#i am so full of rage at the moment. every time I’m going through anything i am left to fend for myself and get through it with no help or

[littledemondani]

Hello first time here at your page

I am a sucker for revenge, so how about we give to Fuckboy Eddie a good taste of his own medicine, i want to make this bitch cry a little

Does this makes me evil ?

warnings: 18+ mdni, brief alcohol use, mentions of public sex, fuckboy!eddie, fem!reader, no use of y/n, possessiveness, slight angst, fwb to lovers

it’s not evil at all! he deserves to cry.

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you’ve teased him about it relentlessly for weeks now. every time you bring up your coworker, josh, and how he’s the only reason you’re able to get through the agonizing 8 hours of work at your current workplace, eddie’s brows pinch and his tone gets snappy.

“awww, you’re jealous,” you’d say, looking at him with a slight pout.

“not even close, sweetheart,” he’d always reply back, shaking his head.

“whatever you say, munson.”

he’d then roll his eyes and look anywhere else but at you.

tonight, though, tonight he realizes he’s been full of shit the entire time.

the two of you are at a bar in downtown indianapolis, the same bar you met him at a little over a year ago, and you’re currently dancing with some dude.

eddie watches as you sway your hips to the beat of whatever hit pop song is blaring through the speakers. mystery guy trails his left hand down your front and over your abdomen. you make no efforts to stop him as he inches closer to your cunt. he leans down and whispers something in your ear, you nod along, then he takes your hand and leads you towards the back of the bar where the restrooms are.

eddie feels nothing but rage. he tells himself he should go after you, because he knows exactly where you’re headed and what you’re off to do. he’s done that same move more times than he can count, not just with you, but other girls, too. hell, he did it a few days ago after one of his gigs. but he knows deep down he can’t go barging into the restroom and beat that guy’s ass. the two of you aren’t dating. you’re not even exclusive to each other. he’d be going back on the conditions he set himself. so, he sits on the barstool, downing the rest of his beer and then starting on another.

twenty minutes later and you come out of the restroom, your lipstick smeared a little, hair slightly mussed up, and mystery guy’s cum dripping from your cunt onto your panties. you search the bar for eddie, expecting to find him with another girl but surprised to see him standing against a wall by himself. his arms are crossed against his chest.

“there you are,” you smile as you walk up to him. “i looked everywhere for you.”

he takes you in, his brown eyes scanning you up and down before he scoffs. “yeah, i’m sure you did.”

you frown at that, but decide not to push it.

“ready to go?” you ask instead.

he nods and leads the way out of the bar into the cool, november night.

it’s silent on the walk to where his van is parked, and you’re starting to wonder what the hell is up.

“are you mad at me or something?” you blurt out.

“what? why would i be mad at you?” he questions, though his tone isn’t helping him in any way.

“well, i don’t know,” you shrug, stopping just before you reach his van. “that’s why i asked you.”

he sighs deeply, almost as if he’s annoyed you’re even asking in the first place. he’s not annoyed with you. he’s annoyed with himself for feeling the way he does about you and not doing anything about it.

“i’m not mad at you,” he finally says, looking over at you. “i-i just —. forget it.” he opens the passenger door to his van and motions for you to get in.

you know exactly what he’s upset about. you could tell from the moment you walked up to him. you saw him eyeing you dancing with mystery guy and watching you leave to the restroom with him. you saw him glancing at you in your post-sex state.

“you know,” you say as you step closer to him. “you’re not the only one who can have fun, eddie. you fuck different girls all the time and i just ‘have to’ suck it up because ‘you know what this is.’ but when i decide to have some fun for myself, you get mad and treat me like this?”

you’re glancing up at him, nostrils flaring with anger and eyes glaring daggers. eddie opens his mouth to say something but you’re quick to interrupt him.

“if you’re mad that i fucked some random dude in there then i have some news for you. you know what the fuck this is, eddie,” you throw his own words back at him. “if you want things to be different then just fucking say s—.”

eddie cuts you off with his lips, pinning you up against the door of the van. you deepen the kiss, your hand finding purchase in his hair as you tug harshly.

“you’re mine,” he groans against your lips. “all of you. every fucking inch of you.”

“and you?” you ask, breaking the kiss to glance up at him through your lashes.

“yours,” he says with a slight tug at the corner of his lips. “i’m yours.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #fuckboy!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable Part IX Teaser

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Azriel growled at his High Lord. “I’m leaving. Now.”

Both Azriel and Rhysand looked worse for wear. Rhys’s face was littered with bruises and cuts and Azriel was sure he looked no better. But he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was that his mate was in the hands of that fucking sorcerer and he was going to rip that male apart limb by limb for ever thinking he could take her.

“We need to think this through, Az,” Feyre pleaded. “If you rush in, you’ll end up dead and be of no help to Y/n.”

Azriel’s hands tightened into fists. These past two days had been hell. Once Rhys had misted the Prince in the clearing, he had winnowed the three of them back to Velaris—to start planning their rescue mission.

He hadn’t even gotten two words out before Azriel pounced on him. He could barely remember those first few hours after she had been taken. All he knew was the anger he felt—the rage. The mating bond snapping into place. The bargain breaking. And her…his love being taken away from him, his heart and soul with her. 

And Rhys, the fucking asshole, had been at the center of his anger. For making him agree to that bargain with him in the first place. For making him stay away from her—his mate.

It had taken Cassian, Mor and Feyre to pull them apart that day. 

He had stopped starting fights with Rhys but his anger still pulsed under his skin, ready to strike at a moment's notice. 

"We've had plenty of time to think,” Azriel snapped at his High Lady, causing Rhys’s head to shoot up with a warning glare. 

“Watch your tone,” Rhys bit back at him.

“Fuck you, Rhys!” Azriel slammed his scarred hands down on the desk between them. “I’m going and I swear to the Gods if you try to stop me, I’ll rip your throat out!” 

“No, fuck you, Azriel!” Rhys yelled, standing up to his full height. “Stop acting as if you’re the only one affected by this! She was my sister long before she was your mate! Maybe if you hadn’t gone behind my back—” 

“Maybe if you hadn’t made us make that stupid bargain with you in the first place, we would’ve never had to! I could’ve had centuries with her. You stole all those years from us!” 

The second the bond snapped between him and his mate, Azriel swore he lived a whole lifetime. A whole lifetime they hadn’t been afforded. It had all flashed right before his eyes. His mate…His beautiful mate. She deserved so much better than this and as soon as he got her back in his arms, he would give her the whole world. He'd tear the sun from the sky if it would make her happy. 

“Guys, stop! This fighting between the two of you has only made things worse! Fight all you want once we get Y/n back, but you need to focus. Both of you. For her sake,” Feyre snapped.

Azriel ran a hand through his hair, letting out a noise of frustration. His shadows swarmed around him like a monsoon—screaming his mate’s name over and over again in agony. “You don’t understand, Feyre. Every single time I feel her…during those tiny moments she slips through to the bond…all I feel is her pain. He’s torturing her. How am I supposed to sit here while my mate is being tortured?” 

He turned away from them, unable to look at Rhys any longer as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He had completely and utterly failed his mate. Had let her get into the arms of an enemy. This was all his fault…all of it. She would’ve never even ran away from Velaris if he had never tried to move on with Elain last year. He put those thoughts in her head and there was nothing he regretted more in his life. He had never wanted Elain. He had never even wanted Mor. He had tried, when he thought Rhys’s sister was off limits, to move on. But he had never, ever stopped loving her. He had never felt anything for anyone other than her. 

And she had been ripped away from him before they could even have a life together. 

“That’s it,” Rhys whispered from behind him. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.”

“What?” Azriel snarled, whipping around. 

“You said you can feel her sometimes—through the bond, right?”

Azriel nodded his head, crossing his arms. 

Rhys stroked his jaw in thought. “He must be drugging her with faebane. But not consistently. There must be small moments when it wears off before he gives her another dose. That’s why you can feel her sometimes.” 

“Where are you going with this?” Feyre asked.

“We can use the mating bond to tell us when to act,” Rhys explained. “When Azriel can feel her, we know her magic is regenerating. We should stop looking at this as battle and more like a stealth mission. We bait Koschei into coming to the water’s edge the moment Azriel feels my sister down the bond—act like we are declaring war. Keep him distracted long enough for her to get back most of her power. Meanwhile, Azriel can slip into the cabin, release her from whatever binds he has her in and get her out.” 

“What about the wards around the cabin? No one can winnow in or out. Even Az’s shadows might set it off.”

“I’ll have to get inside without using any magic,” Azriel said. “I can do it. I can get to her. As long as you keep him distracted and buy me enough time.” 

“Helion has given Y/n some lessons on setting and breaking wards,” Rhys added. “Once she sees you, once she realizes she’s being saved, she can start working on breaking them so she can winnow the two of you out.” 

“And you trust that she’ll be able to do that?” Feyre asked. 

Rhys let out a long sigh. Azriel knew how much it would pain him to have to force his sister to save herself. Rhys had always been the one doing the heavy lifting for their family, always keeping his sister as protected as he could, especially after she almost died. But he couldn’t save her this time. 

He’d need to have faith in her.

“She can do it,” Azriel declared, full of confidence in his mate’s abilities. “She is not that little girl in the woods anymore, Rhys. You’ve trained her. I’ve trained her. She is more than capable of this.”

“I know she’s not,” Rhys whispered. “She hasn’t been. Not for a long time. And I’m sorry, Azriel, I truly am. You’re right. I should’ve never forced you to make that bargain.”

“Save your apology for when I get my mate back,” Azriel spat out.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel #acotar x reader #acotar x you #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar

[lostinlewis]

can we do “I miss you sex” or “after fight sex”

Hehe It is hard to decide which one I want more...

Mature - After fight sex

Words: 1.2k

“I said I’m sorry, what more do you want from me?”

You answered his attitude with a slam of the kitchen cabinet, you were not about to give him the attention he so desperately sought from you, it was too late for that. 

“Baby, please…” 

It was only as you felt his hand slide around the small of your back that you snapped, shrugging him off of you, recoiling like his touch made you sick, you finally looked at him, although when he saw your expression you were sure he would wish you hadn’t. 

“Do not baby me, Lewis. I told you to leave me alone.” 

You looked at him as if he was anyone else in the world, you looked at him with disappointment in your eyes, with a sadness that only the strongest of loves could conjure, you looked at him with a gaze that attempted to penetrate his skin with a thousand words you tried hard to not say, knowing always that you had a way of saying the most vicious things when you were angry, whether you meant them or not. 

“And I told you that I’m not going to, you can tell me to leave a hundred times but I’m not going to.” 

“Whatever Lewis, I’m done here.” 

You tried to walk past him, you tried to stay strong, but the very moment you almost passed him he grabbed your wrist, turning you back around to face him. 

“We can’t keep doing this, YOU can’t keep doing this…I have told you I love you, I have told you that it will only ever be you, yet every time I am pictured next to a woman you doubt me.” 

You tried to shake off his grip on your wrist yet it only made him hold on tighter.

“How would you like it if you opened up Instagram or Twitter and saw images of me with other men? What if the roles were reversed and you saw a video of me in a club with a man who stood a little too close to me whilst I had my top half off.”

Lewis smiled and you felt a rage burn so hot within you, you thought you might explode. 

“You think this is funny? Fuck you Lewis, Fuck you.” 

It was that rage that gave you the strength to wriggle loose from his grip, turning quickly on your heels you tried to leave once more. 

“No baby, wait…wait…It’s not funny, I would hate it…” 

This time he held you by your waist and you felt a familiar tingle, a tingle that was born from his touch, a tingle that made it impossible for you to do anything but listen to him. 

“I would hate it if I saw a man next to you, I do hate it when I see man next to you, but I would also remember that you love me, that you would never betray me, that no matter what those men said to you, how those men looked, they would never…ever…” 

Lewis moved closer to you as you anticipated his next words, a smile on his face as if he knew he was about to win this one, until he stood in silence in front of you for a second before dropping to his knees. 

“...be able to make you moan like I can.” 

As if you could do nothing but prove him right, the very second he pulled your shorts to the side and buried his tongue against your clit, you let out the loudest sweetest moan, your knees buckling in an instance, held up only by his hands on your ass. 

Lewis licked at your clit with a point to prove, you tried your hardest to not give him the satisfaction of your pleasure filled sounds yet the more you held them in the harder he made it for you. 

It was effortless how he carried you to the counter top, placing you so gently down on it, he never once stopped eating your pussy as you moved. Once he had you in place, once he had full access to every single part of the pussy he loved to devour, he really made the most of it. 

The sounds of him lapping at your clit, sucking at the wetness of your folds, his soft humming moans from how much he loved eating your pussy, rang through the air. You struggled against your moans, knowing that every sound that left your lips would tell him of your forgiveness when you wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but Lewis made it so hard for you to keep quiet, he battled your stubbornness with his tongue, his powerful, magical tongue, and soon he had you teetering on the edge of the most earth shattering of all orgasms. 

“Let go, baby…let me make you feel so good…” 

Lewis hummed the words against your clit as he felt how tense you were as you tried so hard to hold back. You were winning and he hated it, he needed you to feel how sorry he was and the only way he knew how to do that was with an orgasm. 

Standing back up to your level, he panted breathlessly just as hard as you did as both gazed unsatisfied. 

“You’re such a stubborn girl, such a stubborn girl…” 

You were so hypnotised by the glistening of juices in his beard, you hadn’t even noticed that he was carefully undoing his belt until the very moment you heard it drop to the floor. 

He saw your eyes widen with anticipation, a knowing of what was to come next, an understanding that within a few minutes he would win this argument and you would be forced to forgive him. 

“...you don’t wanna let me taste your orgasm tonight? Fine, but you will give it to me regardless.” 

Before the last words left his lips he pushed inside of you, bottoming out within you with such force it was only the wall behind you that held you in place. 

No longer could you hold in your moans, not now that he stretched you out with his thickness, you were powerless to him, awash with pleasure in an instant as he pounded you with every intent of making you crumble within minutes. 

“I love you baby, I love you…only you…only ever you…” 

His voice was gruff now, hoarse from the intensity of which he fucked you. This was for you, every single stroke was for your pleasure only and you knew it too. 

“Please baby, let me have it…please…” 

His pleas were for a mercy that meant so much more than the orgasm you permitted him, as you crumbled underneath his weight, screaming out pleasure filled moans into the air, you knew his pleas were weighted in a need for you to forgive him for a crime he was mostly innocent of. 

Most other men would have carried on until they finished too, but not Lewis. That was for you, that was all for you, and the very moment he knew that you were satisfied entirely he pulled out of you and hugged you into his chest to soothe you. 

“You’re my everything baby, don’t ever forget that.” 

#LHex #my inability to keep it short and sweet is SO frustrating

[glasskey]

Justice THT Style - Part 4 - Tuello

Today I’m going to be discussing Tuello and all his various forms of justice. Tuello’s had quite a journey lately and as his allegiance to June grows, so too his sense of Justice must also change.

In season 4, when Fred was at the top of everyone’s shit list, we were finally given a proper introduction to Mark Tuello (YAY). As a character he seems to have an almost Teflon like quality, he’s likeable to the point of being cuddly, and even when he does fuck up he seems to redeem himself without so much as a scratch. I love Tuello, he’s extremely layered and I’m always on board for the onions in any cast of characters. Tuello is, for all intents and purposes, the Nick Blaine of Canada. They both occupy positions of power and judgement and like Blaine, Tuello acts like a light in the dark whenever June needs to find safe harbour.

As a diplomat it’s expected that Tuello’s sense of justice is strictly procedural and in season 4 he bargains with Fred to acquire him as an asset. But he’s a complicated guy, Tuello feels Junes rage and frustration, he knows Fred is a POS who doesn’t deserve immunity and a quiet house in the suburbs. He knows full well that by handing over Fred to Gilead he’ll be sentencing him to death, but regardless he marches him with firm righteousness across the border and does just that.

The similarities between this and Blaine's walk with Fred through the woods seemed to foretell the partnership between these two men in delivering justice that was at last cemented in season 5. With both men Fred stops mid walk to rage indignantly at them, only to be brutally rebuffed each time. I am not joking when I say the very SECOND I saw Blaine jump out of that truck and flash those suspenders (sweet mother of Mary) I knew their partnership would come to pass.

Like Blaine he’s not really one to revel in retributive justice, but in this case he was happy to partake and in season 5 he stopped by Junes’ house to give her an unexpected pat on the back for her murderous endeavours. Tuello also seemed to have an intimate knowledge of what this would ultimately cost June personally…..the figurative second grave.

Tuello may be truly benevolent, but every move he makes is a precise and purposeful attempt at the restoration of democracy to a broken country. Tuello likes Blaine, he honestly believes he is an “honourable man” and he’s truly awed by Nicks love for June. He’s a romantic and he simply can’t understand why Serena would go back to Fred or why Nick didn’t run away with June. He’s visibly heart broken when Blaine professes that he feels worthless and I was utterly convinced in that moment that Tuello would need to light the way, if Nick was ever to hope to make it back to June.

As romantic as he may be, he’s no fool, he makes Nick sign a contract and he intends to hold him to it. Nick Blaine is a HUGE asset to Tuello, ultimately taking the place that Fred would have occupied as a source of information about the inner workings of Gilead, this may mean that Nick is in for a long haul as a double agent. Tuello is ultimately a real messenger of peace; his kindness towards Blaine, his repeated attempts to help Serena, his attempt to rescue Hannah and his warnings about New Bethlehem, all testify to this. Everything about Tuello is designed to command respect, but in his case its done with a kind word and a contract instead of a noose. Tuello has been constructed to be almost father figure like in nature. There’s something wonderfully comforting about his presence; he has a voice that could read you off into a blissful slumber and he’s rarely seen dressed in anything but a well tailored suit.

Tuello is remarkably cool headed in most situations, even those that should send him into a tail spin. I’ve only seen him get slightly flustered once or twice, the most notable being when June neglected to make an appointment and surprised him jogging. To be fair, no one looks their best clammy and gasping for breath, and lets face it their last encounter didn’t really end on a high note.

While I’m thrilled to have Tuello along as an ally, I’m acutely aware that everything about him screams (in a warm caramel voice) the virtues of restorative justice, and I’m wondering how well our lovely diplomat will fair once he’s seen some actual corpses swing. Tuello, like Blaine, may want to stick to the rule of moral and law, but I fear that as Gilead seeps across the border, he may quickly come to realise that stronger methods will be required in order to restore peace. Next time I’ll be discussing the use of Tokens in THT. What are they and what do they mean? See you then.

#nick x june #june x nick #june osborne #max minghella #hulu streaming #nick blaine #mark tuello #osblaine #the handmaids tale hulu #elisabeth moss #sam jaeger #the nick blaine of canada #bruce miller #hulu series #tv series #handmaid's tale #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu

[coughdontfeelwellcough]

Sicktember - 'But if you stay, you'll get sick too."

Fandom: my ocs Sophie and Casper.

Words: 2116

Author's notes: Final part of the trilogy with these two. I really enjoyed writting these characters so I think they'll make a return in the future. I hope you've enjoyed them :)

Part one, part two

Rain hammered against the window, a storm had been raging for hours but it wasn’t the sound of the wind howling that woke Capser. He rolled over in bed, coughing harshly. He’d gone to bed feeling a bit run down and tired only to be woken up with a cough and fever. He shivered, pulling his duvet up around his ears, his throat felt like he’d swallowed knives and he couldn’t breathe through his nose. He knew the flu had been doing the rounds and he’d meant to get his flu shot but Christmas was a busy time for the bookshop and he’d forgotten about it. Now he was regretting it, along with every decision he’d ever made that led him to this moment. 

“hh..HHh-HGHT-Hew… hh..HH…HHhh-HGHHST-Hhw…Ew…” Casper sneezed into his cover and sniffled thickly.

He thought about trying to go back to sleep but his body had other ideas, forcing him to sit up as he coughed productively into his sleeve. He groaned, his head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and his joints ached like an old mans, still he forced himself out of bed. Pulling his blanket with him, Casper stumbled to the sofa in search of his phone and for the first time ever he called in sick. Mr Ludwig was a good boss and even asked if Casper needed anything before telling him to get some rest and they’d speak when he felt better. Casper then too tired to crawl back to bed, curled up on the sofa still coughing and tried to sleep.

Sophie opened Wildcraft as usual, serving her normal batch of early morning customers and noting Capser wasn’t among them. They’d grown a little closer since the laryngitis incident and Sophie found she looked forward to their daily conversations.  As the clock ticked on she started to feel anxious, Casper wasn’t normally one to be late and she kicked herself for never bothering to get his number.

She tried to continue as normal though when the clock struck eleven, a full two hours after The Nook would usually open its doors and no one appeared, she decided she couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

Sophie put the ‘back in ten minutes’ sign in the window and started the walk to Capser’s flat. There was a alleyway to the right of the chinese restaurant that led to a set of stairs and then a door, Sophie could only assume it was Casper’s. She knocked at the door and waited. A few minutes passed but no one came. 

“Casper? Casper, it’s Sophie,” she knocked again, a little louder. 

There was a shuffling behind the door before it opened a crack and Casper peaked out. Even through the gap she could see he was ill, he was pale, eyes glassy with fever and his nose and cheeks were flushed.

“Soph? What’re doi’g here?” His voice was so stuffy it was almost inaudible. 

“I came to check on you and Jesus, you sound awful.”

“Thigk it’s the flu..” he had to stop to cough productively into his arm, thick and chesty. 

“No kidding, can I get you anything?” she asked. 

“I… hhHHHHH-HTGHHT-HWW… HH..hhhHH-HGZZHT-HHWW..” He sneezed harshly and shivered miserably, clutching his blanket around his shoulders.

“What I am doing letting you stand here? Go sit down before you get any worse.” 

Casper considered her for a moment, debating whether to let the almost stranger in his flat before shrugging and shuffling back to the sofa. 

Sophie followed, closing the door behind them. Casper’s flat was small but inviting, it had a little kitchen diner with one chair at a table, a bigger living room with a large sofa and a hallway which no doubt led to the bathroom and bedroom. He collapsed onto the sofa with a stuffy groan, wrapping his blanket around himself. 

“Sorry about the mess,” he croaked. 

“No, no, don’t worry about it. I’m the way who invited myself over… Sorry about that, I just got worried when you didn’t show up for work.” 

“Called in sick, first time ever. Feel like ‘m dying.. hhHHhhH-HTGZH-TSHH… HTGZHH-TSGHH… uuHUH-TISSHHEW…” Casper sneezed wetly into his sleeve which triggered a coughing fit, forcing him to upright as harsh coughs tore through his chest. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Sophie sat beside him, patting his back as he struggled to calm his breathing. 

“Well, that hurt,” Casper rasped, pushing his sweaty hair out his face. He looked so pitiful that Sophie’s heart went out to him. 

“Can I get you anything? Tea, soup, medicine?” she asked. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” 

“Too late for that, I’m already worried about you. No offence Cas but you sound like death.” 

Casper raised a tiny smile and coughed lightly into his fist. “Some tea would be wonderful.” 

“Okay, just try not to die while I’m gone.” 

It took a few minutes to locate everything she needed in Casper’s kitchen but she managed to make the tea. She’d used the largest mug she could fit, it was shaped like a dinosaur with the words ‘Tea-Rex’ on the side. 

“You found my favourite cup,” Casper croaked as she passed it to him. 

“Well, it was definitely the best one in the cupboard.” 

“Thank you Sophie, for everything but if you stay, you’ll get sick.” 

“Don’t worry about that, I should be getting back to the bakery anyway. I just want to make sure you weren’t dying.” 

“Not dying, just sick.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” she asked. 

Casper shook his head, sniffling. “I think I just need to sleep it off.” 

After an extra five minutes they’d exchanged numbers and Sophie was on her way back to the bakery, a queue of people had assembled outside and she had to make some lie about needing more coffee. 

For the rest of the day Sophie couldn’t get the sick man out of her head, she tried texting him at lunch time to see if he was awake but got no reply. Hopefully that meant he was sleeping. Though when the time finally came to turn the sign to closed and lock the door she still hadn’t heard from Casper. She’d tried texting him a few more times but it all came to nothing, she even tried calling but it just went to voicemail. 

Now it felt like something was definitely wrong. When she’d left him he’d taken no medicine and god knows the last time he’d eaten. The anxiety washed over her and before she knew it Sophie was out the door and on her back to Casper’s. 

When Casper woke up he somehow felt worse. It was like all his symptoms had ganged up on him. He’d fallen asleep on the sofa not long after Sophie had left, hoping it would make him feel better. Seemed he’d been wrong. His head swam as he pushed himself up and coughed miserably into his fist. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so ill, probably when he’d had pneumonia in college and his mum had forced him to go anyway. He’d ended up spending nearly two weeks in the hospital. 

“hhHH-HTSHH-UHW… HHhhHSH-UGHHW…” Casper sneezed and reached for a box of tissues he could not remember buying. In fact his coffee table was filled with medicine that was definitely not there earlier. It was only after blowing his nose he realised that his kitchen light was on and despite the stuffiness in his ears he could hear singing. Casper dragged himself to his feet, pulling his blankets tightly around his shoulders and trudged toward the light. 

Sophie was standing in his kitchen, a pot on the stove boiling as she chopped up some veg. She hadn’t heard him approach and may not have done if he hadn’t started hacking up a lung. 

Sophie was at his side in a second, helping him over to a chair as he continued coughing, each one feeling like it was coming from the very bottom of his lungs. 

“Shh, just breathe. I’ve got you.” She fetched him a glass of water and patted his back until he was finally able to breathe though his chest felt like it was on fire. 

“Oh honey, you’re so sick aren’t you,” Sophie stroked the sweaty hair from his forehead, feeling his fever. 

“No offence but what are you doing here?” he asked, trying not to lean into her cool touch. 

“Sorry, sorry I keep barging in like this. It’s just I texted you to check you were okay and when you didn’t reply I came over. I knocked but the door was unlocked, you must have forgotten to lock it after I left and you just looked so miserable I thought I’d get you some things. I hope that’s okay..” 

She was rambling but Casper found himself smiling. “So you broke into my flat to make me soup and give me medicine?” 

“Hey, it’s not breaking in if the doors are unlocked!” 

Casper chuckled, coughing lightly into his fist. “Thank you Sophie, this is all very kind of you. No one’s ever bothered to take care of me like this before.” 

“What, never? Not even like your mum?” 

Casper shook his head and sneezed miserably into his elbow. “hhHHISH-THEWW… hhUUHHS-GSHTTW…” 

“Bless you,” Sophie passed him a pack of tissues and he blew his nose though he did little to clear his congestion. 

“And no, my mum sucks. She made me go to school even when I had pneumonia, she only relented when I passed out and ended up in the hospital.” 

“Jesus Casper, that’s terrible. I’m glad I’m not the only one in the mum sucks club though,” 

“Oh, you too?” 

Sophie nodded, turning the soup off before it boiled over everywhere. “Mine fucked off when I was four, turns out raising a kid was putting a damper on her partying.” 

“Oh shit..” Casper cleared his throat, coughing a little. “Sorry Soph,”

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago. Now how about I get you some soup? I bet you haven’t eaten today.” 

It turned out that as well as being a great baker Sophie was also an excellent cook. The chicken noodle soup was delicious, it helped clear his sinuses and sooth his raw throat.  

“That was so good, I can’t thank you enough,” Casper said, running a hand over his nose. The heat from the soup had made his nose run. 

“You’re welcome. How are you feeling now? Because you’re still looking very pale and clammy.”

“Okay, but kinda hot and sweaty,” he replied. 

“Is it okay if I take your temperature?” she asked. 

Casper nodded, coughing into his elbow. He expected her to get a thermometer but instead he felt her cool hand on his forehead again then his neck and finally his cheek. It took all his strength not to lean into her. 

“You’re still burning up, let’s get back to the sofa and some medicine in you.” 

Casper let himself be guided back to the sofa, curling up in his pile of blankets as Sophie poured him doses from various bottles. 

“Sophie, can I ask you a question?” Casper asked as she passed him a cup of medicine. She had one for everything, his cough, his fever and even one to help him sleep. 

“Sure.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You barely know me.” 

Sophie sighed, sitting down beside him. “Maybe because in the last two years I look forward to seeing you every day, you’re one of the few people in my life that seems to care about me and isn’t just making small talk waiting for their next train. Because maybe I want to be your friend or maybe more than that? I guess I want to figure that out, if you do.” 

Casper’s heart was in his throat, it felt everything in his life had led up to his moment and he was too sick to properly enjoy it. 

“Sophie, you’ve been the best part of my day for two whole years and… hhHH-SGXHT-uhh.. hi..hii-HITX… Ew sorry, I just mean it would be an honour to be your friend or maybe something more.” 

Sophie leant over and kissed the top of his head, bringing him in for a hug. “I might like you and all but if you give me this flu I will kill you.” 

“It would have been worth it.” 

Sophie laughed and kissed his forehead, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. It certainly the meet-cute that either of them had imagined and it wouldn’t be the story they’d tell their grandchildren, if they ever got that far but it was the start of something, maybe, hopefully. 

#sicktember #sicktember 2023 #prompt 21 #sickfic #flu #snez #snezblr #fever #coughing

[the-glade-backrooms]

Ok, last post we’re making on Moon Knight for today. We have so much to say on this, holy shit.

TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of child neglect, verbal abuse/manipulation, emotional manipulation, and abuse in general. We talk a lot about our own trauma in comparison to Marc’s. (We know sharing trauma online is unsafe. This is a very small portion of our trauma that we are comfortable sharing.)

CONTENT WARNING: Moon Knight Episode 5 spoilers

DISCLAIMER: This is our personal experience! Not all systems will feel the same as us! We also may have some grammatical errors, this was a long post. We tried our best to correct what we found.

Ok. This episode? Big oof. We were not prepared for it. But let’s get into it.

I want to finish on a happier note, so straight into the trauma. Seeing a character we already relate to because of their disorder suddenly also have similar trauma to yours is oddly healing. We hate knowing that others have gone through what we have, but at the same time it makes feel like we’re not alone. We weren’t the only one to feel these terrible feelings about ourself. For a PG-14 show, Marvel wasn’t really holding anything back, and we actually appreciate that. A warning may have been nice, but they also kind of were warning us the because the whole episode was about uncovering trauma.

Anyways, seeing young Marc curled up on the floor as far as he could be from the door while covering his ears made us feel seen. That was us. We did that. It’s fucked up in so many ways, but fuck if we didn’t tear up because we saw ourself in him. Our abuser always blamed us for everything, even when it was other people’s fault or out of our control. They never showed up for important moments in our life because we just weren’t enough and they “had their own things to work through”. The violet shouting and the loud bangs of door slamming or walls being hit. Being told we were always a certain way and would never change because it was ingrained into us. We never dealt with a sibling dying, but we sure knew what it felt like to be compared to them in a negative way and told we were all of their worst flaws in one body. It’s disgusting to watch it happen to someone else, but we understand Marc on a very deep level because that was us. Seeing representation of similar trauma to ours is actually kind of healing.

We also want to (un)kindly say FUCK YOU Harrow and Khonshu! What the fuck. Never, ever, call someone with OSDDID “broken”. Just don’t call anyone “broken”. The amount of absolute rage we felt when they called the Moon Knight system “broken” probably wasn’t even healthy. The manipulation tactics and name calling was just, uncalled for. We know it’s fiction, but damn if it’s didn’t hurt. They didn’t deserve that. We are not our trauma. Having trauma doesn’t make you “broken”. It’s literally a coping mechanism. We honestly couldn’t care less about Khonshu after seeing that scene.

Now, I’m going to talk for a bit. I’m Tene, I’m the host of this system. Like Steven, I was made to be the “normal” alter, the one to do everyday things. This is called an Apparently Normal Part (ANP). I am a lot like Steven. I had a major meltdown when realizing I was part of a system. I either don’t remember trauma or I remember it differently than everyone else. I have fought with my trauma holders over trauma. But when I calm down and look at things with a clear mind, I can see denying it happened isn’t going to help. The line Steven said, something along the line of “you were a kid, it wasn’t your fault”? The whole system felt that one. We were all sobbing. And I realize that I feel the same way. Marc was trying to protect Steven, just like my protectors were trying to protect me. We were a fucking kid. We shouldn’t have gone through that. But we did and we deal with it every day, one step at a time. They did what they felt was needed to keep us safe and alive. I will eventually know what happened. I will eventually have the full picture. But having it all now would probably make us split more and we’d forget more and that’s just, unhealthy. Working through what I have now is enough as is.

I would also like to say that your should never do what Marc and Steven did!!! Working through trauma can take years! Please, do not rush through it! It will hurt you more than help you! The only reason they got through it so fast and with little consequence was because it was a TV show with limited time. Please please please don’t try to rush through your healing process.

On our final note, Steven being a fictive??! We are an introject heavy system, so we were ecstatic! Fictive representation on a big production such as Moon Knight is so important, especially because people think systems are faking if they have an introject/too many introjects. We are very real! Believe it or not, even singlets have moments of interjection where they act like someone they know. Maybe you have someone you really look up to, so you start copying their facial expressions or body language. Introjects are kind of like that, but an actual alter is formed because the brain though the system needed them. Seeing Steven being formed because Marc saw his source as fearless made us really happy because we did that. Most of our introjects were formed as protection or comfort, so we understood why Steven was split.

All in all, we actually enjoyed the representation in this episode. Yes, Moon Knight does not always get representation of OSDDID right, but this episode did a pretty damn good job. Props to the writers, and to Oscar Isaac for his absolutely phenomenal performance. We finally felt seen for once.

#moon knight #marvel #marvel moon knight #dissosiative identity disorder #actually did #actually system #anti endo #endo dni #long post #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw trauma

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 12

Ch77

magical hand holding GOD THIS IS LIKE AN INTENSE ANIME SAILOR MOON MOMENT

you two!!!! You are so powerful and full of friendship!!!!!

“Rowan shifted, his leg flashing in agony as he exchanged his limbs for wings and talons. He loosed a cry, shrill and raging. A white-tailed hawk soared out of the small opening, past Aedion.”

Y’know, I just realized. Now that magic is back, Aedion probably has another form, too!

I want someone to bite him on the neck and teach him how to shift

What form will he take! He was already deemed a “wolf” but since daddy is a mountain cat, perhaps he’ll be a cat, too?

Ch78

Um ok

That’s a TWIST

So do I believe it, or is this a cunning last-ditch effort to try and get mercy from the good guys?

I gave a hard time believing that the All-Powerful Dark Lord would be satisfied instilling a minion as the King of Adarlan just to be a Duke but

Duke Perrington IS a pretty despicable person so, maybe this is true?

How odd, how very odd.

I say let’s kill him anyway to be safe

“Chaol is alive,” the king murmured through his emaciated hands

(HAHA YEAH HELL YEAH)

(you can’t kill him he’s filled with the spirit of pure, totally platonic love)

(DORIAN)

(GO GET YOUR MAN)

(THE TIME HAS COME)(THE TIME TO HUG AND KISS)

Ch79

“The scent of pine and snow hit her, and she realized how they had survived the fall.” Rowan saved them! And Dorian and Chaol are together again!

LOVE

This is so utterly amazing ahhh my heart

I love this

Can we all please hug and kiss now! And roll around in the grass, and feel joy and laughter and friendship!

Please!

"If you loot, if you riot, if you cause one lick of trouble," she said, looking a few in the eye, "I will find you, and I will burn you to ash." She lifted a hand, and flames danced at her fingertips. "If you revolt against your new king, if you try to take his castle, then this wall"-she gestured with her burning hand-"will turn to molten glass and flood your streets, your homes, your throats."

Chill out, queen!

They just lost one tyrant, lol, no need to come at them with such ferocity, RELAX

“She was barely inside the oak doors before she collapsed to her knees and wept.”

Baby

Please don’t cry

I love you! Everyone loves you!

Look what you’ve DONE today. Look at all that you’ve achieved. It was a miracle, YOU are a miracle, and now!

Now!

You need to rest; so you will be ready for the shower of love and joy that’s coming your way.

Ch80

(SJM: do you feel a growing spark of hope in your heart?

Me: Yeah! Yeah, I finally do! Thank you!

SJM: *writes about Elide in eminent danger*

Me: why?)

YEAH that’s it MANON go save your GIRL

(My whole heart) (I am shipping them so hard)

(I know I’m fucking insane but in this moment it feels real)

Ch81

“And Manon’s golden eyes glowed as if they were living embers as she looked at the two guards gripping Elide. As she beheld the disheveled robe.”

I AM SO LOVE WITH MANON

GOD

SHE’S SO HOT

THE WAY SHE CAME FOR HER

THE WAY SHE BRUTALLY KILLED THOSE MEN

MANON

YOU ARE MY LESBIAN FANTASY, PLEASE

PLEASE

THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Ch82

Omg Kaltain. 😭

Baby!

Baby, no!

I have hated watching you suffer. I have hated every minute of it. I love you for being willing to sacrifice yourself, but you don’t deserve to end your story here. I just want to feel happiness, oh honey. I want you to come with them!

“Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she’d never see again.”

😭😭😭

SHE JUST WANTED TO SEE THE SKY

Ow

my heart

That was incredibly satisfying to read lol

I’m so glad most of the characters are still alive and everyone’s THEMSELVES again. I couldn’t ask for anything else.

(Except maybe Kaltain to go on living)(and become best friends with Aelin and match her, flame for flame, and maybe they could paint each others nails and gossip about boys)(and everything would finally calm down and everyone could just be happy)

#tog read along 2023 #queen of shadows

[khaleesiofalicante]

Holaaaaa!!! I'm here!!! TUMBLR don't you fucking dare 🤨

Ok... here we go!!

I Don't Fucking Have Daddy Issues!

THE BEGINNING

Dear Shinyun,

I hope you are well.

Remember when I didn't like Shinyun?? I was wrong I'm a better hoe now!!

The only reason I’m writing to you – and to Edom by extension – is that I truly believe I earned this scholarship.

Yes, you have... I'm so proud of Magnus!!

“Nah. I know you liked it,” Alec grins into his neck.

Magnus smiles widely. “Challenge accepted, Alec Lightwood.”

Alec grins back. “Get to work, Magnus Bane.”

Sexy times are the best times!!!

“Do you know someone called Camille Belcourt?”

Unfortunately!! 🤢

“Um,” Alec says. “You said her name in your sleep.”

I detect lies!!! Alexander what the fuck???

“Valentine found out about Jace and Clary,” Alec sighs. “See? Nothing good comes out of putting your personal shit on the internet.”

Fuck Valentine!!!!

“No,” Alec replies. “It’s Clary’s. She shouldn’t have let this relationship happen. Not when she knows what her father did to Jace-”

No it isn't, I love this parallels so much because we always see things a certain way UNTIL it happens to us, then everything changes, I understand my twin because I am guilty of this myself 😞

“So, what? I can’t talk when I’m drunk?”

You can but you shouldn't, you'll fuck up!!

He doesn’t know if he is defending Clary – or himself.

“You can’t heal in a toxic environment!” Alec says in annoyance.

Imagine this Alec and future Alec having a conversation 😶

“Magnus! We moved on from that! Fucking Christ!”

When?? I haven't, Magnus hasn't!! You know what?? No more drinking for you!!

Magnus is tired of having to live with stuff for the rest of his life.

I wish he could say all those things, I wish his depression didn’t fuck with his communication skills 😭😭

“Yeah. Well. At least he didn’t rape my mom.”

Noooooooooooooo!!!! This is the cursed snippet

All he knows is that apologies feel good.

And Alec is very good at apologies.

I am not at this moment OK 😭

THE MIDDLE

I can already tell this part is going to hurt a lot!!!

“I would if I could,” Rafael sighs. “Anjali doesn’t let me.”

I too would do anything and everything Anjali told me because she is a Godess!!!

This is the first time they’ve canceled their weekly family meetings.

😭😭😭

He wonders who does Max’s hair now.

Is that why Max cut his hair?? 😭😭

Magnus moves forward. “I’d like to see it anyway.

Maybe you should listen to Rafe, he knows best!!

I will not be accepting any criticism about my family!!!! They are ALL going through a lot!! Mistakes will be made!!

“No. No, he doesn’t respond to my messages.”

Mavid pain hits differently, deeper 😭😭

Even though they called the boys Lightwood-Bane, they were only Lightwoods on paper.

What was that??? What about Alec adopting on his own??? 🤨

“Magnus,” Alec says, wiping his face with a wet towel. “What are you doing here?”

Horny mode ACTIVATED 🥵

I have a picture for this 😈 not me visualizing moodboards as I read 🤫

He wants Alec in every way possible to want another human being.

How is this both sexy and sad??

The thought of getting back together, even as a joke, hurts too much.

What is this?? Why am I crying??? I've been through worse, I'm stronger than this!!!

Magnus wants to hold him and kiss his head and tell him it’s okay.

And I want to wrap the four of you in a warm blanket and keep you safe and happy!!

“Which precinct?” Alec asks.

“99th.”

Sorry I can't help myself

“Get him out, Alec,” Magnus hisses. “Get my son out of there right now.”

I love Max, I do but he needs a lesson, being hurt is not a get out jail free card!! I'm with my twin on this one!!

Alec sighs again. “I told you not to look.”

Yeah, but he doesn't listen 😔 and now we're all hurt!!

There is no one stronger in this world than a person who has to fight their own mind. Every single day.

Magnus you are brave!! This whole discussion is awful Max’s words are so hurtful and full of rage 😭

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Magnus asks. “Now you have it.”

Please let this be the wake up call Max needs, I can't take it anymore!!!

The words ‘Go Kill Yourself’ written across his eyes.

😱 Maxwell!!!!

Max comes back to him 27 days later.

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

THE END

Am I ready for more pain or should I stop??

“No. This is Albany,” he hears the voice reply. “You’re in Albany. You’re home. Dad. Open your eyes.”

This made laugh, I'll be fine!!

“Leslie thinks you have alcohol poisoning.”

No shit 😒

“Get my fucking phone, Max!”

Get it Max, we need to do some damage control... (god I hate those words now, thanks for the new trigger Dani 🥲) RUN MAXWELL RUN!!!

“Not that,” Alec shakes his head. But also, a little bit of that. “The baby.”

THERE'S NO BABY!!! THERE IS HOWEVER A VOICE MESSAGE THAT NEEDS TO BE ELIMINATED!!! Focus people!!!

“Did you seriously get drunk because you thought bapak and Shinyun were gonna have a baby?”

We are dramatic bitches what did you expect!!! Is how we roll!!!

Maybe there is some magic technology that will help them do that. Please!

Nope!! You're going to do the one thing I don't want you to do, call Rafe 😔 I feel dirty, sorry Rafe, you deserve better

Then he hears Rafael sigh. “I’m tired of helping you out, dad.”

This was about that secret I don't wanna know, right??

Max throws the blanket over him and kisses his head. “I love you. You absolute fucking disaster.”

Cachicamo diciéndole a morrocoy conchudo 😒

Alec and Max go on an adventure!!! I love this disaster duo!!!

Oh no, I hate Twitter 🤮

“I hate that they look good though,” Max says, glaring at the cover. “Hot people are fucking annoying sometimes.”

Totally!! How dare they be so hot?! Fuckers!!

Shinyun opens the door.

Noooooooooooooo!!! Is this that other cursed snippet???

Wearing Alec’s white Princeton hoodie.

🥰😍🥰😍 I am living!!!

His guardian angel.

Our guardian angel!! He is best!!!

“No silly,” Max giggles. “The office. The one in Manhattan. It looked very cool in your photoshoot.”

Can you imagine if Max falls in love with Edom? 🤣🤣 because if anyone can make that happen is Shinyun!!

“Your sympathy is appreciated,” Shinyun nods. “Let’s go, Max.”

Alec wonders if it’s too late to back out and try to the hacking option.

Maybe you shouldn't have opened with I fucked up... but we can still salvage this!!

“Use my phone!” Alec holds out his device.

NO! 😳

Magnus frowns. “I’ll get my own.”

NO! 😨

Magnus stares. “You sent me a drunk voicemail, didn’t you?”

Yeah... about that, don't listen to it 🙏🏼

"Just don't," Alec shakes his head. "Please."

Magnus can you please this one time listen to your family? Pretty please 🙏🏼

“Then I don’t want to listen to it,” Magnus says. “Delete it, please.”

🥲 thank you Dani for this mercy 🙌🏼

“I’m sorry this made things weird,” Alec points out, clearing his throat. “I know we are both in a good place. Post-divorce and all.”

Are you? Are you really? Is not a bad place, is better than where you were but let's not get carried away 😒

Look at them talking 😍 is the small things!!

“Yeah,” Magnus nods. “You really went from deleting messages in my inbox to telling me about your creepy voicemails.”

What???

Magnus seems to have fallen asleep on him.

I am happy 🥰

Saying they’ve arrested his son.

Oh no 😔 Rafe!!!

Is not Max... Alec es mi pequeño precioso 🥺

Jace had even told Alec about the incident with Kyle. The truth of it.

Thank you Jace!!!

“Looks like I am doing just fine,” Rafael gestures at their surroundings.

Rafael you are so far from fine... I can’t even!!! Anjali is going to be so pissed

“You can’t make it better now,” Rafael smiles. “You should have fucking left me in Buenos Aires.”

Thank you Dani, I hope you're having a nice time on your trip, post some pictures if you can, your country is beautiful 🤩

💚💚💚💚

Just know that I loved the fuck out of this 😎

#tlnd

[atarahsofer]

Activity Check - 28

“Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.”

The kitchen was relatively silent. Atarah took comfort in the job of locking up. In the quiet of the night and the peacefulness of being alone after each day full of activity. Work kept her busy, kept her mind from straying to the darkness that seemed to cascade over her whenever she couldn’t find a way out of her thoughts. Others had noticed her usual sunny disposition had cracked. Something had happened, but she refused to talk about it. She hadn’t even said much as to why she’d been away for two weeks. Even Hannah, the only person she could entrust to look over Motek while she was away, didn’t know.

She’d shooed the girl away despite Hannah’s repeated attempts to ask questions. Atarah didn’t want to answer anything. How many times could she answer “I’m fine” before people started to believe it? Was she that pitiful of a liar? She barely recognized herself. The pain of loss weighed on her, her sister’s words, her father’s sullen face. Why did Atarah feel like she’d lost herself somewhere between stepping onto the plane and stepping off of it? No matter how she tried, she hadn’t been able to shake off the dark cloud.

Atarah went through each step of locking up, cleaning every inch of the cafe, checking stock, and going through everything else on her list, before she set her focus to the trash. Nightly, she brought the trash out to the dumpster, locked the staff entrance and made her way through the cafe, pausing to lock the front door before heading upstairs to her apartment. Something prickled in her awareness as she made her way towards the dumpster. She couldn’t shake the strange feeling, turning to glance around in the darkness but she saw nothing.

As she reached for another bag to toss into the dumpster, she felt someone’s hands on her. It wasn’t the simple touch of another; it was the burn of their touch. The physical pain felt like she was on fire, the sting so sharp that she struggled to breathe. They were saying something, but she couldn’t hear them. Atarah couldn’t form words. She let go of the garbage bag in her grasp as whoever was behind her shoved her against the dumpster.

The touch had ceased, and she took a moment to get her bearings. With her back pressed against the dumpster, she glanced around for whoever had pushed her into it. She recognized him immediately, even under the cover of darkness. Her throat was tight as he approached, the glint of a blade taunting her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He told her, his tone almost too light given the wild look in his eyes.

“Jacob, I’m happy to discuss with you why I’m not interested in selling Motek to you, but now is not the time-.”

“Atarah, I’m done talking.” He cut her off, his eyes leering over her smaller form as she stepped closer.

She stood straighter, trying to call on her bravery as she looked him in the eyes. “Then why are you here?”

“Because, clearly, bitches like you need to be taught a lesson.” There was a pause, like he hadn’t decided what he wanted.

Jacob Silver had never done anything like this before. He wasn’t a violent man, but Atarah Sofer was a thorn in his side. A part of him envied her, another part hated her fiercely. He’d been working in restaurants since high school, he’d paid for college through it and he’d climbed the ladder all the way until he’d been able to build a restaurant group of his own. But this girl with no business experience or culinary experience, who was barely old enough to drink, now owned two restaurants? It made no sense.

“Whose dick did you have to suck to get your-?”

She’d slapped him before he could finish the sentence. “Is that what this is about? You wish it was yours?” The brunette looked at him in disgust. “You can’t believe that I achieved this myself? That I worked hard and I am good at what I do? Please go fuck yourself.”

The rage that overcame him was stronger than he’d ever known. Why had this little bitch gotten under his skin? There were plenty of other successful restaurants, especially female owned ones, but she was the only one who didn’t seem to remotely consider his offer. He reached for her again, slamming her back into the dumpster. For once, she actually looked afraid. She looked like she was in pain and she deserved it, all of it.

“I was very generous, Atarah. This is your fault.” He told her, his tone low and lethal as he raised the blade. “You should have taken my offer.”

--x-- "Twenty-three year old Atarah Sofer, the owner of Motek Market and Cafe, was fatally stabbed around 11pm last night" the local news report announced, showing the outside of the cafe. There was a memorial set up with flowers and signs. "The identity of her attacker is unknown, this is an active case and anyone with any information is urged to call the Richards Island Police Department."

The news wouldn't show the crime scene. She'd been stabbed repeatedly. Her blood had stained the concrete. Her body had been found hours later by a Motek employee and the cafe had promptly closed down in order to make arrangements.

#ac #28 #death note

[nuala-luna]

Fellas, it’s not unreasonable or selfish to want some support and understanding from your nearest and dearest in the wake of losing a close family member and having the only other person in the household start to take out the stress that she’s feeling on you when you were already in the middle of a mental health crisis before this, right?? Asking for a friend, of course

#dude. i am used to being disappointed and let down by people i am close to but fuck this . #i am so full of rage at the moment. every time I’m going through anything i am left to fend for myself and get through it with no help or #support at all. I’m sick of it I can’t do this shit by myself any more #but evidently nobody fucking cares!! nobody ever gives enough of a shit to make an effort #not even now. #it’s so easy for me to hate people #I AM SO FUCKING TIRED I DONT WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE #I CANT EVEN RECALL THE LAST TIME ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS ME MADE THE EFFORT TO REACH OUT AND ASK IF IM OK #IM CLEARLY NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE OR THE EFFORT #im done im done im done #fuck all this im done #see you all in hell

[jupitermelichios]

So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

#skyrim #spoilers #technically #although this game is a decade old and we all own at least two versions of it at this point #so i'm not sure it counts #long post

[writer-akihiko]

Hi, I wanted to request a scenario for the dorm leaders separately where him and S/o are dating. Grim comes running to find him and tell him Crowley was sending S/o back to their world. So the dorm leader goes running into Crowley's office and plead S/o to stay in twisted wonderland, telling them how much they love them and admitting they want to get married when they graduate. S/o agrees to stay, but explains that Crowley only gave the option to go back and Grim just assumed they were leaving.

Dorm Leaders + MC's Chance To Leave

So I have to be honest, this was a little challenging for me since I didn't want to repeat the same scenario, so some scenarios turned out a little more angsty than the others, so please be warned of that

Besides that, I had a lot of fun on the reactions of the Dorm Leaders! Please enjoy! Cut for length

"Hoi! Dorm Leader!!"

A furry cat ran up to the Dorm Leader, in full panic as his swishing tail flickered anxiously.

"Listen here!" Grim pawed at the student's feet, the mention of your name catching his attention. "YN's leaving! You have to go and stop her! I overheard her in Crowley's office!"

"…What?"

Malleus Draconia

He summoned as much magic as he could, transporting him to the principal's door and blasting the door open

"YN…!"

He was truly scared, and his fear translated through his own magic as the whole school felt the earthquakes

The draconic fae hugged you tight, his much larger frame engulfing you completely. "YN, please don't go… I don't know what I'd do without you so please…"

"Wait-"

"No, please let me finish," He said, his finger silencing you. "YN, I love you. I love you my dear, more than you'd possibly know. I want to do so much with you. I want to marry you once I was done with school, and I was hoping to take you to the Valley of Thorns!..."

"My Queen, please consider staying with me."

Despite his desperate grip, you patted his head, giggling at the confession.

"Tsunotarou… I'm not going anywhere."

Crowley coughed, "M-My my… What a passionate proclamation of love…"

Malleus was utterly confused, but all he understood was that you weren't leaving him

You explained the whole situation, although you had to tease your precious fae for overreacting

"Tsunotarou~ Should I prepare my wedding dress now?"

The Prince of the Faes has never blushed harder…

Riddle Rosehearts

He hoped he wasn't too late, as he raced down the halls, abandoning every rule he himself established in the dorms

"YN! You're not allowed to leave me!"

His face reddened with rage and despair, anticipating for the worse as he fell to the ground

He felt the familiar touch of you, as you held his cheek

He reached out to you, confessing his worries

"YN, if you really leave me... I don't think I can handle it anymore. You mean so much to me... If you're leaving me, at least know that I love you to the point I want to have a wedding right after graduation!-"

"R-Riddle... you really want to marry me?" You shied away, hiding your face in your hands

"Of course!" He protested. "You're the only one I'd be on my knees for, so please... don't leave."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at such a serious moment like this. "Riddle... I never planned to. I turned down Crowley's offer. I'm staying here... with you. So don't cry, Riddle."

He felt like an utter idiot for believing Grim

"O-Of course! I'm... Thank you for staying with me, YN."

Kalim Al-Asim

He dropped everything he was doing, racing to the principal's door

Jamil was the unfortunate soul who had to clean up after him

Kalim didn't want to miss you, he just had so much so say to you

When he burst in the room, Crowley protested the sudden interruption

He was quickly silenced by Kalim throwing a pillow at him

"YN! My beautiful Zahra!" He proclaimed, getting on one knee. "My Zahra, will you marry me?"

"W-What?"

"If you marry me this instance, you'd consider not going back!" He cried, the tears soaking his shirt. "YN, I don't… Don't go… What am I supposed to do?"

You wiped away your lover's tears, kissing them away

"Kalim, I never planned to. I'm staying here with you, my sweet prince, even if I can go back," You said, brushing the ends of his hair

"R-Really?"

You nodded, your cheeks warming at the thought of Kalim's sudden proposal. "Y-Yeah… Did you mean to marry me though?"

"YN, I'd propose to you over and over again if that's what you want."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul snapped, crushing the contract he was preparing for some student that harassed you the other day

He was in denial at first, but he wasn't about to take any chances

If he had to keep you here by a contract, he'd do so

"Crowley! What is the meaning of this?!"

He protectively pulled you into his arms, stating his purpose. "YN, you are not going back," He turned to you. "You don't know if it works! It could be a scam! You're safer with me-"

"Azul, you're-"

"YN," He faced you, bringing his gloved hand under you chin. "Don't underestimate my love for you. If Crowley… If he didn't step in, I'd propose to you by graduation and I'd bring you the Sea to meet my parents and-"

"Azul, my adorable octopus. I didn't agree to go back," You said, setting your boyfriend straight. "I'm not going anytime soon, not away from you that is."

Most would've expected him to be in tears when hearing you were leaving, but Azul was a sobbing mess hearing that you stayed

"R-Really? YN… Thank you, thank you my Angelfish for staying with me…" He sobbed into your shirt, swaying into the hug

"You shouldn't underestimate my love for you either, my future husband."

Idia Shroud

Idia almost broke the game controller in his hands, his jaw agape at Grim

"Extra… You shouldn't be telling me lies…"

Idia, of course had to set out on a quest to reverse the fate of this story!...

He rushed to the den of the wicked, and there the trickster principal was tempting you to go back!

"YN! Don't fall for his schemes!" He cried, his hair of flames burning brighter than before. "I… I won't let you go back home!"

Ortho, at his side, dutifully restrained the crow from retorting anything as Idia tried to convince you to not leave

"YN… Just say anything and I'll give it to you. Just don't go!!" He said. "Is it because you thought I was hiding something from you? If it's that, I'm willing to show you!"

He rustled a paper out of his jacket, unfurling it to reveal a design of a ring…

"Here!" He presented, at this point quite desperate to keep you here. "I-It's the ring I plan to propose you with! It was supposed to be after my graduation, where you could be next to me all the time…"

You cupped the face of your frantic boyfriend, hushing him

"Idia, sweetie, I agreed to stay even before you came," You explained, telling him that you never planned to leave as well how you appreciated his notion of marriage

Idia pulled you into a tight hug, happy that you never gave up on him

"YN, I'll try to make you as happy as I can!"

Leona Kingscholar

To everyone's surprise, Leona's first instinct wasn't a fit of rage. Instead, the second prince went into a burst of tears with hits frustration

"YN… There's no way she would…"

He had to prove himself wrong. He had to

Otherwise he'd might just break then and there

"YN! Where are you?..."

He almost worried if he were too late

He couldn't explain the bloom of relief that swelled in his chest as he saw you still in this world

He grabbed you by the shoulders, unexpected words spilling from his lips

"YN, did I mean nothing to you? Was I nothing when you showed me love?!" He cried out, his tears flowing freely. "Was… Was I even worth it? Was I?"

He sunk to his knees, as he gave up all hope for you to stay

"I wanted to make you mine… I wanted to marry you and live with just the two of us…" He sobbed, his claws digging into his own skin

"Was I that easy to forget?"

He didn't expect the warmth of your hug comforting him. "No Leona," You said, shedding a few tears yourself. "I could never forget you, which is why I chose to stay. I'm never leaving you, not even for my old life."

"YN… you really scared me, y'know?"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil wanted to crush that cat under his heels for bringing such dreadful news to him

He made his way to the principal's room, voicing his very annoyance the moment he barged in

"Principal! How dare you manipulate my sweet potato!"

He cuddled you in his arms, lulling sweet words into your ears in hopes of driving whatever rubbish you had to hear from Crowley

"My sweet potato, I… Please consider staying with me," He said, his hands ghosting over yours. "I… Just let me give everything to you if that's what you want! You can do anything, I just want you…"

You were about to say something, but Vil thought it was a retort of protest

"I had been planning everything for the moment I propose after graduation! I can't let that bird ruin that!" He cried, trying to hear a word of approval from you. "My… My beloved. Please stay with me."

You nodded, bestowing a kiss on your lover

"Vil, I'm flattered," You admitted. "But I was already planning to stay. I could never consider letting you go."

Vil couldn't stop himself from lifting you up and twirling you around. "Oh, my beloved! You're staying with me!" He repeated over and over again, enjoying the giggles that came from your lips

He set you down, realising your furry companion lied to him

"YN, I really want to crush that furball that tails you…"

"Vil!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst azul #twst idia #twst kalim #twst vil #twst leona #twst malleus #twst riddle #twst scenarios #twst wonderland #twst x reader #malleus x reader #riddle x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #leona x reader #kalim x reader #azul x reader

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: After a deadly disease spreads rapidly across the globe survival of the fittest becomes an understatement. With violence around every corner you’re left no choice but to do what you must to live besides you aren’t one to turn down easy pickings. So when you come across a huge compound with tons of resources and slow guards you get comfortable. A little too comfortable. Stealing more rare items that make them suspicious that eventually leads to your capture by a mountain of a man who leaves you to the mercy of his vermillion eyed boss. And now all your roads are leading to a dead end.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, blood, spitting, body horror/gore.

Chapter Ten: A secret, a seat at the table and an exchange of hands wc 4035

Master List : Here

Summer cools into fall quickly, heavy rain storms come and go, providing plenty of water for the farm and crops. Busying yourself with the care of the farm and your duties as the locals asked you about new books. 

To which you politely smiled and said “It’s closed for the season.” A lie, a lie because you can’t bring yourself to walk through the double glass doors. 

Can’t bring yourself to smell the lingering fruit fly nectar or the specific inky smell of books. Of warm paper and old wood from the furniture.  

Eri still trains with you, harder than ever as she channels all of her rage into her fists. Punching you square in the jaw just this morning with a guttural scream. 

You were bruising but you didn’t mind, she needed to let it out. She hadn’t spoken much after those first few weeks, not even to Kota and especially not to the broad shouldered blonde who stalked your every move. 

His burning red eyes boring into your skin like a hovering blot fly. Going bone deep as if every mundane task you did had an underlying threat. Bakugou made it his personal mission to watch you day and night since the incident and in doing so he’s watched Eri get stronger. 

Yet she still hardly looks his way and when she does it is a nasty glare. She can’t even stand being in the same room as him, holding herself up in her bedroom with Brutus by her side any chance she had. 

Any duties she had before befell to Kota as he picked up the pieces, trying to keep Eri out of trouble as if she could ever get into any. 

The plump chicken pecks at your fingers, taking a small chunk of flesh as you growl “Fuckin Margaret. I’m gonna let a snake eat you one of these days.” 

You snatch her eggs with your other hand, placing them in the basket as you end your shift on the farm by sliding down the side of Graham’s house. Pressing your palms into your eyes until your vision turns to static. 

“Better get your strength up.”  His voice grates your nerves as you glare up at him. 

“Then let me actually sleep past four am, asshole.” Snarling your lip as you add, “Or feed me full portions. I can hardly hold the ax.”

“Don’t fuckin lie.”

“Did you not see me chopping firewood for Graham and the town yesterday? I hardly got anything done.” You gesture towards the pile and it’s surprisingly larger than you remember. You try to think back to the few logs you could split before you were covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Bakugou just looks at you for a long moment as you piece things together. Graham was too old to chop anything now and most of the men were training under Kirishima for guard positions late into the night, learning the tunnels in the dark or some bullshit like that.

Which left Kota, who most of last night was beating your ass in Rummy or Bakugou who was missing after dinner. Thought to be hiding in his office from the still fuming Eri. 

“The fuck you staring at?” He growls and you suck your teeth. 

“Some ugly dog shit, that’s for sure.” You rise, “I want dinner, I want rest and then I need my fucking maps if you want the best route. We need to leave soon, it's a three day walk both ways.”

“We’ll have a van.” He barks and you stare before you scoff.

“When was the last time you were out?” His nostrils flare at your sharp tongue, he corners you into the rotting siding on the side of the house. 

“If you think for one fucking second that I like to send my people over the wall instead of myself you’re fucking wrong. Shut your trap rat before I change my mind and send you to hell myself.” He growls and you buck up to him, noses touching as the leaves flutter down. 

“Like you did with Judy?" His body goes rigid and when he says nothing, you give him a shove, pushing past him towards the old mayor’s house to head to your room. You needed and wanted a fucking nap, having not been able to sleep well since Bakugou took refuge in your room most nights in that chair in the corner. 

By the bags under his eyes he needed a nap too. Which was hopeful that he would be relieved of the duty and send in anyone else to watch you this evening. 

You relish the shower as the water comes out of the speckled green chrome, it's clean but cold from lying deep in the ground. The few lights and water pump to the house were provided by some electrical source that you never bothered to question, only silently thank. Just for Kota to tell you about the underground prison the two of you were lucky to avoid. Kota memorized the records, the number of prisoners and most of their crimes. 

Theft, treason, murder, rape. 

Anything against the compound sent you six feet under, alive or dead. You figured that depended on Bakugou's mood. 

There is no knock at the door to the bathroom the four of you share in the manor as the door swings open.

"Hogging all the fuckin water." The hot head grunts, pulling his shirt off his body. 

"Fuck you." You say nonchalant, scrubbing the dirt from your body with the small bar of soap Cedric made. It smelled good, like lemongrass and rosemary, yet still your mind travels down into dark humor as you think you're just seasoning yourself for a Walker's next meal. 

You were so used to his intrusion as you heard his gauntlet and weapons clatter on the floor. The sound of his belt next as it hits the tile before the usual harsh pull at the flimsy curtain. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your voice is oddly soft, especially for you. Bakugou gives the back of your head a confused look paired with a snarl. 

"Ya deaf? I said you're hoggin all the water." He steps into the cracking tile, trying to bully his way into the stream hoping you'd leave the bathroom all together.  But that died weeks ago when you realized it bothered him to have to share this time with you. So now you take your time, washing your face, hair and skin as he glowers at you. Vermillion gaze watching how your hands move and the scars that littered them, he's put most of them there and he grunts behind you. With your back to him, the question finally claws its way out of your throat. 

"Tell you what, brat?" He rips the soap from your hands, reaching over you to get some water on his forearms so he can at least start there. His bare chest pressed against your back.

"Tell me Eri carries antibodies." Just as quickly as you said it, Bakugou's rough hands are on your shoulders, turning you to face him as he pins you to the cracked, cold tile. 

"Don't ever say that shit aloud ever again." His eyes are molten as he glares at you, "Three people know what she can do and that's two too many." 

Bakugou obviously and you, so who was the third that got to stay among the living? Was it Kirishima? He was his head guard afterall.

"How did you even…" You trail off, voice barely a whisper as his fingers bruise your supple skin, "Her scars…" 

"She was farmed." And when you fix a withering glare at him he sucks his teeth. 

"Not by me." He rolls his eyes and let's up on his grip as he pushes you to the back of the shower. Standing fully in the stream. Too tall for the shower head as he tilts his head forward, letting the water wash over his ash blonde hair. Caked in sweat and dirt from the hard day's work, bringing his large hands through the long strands on top and then onto the undercut sides and back. 

You expect the story to end there but he sighs, coming out of the water, his back to you as he lathers soap for his hair. Eyes roving over his muscular back nicked with deep white fissures here and there. 

"Heard about a really good asset at a smaller compound. Antibodies. Figured it was a bunch of fuckin vials of blood that could expire any minute. Took a small crew and Kirishima out on the week's long journey just before the temperatures started to drop. Got there and it wasn’t just vials. It was Eri. Tied down in a room, dirty and covered in her own blood. Track marks anywhere you could imagine, neat cuts, and even bite marks, worse shape than when I found Brutus." The story put your stomach in knots, figuring he'd leave it there. 

"She was fifteen, malnourished and so traumatized she only just started her cycles and shit this year. I can only imagine how long they had her." Suds collect on his broad shoulders as he brings the bar of soap over them, "She didn't say much but when she saw me she started crying. Her voice was so broken as she muttered out help." 

He rinses himself off, looking over his shoulder just to make sure you don't step out and get any ideas about his weapons he so carelessly left on the floor, little does he know your mind is far from the sharp objects.

"I just did what she asked. Killed everyone in that bunker they kept her in and anyone that recognized her face. Turned loose the few stragglers." He shrugs, turning off the water as he steps out onto the old creaking floor board. He does what he always does, reaching for one of the moth eaten towels as he passes it to you before he grabs his own. Toweling off his hair before he plucks his clean pair of boxers off of the half missing vanity. Stepping into them before picking up all of his sharp things. 

"Be dressed in ten or I'll drag you to dinner as you are." He bites before slamming the door behind him. 

True to his word he comes to your small shoe box room, leaning on the door jamb as you shove yourself into an old hoodie, freezing from the draft in your room. Pushing past him to descend into the dining room where the laughter is coming from. 

Kirishima, Kota, Dr. Shoto, and Eri are sitting alongside a man with electric blonde hair and another with dark raven hair.

Normally dinner would be the four of you if you were lucky to get dinner at all. Occasionally Kirishima would join, sneaking a bit of his portion onto your plate but you were never allowed at a "round table" meeting. Bakugou pushes the small of your back to guide you into the room, pointing to the chair beside him that he wants you to take. You sit, mouth watering as you look at the spread. In place of the stale bread and canned foods you had a plate at your woven placemat, just like everyone else. In the middle of the table were two roasted chickens, two loaves of bread, fire roasted potatoes and a few leafy greens thrown together to call a salad. This felt almost...normal. Like the Before. 

You eye the bread and meat the hardest. Having heard about Beatrice's little bakery from Kota who told you about how she made her own wood burning oven. One loaf was plain and rectangular with a beautiful brown crust. While the other was circular, dotting with cloves of garlic and rosemary.  Mentally you made note of dry ingredients needed for meals because after this you were not going to go back to your canned tuna and days old bread. 

After this trip, when you brought back a bounty, you'd sit at this round table with your head held high, feasting on the fruits of your labors. 

Wait...sit at this table? 

Sit beside Bakugou? The one who breaks you off a piece of the bread you're staring at. The same brute who growls in irritation as he gives you a meaty leg before starting Eri's plate and then his own. Reluctantly the young woman accepts his plate, fork pushing around some of the vegetables when Kirishima gives her a little nudge, leaning in and whispering, "Tell him after dinner." 

There was no way you could sit at this table right? 

Kota maybe, he seemed to be fitting right in during the time Eri retreated into herself. He has the files for the night and in his scrawled handwriting the "agenda" on a scrap piece of paper like it was the official meeting minutes from some corporate office. 

And you didn't miss the way Bakugou eyes Kota's plate and when he decides there isn't enough on it he growls out "Eat." Slapping on a juicy leg from the spit roasted chicken, even adding a few more vegetables before he's happy with the young man's plate. Kota's eyes gleam up at Bakugou in soft admiration and it's weird how time works. 

How it can stop for others and move so quickly minutes seemed like decades.

Maybe you wouldn't be able to come back but you sure as hell weren't going to stop Kota from returning. He was being cared for far better than what you could do in your dry rotted frame house with the dank cellar. So tonight you'd start thinking about your departure, write a note for Kota and start in the opposite direction after snagging supplies from the big warehouse you were taking them to. 

Shoto pours you a half glass of wine bringing you back to the table while earning a glare from Bakugou.

"One glass won't kill her. Might help her sleep." He passes you the stemless glass that says in chipped paint mommy's sippy cup. 

A tremor runs through your body at the normalcy, at the warm feeling in your chest as idle conversation breaks out among the group avoiding the serious topics for the first half an hour purposefully. When dinner is finished Eri gets up to bring back sugar dusted strawberries and black berries. The last of the season, most Cedric turned into jams or canned but there were so many, Graham sent you around town to give out fresh berries. 

"Graham said you really made the yield for berries huge this year." Kirishima nudges you with a sharp smile, "Thanks cause these are my favorite." 

He pops a few in his mouth while some magically appear on your plate, Shoto pours you another glass of wine and more into Bakugou's. 

"Aight, let's get this shit show over with then we can finish shooting the bull. Game master?" 

"Been seeing a lot of deer tracks in the surrounding woods. Tracked a few to a meadow a few miles north. No abnormal activity or aggression aside from the normal rutting season. No abnormal growths or swelling. Shot one on my way back home and his blood and insides looked normal. Plenty of rabbit for the upcoming winter. Been giving the fur to Alma and Rach for them to make blankets or coats while I smoke and salt the meats." The raven haired one speaks up and Kota mouths his name to you. Sero.

"Pikachu?" The electric blonde perks at the nickname tonguing his cheek. Kota again mouths a name, Denki.

"Volunteer power supply is still doing well, occasionally we have a few no-shows or late to their shift but we have plenty of…" Denki looks to you, holding eye contact for a second before going on, "Plenty of involuntary power supply. Built some new generators that are doing well, worked on irrigation for Graham and I double checked the vans you'll be taking. Full tanks of gas and thanks to someone's hoarding, you'll have plenty of reserves." 

"Dr. Jekyll." 

"Absolutely loathe that name Katsuki." Shoto bites as Bakugou's eyes widen with warning before Sho carries on while Kota jots down the notes. 

"Overall health is doing well. After the last Walker attack there has been some nervousness around town, however the little book club that was happening had helped put the people at ease. They question why it has stopped and I hate not having an answer." He glares at Bakugou who keeps the same expression trained on his handsome features, "Food portions need little adjusting, households with kids aged 1-5 and 7-17 need extra this winter but nothing we cannot spare, especially with our new yields. This one here " He points to you, "Will need at least three days of full and proper meals in order for her to be any sort of asset on this little field trip you all have planned. Provisions are packed and accounted for, for four people. I assumed Kirishima, Bakugou, your favorite thief and Sero. Am I correct?" 

"Yes." Kirishima answers, but Kota and Eri object. 

"I'm going!" Both slam their firsts on the table and the dishes rattle. You close your eyes and inhale trying not to roll them as Bakugou barks out. 

"Absolutely not." He leans down to Eri's eye level across the table as they hold eye contact for the first time since the library, "No fucking way." 

"But she's been training me!" Eri points to you, exasperated, "I've been doing good. I even hit her!" 

"She hasn't had proper rest or meals in months Eri. You got lucky if she didn't let you have it." 

"Bakugou." You snarl and his vermillion eyes find yours. 

"Did you not tell Kota not to hold back as lying to her about her strength would only get her killed?" 

"I did. However I also taught him how to instill confidence into her. Not fucking berate her or embarrass her. Or undermine her judgment."

"Is that what you think I'm fuckin doing?!" He yells, twisting at his waist to face you fully to which you scoff. 

"You tell me." You gesture with your eyes to the young woman who's fighting back tears and Bakugou lets out a huge sigh. Running his large hand through his hair. 

"Eri…" 

"Don't. I get it. I'm weak." She's about to push away from the table but Kota catches her arm. He looks to you for reassurance before he lets out the breath he's holding. 

"It's not that we're weak, Eri. It's more that they're….scared." The room stiffens but Kota presses on, "Besides they can't run this fucking town without us right?" 

She rubs the heel of her palm across her eye while Brutus licks at her fingers by her side. 

"Ri-right. Nii-san is terrible with paperwork." And the whole table bursts into laughter as Bakugou stares at Eri. Relief washing over his eyes despite his hard set mouth. 

Kota pulls her chair back out for her to sit and she does, pushing her back in gently and keeping his dominant hand in hers. Writing with his non dominant hand as Kirishima is asked to speak up. 

"Security." 

"Doubly enforced. We were missing some materials to do so that we recovered from the theft situation. Denks electric fence is still operational and the last resident tunnel to the emergency community center was completed and tested today." 

"The Herrera's?" Bakugou asks and Kirishima nods. 

"These were completed after the hoard came through. Traps were set and diversions have been set every few miles and Jiro says there isn't any chatter about other compounds trying to move in on us. So far so good." 

"Kota, prisoner 45 still livin?" Bakugou asks, swirling his wine with a grimace. He hated the red shit but alcohol from the Before was better than nothing and Graham had yet to perfect distilling. Kota flips open the large binder with worn plastic paper protectors, his finger sliding down the page. 

"Still living, portions decreased last Saturday. Crime was-" 

"Don't need it. I know what he did." Bakugou interrupts, "Kirishima, Denki get him ready for transport. I'm only giving her two days Doc, can't have her running away on me." 

Bakugou glares at you then, purposefully placing his large palm on your thick thigh as he gives a tight squeeze. Reminding you of how his hand feels wrapped around your throat. You swallow and he watches your Adam's apple with twisted delight. 

"My maps?" You growl and Kota twists in the chair to reach into his book bag to hand to Bakugou.��

And somehow the action stings. It was as if those last five almost six years were for not. Quickly you are reminded that there is no loyalty in the End, only misplaced trust in hopes that the person in power fucks up sooner rather than later then you could reap the reward without too much risk. 

Your eyes glued to the exchange has you missing the desperate look Kota is giving you. The sorry that blazes in his eyes as it hurts him just as much but if he is going to continue to have access to the books that maybe help both of you escape one day and if not him at least you, then he had to play his cards right. 

Just like you taught him. 

"Clear the dishes." He orders and both Eri and Kota stand, taking the chipped china to the kitchen as Bakugou lays out your map that had the areas piqued his interest. His finger taps the circled area with your cryptic words. 

“What’s this?”

“The end all be all, Katsuki.” You growl his name and his grip on the edge of the map tightens, “It’s a fulfillment warehouse for Amzopack.” 

Everyone’s eyes widen in shock, this was going to be like a gold mine and at the same time dangerous.

Go big or go home, right?

“This a fuckin trap?” Bakugou barks, turning your chin to face him, his hands moving to rest on your throat. It’s odd that it feels like a comfortable weight now despite knowing that he could choose at any second to constrict his fingers and starve your brain of precious air.

“I heard what they did to the employees…” Sero starts and Denki finishes with an uncomfortable grimace. 

“Yea didn’t they lock them all up when a couple of workers came in infected. Forced them to keep working without them knowing until everyone was ya know…”

“Fucking rotting.” Bakugou growls. 

“They erected a huge electric fence to fry them before they let them out of the warehouse. It’s mostly bones, the fence is pried open but no one can take everything in that warehouse in just a few trips. I went just last year around this time. Lots of bones, maybe a few stray Walkers who might have followed someone else in and couldn’t figure out how to get out.” You lean over your map, studying the road ways and trying to remember how the roads looked. A lot of vehicles were crushed and plowed out of the way on the highways by the government or abandoned all together but it could be dangerous if there were any raiders on the fringes of the woods. 

And why the hell did they want to bring vans, greed? You look up, you see Kota return with Eri, they both look over the ledger as they listen to Bakugou start to dictate a list, his hand moving from the front of your neck to the nape, resting there as he talks. You try not to relax into the grip too much.

Your heart hammers in your chest for a sleuth of reasons, his hot palm on your skin, the way he lists family names without having to look and knowing their needs. The way he adds in toys for kids for the holidays if they can and if not lots of sugar for birthdays and celebrations for cakes. How needs coats of all ages on the list, of socks and underwear, knives for cutting. Baking sheets for Beatrice and even some chew toys for Brutus.

He knows what everyone needs off the top of his head, his voice causes an odd lump in your throat that only grows when you think you feel his thumb caress your skin.

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1. When you got mad at me and I had to win you back.

Dating you, I always knew the importance you gave to food, all your meals were well thought out and enjoyed until the last bite. But nothing compared to the day I ate the last bit of red velvet cake that apparently you were saving to eat after work. Your rage was transformed into silence, my number blocked in your phone, and silent treatment when together. Nothing seemed to faze you, not even the kisses I tried to steal from you. That is until I came home with another full cake to make up for it. Then, I realized I loved you because you still looked amazingly beautiful when angry.

2. When you wouldn't stop studying I had to kick you out of my room.

The moment you texted me asking to come over a current of excitement passed through my body, I knew you had a couple of exams next week so I assumed you wanted to rest a bit before cramming subjects. But boy was I wrong. As soon as you entered my bedroom, notebooks and textbooks in your hands my heart dropped and my face scrunched up in annoyance. A couple of hours later I was done with not having your attention. I picked your things and told you "Have a break or you're prohibited to enter this space", a minute later we were in my bed cuddling, me hugging you tightly and your hands playing with my hair. Right then, I realized I would do anything to always put your wellbeing first, especially when you don't even realize you're denying yourself.

3. When you called me at 4 am to freak out about Love Talk.

You were in another time zone, away on a family vacation when the English Version went out. I waited the whole day for your thoughts, but you always seemed busy with dinner with your parents or on the beach with your brothers. Then finally, while I was dreaming about you, your lips grazing mine, you woke me up with a phone talk. At first, I thought you were having an anxiety attack, hyperventilating, and your voice coming in shallow breaths, but when you started to describe your favorite parts I fell into a big laugh. That was when I realized I loved you because I knew that no matter what I did you'd always support me in everything, every time.

4. When you sang to me on my birthday.

I'm not usually a jealous person, too caught up in having fun to be aware of my surroundings, so it took a while for me to realize what was going on. Or at least what I thought was going on. You hid your phone from me every time I approached you, whispering away with Kun when you came to visit me at practice. It kinda angered me at first, how could you be so obvious about it, and why Kun? But then on my birthday, you took me to the piano room. Kun started playing the melody while you looked at me sweetly and I understood how much of a fool I was. So while I watched the cover of I Love You 3000 you prepared with Kun's help I realized I loved you because you loved me, appreciated me, and always made sure I felt and knew your emotions clearly.

5. Every time you laugh at my jokes.

I always liked making people laugh, making them happy with the words or actions I do. But nothing ever compares to when I'm able to make you laugh, smile, or even smirk. Cause when you're happy, I'm happy too. And like that, I realized I loved to be that person that makes your world brighter.

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