#you want One Piece's faults? well we left everything that's bad in one place. now you just have to find it (1000+ episodes & chapters)

[back2bluesidex]

Slide - MYG (18+)

Pairing: Producer!Yoongi X Lyricist!Reader 

Theme: Angst, smut, unplanned pregnancy. Fwb to ?

Word count: 2k+

Summary: 

"I can see the pain in your eyes I don't wanna say that I'm God, but I'll take you to heaven if you die"  

Alternatively, 

You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.

Warnings: implied smut, explicit smut, emotional sex, very sad (don't underestimate the angst huhu), depressed yoongi, reader is pining so hard lord!, creampie, unplanned pregnancy, NSFW!!

Listened to Slide by Chase Atlantics

Minors do not interact!!

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A/N: Lemme know if you want a part 2? (even though I already know the answer hehe).

Arrangement.

You would rather call it an arrangement - the thing that is going on between you and Yoongi. Anything you have been feeling for him, outside your usual practice, is your, solely your decision or more likely… fault. 

Hence, it’s a given. A given that you shouldn’t feel your heart dropping to your stomach, crashing on whatever is available inside your body and shattering into a thousand pieces, when you find Gyuri walking inside the room. 

Beside you, Yoongi tenses. His body goes rigid as the air inside the room thickens beyond repair. And all of a sudden you can’t breathe. 

Now you understand why Namjoon has been avoiding to reveal the name of the artist all along.

Lee Gyuri - One of the most successful solo artist as well as Min Yoongi’s one true love, who had left him broken so bad that you once found him on the street, unconscious, vomit all over his clothes - is now back in his life… in your life, which has been revolving around him. 

Where she left - You started. 

You picked Yoongi up, put him into pieces, not that you were able to heal the cracks but you at least conjoined it all together. 

And just like that - one night after a long heart to heart talk and a few beers, you found him seethed deep inside you. Yoongi chanted your name again and again as if it’s a mantra that will heal the cracks of his heart all while he rutted in you like a mad man. 

It started from there - the arrangement. 

At the end of long days and even longer nights, whenever both of you were too exhausted to go home, you spent the nights crammed together on Yoongi’s studio couch. 

Quiet whispers, curse words, wandering hands, secret body parts slick with arousal - everything had made your existence dwindle dangerously through his fingers. 

Yoongi always fell asleep right after but you stayed awake, tracing the slope of his nose, bow of his lips, map of his pale skin glinting in the dark. 

You had made a mistake. 

You fell in love.

Now as Gyuri slides inside the room with natural elegance, you hear Yoongi’s breathing getting quicker in pace. 

He is anxious. 

You place a hand on his knees, under the table. It’s a practiced habit that you adopted over time. Your fingertips help to calm him down. 

Everything is the same. 

Except this time, Yoongi doesn’t relax under your touch. 

“Yoongi, can we talk for a moment?” Gyuri requests with a timid voice at the end of the meeting. Her eyes quickly lock with yours for a fraction of a second. 

You half expect for Yoongi to say no. You pray to the universe for his answer to come as negative even when you know –

“Yes. Sure.” 

That Yoongi never stopped loving her for a moment. Yoongi loved, loves and will love only one woman - and that’s not you. 

Even though you don’t feel your legs anymore, you stand up. You choose to take the stairs to exhaust your body so that your sadness can be masked. 

But even as you climb down floors after floors - your heart stays confined in that room locked with two lovers. 

“She said she wants to work it out this time. She has been missing me terribly... she said.” Yoongi doesn’t look away from the blaring computer screen. 

He probably doesn’t have the heart of looking into your eyes. 

Somewhere he, too, knows of the deepest secrets you have been hiding from him. 

“And? What did you say?” You chew on the inside of your mouth, again praying for him to answer something of your liking. 

“That I will think about it.” you knew he would say that. 

“What is there to think about, Yoongi? You still love her.” you force the words out of your mouth even when your throat closes up. 

Tears threaten to spill from the corner of your eyes but you blink those away.

Yoongi finally looks at you, his own eyes glinting with moisture. 

“But what about you?” The question is rhetorical - metaphorical. 

“Me? I will go back to where I started from.” you lie, heart threatening to leap out of your chest. 

You would go back, but not where you started from, you would go back to the night when you picked Yoongi up from the street.

In simpler terms, you would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timelines. 

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, pretending not to hear anything at all. 

Even though you have to summon all of your willpower to do so - you stay still in your bed. 

Your tears though - keep falling, rolling down the apple of your cheeks and making a small puddle inside the curve of your ear. 

He keeps rambling on the door. 

Sometimes the knocks are steady, sometimes infused with anger but his voice stays low. You wouldn’t hear him calling your name if you weren’t attentive enough.

“Y/N! Please open the door.” Yoongi requests again. Through the wood of your door it sounds like a whisper, “Please. I- I want to see you once.” 

Every pore of your body woozes out the desire of letting him in, taking him inside your arms and never ever letting him go. 

But you are afraid. 

He has never once visited you by his own will. 

He only tagged along when you asked him to. 

So you are afraid. 

Afraid of what he might say. Afraid that he might say what you don’t want to hear. You already know everything - know enough - if he points it out now that he is going to leave you behind as the love of his life is back then you might as well break down, which you definitely don’t want to do. 

You have always appeared to be nonchalant before Yoongi about this arrangement, about his kisses, his marks, his simple ignorance - and you want it to stay that way. 

However, your resolve breaks when you hear a sob, muffled by the door. 

Is he crying? Why? Why is he crying at your door? 

So you get up, pad towards the door and swing it open. 

Yoongi’s head shoots up and you look at his face. 

He is a mess - a mess that you love. 

With dark hair all disheveled, face smeared with tears, lips chapped, Yoongi says, “I am here to end things.” 

This. You were afraid of this. 

Your insides churn and mold into a ball of nothingness. There are words sitting on the tip of your tongue but you choose to stay silent as always.

“Okay.” you reply, holding the door knob again ready to shut it on his beautiful face for once and for all. 

Yoongi forces his hand at the edge of the door, preventing you from closing it. 

He steps inside your apartment and within a few moments, you are being pushed to the door, closing it with the force of your back. 

Yoongi kisses you with everything he has left inside. You kiss him back. 

You don’t know what is happening but if this is for one last time, then you will accept it. 

Your hands wrap around his neck on their own accord. His chapped lips mold perfectly with your moisturized pair. 

They move in perfect sync, perfect rhythm - the rhythm of destruction. 

“Y/N” Yoongi whispers in between the kiss, “I am sorry.” 

You don’t pay his words any mind, rather you let your fingers get lost in his long dark hair. 

The kiss grows hungrier by every second you spend in each other’s hold. 

Yoongi starts directing you towards your bedroom and your small apartment space takes no time to be crossed. 

You soon feel the edge of your bed behind your knees. 

When you fall back - Yoongi falls with you. 

He looks into your eyes, his own eyes telling a thousand different stories all together. But tonight, you don’t try to read those. 

What’s the point when your own chapter is ending? When memories of you will be left to collect dust on the surface? 

What’s the point when he knows he is going back to the one he has always loved? 

His rough calloused hand comes in contact with your cheek. 

“I’m sorry.” he whispers again as he reaches down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m sorry.” he kisses your right eye.

“I’m sorry.” he kisses your left eye.

“I’m sorry.” this time it’s the tip of your nose. 

“I’m sorry” and lastly it’s your lips. 

You have never seen Min Yoongi this emotional. 

After Gyuri left him, he became numb. You were never able to thaw the frozen parts of him. 

But tonight you see a completely different Yoongi. Is this Gyuri’s magic? Has her return made him a human again? 

Yoongi - who never touched you or kissed you more than it’s needed, is now apologizing while kissing every small part of your face? 

You take a sharp breath and reply, “it’s okay.” even though you don’t know what he is apologizing for. For not being able to reciprocate your feelings? For using you when you let him? For leaving you behind after tonight? 

He has already started placing kisses around your jaw, throat, collarbones. His hands fist the hem of your pajama top and he pulls it up revealing your naked chest. 

He doesn’t waste time diving down and taking one of your perked nipples inside his mouth. 

He sucks on it softly, sweetly - like a lover. Your tears start spilling from your eyes finally. But you completely lose it when you feel his own tears on the mound of your breast. You let him sob, as you sob quietly. 

It doesn’t take much time for your clothes and his clothes to join as a hip on the floor of your bedroom. 

Yoongi pumps himself, preparing for one last time to enter you. When he lines his cock on your entrance, he takes a quick glance at your face, as if asking for permission. 

Your tear stained face lights up in a small smile - it’s not fake. 

He enters you, takes up every corner of your walls, fills you with himself - both of your body and heart. 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything anymore. He pushes himself inside you, pounds into you with an unusual pace. 

His face comes to rest on the crook of your neck. You embrace him to stay there, stay with you as long as it lasts. 

For the first time ever, Yoongi doesn’t fucks you - he makes love to you. 

The realization makes you shudder. 

Why now? Why now out of all the time? Why now when everything is ending? 

His breath starts getting labored, you feel yourself hanging close to the edge as well. 

And after a few more thrusts, you let go. He fills you up following your invitation. 

Both of you stay like that even after the deed is done - for a moment, an hour? You don’t know.  

You feel his disposal running down your inner thigh, when he finally slips out of you. 

You sneak a glance in his dark orbs for one last time. With a sore throat and an equally sore heart you whisper, “Be happy, Yoongi.” 

You see one last drop of tear slipping down his eyes when he dips down to cage your lips in his for one last time. 

It’s been a month since that night. 

It’s been a month since you last talked to Yoongi beside work. 

It’s been a month since you last saw Yoongi outside work. 

It’s been a month since you withdrew from Gyuri’s project.

It’s been more than a month since you had your last period. 

As you stand in your bathroom, with the tiny testing kit, those two red lines mock you. 

You thought that night was the last time? But this after effect - where will you go with this? Who will you confide in? 

It can’t be Min Yoongi - can it? 

You have let him slide through your fingers after all. 

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[edenmemes]

house of the dragon s2 starters

❝ there is a chill in the air. summer is well and truly through. ❞ ❝ it’s alright. there’s no reason to be nervous. ❞ ❝ i’ve little patience for the self-important, and even less for flatterers. ❞ ❝ you think me some kind of monster. ❞ ❝ it is my fault, i think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ❞ ❝ do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ❞ ❝ i have been, at times, unkind but never untrue. ❞ ❝ mark my words, this is a black omen. ❞ ❝ it is your way, is it not? when something does not please you, you run. ❞ ❝ if i may seem so bold…you have not seemed yourself of late. ❞ ❝ i have come to see if we may uncover some path towards peace. ❞ ❝ i do not know if i trust you. and i sense there is danger in you yet. ❞ ❝ i wonder, do you have a moment for a quiet word? ❞ ❝ now i have seen your heart only belongs to you. ❞ ❝ it was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ❞ ❝ some of us must serve in smaller ways…even if they are not what we would choose for ourselves. ❞ ❝ fuck dignity. i want revenge. ❞ ❝ you are not the player, but a piece on the board. ❞ ❝ is there no honor left in this world? ❞ ❝ stop wasting your life waiting for something that’ll never come. ❞ ❝ perhaps those who strive for the crown are the least suited to wear it. ❞ ❝ i find myself wondering…do we pursue the same end? ❞ ❝ and how would you define ‘victory’? ❞ ❝ once you get to know me, you’ll find i’m not so bad. ❞ ❝ thought you’d be happy. or at least less morose. ❞ ❝ i can sit still no longer. i must act. ❞ ❝ you struggle to see there’s an anger that blinds you. ❞ ❝ you must accept the path to victory now is one of violence. ❞ ❝ you only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ❞ ❝ there are many pieces at play here…some of which you can’t yet see. ❞ ❝ you will have all the vengeance you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ❞ ❝ which would you prefer? to be loved or feared? ❞ ❝ i don’t know what to think of you. i don’t know what you are, or who it is you serve. ❞ ❝ well, the gods favor the bold. ❞ ❝ you’ve thrown it away. after all i’ve done for you. ❞ ❝ what if the hand that’s done it is not to be blamed? ❞ ❝ the desire to kill and burn takes hold and reason is forgotten. ❞ ❝ the gods punish us. they punish me. ❞ ❝ the path i walk has never been trod. ❞ ❝ well…no use wondering what might have been. ❞ ❝ tales take on a life of their own…like weeds. ❞ ❝ this is not the time for blind accusations. ❞ ❝ hm, you wish to be rewarded. ❞ ❝ they will underestimate you. and this will be your advantage. ❞ ❝ i hope you do not confuse mercy with pliancy. ❞ ❝ there is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ❞ ❝ i’ve never trusted you, wholly…much though i wished to, willed myself to. ❞ ❝ you can’t possibly still be angry about this. ❞ ❝ boldness is one thing, but overconfidence… ❞ ❝ this world is cold and cruel, and there are few in it who are steadfast. you, i think, are steadfast. ❞ ❝ do not coddle me. grant me at least that dignity. ❞ ❝ history will paint you a villain. ❞ ❝ do you cling, even now, to what you think you lost? ❞ ❝ a sense of humor would do you good. ❞ ❝ if the gods call me to greater things, who am i to refuse them? ❞ ❝ you have done something i feared impossible. ❞ ❝ i’m not entirely sure we can declare this a victory. ❞ ❝ you should’ve been at my side. ❞ ❝ i see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ❞ ❝ a jest. one you may regret as you’re supping alone tonight. ❞ ❝ soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ❞ ❝ i don’t need their love. i need their swords. ❞ ❝ perhaps all men are corrupt…and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ❞ ❝ let us put all the old unpleasantness behind us. ❞ ❝ are you perhaps the culprit who has been tampering with my peace? ❞ ❝ every man has a weakness. ❞ ❝ everything i’ve given you, you’ve thrown back in my face. ❞ ❝ oh, take heart. you’ve already written yourself into legend. ❞ ❝ you wish to wash your hands of what you yourself set in motion. ❞

❝ war is coming to the whole of the realm. ❞ ❝ you are a strange kind of woman. ❞ ❝ there are those that have mistaken my caution for weakness. let that be their undoing. ❞ ❝ i think you used my words as an excuse to take your own revenge…to indulge the darkness you keep sheathed within you like a blade. ❞ ❝ i came here to raise swords, not corpses. ❞ ❝ i cannot blame anyone for doing what i myself would do if i could. ❞ ❝ we cannot all hide in our castles waiting for war to come to us. ❞ ❝ call it what you will…i call it war. ❞ ❝ have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ❞ ❝ you mustn’t be shaken from this. ❞ ❝ is this an order or a request? ❞ ❝ and they will pay for this. ❞ ❝ i will not be thought weak. ❞ ❝ i mistrust this silence. ❞ ❝ oh, you make an art of provoking me. ❞

[jenanigans1207]

Me, who hasn’t even gotten to s15 yet, writing a fix-it fic? More likely than you think!

—

“I made a deal with the empty,” Cas whispers to the space between him and Sam. “I offered it my life in place of Jack’s. And the empty agreed if it got to take me the moment I felt true happiness.” Cas steadies himself to say the words for a second time— the words he never even thought he’d say one time. “I knew that we were out of options and that if I summoned the empty, I would be able to take Billie with me so that Dean would make it out. So I— I told Dean that I love him.”

The sharp breath Sam takes this time is tinged with so much sadness that it’s tangible.

“Fucking hell.” Sam mutters, shaking his head and ignoring the longer pieces of his hair that fall into his eyes. “Now I’m mad at you. Fuck, no wonder Dean took it so much harder this time.”

“I never intended to tell him how I felt, Sam. But it was the only way for him to make it out alive and I— I needed him to survive. That was the only thing that mattered.” Cas doesn’t regret it, even now. He knows that he’d do it a million times over if it was still the only way to save Dean and he’d never regret it. “And I know it’s not something he wants, which is why I had assumed that he would simply try to erase any memory of that night, so he’d never have to deal with a confession such as that.”

When he looks up, Sam is pinching the bridge of his nose and staring down it at Cas. True to what he’d said a moment ago, he does look mad at Cas, but not in the same way that Dean had looked mad at Cas before he’d stormed out earlier.

“For the fact that you know Dean as well as you do, you sure don’t seem to know shit about him when it relates to you.” Sam mumbles, finally dropping his hand with a sigh. “Okay, listen. I won’t speak to Dean’s feelings— not because I don’t know them but because Dean’s already going to kick my ass for telling you all that I’ve already told you and even I know that his feelings are something he should tell you. But I will tell you this: Dean blames himself for everything bad that’s happened to you. He blames himself for you falling, for every ounce of blood that’s on your hands, and every hard time you’ve had in the last twelve goddamn years. That shit keeps him up at night, trust me.”

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for Dean, to some extent.” Cas replies. “But that doesn’t make it Dean’s fault. They were all my decisions.”

“I know that. And you know that. But Dean? Trust me, Cas, he’s put everything that happened to you high on the list of reasons he hates himself. And it’s a long ass list.”

“I know it is.” Cas mumbles.

“So you must understand that not only did you tell Dean you love him— something he wouldn’t have reacted poorly to, by the way— but you used it to— to die. Literally you made loving Dean the cause of your death, you realize that, right? And I know, Cas, I know you didn’t mean it like that. But to Dean and his fucked up brain, he got you killed. The one thing he’s never been able to tolerate and he is now the direct cause of it.” Sam explains and it’s so stupid, it’s so stupid—

But it’s exactly how Dean’s brain works and Cas knows that.

And that’s fine, sort of, because he still wouldn’t change the fact that he confessed to save Dean. He didn’t have time in that moment to think about how it would mess Dean up and a messed up but alive Dean was better than the alternative so that was fine. What wasn’t fine, however, was the fact that Cas never thought about it after. Now that he’s back, now that he’s had time to see how Dean reacted and how he handled Cas’s death, he still hasn’t spent any time to think about the role he played in that or the ways he could have made it worse. And that is unacceptable.

Cas sighs and deflates in the seat. He feels like his strings have been cut, like there isn’t an ounce of fight left in him. He feels like he could simply sit here, glued to this chair, for the rest of eternity.

The thing is— Cas isn’t unaccustomed to messing up or hurting Dean. He’s not inexperienced at crossing lines he both does and does not see. It’s not new for him to let Dean down or betray him. But this— this is something else entirely and they all know it. Because Sam is right, Cas is one of very few people who has been gifted Dean’s trust. He knows that and has spent twelve years cherishing that fact on a daily basis, grateful and awestruck that he had been given something so beautiful and precious. He knows that he has been granted insight into Dean that nobody else, not even Sam, gets. That he has been the only one that has been able to get through to him sometimes.

He has been indescribably privileged to be this close to Dean at all, let alone for this long. He knows that, it’s the greatest blessing of his eternal life and he knows with an unbridled sort of certainty that nothing else will ever honor him in the same way, nothing else will ever even come close.

And through one careless remark, one remark made out of an attempt to deflect his own shortcomings, he has shattered twelve years of a bond that has held strong through everything else. He has laughed in the face of the greatest gift he has ever been given and he was too blinded by his own shortcomings to even realize he was doing any of this.

“I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” Cas asks, looking ruefully at Sam.

Sam’s smile and huff of a laugh in response is sad and a little amused. “Yeah,” He says after a minute. “You have. But like I said, Dean’s never been one to deny you second, third, or even fiftieth chances.”

“I’ve never hurt him like this before.” Cas points out.

“Nobody has ever hurt him like this before.” Sam remarks, and it’s clear that he doesn’t mean the statement to hurt, but it does anyways. “But that’s because he’s never cared about anybody like this. The way he is with you, Cas it’s— he never has been and never could be that way with anyone else. Whatever you two have, it’s completely irreplaceable.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s unbreakable,” Cas says dejectedly.

Sam stands up then, walking around the table to clap Cas on the shoulder in the way the Winchesters always do when they’re trying to be heartfelt or encouraging. It’s the closest they come to physical affection when nobody’s life is immediately on the line and it helps Cas feel a little better.

“Cas, if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Dean will never let you go now that you’re back. He could spent the rest of his life spitting mad at you, and he’d still do it from no more than five feet away. When he comes back— and he will— he’ll be mad and he’ll be hurt, but he’ll be right here. You’ll have a chance to fix this.” It’s encouraging and terrifying in the same moment but Cas is grateful for Sam’s vote of confidence nonetheless. “Just don’t ask me how to fix it, because I sure as shit don’t know. You two have never gone about things in a way I can understand.”

Cas looks up at Sam, meeting his gaze. “Thank you for your insight, Sam.”

“Just remember,” Sam’s hand slips off of his shoulder. “There’s a reason that Dean cares as much as he does and takes your death as hard as he does. And the reason sounds a lot like something you said to him.”

“I thought you weren’t going to tell me how Dean feels.”

“I’m not.” Sam answers as he heads towards the door. “I’m just hinting at it. It’s different.”

He swings through the doorway and around the corner before Cas has a chance to say anything else.

[pa-pa-plasma]

apparently people are fucking stupid, so yes, even if tumblr is being extremely annoying about One Piece, even if you hate One Piece, even if One Piece killed your grandma, stop writing entire paragraphs about that & tagging it as #One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #OP #Luffy One Piece #Zoro One Piece etc etc because I've seen multiple posts that have like 20 tags like that & none of them are commentary.

this isn't just about One Piece though! I've seen this in other fandoms, which is why the main post doesn't mention OP by name. This annoyance has just culminated with OP for me. People have lost their fandom manners, this isn't just me trying to shove an anime down your throat. literally block the tag if you hate it, use mobile or any of the 100 tutorials on how to block the jolly roger in the corner, just stop being an asshole about it because 1: the fans & Oda didn't do this, Netflix did, & 2: I can guarantee that assholeishness & entitlement is not unique to the One Piece tag, as I have literally seen multiple times.

anyways, ahem

IF YOU TAG YOUR HATE POSTS IN ORDER TO PUT THEM IN THE MAIN TAG, NO MATTER THE REASON, I WILL KILL YOU PERSONALLY. DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE.

that is all.

I can't believe I have to say this in the year 2023 but if you are going to make a post that is a full paragraph of you saying how much you hate something

don't tag it.

don't put that shit. in the main tag. where people go to see the thing they like. or I will

Kill

you personally

if you don't like the thing, block the tag & don't follow blogs who do like it. That is all.

[noroi1000]

Homemade Maid Cafe 2

@loveusatoru I saw your comment about the second part. That's why here it is 🥰

Warnings: little submissive Gojo, sex toys, Gojo in maid outfit

"Now you're wearing a maid outfit too!" you said to him as you stood next to the couch with the plastic bag. Before he could take you completely to the room to start fucking you again, he got a call that he had to answer.

And you had an idea. If he had to wear a maid outfit too?

While he was focused on the phone and slowly swinging his hard cock, playing with the length bouncing, you managed to escape from the bed, take his credit card out of his jacket and put on his coat to hide your semi-naked body.

You, before he could catch you, squealed and ran out the door of the house.

To return home after 15 minutes with a plastic bag. Then he was sitting there with his pants on properly but you were sure there was still a hard cock under that cloth ready to attack you. Especially since your panties were lying on the couch next to him, which he probably took from your drawer.

"Honey, I can't fit into that outfit you're wearing right now." He smiled, slightly sliding his glasses down his nose.

"You don't have to." You muttered with a proud smile and tossed the plastic bag into his lap. "I bought you this one."

"You said that I'm perverted and my kinks are weird... And you also went to the city dressed like that~." He pulled the fabric from the plastic bag, and looked at the short, wide dress.

"You made me wear this. So it's your fault you made me run from you. And also, you will know what I went through in this dress that has so many stripes and is of bad fabric." You pointed to the dress in his hands. "And also, look in the bag."

He looked inside, seeing another cardboard box.

He took it out and opened it.

"Baby, do you want me to fuck you with a dildo while I'm fucking you too?" He smiled and pulled a silicone toy out of the box.

"No." You replied directly. You grabbed the cardboard box and the toy from his hands. "I'm going to fuck you with this. Now I'm going to go wash this up well while you change your clothes. The dress and underwear are already washed."

"Shall we both wear maid outfits? You know, I haven't gotten my sweet pussy order yet~."

"What if you get it if you're a good boy?"

Taking everything, you left, sanitizing the toy in hot soapy water.

You then walked into the living room and sat on the couch. But when he didn't appear for a long time, you went to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, taking a piece of round metal from the box.

You followed him into the bathroom and he saw him staring at him in the mirror.

"You know, it doesn't even look that bad." He said.

"How are your panties?” You asked with a smile.

"Thus is digging in my ass a little too much..."

"I bought a size smaller especially for you~. Get out~." You walked over to him, hiding something behind your back.

"What are you planning to do?" He asked as you stood behind him.

Suddenly, you pushed him forward, making him rest his hands on the sink.

"Hey..."

Suddenly he felt you lift up his dress and pull the back strap away from his thong.

And suddenly you pressed cold, lubricated metal against his back entrance, slowly driving the wide part of the metal plug into him.

When the metal tear rested inside him, finding a warm and pleasant place next to his prostate.

He let out a low grunt of discomfort, mixed with a moan of light pleasure.

There's no denying that your boyfriend likes new sensations and experiments.

"Ugh... What about it?" He moaned, straightening up a little.

Your ass was still shiny and exposed. The sexy sight of you made his cock clamped between his belly and the fabric of his panties.

"You have to admit it feels nice to have a butt plug pressing into you." You hummed as you cuddled up to him from behind.

He couldn't deny or confirm.

It sure felt weird because he was a man. But he could also say that the feeling was even pleasant.

"Maybe I'll give up fucking you with a dildo... just to see you come faster through the plug inside you."

"That's not kind at all." He laughed and adjusted the ornament on his head. "Today we have fresh, big and delicious dicks on the menu. Please be careful when eating as you can choke on it."

He chuckled and you blushed slightly at how confident he was saying that. He played the perverted waiter really well. This smile gave the impression that he was a waitress who really offered something from the menu.

"Finish your order?" You asked suddenly. You wanted him to eat you now.

When you got on the bed, he took off the panties that irritated him so much. He let his cock stick out, lifting his dress from the bottom.

You spread your legs slightly, allowing him to slide onto the bed and settle down, but he pulled your legs further away, quickly placing his hot lips on your throbbing pussy.

Moving his lips up and down, he worked his way through your folds, teasing every sensitive bundle of nerves.

Alternately sucking and biting. His order was so pleasant to you. And he enjoyed it even more. The tip of his leaking penis was helped by a piece of black cloth, but he didn't seem to mind.

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging at the white curls. You pulled a little harder as he sucked harder.

Moaning, you moved your legs and hips against his lips, creating even more friction. Even though you wanted less friction because you were a little hypersensitive from what happened about half an hour ago.

As you pulled his hair too hard, he grabbed your hands and held them to either side of your body, preventing you from moving your arms. And your legs above his shoulders could only move slightly, senselessly, even though that would never make you run away from it somehow.

And since his dinner was delicious in his opinion, he ate you as much as he could.

That's why he also added fingers.

Transferring your left wrist to his left hand to hold both hands at once, he suddenly, without warning, thrust three fingers inside you, moving back and forth, curling in the middle to tease your G-spot.

Until finally your excruciating orgasm took you by surprise, and your pussy held and spasmed on his fingers.

"I like the feeling of your sweet pussy trying to milk my fingers." He laughed and pulled his long, wide fingers out of your insides.

Panting, you closed your legs, resting quickly on the pillows.

As you looked at his face, he was wiping your juices off his chin. But you also saw how his ears are red. Same with the spots on his cheeks.

Poor thing... Apparently the toy inside him is making him unbearably hard and horny.

And that's what you meant.

To listen to him moan and over-sensitive.

You'd have the perfect satisfaction of watching him moan and blush as he jerks his hips to come.

Suddenly, you stood up and pulled him forward, causing him to fall onto the bed.

And as soon as he lay on his back, you reached between his legs, massaging his painfully hard cock.

"Don't squeeze like that..." he moaned, hissing slightly.

"Why?" you asked with a smile. "You are sensitive?"

"I... Aaah..." he moaned lengthwise as you pulled the teardrop shaped metal out of him, and then inserted it back into him, feeling his length quiver in your hand.

"You like it, huh... Will you come soon?"

The toy kept rubbing against that one spot inside him, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. And most of it was headed for his cock, which turned a deep red color due to your lack of attention as a lot of precum oozed from the tip.

Without warning, you placed your lips on the underside, kissing his hot skin.

He let out grunts of pleasure every time your lips brushed over him.

Until he finally moaned loudly as you put the tip in your mouth, moving it deeper and deeper into your mouth.

His hips jerked sometimes showing how desperate he was to come. The toy does not leave him alone.

But as always, he tried to act funny in a moment like this, and also in control of the situation.

"I forgot to add about the cream in your dish... It may appear –aah!” He screamed as you pressed your thumb on the tip of the toy that was sticking out of his body.

Such an easy way to silence him.

You started sucking him. And you felt his precum appear in your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

And not even a minute passed before he came, starting to fill your mouth.

You hold his gushing tip in your mouth for a moment, but then he took away the pleasant warmth in which he could cum and twitch. You opened your mouth, spitting his seed down his length as he grew softer and covered his belly in white.

"You're cut out to be a waitress in a maid outfit." You giggled as you lay down next to him, hugging his arm.

You didn't know that the look on his face could only mean that he was planning revenge for you in the shower. Now you'll be the one begging him to make you come.

And his hand has already moved to touch you lower.

[oneshots-imagines-random]

Klaus M. x Reader x Elijah M. - Bruises

***This was posted like 20 years ago (it was really only 2018), but got taken down or in review or whatever I actually don’t know. And I got bored so I edited it a bit and decided to reupload it***

A/N- I wrote something, not entirely sure I’m so proud of it. It’s kinda all over the place but I wanted to post something for now. But yeah this is a Klaus x Reader relation and Elijah x Reader sibling thing.

Warnings: black eye, mention of a fight

Word count- 1136

Masterlist

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I knew it was better to not go out at night, but I wanted (favorite food) so bad and we didn’t have any left at the compound. So that’s what led me to my current predicament. My need for the food so strong that I was on the verge of being kidnapped right now. Well, that’s what it looked like, but I knew how to handle myself and got out of there in a breeze.

The only downside of this entire adventure, Klaus is going to be pissed. He’ll be upset that I left the house without him or any of his siblings yes, but that will hold no flame to how pissed off he’ll be once he sees me. Living with the Mikaelsons has taught me how to handle myself. They always tried to protect me, Klaus’s little human spouse, but they also made sure to teach me how to take care of myself just in case something ever happened.

And that’s exactly what happened tonight. I handled myself just fine except the downside is I now have a black eye due to the guy getting a punch in.

Welllllllllll, it’s not exactly my fault the dude was trying to kidnap me…. I think to myself as I walk back to the compound. At least I’m going back in one piece.

I enter the compound like an overdramatic spy in the movies. I check around every corner and listen very intently to make sure there is absolutely no Mikaelson sibling there before moving on. And it was working, I was almost in my room until I hear Elijah speak up from, thankfully, behind me.

“My dear, whatever are you doing?” 

“Just playing around. Do you know where Niklaus is?” I retaliated, not looking at him so he couldn’t see my eye.

“I believe he just went out to find you. Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He put a hand on my shoulder and attempted to walk in front of me.

“YES!” I paused as I realized that maybe wasn’t the best course of action. “I’m sorry, I’m fine, just tired. I’m going to go lay down.” I try again before walking away and into my shared room with Klaus, locking the door behind me.

I knew all the Mikaelson siblings in the compound overheard the conversation due to their heightened hearing and knew I was going to be in trouble. However, all I can think about right now is trying to cover up this bruise the best I can and hope I can pass as being alright. Before I can even step away from the door, I hear a soft but firm knocking.

“Little one, are you alright?” I hear Kol’s voice come through the door.

“I’m fine, Kol. Just tired,” I whined and walked into my bathroom.

I may as well try and clean this up before Klaus gets back. If he, or even any sibling, sees this bruise, there will be hell on earth. And I don’t feel like calming them down again.

I grab my makeup and get to work but nothing is working. I’ve tried everything in my bag and followed almost every single YouTube tutorial on covering bruises and everything.

“WHAT THE HELL?” I screamed and threw a hairbrush across the bathroom. “(N/N)? Can I come in?” I hear Bekah’s sweet voice come through my door.

“No! I’m fine! Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!” I screech yet again not helping my case.

Wait case. Where the hell is my food? Fuck, I must have dropped it when I was fighting that guy.

“FUCK!” I wail and drop to the ground. All I wanted was my damn food and now I don’t have it.

I don’t even have a chance to realize that I’ve started crying before the door busts open and Klaus rushes in with his siblings behind him.

“Love, what is wro- Who gave you that bruise? Why are you crying? Are you hurt any further?” Klaus starts panicking over everything.

But I can’t talk because I’m so overwhelmed. I almost got kidnapped. I got an ugly bruise that hurts like hell. I left my food back on the streets. And now Klaus is in my face yelling. I get that he’s concerned, that they are all concerned, for my well-being. But for now, I just need a second to decompress before I go any further.

And I believe ‘Lijah sees this as he ushers his siblings, including Klaus, out of the room. I don’t pay attention to everything happening around me. Elijah talks to his siblings in the hall before coming back in and assessing my state. Then without saying anything, gently picks me up and lays me on my bed, tucking me in and sitting beside me.

After a few minutes, Elijah starts talking. “Are you alright?”

I sigh, “Yeah.”

“My dear, then why are you crying?”

“We ran out of (favorite food) and I went to get some more. And before you start, yes, I went alone. Yes, I know how dangerous that is. But I didn’t want to bother you guys. Plus, I can handle myself. But then a guy tried to kidnap me until I beat his ass. Although, he got a nice right hook in. And then I came home to try and cover the bruise up with makeup so you guys wouldn’t freak out. But then none of that was working and stressed me out. And then I realized I dropped my food in the fight. So, all of that stupid stress and stuff for nothing.” I start crying again after I explained everything just because of how tragic yet childish it all sounds.

“Don’t worry, (N/N). We all have bad days. Do you want me to get Klaus for you?” He asks as he strokes my hair.

“Yes, please. And thank you for being such a good big brother,” I sincerely  reminded him as I started getting sleepy from the exhaustion of the day.

“You’re welcome. And don’t thank me, you’re like a little sister to me. I would do anything for you.” He said as he softly smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room.

While you stayed in the bed, half-asleep, Elijah went out and explained everything to Klaus, who was holding fresh (Favorite food) that he went out and got while Elijah took care of you.

As Klaus entered the room, I just stayed right in my bed. He thought I was asleep when I was only half-asleep. And he climbed into the bed behind me after putting the food on my bedside table. He made sure to move carefully so he didn’t wake me up as he moved closer and held me in his arms.

“I’m sorry for stressing you out even more, Love. I just panicked and wanted to make sure you were okay. But I just want you to know that I am right here to protect you and take care of you and you will never be a bother to me or the family. I love you, (Y/N).”

I just smile to myself and let myself fall asleep knowing that I am truly loved and protected.

[andyfire122]

Fictober24 day 24 "You didn't do anything wrong."

V...I’m the last person to suggest this.

Ves perked up a bit when she heard that. Normally Zes would be sleeping at this time. At least it was better than when she used to sleep before. This time was a genuine need. At least it felt like that this time.

“Whatever it is I didn’t do it.”

No, I've been thinking ever since you made that separate blog. So you could browse Tumblr without posting on the blogs that belong to the versions of us on the other timeline.

She sighed. There was a pit of anxiety she felt, but it was familiar. Familiar in the sense that she knew the feeling didn't belong to her. "Stop with the over worrying. Just let it out. I thought we agreed, even if it's pain we don't make it so it never existed."

That was a tiny policy they made together since becoming a hybrid. Nothing gets forgotten. Unless it’s the dishes that Ziib wanted them to do.

There could still be a version of Sycorax with them. I know that shouldn’t be our fire to put out, but I don’t remember if the one from our timeline died or not.

Zes was right, this was a topic that was hard. That woman was the start that destroyed everything that was nice about their lives. It's a bit nerve-wracking it could happen again. It would be if they didn't see the fact the twins have far more people to act if the worst should happen.

No one should end up like they did.

"I was sure I saw Miyuki run by me though when I passed out?" The thought of Sycorax alive was disturbing. They probably wouldn't sleep if they hadn't already moved to the massive.

Not like I had the chance to ask. By the time I woke up, she had already done her suicide mission. We just assumed or I was still...not quite there yet.

Ves just nods and understands. Even after Zes woke up, the girl wasn't exactly in the right headspace for much of anything. It was only recently she was starting to put together what or who she is now. Well..who they are together now?

“I don’t like the idea of going back to that shit show. With how easy it was to even start a war on that scale, I doubt that the fighting finished. That, and what we would find if that ship was still out there.”

The fusion core? I mean in my first investigation about her, I knew she changed locations all the time.

Ves sighed. There is a part of her that misses the ability to smack her best friend upside the head when she says stupid things. She might be getting the bee brain from SZ. "No, unless someone else removed the bodies."

That got both of them silent. Even with the challenge they had to survive. They never once thought or even sought out the bodies of their brothers. Dib and Sim's graves at the farmhouse were empty for a reason.

Is it bad I never thought to try to look? I’m sorry, I just never found the point of having a burial...though I appreciated the gesture at the farmhouse. Look..we can take it one step at a time. It’s just…

“You don’t want the chance that woman would contact herself in that other timeline. Zes...do you ever stop thinking like a scout, or whatever the hell you were before you left the empire?”

Taking things on their own was how they got in trouble in the first place. That entire plan just sounds like something at would backfire.

I don’t want it to go wrong and be my fault again…

There it was. Even though they had been putting back the pieces of who they were, a part of Zes still had the idea that the misfortunes came from the fact she was alive. "You didn't do anything wrong Zes. Someone else did that. She was horrible and if she's still alive her soul will be fed to my friends."

I know..it’s just me and my overthinking.

[electricaquarius]

Back on my bullshit with another 4am fanfiction, this time mostly focusing on my Tav, Joanna. This one takes place after the first Gale romance scene, when discussing if Gale has had any mortal lovers. There's angst and talk of a shitty relationship but nothing super bad. This one is so fucking self indulgent, I wrote it for me and absolutely no one else lmaooo

'Well, in the spirit of fairness then, would you like to know about my past beaus?' Joanna sipped her drink and settled more against Gale's side. Where his hand rested on her waist, he began using his thumb to stroke her.

'I must confess I am curious, but only if you're comfortable. Sharing an unpleasant memory is one thing, but I'd rather not have you reopen any wounds.'

Joanna smiled. 'You're very sweet, but I wouldn't have offered if I was going to go to pieces once I brought it up. First was a school mate, a teenage romance. They were content to live and die where we grew up, but I had no such love for the place. We naturally drifted once we left school. Last I heard, they were a cobbler's apprentice and looking to start a family. Truly, I hope they're doing well, and have the life that they want. We were just incompatible.'

'With a mind like yours, it's only natural you'd want for more.' Gale could hardly imagine his love married with children to someone so utterly lacking ambition. After all, it was something he had in spades.

'I suppose it's a great fault of mine. I always want it all.' Joanna shook her head, wiping away the thought that she'd never truly be happy. It was something the headmistress of the orphanage she'd grown up in had told her, and something she'd never quite been able to shake. Sensing her lost in thought, Gale pressed a kiss to her forehead.

'And why wouldn't you? In my opinion, you deserve it. Whatever it is you desire.' He had leaned in closer to whisper the last part in her ear, his touch rapidly becoming less chaste. Joanna giggled, a blush rising in her cheeks, and placed a hand on his chest.

'Come now, let me finish my tale of woe. Then we can focus on something more… entertaining.' Gale grumbled slightly and shifted from where he was sitting next to the fire, allowing them both to get more comfortable. 'Next came Jasper.' She sighed, and took a moment to gather her thoughts. 'He was a sweet one. We met at the Blushing Mermaid, do you know it?' Gale shook his head, not wanting to interrupt. 'It's a somewhat rundown pub in Baldur's Gate, near to the docks. Mostly sailors, sometimes dock workers, occasionally disreputable types. I was still young when I ventured in for the first time, looking for cheap drinks and a place to read quietly that wasn't my room. My… fascination with sailors and tales of pirates had a larger role than I'd like to admit in finding myself there.'

'What I also found was Jasper. Oh, he was the poster child for boyish good looks, believe me. Fluffy auburn hair, mischevious eyes, freckles, an easy smile… When he asked to keep me company I was quite shocked. I did draw some attention in there, it wasn't often they had young scholars learning Elvish tucked away in a corner, but most were content to leave me alone once they'd established I wasn't a spy. Anyway, I'm getting distracted.'

'You don't need to continue if you don't want to.' Gale's warm brown eyes met hers and she held their gaze for a moment. He scanned her face for any sign of discomfort but could sense none. She squeezed his hand.

'It's fine my love, it's all ancient history. From there it went as you'd expect, really. He told me I was beautiful, intelligent, like no one he'd ever met before. I found myself making excuses to spend more and more time at the Mermaid, just to see him. Then, he told me he loved me. Stupid me, I believed him.' She scoffed. 'Fed on tales of adventures on the high seas, I believed him. And for a time, I loved him, too. When I said he was sweet, I wasn't lying. He did everything to ensure that I was his. Words of adoration, a thousand soft kisses, little trinkets, he even wrote me a poem once. It wasn't particularly good, but I found it endearing.' Joanna scoffed.

The rage had been building in Gale's chest ever since she'd mentioned that magical l word. What was coming over him? He'd never known a sensation like this, something like jealousy mixed with regret and an intense desire to protect. He knew how her story was going to end, and with it brought a sense of intense ambivalence. On the one hand, he was filled with nothing but disgust for the scum that had mistreated her this way. On the other, he was glad for it to have ended at all, as the pain of his feelings being unrequited was too much for him to consider. His mind snapped back to the present as Joanna continued.

'Then came the seperation. His crew was shipping out and he couldn't possibly stay. I knew it was coming, but it still hurt. Though, that wasn't the end. He promised me he'd return, that he'd wait for me, send me letters every time he hit dry land. And he did, in the beginning. After the third letter his replies got shorter and shorter, then stopped altogether. I waited weeks to hear from him again, not knowing if he'd been swallowed by a kraken.' Joanna's voice was low and tense, full of pain.

Gale moved his hand to the small of her back and began to stroke small circles there. At this point he knew better than to stop her. This had moved from indulging his curiosity to venting something that had festered for a long time and needed to be let out.

'Then, I finally found out what he was up to. On my weekly visit to the Mermaid, I happened to run into one of his crewmates. They'd been back for several days already. I knew something was wrong, so I asked where he would be. They directed me to a local boarding house, and that's where I found him. Another young thing on his arm, far prettier than me but obviously just as dense. Gods know how many times he'd done it before me, or if he's learned his lesson by now. I doubt it.' She sniffled, hastily using the heel of her palm to wipe away a tear. 'Do you know, he didn't even try to explain. Didn't try to stop me. He… he made me feel quite not myself, for a long time.'

There was a long silence as Gale waited to ensure she was finished. He reached up to pet her hair and squeezed her tightly. His voice broke through the quiet after a moment. 'You didn't deserve it, you know? You were taken advantage of, and that's categorically not your fault. Quite frankly I am furious that someone as lowly as that felt like they had the right to mistreat you so. Please, feel free to point him out if we run into him once we reach Baldur's Gate. He's tangled with a wizard now, and is in need of a lesson he won't soon forget.'

A few sniffles and that soft, shaky laugh that broke through the tears bubbled up from Joanna's throat as she continued to cling to him. 'I can't say the prospect of him polymorphed into a sheep isn't entertaining, but he isn't worth the effort. Or the time spent thinking about him, any more.' She cleared her throat. 'Still, now you know the full history, what little there is of it. But that's all it is now. History. And best put behind us.'

'I couldn't agree more.' Gale pressed a kiss to her neck. 'Now, I believe there was the promise of something more 'entertaining' earlier….'

[dragonrider9905]

If Only Time

Summery: Hunter has a hard time adjusting to his little brother being gone. Though he knows Hunter won’t be able to hear him, he does the best he can to comfort his grieving brother.

Series: The Clone's Incomplete Guide to the Afterlife

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46864939

A/N: Sorry this one is a little bit on the heavier side; it was also done in one sitting...trying to get over the need to over perfect everything I do. I hope you enjoy it. As always, love hearing from you in the comments.

Tech felt a pull. This wasn’t the normal kind of pull. This was a need. A necessity. An urgent calling. One of his brothers needed him. 

Tech watched everything that happened. He watched his brothers fall apart. He watched them be betrayed by Cid. He watched his precious little sister get ripped from their squad. Their family.

Luckily they didn’t know everything he did, otherwise they might fall apart. If he wasn’t dead, he was sure he'd be in the same boat. It was weird. He was outraged but death brought a certain peace with it he couldn’t part with. 

It wasn’t a surprise to him, he was called so soon to act, but being new at this ghost thing meant he didn’t really know how to manifest himself yet. He really just wanted to talk. To appear so they could see him and so he could be a comunice between the separated parties but he knew that wasn’t possible. There was so much he wanted to do but couldn’t. He was never good at emotions during life. What made him think he’d be better at it in the afterlife? 

Now wasn’t time to focus on himself though. Hunter needed him. Seeing him sit alone in the cockpit on a late night watch…

If only he could turn back time.

Crosshair left and was now in prison somewhere. Tech was gone. Omega was taken. His family, the only thing that mattered to him. The only thing that kept him going, was falling into pieces. 

Hunter cradled what remained of the broken goggles that used to be the staple signature association of his little brother. 

“It’s my fault, Tech. I shouldn’t have let you go,” he murmured to himself, “I should have chosen to stay.”

Hunter thought back to the critical decision that changed all their lives forever. The one he wanted to say no to because there was not enough information. The one he wanted to refuse because it was a great risk, even on his calculations. 

But Tech had been adamant. He wanted to go because Crosshair was their brother. To tell the truth, he didn’t fight it because he too wanted their brother back, but look where not following his cautious gut led him. 

One brother was being held captive. Another dead. His little sister an expiriment with a crazy doctor. The one place he’d promised she’d never have to return to.

And it was all his fault, because he made the call. He gave the go ahead. He sent Tech down to get the cable car going. He covered for Tech but not well enough. 

Hunter’s shoulder’s bent forward, fingers ideally turning the trinket without an owner about, broken pieces of glass catching the blinking buttons and blue of hyperspace, throwing a distorted reflection with a yellow-green tint on his face. 

Can we go back in time? 

Thoughts only of his genius little brother surfaced. The good and the bad. The tears and the growing pains. Everything he helped him through, and everything his little brother had done for him.

Tech’s laugh, though rare, echoed in his mind. His smile bounced in his memory. Tech as a child wowing everyone with his mind, babbling on about his findings. Cadet Tech becoming more sarcastic in a way Hunter loved. Soldier Tech’s over competency in his field, mixing his love of learning with a destructive force. Brother Tech, showing he cared in his own way, by creating things for his brothers, by being straightforward and blunt in what he thought in order to keep them safe and happy.

Tech should be there. Hunter should have gone back for him. The image of a crushed Tech caused his stomach to lurch, a sweat breaking over him. Hunter didn’t think he’d been able to handle that if he did. 

It just wasn’t possible. He was gone. 

The what ifs, the maybes, the could have beens…the worst ghosts of all. In another lifetime, in another reality. Perhaps. Perhaps they could have been together, all together, like they should have been. As they were always meant to be. Happy.

Live in the past, the memories so pure and good.

The air changed. Suddenly, it got colder. A shiver went up his spine and for some inexplicable reason, Hunter felt he wasn’t alone. 

Hunter would have thought he was crazy but he knew he wasn’t. Grief stricken, yes, but not insane—not yet that is. 

It was only colder in some parts of the room. 

Hunter trusted his senses, and his senses told him that another being was in the room with him. Not an earthly one, but one was certainly there. 

— — — 

Tech watched on as his older brother broke apart, heart shattered. Hunter always held it together for the squad, for his family. He was so used to keeping his emotions and thoughts to himself that seeing this part of his brother was a little unnerving. Tech felt like he was intruding, yet he couldn’t help but feel like this is where he needed to be right now. 

“Oh Hunter…”

It frustrated Tech that he couldn’t communicate with his brother but he had to try something. There had to be some way he could get through to Hunter. Tech reached out his hand, trying to grip his ori’vod’s shoulder, limb going clean through.

“Ugh.”

Tech concentrated for a moment then reached out again, this time attempt successful. 

Hunter gasped, feeling the prominent sensation of cold on his right shoulder. 

“Tech?”

Tears welled in his eyes, throat constricting to a tight space, threatening to cut off his air supply.  

“Tech…Are you there?” Hunter choked out again.

“I’m…I’m so, so sorry.” A sob broke out. 

“It wasn’t your fault, Hunter.”

“Tech.”

Hunter made no motion of comprehension; instead the tears fell steadily. 

“I miss you. You were always there, you know? You caught whatever I threw at you. And now…I feel so lost. How am I supposed to do this without you? I always had you to rely on.”

“I miss you too, Hunter.”

Tech knew Hunter couldn’t hear him, but watching Hunter’s body slacken a little gave him hope that maybe somehow, he was getting through to him. 

“Heh, flying will be no fun. You’re not here to yell at me. And now I’ve got to teach ‘Megs…when we get her back.”

“Yes, indeed. Take care of my ship. If you even scratch her, I’ll haunt you in a less friendly way. Make sure she keeps training. It will serve her well.”

Hunter huffed a little laugh, the faint appearance of a smile appearing.  

When we weren’t perfect but happy.

“There are so many things I wish I could say sorry for, take back, but would you have listened for some of them? I am pretty sure you said I acted logically for some of them.” Hunter shook his head. 

“Probably not. But it never stopped you from saying what you thought anyway.”

“Just like your decision to fall. That was stupid.”

“And there it is.”

“You’d said we’d always find a way. Figure it out.”

“Hunter, you know it was either me or all of us.”

Hunter sighed. 

“I know what you’d say, that it was you or everyone. I know you’re right, but I can’t stop it, Tech. I’ve never felt this way before and I’m scared. I feel so alone.”

Can we go back in time and undo the harm that was done?

Hunter leaned back in his chair and stared out into the empty room. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to think his brother had touched him, then moved to take the pilot’s chair to keep the discussion going as they often used to when either couldn’t sleep. 

“Remember the first time we saw the stars, Tech?” Hunter swallowed thickly, “We snuck out onto that platform on Kamino during the night and the sky was so clear. I swear no planet has the same night sky as Kamino did. The stars were so bright and reflected on the water…”

“Yes, and I swore one day I’d fly among them and take us to far off places. Perhaps see a nebula up close.”

“You wanted to fly that day. I think that’s where your love for flying started. You wanted to be one with the sky. You’d just learned about nebulas. Heh, heh, you wanted to fly straight through one. Remember how scared Wrecker was? How annoyed Crosshair was at the prospect?”

Hunter remembered that? That was so long ago, he was sure he’d have forgotten. 

“Those were the days, weren’t they. Were far from perfect but it was us against the galaxy.”

Bring back what was lost?

“What I wouldn’t give to have some of those moments back and live in them longer.”

Hunter closed his eyes, just wishing he could turn back time. That he could change what had happened. Wishing, hoping that this moment could be real, that he’d see his brother bounding up the stairs once more, that he’d ruin his posture bent over that datapad just so Wrecker could tease him about cracking his back and giving him a hug. 

“Wrecker’s back fixings never actually worked, Hunter. They were purely emotional, though they were quite satisfactory in that area, though I don’t care for touch much.”

Tech crossed his arms and leaned back in the pilot’s chair mimicking his brother, who was unconscious of his movements. 

The bits of our lives.

Both fell silent, but a sort of peace settled over the room. A quiet resilience surged through the soil, like a flower fighting its way through the earth to bloom after a long winter. 

“There is so much we lost…and we never used to lose, we always won. For the first time, I know what it actually is like to lose…”

“You’ll find your strength, Hunter. It is ok to hurt. You’ll get them back. Don’t cry for what was, look forward to what will be.”

The bits of our hearts.

“Tech, you were getting along so well with Phee. I don’t know how I’m going to tell her her friend is gone.”

Ah, yes, Phee. He hadn’t quite said goodbye, had he? Tech did feel guilty about that one. He always had an aversion to saying goodbye. There was such a finality to it. He and Phee were just beginning something. What, he didn’t know, but they were only at the beginning. 

Yours and mine. 

“It’s not just Phee, Tech. I can’t lose you either. Not like that. So much was unfinished. Unsaid…”

“I’ll always be here, Hunter. I promise. And I know. I hope you know, that I know.”

The memories are all that we have now.

Hunter felt the feeling of forgiveness wash over him. The bits of a semblance of peace started to settle in his heart. It still hurt, but a numbing kind of hurt. The kind that promises the beginning of healing. The pain still threatened waves of grief and doubt, but that ebbed when he thought of his brother. He blinked, thinking that maybe for a brief moment he did see his brother smiling across from him, then was gone.

But Hunter knew that his brother was still there. Not in the same form but present nevertheless. He could feel him the way he always did. 

Still watching over him.

Still watching his back.

Still loving him. 

“Hey Tech, if you can hear me, thanks for coming. Visit me a few more times, will ya? Love you, little brother.”

“Love you, big brother. If you insist that my presence is welcome and not strange, then I shall. And Hunter, don’t join me soon. Take your time. Live for our brothers and sister. Be happy. You’ll get her back, I promise.”

So I shall hold on tight, and let go, all in one.

Tags: @ovaa-bi-bia

[thesoulofasurvivor]

The Last of Us Season 1 Episode 3

alrighty folks there's a lot to unpack here. I'll be honest, the episode wasn't bad. I enjoyed it, but it definitely left me very... unsatisfied. personally.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, do not press "keep reading" if you have not watched The Last of Us Episode 3

Starts off fantastic! We get to see Joel grieving the loss of Tess, there's tension between him and Ellie and she definitely calls him out by saying that it was their choice to take the job and it wasn't her fault that Tess got bit and died. We can clearly see Joel processing that comment and I'm pretty sure he wanted to yeet her into the river right then and there 😂

I loved seeing the two of them just traveling together on the road, seeing that plane, and Joel opening up and telling Ellie about the suspicions of how the infection all started. Them going into that store place, and Ellie finding that stalker trapped under all that rubble was so cool tbh and creepy. Seeing the infected up close and personal like that is crazy.

But what this episode seemed to prioritize was the relationship between Bill and Frank, we see that Bill is left behind when FEDRA came through to do a sweep of the town. It's incredibly morbid but we see the people whom the skeletons belong to, a woman and her baby in that rainbow cloth, it was very much a punch in the heart for me tbh. Bill hides in his bunker and waits until FEDRA leaves and he makes the town his safehaven. We see him meet Frank, we watch them fall in love and we see Frank fall ill. I absolutely adored all of this.

In the game, Frank is already dead and we never meet him prior to his death. He and Bill get into a fight, Frank leaves and then later on while Bill is traversing the town with Joel and Ellie to find a car battery, we find Frank who took his own life. In the game, the Bill we know is a hardass, he takes no shit, he's a loudmouth, he pretty much says whatever shit is on his mind. He acts like and claims that caring for other people is a waste of time, it's good for nothing but getting you killed, etc and that is what he tells Joel.

In the show, we see a brand new side of Bill, we see that he once had a lover, he felt deeply and he really loved someone. We see a softer, caring, compassionate side of him. I loved seeing this soft side of Bill.

But. And this is just my own opinion, of course... I am disappointed with how this ends. The whole episode we spend in the past, in flashbacks, save for the few scenes we get with Joel and Ellie. We get this incredible backstory on Bill that really improves his character so much from what we got in the game. I LOVED that extra character development. But in the end, when Frank dies, Bill takes his own life as well and that's it. That's the end of Bill. Joel and Ellie NEVER see Bill, Ellie never meets Bill, there's no Joel gets stuck in his trap, Bill helps them, there's no epic banter between Ellie and Bill, there's no chatter between Joel and Bill, there's nothing. No the three of them traversing town in search of a car battery battling so many infected GOD I would have liked to have more infected content. And of course, one of the biggest highlights in the game is when we meet our very first bloater in the entire series. The bloater that we encounter WITH Bill in the high school. This whole entire piece between Joel, Ellie and Bill is just... taken away.

Now personally, this very much irks because I enjoyed Bill's hardass character. I absolutely loved their little arc together. He's always been such an interesting character, living in this big town on his own. It just irks me. For them to say they are going to be extremely faithful to the game, and then not only change up everything about the lore (which, yes, I am enjoying the new lore, but that's not the point), but to also completely karate chop Bill's ENTIRE segment. Everything, all of it, just gone. The entire thing. It's just... Disappointing.

Listen I loved the episode, but I thought the whole thing between Frank and Bill was just backstory to show us why Bill would be the hardass that he is *now.* It's not that I hate it or anything, I'm just disappointed because I feel like Bill's character was more important than just a bunch of flashbacks. What was the point in even including him in the TV show if he was only going to be some random dude who lived in the past in these flashbacks?? He literally adds absolutely nothing to the main story of the show now, like he did in the game. So I just feel like... What was the point? That's all. I still loved it overall for everything else that it got so amazing well. Frank and Bill's relationship was beautiful. And fuck yes, I cried.

Anyways, we end with Ellie finding that note and I thought the note was funny and beautiful and heartbreaking when Bill told Joel to use all his gear to keep Tess safe. That was a jab in the feels. We see Ellie find a gun and of course, she decides to keep it! Obviously, why wouldn't she. She's asked for a gun like 10 times now, let the girl have a damn gun 😂

And Ellie gets her signature outfit that we see her wear throughout the summer chapter in the game!! I loved that so much, and it looks amazing on Bella Ramsey, she's really killing it as Ellie.

Also CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE TOILET PAPER? Fucking tell me that wasn't a lowkey poke at people during covid literally buying up ALL the damn toilet paper?? Like literally, I dunno about you guys but where I lived it literally became difficult to get toilet paper and people were charging outrageous prices for TOILET PAPER on amazon? The shelves were constantly EMPTIED. Just, when I seen Ellie grabbing the rolls of toilet paper I just, it brought back memories 😂😂

So that's really the most of how I felt about tonight's episode. Again, I didn't hate it, I just have feelings and felt they did Bill's character a disservice.

[sapphic-swiftie13]

Getting married

Warnings: Infidelity.

You were currently watching movies at 4:00 a.m and got frightened when your phone started to ring out of nowhere, having forgotten to put it on silent. Looking at your phone you saw it was Hailee. It was unlike her to be up at this time of night, so it really must have been important. So, you did what anyone would do in this situation, you answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank God, I'm panicking! I told him yes!" Hailee rambled into the phone, voice quavering.

"Hold on, what are you even talking about? It's the middle of the night, what are you doing up so late-"

"I had to call you... He asked me to marry him!"

"You're getting married?!" you asked, not believing that you heard her right, that your ears were deceiving you.

"Yes... and since you're my best friend, I wanted to ask you to be my Maid of Honor!"

You were silent. All that could be heard was the movie you had been watching, it was still on in the background. "Hello, you there?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Your heart was currently breaking into a million different pieces.

"This was unexpected..." you softly spoke, trying to keep your voice from breaking too.

"I know! He just got down on one knee in the restaurant, I kind of felt obligated to say yes, just think of how embarrassed he would be if I said no in front of all those people!" she joked, and you could hear her smiling through the phone.

"I can be your Maid of Honor..." you said with tears brimming at your eyes, threatening to escape. The only thing you could be happy about was that she wasn't here to see you fall apart.

"The wedding is going to be a day in august, we haven't really set an exact date yet. But I know that I want it to be private, away from the public eye, and small and intimate, with family and friends," she said, rambling away, which only made you start to silently sob.

"I'm going back home this weekend, so we can meet up, but now I have to go..."

"Goodnight Hailee..." you managed to whisper, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Goodnight, sleep well," she said back and hung up shortly after.

You couldn't process it, your best friend, who you had been in love with forever was getting married. It wasn't her fault that you had never told her how you felt, but now you regretted keeping your mouth shut. You had been so scared it would ruin your friendship, but now it didn't even matter.

"Fuck," you muttered out, throwing your phone at the wall.

The days went by, but you never left your bed. You were crestfallen. Never in your life had you felt so exhausted and disappointed. So mad at yourself for being a foolish coward.

Then you heard the door open. "Hello... Anyone home?" A voice spoke out in the living room. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Hailee was back in town, and currently standing in your apartment.

You walked out of your bedroom, looking like absolute shit.

"What happened in here?"

She looked around the room. "There are beer bottles, and unwashed dishes all over the place," she mumbled, as she started cleaning everything up. "You don't have to-" you tried to speak, but she cut you off.

"I know you... when things get bad, your surroundings usually end up looking like a reflection of whatever it is that you're going through. Don't worry... I'm here for you."

Her kind words stung. She really had no idea she had broken your heart. How could she?

You really hid your feelings like your life depended on it, but after having it bottled up for so long, everything just crashed, the waves got too big, dragged you down until you were drowning.

You started taking away all the empty bottles of beer, and while she washed the dishes, you went out with the garbage. When you were done cleaning she ushered you into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth, and then you took a shower while she sat on the floor waiting.

"Do you think I should wear white? Or go with something nontypical... like black... or maybe it'll look like I'm attending a funeral instead?" she rambled on as you rinsed out the shampoo in your hair.

"I believe that you are overthinking it..."

"What do you mean?"

"Wear whatever you want to wear... whatever comes to mind... I mean, it is your wedding, you can do whatever you'd like."

"I guess you're right, but the dress needs to be perfect..."

"Hand me a towel..." you said, and she did, and soon enough you stepped out. She handed you a pair of newly washed underwear, a pair of sweatpants and a sweater that she found in your dresser, and you got dressed as she turned around.

"You know you are wrong, right...?" you asked her.

"What?"

"The dress doesn't need to be perfect, because you already are... who cares about the stupid dress... people are there for you, not your clothes."

"Maybe you're right..." she said, slowly starting to doubt why she was worried in the first place and walked out of the bathroom.

"I am always right," you said, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Okay, so we've figured out what I'm going to wear, which is any clothing I want to wear basically... But can you help me make the invitations?" she asked, her eyes glimmering in the dimmed light as she sat down on the couch.

Reality hit you once again. Invitations, to her wedding. She was marrying someone else. A man, for starters. But the most important fact was that it wasn't you who was going to stand opposite of her at the altar.

It wasn't you who was supposed to say, I do. It was her fiancée. It was never you. It never was supposed to be Hailee and you.

You were never the one.

She's everything to you.

You were nothing.

Just hurt.

Broken.

"You're staring at me... hello?" she said and chuckled. "No..." you answered her with a lack of emotion.

"What do you mean no?"

"I can't help you make the invitations; I think that would be a mistake."

"I see, they'll be more personal if I do it myself!"

"No, Hailee..." you said and sat down beside her.

She just looked at you, wondering what was going on inside your head.

"I don't think you should get married."

"What?!"

"Why are you even getting married, huh?" you asked but she didn't respond. "You're young, you have your whole fucking life to live, and you're settling down with the son of a bitch who cheated on you more than twice."

"I've forgiven him for that," she said as she looked at the floor.

"Okay, so forgiveness makes it right? The fact that you forgave him made his actions acceptable?" you asked but she stayed silent.

"Do you not understand that he'll cheat again and again when all this wedding bliss has run its course? He'll seek forgiveness time and time again, and you'll be fooled every goddamn time," you said, frustrated and angry, not thinking clearly anymore. Each word was like a dagger pointed at her deepest hurt.

"You're a fool. A beautiful fucking fool," you muttered out as you stared at the ceiling.

"If you didn't think I should get married, why didn't you say so earlier?!" she asked lowly.

"How could I? You were so happy on the phone, but I can't just sit and watch as you make the biggest mistake of your life... I've been keeping my mouth shut for too long... I can't afford to watch you fuck up just as I have done."

"What do you mean, fucked up what?"

"Isn't it obvious, Hailee?!"

She didn't dare to speak.

"How can you be so blind? No wonder he had to cheat seven times for you to notice that he was being distant..."

"Stop."

"Or what?"

"Just stop."

"Why? Are you saying you won't forgive me like you forgave him?"

"Fucking stop!" she said as your gaze landed on her again.

"You're destroying our friendship, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" she yelled while making eye contact.

"I didn't want a fucking friendship!"

"What?"

"I didn't want to be your friend! Don't you see?! I never asked to be the one you run to when your boyfriend is treating you like shit!"

"You're mean, you know that..." she said softly, and you knew she was hurt.

"I'm telling the truth... I never wanted to be just your friend!" you said as you made your way to her lap.

"I never wanted to be the one to just sit and watch as he repeatedly hurt you by sleeping with other women, don't you see that?!" 

She simply looked at you in shock since you had never been this close to her face while being this mad, she could feel your breath on her skin.

"Do you think it's fun or rewarding to watch the one you're in love with being in love with a moron who can't keep it in his pants, and then witness that you repeatedly choose to stay with him?!" you yelled, and she stayed silent, so you went on.

"Do you know how long I've waited for you to just open your eyes and see the one in front of you, the one person who loves you for who you are? All I have ever wanted was your time, your touch, and your love... and I've waited for nothing."

Your tears were once again threatening to escape on this very couch. The only difference was that she was there to witness you fall apart.

"I can't keep on loving you from the sidelines. I'm done, Hailee. I can't do this anymore. I think you should go."

Before you could react, she grabbed your neck and pulled you in, kissing you fiercely, like she had waited for this all her life too. But you knew, she hadn't. This was just a reaction to everything that had happened. This was her dealing with shock. You pulled away.

"Hailee, don't."

"What? Now you don't want me?!"

"You know I do, but not like this."

"Like what?" she asked, "Oh, so you don't want me when you can finally have me, wow. Great, you're just like him, aren't you?! Just full of empty promises. Fucking great."

Now you were the one who was silent. "Kiss me," she ordered.

You refused to look at her, just shook your head no.

"Fucking hypocrite," she said as she got up in your face, as you had done to her just moments ago.

"Tell me that you don't want me and that you don't love me, while looking me in my eyes, and I'll leave," she said while taking ahold of your hand, squeezing it softly.

Slowly you looked up at her and your eyes met hers, you were ready to say it back to her, and make her leave, but you couldn't. Instead, your lips met hers in a delicate manner. You let go of her hand only to cup her face, to get even closer to her. You pushed her down on the couch and left a trail of kisses from her mouth down to her neck.

You had never been this close to her, this intimate. Your lips on her skin, feeling the warmth of her body on your fingertips as your hands went under her t-shirt.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you were sure she could hear it, even feel it. That she could witness your broken heart slowly mending.

But in a split second everything changed again, your heart was breaking once more. Hadn't it been through enough already?

"Stop, I can't do this... I can't do this to him, I can't cheat on him... not with you."

You stopped. Your lips ghosted over her warm skin as tears ran down your face onto her.

Slowly you crawled backwards, letting her sit up straight again.

"What do you mean not with me?" you asked as you wiped your tears away as new ones were forming.

"He always suspected that I had feelings for you... he said it made him jealous, why he cheated," she informed you while standing up, getting ready to leave.

"Well, do you?" you asked hopeful. "Where's my coat?!" she asked rummaging through your apartment, trying to find it so she could escape this suffocating space. "Fuck your stupid coat! Do you have feelings for me?!" you asked, nearly yelling at her from the couch. 

"It doesn't matter if I do or not. I'm getting married. Fuck it, you can have my coat, I'm leaving," she said in a hurry, as her fingers ran through her hair in defeat. She opened the door, walked out, and softly closed the door behind her.

That was it. Pure silence filled your apartment. No more yelling. No more loud noise to disturb your neighbors with. Sluggishly you stood up from the couch and walked to your bedroom.

You noticed Hailee's coat on your dresser, she must've taken it off when she had gotten you clean clothes to wear. Without thinking you grabbed it and took it with you to your bed. Then you laid there, inhaling her scent through the sleepless night, wishing things were different.

Days went by with no word from Hailee. Her wedding wasn't far away either. Each day that went by was a constant reminder. You had gotten a text from Hailee's brother. "Are you still going to be the Maid of Honor, or do I need to find a replacement? – Griffin"

Two hours had gone by, and you still hadn't answered him. It was impossible to give him any answer at all. If you said yes and that he must find a replacement, then you'd feel awful for letting Hailee down. If you said no, then you'd feel inconsolable for watching her slip through your fingers.

But you knew Griffin. You knew that he knew. All those times that Hailee's fiancée never showed up for family dinners, when you sat there beside her like he should have, Griffin knew. He saw the way your eyes lit up whenever Hailee had something to share. Something she was excited about. A new movie or a series she was going to be in, a new song, or album that she was writing. Or simply her dogs... they were undoubtedly cute.

But Griffin knew. He knew you loved her.

Even when her parents didn't look close enough to notice. Everyday your love for their daughter grew. But they were too blinded by rage towards her boyfriend to see the one who had waited their whole life for a chance to prove they are worthy of their daughter's love.

So, you decided to be bold. To admit what he already knew.

"I'm sure you remember the one night you asked me if I thought Hailee was in a good and loving relationship with her boyfriend... if he was the one for her.

I'm sure that what you were really asking was if I was okay with it... to watch her be so entranced by someone else.

You were digging for answers. And I refused to give them to you. But I'm done hiding. I'm in love with your sister, and I have been ever since I met her.

So yes. I'll be there. Not for him. Not to be a witness of the love they share. Not to stand in awe and wish them a happy future. But I'll be there for her. Always."

Having sent the text, you felt relieved. But still heartbroken. She didn't want to talk to you, so she made her own brother ask you instead. How messed up is that. Attending a wedding just to see the love of your life say her vows to someone who repeatedly hurt her.

To witness the source of her pain marry her. The one who stab her in the back gets to wear a ring on his finger and call her his wife. It isn't fair. So, you decided to do something about it. After a couple of drinks, of course.

You went to the downtown bar. Got drunk as one does when their hearts break in two.

Then you went to her mansion. Yeah, mansion. You thought it was too much space and property to own. It would get lonely to have that place by yourself. But you didn't live there. She did, and soon did her husband-to-be too.

You knocked on the door. No one opened. Therefore, you kept knocking until your knuckles were sore. You rang the doorbell simultaneously too, but to no avail. "Please, open up!" you yelled. "What are you doing here?!" you heard a voice behind you speak out.

You turned around only to see her with her dogs on leashes. She had taken them for a walk, and you had stood there thinking she refused to open the door. "I want to talk, Haiz."

"You need to leave. Is that clear? You can't be here. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have called," she said as she walked past you and let the dogs inside.

"Hailee, please don't do this. Don't push me away," you said as you tried to follow her inside. "Is that alcohol on your breath?" she asked disappointed. 

"Get your shit together. It's not like we ever dated. Go home and get some rest," she said both angry and sympathetically. Like she tried to be hostile, so you'd leave her alone, but felt bad and regretted her words.

"You know I love you... but I just can't. Don't make this harder than it already is," she followed up and closed the door.

You didn't give up, you simply couldn't. "Hailee open the goddamn door."

No answer. "Please, I just want to talk!"

You knocked on the door time and time again, forehead resting on the door in defeat. Hailee, please... can we talk?" you asked once again. The door opened, you nearly fell into her, because you had rested your whole weight on the door.

"Okay... talk."

"Can I at least come inside?" you asked as your voice was breaking.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." she answered looking away, "Fine," she said after a few seconds of contemplating whether to let you in or not.

She opened the door a bit more and got out of the way, letting you slip in. Then she closed the door and sighed like she had just made a mistake.

"I can't let you marry him... because I can't breathe without you... I suffocate when you refuse to talk to me. I can't live without you, Hailee," you said as she made her way to the kitchen, and you followed her.

"Are you not going to say anything?" you asked confused.

"You're here to talk, so talk, get everything out. Say what you need to say," she said in a monotone voice.

"I said I wanted to talk with you, not to you."

"Same thing."

"No, it's not," you argued.

She took a cup from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with cold water. "Sober up," she said as she handed you the cup.

You chugged it down without hesitation and put the empty cup in the sink. "Don't marry him," you said, and she looked down at the floor.

"And now you won't even look at me... what is it, are you ashamed of me, Hailee?" you asked, scared of the answer.

"Are you scared of loving another woman?" you asked trying to see if she would react to something, anything. "Is that it? Are you scared to admit that you love a woman, and not a man?" you asked, trying to see if she struggled with internalized homophobia.

"Oh, come on! Don't be ridiculous!" she said slightly offended. "What? It's normal in this messed up society..."

"I portrayed a lesbian woman, so no, I've got no issues with that," she said staring daggers at you. 

"To portray someone queer and to accept queerness within yourself is completely different..." you said shrugging your shoulders. "How would you know?!" she asked back getting angrier by the second.

"I'm just saying that accepting the fact that you love someone of the same gender is difficult. Not just because of what others might think, but your own hatred towards yourself is hard to unlearn."

"I'm not scared of loving another woman. I've got no issue with it, believe me."

"Well, I don't believe you."

"Fine, then don't, that's not my problem."

"Damn you're such a-" you said but got cut off. "Don't finish that sentence," she said glaring at you.

"Difficult little devil..." you said afterwards.

"For fuck's sake, thought you were going to call me a bitch."

"I would never," you said back smiling.

"You said you love me, but you refuse to act on it... why?" you asked.

"I'm getting married."

"To a guy that you don't love."

"I do love him."

"Are you in love with him?"

"Why does it matter?" she asked back.

"Because those two types of love are not the same, at all. You can love someone platonically or you can be in love with them..." you answered, searching her face for answers.

"Are you in love with him?" you asked, and yet again she didn't answer.

"Are you in love with me?" you asked, tired of this back-and-forth game.

"For god's sake Hailee, answer me."

"I can't do this again," she said with a restrained voice.

"That didn't answer my question."

"Quit it. I can't deal with you right now."

"Oh, so now I'm too much for you to handle?" you asked getting slightly upset.

"Fuck. I didn't mean it like that."

"I don't understand you... you're a mess, Hailee. Make up your mind."

"I'm a mess?!" she asked getting offended, "you're the one knocking on my door, begging me to let you in, and when I do, you just start arguing with me," she hissed.

"You're the one who kissed me! Then you basically made me kiss you, just for you to regret your actions and leave with no further explanation," you yelled at her.

"I think you should le-" she started but you cut her off. "You think I should leave? What a nice surprise. Well, fuck you. You hear me? Fuck you. I fucking hate you," you said obnoxiously, bitter and enraged by her.

"So mature, aren't we?" she said back sarcastically, walking towards you.

"So in touch with our feelings, aren't we?" you spat back.

"I hope he doesn't show up to your wedding, I hope he forgets it, because he's too busy in bed with another woman," you went on, not thinking clearly.

"And if he does show up, an hour late, I hope you can smell the perfume of the woman he just fucked. That her scent creeps up your nose as you say your vows."

Before you could say anything else Hailee slapped you across the face. It stung, why shouldn't it? It was well deserved. But it didn't stop you from saying even more things you'd most probably regret ever saying to her.

"I hope she texts him while he's not in the room and that you see all the messages that they've sent each other. That you get to read every place they've met up, only to hook up."

She was currently glaring at you. Daring you to say another word.

"I bet he even fucked her in his car. Hell, he probably fucked her right here, on this kitchen counter while you were working," you said while gesturing to the counter behind you.

"Shut the fuck up," she said as she pushed you backwards.

"Or what?!" you asked back, still vicious.

"If you don't, then I'm going to shut your mouth for you."

"Why isn't he here, Hailee? Is he out with her again? Fucking her at the restroom of the restaurant where he proposed to you?" you asked savagely.

"If all you can do is speak of infidelity then I'm going to serve it to you, on a silver platter."

She pushed you down on your knees and started to undress. Naked from the waist down she sat down on the counter and spread her legs open. Soon enough you were kissing the inside of her thighs, slowly getting closer to where she needed you the most.

You teased her, slowly stimulating her with your tongue. Savouring her taste, like this was the only time you'd get to be in this position. Under her, eating her out. She grabbed your hair and pulled you closer. Your tongue swirled around her clit, and she threw her head backwards as she used her arms to support herself.

Her thighs cradled your head, trying to keep you in place so she could get the most friction, but you spread her legs open. "Are you trying to suffocate me?" you asked jokingly, your breath sending vibrations to her core. "If you don't keep going, then I will strangle you with my thighs, yes," she said in all seriousness, looking down at you.

With no further hesitation you started stimulating her again, giving her the pleasure that she so desperately needed. Her legs started to tremble, and her breath was getting uneven.

You gripped her thighs when her legs started to close by instinct. She was quietly moaning and biting her lip, silencing herself, keeping eye contact while you ate her out. When she was practically shaking on the kitchen counter you added a bit more pressure to her clit with your nose as you lapped up all her wetness with your tongue.

"Fuck. You're right. I can't marry him," she said as she was getting closer to her orgasm. "What?" you mumbled, as the vibrations from your breath once again sent shivers down her spine. "Don't stop," she whined, taking ahold of your hair again, pulling you back to her soaked core. "I fell out of love with him a long time ago," she revealed to you in-between raspy moans. You pulled away from her.

"Does that mean you're breaking off the engagement?" you asked optimistic.

She roughly grabbed your chin, smeared her wetness that was on your lips all around your mouth with her fingertips as she asked, "didn't I just tell you not to stop?"

She then grazed your bottom lip with her thumb, before she slowly pushed her index finger inside of your mouth, until your lips reached her knuckle.

By now you had already forgotten the fact that she avoided your question. She carefully retracted her finger, then pulled you slightly upwards as she leaned down, so she could taste herself on your lips.

Blown away by her actions you parted your lips ever so slightly so she could slip inside. Your hands roamed her body, started at her thighs, and travelled upwards. As the night on the couch, your hands went under her t-shirt, but now you could explore her even more.

Like she was a map and you needed to mark your favorite places.

Your hands traced her smooth, delicate, and warm skin once again. Her stomach was soft.

Moving slightly upwards your hands grazed her breasts.

This was definitely one of those places referred to as x marks the spot.

"Touch me," she seductively whispered into your ear. You let out a shaky breath before you groped her breasts in an animalistic manner, just like a man would, you were unashamed.

You pressed chaste kisses all over her mouth, chin, and neck and started sucking on her skin, leaving a bruise.

She softly took ahold of one of your hands and directed it between her thighs. Your free hand rested on her hip as you started pleasuring her again. She nuzzled her head in your neck, inhaling your scent. One of her hands started tugging at your hair while the other hand was trying to pull you closer to her.

You used one finger to tease her wet folds before slipping it inside of her. She was placing sloppy kisses on your neck as your thumb hit her bundle of nerves.

Your lips clashed onto hers, muffling her moans as her legs started to shake.

She looked like a beautiful mess, trembling under you.

Whimpers escaped her mouth as your free hand fondled with her breasts.

You thrusted another finger into her soaked core, resulting in her moaning straight into your ear. She was getting closer to her release and was unable to kiss you back. She tugged at your hair and her free hand scratched your back as she came undone under you. A throaty moan left her lips, her breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. Then the door opened. "Fuck," you muttered out as you rode out her orgasm. "What?" she asked not following.

"The door. I heard it open," you whispered.

She looked over your shoulder and saw the disgusted look on her fiancées face.

"I knew it," he yelled walking closer.

"Knew what exactly?" Hailee asked him, trying to catch her breath.

"That you two were fucking behind my back, all this time."

"No, we were not... not before now, at least," she answered him truthfully, showing no sympathy for the man who had cheated on her several times in the past.

"Oh, so you just decided to hurt me and fuck her, out of all people, you chose her?! We're getting married Hailee, or did you just forget that?" he asked nearly screaming at her.

"No, we're not. I'm leaving you, and you probably already knew that. It's why you proposed to me, isn't it?! To trap me in a marriage when you knew my heart belonged to her!"

"Why did you say yes to marrying me then?!"

"Because you proposed in a fucking restaurant, people were filming us, do you know how much it would ruin our careers?!" Hailee yelled back at him.

"You should leave, we can sort this out another day," she said sighing, resting her head on your shoulder.

"All right... I'll go," he said, and you heard his footsteps getting further and further away, until the door was opened and then slammed closed again...

Now what have we learned today?

1. Celebrity marriages and affairs are complicated, at least in my head.

2. Don't cheat.

3. Don't say yes to marrying someone you're not in love with.

[lilbabybackwoods]

these past few months i feel like i’ve switched between feeling like a scared little girl and feeling so sure of myself. i know im not the easiest partner to be with, but fuck i’m trying so hard not only for you but for myself. i want to be enough, i want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted while still making sure to be the best version of myself possible. my mind and heart are constantly at battle with each other, telling me your heart may be in another place, that you may want to run from me. i understand that we caught each other when we were both going through so much at once, that i may have confessed to you how i felt at a bad time, that maybe being fwb would’ve been easier for you. i can’t help how i feel though, you’ve always meant more to me than that, the longing has been there since we talked that one evening in 2017.

i’ll always remember the feeling when you told me you were going back to her, i felt crushed even though i barely knew you. something about the way you impacted me in such a short amount of time, it felt like i knew you my entire life. i felt crazy, i couldn’t believe that my heart that was cold at the time could feel so warm so suddenly. i know you don’t feel bad about it, and you shouldn’t- it wasn’t your fault. it was mine for falling too hard too quickly, i should’ve been more kind, more patient with you when you told me. i should’ve known, you’ve said it yourself, what you two had was otherworldly & ethereal & something most people will never experience in their entire lifetime. when you told me that, i knew i had to be quiet about how i felt back in october of 2023. but at one point, i couldn’t be quiet anymore, i knew that even if i was cast aside by you again, at least i could die knowing that i was honest.

i thought of you more than i cared to admit, those years we weren’t talking & even after you reached out again. all those feelings i thought i could run from came flooding back: the longing, the slight resentment from feeling left behind for better by someone who didn’t even know me all that well, i felt insane. and i tried so hard to hide it. so fucking hard to not tell you because not only did i want to respect who you left me behind for, but i also knew i couldn’t hurt the person i was with.

and now we’re here and i still feel my heart and mind tugging at my physical being sometimes, still wondering what would’ve became if i just never told you how i felt at all. if maybe being with me has added pressure to your life on top of all of the stress you’re already dealing with. i never want to add anything to your life except the happiness you’ve always deserved, the love you’ve always given to others to be returned back to you and to be reciprocated by me. and maybe i do that, maybe i don’t cause any issues, or at least that’s what i try to convince myself every day. because you deserve so many good things, even though i know you don’t believe that sometimes. i wish i could let this foolish heart of mine stop getting in the way of everything, so that i can make you feel what you felt for me a long time ago. last december. i know i can’t compare myself to what you had, i know most people can’t. but i can at least try to be who i am and hope for the best, hope that it’s enough for us and myself. i’m trying to be better, trying to be the person i know i can be.

so i’m sorry, i’m sorry that i get stuck in my own mind sometimes. i’m sorry that i bring up our old conversations, i’m sorry that i feel like this so often. it’s simply my own insecurities and worries that i’ll be left behind again. there’s so many things i want to say to you but are better left on here where you won’t see them, you’ve been everyone’s therapist for long enough. you’re dealing with more than enough as it is. you come first, you always have, and you shouldn’t feel selfish for it either. you’re not a piece of shit, you’re not a horrible person, you’re a bright shining light in the darkness that surrounds us every single day. and i hope someday you’ll see what i see in you.

and if eventually even if i’m not what you want anymore, i’ll still be there, cheering you on, hoping someday, you’ll finally get to sit out on the balcony of your concrete jungle home with a coffee and a blunt and a dog by your side, feeling content with how far you’ve come. you were meant for so many beautiful things, i know you’ll get them all. you deserve to get them all.

[the-firebird69]

Elton John - Rocket Man (Official Music Video)

He's saying I don't think I'm going to say this one he said maybe not and it is because Trump turned into a monster. He is very hateful and angry and angry ateveryone and he can't control it and you can't stop the max. So he's going to leave his family behind and he'll leave the little girl and symbolic. And nobody really figured it out but that's what it means he doesn't care about it he needs out and he's very simple and people let him go on it and people use people like that and he's being used by the empire and you can't figure it out but that's what it is. Now he doesn't want to hear it or believe it but it's really sad because our friend just left. My grand nephew his friends for a while with him but it became unbearable and yeah David was the one getting in fights with him with my grand nephew and that's because of fighting over the girl well Dave was it's because of what she's saying it's because of his DNA and it happens here and wicked fights and develop. He says he's going to Mars without her and when he leaves. And the other side has Venus in it and he doesn't want him going there so he burns him in Brazil. That's why Dave he's delusional okay thinks he's going to get everyone bottled up including you and you can hit everything else they said debris will work they're working a lot but not everything and he's a fool so he plans on doing this and you can hear the song where he is going to the capsule Mars is not a place to raise your kids and he's been telling his wife that here you don't want to live up there we have a family here and he's sick and has left and is mean and part of me wants to believe he wants to expose the max but that's not what he's up to that's what our neighbor has been doing and he says I can't do it anymore Tommy F can't do it anymore either but not in the same sense. And we do respect that both of them are suicidal TBI victims. So as he's leaving we're going to be saying we know who you are and this is not who you were and he'll be saying screw you and things and it's one of the more sad things that happens these days my grand nephew said I couldn't tell with my mom and she's not dying but she lost half herself and it's not true but she didn't think she was gone just acting different and it is true but it was sad and now you're going through it Sarah and you don't like it and especially your fault it happened to her. And it's not right and you're finally seeing it now this old piece of s*** has turned on all of you and he's going to try and turn on everyone and these two songs are about him and what I say is no there's more than two they definitely are his name is levon people celebrate him and they'll figure out what he was doing and he's a rebel that he fell really bad and really he has family and he has kids and he ruined that and my grand nephew has nothing like that then we know about let me know so it got really upsetting that he's doing that he won't stop and the max are pushing it and forcing him to do it and they do things to Grandpa too as hell but they're paying the price for it when they used to pay nothing

Mac daddy

[ihatemyselfbutidolovetea]

3/27/2024

I'm feeling better. There are a few stressors in my life right now but they just have to do with school which is fine. I have a few thoughts right now that I want to write down.

I worked out at the gym today. As I left the building I noticed a card in the parking lot. I picked it up and saw it was maybe an invitation to a funeral. I saw who died, just some middle-aged man. He died this year, 2024 and I could only think to myself, Jesus it's already 2024???? What the fuck happened. How much time is just going by really scares me. I felt bad about leaving the card on the ground so I propped it up against the trunk of a crabapple tree that was beginning to blossom.

I'm feeling a bit conflicted on the Teacup issue... She's been socially withdrawing from her main social circle, and instead of maintaing her connections, it seems she scrolls on Twitter, and bed-rots, as she and Schmudd described it. She just seems to... react to what's relevent to her world. That's a very human trait. But what's not normal is not acknowledging the wider space she's creating with her friends. This is pretty much a telltale sign of depression. Women are also good at avoiding painful situations. She might feel guilty for leaving her friends in the dark, but if she explains what's going there's a risk of shedding light on something with her. I'm not saying she's a narcissist, but unhealthy people tend to go into an unhealthy spiral because the healing process is painful.

I've always looked up to Teacup for being an honest and outspoken person. However, she seems to be outspoken to a fault She'll say edgy things, post her hyper fixations regardless of what other people think but she draws a line with personal problems, anything that could possibly make people close to her worry about her. I've listened to her speak on her trauma and how fucked up her childhood was, and she'd always frame it in a lighthearted comedic light. Most people do that, no one wants to give power to their traumatic past so we laugh at it. But this insistence of convincing her peers that she's fine and not to bring serious attention to her problems. I can see this in her relationship with Schmudd since they've been friends for so long. I think there are other factors to why she's not communicating with specifically him, but *A* reason could be that they have a very powerful and emotional connection so he has the ability to put her in a painful and uncomfortable position.

However, I could be wrong. All I have to go off of is theories. There is a painful conversation she's avoiding but that avoidance might have multiple driving factors. Schmudd has an intense personality. It's not just him being edgier than a /pol/ user, he has a novel on everything especially when it comes to stuff he is closed-minded about. Most people like it when their peers say yes to most things. Schmudd is a compulsive purist too. If you're doing something irresponsible then he will not like you. Teacup maybe feels guilty around him, not accepted. He said mourning over the CN building was stupid, maybe she thinks "well, if he thinks what I like is dumb then he's not going to care about my life." Personally, I don't care about what he says, I maintain a friendship with him wherever I can. I felt like a piece of shit when I confessed to him about my past with drinking, but we're past that now. She might feel guilty over wasting his time with the roommate talk, she could be aware that she was more involved in his life when she could live with a responsible guy. But after finding new roommates now there's not much conversation other than feeling bad over how the situation played out. Why doesn't she have a heart-to-heart with him about it? Well there's an admittance of fucking up in the first place. Not just with Schmudd but other aspects. Women tend to make bad choices but want to find some way of coping into feeling like they weren't bad choices. Perhaps saying some rather unkind things to Schmudd could be the result of that. Teacup might not be satisfied with her living situation. It seems like she didn't pick the best of roommates to bunk with. It was clear from day one to attempt to work with SNAFU, she wanted to move out asap, didn't want to wait for Schmudd when the opportunity arose, and might be regretting the decision. But that would mean admitting she made a bad choice, that she should have bunked with Schmudd, and now she can't and might have to spend money on living somewhere else. I hope this isn't a reason but; I've ruined her friendship with Schmudd. I think I would be hurt if my close friend of five years and I were cool up until this random person just walks in and my friend starts talking to them for hours and hours and have this deep meaningful connections after only talking for 8 months. Perhaps she liked Schmudd for all these values he brings to the relationship but maybe on some level she thought he needed her more than she needed him. Admitting to needing someone is one thing. But it's different when you've believed that someone needs you and then this other person becomes your friend's favorite person and you think "shit... I guess my friend doesn't need me anymore..." I really hope this isn't the case. Once again all these are theories, they could all be right or wrong. But I do believe there's an issue with depression and opening up herself to be vulnerable in her relationships, why it's happening, I don't know, and I might not ever know.

It is disappointing, I will admit. I idolized this woman for being confident and blunt with her opinions. I saw Schmudd praising her for this confidence and not caring what other people thought. "If you have something to say then say it." is what she said. It inspired me to be more honest with the people in my life and embrace myself no matter how much I hate myself. I wanted to have a connection like Teacup and Schmudd's. It makes me want to cry when there's a failure to connect. When I got the chance I didn't just want to have a connection with Schmudd I wanted to have a meaningful connection with my art senpai as well. I still want to try... I don't know how successful I'm going to be. The fact that she might ignore my attempt at a connection does scare me. However, I want to try because I believe we have the potential to connect, I've felt it since high school. Or maybe I'm crazy. Nonetheless I want to understand her.

Besides that Schmudd is still very important to me. It really bothers me when he's used, people sever their connections with him, or don't see him. He's been such a good friend with me that I just don't understand why people are cruel to him. Schmudd is not a perfect person, obviously. But the amount of cruelty he's suffered at the hands of other people is sickening. He deserves better. People have done bad, maybe some people have fucked up irreversibly. Even so, everyone deserves at least one person in their corner to support them at their lowest, be it a friend, a partner, a family member, whoever to tell this person "I love you, we'll get through this together." When he's been deprived of such things it makes me go "well no wonder he's put up his walls and doesn't see anyone as human and wants to go live in the woods." I'd be the same if that happened to me. While he can be venomous and almost take pride in being mean, I've seen him be a kind person. He consistently takes the reigns and does what he can to make people feel comfortable. When his objective is make this group experience go as smoothly as possible by being entertaining and charming, he'll do it. I think that's so admirable. Behind those walls is a kind person who wants love and acceptance from others. But all these traumatic experiences have cut off this need. The more he needs it, the more hurt he will feel when he doesn't get it. He looks to me, sees that I have needs so ignores his own to make sure I'm happy with him. And he makes me happy. He wants to support my dream however he can. Despite how good our companionship is, he will want to retreat into the walls, when my all my dreams have come true I will look to him and say "I am content, I no longer need you." And he will sigh a breath of stoic defeat and he will say "I hope you got everything you needed out of me." And then he will walk away, disappear from everyone's consciousness, never to be seen again. I never want to be that person. I never want to see him as a means to an end. I can never imagine walking away from him. So it baffles me why other people would cut him off.

Sometimes when I'm in a bad mood eveyone leaving me is inevitable. Sometimes I wish I could become only my content. That's all everyone will think of when they hear my name. "All I need Sophie to do is draw her comics and nothing else." Relationships are hard. People's needs are draining. It almost feels like people need the moon and the stars from me. But I love the people in my life too much to let them down. If they do leave me, at least no one could say I didn't try.

[l0serloki]

can you do fluff headcannons of a soft kayo x a shy fem reader it can be anything your choice.

please and thank you!

Valorant Agents with a Shy S/O

(KAY/O, Sova, Chamber, Reyna)

CW : GN!Reader, Shy!Reader

A/N : I hope this is what you meant! If you want something different feel free to shoot me another request. This was super fun to write!

KAY/O : 

He doesn’t understand why you’re so shy,  everyone deserves to hear you!!

‘You’re so smart Y/N, don’t let those weaklings scare you’ (he tries)

He will realize that you can’t really help it and do tasks for you

He helps you order food, talks to Brim on mission reports, etc.

Overall, he just steps up to be your bodyguard 

“What’s the mission report, Y/N? Did you even get the piece?” Brim sighed, anger apparent in his voice. You knew that the mission didn’t go to plan but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on you! Your hands went clammy and you looked away, anxiety coursing through you. 

“They didn’t but it was Chamber’s fault. His gun triggered an alarm and she almost got locked in. You don’t need to be so harsh, Captain.” Kayo put his arm in front, pushing you behind him. You could only look up in awe at the man. He was talking back to Brim of all people? And for you? You could only feel your heart swell at the actions, he truly did love you.

Sova : 

He’s so so sweet and understanding

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re not put in awkward situations/conversations

‘Let’s go at your pace, dove’ - he wants you to be comfortable with anything and everything

Best at communicating and asking you how you feel 100%

“Y/N, you totally did a great job!” Raze threw an arm around your shoulder, everyone's attention turning to the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shrugging her off. “I-It’s nothing.” You murmured as Sova grabbed your arm.

“They’re touched by your words Raze, but we must get back to work.” His hand squeezed yours, his breath fanning across your face. “No worries, my dove. I am always watching and here to help.”

Chamber : 

This man gets it but sees it as a challenge

‘No no, we will get you to open up a bit more dear!’ (infuriating but you know he means well)

If he notices that you can’t do something he will step in, hand around your waist the whole time

He’s totally going to tease you about it sometimes, he loves it though

“No, the screw I need is on the right. Grab the big one.” Chamber pointed towards a box as he continued tinkering away. You nodded, going to grab the item. Too bad Killjoy had left her bot in the floor, sending you tumbling down. You could only groan as you attempted to get off the floor.

Chamber’s laughs filled your ears and you rolled your eyes feeling the heat in your face. “Are you okay? That was quite an elegant fall.” You could only turn away as he continued to tease you, hands wrapping around your waist. “Is someone embarrassed now? Poor thing..”

Reyna : 

She will not let ANYONE speak back to you

‘I heard you were flustering Y/N, this is your warning’

She doesn’t know how you ended up with her considering how ‘scary’ she is but she loves it

‘We are so cute together, you are so sweet and I am terrifying. We are the perfect pair’

She loves you being shy and flustered and will do it on purpose sometimes

Reyna and you were teaching the new agents some tactics for the upcoming missions. The day had gone fine, until one of them decided to be a smart ass.

“Y/N, I don’t even get what you’re trying to say.” one of the recruits snorted out at you jumbling your words. It was hard for you to make big speeches like this and of course they had to point it out. Before you knew it, Reyna stood tall and proud. Her hand was placed on the small of your back, face smoldering with anger.

“Talk to Y/N like that again and it will be the last thing you ever do, I promise you that. You are a recruit and we are your superiors, I don’t care what you think. You will show them some respect.” Reyna’s hand patted you, your face burying into her shoulder. You loved her, but damn did she make a scene.

[soulmate-game]

Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”