#not even going to do this for diamond mining anymore

[mxflintoldblog]

I just read the worst take ever on The Ones who walk away from Omelas but i'm being so brave about it.

#omelas #the ones who walk away from omelas #ursula k le guin #''walking away is a stupid and useless way to protest because it doesen't save the child and it's in many ways the simplest choice'' #shut up shut up shut up shut up #even if you can't do anything for the child deciding you can't ethically live in a place built on the suffering of an innocent child #is not equivalent to keep living in omelas #deciding to walk away is inherently more moral than keep living there because you are not exploiting them #even if you couldn't save them at least you can separate yourself from the exploitation #also the author is talking about capitalism #because a lot of the stuff we buy is mined and built and sowed and picked by modern slaves and child labour #think about chocolate or the materials that go into making our phones or the emerald and diamond mines in africa #can you do anything for these people? mostly no. is chosing to not buy the results of slave labour better than buying it? yeah #i would also argue that anyone who keeps living in omelas is directly responsible for the exploitation of the child #since the torture of the child is only happening for Omelas and the people who live there. specifically for their happiness #so if everyone walked away the child would not need to be in the basement anymore #the only reason this child is in the basement is to make the people who live in omelas happy

[atl4ntxc]

“ 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭ú . ”

— how they confess.

RIDDLE ROSEHEART will make sure everything goes perfectly. this is his big day! he wants to impress you, he wants to see your awed face. he is willing to collar anybody that dares to go against his plan. nothing will ruin it, this is his moment. first, he would invite you to an unbirthday tea party, just you and him. then, he would spend the whole evening with you before gulping down his anxiety and confessing. “i’m in love with you, prefect.”

baking will always be TREY CLOVER’S speciality. he goes along the flow, waiting to get signals from you. how does he confess? he confessed by leaving a box of homemade truffles on your bed, a sticky note attached to it. “i like you, [name]. be mine? yes or no?” you couldn’t help but swoon, a delicate hue decorating your face. you took out your phone and ticked ‘yes’ on the paper, sending a picture of the truffles and note you received with the answer.

CATER DIAMOND confesses through text. although he feels like it’s one-sided, he couldn’t help but notice the mixed signals you give him. do you like him or not?! so one day, he texted you out of the blue “i like you! no— i love you!”. you just got out of the shower and was drying your hair before receiving a notification from cater. a soft smile appeared on your lips as you texted back at him, “i love you too. where do you want to meet up? <3 :)”

it’ll take a millenia to get ACE TRAPPOLA to admit his feelings for you. nah, he likes you, but not like that. right? he is so stubborn. literally everybody can see the way he flutters his eyelashes at you 🙄 though one fateful night, the both of you were stargazing— you rambling your thoughts away. “i like to travel” “i like you.” silence overlapped the atmosphere before you looked at him, confused. “you like me?” he realized he couldn’t sugarcoat it anymore. “you’re an idiot— of course i like you. you’re so smart yet so dumb AND dense!”

DEUCE SPADE is so conflicted. should he confess or should he not? what happens if he ruins your friendship? agh, it’s so frustrating! he just wants to hold your face and kiss every part of your features! why must you be so complicated? he asks his mother, now this is where it led him. deuce at your doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers while wearing a suit with his hair slicked back and a nervous smile. “deuce?” you stared at him then at the flowers. “[name], i like— no, i love you a lot! will you go out with me?” he trembles.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR is too lazy to set up a whole ass plan for this. yeah, he likes you, he admits— but he’s just gonna go with the flow, relaxing while letting fate do this for him. it’s obvious to everyone that this lion has the feels for you— i mean... he only uses you (and only you) as a pillow, cuddle buddy AND he lets you scratch his ears?? fuck yeah he likes u. if you haven’t taken the hint, you’re either really dense or really dumb. “leona, do you like me?” he snuggles into your shoulder and growls. “you just noticed?”

RUGGIE BUCCHI honestly doesn’t know what to do. i mean... he does like you, but he doesn’t know how to approach you. screw that, he’s 100% sure he’s in love with you. he isn’t an expert in the romance field, what do you expect? so, there’s only one way he confesses. asking you out on a date when he thought he was gonna die during leona’s overblot :D isn’t that so romantic? “hey prefect, if we survive this, wanna go out?” “ruggie what the fuck”

what the hell is that. JACK HOWL is the dense one here, not you. yes, his heart beats at an abnormal pace whenever you’re near, yes he misses you whenever you are not near him but nah, he thinks that it’s normal for friends to feel that way. this fr made epel hit his head and tell him that no, it is not friendship. that’s legit a crush!! now that’s when he realized he likes you. yeah once he realizes he just goes up to you and says “prefect, i like you”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO plans literally everything out. unlike riddle, his doesn’t go as plan. everything went wrong and he is about to lose his absolute shit. why must he be so unlucky? jade is putting his hand on floyd’s mouth so he doesn’t burst out laughing. just as he was about to ask you to meet him, the first years dragged you away to create another batch of chaos that are legit nightmare fuel. now at the end of the day, he’s sick of everything and with a fake smile, drags you away from these goons you call friends. “this took me all day. i will not let them steal you away this time. i like you, prefect.”

the moment JADE LEECH realizes his feelings for you, his eyes would never leave your form. it becomes a whole ass mission to find out whether you like him back or not, and it wasn’t difficult for him to decipher your feelings. oh dear, what’s this? you’re getting flustered over simple things that he does. this truly amuses him, and he enjoys every second of it. he holds your hand and gave a gentle kiss on top of it, a teasing grin on his face. “prefect, would you be mine?” JADE>>>>

FLOYD LEECH is a pain in the ass. once he realizes that he’s in love with you, he’s glued to your hip 24/7, it’s not even funny. he always say “i love you”. those words are always leaving his mouth. you might take it as a joke, but he is not joking at all. now, on a particular day, he wasn’t feeling it. so you know what he did? “floyd?” he kabedon’d you. “listen, shrimpy! i’m sick of you thinking that everything’s a joke! do you want me to squeeze you as hard as i can so that you know that i’m in love with you?”

KALIM AL-ASIM is trying his best, okay? jamil was the one who made him realize that he was in fact, in love with you. when found out, he was dying to tell you his feelings. so, the only solution to that is *drum roll* confessing his undying feelings for you! now how did he confess? inviting you on a carpet ride (pretty cliché, but i agree w/ the fandom) and showing you the true beauty of this world. that moment he realized, nothing could compare to your beauty. “i love you, prefect! i’m falling harder each day!”

love who? yeah, JAMIL VIPER is not confident enough to confess. he believes that you deserve someone better, someone like kalim, not a servant like him. although you like him a lot and he is aware, he couldn’t bring himself to confess. i strongly believe that jamil would try to make you hate him so that you wouldn’t get hurt by him. during his overblot, he banished everyone from scarabia except for you— who he kept by his side. that is when you found out what he actually felt for you. “don’t you dare leave me. i have fallen for you, and you will stay by my side forever— i’ll make sure of it.”

now, VIL SCHOENHEIT couldn’t believe that he would fall for a rotten potato like you! what spell did you cast on him, oh dear prefect? you’ve got him wrapped around your finger like a thread. he is definitely one of the romantic types, preferring to confess face to face. “potato, i can’t help but notice how wonderful you look today.” thanks for calling me a potato, vil. it’s highly unlikely for him to confess, so you’re gonna confess first. then, he would ask you to meet him at pomefiore, he told you to ‘dress nicely’. “finally arrived, prefect? i’ve made reservations, just you and me.”

ROOK HUNT is folding for you. he would appear during the most random times, confessing his undying love for you through poems. “oh, mon trésor—” “rook we are literally about to die” honestly, everyone questions your sanity. he follows you everywhere, sometimes it gets on your nerves. so one day, while sitting under a tree, an arrow was shot right beside you. “I love you, mon trésor. will you do the honours of being mine?” you could only stare at the paper in your hands. what’s your answer, prefect?

believe it or not, EPEL FELMIER would rather dive off a cliff than admit that he wrote love letters for you. love letters? haha what’s that? he’s so in love with you, i’m not joking. he definitely imagine scenarios of him protecting you (prove me wrong LOL). although he is very nervous to confess to you, he needs to man up for the love of his life! and when he gets in front of you to confess, he wastes no time to tell you what he feels... in great detail. this is honestly a great view, seeing epel all flustered and ready to be teased by you and his friends.

IDIA would be caught dead before confessing to you. nothing, absolutely nothing will make him confess to you. so, you will be the one to confess to this guy. he is too nervous for his own good, and would rather die than go through rejection by his long-time crush, aka you. although ortho knows that you like his brother back, idia can't help but feel his anxiety rise each time he feels like confessing. so he goes nope. i'm good 👍. so the big question is, will YOU confess?

it is clear to everyone that MALLEUS DRACONIA has fallen head over heels for you. just the mere mention of your name has got him smiling and feeling all giddy. the confession happened during a night walk with him, and as usual, he can't help but admire you. “child of man, i have something to say.” you turned to look at him and noticed how gentle he looked at you. "what is it, tsunotarou?" he gently cupped your cheek and confessed his undying love for you. his eyes would glimmer with delight once he finishes.

LILIA VANROUGE prefers traditional ways of confessing. he is an old man after all. he tends to scare you a lot just to show that he cares for you. he literally confessed like this: lilia was upside down when he spooked you. with a grin, he handed you a letter that smelled just like him. it makes you think, did he spray his perfume on this letter or something? the envelope itself was very pleasing to look at, a beautiful colour of beige and rose gold wax seal. open it, prefect! what was contained either made your heart flutter or not.

SILVER prefers simple ways to confess. of course, he asks lilia for help. while he had his head in your lap, you placed a flower crown on his head, making him stir awake. “did i wake you, silver? i’m sorry.” his lips curled into a gentle smile, pleasured to wake up by seeing your face. you could only look at his delicate features that were staring up at you. silver closed his eyes to continue his slumber, but before that, he whispered a delicate “i love you.”

SEBEK ZIGVOLT simply yells out what he feels for you. it was quite an odd scenario, him holding on to your shoulders while his face flushed a red hue. the tips of his ears turned pink as he stared at your face, eyebrows furrowed. “sebek??” he gulped his fears away and took a deep breath before confessing his feelings for you. “human! how dare you make me feel such things? you make my heart flutter at each mention of your name, so tell me— what have you done?”

©atl4ntxc 2023 — any type of plagiarization, copying, stealing, reposting or translating without my permission is forbidden.

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[venusiansilk]

꒰ cloud is closed off in public but clingy in private. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. f!reader. soft, whiny, closet clingy cloud. reader kinda doms him. cockwarming. pet names. 0.8k. nsfw.

your boyfriend might be two people. cloud strife is a public persona while your baby is a private phenomenon you indulge in quietly. in secret. only in the tender nooks cloud intricately and intentionally carves out for the two of you to love in. safe from prying eyes and nosy ears to adore you shamelessly in peace. stoic and aloof, cloud presents himself to others in a way that insinuates inherent strength. back straight and cyan eyes bright ahead, mouth in a stiff line or stern pout. he offers short answers and focuses solely on his current objective, never swayed by the shifts of others or your whims and charms. but in truth? your cloud is a diamond mine of ardor and romantic intent. cloud is a clingy man in a standoffish man’s denial. in front of others, it’s always your name said with a tone of insouciance, never crooned to the same tune as the song of desperation he sings in soft pants when you have him alone like you do now, hips grinding against his, riding out your frustration and making him take you until he’s a sputtering, overstimulated mess. “f-fuck,” he whines. “just like that, baby.” his trembling hands reach to grip your hips, thumbs kneading slow circles into flesh as he greedily grabs at you. he stares at the way your hips move to glide up his length, a sheen of slick left behind in sticky splotches, and slide right back down with ease, your walls clinging to the shape of his cock. “i shouldn’t ride you at all.” you gripe, soft moans fluttering in and out of your speech. “you don’t deserve it.” cloud whimpers, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer. “d-don’t say that.”

“why not when you can’t even kiss me goodbye? when you’re supposed to be my baby?” a charged inquiry, your hand slides into the back of his blonde hair, gripping and tugging until his head lulls back with his panting mouth falling open. ꒰ he left for a small job without you and when you went to say goodbye, he pathetically only told you he’d see you when he returned. he left without a kiss or even a pat on the head. the audacity of a man who’s supposed to love you. ꒱ “sorrysorrysorry,” his moans string together his apologies. “m’your baby. i am. i am.” your head tilts, your movements slowing. “are you?”

“y-y—” cloud can’t respond, chest rising and falling fervently. “ah, ah baby,” and he cums hard, trying to promise you he’s yours. clinging tight to you, eyes rolling back, cloud clutches at your hips, keeping them pressed taut to his as pearly streams of cum seep into your walls. “baby,” he whimpers, pouty lips puckering against your neck as he buries his face there. you hold him close, fingers raking through ashy tufts soothingly as he tries his hardest to regain his composure. this cloud, is so sensitive with you, so terrified of the day that comes and you say he’s not yours anymore, so terrified of the day he wakes up and it’s not by your side. this cloud clings with his arms wrapped tight around your middle, flushed face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent. when you go to remove yourself, cloud lets out a pitiful sound, something small but helpless and pleading. “don’t. don’t move, please. not yet,” he whispers. you oblige him, staying perched on his lap with his cock nestled deep inside you. true to his nature only you know, he’s gripping you tight, holding you to him and keeping you both as close as he possibly can. needy. possessive. savoring every second he spends with you, craving the depths of intimacy with you, the softness of touching in silence. “m’sorry,” he murmurs after a moment. “i should have said goodbye properly.” he doesn’t move and neither do you, but his arms grip tighter to you. you smile gently to yourself, turning your head to kiss his temple, earning a content sigh and soft kisses against the hollow of your neck. “you should have.”

quietly, he inquires, “did i really lose my spot as your baby?” “yeah,” you tease. “but i do have a spot open for a chocobo if you wanna apply.” he huffs a soft laugh, sinking into your silliness in all fondness. “fine, but if i’m your chocobo, you’re not allowed to go looking for another one.” “scout’s honor.” you say, squeezing him in your arms. “i’ll be the best chocobo owner you ever saw.” the cloud that chuckles in soft amusement at your antics rather than stares blankly or reminds you of the task at hand, that’s the one you know and adore. the cloud that holds you close and basks in your proximity, that’s the cloud you can’t get enough of. your boyfriend might be two people, but one of them is only for you.

© 2024 venusiansilk. all rights reserved.

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[stoat-party]

Fallout 4: Where is the Lone Wanderer?*

*a vague conspiracy theory which doesn’t actually answer the question at hand. We all have our own ideas of how the lore should go, and I’m sure yours is very canon-compliant and valid, but this is mine and I have support for it. Looooongpost.

First off: What do we know about the canon Wanderer?

We know they activated Project Purity (or had a companion do it) without the FEV and were inducted into the Brotherhood. We know they’ve met with MacCready (you can’t finish the game if you don’t), and he has dialogue indicating they had further contact. They also took the Brotherhood’s side at Adams Air Force Base.

We don’t know what happened with The Replicated Man, but since the canon Wanderer appears to have good karma, and info from 4 implies Zimmer’s disappearance was more recent than ten years ago, it seems likely they took the boring ending, which secures their membership in the Railroad.

Why aren’t they in Fallout 4?

The Doylist answer is that they’re highly customizable, and so they have no canon appearance, personality, gender, etc. But in-universe? Something happened.

“Accepting outsiders like yourself has proven disastrous in the past.” - Kells

“I've seen other soldiers come and go. Some were brave, some were honest... hell, some were even downright heroic.” - Danse

“Every doctor I've talked to was worthless. [] I don't need them... I need someone like you.” - MacCready

When Duncan first got sick, “someone like you” would have meant the Wanderer. This suggests (to me) that they’re not in the Capital Wasteland anymore. But they’re certainly not in the Commonwealth either.

The weird thing is that the Lone Wanderer is all over this game - they’re the namesake for a male hairstyle, a perk, a DCR song, a motorcycle brand… and the codename of Deacon’s mission to save the Railroad from certain destruction by recruiting the Sole Survivor.

Someday We’ll Find It, the Deacon Connection

Oh yeah, I’m going here. Desdemona’s terminal entries confirm it was always Deacon’s plan to get you onboard and use you to destroy the Institute. There are Railroad lookout posts near 111/Sanctuary and Red Rocket, and of course he followed you in Goodneighbor, Diamond City, and Bunker Hill (at least). His court jester vibe hides it a bit, but he’s manipulating you more than he’s manipulating Desdemona in the intro scene. And do you notice he rarely gives you a firm verbal disapproval unless you’re hurting the Railroad?

What could have caused Deacon’s interest in you, unless he’s made the connection between you and the Lone Wanderer? He’ll vouch for you if you haven’t accomplished anything yet, or even if you’re a Brotherhood member. A Pip-Boyed stranger emerges from a vault in the middle of a crisis, gaining friends, skills, items, and special abilities at a suspicious rate? Probably with the same gender and playstyle as the previous one? Heck, when he first heard the rumors, he probably thought you WERE the Lone Wanderer.

There are other indications the Railroad has been in contact with them — Desdemona mentions the Capital Wasteland as their primary destination for synths, and Deacon references Harkness’s recall code. If you refuse to pick a codename, Desdemona even assigns you “Wanderer.”

So what happened, then?

I think the answer lies with the Brotherhood, specifically in Deacon’s hatred of them. Sure, ideology is enough to hate them for, but Deacon sure seems suspiciously happy if you nuke their base of operations. (Some of) his comments on that:

“The Brotherhood... well, I met them on an op in Capital Wasteland a few years back. But now with Elder Maxson... Let's just say, not a fan.”

“That bastard Maxson really screwed them up. The Brotherhood used to be the good guys. Well, goodish.”

[Who’s Elder Maxson?] “He’s a piece of work, is what he is.”

And on his time in the Capital:

“Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Capital Wasteland? Now there's a tale.”

“Capital Wasteland. Exports: purified water, some decent tech, oh, and an insane suicidal cult that worships radiation. Thanks, guys.”

“I miss Capital Wasteland. You can actually drink the water there.”

And a few lines I’ve decided (with no evidence) directly refer to LW:

“Last partner I had wound up going... well, a little insane. I think it was all my show tune medleys.”

[After Maxson orders you to hunt Danse down] “See? This is what the Brotherhood's really about.”

And my favorite: “I’ve been looking forward to kicking the Brotherhood’s teeth in. I owe them.” This line comes before Glory is killed, so he’s not referring to that. The Brotherhood only recently arrived in force in the Commonwealth. He’s talking about something that happened in the Capital Wasteland.

So Here’s What Might Have Happened:

In early 2286, Deacon moves to the Capitol Wasteland for awhile, probably to get a face change and lay low for a bit. He contacts the Lone Wanderer, who has barely heard from the Railroad in nine years. They begin to work together.

(In context, this journal entry looks like he’s somehow gathering intel to predict when Vault 111 will open, but I can’t think of a way for him to get that information or know why it’s important, so I’m not going to believe it just yet.)

The Wanderer is still a knight, maybe a paladin. Maxson has been elder for 2-3 years and is monitoring the Institute. Meanwhile, the Lone Wanderer and Deacon are setting up infrastructure to receive escaped synths.

And then the Brotherhood finds out about one of the safehouses. With their limited understanding, they believe that the Institute is holed up there and attack. The Wanderer intentionally throws the mission — maybe disobeys orders, maybe downs a vertibird or collapses a subway tunnel, or maybe even attacks their brothers to protect the synths.

And, well-

Either they were killed, or they escaped court martial and execution by a hair’s breadth and fled the Capital, leaving Deacon to believe Maxson had them killed.

There you have it. That’s why they aren’t in Brotherhood dialogue or records. Their accomplishments couldn’t be recognized because they’re a traitor. And that’s why it’s personal for Deacon.

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[spooky-bunnys]

Haitani Baby Brother

Part 2

Sanzu couldn't believe his eyes. He raised the picture of the ultrasound up. He could tell it was real. He looked at the picture of the Omega and back to the ultrasounds. He got an Omega pregnant? Kokonoi who was on the other side groaned.

"Okay so I don't have to have my guys keep looking for the Omega. But now I have to give the brothers more money so they can help their brother. Nice going druggie." Kokonoi glared at the pink haired male who was still staring at the folder of pictures. Takeomi shook his head and snatched the picture from his brother and grinned widely. He was gonna be an uncle!

"Thank you Haru!" Sanzu snapped his head at Takeomi growling. "Why the fuck are you thanking me?!" Takeomi smiled softly staring at the ultrasound. "Cause I'm gonna be an uncle." Sanzu snatched the picture back. "Absolutely not. There's no way it's mine. I always wrap it before my dick goes anywhere." Kokonoi raised a brow. "Then explain the ultrasound. Cause if it's from our doctor then it's real."

Sanzu growled louder. "Then he slept with another Alpha after me. Cause I wore a condom with him." Takeomi stared at him. "It wasn't a condom you got from one of the girls who throw themselves at you was it?" Sanzu froze looking at him. Takeomi sighed and held out a hand. "Got anymore?" Sanzu immediately emptied his pockets. The members all picked up a wrapped condom.

Kakucho and Mochi walked in with a now calm Ran and Rindou. Mochi raised an eyebrow at the members holding condoms. Sanzu answered him quickly. "I wore a condom I got from one of the girls when I slept with their brother. But I swear it isn't mine!" The brother glared at him before one specific condom caught Ran's eye. He picked it up noticing the holes poked through it.

"Was it perhaps one wrapped like this one?" Sanzu snatched it before grinning widely. "Yeah it was!" Ran frowned. "It has holes poked in it dumbass." Sanzu slowly lifted the condom towards the lights. Before unwrapping it and pouring his drink in it. Watching the liquid hid the table. Takeomi quickly grabbed the folder with the pictures.

He didn't want the ultrasound of his future niece or nephew getting ruined. He was happy he was getting family again. After all losing Senju hit him extremely hard and how Haru turned out was his fault. He lost both his siblings. But he was gonna stay by Haru's side. Cause he was still alive and quite literally kicking. Sanzu threw the condom down kicking over his chair.

"DAMMIT!" Sanzu then looked at the brothers. "Where is he?" They straightened up glaring at their cow-worker. "Don't even think about it." Rindou growled at him. Ran stared at Sanzu. "Why do you even want to know?" Sanzu threw his hands up. "Because there's the smallest possibility he's carrying my fucking pup???" The brothers looked at one another.

The others could tell they were communicating without speaking. They always did that when they didn't want others to know what they were talking about. Ran shook his head turning to Mikey. "I don't want him around (Name) right now." Sanzu tried jumping the table but Mikey raised a hand making him freeze. "Why not? You both came in here ready to kill him over it. Now you don't want him near him? Explain."

Rindou sighed patting Ran's shoulder. "(Name) is honestly not in a good mental space to deal with Sanzu questioning him. He just found out he was impregnated by an Alpha he doesn't even know the name of. Much less who he is. Literally he almost broke down just trying to describe him." Mikey nodded. That was understandable. Sanzu scoffed. "What makes you so sure it was me then?"

Ran lifted a brow. "Pink hair." He lifted a finger. "'Beautiful blue eyes'". Another finger. "Matching Diamond mouth scars." Another finger up. Kokonoi shook his head laughing. "That's him alright. But beautiful blue eyes? Really?" Sanzu growled at him. Mikey snapped at Sanzu. "I need all of you to calm the fuck down. Now Sanzu. What do you plan on doing if the pup is yours?"

The brothers quickly interrupted. "If it is? It is! Since their hookup (Name) has been at home "sick"! There's no doubt who else it could be cause your the last person he slept with!" Ran quickly yelled. Rindou nodded along. Sanzu quickly defended himself. "What if he went out when you both were gone?" That's when Kakucho shook his head. "That couldn't happen since either one of them were with him or they asked me to look after him."

Sanzu stared at the picture in his hand. Could this really be his pup? Could he really be a dad? Sanzu shook his head. "I'm not fit to be a dad." Both brothers scoffed talking in union. "I know." Sanzu glared at them. Mikey quickly stood up raising his arms. "Well since our monthly meeting turned into a bunch of drama I'm going back to my office to get actual work done. I expect you all to do the same and Sanzu."

Sanzu looked at his king. Paying absolute attention to him. "Give him some time. Also take responsibility. Or else." Sanzu stared at his king surprised. Everyone started leaving the room. Takeomi handed the folder to him slightly smiling. "Congrats Haru." Sanzu growled snatching the folder from him marching to his office. Once inside he quickly threw the folder on his desk and slumped into his chair. Thinking deeply.

How is he supposed to take responsibility of a pup that isn't even born yet? What it isn't his pup? Would he still have to take responsibility? Sanzu groaned loudly yanking at his hair. He needed to do something to distract him from this whole "You might be a dad" situation. He grabbed the folder and opened his top drawer placing the folder there before locking said drawer.

He didn't need anyone else finding out about this. Sanzu quickly got to work dealing with the paper work on his desk. While the Haitani brothers were discussing what to do in Ran's office. "Don't you get it Ran? Even if it is Sanzu's he's gonna deny it. Even with proof." Ran leaned back spinning his drink around. He already knew that. But he was prepared for that.

He was getting tests done. With both Sanzu's and (Name)'s DNA. He hasn't told Rindou yet cause he knows how Rindou will react. Not too well if he was being honest. Ran sighed looking at the bookshelf where (Name) was resting behind. The brothers were worried about their baby brother. Sanzu wasn't a guy that liked commitment.

So they knew Sanzu wasn't gonna be committed to (Name) and the pup. Rindou was worried about how (Name) would react to how Sanzu really is. But what the bothers are more worried for. Is how (Name) will react to actually meeting the Alpha that got him pregnant. It's not gonna be pretty.

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[nariism]

a/n: fwb zhongli who catches feelings for you and mopes when it's time for you to part ways bc me and art said so. suggestive obv but nothing blatantly nsfw

You've become sort of a sore topic for Zhongli.

No, not because you've rejected him in any way. Not even because he's trying to avoid catching feelings for you. Quite the opposite, actually.

He doesn't know what you are. He doesn't know if he means anything to you below the surface.

Sure, the flings were fun—distracting, even, when he was stressed from work. You were only meant to be a good time outside of work which Childe so earnestly encouraged him to find. And you were for the most part wonderful company even when he wasn't tangled in bedsheets with you.

The problem is that he was falling hard and fast, and he's almost positive the sentiment isn't shared.

"You're going out again?" Hu Tao asks as she peers into his office. He's packing up his belongings and shoving your favourite snacks into his bag.

"Yes, does that concern you, Director?"

"Yeesh," she hisses. "Cold. Haven't you two made it official yet?"

"No."

"And that's because...?" She trails off, awaiting some sort of explanation. It's been months after all. Months. Frankly, she's tired of watching Zhongli do this back and forth without making any actual advances outside of... well.

She coughs when he doesn't provide any answer. "Are you going to?"

The man only sighs, frustrated with himself or with the Director, he can't tell anymore. And again, he tells her:

"No."

She shakes her head. He's utterly hopeless.

"My, you sure do know a lot about Glaze Lilies."

Zhongli's fingers twitch and he recoils from you. The flower he placed behind your ear shimmers in the glow of lanterns, sparkling like diamond itself is sprouting from your hair. You look so breathtaking, he thinks. Could he tell you that? Probably not.

Ah, he must have been rambling without realizing. A bad habit that he has yet to kick. It must bore you to death.

"An old friend of mine used to love them," he tells you. "My apologies for going off on a tangent."

"No, no," you wave him off, a smile spreading across your face—warm and welcoming. For a moment he believes that you're looking at him with something more. "It's alright. I like listening to you talk."

"You... do?" He questions.

"Why wouldn't I?"

He opens his mouth like he has an answer but it quickly snaps shut. Yes, why wouldn't you? He's surprised that you haven't lost interest in him yet simply because he's a talktative walking history book, yet simultaneously relieved that you haven't left his side.

There's zero dishonesty evident in your expression, nor is there any sign that you genuinely want him to stop blathering. But the time has come to leave you anyway. If only the night could be as lasting as his growing feelings for you.

The winding streets of Liyue have lead you back to your front porch. It must be well into the night—hardly anyone is around. The shops have all packed up and closed down for the day and even the croaking of frogs has quieted down.

You turn slightly, glancing at the welcoming entrace of your home. "So... this is it."

"Home."

"Home," you echo.

"When will I see you next?"

You laugh, seemingly amused by his formality. "Whenever you'd like, Zhongli."

A long silence settles over you as you watch each other. Your eyes bore into his intensely, as if searching for something in them. With the distance between you, he can't make out exactly what it is that you're thinking.

You turn to leave and it's a familiar, gut-wrenching feeling. The sight of you leaving him: sometimes draped in nothing but his bedsheets and others like this. And for some reason, this version bothers him infinitely more.

It's pathetic that he mopes about it, feels like a kicked puppy now that your date (if you could even call it that) has ended. The uncertainty of having you means that it could be the last time he holds your gaze, or it could be just be the beginning of your story.

He wants you. He knows he does. Would it be selfish to ask you to be his? Does he have that right?

Just as he's about to leave you at your door, once he knows you've gotten safely there, your voice calls out to him.

"Actually, do you want to walk around a bit longer?" You freeze, looking surprised at your own suggestion before continuing. "I-I know it's quite late but..."

He holds his breath. But?

"But... I just want to hear your voice a little longer."

It's a silly reason, he knows. It's even worse how giddy he feels inside, acting like a child having a crush on someone. He's certain you can see the melting of his expression, eyes impossibly soft.

The realization strikes him down like lightning. Oh. How could he have not realized? Had he been so busy worrying about how to move on from you while you were still in his bed that he missed the way you purposefully lingered around a little longer? That you were always the one asking him when he was free?

He chuckles—to you or at himself, he isn't sure. "Of course."

When you close the distance between your bodies, he offers you his hand with a blooming smile. He can't help admiring you under the warm lights of the harbour. You take it without question and don't let go. He doesn't either.

"Where was I?"

"You were telling me about why they only blossom under moonlight," you ponder. You're not very subtle with the way you scoot your body closer into his side and how you try to nimbly interlock your fingers, but he doesn't mind.

He had been blind this long. He would be remiss if he were to let the opportunity slip.

"Ah, yes." Zhongli squeezes your hand as you walk. "I should tell you of this old legend."

There's an uncontrollable joy in his heart when he realizes that, indeed, it is only the beginning of a long tale.

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[lethalchiralium]

Come Undone

It was the last large mixer of the mission for a few days, the target’s wife having invited you and your husband to join. Little did she know, Julia and Jackson Houghton weren’t married, nor were they real - they were Sergeant Y/N “Lucky” L/N and Captain John Price.

You had left John’s side early on after you two had walked in, arm in arm. Your earpiece snug in your ear, hidden by your perfectly set hair. The makeup was light tonight as you had done it yourself instead of the team Laswell hired, since they did your hair. It was all show, even in the salon - you and John making idle “married” couple talk, gossiping about your fake sister’s marriage.

You waltzed your way to the bar, knowing the target’s wife would be more than pleased to see you. She was an unlikely acquaintance, as she was described to be silent and hostile. The bartender approached you, you ordered a martini and a glass of water. You settled on the plush bar seat, resisting the urge to look to John for affirmation like you would with your bulletproof vest on and your rifle nestled in your hands. Now?

Now you can’t think straight when you think about him and those dizzying kisses he left you with late last night. It’s been an intense four months - going from thinking you’ll be single forever to making out with your captain. Alone. In a hotel bed. Your feelings were knotted together like headphone wires, all sorts of feelings stuck where they shouldn’t be. Then why did his lips on yours feel so right? Even if they were fake in the beginning?

A light touch pulled you from your inner monologue, you looked to your right to see the target’s model-like wife, Anna. She gave you a smile as you returned it, pushing the fresh martini in front of her. She nodded knowingly, taking a sip. You took in the almost empty bar, knowing the men had abandoned it to talk business along the walls - there weren’t many wives brought along, none of the remaining three wanted anything to do with Anna. This meant you had her alone, in the corner of the bar against the wall, somewhat private.

“I hope your sex life is better than mine.” Anna let out a soft chuckle, manicured nails tapped against the stem of the glass.

You instantly grew uncomfortable, you didn’t dare show it. Only a small smirk and a drink of your water. “That’s not something I like to talk about in public.”

She laughed a little, moving the glass to her red lips before she asked, “What, is he bad?” You shook your head, she took a drink before continuing, “Gross kinks?”

You were surprised at that comment, eyes widening and you stumbled over your words, “What? No, no, he’s…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say. You couldn’t think straight about him anymore, not with this feelings bullshit in the way. “He’s good to me.”

“I would hope, he looks bigger in the - what do you call it - junk than my own husband.” She took another drink of the martini, obviously in an annoyed mood. The glass was settled on the bar, her tongue lapped up the excess from her lips. “I hope you’re at least not hurting when you’re done.”

There’s just a moment where you’re able to truly observe her - long silver dress, scuffed silver bangles around her wrists and a forming bruise underneath. Her earrings were different this night; instead of the long, elegant pearl or diamond earrings, they were simple diamond studs. Her hair kept on one side, probably to hide bruising. It wasn’t uncommon that you saw her with bruising, her husband was a violent and easily angered man from John’s account.

She seemed interested in you tonight. Maybe distraction helps.

“He’s gentle.” You spoke softly, eyes catching a glimpse of John across the room. He was beside a few of the target’s colleagues and the target himself, all of the men were laughing. John’s smile didn’t have the same sparkle it did with you, you watched his eyes as they flickered to you. You smiled back, Anna followed your look. “That’s what I like. He’s strong everywhere else but with me, he’s gentle.”

“John-“

You were practically shaking with anticipation. John’s hands finally holding your hips as he kissed you - fingernails dug into the cotton of your sleep shirt. He was drawing almost every breath from your lips, like he wanted to taste the air in your lungs. His shirt was gone, your hands slid up his toned and hairy torso to his neck - little half crescents dug into the back of his neck by your nails.

“I know,” He breathed, knee coming up to press in between your thighs - sleep shirt riding up, you had just come from the shower when you were forced to talk in the living room. A talk that landed you on your back, pulling John down with you. Kisses fierce against your lips, skin, as he panted, “M’gonna touch ya, is that okay?”

There was a noise from the nightstand as John’s fingers threaded the hem of your t-shirt, you were bursting at the seams . He was going too slow, you needed his body against yours at that very second.

“Captain Price, come in.”

It would make your cheeks burn if you didn’t remember yourself coming to your senses, telling him to get out and that you shouldn’t be doing this. You couldn’t forget the way sadness crept into his expression, the tears on your cheeks an intense feeling after you locked the door after him.

You had fucked up big time.

“What a real man should be like, hm?”

You looked to Anna, her gaze full of longing and melancholy. Her curled black lashes had seen tears earlier in the evening, you could tell by the residual redness in her eyes. Your hand gently settled on her forearm, a comforting gesture you had not done before with her; yet she accepted it. Her hand settled on top of yours, gazing down at her own diamond wedding ring.

Anything you can get about their personal life will help the team succeed. The dirtiest, saddest secrets. Everything. Dig for it, Lucky.

“I’m sorry, Anna.” You spoke gently, a genuine condolence in your voice.

She shook her head a little, wiping a tear with her finger quickly. “Thank you.” She patted your hand for just a moment, a grateful gesture. “You are a good friend, Julia.”

You could barely hear Laswell in your ear over the commotion of the event, but you knew it wasn’t good. You looked back to John, who wasn’t looking at you as he moved away from his group to hold his phone to his ear. Something was happening. Something wasn’t right.

Anna gently pulled your hand from her arm, you looked back at her. She gave you a warm smile and you brought your drink to your lips. “Listen, I would like to invite you and your husband to my home for dinner.”

You honestly almost choke on your drink but you were smooth with it, laughing a little. “It wouldn’t be until Jack gets some business done at home, he’s anxious to get back to his office. All these suits aren’t his favorite thing.” You looked back to John, seeing him walking straight towards you. “Jack-?”

“Jules, we need to go.” He spoke softly, hand out and you instantly took it. You gave Anna a soft smile as you slid off the stool. There was definitely some intense look in his eyes, you couldn’t place it but it made your chest constrict.

“But-“

“Julia, before you go,” She held her hand out to John, a little look in her eye before she rolled them, “A pen, Mr. Houghton.” If this wasn’t John playing a character, he would’ve smacked her hand away. You’ve seen him do it. He glanced at you before digging into his suit jacket, pulling out a nice silver pen.

You recognized that pen. It was a pen you had specifically purchased for John years ago, certainly long enough to have been lost in between then and now. Your eyes widened a little bit as Anna moved to write her number down on her napkin, a crucial piece to accessing the Zharkov personal web of lies - it was quite literally one of the most important pieces that was thought to be unobtainable. You looked back to Anna as she handed the napkin with nice handwriting on it.

“My phone number. Call me when you two are free, hm?” She smiled at you, brighter this time. “I have better vodka there, though I can’t say I know why you don’t drink.”

“A story for another time.” John interrupted, his hand clamped on your wrist. “We really need to go, it’s important.”

You wished you could stay for longer, but it wasn’t possible. “Bye Anna.” You whispered before you walked away with John, his arm slid around yours as he pulled you towards the door, phone in his hand. “What’s going on?”

“Stupid fucks don’t know how to run anything while I’m gone.” He snarled, louder than his normal speaking voice as you two pass the target and his little posse of friends. John dialed one-handed, a number you didn’t recognize. Out the door in mere seconds, he got a hold of whoever he dialed. “Tell me what happened.”

“Jackson-“ You muttered, eyes watching the sets of bodyguards in the hall, you two walked even faster. You were almost stumbling over your dress by the time you had reached the outside world, the cold breeze instantly causing you to shutter. John just gave you a look. We need to leave. “I’ll-“

“I’ll get the taxi, take this.” He handed you the phone, you grabbed it without hesitation.

The snow was coming down thick, your long coat left inside as John hailed a cab in crowded London. He looked to you, noticing your shaking frame as you pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

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[judethejudas]

How Ghost and Soap would propose to you— COD Headcanons

How would our boys propose to the reader? This is what I imagine.

Ghost:

- This man would plan everything accordingly, months prior to the engagement.

- It’s important that everything has to be perfect for you.

- He’s also very calm and collected, knowing that you loved him very much and he loved you.

- Ghost won’t pick a ring just because it’s expensive, it has to match your taste/aesthetic so you’ll be more pleased with it.

- When the day finally comes, you’re completely oblivious. Good. He wants to catch you completely by surprise.

- Ghost plans to take you on a date where you first met— the coffee shop, where he was getting a tea and you were his barista when you two immediately became smitten.

- You’re enjoying a latte and he ordered his usual tea, his thumb grazing the velvet box in his pocket.

- Soon enough, he told you to close your eyes since he had a surprise for you.

- You obliged and Ghost went to your side, going down on one knee and taking out the box.

“I know it’s taken me a long time to do this, but I needed to make sure everything was perfect for you before I did. And I can’t go on my next mission without knowing your answer to this..”

Your eyes shot open and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, the tears beginning to stream down.

“(Y/n), will you do me this honor of being the love of my life?”

And you let out a choked yes.

And he slipped the ring on your finger before you jumped into his arms, kissing him and sobbing.

You both had the coffee shop cheering you on and congratulating you over and over.

________

Soap:

- this man will go all out for the engagement. Love had no price tag in his opinion.

- This man also had to give himself a stern pep talk in the mirror to raise his confidence up.

- That and calling Ghost about what he should do and if the ring was a good choice— also worrying about if you’d say no.

- “If (y/n) doesn’t want it I’ll take it.” “Shut up.” The two would joke and playfully argue about the engagement to make Soap feel better.

- Finally, he was ready to do it. And he picked your anniversary so it would be less suspicious.

- The ring he had gotten you was the most expensive he could afford, and he truly hoped you like it.

- He was taking you out to an expensive dinner too.

- All you could do was wonder how this hobo could afford all this.

- When he told you to close your eyes because he had an anniversary gift, you joked that it better be a ring.

- You opened your eyes when he asked you to and found him at your side, on his knee with a beautiful ring out.

“I know you wanted to wait until we could properly afford all of this but I just can’t do that anymore, (y/n). I need to make you mine right now. I can’t afford to waste another minute. I actually can’t even afford a piece of gum after this.”

He chuckled as you started laughing in between sobs.

“Will you be mine then? And you can’t say no because I can’t return the ring.”

Obviously you said yes to your hobo.

He slipped the ring on your finger and you two shared a kiss, with the waitstaff and customers cheering for you.

_________

Bonus: how ghost and soap would propose to each other.

Ghost: What did the lieutenant say to the sergeant?

Soap: what?

Ghost: I was going to propose to you but my dog ate the ring. Now it’s a diamond in the ruff.

Soap: Not bad.

Ghost: …

Soap: …

Ghost: …

Soap: wait a minute.

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[peptothesi]

He’s kinda cute though

Y/N saying that the JoJo’s villains are cute (and low-key flirting)in front of both the villain and the Jojo.

Jonathan

🐶 “Yknow Dio you’re quite attractive too bad you’ve got a shit personality”

🐶 Pause the battle music.

🐶 Both turned to you with a very confused look on their face.

🐶 You just shrugged your shoulders “I said what I said”

🐶 Dio had a small blush covering the tips of his ears but his smirk made you overlook them.

🐶 Jonathan is baffled and honestly wracking his brains for a response that just cannot leave his mouth.

🐶 The silence could be cut with a knife but there were a few heads that were watching agreeing with you.

🐶 “Why thank you my dear”

🐶 You wink at him and do finger guns (leave me alone it’s cute-)

🐶 “Y/N WHAT-“

Joseph

✈️ “Honestly I’d tap that”

✈️ Record player scratch.

✈️ Everyone would turn to you like WTF.

✈️ Lisa Lisa is shaking her head.

✈️ Kars just confused.

✈️ Caesar’s ghost just passed away again.

✈️ Joseph is for once at a lost for words.

✈️ Kars snapped out of it and cleared his throat before saying “Foolish human you would never manage to defeat me let alone tap me what a meaningless action”

✈️ You just snickered “No babe tap also means coitus”

✈️ Kars wrinkled his nose.

✈️ “My answer hasn’t changed”

✈️ You blew a kiss.

✈️ “What is wrong with you?!”

Jotaro

🐬 “Nice tits Dio”

🐬 All respect Jotaro had for you is long gone.

🐬 He’s leaving he’s gone the only thing keeping him there is cause he has to kill Dio.

🐬 He’s so sick of this bullshit let him go home mkay.

🐬 Dio is just chuckling.

🐬 “That’s cute but I hate to say they aren’t even mine”

🐬 “And??”

🐬 If Dio lived you may have gotten his number but hey miss Holly is top priority rn.

🐬 Jotaro is more traumatised and concerned than he bargained for.

🐬 “I fucking hate it here”

Josuke

💛 “Yknow for a murderer you’re kinda cute”

💛 Josuke whipped out crazy diamond just to check if you hurt your head.

💛 No? They’re all good? Kay then WHAT THE FUCK-

💛 Kira got flustered.

💛 “I-I’m afraid that the feeling is not mutual although you do have quite the lovely hands your calluses look so soft and spongy-“

💛 “DORA!!”

💛 Josuke never lets you live this down btw so whenever you’re in a conversation like

“I’m not too busy I’ll do it”

“Yeah just get the person who liked the local serial killer to do your groceries for you 🙄”

💛 Disgusted.

Giorno

🐸 “Oh my- dude you never told me he was fine as hell!!”

🐸 Giorno is internally crying and the deceased bucci gang is shaking their heads besides narancia he’s confused at.

🐸 “I- What?”

🐸 Giorno will knock you out to prevent anymore stupid sentences during battle then wake you up like- “Oh I’m so glad you’re awake”

And then smack you upside the head.

🐸 Mista gave you a high five cause he’d do the same.

🐸 This is why you don’t go on missions.

🐸 “You are the most unbelievable person!! Who flirts with the enemy?”

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[wandamaximoo]

You Don't Have to Pretend Part 2

Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: TW, Eating Disorder, Dark wanda, a few swear words, previous kidnapping, mind control

Summary: wandas intentions become...clearer

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1 Part 3

Wanda's Pov

I brought y/n to my cabin that was protected magically, just like the hex from west view but better, far better. I knew once I explained everything to her, she'll understand. If she doesn't, well then I can teach her a lesson.

I laid her carefully on the bed not that it would matter If I was rough cause I used magic to knock her out for a few hours but I didn't want to hurt her, I also removed the small diamond ring that bitch tried to claim her with.

After I made sure y/n was comfortable I pulled a blanket over her body and took out a book to read while I waited for her to wake up, I can't wait to have the life I've always dreamed of especially with her

Y/n's Pov

I woke up dazed and with a thumping headache. my hand flew to my head as I sat up, but I quickly realised that I wasn't in my home or at work. "wh- ..what the hell.. Where am i?" I stammered a little, then I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the room looking at me with a soft smile "Wands? Where's Kelly?" I asked, severely confused. What the fuck even happened?!?

"Don't worry about that bitch, my sweet." Wanda said in a sickly sweet voice, far too sweet to be the Wanda I knew, and she called my fiancée a bitch. I looked down and noticed my ring was missing too

"Wanda," I said slowly, "where is my ring?" I questioned, sitting myself up in the soft and unbelievably comfortable bed.

"It's gone" She said simply and shrugged nonchalantly and then got up, placing her book aside on the set of drawers beside her.

"Gone?! Gone where?!" I asked panicking far more, the ring wasn't that expensive sure but it was special to me

"Relax baby," Wanda lightly pushed me back down into the soft bed and I couldn't help but sigh a little "I'm gonna make you something to eat, you liked my paprikash, right?" Wanda asked me, I nodded slightly before I moved to get it off the bed again "Ah ah, you stay, you've had a long day. I'll explain everything after you are fed, promise.." Wanda smiled scrunching her nose up a little before she kissed my forehead and left the room.

I did end up getting out of the bed. I looked around the room for at least 10 minutes to try to find my ring but alas I didn't find it. I also didn't have my phone or anything else in my pockets like I used to have.

"what are you doing?" Wanda asked, I spun around and there she stood, with a sickeningly sweet smile spread across her face

"I need to call my fiancée Wanda, you know, to tell her I'm alright and that I'll be home soon" I explained to her, Wanda hummed and sat on the edge of the bed "where even are we?" I asked her, she looked at me with her beautiful green eyes

"Home." She told me softly, then she stood up and tried to get closer to me. I backed away "Don't do that y/n, you love me now." she told me with a low tone and a dark glint in her eyes.

"I don't know you anymore-" I whispered "And I definitely don't love you, Wanda." I snapped at Wanda. Her eyes went from foresty green to menacing Scarlet red in a matter of mere seconds

"You do love me y/n, you are the only one I have ever needed, and you need me, can't you see?! I did this for us!" She yelled angrily as my back hit the wall. She closed the distance that was between us and took my hands in hers "Please My sweet… don't make me use my magic on you.." She half pleaded, but I don't think she really cared what she had to do, I shook my head repeatedly

"This isn't right, Wanda," I whispered, looking away from her. She squeezed my hands a little

"Look at me y/n.." she said softly. When I didn't, she removed one hand from mine and lightly gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "When I say something, you do it." She grit out but then quickly smiled

"Wanda, let me go, I have a life you can't just take me" I told her pulling my hand out her grasp she frowned taking my hand and placing it over her heart making me severely confused

"This heart, it only beats for you y/n, I'm never letting you go, I wish you'd have just compiled, but I guess you really are just my silly baby." She said, taking her her hands up to my temples

"This isn't love, Wanda!" I told her with a spark of confidence she pulled away her hands, and I felt relieved for a moment

"You love me. Not her." Wanda spat angrily taking out my ring from her pocket

"My ring!" I tried to grab it off her, but Wanda shoved me down, and I hit the floor with a gentle thud thanks to her magic, keeping me from actually hurting myself.

"It's so small, and you, my love, deserve the best." Wanda grinned before the ring melted into nothing, I gasped in shock

"You're crazy!" I screamed at her with tears in my eyes

"I'm not crazy." She glared irritated. "You told me I always had someone y/n. that someone was always going to be you, I've seen the multiverse my Darling. We are meant to be." Wanda explained before a new ring appeared in her hands, it was a silver ring with a large red Ruby, she then took my hand and slid it onto my hand… I have to admit it is a beautiful ring..

"Wa- the multiverse?" I asked, registering her words properly now

"Yes, I'll do anything for you, my love. Just give in." Wanda whispered in my ear

"I can't" I whispered back squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears, I could hear her sigh and pull me up

"You want this y/n, deep down you know it" Wanda growled slightly before she placed me down on the bed, I could hardly even be mad at her, sure, she melted my ring and kidnapped me but she's only been gentle and- what am I saying?!

"Stay out my head, wanda." I murmured to her. She only tilted her head and pretended to be confused, but I saw the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.

What would kelsy no it's… what's her name.. why can't I remember her name? We are supposed to get married in the summer no, no it was spring? Autumn.

"Y/n?" Wanda said drawing me out my thoughts, wanda now had a bowl of paprikash in her hands "you need to eat" She smiled softly but I shook my head and crawled back

"Why can't I remember her name?- it's started with a k, right?" I said unsure of myself

"Just give into it baby, you'll feel better after.." Wanda smiled and I nodded slightly before I let her feed me her paprikash, giving in isn't wrong…she wants me she loves me, how can I deny that?

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[solaneceae]

blind devotion

a team bolas oneshot. codebreakers-centric (philza and étoiles) (read on ao3) found family, ambiguous relationships, fluff @apthotiosis tagging u because codebreakers heehee

“They’re not crow wings,” Jaiden remarks, tracing the sharp edges of the long feathers meant to catch on updrafts. “They’re too big. And you got extra bones and joints going on.” Phil hums, a hesitant eeeeeh with a twist of his hand. “There’s some crow in there. But most of it is actually—”

“Elytra!” Baghera quacks, awe lacing her voice as she croons over the white diamonds that appear beneath the grime and dust she’s cleaning out. “You’re part Elytrian, Philza?”

“Not exactly,” he laughs, pointing at the very human features on the rest of his body. “I’m not actually a hybrid. Not like Jaiden, or even like you. Those wings were a gift.”

Étoiles perks up. “From Kristin, yes?” he nails down, perceptive as ever. The rest of the flock oooohs, a little chorus of yes, of course, makes sense. “I like your wife, Phil,” the duck smiles, brushing out a crooked feather. She remembers the Goddess’s voice, soft and warm as late spring’s sunlight, pouring out of Phil’s mouth as she borrowed his body to greet them. “She’s so nice.”

“She’s awesome,” Étoiles nods, unseeing eyes reflecting invisible stars. He cannot see anymore, he’s told them, but he still fights like he can, somehow. “I see her, sometimes, when I don’t have enough sugar and I almost die. She tells me to take better care of myself, but I’m dumb and shit so it keeps happening.”

“T’es con,” Baghera chastises him, slapping the back of his head, and Philza snorts at their antics. He’s so glad Étoiles joined them, the memory of his expectant frame almost vibrating out of itself when the old crow-not-quite-a-crow approached him at Global, just the day before. The words had barely left his mouth and the warrior had dropped to his knees before him, like a worshipper before his deity made man. I am your arm, your sword, Étoiles had said to him once, long ago. Felt like long ago. Just tell me where to hit.

A wave of fond-flock-yesyes, the Angel of Death pulls Étoiles forward to shelter him within his wings. “Aaah, Philza, Phil,” Étoiles laughs as his friend pecks at his hair, crooning incessantly. “The goat, oh, he’s moving so good! So good aim!”

“No mames.”

“No maaaaames man.”

“Shut up dude,” Phil wheezes, a huge smile on his face as he runs his talons through the frenchman’s tangled, white-faded locks. Yesyes. “I’m having a moment.”

“Oh? He has a moment, okay. I fuck myself, I don’t move, I get it.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“I want to see you fly,” Étoiles says, quieter. Almost a whisper, that has everyone tilt their head in focus. “I didn’t see you fly, that’s bullshit. It must be beautiful, to see.”

Phil flashes him a wry grin. “Maybe. They’re pretty fragile, still. I don’t want to fuck them up all over again. Pretty sure the Feds will just clip them once we get back anyway, so.”

“Fuck them!” Baghera screeches indignantly. “Not letting that happen. I kill them first.”

“It’s fine. Just gotta enjoy ‘em while I got ‘em.”

Étoiles pouts at that, mumbles something in rapid-fire French that sounds rude. Phil hums and cups his face with a low trill, talons rapping on the space between his skull and neck, feather-soft. His friend blinks, cloudy silver. “What do I look like to you?” Phil asks, feathers ruffling as he spreads his wings wide, his fellow avians shifting to avoid being smacked by them.

Étoiles smiles, all teeth and greenish gums. “Like home,” he says, and it’s such a silly yet earnest answer that Phil could kiss him into silence. Mine, his hindbrain thrums, fierce possessiveness curling around his heart, and Étoiles laughs, that airy, high-pitched wheeze of his, because he’s making bird noises again. “And he says, he says he’s no hybrid, this man?” he mocks, tackling Philza to the cold floor of their cave to wrestle him into submission. “He’s a liar! Lies! You know who you are, Felipe Minecraft! Embrace it!”

“I am- fuck, get off,” Philza growls, play? play? Swoops Étoiles’ legs from under him to pin him down and they’re both laughing, batting at each other’s faces, talons carefully curled inward to not slice at dark green skin. Baghera and Jaiden cheer them on from the sidelines, loose feathers flying here and there, a viney tail wrapping itself around his leg as they roll and swipe and snap their teeth at each other’s necks, play, play! 

Étoiles loses at some point, freezes when sharp claws brush against his jugular. “Oh, he’s too good,” he smiles, tired and fond. “He’s good, and I’m shit. GGs.”

“Don’t say that,” Phil rolls his eyes, but doesn’t draw away. Étoiles’ eyes are squinted in twin crescent moons, and he doesn’t know if he wants to pluck them out to wear like jewellery or forget himself in them. “You. Are the best,” he chirps, pressing his forehead against the other man’s, flock, mine. hello. “I chose you. And I only choose the best for my family.”

“That’s us,” Baghera gasps — she and Jaiden have taken to preening each other instead, her bill ruffling through dark blue and green to dislodge specks of dried blood and sand out of her flockmate’s wings. “Bolas family, yes!”

“You picked Roier first,” the warrior whines, hands pawing at Phil’s chest, not quite pushing him away. “You like him better, no? He’s better, stronger. I don’t blame you.”

“Cellbit wanted him. I wanted to make him happy.”

“Oh, he is,” Jaiden huffs. “They’ve been snogging in the nest all evening. It’s cute and all, but I can only take so much kissing noises until I gotta vomit.”

“Hater!” her sister teases, bonking her bill against her cheek. “You’re just a little hater, let them be gay and happy.”

“They can be gay and happy and not slobber over each other.”

“I kinda like it,” Slime pipes up from his hole in the ground. Jaiden quirks an eyebrow at him. “...You need to get over Cellbit, dude.”

“Whaaaaat? You’re talkin’ nonsense. Put your mask back on, the fumes got to you.”

“Don’t you have Mariana anyway?”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Roier is Roier,” Phil cuts them off, catching Étoiles’ wrists to push them down against the stone. Mine. “You’re you. Cellbit wanted him, I wanted you. Simple.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” A croon, their noses brush together. Jaiden makes a gagging sound, which makes Baghera cackle. What am I doing? “Phil?” He blinks. His friend is looking up at him, eyes crinkled up in amusement, fang poking out from beneath his upper lip. “I’m already yours. You don’t need to go all birdbrain on me.”

“Sorry.”

“Nah. Don’t be sorry, be the GOAT that you are.” Étoiles pushes himself up, and Philza lets him. He tilts his head to the side, like he always does whenever he’s mapping out his surroundings. “Phil, Phil,” he nudges at the crow’s shoulder, vine-tail thumping against the ground in renewed vigot. “PvP check, yes? Sticks?”

“Bruh.”

“Come oooon.”

“We’re actually ahead today, let’s not die and mess it up.”

“Rhoooooo…”

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #fanfic #codebreakers #étoiles #philza #q!étoiles #q!philza #they make me ill #something about them just makes me go *pterodactyl noises* #please étoiles log back on #we need you to bring phil into the résistance already #and they were coworkers!!!! (oh mah gawd they were coworkers)

[saywhatjessie]

you should take your sweater off first, pal

Day six of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 6: Sweater Weather. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]

“What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?”

“I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.”

“This isn’t a lecture – that was clearly an irritated aside on a different complaint. The complaint being you are wearing my fucking sweater.”

“Well it’s cozy, innit! Ain’t my fault you only have clothes from fifty years ago and they don’t make things like they used to.”

Roy grunted. He wanted to argue that the state of fast fashion was not his fault and he should not be punished but, if he were being honest with himself – and he tried to do that more these days – seeing Jamie in his clothes wasn’t exactly a punishment.

“Well what are we going to do when your stupid shoulders stretch it out?”

“I assume you’ll thank whichever god you want for giving you a boyfriend with such massive and sexy shoulders.”

Roy growled. Jamie stuck his tongue out.

“Well seeing as the damage is already done, you can keep wearing that one.” Jamie preened. “But no more. I only have so many sweaters from 50 years ago, I’d like you not to disfigure the others.”

Jamie pouted. “Well what happens when this one don’t smell like your old man stink anymore? I mean there are worse fates for a jumper than to smell like Jamie Tartt, but it shouldn’t forget where it comes from.”

“It can’t remember anything, it’s a fucking sweater,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “You can just say you like that it smells like me.”

Jamie shook his head. “Can’t say that. You’ll get a big head.”

“We have fucked in my trophy room, I already know you’re obsessed with me.”

“Says the man who wanked to a youtube compilation of Jamie Tartt’s best goals!”

“You were there too! You fucking helped!”

“Well I know I’m fit, why wouldn’t I get off to me?”

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting sidetracked.”

Jamie retreated further into the sweater, pouting at Roy with his chin tucked in the collar and the sleeves over his hands.

Roy sighed. “I will wear the sweater when it loses my smell so it smells like me again. Happy?”

It’s all fine until Roy is called into an emergency meeting with the fucking Diamond Dogs.

Jamie grinned. “I’ll be happier if you give us a cuddle. I’m still freezin’. Honestly, grandad, you’re stinking rich. You can afford to properly heat your house.”

“I’m filing a complaint with HR,” Roy said as soon as the Facetime call connected. “I shouldn’t be called into these after working hours.”

Ted made a ‘pshh’ sound. “Diamond Dogs ain’t work, Roy! I’d say we’re more pleasure than business.”

“Well that’s definitely a call to HR,” Trent said, smirking.

“Higgins might be asleep already,” Nate noted, rubbing his eyes. “Ted, did you forget the time difference?”

“Little bit, yeah” Ted winced. “I never did get the hang of doing it the other way. So used to thinking backwards than forwards.”

“It’s not that late,” Roy grunted. “Higgins just might be asleep because he’s got so many fucking kids. Not sure what Nate’s excuse is.”

“Fell asleep on the couch watching a film.” Nate explained, shrugging. “Didn't mean to. This call waking me up actually probably saved my back.”

“Well good!” Ted beamed. “And what a treat it is to see you all in your comfy clothes, too. Trent is that a blanket hoodie?”

Trent hummed. “Softest and warmest thing I’ve ever owned.”

“I’m more surprised by Roy,” Beard said, totally deadpan. “I’ve never seen you anything so ill fitting.”

Roy looked down to see he was wearing The Jamie Sweater.

He grunted. “Used to fit until Jamie stole it. fucking muppet stretched it all out.”

“He’s like a labrador that still thinks he’s a lap dog even after he gets big,” Ted mused, fondly. Roy snorted in agreement.

“Why not just give it to him if it doesn’t fit you anymore?” Nate asked.

“I did.”

Beard raised an eyebrow. “But you’re wearing it.”

Roy growled, crossing his arms.

“Well,” Trent said, appearing very much like the smug reporter he used to be. "Knowing what I do about borrowing boyfriend’s sweaters – both being a boyfriend whose sweater was borrowed and having borrowed sweaters from boyfriends – I’d say Roy is performing the standard smell return.”

Beard grinned, crossing his arms too. “You’re making the sweater smell like you again for your boyfriend.”

“Shut it,” Roy growled.

“Aw, now Roy, that’s sweeter than an immediate hotel room full of chocolate bars.”

Nate nodded. “Suite full of sweets toot sweet.”

Ted and Beard pointed at him.

“I’m hanging up,” Roy said.

“I’m here!” Higgins said, call connecting as he wheezed through some requisite howls. “What have I missed?”

“Mostly Roy and Jamie being shockingly wholesome as a couple,” Beard answered.

“Aw!” Higgins smiled.

When they finished their meeting, it was half ten, and Jamie was already in bed. They didn’t do 4am training anymore since Roy was manager, but Jamie did get up and train on his own most mornings before they headed into Nelson Road. Gave Roy more time for all the shitty boring manager paperowk he had to do now but it did mean more early nights.

“No,” Roy said “Fuck off enough about me." He let out a massive bark. “Ted, what the fuck is your problem?”

Early nights they spent together because they were surprisingly wholesome. Fuck Roy’s life.

Roy removed his trousers and crawled in next to him, Jamie immediately turning to nuzzle into his chest.

“Fucking Diamond Dogs saw what you did to my sweater and think we’re sweet now.”

Jamie snorted. “No amount of clothes sharing could make you sweet. You’re Roy fucking Kent. You’re a bitter old cunt and that’s why we love you.”

Roy hummed. “Bitter like unsweetened dark chocolate.”

“Bitter like stale coffee you keep in the back of the cabinet for the weirdos who don’t drink tea.”

Roy smiled, a small thing that he was sure Jamie could still see even with his eyes closed. “Thanks, babe.”

Jamie hummed, his hand running over Roy’s chest. “You know it’s about the same level of furriness with and without the sweater,” Jamie noted.

Roy rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said, kissing the top of Jamie’s head.

“I know,” Jamie answered on a happy sigh. “But you’re really bad at it.”.

#Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #oops I wrote a thing #writing advent

[sourbinnie]

☆ diamond eyes.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> heavy angst ¡! ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> chan x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> time will see you realign but for now, he had to deal with the pain of your loss. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> implied character death ; grieving ; cause of death isn't mentioned but i think you can imagine (s*icide)

a/n: new format with the saddest song i could've picked up and a really tragic imagine, i'm sorry if this is too triggering. if it's too bad, i'll delete it!

to the edge.

waves kept crashing on me in the middle of this lonely beach in my mind. places i traveled to, to forget about the reality i lived in. the one where you weren't next to me and i had to live with the weight in my heart. the one where you had to go and leave me all alone because you thought that was a better solution. the one where we had fought, we had made up and i thought we were good but it all had to end too soon when it didn't even start.

i gave you 6 whole years. i gave you 6 years of me, of my life, of my soul and i have to live with the fact that you're not here anymore? wake up and feel numb? dread and sorrow surrounded me. it felt like i was floating for a moment as i tried to get up from our bed. it was always going to be ours, it wasn't just mine and i didn't know why i was making such a fuss over a bed and it's owners. 

this is how i spent most of my days now. trying to survive and not being able to handle the truth at all. i stayed in our shared apartment, i couldn't find my way back to the dorms. i knew the boys were worrying but i didn't know why, they knew i could handle myself.

or maybe i couldn't at all.

what mocked me the most since you've left, was the ring. the one i bought with changbin & jisung one day when we were out. they helped me pick it and see what would fit perfectly in your finger. the one that held the promise ring when you decided to leave me. that would've been occupied with this perfect ring that i bought for you but life had other plans and it eliminated everything that we had planned out for the future. a future that didn't hold any hope, just more suffering and illness to haunt me. 

i could not do it without you before, what makes them think that taking you away from me is the solution?

it was not easy to wake up, it was not easy to live through the day and then go to sleep at night. having those dreams with you where i hold you and i don't let go because if i do i have to wake up and you're not there beside me anymore. how many times did i have to go through the same routine? how much more work could i drown myself into till it's enough? till the pain is gone and it's all enough. all i wanted was to be enough for you and you didn't want that.

you wanted me to be myself, well here i am and you're not. here i am as i visit you every day, as i bring flowers and place them where you lay to rest forever in peace. here i am as i cry my eyes out and scream till my voice is gone and i have to leave again to die more and more every day. i just wanted to reunite with you one last time to see you, to hold you, to tell you what you deserve to hear and that's more than i love you.

you shined brighter than any star.

now as i look into the sky, hoping you're there, watching over me, i can't help but think.

how beautiful you were the last time i saw you and how sad your expression was. how cruel life is that it took you away from where you belonged and that was here with me. how egotistical and pathetic i was when we fought, how everything was always about me and how you always put me first even though you were the one that mattered. you were the one bringing a change to the world, with that smile of yours and that loving heart. i could never compare to you, yet here i still was and you weren't, you weren't here anymore.

"i love you channie." resonated in my mind, as i tried to not lose my breath again. how many more times did i have to go through a day where you weren't here? how much could i handle without you? why do i have to handle things without you? why didn't i ran out of tears already? why is feeling numb better than being sad?

so many fucking questions and not one goddamn answer, because you weren't fucking here.

you didn't take me with you, didn't think about how i would feel without you and now you're gone. how much longer do i have to do this? how much grief is there in me? do i have to do this? i don't.

but i want to for you. i want to because you would've wanted me to, i want to because you're my light, my world, my star and you deserve it. you've been nothing but good to me these past 6 years and the unconditional love you gave me, deserves to live on. i would do it for you, for my family, for the boys, for everyone. even if it meant i have to fake a smile every single day as a i relive that haunting phone call, i will do it.

i think i am never gonna recover, never gonna be able to walk into a hospital again and never gonna be able to look at the stars and not think of you. i think you took everything from me when you decided to leave. 

i think i died with you.

i think i’m always gonna live in the shadow of your death and i’m not gonna be able to get up one day and decide to fall in love again. love was gone, there wasn’t any left to give or take, you took it all from me.

you took my heart, my soul and all of my strength.

i don’t think it’s fair how i get to stay and you don’t, i don’t think i’m doing a good job of carrying on when i don’t get to see you anymore. 

oh how i wish we could’ve had that proposal, that wedding, that eternal love. now i had to reminisce about memories i never lived and pray that this pain wouldn’t be eternal.

but i knew that as soon as i got to be with you again, i would be grateful.

#skz drabbles #sourbinnie #skz angst #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz short imagines #stray kids angst #skz #stray kids #skz x reader

[ode777]

But yall aren’t ready for that conversation

(Lyrics below)

My Tears Ricochet (Taylor Swift):

We gather here, we line up

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

Mad Woman (Taylor Swift):

What did you think I'd say to that?

Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

They strike to kill and you know I will

You know I will

What do you sing on your drive home?

Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?

Does she smile?

Or does she mouth, "Fuck you forever"?

Every time you call me crazy

I get more crazy

What about that?

And when you say I seem angry

I get more angry

And there's nothin' like a mad woman

What a shame she went mad

No one likes a mad woman

You made her like that

And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out

And you find something to wrap your noose around

And there's nothin' like a mad woman

Now I breathe flames each time I talk

My cannons all firin' at your yacht

They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't

I'm takin' my time

Takin' my time

'Cause you took everything from me

Watchin' you climb

Watchin' you climb

Over people like me

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (Taylor Swift):

If you would've blinked then I would've

Looked away at the first glance

If you tasted poison, you could've

Spit me out at the first chance

If I was some paint, did it splatter

On a promising grown man?

And if I was a child, did it matter

If you got to wash your hands?

And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts

Memories feel like weapons

And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

But, Lord, you made me feel important

And then you tried to erase us

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?

Years of tearing down our banners, you and I

Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

Coney Island (Taylor Swift):

Break my soul in two looking for you

But you’re right here

If I can’t relate to you anymore

Who am I related to?

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you?

And I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering, “where did my baby go?”

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go

Over and over

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointment close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

The question pounds my head

What a lifetime of achievement

If I pushed you to the edge?

Will you forgive my soul

When you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?

#batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #the red hood #batfam #dc comics

[ladymarycrawley]

My Xmas gift - Mason Mount

Request: Can you do one where Ben is hosting a Christmas party and you and Mase attend it. Some girls at the party make it a bit hard for you to be there as they are kinda mean to you but thankfully you have Mason and Sophia there to  comfort you.

Warning: a bit angst (I wanted to get this ready before the end of Xmas time and maybe it’s not my best work, sorry in advance)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover @masterclassbaby @johnstonesfc @prideofpd

Christmas time brings a lot of joy with it but also a lot of parties and formalities people are expected to take part in even though the level of excitement towards those events is slim to none. That was the case with Ben's Christmas party: you knew it would have been crowded as the guy knew a lot of people, apart from the Chelsea boys that would have been there with their significant others, and that was the least appealing you could think of at that moment. Just thinking about that made you moody, already hoping to be back in the coziness of your home.

Maybe it was also the fact that it would have been the first time you would have gone out in public after announcing your pregnancy (not to the whole world yet, just to the people who were closer to you) that made you even more nervous .

All those considerations transformed into an annoyed grunt which left your lips as you were busy adjusting your dress in front of the mirror.

"Mase, do we really have to go to this thing?"

The grudge you were holding made Mason giggle, as he hugged you from behind, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror before you. His hand would gently move from your hips to your slightly swollen belly.

"Come on, we'll have fun, I promise" I whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You huffed, brushing your thumb over his hands.

"You know what I think of those things…there'll be a lot of people and -"

"...and you'll be alright, everyone there loves you and I'll be there too, there's nothing to worry about"

You would have liked to trust him, to trust every single word he just said but your guts were telling you quite the opposite.

“I love you”

“I love you too” You were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t realise you answered him with a tone that seemed uncaring, making him pout. As soon as you saw his facial expression you became aware and started asking him to forgive you.

“You don’t love me anymore” Mason started whining, wandering around the house.

“Oh come on, you know that’s not true! I love you so damn much and look! I’m also wearing the earrings you gave me on Valentine’s day!” You said showing him the small diamond hoops on your lobe.

“You’re wearing those just because they’re diamonds”

“You think I’m so vain?? That hurts me”

“Well you hurt me more!” You mimicked his whiny voice as he playfully slapped your butt.

"Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!"

"I can touch what's mine whenever I want" He muttered into your neck, making you shiver.

You gulped and took a deep breath, caressing your still small tummy to instill some courage to you and your baby.

For a moment it seemed as if all the panic that haunted you disappeared thanks to Mason who, with his playful bantering and his impromptu concert in the car, washed all your worries away, it was just you and him and the little avocado in your belly.

Nevertheless that magic broke the moment you arrived at Ben's and realised how many people were there at his party, judging from all the cars parked nearby.

"Why did you stop singing?" Mason asked while trying to find parking, knowing your fear was hitting you back.

"Cause we arrived" You huffed as if the answer to his question was something so obvious.

Your boyfriend gave you a side look, squeezing your thigh through the thin fabric of your thighs.

"Did I tell you how good you look tonight?"

A nervous smile crossed your lips as you squeezed his hand back absentmindedly. 

"Nope"

When you found a parking lot, you unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your purse before opening the car door to get down. Mason was waiting for you right outside with a small smile on his face, holding his hand out for you to take it.

"You look gorgeous, you are a dream" He whispered, raising your hand to his lips to leave lingering kisses against your knuckles.

His sweet words never failed to make you blush, it was still difficult to wrap your head around how charming he was.

The moment you entered Ben's house you were met with loud music and people laughing and talking out loud. 

The way you scrunched up your face, clearly not impressed with that noise, made Mason move closer to your ear to whisper that you had nothing to worry about and that you could have left whenever you wanted to. You nodded, kissing his cheek when Sophia, Kai's girlfriend, came to welcome you.

"Hii!"

"Hey girl hi! You're gorgeous!" She hugged you, being careful not to hurt your bump.

"You are! I feel so bloated and tired"

Mason left to go and look for Ben as he was sure he had left you in good company. 

"How are you doing, baby mama?"

"Good, I'm kinda tired but that's part of the part of the plan I guess"

Sophia laughed as she was escorting you to the nearest sofa to let you have a seat.

When you finally reached for a comfy seat, four girls standing not far away from you caught your eyes. They were beautiful, looking like models straight out of a magazine, all dressed with dresses that left little to the imagination. They were all giggly and the moment they made eye contact with you you felt intimidated by them: you could feel their eyes piercing right through your soul, checking you out in a derogatory and judgy way. The thing you didn’t understand was why they were looking at you like that, since you didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t even know who they were!

“Who are those girls?” You asked in a whisper in your best friend’s ear.

“Dunno, I think they are just some Insta girls Ben hangs out with”

“Wondering if Mase knows them too…” You mumbled playing with the straw in your glass, asking why you weren't born having that perfect body they had.

"Maybe he met them too but you have nothing to worry about" Sophia squeezed your hand as to fight those bad thoughts that were starting to crowd your mind once again that night. "He has eyes for you only"

At that moment, exactly as in a movie scene, you made eye contact with Mason  who was sharing a joke with Kai and Ben, and you smiled at each other, a sincere smile that still had the power to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

When you moved your gaze away from him you saw those girls making eyes at your fiancé, smirking at him. Were they really trying to flirt with your man??

"But - I can't believe it" You grumbled, angry and in disbelief.

"What?"

"Those girls are trying to steal my man"

Sophia moved her gaze in the same direction as yours and saw one of them literally eating Mason with their eyes.

"No way! They are disgusting…"

The worst part wasn't even that one of them wanted to get into his boxers but what you heard them say about you.

“Omg have you seen her? She really thinks he’ll stay with her forever just because she got pregnant??”

“Hell no, she can’t be so delusional” The brunette one laughed hysterically, moving her hair away from her shoulder in a way as if she wanted to highlight the difference between you and her. “He’ll stay with her a couple of months and then byyyyeee”

“Yeah! He can’t afford to be seen with someone like that, all bloaty and sloppy”

Were they really saying those mean things about you when you were there listening to them?

Your gut feeling was right after all, it would've been better if you stayed home that night. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Hey girl, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” Sophia giggled, offering you a glass of water. Unfortunately, due to your current condition, you weren’t allowed any alcohol but you would have really loved to drown your despair in some good wine.

"N - nothing…"

"You expect me to believe you? You should see your face"

You turned pale, the hand holding the glass shaking a little as your brain couldn't stop replaying the words those mean girls just said over and over again.

"Excuse me, I'm not feeling very well…" You excused yourself in a low voice, rather imperceptible, before leaving the party to go and find solace in one of Ben's bedrooms. You locked yourself in and let go to a liberating cry.

Kai's girlfriend stood there not understanding what was going on, the reason why you ran away. She did the math when she saw that bunch of girls giggling and hearing one of them saying "we got rid of her finally, all clear" she knew it was time to speak up for you.

Before she could start speaking, Mason approached her to ask about you, since he had been looking out for you around the room without finding you.

"I think she went upstairs…these bitches here have been saying foul things about her all night and she heard all of it. I -"

Mason glared at them before asking Sophia if she could go look after you.

"Y/N? Are you here?" She went calling for you at every door she found on her way until she found you shaking and crying, sitting on the floor.

"Y/N baby, what's wrong?" She sat next to you, hugging you.

Meanwhile downstairs Mason was trying to tell them off but without making a scene. While the girls were acting all giggly to have their way with him he wasn't impressed in the slightest and told them he wasn't interested as he already had an amazing woman by his side and that they should have thought twice about speaking evil of you. One of them had the nerve to confront him and say he was just wasting his time with her and Ben and Kai had to intervene to calm him down.

"You don't know her, how can you say these things??"

The party host had to ask the girls to leave his house as they were spoiling the evening.

Mason then ran upstairs to find you: when he opened the door and saw you on the floor, a crying mess, as Sophia was soothingly brushing your back, he kneeled down before you, his hands pressed on your shoulders.

"Hey, that's okay" He pulled you closer to his chest, your tears falling heavily with sadness over your cheeks, sobbing desperately.

"You're in good hands now" Your friend whispered, patting your shoulder lightly as Mason mouthed a soft "thank you" back to her.

When you calmed down a bit, he pulled you back to look into your eyes: he couldn't stand seeing your beautiful eyes all red and puffy with tears. 

"Are you okay?"

"I've had better moments" You giggled sarcastically, his fingers softly running through your hair to move them behind your ear.

Your fiancé sighed, wiping the remaining of your tears away from your face.

“I was worried something might have happened to you or the baby”

“We’re fine” You smiled softly at him “I was fine before those bitches ruined everything…”

“They can’t do no more harm, they’re gone. The awful things they said are not the truth and you know it, you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, amazing woman ever and they’re just jealous of you, they can’t compare to you”

He pressed his forehead against yours before kissing your lips ever so gently.

“You two are the best Xmas gift I could have asked for” That confession he pronounced as a whisper gave you goosebumps and silently thanked whatever god existed for having put that man by your side.

You kept your glance down on your baby bump until Mason stretched out his hand to brush it against your tummy in a loving manner. That simple touch made you lift your eyes to meet his chocolate brown orbs that meant the world to you.

“What about leaving this place and going home to have our own Xmas party? In our own fluffy pajamas, eating all the sweets the baby wants, because she’s the one who wants them and not his mummy…”

“He’s the one! Not me!”

“That’s what I said! And remember there’s a baby boy in here” Mason said his sixth sense told him you would have welcomed a girl while you (and all his family) were pretty sure the future baby Mount would have been a boy.

“Nope, there’s a girl here”

Your little moment had been interrupted by Ben who wanted to make sure you’ were doing alright and apologise for those girls’ behaviour. You said it wasn’t his fault and gave him a hug before kissing everyone goodbye.

“No more parties for me, I get too stressed” You sighed with your eyes closed, abandoning your head against the headrest of Mason’s car seat.

“Don’t worry, baby mama. I got you” He smiled softly before taking your hand in his to kiss it. 

As long as he would have gotten you you knew everything would have been alright.

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[thevirgodoll]

A Rant on Friendships.

You know… ever since I learned that being ignored or ostracized caused the same amount of pain in the brain as physical pain, it all clicked. I was never too emotional or overreacting to getting left behind by people I would’ve done everything for. I was grieving a loss. I was grieving having love exploding inside of me with no release.

As someone who prioritizes conflict resolution, I can’t fathom a life where extreme avoidance is the default. While I go through periods of isolation, I go out of my way to affirm everyone and make them feel safe. I can’t possibly understand doing otherwise. Maybe, it’s not something for me to understand.

If it was a romantic partner treating them this way, they’d throw a fit. Love them one day, hate them the next. And that’s the problem… we have normalized that behavior and called it a boundary. That’s not the definition of setting a boundary. Stonewalling is literally emotional abuse. A boundary involves reciprocal behavior, not punishment.

There’s such a selfish, lackadaisical approach everyone has with each other in friendships. These types of people are the first to complain about lacking friends, but don’t want to do the work to upkeep them.

Because I go through hell in my life by being disabled, I find it to be no excuse at this point. I find some way to stay afloat for everyone else, even when I’m drowning. I say these friendship sentiments often, but it’s getting to the point to where I don’t even want to try anymore. I am tired. I’m done overextending myself or waiting for things to change or for someone to recognize my story and just…be present.

The horrors are immeasurable, but we must endure. Therapy has taught me to prioritize vulnerability… so when I display that, and don’t get it back, I’ve learned to just understand I can’t have someone like that in my space. In my healing process, it’s become apparent that I have to see actions for what they are. I can’t control everything. I have to value myself even when someone else devalues me. It’s not personal, it’s misdirection… it’s projection.

When someone is blinded by their own cynicism and insecurities, it’s easy to maintain bias and mindset fallacies. It's easy to be committed to a narrative that doesn't exist. It's easy to perceive what you want to. But like I always say, perception is truly not reality. Knowing that is the only way to tear down your ego enough to navigate friendships and relationships when it comes to conflict resolution.

Recognizing patterns is a huge key to self development and growth, not just creating a self care routine or wearing a face mask or making a Pinterest board. Accountability is the step to mindfulness. Wisdom comes in admitting you don’t know what you don’t know.

And that requires a skill set that so many people are unwilling to have and refine. Admitting you’re the problem means facing yourself. People would rather turn their back than look in the mirror.

I do not wish to entertain dynamics where I don’t feel the love, where I feel like I’m taking up too much space, where I have to chase someone to even get half of what I’d give them.

Some people don’t have the capacity to be what I need them to be, and I have to learn to be okay with that. And even still, I have the upmost respect and deep love anyway.

I can vouch for my own character. I don’t need anyone to validate it for me. If someone wants to go choose rocks when they have a Diamond in front of them, then so be it. That’s their L to take. Not mine.

All love. Grateful for what is in alignment.

#i say this a lot but idc #thoughts #mental health #actually chronically ill #chronic illness #actually adhd #adhd #disability