. You wondered whatever was going on, the half-elf would be able to sort it out before it consumes him. Part of you wondered if it had to do with Ivan's clandestine trip the brothel the day you and Jaskier arrived at King's Landing, wondering if someone had caught Ivan and had possibly made threats to expose him...or if perhaps him keeping his elven blood secret for as long as he was starting to to get to him. It wasn't exactly a healthy thing having to suppress a natural part of one's identity for the sake of self-preservation. If one did it for too long, it would start to eat them from the inside out.

"What's going on with Ivan?" you hear Jaskier question as he approached. You look to see your brother was dressed up in the court jester ensemble, having to look the part as well as playing it. "I wish I knew," you say, "how about you? How are things going as the king's royal fool?"

"*sigh* I...I don't want to talk about it," Jaskier huffs. "That bad huh?" "Worse," Jaskier exasperates, "I don't just have to perform for His Royal Highness, I have to also perform for his...lickspittle fraternity knights. The way these BOYS behave, it's giving me traumatic flashbacks to when I came across similar sorts back at the Oxenfurt Academy. If I have to put up with another casual sword/sausage swallowing joke at my expense, I am going to lose it." "You haven't exactly kept it a secret that you do on occasion swallow swords," you point out. "That is different," Jaskier points out, "that was self-deprecating humor that IN NO WAY punched down on others more put upon than myself. Ugh, I swear, these people, I just...ugh!"

You sigh, understanding your brother's frustration, "hang in there, Julian," you try to assure, "We'll get out of this one way or another. I figure it doesn't take too much to entertain the king and his sycophants." "Oh no, not at all," Jaskier assures, "again, fraternity knight mentality, low brow humor that panders to the lowest common denominator is all it takes to bring the house down with this sort. Especially after they've consumed a copious amount of wine and mead to the point where they are belching their lungs out and passing out...I just really wish they wouldn't blow them at my face."

"Oh Julian, I am so sorry," you lean into Jaskier, giving him a comforting hug, "my big brother is really struggling right now, it seems." "You say that, but you don't really mean it," Jaskier deadpans, "what about you? How are you enjoying you new position as nanny?" "I'd enjoy it more if the heir to the Iron Throne wasn't demanding the same damn song a hundred times in a row," you deadpan back, "Even Laenor and Laena Velaryon weren't this demanding with the sea shanties."

"I don't suppose there is any chance Aemma will be able to get us out of this mess," Jaskier brings up, "or hey, why not try and figure out a way to send a message to Geralt to help us out...again." "*sigh* I don't think it will happen this time" you lament, "we're on our own for now, brother."

"*sigh* I was afraid of that," Jaskier sulks. "I'm just glad I'm not alone this time around," you say.

At that moment, you hear Aegon laughing with whom you assumed to be the fraternity bro knights as he walked down the corridor your way, making Jaskier stand straight. "If he asks, I'm not here!" your brother hastily flees in the other direction. 

You were about to call out to Jaskier, not wanting to deal with those lickspittles on your own, but to your somewhat relief, it was only Aegon. "Your Grace," you greet with a light curtsy. "Lady Lark," Aegon greets back, "I take it my children are taking their naps." "Yes, Your Grace," you confirm.

"Hmm," Aegon tilted his head lightly, "usually it takes a little longer for them to fall asleep at this time of day. Jaehaera especially. But it seems your siren's calls have a certain effect over her and her brothers." You steel yourself, not sure what Aegon was thinking of as he looked you up and down. You hadn't seen Aegon since he was still a baby. But a lot has changed in 16 years...and you still weren't sure what and who Aegon has grown up to be, all you knew was that the Hightowers made him king, that he married his younger sister and had children with her...and he had a strong penchant for excess cups of wine every now and then. 

"Will you walk with me, Lady Lark?" Aegon requests. Him being king,  you didn't exactly have much choice but to accept his request and follow, wondering what Aegon would have to ask of you.

-----------------Storm's End---------------

"I hope accommodations have been to your liking, my prince," Floris Baratheon says as she takes a seat next to Aemond, and though Aemond could not see the woman as she was sitting in his blind spot, the prince could sense she was doing her best to be as sultry as possible.

Aemond couldn't blame Floris, or any of her sisters for that matter, as they vied for his hand. To wed a prince would be considered the highest honor. On the far end of the dinning table sat Lord Borros Baratheon himself, looking towards the prince as he expectedly waited for Aemond to make his decision on which one of Borros' daughters he would wed.

Internally, Aemond wished it wouldn't have come to this. He had no desire to marry any of the Baratheon daughters, but it was expected of him. Otto had made it clear, they needed Borros' support, and seeing how ambitious and power hungry the Lord of Storm's End was rumored to be, securing an alliance in the form of a marriage pact was the best way to go about it. 

"Any of the four will do," Aemond's grandsire told him, "woo her and wed her, and Lord Borros will deliver the Stormlands for your brother..." Aemond had refused at first, making it clear he had no desire to wed any woman except for his cousin Aemma. "Princess Aemma is a traitor to the realm," Otto had pointed out, "she made that clear the day she fled King's Landing with the Princess Rhaenys. I showed leniency when I offered terms to your half-sister to broker a betrothal between you and her eldest stepdaughter. But so far, the princess Rhaenyra has given no answer...and now there have been whispers the traitor princess has sent ravens to the other Great Houses, to Riverrun, the Eyrie, Winterfell, and Storm's End. We can only assume Rhaenyra and her followers have made their choice and acted accordingly...now we must do the same." "Grandsire-" "You will fly to Storm's End," Otto spoke with finality and authority, "you will treat with Lord Borros and offer to broker a marriage pact between any of his daughters. End of conversation."

And when Aemond refused to budge from his stance and remain in his chambers in King's Landing, Alicent was the one who coaxed Aemond to make the flight to Storm's End, when she brought up that two dragons had been spotted flying towards the North...one of those dragons was confirmed to be Cirillia. 

Upon hearing those words, Aemond had to assume Rhaenyra had Aemma fly North with either Jace or Luke, most likely to broker a marriage pact with the Lord of  Winterfell. Aemond didn't even want to consider the remote possibility that Aemma would actually offer herself to Cregan Stark as a potential suitor...he refused to believe Aemma would willingly lay with any of those unrefined, Northern brutes, even if it would accomplish securing an alliance for whom she believed to be the true monarch of Westeros.  

No, Aemond thought to himself...Aemma would never be willing. It was all Rhaenyra's- and probably Daemon's- doing. Aemond remembered what Otto told him when he returned to King's Landing, what Daemon said in response to the offer to broker a marriage between Aemond and Aemma (though Otto used less crude words then what Daemon had responded with).

In some ways, it almost felt like history was repeating itself; Aemond professes his love for Aemma, to which Aemma agrees to wed him when the time was right...only for Daemon to interfere in some way and form plans to send Aemma off to wed someone else.

 The North is so far away...did Aemma inform either Daemon or Rhaenyra of hers and Aemond's dalliance the night before the coup? Was she sent to the North to wed Lord Stark as some kind of twisted way to get her as far away from Aemond as possible? It had to be, there was no other explanation.

Aemma wasn't like one of those women of the night from the Street of Silk. She is a princess and was a maiden when he laid with her the first time, she wouldn't give herself to any man except the one she loved (again, keeping in mind Aemond doesn't know about Aemma's Continental trysts during their six years apart). Sure, they weren't married when they laid together that night, but Aemma made it clear that she reciprocated Aemond's love and affection and had expressed a desire to wed him the morning after. It had been meant to be.

If only Aemma hadn't been led astray by Rhaenyra's poisonous influence that came between her and Aemond.

So here Aemond was now, at Storm's End, treating with Lord Borros Baratheon, who was more than happy to welcome Aemond into his home with feasts and tourneys and hunting parties, all with the expressed hope that Aemond would choose one of his daughters to wed and become part of the Royal Family.

With the knowledge of where Aemma likely was at this moment, Storm's End was the last place Aemond wanted to be. Internally, he desperately wanted to take Vhagar up North to catch up with Aemma and Cirillia, hopefully before they reached Winterfell, and drag Aemma back to King's Landing with hopes that maybe this time he could get Aemma to see reason. He didn't care if Aemma would be too stubborn to accept that Aegon is the true ruler, he would do whatever it took to keep Aemma at his side, even if he needed to confine her to her rooms and chain her to the bedpost until she accepted the truth of it all. She may not forgive him for that...but perhaps any anger she would hold would eventually be swayed when they married and Aemond would make good on his promise to take her to Toussaint afterwards. He would even suggest her mother and uncle and even the witcher come visit while they were there to sweeten the deal.

In the present, Aemond held a look of indifference as the Baratheon ladies continued to vie for his hand even after that the meal was concluded. He would need to choose a girl eventually. Aemond has already been here longer than was necessary, and he couldn't stall for much longer.

The prince was sorely tempted to just stop this charade altogether, put an end to this endless peacocking, tell Lord Borros to fuck off, and take Vhagar and fly North to reach Aemma and fight off whichever of her stepbrothers had accompanied her so as to break Rhaenyra's hold over her by professing his undying love for her. 

Instead, Aemond looked to the women. When the prince was first welcomed to Storm's End, Borros had been quick to introduce Aemond to the man's daughters. Cassandra is the eldest, though Borros insisted Floris was the prettiest of his daughters. There was also Maris, whom Borros recommended if Aemond wished for a clever wife. Aemond had internally scoffed at that; he could have found a pretty AND clever wife in Aemma. But Aemma was not here.

So, making eye contact with the Lord of Storm's End, Aemond informed the man he had decided he would choose to broker a marriage with his daughter Floris. Borros didn't seem all that surprised when Aemond made this announcement, probably figuring Floris' attractiveness and feminine wiles had already given her a leg up over the rest of her sisters.

At this point, storm clouds were gathering outside. Part of Aemond hoped Vhagar was fairing well outside, no doubt the old girl would be happy to return to King's Landing after this. The feeling was mutual for Aemond, but he was still held up by Borros, who was now trying to get Aemond to set a date for the wedding while also negotiating the dowry. Again, Aemond was sorely tempted to roll his eye, end this charade, and tell Borros to fuck off. But he held his tongue and allowed the man to continue with the negotiations. 

To Aemond's relief, one of the knights approached Borros, letting him know a messenger had just arrived...from Dragonstone. The messenger was let in, and Aemond saw exactly who it was...Lucerys Velaryon, also known as the Strong boy who took Aemond's eye back on Driftmark the night he claimed Vhagar.

Aemond kept a cool gaze, though he was internally seething. Yes, he was still furious at Luke for taking his eye and getting away with it...but he was also angry at Luke- or more specifically at that bastard's mother- for taking Aemma away from him, for leading her astray, for making her turn traitor and making her turn down a marriage prospect with him in favor of sending her North to woo and wed Lord Stark instead.

Since Aemond couldn't direct that particular rage and hatred at his half sister...he would instead target that  same hatred at his eye-taking bastard nephew.

-------Winterfell-----------

It was the Hour of the Wolf.

Aemma was sound asleep beneath the furs in her guest chambers when she felt herself drift into the dream realm. When she opened her eyes, the princess found herself in a place between space and time.

Realizing what was going on, Aemma was quick to look around, expecting Ciri would be present to speak to her as they have done once before. She had some hopes that perhaps Ciri would inform her of the vision she saw that concerned Aemond and what he was fixing to do in the near future.

"Ciri?" Aemma calls out. No answer. Aemma searched in all directions, hoping the person she was looking for was present.

"Ciri?!"

"Caedmill, Silverlark," a familiar male  voice finally catches Aemma's attention. Aemma jumped lightly, turning to face the elven sage. "You," Aemma's expression turns sour when she made eye contact with Avallac'h, "where is Ciri?" "You need not worry for Zireael," Avallac'h assures, keeping a stoic appearance, "for a change of pace, I have taken it upon myself to open the connection between us while she keeps watch for the Red Riders."

"How nice of you," Aemma deadpans, sensing this might be Avallac'h's way of keeping Ciri from speaking to Aemma concerning that vision she had about Aemond.

Avallac'h in response maintained his stoic appearance, one that Aemma could not decipher. "I know we share a mutual acquiescence in Ciri," the elf speaks, "but I do not believe we have properly been introduced." "Is that really necessary?" Aemma huffs. "It is," Avallac'h insists, "my name is Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha, but for the sake of simplicity, I go by the alias-" "Avallac'h," Aemma finishes, "a sage of the Aen Elle. I know." 

"More than a sage," Avallac'h corrects, "I am what the Aen Elle refer to as Aen Saevherne, a Knowing One." "Well then," Aemma says, "what things does a Knowing One know of, if I may ask?" "Many things," Avallac'h simply states, "none of which concerns you at the moment, save for what is relevant to our present objective." "Does that include the vision Ciri saw of the man of love?" Aemma challenges, "do you consider that irrelevant to me? Or is it irrelevant to our current objective?"

 "Have you reached the Wall yet?" Avallac'h asks as if he didn't even hear what Aemma just asked.

"No," Aemma shakes her head, clearly frustrated that the elf just blatantly ignored her, "I am at Winterfell right now. I was sent to treat with the Warden of the North to broker a betrothal with him."

"I see..." Avallac'h mutters, before addressing Aemma directly, "time functions differently in this space then it does in your world or in mine. There is no way of telling when Cirilla and I will reach the same location. You must not delay, Silverlark. I would urgently insist you continue your journey up North without further delay."

"Urgently insist," Aemma repeats, still thinking back to her last vision, how quick Avallac'h was to end the connection and the way he practically banished Ciri from that dream before she could say anything more. "...did you say similar things to Ciri in Tir na Lia?" Aemma brings up, "prior to forcing her to share a bed with your king?" 

"You don't trust me," Avallac'h states, to which Aemma scoffed at the look of offense the elf held on his countenance. "You have given me no reason to," Aemma points out, anger in her eyes, "I've seen what you did to Ciri in my visions. How you held her prisoner, refusing to let her go UNTIL she bore a child with the late king Auberon." "I did NOT hold her prisoner," Avallac'h insists, doing his best to conceal his frustration with Aemma, "I would advise to not let your emotions get in the way of seeing reason. What happened with Zireael and my king was nothing like what your mother was subjected to at the hands of your father."

 "What I saw in my vision said otherwise," Aemma scoffs, "Ciri was put in a position where she couldn't refuse, same as my mother." "We made a deal," Avalllac'h explained, "Ciri was meant to pay the debt that was owed to the Aen Elle, courtesy of her descendant, Cregennan of Lod. Only once that debt was paid, would Ciri have been allowed to leave." 

Aemma saw a flashback to this Cregennan and Lara Dorren, the way the two met and fell in love, the tragedy that befell them, and the child Lara bore before her untimely passing.

"I take it you saw a vision of Cregennan and Lara Dorren just now," Avallac'h states, bringing Aemma's attention back to him. "You saw?" "Only bits and pieces," the elf admits, "though I did not have to look with your gift, for I was there when it happened. As you can see, it was not pleasant for both parties involved. The Aen Elle lost...a rare jewel that day, along with the Elder Blood...which to my surprise was somehow passed to you by way of Zireael that day in Kaer Morhen." 

"You sound surprised," Aemma states. "More or less," Avallac'h reluctantly admits, taking a good look at the princess, "As Aen Saevherne,  I have the ability to look into the past AND the future, see many possible different outcomes...but I could never have foreseen what would become of Larra Dorren's gift how it was...mutated, made more perverse than it already was when it was passed to the d'hoine."

"Fuck you too," Aemma sneers, "I never asked to possess your fucking Elder Blood, and as far as I'm concerned, it's been more trouble than it's worth."

"I would advise you say your next words carefully, Silverlark," Avallac'h warns, expression tottering on the side of dangerous. "Pfft, or what?" Aemma scoffs, growing impatient with the elf's arrogance, "you think you know so much, but you clearly don't know everything if YOU couldn't predict that Ciri was capable of passing her gift onto someone else. You can't even predict WHEN you and Ciri are to reach the Wall. Sounds to me that The Knowing One doesn't know so much after all. Must be bitter medicine to swallow if you can't hold such a high honor over those you deem inferior."

Avallac'h charged at Aemma, fast as lightening, catching her off guard as he harshly grabbed her face, pulling her close enough for her to see anger and rage simmering in his grey eyes, "your human emotions are trying my patience," he speaks in a dangerous, low tone, "you speak of things you know nothing of. You know not of what was lost to the Aen Elle, to ME, the day Lara Dorren left this world. You know not of things that are to come, save for what you and Ciri have seen together...you know nothing of how this world will someday be destroyed by the coming of the White Frost."

Aemma struggled to pull herself out of the elf's grasp. "When I caught wind of the mysterious Targaryen princess, what she held inside her essence, I was enraged, I saw it as an affront to Lara's memory," Avallac'h continues, "I had formed plans to find this princess of inbred ancestry...and end her life before her gift would finally come to fruition." 

Aemma stopped, a look of terror shown on her face as the elf kept his gaze, a brief flash of the past coming to her to reveal when Ciri challenged Avallac'h the morning after her first night with Auberon, claiming that the deal was done since she laid with the Alder king even though he had done nothing, only for Avallac'h to threaten her and accuse her of defiling Lara Dorren's name by acting the way she was- less like her elven matriarch and more like her human patriarch.

 "The only reason I did not follow through was because of Ciri," the elf spoke, a little more calmly this time, "She was the one who made the case that with the proper training, you could hone the mutated Elder gene within you. She made the case that together, you and her could work together to stop the White Frost before it destroys this world and all the others."

Finally, Avallac'h loosened his grip, allowing Aemma to shove him away. "So...the only reason you spared me at all was because I could potentially be useful to you," Aemma realizes, "if this is your way of trying to get me to trust you, you're doing a bad job at that."

"Believe whatever you wish," Avallac'h says, acting as if he didn't just threaten her not more then mere moments ago, "it will not change the fact that if we do not reach the Wall before Eredin does, it could well have potential dire consequences." "...are you referring to the Dance that is to come?" "I am referring to more than that," Avallac'h shakes his head, "I am looking at the bigger picture, beyond the coming Dance of Dragons. Are you willing to do the same, Silverlark? To look beyond your family's squabbles and aid Ciri and myself to save this world and mine as well as the many other worlds that have not yet fallen victim to the bitter cold of the White Frost?" 

"I don't even know what the White Frost is," Aemma huffs, "you haven't even told me anything about it." Avallac'h made an abrupt glance to another direction, as if he heard someone or something coming towards them, "in due time," the elf said, "but for now, we have run out of time. You must do what you came to make the journey further North. If not for me, or for the world, then do it for Ciri."

---------------------

Aemma woke with a gasp, eyes wide as she sat upright on the bed. She quickly looked around, sighing in relief when she realized she was still in Winterfell.

Part of her was going back to her vision, what almost transpired with Avallac'h, how quick the elf took offense to the point where he essentially threatened her with bodily harm (though Aemma wondered if that was remotely possible to something like that in a dream state when her physical form was separated)...when he brought up the fact that at one point he had planned to seek her out so as to eliminate her as one would the blight. It was clear the elven sage saw her as useful for now, but before that he had seen her as an abomination, and one that needed to be destroyed so as to preserve the sacred memory of the woman he once loved before losing her to another. 

Despite their conversation, Aemma still had no reason to trust Avallac'h, even if he was fighting on the opposing side as Eredin and the Wild Hunt...but she trusted Ciri. And if the world truly was in danger because of this so called White Frost that was supposed to plague this world soon, and if Aemma and Ciri were the only hope of preventing this impending apocalypse, then she would need to put aside whatever uneasy feelings she had for Avallac'h for the time being.

On that cue, the door opened, and Sara walked in, "Oh! My Princess!" the woman exclaims, "thank the gods." "Sara?" "You are awake," Sara says with relief, as she approached Aemma, "we were all starting to worry." "Awake? I don't understand," Aemma frowns a bit, "Why was everyone worried-" "You don't know?" Sara frowned back, "Princess...you were asleep for three days."

"Three days?!" Aemma's eyes widen. Looks like her conversation with Avallac'h was longer than she anticipated. The elf did say time functioned differently in that place between space and time.

"Where...what of Jaecerys?" "He is well," Sara assures, "At least from what I heard." "...what do you mean?" "He...the prince was worried for you when...when you refused to wake," Sara explains, "and...he made it explicitly clear that you were to be well cared for if and when you awake...before him and my lord brother returned."  "Returned? From where?" "The Wall," Sara answers, "something has come up there that required my brother's presence. Prince Jaecerys accompanied him on his journey."

Eyes wide, Aemma hastily began to move about the room, "princess?" Sara tries to stop Aemma, "princess you shouldn't exert yourself right now!" "I need to get to the Wall," Aemma insists, hastily gathering her sword and anything else she might need for the journey. "Princess?"

Aemma ignored Sara and kept hastily rushed to the divider to change out of her nightgown, but Sara stopped her, "princess, what is the meaning of this? Why this sudden need to go to the Wall?" Aemma saw the way Sara looked at her, thinking the princess had gone mad. "I...I don't know how to explain it in a way that wouldn't presume you to think me mad then you might already," Aemma admits, "but...I had a vision in my sleep. Something is going to happen there in the near future. I don't know when but it will occur when our brothers are present there. And...I could not foresee their fate..."

Sara's eyes widen, realizing Aemma may have indeed seen the future. "If that is the case..." Aemma gave Sara a surprised look. "I don't know if I should indulge in this madness," the Snow woman admits, "but if what you saw was the future...we should get you prepared then."

Aemma sighed, realizing Sara didn't think her as mad as anticipated. "The boys will already have three days ahead of you if you are to make it on horseback." "I can catch up to them on my dragon," Aemma points out. "Easier said then done, princess" Sara points out, "a late summer snow storm is approaching from further North. I'm not sure what experience your dragon has with snow storms, even light ones such as what is coming."

Aemma sighed, knowing that even though she has experience with snowy weather, Cirillia has never had to brave such obstacles before. As urgent as this all was, she couldn't put her dragon in that kind of position just yet. Sara had a point...Aemma would need to go on horseback. Cirillia could still follow though.

Aemma nods and goes behind the divider to change her clothes.

After a quick breaking of her fast, and quickly packing whatever provisions she would need, Aemma was escorted to the stables and mounted the horse offered to her. "May the Old gods watch over you," Sara bids as farewell. "May Destiny be in our favor," Aemma says back before she guides the horse towards the road to the Wall. 

As expected, Cirillia saw Aemma depart from Winterfell, and the she-dragon followed suit. And as expected, as the snow started to fall as Aemma rode further North, the dragon began to slow down- almost to the point where the she-dragon was grounded- not appreciating how much colder it was getting compared to being in Winterfell.

Aemma prayed to the gods- the Old gods specifically- that this was not an omen of the impending arrival of the Wild Hunt.

---------------King's Landing------------------

 You stood in anticipation and some trepidation as Aegon led you to the solar in his new chambers, having you take a seat while he went to pour himself some wine. 

"I realize I had...not express an apology for the night of our first encounter, Your Grace," you bring up. "Think nothing of it, my Lady," Aegon says with an amused smile, "it's all in the past. I have completely forgotten it. I have no regrets for any decisions I've made concerning you. You seem to be good for my children, Jaehaerys especially. He adores you." "Yes, I...suppose he does," you say, still trying to decipher why Aegon wanted to talk with you in the first place.

You look to see the model of Valyria was there still intact, the same model you've seen Viserys work on every so often whenever you would bring Aemma here to visit him. You had some memories of when Viserys would take Aemma from your arms and sit her on his knee, telling her stories that had survived the Doom and been passed down from their ancestors.

Aegon took notice of the way you stared at the model, "you recognize that?" he asks. "I do, Your Grace," you confirm, looking around, "...I uh, I used to come in here every so often with Aemma, whenever the late King Viserys wished to spend time with his niece."

You took note of the way Aegon's mood turned sour at that statement. He took a considerable gulp of wine in response. "I have yet to decide if I want to keep this in place or not," he admits, taking you by surprise, "Part of me has half a mind to just crush it all into dust."

"I imagined you have some fond memories of this," you say, rather presumably, "I remember your father being borderline obsessed with this passion project of his, to recreate a scale model of Old Valyria to as close to accurate as what the real thing was like before the Doom." "Pfft, my father never bothered to show me any of this," Aegon scoffs, "he never cared for anyone in his family except for Rhaenyra...and Daemon to a certain extent." 

Now that took you by surprise even more, "I...I have some trouble believing that, if I'm being honest." "Really?" Aegon scoffed again, taking a smaller gulp of wine this time, "you never noticed how...father fawned over Rhaenyra? Never having bothered to show even an ounce of affection for the rest of us? Nothing I've ever did was good enough for that man. He had 20 years to name me heir, and of course he would change his mind right when he was at death's door. I know deep down...he never liked me." 

You frown a bit at that cryptic statement, "I didn't know it was like that," you admit, "forgive me, Your Grace." "You seemed to be under the impression he actually care for me," Aegon notes. "Well, it has been 16 years," you point out, "I'm certain a lot has changed in that time...but from what I have seen, it wasn't always like that." Aegon raised an eyebrow at that particular statement.

"It's just... I remember when your father invited Aemma and myself  to King's Landing for your second nameday," you further explain, "I remember when we arrived at the kingswood, how Viserys held you up in his arms for all the lords and ladies to see. How everyone sang your praises. 'Aegon, Second of His Name on his second nameday. It was a joyous occasion for all who attended." 

Aegon pondered that memory of yours. He, of course, had no memory of that day, so he would just have to take your word on it. You've given him no reason so far to lie to him, despite being the mother of a traitor. 

"You are right on one matter," he says, "a lot had changed since last you were here. I have...no memories of my father showing that kind of love and affection for me as I grew into a man. And mother...well, I suppose she has her own way of...expressing her love for her children."

Again, you were taken by surprise. In some ways you kind of expected Alicent to be a little standoffish in the way she raised her children, given she was practically a child herself when she first became a mother. But to hear how much Viserys neglected the rest of his children, save for the child by his first wife...

"Mother tells me you have been through much," Aegon changes the subject, taking you away from your current train of thought, "she told me that...you did not abandon your daughter of your own volition as...some people in this keep would believe." Conveniently not mentioning that Aegon WAS one of those people, and also leaving out that he had some choice words in the past to describe you that he blatantly said to Aemma's face that resulted in her pulling him by the hair and punching him in the face. 

"You loved Aemma?" "...she was my child, your Grace," you point out, "I carried her, I gave birth to her, and I never regretted it. I love her very much."

Aegon was silent for brief moment; there was nothing in your eyes to suggest there was nothing genuine in your statement, "Let me be the first to say express how sorry I am for your loss. Must not be the easiest thing in the world for a mother to be forcibly separated from her child and miss out on watching her grow into a woman." 

"Thank you, your Grace." "Please call me by my name," Aegon insists, which surprised you even further. What kind of game was Aegon playing? It wasn't quite like the games Daemon played when he first brought you to court, you didn't exactly have any reason to believe Aegon saw you in that way...but it didn't exactly make you feel any less unsettled. What things have happened in the last 16 years that Aemma had yet to disclose to you when she was growing up? "...if that is what you wish...Aegon."

You could've sworn you saw Aegon smile when you said his name, part of him entertaining what the past could've looked like had you remained in the Red Keep, if you stayed here and raised Aemma...would some of that motherly affection have been given to him when he was growing up?

"Since we are being so familiar with each other," you bring up, "I must confess I was a little surprised you had married your sister Helaena. Last I was here, I was under the impression a betrothal had been brokered between you and my daughter."

Aegon felt himself go pale at that question. What was he to say to that? That his mother called off the betrothal because of that incident? That the reason said incident was incited at all was because of those unsavory words he said to Aemma concerning her mother? Words that made her mother out to be some kind of mutant loving whore that will spread her legs for any man that will have her?

As if the gods had actually sought to take Aegon out of this situation, a dragon's roar reverberated across the skies of King's Landing. Hearing said dragon, Aegon rushed over to the window. It didn't take much effort to realize it was Vhagar returning from Storm's End...along with her rider.

"I'll have to tell you of that story later," Aegon says, relief that he had an excuse, and hoping you would forget his promise on that, "right now, I have to greet my brother and and ensure our alliance with the House Baratheon has been secured."

While Aegon walked out, you look outside to see Vhagar circling the sky several times as she made her descent to the ground.

You didn't know why...but you felt a sense of foreboding from the way the old dragon roared in the sky. It sounded like she was mourning...regretful even, if dragons were even capable of expressing that kind of emotion.

Something in your gut was telling you something bad was going to happen...if it hasn't happened already.

Chapter 67

[bratphilia]

Game! Ship your mutuals with someone YOU think they match 🤭

okay bye im so sorry if i forgot anyone i tried to include everyone i possibly could

@dilfity obviously william afton but specifically steve raglan idk. he's a creep which u and i both LOVE and we're just going to ignore the fact that he's a manipulative asshole (bc i know you can outsmart those guys easily) even tho its v hard to ignore uhm!!! yeah. he doesnt deserve you tbhhhh but the power of dilfism compels you

@woodsypup listen i know you're an afton fucker but here me out okay bb? MIKE. he loves your feminine touch to everything, but with the hint of darkness that you bring to it. he finds it sooooo sexy actually and you have him so whipped to the point where he looks up how to do hairstyles with bows

@gilfhub post!di leon but as your grandpa. enough said. it's what you deserve cherry berry. he spoils tf out of you!! brings you back an expensive gift from san francisco, maybe some jewelry topped off with a my melody plushie!!

@wherenymphsroam hey new moot uhm this is my chance to say i love you and your work so hey have og re4!leon!! i love him and his fucked uppery and i present you with a traumatized, restless, puppy dog baby boy.

@iwantyouinacage vendetta!leon bc.. dilfism is just too strong. maybe he kidnaps you after stalking you for months as a way to confess his love to you, except you're not going to leave him even if you choose the wrong answer <3 love you ami-bear!!

@ghoulsgraveyard stu fucking macher as your step bro. yes yes the taboo-ness of your relationship makes it well taboo but like hear me out. he does all the disgusting tormenting shit we've talked about in my server as a way to win your affection bc my poor boy is absolutely rizzless when it comes to you :( only cares about you and billy thats it.

@d10nyx re4 remake!leon + ada!! you wrote ada so fucking well that i literally think about that fic every time we interact with each other my god. the two of them love spoiling you with gifts, souvenirs from their missions, and spooning you in bed!! it's the cutest thing ever actually and i wish the three of you sooo well

@minaslilblog you're going to hate me LMAOOO but silver eyes series!william afton. not dave miller but before he went under the alias n shit so hey you get plus size william which is literally my dream. i'm handing it to you bc i trust you. don't fuck it up, okay? (lovingly)

@kissingrhi roman mf roy. enough said. he's your short, pocket sized king. he loves it when you wear heels, unable to keep his eyes off your feet actually, because all he can think about is them on top of his face while you make him lick your shoes, or ride them, or you taking them off and throwing them at him. also you're literally his pride and joy, his favorite person even though he'll never admit it

[blehcupidd]

One in the Same

Chapter Two

Wilbur Soot x f!reader

Summary: You and your streamer friend react to thirst traps, but on of them sticks out

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, correct british terminology (I am british), grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), Gnomeo and Juliet vibes, incorrect music terminology, other peoples music used for readers band, battle of the bands au

A/N: ty for the likes a reblogs last chapter <3 also this chapter is based off of this stream/video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwv4tWbzkSE&t=54s 

just realised it’s 12:30 am and i realised i didn’t add this to the series master list sorry i posted it yesterday afternoon

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A week or so later, ‘Cupid Records’ had replied to your submission for your band to perform in their battle of the bands. A simple text to the other band members got the creativity flowing. ‘we’re in!!!’.

For the remainder of the week, you didn't have practice. This left you to your own devices. Not having very many friends outside of your band, but this didn't apply online.

You didn't have your own following, you had an Instagram account with ten followers on private. Granted, not a good idea if you wanted your band to gain popularity. Your reasoning was the band's Instagram had more of a following. Sending a quick text to your internet famous friend, saying that you were bored, he replied with a ‘wanna come over and join my stream?’. Who were you, a bored individual on a Thursday afternoon, to refuse a fun offer?

Arriving on your friend's doorstep, you can already hear the shouting from inside. After knocking you can hear him utter a ‘one-second chat.’. Opening the door he is met with a bright smile on your face, accompanied by a cold pink glow of it. “James!” in return your brown-haired friend said your name in the same tone.

Walking into the camera, you could see all of James’ viewers wondering what was happening. “Chat, as you may see, we have a guest. Not only does she not know what we will be doing today, but she is also joining in!” Chat erupted into happiness whilst your face went into confusion. You cautiously sit down in the provided chair, “I need to do the intro, so we will all find out together what we are doing.”

“I asked my audience to send over the worst thirst traps they've seen recently,” you couldn't keep the surprised look off of your face, making chat and James laugh as he continued the intro. “And they didn’t disappoint, I am horrified. However, I am more horrified by the fact that you are not subscribed. I want a million subscribers. Do it now!” He then motioned towards you, “This is also our special guest today, and we will be tormenting her as a team. Now let's get right into the cringe.”

The first video was a duet of an older man with a younger boy, “That's you in like three years.” You pointed to the more unattractive guy in the video. This just caused James to look at you in shock, slowly morphing into realisation.

“You’re not wrong.”

You started reading out the title card of the next thirst trap, “Some of the finest animated men in my opinion. Im excited.”

“Okay, dude.” James sighed, leaning back in his chair as Flynn Rider came onto the screen. You then looked at James with a smug look, as if you were saying ‘See,’. “I get it.” He gave in.

As that video went on there were some agreements and disagreements, leading the two of you onto the next video. That being a built guy in a pool, in his underwear. This gained a shocked look from you and a disgusted one from James. “Not the tighty whities bro!”

“No one should wear tighty whities anywhere, especially a pool.” Your statement sounded as if it was a question. Which it was, debating on whether you would still be friends with James after this.

The next video was one of James and your other friend WillNE.

‘Where’s your head at at’ James said in the video, then showing a clip of Will about to laugh, then cutting back to James. 

“This right here,” James showcased his hairline in the video. “Is a problem.”

“That's why I said that bald guy was you.”

‘I got bitches on my dick every day.’ Started playing to a video of someone dressed as Red Guy from Dont Hug Me, Im Scared on a pole, doing some impressive moves.

The next video caught your attention, ‘All I see is red, ah’ started playing ‘She said fuck me like I'm famous, I said ok.’ Whilst Slow Down was playing, you couldn't help but laugh and poke fun at James, talking about his song ‘Slow Down’. “I've seen these so much!”

“Your smile says you like them.”

Tuning into the video at hand, you saw an edit of a taller man, looking angsty. This was probably the first video that you liked, the song choice obviously. The handsome guy on the screen also played a key into that. Your internal gawking was also external, making James and Chat tease you.

“I know him, so…” Your face flushed, not able to blame it on the cold weather anymore, and your eyes widened.

“Is he gonna watch this?”

[a-smol-cosplayer]

Okay here are more!! These are literally almost every ship friendly - wyler, wenclair, wavier, enid/ajax (what it their ship name?) ect plus just general friendship gang stuff :) enjoy 

//

Wednesday: We have no idea how many stars there are.

Ajax: I think there are 7.

Wednesday: …No there are more than 7.

Enid: You just said we have no idea.

Wednesday: We know there are more than 7.

Enid: Well apparently you’re a liar so I’m even more convinced it’s 7.

Ajax: exactly.

/ 

Tyler: So you're a thief.

Thing: I like to call myself a specialist in complicated acquisitions.

\

Enid: Wednesday, if I was the last girl on earth would you date me?

Wednesday: (confused) If you were the last girl on earth..

Wednesday: then I wouldn't exist??

Enid (internally): Is she not interested or am I just bad at this??

\

Bianca: you need a hobby.

Xavier: i have a hobby.

Bianca: staring at Wednesdays face isn’t a hobby.

Xavier: you’re right. it’s a profession and i excel at my job.

/

Wednesday: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Enid: You are my reward. 

*meanwhile* 

Tyler: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. 

Wednesday: True, you can be a really annoying sometimes.

\

Xavier: My brother says I'm a catch.

Bianca: Well, if I caught you, I'd throw you back into the ocean.

/

Wednesday: LOOK, I APPRECIATE YOU COMING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE TO SEE ME, BUT I'M KIND OF IN THE MIDDLE OF SOLVING A MYSTERY. CAN WE DO THIS ANOTHER TIME? 

Bianca:

Bianca: Are you seriously asking to reschedule a kidnapping right now 

\

Ajax: When I was little, I wanted Spider Man powers, so I found a spider and let it bite me.

Ajax: Later that day my parents took me to a doctor and I got diagnosed with ADHD.

Ajax: For years I was afraid that getting bitten by the spider, instead of giving me super powers, had given me ADHD.

/

*Tyler, wearing a blazer*

Tyler: Hey, Enid. Do you think I'm overdressed?

Enid: Depends on the activity. For a doctors appointment, yes.

Enid: If you're going to a casino, I'd add sequins.

*Tyler, returning in a tshirt and a cap*

Tyler: Too casual?

Enid: For an audience with the queen, yes.

Enid: For an evening of passing a bottle of fortified wine around a flaming trash can, you look great!

\

Wednesday: Why are you on the floor?

Tyler: I'm depressed.

Wednesday: Oh.

Tyler: Also, I was stabbed. Can you call an ambulance please?

/

Enid: Quick, take my hand!

Wednesday, grabbing his hand: Now what?

Enid: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands.

\

Ajax: Bro, do you lift?

Xavier: Yeah dude, how did you know?

Ajax: Because you lift my heart whenever you're around.

Xavier: Bro.

Ajax: Bro.

/

Enid: Don't worry, no one else is gonna ask Wednesday out! You have all the time you need

Tyler: How do you know?

Enid: Because Wednesday is terrifying

\

Enid, about Tyler: He's covered in blood again. Why is it that he's always covered in blood?  

Wednesday: Well, it looks like it's his own blood this time.  

/

Bianca and Yoko: *pushing Wednesday and Enid under mistletoe*

Bianca: Oh, I guess you two are going to have to kiss now, that’ll be awkward!

Enid and Wednesday: *kissing casually*

Yoko: That was way too casual.

Bianca: Yeah…

Enid: Oh, did we forget to tell you? We’ve been dating for two months now.

\

Wednesday: Everything’s fine.

Enid: Wednesday, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

/

Bianca: what’s it like dating Wednesday?

Xavier: once I asked for water while she was pissed at me. she brought me a cup of ice, looked me dead in the eye and said “wait.”

Bianca: I see.

\

Enid: Hey, Tyler, can you help me carry this box?

Tyler: *Carrying the box effortlessly* Nothing is heavier than the weight of my internal torment.

Enid: I’m impressed but also concerned.

/

Enid: is something burning?

Ajax: just my love for you

Enid: Ajax, the toaster is on fire

\

Wednesday: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Enid: That doesn't narrow it down.

/

Xavier, to Bianca: Can you believe some people see Wednesday and aren’t immediately filled with absolute unconditional love for her?

Xavier: They don’t even get the urge to kiss her right there.

Xavier: That’s incomprehensible to me.

Bianca, drinking her third shot of whiskey: Yeah, we got it like 3 hours ago, Xavier.

\

Tyler: the moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it?

Enid: hm.. but do you know what’s more beautiful?

Tyler and Enid in unison: Wednesday.

/

Yoko narrating: This is Wednesday. Wednesday loves his personal space.

Yoko: This is Enid. Enid also loves Wednesday’s personal space.

\

Wednesday: I love murder mysteries.

Tyler, trying to impress her: I've been a suspect in four murder cases!

/

Xavier: Two years ago, I married my best friend.  

Xavier: Enid and Wednesday are still mad about it, but me and Ajax were drunk and thought it was funny.

\

Wednesday: when I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? 

Bianca: what?

Wednesday: I wanna be on buzzfeed unsolved.

Bianca: can we go back the part where you said "when I get murdered"?

/

Wednesday: What the fuck is wrong with you??  

Tyler: What? No good morning?  

Wednesday: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you?? 

\

Ajax: are these brownies…special?

Enid: they are

[later]

Ajax: i don't feel anything, are you sure there's weed in the brownies?

Enid: they are special because i made them with love, you little shit 

/

Wednesday: You kill people for money?!

Tyler: I can explain!

Wednesday: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump?!

\

Bianca, holding up an antique bottle: Do you think this is whiskey or perfume? 

Ajax: *Grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Ajax:

Ajax: Definitely perfume

/

Wednesday: I'm starting to reach the point at which even I don't know if I'm sarcastic or not.

\

Enid: Don’t climb on the table! It’s unstable.

Yoko: I'm unstable too it's gonna cancel out. Pemdas.

Enid:

Enid: THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS. 

/

Wednesday: i didn’t mean to offend you.. but it was a huge plus.

Xavier: isn’t your dad a literal murderer?

Wednesday: what? are you upset that my dad spent eight years looking for me while yours doesn't even know you exist?

Xavier:

Enid:

the whole room: 

\

Tyler: You use sarcasm to distance yourself from people. 

Wednesday: And yet, you’re still here.     

/

Wednesday:

Tyler:

Wednesday:

Tyler: ur talking mad shit for someone in kissing distance.

\

Enid: FLIRT BACK GODDAMNIT

Wednesday: HOW

/

Yoko: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you? 

\

Enid: You need to be nicer to people.

Wednesday: I am nice.

Enid: You just threatened to stab someone.

Wednesday: And I think it was pretty nice of me to give them a warning.

/

Enid: Did it hurt when you fell- 

Tyler: From heaven? Hate to break it to you Enid but im in love with wednesday—

Enid: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. 

Tyler: ... 

Enid: You just laid there for 15 minutes

\

Wednesday: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.  

Tyler:…

Xavier:…

Enid:…

/

Wednesday: I went B and E without you.

Thing, offended: You went to a bed and breakfast without me?

Wednesday: No, B and E--breaking and entering.

Thing, even more offended: WITHOUT ME?!

\

Xavier, throwing a coin into a fountain: I wish for world peace.

Wednesday, glaring as they throw one in too: I wish for world war.

/

Wednesday: Can you perform under pressure?

Xavier: No but I could take a stab at ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

\

Enid: You call yourself my friend, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Tyler: Making four accounts.

Enid, tearing up: Really...?

/

*at a restaurant* 

Enid: I’ll have the chef’s salad 

Ajax: *whispering* Babe that’s so rude, just order your own 

\

Bianca: Ah shit, I forgot.

Xavier: Forgot what?

Bianca: How do you expect me to answer that?

/

Eugene: *visibly upset* 

Enid: Eugene, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

\

Wednesday: Tyler, keep an eye on Xavier today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see Xavier get punched.

Wednesday: Try again.

Tyler: I will stop Xavier from getting punched.

/

Enid: This is such a bad idea.

Tyler: Then why are you coming along?

Enid: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

\

Bianca: What scares you the most?

Enid: Ghost.

Tyler: Loosing Wednesday.

Wednesday: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Xavier:

Bianca:

Enid:

Ajax: Wednesday. I'm scared of Wednesday.

/

Wednesday tending to Tylers scratches: how would you rate your pain?

Tyler: zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

\

Wednesday: my mother taught me to think before i act.

Wednesday: …so if i smack the shit out of you, rest assured that i thought about it and am confident in my decision.

/

Xavier: Wednesday loves me. She just doesnt care for my general happiness or self-esteem.

\

Ajax: thank you, nature, for pre-slicing oranges for us. You didnt have to and you did anyway and that was cool of you

/

Wednesday: …enid, what are you doing?

Enid, standing on the couch: i live here too, y’know. i can stand wherever i want, thank you very much.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday:

Wednesday *sighing*: where’s the spider?

Enid: under the table.

\

Tyler: Why are you late?

Wednesday: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Tyler: You overslept?

Wednesday: I overslept.

/

Wednesday: *angrily presses Tyler against a wall* WHO IS YOUR MASTER?!

Tyler: ...

Tyler: Are we about to kiss-

\

[ After directly disobeying the principles orders ]

Wednesday: Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?

Wednesday, as Weems: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Weems, appearing from behind Wednesday: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Wednesday: I conjured her.

/

Wednesday: were you dropped on your head as a child? 

Tyler: bold of you to assume I was even held

Wednesday: 

Tyler: 

Enid: 

Enid: Tyler, we’ve talked about this 

\\

Mkay thats it!! Y’all are eating these up and I enjoy making them so if u want more pls ask I will do so with the slightest excuse. 

[honestlyyoungtyphoon]

Sorry I hope this ask is okay but. I've been looking through your sadistic beauty posts because I am also a minho stan, and I had some thoughts which are kind of rambly. Firstly, I think that Duna *is* happy and loved, which is what makes me so fucking mad. She's a manipulative rapist and just so fucking awful, so why does she get a happy ending while Minho is turned into a sex slave? Literally keeps me up at night 1/

Secondly, people don’t really say a lot about Haesol and I think he was cute and likable UNTIL he met Minho and was like “you just can’t keep her satisfied sexually :)” while she was literally raping Minho every damn day. And then that scene where he sticks out his tongue while he fucks Duna in front of Minho while Minho is sobbing and pleading with her… Psychopath behavior. I know Haesol probably has an impression of Minho as an obsessive, violent, and abusive ex-boyfriend who deserves to be hurt but he literally has no idea the trauma Minho has gone through, and inflicted on him by the girl Haesol loves even! And yet he’s so obsessed with her that he’d probably excuse it even if he found out. Anyway, Haesol was like, one of the least hateable characters in the manhwa until that point and now I hate his guts but I do feel kind of bad about it 2/2

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

TW: r*pe, alc*hol, sm*king, ab*use

Duna isn't happy. A happy person doesn't drink and smoke like that. She's still a sad pathetic sack, unable to commit to the person that claims to "love" her cause subconsciously she's still not over Minho. 117 chapters still failed to give her any ounce character growth. Did she face any legal consequences of her disgusting actions? No. But is she happy? Also no. Is she loved? By haysool but I'd not feel flattered to be loved by someone like haesol. Gyrien left her cause she saw through her bs. Minho also finally got over her in a healthy way (the person she actually wanted to be loved by). She's still unsure if she could love haesol back, I doubt she'd ever be able to do so. Her and heasol's relationship is far from healthy.

I liked haesol at first but he lost my adoration for him when he continued to persue Duna despite her saying no. He doesn't respect boundaries like at all. He's obsessive and creepy in many ways but his cutesy behavior makes reader forget about his creepy actions. He's very similar to Wookyung. Both are innocent looking but very creepy.

I laughed at the scene where he retorted back to Minho about not being able to keep her satisfied. I mean bro, you couldn't do that either by your logic. She still sought out Gyrien, Minho, Wookyung while she was banging you. When Minho professed his love for her, she literally ignored your ass, until wookyung managed to break them apart. She was still surprised to find Minho leaving her house. She looked shocked.

I started hating haesol when he helped duna torment Minho and showed his tongue at him as if it was something cute. 🙄

Haesol and Wookyung are creepily alike in many situations. Both are obsessed with one person, doesn't respect boundaries, act innocent but can be devious. I really hate two faced characters like this.

Also fun fact, Wookyung also got attached to his first partner who taught him BDSM but his partner didn't return the feelings, just like haesol got attached to duna without his feelings getting returned. Haesol is a psychopath in the making. I'm pretty sure he'd end up like wookyung and would get obsessed with another person after getting dumped by duna and do the things to his victim like wookyung did to Minho. But he wouldn't get away with his actions cause unlike wookyung, haesol isn't wealthy.

Haesol is the most boring character in SB and I've seen people saying he's very forgettable. Some couldn't even remember his name lol

Anyways, this story doesn't have a happy ending for anyone. Duna is going to be a miserable alcoholic and smoker and end up with liver and lungs problems with her current lifestyle. Haesol is a doormat who'd get what he deserves. Minho will be miserable with Wookyung unless and Wookyung would be miserable too cause Minho wouldn't be able to love him the way he wants.

But I only care about Minho's happiness. Who knows maybe in future he'd become more independent and will be able to getaway from his captor/rapist. One can only hope.

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Hhhhhh

TWEEK: Hooooly shit

TWEEK: Fuuuuck guys I am SOOOO sorry about my mooo….. Essssstellla…..

TWEEK: She can be

TWEEK: uh

TWEEK: Horrifying  sometimes

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS CLYDE: MY MCRIBS

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS ARE FALLING OUT OF ME AGAIN

CRAIG: Clyde

CRAIG: Do you ever stfu?

TOLKIEN: No, isn't it obvious?

CLYDE: NOT NOW

KENNY: NO FIGHTING!! PLEASE!! GOD WE ALL NEARLY DIED!!!

KYLE: Why can't we do normal things like normal teenagers

KYLE: Like

KYLE: Go to the 711

STAN: And beat up a crackhead

KYLE: And beat up a crackehea-

KYLE: Wait what??

KENNY: That feels a little too real to be just a suggestion, dude

STAN: What? You guys don't beat up the crackheads at 711?

CRAIG: Literally no

CRAIG: But I did film some guy beating the shit out of one

CRAIG: Got like

CRAIG: A million views

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: STOP TALKING

TWEEK: PLEASE TWEEK: I NEED LIKE TWEEK: A MINUTE

TWEEK: SCRATCH THAT TWEEK: I NEED 5 YEARS

TWEEK: FUCK

CLYDE: I CAN'T BREATHE

TOLKIEN: Wait hold on

TOLKIEN: I thought you weren't a demon?

TWEEK: I'M NOT!!!!

CRAIG: Me when I lie lol

TOLKIEN: I hate that I understand and agree with you

TOLKIEN: But yeah, you’re lying right to our faces

CRAIG: Lying is so not slay queen girlboss

CRAIG: Major Tweek L moment

TWEEK: FUCK YOU CRAIGL

TWEEK: DEMONS are a DIFFERENT THING!!! You're all being racist right now

TWEEK: Or

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: Demon…. ist?

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Shocked and appalled right now

CARTMAN: Okay bitch

CARTMAN: You're getting C A N C E L E D

TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK TWEEK: NO THAT'S NOT-

TWEEK: RGGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAAAAAAAHGHVHGGJGJ

TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: LOOK TWEEK: I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUMMONED TO JOIN INTO PIP'S PLAN OR SOMETHING TWEEK: BECAUSE HE'S SUPER TOTALLY MEGA PISSSED AT YOU GUYS

CLYDE: Whyyyyy???

TWEEK: ….are you joking?

CRAIG: Yeah Clyde, are you /j or /srs

CLYDE: I'm serious, what did we do?

TWEEK: YOU ALL TORTURED AND TORMENTED HIM FOR YEARS????? TWEEK: YOU ALL MADE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL AND NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO BE SAVED????

TWEEK: UGH WHATEVER TWEEK: YOU HUMANS ARE ALL THE FUCKING SAME TWEEK: I'M GONNA HELP YOU GUYS EVEN THOUGH YOU REALLY TWEEK: REALLY 

TWEEK: Don't deserve it

CRAIG: Slay bitch

TWEEK: Shut the fuck up

CRAIG: No 

CRAIG: <3

STAN: So what???

STAN: Are you like

STAN: A guardian angel or something now??

STAN: Guardian demon???

STAN: Fucking what

STAN: Aren't demons supposed to be like

STAN: Evil????

STAN: Why are you helping???

STAN: And also you're like

STAN: Working for them, right???

CRAIG: Bro is switching sides faster than Kelly Catigan frfr

CRAIG: Literal Sweden moment

CARTMAN: Craig, stop being racist, it's cringe

CRAIG: Ur Cringe <3

CARTMAN: Shut the actual fuck up

TWEEK: LOOK OH MY GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

TWEEK: All those “Demons” you’re dealing with are all powerful

TWEEK: Hell

TWEEK: Beings

TWEEK: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW????

TWEEK: They kinda just

TWEEK: Found me behind the dumpster eating pudding and picked me up???

TWEEK: I can barely remember their fucking names

CRAIG: Imagine lmao

TWEEK: You sound like Gregory and that makes me want to strangle you

CRAIG: Slayyyy

CRAIG: But also how fucking dare you

STAN: Ignoring Craig, like we always do

STAN: What the HELL, no offense

TWEEK: None…. taken?

STAN: Are we supposed to do now?! Murder hungry…. ish…. demons are out there

STAN: They want our BLOOD and soon….

STAN: OUR SKIN

KYLE: You wish

STAN: I suggest we hide in my bunker

TOLKIEN: You have a bunker???

CLYDE: TAKE ME THERE I DON'T FEEL SAAAY HAAY HAYYY FEEE…..

TOLKIEN: Clyde, nobody cares

TOLKIEN: None of us are going to be safe if you don’t shut the fuck up

KYLE: Yeah, and besides, 

KYLES: Stans “Bunker” is just the closet of his room

KENNY: Not like he wasn't hiding in there for years already haha

CRAIG: Lmao slay okay ig

STAN: I think literally anywhere in the world is safer than here, besides,

STAN: At my house we have sacrifices

KENNY: …What

TOLKIEN: What???

TWEEK: WHAT?!?!??!?

KYLE: Stan, No, Don’t make jokes like that

STAN: Who said I was joking?

KYLE: …..

STAN: ….

KYLE: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: I- In any case, we should get you all… SOMEWHERE safe at least

TWEEK: Is there somewhere where like,

TWEEK: nobody, anywhere, any place, any timezone WON'T be able to find you?

STAN: I’ve got my back up bunker

CRAIG: Ew you mean the barn?

CRAIG: Hell no

CRAIG: I’d rather die than sleep in pig shit

CRAIG: Frfr

TWEEK: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

[yxamix]

Introspection

Chapter 0 : Prologue

When do you know it's going too far?

TW : Implied/references of drug use, heavy read, explicit language used

Based in a Modern/Realistic AU, depression/mental health focused storyline.

"Hey Jellal, we were thinking about hitting up that new club that opened up downtown, wanted to ask if you'd come along agai-"

He sighed.

Delete

"Yo bro! There's a sick rave we've all been invited to an-"

He swiped.

Delete

"You know we got some more of that shit and was thinking if you'd-"

He paused to take a pull.

Delete

His vision hazed as he watched the numbers of his inbox. They had accumulated again, just like before. And just like before, the numbers had grown higher.

They always were when he finally got the courage to face them.

How long had it been this time that he hadn't listened to them? A few weeks? No. More than that. A few months then? What was it? Time had become so irrelevant to him nowadays that he could not tell.

But it's not like he wanted to know how long he had been running away either.

Briefly closing his eyes, he lifted the roll up to his lips again. He dragged it on longer this time, feeling his thoughts go blank for a period. The relief it gave him made him unwilling to move from such a state until he had to be released.

Exhaling the built up smoke above him, he felt the remnants burn his eyes a bit. Making it blurrier than it already was. Darker than it already was too.

The sight in front of him was as if it reflected the state of his mind in those few seconds.

Murky.

Vague.

Invasive.

Impermanent.

Until it all dispersed.

And he'd have to take another pull again.

Looking down at the lit screen of his phone, he selected the next message he would listen to. Hoping that reducing those numbers he saw piling up in his inbox would help clear some of his conscience.

But the next one didn't let him relieve himself like that.

"...Jelly?"

It was her again.

"..How are you?"

The woman he didn't want to hear of.

"I tried to call you a few times today but you were busy again."

Because each time he did, she brought it back to him.

"It's okay though, boys your age have a lot going on in their life."

His mistakes.

"You have so many friends now too, and I don't want to keep you from having a good time with them."

His misguidance.

"But I'm just not used to you having moved out yet."

"I don't know if I ever will be."

His melancholy.

"I know you get tired of hearing it, but you're my baby boy Jelly. I just worry about you so much."

Everything he wanted to ignore.

"I'm sorry I call you so much, it's getting annoying isn't it? I'm sorry. I know you're grown up now and you don't have much time but please do call back."

"Please don't forget us even though you're going more into the world now."

"Me, Siegie and even your Papa, we all want to hear from you I promise."

"Take care of yourself Jelly and always remember we all love you."

"I love yo-"

Delete

He swallowed.

Another voicemail from his mother. One of these was sprinkled amongst every handful of messages he went through in his inbox. Her soft and honest voice never stopped tormenting him each time he heard it. The pain woven in her voice couldn't hide, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

It always came through regardless.

She was a bad liar.

Just like him.

But he wasn't going to expose his lies to her anytime soon.

Stretching against the suede material of the sofa he had crashed on, he wondered to himself just like any other time, why did he do this?

Why was he heartless enough to ignore her and her every desperate attempt to reach out to him, yet not heartless enough to not feel guilt and heaviness with each word she left for him in her messages that would only ever be dismissed?

He probably wouldn't ever be.

He wasn't like that.

But it's times like this he wished was.

Then it would be easier for both of them.

Reaching over to the glass table beside him, he grabbed a hold of the can of beer he had been sipping from every now and then. He didn't know why he did that either. The taste of beer wasn't something he found pleasant yet he kept taking modest sips of it anyway.

Perhaps because the burn it created in his throat felt deserved and that's why?

Really that's what his life was now.

Doing things without ever really knowing the reason why.

But then again, maybe that's how it had always been?

And it just took nights like this to realise.

He cleared his throat from the burn of booze passing down before taking another hit. As his brain clouded up whilst the smoke was inhaled, he felt himself instantly shift from his heaviness holding him down, to a state that allowed him to continue with his outstanding messages.

"Jellal bro! We're all going out and-"

Delete

"Heyyyy Jellaaal! Do you wanna-"

Delete

When listening to the current voicemails, his finger instinctively trashed them by a few words in. He didn't need to lie to himself now, he didn't really care about the contents of these messages at all.

The only reason he would listen to them for that split second, is with the hope it would relieve some of the burden those rising numbers impressed on him.

To be able to say that he at least did that if nothing more.

It was selfish and it was deceptive, but he wanted to get this tedious cleans over and done with soon.

It wouldn't be truthful, but at this point, what about him was?

He kept going through his inbox absent-mindedly until a change in tone caught his attention and forced him to listen and be present.

"Mr Fernandes, you missed your appointment on the 10th, we are calling to know if you'd like to reschedule with-"

Delete

Ah.

"Mr Fernandes we called up before to inform you of a missed appointment on the-"

Delete

That was right.

There were a number of appointments he had been missing for a while now too. And for some reason he didn't want to follow up on them, when truthfully that would have been the wiser thing.

But it's ever since the diagnosis was made, the help he should have been going for, he soon started to avoid.

And he started to look towards other places for alternatives.

Resolutions.

Which would work for some time.

Until they wouldn't.

And ruined him more in return too.

"Mr Fernandes your prescription has been ready to pick up for 3 months now-"

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Taking another puff, he watched the dirty white glow transiently before his eyes lazily threw a glance at his said 'alternatives'.

On the littered glass table beside him was the evidence of his spiraling.

Things he would have never seen himself using, things he never thought he would be abusing, but it was there by no mistake. In front of him in plain sight. Cartons, bottles and pouches. Empty or becoming empty during another one of these nights that refused to move to the next day.

Life would be going so fast until it would stop.

And when it did, that's when he found himself like this again.

Trying to make it move again.

But regardless, the passing of time never stopped being painful.

Using the back of his hand which he held his cigarette with, he rubbed the side of his eyes, hoping sleep would come to him anytime now. And stop his under eye bags and dark circles from getting more obvious than they already were.

Another sigh fell from his throat as he looked at the dark room around him, wondering how long it would be until the light would hit again. The time lit on his phone told him there were still hours ahead until sunrise. On top of that it was winter too, so the wait would undoubtedly be long.

Trying to pass the time yet again, he went back to going through his inbox. There were a few more reminders from the doctor mixed in with some invites from his friend, and on top of that like he already expected, another few voicemails from mom.

"Jelly hi! It's mama again-"

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"Oh! I actually wanted to quickly ask-"

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"And then I also forgot to tell you-"

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This time he couldn't stand being tortured.

Just hearing the return of her voice had him instinctively trashing them.

The fact she would send so many at once, he could tell why. Hoping that he'd see at least one of them out of the many she piled up, hoping that one of them would catch his attention.

Since he wasn't picking up her calls anymore and calls from himself were once in a blue moon, she resorted to the next best thing.

Sending conversations in hope one of them he'd respond to.

But all she did was talk to herself.

He hated it.

She gave so much effort towards a son that couldn't give her any.

Every time it got harder to.

That's why it was easier to hide away.

But either way that never stopped her.

And only made him spurn more too.

His fingers shook slightly as he held the phone, trying to clear all the messages with her name over them. At times his thumb slipped and it would start her voice, causing his heart to writhe with that deep seated pain from listening to her again, and he'd silence her immediately.

He kept doing that until her name was cleared from what he could see of his screen now. There was no doubt in his mind that he would find more from her if he just scrolled further up, but for now as long as he didn't see that name, it would be better.

As he cleared up his inbox, there were a few other names he came across which he hadn't really heard of in ages now. And these names were mixed with those that tried to replace them.

"Hey Jellal?"

He paused.

"What's up man? It's been so long, oh my god."

Stunned from hearing a voice he didn't really expect to hear again.

"We need to meet up again bro, ever since you went off and did your own thing you barely remember us lot."

From being reminded of a connection that was so different to what he lived by now.

"Call up when you get this alright?

"Honestly bro I wanna see you."

From being reminded of what he had.

"We need to hang out like old times."

And what he was losing.

"I hope you're not just forgetting the past now that you're going places."

Erik still wanted to check up on him, it was surprising.

It had been years now since they had gone their separate ways, and he didn't really think about him as much as he should have for someone he grew up with.

He didn't know why either.

His heart was touched by the fact that his old friend reached out to him after so long, but the warmth was quickly lost as guilt took over and writhed in him further when he remembered Erik was barely a passing thought to him in these current times.

Some part of him wondered if it was mom that told Erik to try and call up on him, he wouldn't have put that past her as if he wasn't answering her, she might have thought that he'd answer to someone else.

But such a thought felt cruel.

As Erik didn't dislike him, he never did. He would have done something like this on his own incentive, he shouldn't have discredited him like that.

The two of them grew up together, were like brothers all the way up until they couldn't take the same path anymore. Practically inseparable until the distance grew and life went on for the both of them. And he never went to close it between them.

Erik…He was a good friend.

He however…

He wasn't.

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Not anymore.

He deeply inhaled, trying to relieve the heaviness that he wasn't prepared for.

Looking over at the cigarette he had been taking his hits from, to his dismay it was reaching the end of it's life. Sighing he took the last pull that was possible so he could savor the bitterness once more before smashing the remnants on the glass table beside him, snuffing out the fire and glow.

He wondered…

Should he reach for another one since this one was finished?

He bounced the thought around in what was left of his head until ultimately deciding against it. Though it was tempting, he couldn't be throwing his health away more than he already was.

Barely in his mid twenties and God only knew what problems were underlying in him from these new habits.

With his (now) free arm he brought it over, using it as a support for the back of his head as he moved about a bit to get comfortable again. It was something he had to do every now and then since sinking into the suede of the sofa didn't remain as pleasant when he had been like that for hours.

After that readjustment, he went back to going through the list of names and numbers, being greeted by those he knew were coming again, making the act of committing to his cleanse for his conscience easier until he got some other messages that had him pausing again.

"Hey babeee, want to-"

There was no need to listen to the rest of that message to know what would follow. And honestly there was only one reason he kept connections like that, but if he had to be frank, in recent times he had barely been interested in that too.

Sex was once intimate.

A pleasure.

Now, regardless of what angle he looked at it from...

It was a chore.

The effort needed to pick someone up, to act in a certain way to try and get something going…

It got tedious .

Sometimes he wanted it. Sometimes it made the nights pass. But other times it made him feel trapped. And tonight was one of those times.

It had been like this for some time too.

Having the option was good.

But he wasn't looking to indulge in it now.

He didn't know when he would again.

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Since his mouth had it's fill of tobacco for the night, he wanted something else to accompany that harsh taste. Unfolding his arm he had used as the support for the back of his head, he reached over to take a few more sips from the open can beside him.

Though the taste was bitter and scalding, he hoped that whatever was left inside could help his eyes close quicker.

It was getting heavier with each sip, so perhaps it was working.

But still he was too present for his liking.

As the burn settled in his throat from his latest sip, he commenced going through the outstanding message. Again, a mixture of new names, names that only called him or he only called when something was wanted, and then the name he wanted to avoid.

At some point his vision started to fade as he kept looking on; whilst listening to the snippets of messages that were deleted without him needing to see. It felt like he would finally give into the darkness, but that's when he heard a voice that stole him straight from it's longed embrace.

"Hey….Jellal?"

His features twitched, unsure of who's voice he heard.

"It's me."

But hearing what they said next confirmed what his brain already started to connect.

"I know we haven't spoken in some time and things didn't end well between us but…"

It was her.

"I've been worried about you."

Another person he didn't think to hear from.

"I'm glad you didn't block me, I really wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how to come about with it until now."

Another person he wished to avoid.

"Call me back when you hear this, okay?"

His eyes blinked open, slowly seeing her name fill his vision and he just stared at it, not knowing what to do.

Erza.

She was the last person he expected to want anything to do with him with how it ended up between them. She wasn't happy with him, they both knew that, so what was making her come back?

The last he had heard about her, she had a new boyfriend. Someone more considerate, someone better suited and overall better for her. Someone who wasn't problematic nor felt unnatural. Someone that would make her happy, unlike him.

And he was happy for her, he truly was.

But why was she trying to talk to him now?

His thumb hovered over her name, shocked still that it would exist again in his recent contacts with all that happened between them. Their ending wasn't as explosive as it could be, but neither was it sweet either.

A sudden death was what it really felt like, or perhaps what had been between them had already been dying before that, and she just made him realise it.

Either way it wasn't going to work out between them like that and he came to accept that.

She wanted things that he couldn't give her.

She dreamed of things between them that he could barely see.

She wanted someone from him that he couldn't be.

Lingering feelings weren't enough to save what was between them.

But he wasn't bitter, she deserved better.

He came to peace with that decision.

And he believed she did too.

So why was it that she wanted to talk to him again?

Shouldn't he have been a closed chapter in her book by now?

Ghosting over her name with his thumb, he briefly contemplated what he should do. And before he knew it, her name also suffered the same fate as all the others he had gone through.

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The weight felt like it increased in his heart, deeper than he thought it would, and adding on to the gaping hole he could feel tearing into him more. Some part of him wanted to look at that name just a little longer, try and build on that hope he killed.

But it was dangerous.

And he didn't want to drag her down again.

He couldn't deny, it was sweet that she was worried about him. It was sweet that she even gave him any thought at all after all these months when things became sour. But really, someone like her shouldn't have been concerned with the likes of him.

They were from two different worlds, and the boundaries couldn't be blurred like they believed they could.

People talked.

The world talked.

It didn't consist of just the two of them.

Everything that happened between them, someone else had a second opinion to say.

And at some point it couldn't be ignored.

He didn't blame her though. The world's judgment would be and was definitely more sound than his own. And ultimately he did want what was best for her, even if it wasn't himself.

And he knew it wasn't himself.

Even if she wanted to believe otherwise.

Scrolling through his remaining list of names and numbers he looked to see if her name existed anywhere else. It wasn't the case. But fact brought conflict to his heart.

He didn't wish to ponder on it so he went on to the other names yet to filter through to distract himself. As he was doing that though, there was a change in the usual tone he would open his messages to.

"Oi why aren't you picking up your phone anymore?"

"Always ghostin now and shit."

"Do you want us to beg to bring you out or somethin?"

"If you wanna be a little bitch about it, suit yourself."

A hostility he didn't expect.

And going through the chain of messages from his new friends, he found a lot of them adopted the same tone too.

"Why the fuck you always hiding now?"

"You're meant to be part of the group but you're acting like a right pussy."

"Stop being a fucking attention whore, the world can't revolve around you. We all have lives of our own you know?"

"Are we supposed to drop everything for you and wait at your feet?"

"Inconsiderate cunt."

But he couldn't say that he was completely surprised.

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The new group of people he hung out with, he learned they weren't the nicest. A lot of them didn't hold back the sharpness of their tongues either. They were mean, judgmental, self-absorbed and shallow. Not the sort of people you'd call friends proudly.

And to be honest, he didn't know why he had.

At first he believed them to be alike. Lost souls though hurt and troubled by the world around them, finding distraction and comfort in what could take the pain away. While those words were not a lie, just because there was common ground like that, it didn't mean they understood each other.

Or that they even wanted to begin to.

Just because all of you were in a hard place, didn't mean that the support needed would be automatically created.

The world wasn't like that.

Misery loves it's company.

He had every reason to leave, he knew what they were doing to him.

What he was doing to himself.

Yet…

Somehow…

He remained put.

Because perhaps their thinly veiled cruelty resonated with himself. Their self absorption reminded him of his own. Their suffering reminded him of his own. And their self destruction was like his own too.

He lost his feeling of belonging in the world.

And through them, he thought he would find it.

It was wrong.

But he had gone so under he didn't have the strength to wander once more.

Yet with what he could hear in the voice of his false comfort, they would drop him soon. He would be homeless again. A vagrant again. And there would be no one but himself to blame for it.

His vision had become blurred again at some point in time. From listening to the sharp but truthful voices telling him what he already knew. From listening to that which he tried to hide in. From listening to those he tried to hide from until, eventually, a new voice spoke back to him.

"Oi you traitor."

One that was like his own.

"Can't believe you move out and don't even think to contact the single most important guy in your life once."

"That's considered an unforgivable treason in my books, but since it's been some time I'll allow it."

Even though the sides of his face had become wet, he couldn't help the small smile that had cracked at the dramaticness of the obnoxious voicemail. Of course, the first he would hear of his brother again would be through words like that.

But his smile didn't last long when Siegrain's tone also changed to everyone else's.

"No but seriously idiot, have you forgotten us or something? You can't have. That isn't like you."

And even he was questioning him.

"I know things were tense between you and our old man before you left and you don't wanna talk to him. And to be honest I don't blame you, he's always been hard to talk to, you leaving didn't make it any easier."

"But like, that's him."

"What have I done?"

And he too was asking things he didn't have the answers to.

"And Mom?"

"What did she do?"

Or that he was too ashamed to say.

The fact that his overly carefree twin was also getting involved told him how far he was going. And it's not like he didn't know it, he did. He wasn't ignorant of the damage he was doing by any means. But even so, he couldn't stop himself.

He didn't know why, he just couldn't.

"Do you know how much she speaks about you?"

Given how things had become at the household, he didn't think his name would be something she mentioned so openly with all the tension that it would stir up.

But Mom wasn't like how Grandma or Grandad were to his father. Even if he was becoming a lost cause, she wouldn't just act like he was dead like they did to Dad.

She wouldn't act like he did the biggest sin against them.

But now he wished she did.

It would have been better for her if she had.

What did she seek to accomplish by doing such things?

Thinking about it, he wondered if Sieg calling him was another thinly veiled desperation of their Mom trying to reach him. If she nor Erik worked, was it that she resorted to Sieg next?

But before he could chase that thought, his brother quickly disproved that notion with what he said next.

"And before you even begin to think about it."

As if he could tell where his train of thought was going.

"She didn't tell me to call you up."

Was it that transparent now?

"...Okay well she did, but like I did this on my own initiative. You're not the only one with your own life, I've been busy with my own shit and I couldn't find the time."

"But like, why wouldn't I do this? It's not like you're a stranger or someone I don't care about. You're my brother. And like, I realised how quiet it's been since you left. Even more than before."

"Even Erik told me the other day that he hadn't heard from you much since you left and that's when I knew something was up."

"I can understand you ignoring me, like I'm that annoying shithead little brother who gave you more reasons then one to leave on the side for adoption if you could. But Erik? Your best friend since like the time you guys could talk?"

"And Mom too? The woman who has been nothing but good and loving to us. To YOU. The one that's always been there for you before anyone, even me."

"This doesn't make sense."

He was right.

"This isn't like you Jellal."

It wasn't.

"I don't know why you're acting as if it is."

He didn't know either.

But he couldn't tell him that.

"You know someone from our highschool also called up the other day? Asked how you were doing. If you were doing any better. I forgot the dude's name, but I remember it having like Mac in it and it sounded like a book we studied in English."

"Anyway Mac, he didn't have your personal number so I guess he called us up with what you gave him before. Mom told him you moved out anyway though, and she gave him your new number but she told him you don't pick up much since you're so busy."

"I don't know what happened after that. But either that probably didn't go ahead with it or maybe he did and you never heard it yet."

He couldn't answer that for himself either.

Macbeth was concerned about him too? That was surprising. It made him wonder why when the two of them only spend sparse moments together when in high school. Really he had only spoken to the guy before exams or something revolving class since they both were performing similarly.

Once again the sentiment was sweet, but it's pleasant feeling didn't last long as he couldn't even tell if he had ever seen Macbeth's call. Did it ever come through or was it another he mindlessly dismissed and deleted during one of these cleansing sessions.

He didn't know.

But he didn't have time to try and recall an answer as Sieg went on to bring him out of that spell of self-loathing.

"Whatever the case is, people are asking Jellal. People know something's up and they've known for some time now. It's not just Mom, it's not just me. Erik and even old friends are asking about you."

"Why do you keep ignoring everything?"

Yet again something he couldn't answer readily.

But what Sieg said next only brought back the spell of self loathing he saved him from.

One that was more raw and bitter than any other and he hated to face.

"I shouldn't need to tell you all of this. You should know this on your own and honestly you probably do."

"I don't get it."

"You've always been the considerate one. The responsible one. You've always been the perfect one. The one Mom and Dad were proud of most. The one that people liked the most."

"What's happened?"

"It doesn't make sense to me!"

"Like what you're doing is meant to be me! I'm the troublesome little shit that's meant to get Mom and Dad's hairs graying early. Not you."

"You can't take my place like that."

Sieg was trying to be light hearted, but hearing those words had his teeth grating in his mouth. The tension rose in his body without warning from listening to those labels that he couldn't understand anymore. They didn't resonate with him nor did they mean anything now and hearing them was almost a form of mockery.

The bitterness spiked so sharply that he almost cut the voicemail short, but the subject changed again which gave him the shift he needed to listen on.

"Talk to us Jellal."

"Please."

"Whatever you're going through, tell us."

"Tell me."

"I swear, even with as much of an ass I can be, I'll listen.

"I swear Jellal."

"You know what happened to Dad and his brother. Fuck, his whole family. You know what happened to them. I don't want us to be like that."

"With the way things are going it's looking like that, and I don't want it to."

That comparison Sieg made wasn't one that was new to him. It troubled his own mind more often than not. How their dad and his own brothers became estranged, even before Dad was sent to prison.

How one of his uncles became a drug addict during his own youth and becoming a highschool dropout followed not long after. Then on top of all that, kicked out for failing his second chance and becoming dead to the family for years.

Their dad suffered an even crueler fate than that.

And their family was still paying for it.

"I'm sure you don't want it like that either."

He agreed with his brother's words. Never did he want their family to become so pulled apart that it created the same bitterness left in Dad's own. That couldn't even heal after the wounds were long closed.

He never wished for the past to repeat itself.

But he didn't know why he wasn't able to stop it.

He had done everything just so the pain would stop.

So the family would be happy.

But somewhere that intention had inverted.

His actions didn't match up to them anymore.

And he didn't know why.

"So stop all of this!"

"I don't care, you better call me back or I will find you myself and I'll make you talk to me."

"Don't doubt my ability to do that!"

"And for God's sake, talk to Mom already!"

That was the last of Sieg's voice in the message. He stared at the voicemail that had come to it's send, unable to decide what to do with it. Not because of the threats at the end, but his brother had him feeling conflicted again.

Even more than before.

There was something strangely cruel in hearing Sieg's voice compared to anyone else. Perhaps because it was as if his own voice was speaking to him, telling him what he knew deep down and bringing it out into the open where he didn't want it. And Sieg knew more than anyone else, he knew how to say things where they would hit.

He didn't make waste of that in his attempt to reach out.

His thumb hovered over his name just like it did with anyone else's before. But for some reason, this time he found himself unable to commit to his will to be ignorant. Something stopped him from pretending Sieg's message never existed.

He couldn't tell why.

But it felt a graver sin to do the same to him that he had done to everyone else.

So he didn't.

Instead he went to the next message above his, trying to wash his mind of his brother's words, hoping he would go back into that state of ignorance. But without realising who the next message was, he was greeted by another voice that was one he definitely didn't want to hear.

" Jellal."

Because it was one that spoke to him more directly then Sieg ever did.

"I know you don't wish to speak to me, and I will not ask you to."

"But since it's nearly been a year since you moved out, I wanted to ask you."

"Are you happy with your decision?"

"Do you feel liberated now?"

"You said you didn't feel home here, then have you found your home now?"

It was impossible to tell with what intention those words were asked to him with. Was it in mockery? Was it in anger? Was it in sincerity? Or was it the same as him? Asking an answer for the sake of it.

Dad's voice was emotionless as ever. Calm as ever. He couldn't understand his emotions just like he couldn't with his. But somehow, even with this disconnect between them, their father always could say something that struck straight on the target. Even now with these questions he posed out of nowhere, he couldn't help but feel caught.

Because some part of him believed Dad knew the answers to those questions he asked even before he did.

And with what he said next confirmed it.

"You don't need to tell me that answer, that's for you to contemplate and to come to an understanding of."

"Also contact your mother, have whatever issue you want with me, but don't make her suffer for it."

"And one more thing."

"Don't think hiding away is going to solve any of your problems."

If there was anything that left him speechless from what his dad said, it was those last words. He felt himself shake from how direct that comment was, he had seen right through him.

And now that father's voice came to cease, just like with the others, he found himself staring at his name, watching it taunt him on the dimly lit screen, forcing him to comprehend that which he didn't want to.

He just sat there in silence, shuddering and listening to his father's last words echo in his brain. He wanted that voice of his to shut up, he wanted to stop hearing that ridicule, he wanted to stop hearing that clear cut truth.

Wanting to be rid of that taunt, he went on to try and listen to the next messages that were left, in hope they would cleanse his father's message.

Cleanse the emotions he left stirring in him.

But no.

"Jellal please talk to me."

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The next messages only added on.

"W-What have I done wrong?"

"P-Please tell me s-so I-I can fix it-"

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"Pleas-"

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"I-I want to be a good mom."

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"J-Just please let me k-know and i'll be-"

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"I-I'm so sorry-"

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"I-I don't know what I did wrong-"

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"P-Please J-Jellal!"

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At some point he couldn't even tell what he was pressing anymore. Her voice became all he heard.

Out of all the messages he skimmed through, he never failed to single in on the increasing pain that grew with each message he deleted.

Running away could only do him so much, his father was right, but his sins were too heavy to face. Each broken word and bout of desperation he pushed her towards and for what, the scales got heavier.

There was nothing stopping him answering her or anyone, not even pride. What was there to be proud of in a state like this?

Yet why did the only answer he turned to was to keep quiet?

And how long would he be able to?

It couldn't go on like this.

Using the inner palm of his hand he wiped the sides of his eyes, feeling the rawness of his skin itch from the touch. He sighed to himself quietly, allowing for once a sob to break through from his throat as the phone shook from his hand and the first reply he could muster left him in a whisper.

"I'm sorry.."

As the words left him in confession all he could wonder was…

How had it all…

…Come to this?