#i am so so incredibly busy but i'm ignoring it all and just watching the film for the millionth time<3

[mphountitled]

omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

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[not-magdi]

"Be my Valentine?"

Warnings: none :)

Summary: Lando surprises you on Valentine's Day.

Word Count: 1k

Reading Time: 4min 12sec

A/N

I am so sorry for not updating again, but life has been really stressful lately. I sadly can't promise you that it is going to be better a school is about to start again but I'll try.

Love y'all Magdi <3

February 13th, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and you just ended a call with Lando, who was currently in Barcelona testing the new car. When he first told you he would be away for the 14th, disappointment and sadness were the only emotions you felt.   

Valentine's has been your favourite holiday since you were a little girl. It didn't matter if you had somebody or not. The pink hearts everywhere, the smell of roses in the air, and people all around being in love made it so special for you. 

And for two years, you got to spend Valentine's with the love of your life, Lando Norris. Although every day was special with Lando, he always made extra efforts for the 14th, such as preparing breakfast in bed, presenting flowers in a rainbow of colours, and gifting sparkling jewellery.

So, him not being here home with you this year crushed your spirits for tomorrow completely. Lando felt incredibly bad when he found out when the tests were, but nothing prepared him for how the spark in your eyes disappeared when he told you. 

Guilt was eating him up the entire trip to Barcelona. Even Oscar noticed and asked what was up. 

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After you hung up with Lando, you decided to cuddle yourself up on your couch and do some self-care while watching some nineties rom-com. 

You knew it wasn't Lando's fault he didn't have a say in when the testing was going to be, but you were still really disappointed he couldn't be with you. 

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Your stiff back and sore neck were the result of you falling asleep on the couch yesterday. The TV was still running when you decided to get up and make yourself breakfast. 

The second you unlock your phone, you are bombarded with posts of couples enjoying Valentine's Day together.  

Letting out an annoyed huff, you throw your phone on the couch and decide to take a shower, wanting to escape all that valentines crap for a bit. 

Afterwards, you felt way more refreshed and optimistic for the day. So you decided to throw on some of your favourite jeans and your most flattering top and head outside to the centre of Monaco. 

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You spend your whole day wandering through Monaco, strolling through a few shops and taking a few breaks in some cafes. And even though you were still a bit mad at Lando, an addition to Lando's Valentine's present made its way into your bag. 

Your mood improved gradually throughout the day, but not hearing anything from Lando made it hard to stay positive. You texted him, "goodmorning ❤️" to show him you were not ignoring or mad at him. 

He reacted to your message, but it has been complete silence since then. You thought that maybe he was too busy, as he told you that today would be the media day, but not hearing anything from him hurt you were not going to lie.

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And you were indeed correct in your assumption. Lando was incredibly busy today but not giving interviews and making content. No, he tried to convince Zak to let him fly home earlier today so he could spend some more time with you. 

"Oh, come on. Please Zak, I'm done with all my stuff, for what do you even need me here?" Lando begged his boss, quite desperate to let him fly home. 

Zak looked at him with a slightly tired expression. "Do you really have to fly home. I mean it's just Valentine's day."

Lando tried to put on his best puppy dog eyes. "It's really important for Y/N. I can't do that to her." 

That seemed to do the trick, as Lando is currently on a plane home to Monaco. He spent the whole flight on his phone, trying to make the time go by faster. A smile made its way onto his face when he saw you posted a photo of you sitting in one of your favourite cafes, enjoying the sun.

He felt so incredibly guilty after your call yesterday, already forming a plan for how he can make it up to you.

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The second he touched the ground again, he immediately rushed to your favourite florist to get you the biggest bouquet of sunflowers he could find. 

The friendly old lady who runs the shop smiles as she sees Lando entering. You also visited her today, telling her your dilemma while buying a bouquet of pink tulips. 

So seeing Lando buying your favourite flowers made her happy for you, knowing you weren't spending the day alone anymore. 

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You just came home from your trip, putting the flowers you bought in a vase and starting to make yourself some dinner. 

You were about to start eating when you heard the doorbell ring. Confused, you make your way to the front door. Looking through your peephole, you rip the door open in excitement.  

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your boyfriend standing before you. Well, you could barely see him between all those sunflowers. But what you could see. Was his adorable smile while he held a pink sign saying, "Be my valentine?" 

Rushing over to him, you tackled him in the biggest teddybear-hug, burying your face in his neck. 

"Hi baby." Kissing your head, Lando wraps one arm around you, squeezing you tight. 

"How-when, why are you here?" 

Chuckling slightly at your confusion, Lando answers, "Well I couldn't leave my girl alone on Valentine's now, can I? Besides, Zak couldn't withstand my puppy-dog-eyes." 

Laughing, you tilt your head, giving Lando a loving kiss while murmuring a sincere "I love you" against his lips.

"Mhm, I love you too, baby."  

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After standing in your hallway like two teenagers, you ushered Lando inside, not letting go of his hand, wanting to have him near you all the time.  

You were now cuddling on the couch, your wrist decorated with a new bracelet, a sparkling "L" adorning its front. 

Lando broke the comfortable silence you two were basking in, "You didn't answer my question from earlier." 

You look up at him, confused. "What do you mean?" 

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he says, "Will you be my Valentine?" 

Laughing, you take his face to kiss him, "Yes, Lando, I'd love to be your Valentine." 

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Don't forget to leave a note if you enjoyed it, feedback is always welcome !!❤️

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[wileys-russo]

Mearps and "you really need to take a nap babe" xx

mary earps

"-two more days and then i'm all yours." you smiled at her words with a nod, though mary could see it didn't quite reach your eyes. "i'm really sorry love, you know this time of year is insane." mary sighed and you were quick to assure her you understood.

"i know baby. you can't help your schedule and i am so incredibly proud of all of your accomplishments and awards, i'm just sorry i can't be there to support and watch you accept them." you frowned, your own job keeping you tethered to manchester while mary had been seemingly all around everywhere but manchester for the last two weeks.

between trainings, national camp, nations league, away games, conti cup matches, awards, trophies, public appearances, her clothing company and the impending transfer season you and mary hadn't actually spent more than a few hours together in just over two and a half weeks.

and you were both feeling it.

you were a teacher which meant you tried your very best to be there to watch her play, accept awards or just be with her. but with the end of the year fast approaching your own workload was increasing with reports due, exams to mark and deadlines to meet.

"hey you do not need to be sorry beautiful. your kids need you and i am so proud of you every single day, hows the reports coming?" mary questioned adjusting where she laid down on her bed, away for the weekend in liverpool for a united match.

"they're...coming." you sighed tiredly, glancing to your laptop and the papers scattered all around it. "you look tired baby. you're not pulling all nighters again are you?" your girlfriend asked somewhat sternly, knowing you all too well having been with you almost two years now.

"i have to babe, its my month to do after school pickup duty so i'm not getting home until after five thirty." you sighed running a hand through your hair, mary now really noticing the bags under your eyes which were near matching to her own.

"baby i really don't like when-" she was cut off as you heard her name called in the distance and suddenly you were looking at someone else. "hi tooney." you chuckled at the younger girl who sung out hello, ignoring your girlfriends protests as she struggled beneath millie, maya and lucia who'd all come thundering in.

"i'm busy! get off and get out." mary managed to shove them off, all four girls calling out bye as they dissapeared off screen and you heard the door slam behind them.

"children!" mary groaned as she belly flopped onto the bed and readjusted her phone. "baby love you look exhausted, you know how i feel about you pulling all nighters." mary warned as you wave her off, ignoring the fact your eyes felt like they had anchors attached to them.

"mary." the striker hummed with an amused smile as you were clearly fighting to keep your eyes open, your girlfriend having just talked you through her day.

"do you think if you injected coffee you'd die?" you asked tiredly, one eye closed as the keeper bit her lip to stop from laughing. "whys that baby?" she questioned curiously. "well when you inject drugs it goes right to your bloodstream. or if you're sick they hook you up to an iv yeah?" you started to mumble, mary humming encouragingly.

"well what if for people who are like coffee addicts, could they get put on like a drip of coffee? like a caffeinated iv." you pitched your idea to her, moving to rest your head on your hands as your girlfriend laughed as quietly as she could.

"you really need a nap babe."

#woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics #woso x reader #mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso blurbs #woso community #engwnt

[ambrosiagourmet]

Has anyone requested Marcille for the ask meme? If not then pls

Marcille!!!!!!!!!

First impression

Gay? Interesting elf girl with a really good design for a female character oh my god thank you. She gets to wear pants!!! It's a miracle!

Impression now

BELOVED HALF-ELF OF MY HEART... most determined member of the party, maybe second only to Laios. Not that it's a competition.

Girl who carries the weight of her existence in her heart everywhere she goes. Girl who doesn't know how to just exist because that would mean surrendering to the things time will take away from her. Girl with bloody knuckles who clings too tightly to the things she loves because she remembers a time when she didn't realize what they meant to her.

Girl who must shape a life too big to hold all at once. Who stares into that impossible task so unflinchingly that you kind of want to tell her to run away from it for a bit. Be a bit more of a coward, Marcille! But she doesn't have time to be a coward!! She's hurtling towards her goals at terminal velocity. But the same love that keeps her tumbling forward also pulls her back from the brink. Because she's still figuring out the balance.

Favorite moment

Rabbit chapter... my god rabbit chapter.........

Genuinely maybe my favorite chapter in the whole manga. It hits such an incredible peak of humor and raw emotion and impossibly ridiculous situations and grounded believable character writing. And no part of it is separate from the others.

What a fucking chapter. And what a fucking thesis for why Marcille is such a good character. Her being ridiculous and her being incredibly determined and her being powerful and her being scared are ALL part of her. Man. Marcille. She will do anything to pull through for her friends.

And then on top of it the way the Lion takes advantage of this moment to pull her strings. Which is just. So horrifying to watch because you want someone to give her a hug but all the people who would give her a hug are currently DEAD and she's left in a room along and exhausted with a manipulative, abusive, hungry opportunist. God. God. I love Rabbit Part II So Very Much.

Idea for a story

Umm hi sorry I am still busy thinking about Rabbit Part II. Please enjoy some shameless self promotion while I go lie down for a bit.

Unpopular opinion

She's bisexual!!!!! Normally I don't hold so fast to like "well canonically this character was into A Man so she can't be a lesbian blah blah blah" but it does bum me out that people ignore her succubus because I really do think that bi Marcille deserves more love. It doesn't make her any less into women sheesh.

Favorite relationship

Sorry I was thinking about Rabbit Part II again what was the question? Favorite relationship?

Yeah I dunno maybe Marcille and Laios? I kinda like the part where they rely on each other because there is no other way through and share an unnamed intimacy born in blood and bone and the way that they place impossible burdens on each other and owe each other their lives many times over and neither holds it against the other or asks for the repayment of debts that can never be repaid, choosing instead to keep walking into the future by each others sides because what else can you do. What else can you do.

They are pretty cool I guess. I'm normal about them though. Haha.

Favorite headcanon

I imagine that castle staff help Marcille with her hair on a day-to-day basis because leaving it just to personal friends and family would probably be impractical. But also I think Chilchuck, Laios, Falin, and also especially KABRU all learn enough to help her with it. I think that the first three learn some basic nice stuff but I think Kabru would get really into it.

That man could absolutely intensely hyperfixate on something like "nice hairstyles from another culture" for three to six months and come out the other side an expert.

#ask #ask meme #thank you for your patience!!! #and sorry it has taken me so long to get around to finishing these 😅 #I love Marcille so very much

[strwberri-milk]

ok, so I've thinking of something, but I am not creative enough, and I'm not gatekeeping my genius idea.

would you take advantage of my idea? 😽 please 🙏

so, jealous kaeya x puppy fem reader + "what? cat caught your tongue?", "brats don't get to cum", "beg for it, let me know you deserve it", "you're mine and I'm yours, got it?"

like, reader has been teasing him all day and BOOM

btw, I love your writing, keep it going

this is kinda similar to my other set of hcs of kaeya coming back after a hard day and fucking the shit out of his puppygirl lover uwu so feel free to look for that under the kaeya smut tag/kaeya x reader (im still scared to put links in my posts)

You were being a brat, and brats deserve to get punished. Kaeya knows for sure that you know what you're doing with the way you look up at him after doing something "bad" or the impish grin you give him after pushing his buttons.

Due to how busy he was right now, Kaeya wasn't able to properly tell you off the way he wanted to. Instead, he's forced to just sit back and bear it, eye watching you closely as you flit about and continue to tease him. Not only that, but he had to watch you flaunt yourself for everybody else at the headquarters could see. He was proud of the way they looked back at him with envy, but he also wanted to keep you all to himself, something becoming increasingly more difficult as you continued to talk to whoever pulled your attention.

His eye trails the lines of your body, knowing you chose what you were wearing today to purposefully fluster him. Instead of him getting worked up in the softer way you might have been planning to. You were just thinking of making him give you a bit more affection, shower you in soft kisses and just be very sweet. Since he wasn't, you decided to up the ante by coming down to headquarters to get him to give you more attention again, even if i meant tricking some of the other knights into giving you the attention that Kaeya wasn't able to yet.

That very innocent desire was unable to be fulfilled thanks to Kaeya perverting it. He couldn't get over the swell of your lips, the thought of holding your hips in his hands, the need to pull your body under his. Everything you did was pushing him further and further off the edge.

You had just finished spending the last hour sitting in his lap, cuddling into his neck as your tail languidly made its home on his waist. He liked the gentle pressure of it pressing against his stomach, but the heat of your core was beginning to make his head spin. There was no way for you to get your punishment right now, but he was concocting several plans to get back at you. You give him a kiss goodbye, ignoring the evil glint in his expression as you leave his office.

Your hands are buried in the sheets, Kaeya's fingers holding them tightly as his hips piston into you over and over again. He's done more than enough to melt your brain, currently sucking more dark marks into your neck and collar. Thankfully for you, his pace slowed to a grind, letting your walls clench over him as you give him your pathetic little whines.

"What? Cat got your tongue? You're so quiet now," he muses against your neck, reveling in the soft moan you give him when he shifts a bit.

"Come on, where'd all that spunk go, huh? Where was that energy when you had every knight drooling over how good you looked today?" he taunts a little further, laughing just a little evilly when your grip tightens on him in response.

You were dripping all over his thighs, unable to cum thanks to his incredibly inconsistent and patient self. He could feel your thighs spasming a little around his hips, knees trying to lock together to force him into fucking you to completion but failing miserably.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Your ears perk up at the thought, whimpering softly as your tail smacks the bed lightly.

"I told you you can't cum unless you begged me, and you haven't done enough of that yet," he says mildly condescendingly, sitting back up to admire your ruined body underneath him.

"Please," you say meekly, the light jangling of the collar Kaeya made you wear louder than your voice.

"I can't hear you," he sings slightly, bringing a hand down so he can use the pad of his thumb to rub at your clit.

The reaction is immediate. You let out a pathetic sounding yip, whimpering and melting into the sheets as his dick starts to bring you back up to the high you were almost able to achieve earlier. Your back arches high, practically shoving your tits in his face as he starts to fuck you earnestly again.

"You're fucking mine, you got it?" he growls, leaning over your body as you pant.

"You're mine, and only mine. I'm the only one who gets to hear these noises, the only one who gets to fuck you like this. Nobody else is allowed to touch you, you hear me?"

You nod quickly, using your newly freed hand to scratch angry lines down his back.

"Yours, I'm - mn - yours!" you cry out, trying to implore him to let you cum.

"Please let me cum! I want to cum on your cock so bad, please, please, Kaeya I'm yours, and you're mine! You're the only one who can make me feel this good, please just let me cum!"

Your begging finally does it for him and Kaeya quickly pulls out to flip you on all fours. Your body aches to be fucked like this, sharply yelping when he slides back into you by way of pulling your hips over his cock via your tail. The tight grip he has on both your hips and tail makes you scream, squirting all over the bed from the constant edging he had just subjected you to.

Kaeya can feel your juices soaking him even further, creamy hole dripping down his shaft to line his balls. All of it makes his eyes role into the back of his head as he finally cums deep inside of you. However, he refuses to stop there, continuing to fuck you over and over and over again until your body refuses to forget the shape of his cock.

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya smut

[junnieverse]

LOVE IS EMBARRASSING ➳ K. SUNOO

➙ synopsis: you felt like a complete fool. you told everyone he was 'the one' but seeing sunoo with someone else hit you like a truck. it was humiliating having to deal with the fact that you so easily fell for him and yet he had his eyes set on someone else. you knew you had to let him go and yet you were still holding on onto false hope.

pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader (but i'm sure it's gn imo as far as I am concerned)

genre: angst, unrequited love au

word count: 1.6k

warnings: not proofread, reader cries, reader self hating, just alot of hurt

a/n: here is the next update. I haven't been writing much due to my final exams but I hope you still like this though :)

— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !

"Are you still waiting on him to call you?" you hear your roommate ask as she catches you checking your phone every few minutes as you laid sprawled across your bed.

Not that you wanted to admit it but it was true.

It had been a week or so since Sunoo had last spoken to you and asked for you to give him some 'space'.

It was more than obvious this was just his way of trying to get you to back off but on the other hand you wanted to think of this in a more positive light and assume he was simply busy in his own personal life.

"No, not at all. Sunoo isn't ignoring me or anything. He just has an extremely busy and demanding life." you try to defend not only yourself but try to excuse Sunoo's poor behaviour.

For hours and days you waited for some sort of communication from Sunoo and got nothing, you really were a fool.

Kim Sunoo was a close friend of yours you had been introduced to at school when you both joined the drama club at your college and his bright smile and pretty eyes instantly won you over.

It didn't take long for you to realise that you were deeply infatuated by the guy and slowly but surely, you were also falling in love with him too.

"I think he's the one." you admit to your best friend sitting on the bleachers watching Sunoo play rugby with a group of his friends and you hear her burst out in laughter to your statement leaving you puzzled.

"What's so funny?" you ask her as she calms down from her laughing.

"You haven't even known Sunoo for that long and you are so sure that this is end game? He'll you haven't even went out on a single date with him." she tells you factually not believing what you had just said but you nod in response to her previous question admiring as he played down by the field.

"Yeah I do think it's end game. How long I've known him or the fact that we haven't gone on a date doesn't matter, what does is I can definitely see myself walking down the aisle with him having the picture perfect wedding." you say confidently taking a sip of your drink.

It may have sounded incredibly delusional but you could really see it, Sunoo was everything you wanted in a partner and you were smitten to the point of imagining the possibility of tying the knot with him.

As if having heard you talking about him, Sunoo lifts his head up meeting your gaze before flashing his bright smile and throwing a friendly wave at you as you shyly waved back.

He truly seemed perfect in your eyes at the beginning, but you also knew Sunoo was unattainable.

He had been in an on and off relationship with a past lover of his and even when they weren't together, you could tell Sunoo wasn't completely over his ex either.

Although you didn't want that to stop you from still pursuing him.

You thought building a friendship with Sunoo first was a step in the right direction to getting to know him and before you knew it, you were a close friend in his group of friends, a confidant to him.

He could always turn to you even with his own relationship problems because it was just a friendship basis between the two of you… right?

Because of this, you somehow put your feelings on the back burner always being at Sunoo's beck and call for the days he wanted to celebrate with a few drinks because he got back together with his ex girlfriend, to the rainy nights he cried into your shoulder because they had yet again broken up and she had a new boyfriend.

You thought that just maybe through everything you had been through always being by his side, that just maybe Sunoo would finally notice you as more than just a friend he can go to after a rough patch with his ex.

You had finally mustered up the courage to confess to him at a party his friend was hosting but soon backed out last minute out of fear of rejection although later that very same night after a few drinks, you ended up telling Sunoo you liked him to which he simply thought you were too drunk and talking nonsense.

It had been a few days since that happened and you were too embarrassed to face Sunoo but you knew you would have to clear the air and reconfirm your feelings in a sober state and talking to Sunoo was your biggest priority at that moment.

Making your way to the music room where you had been informed he was, you take a deep breath stepping closer to the door as you heard the faint sound of Sunoo's voice and another girl laughing.

Peeping through the slightly open door you notice Sunoo sitting by the piano with his now ex girlfriend as they played the instrument together.

Watching the two, your eyes start filling up with tears and suddenly his ex now has her hand on his face pulling Sunoo closer as they shared an intimate kiss.

You felt your legs weaken as a soft gasp escaped your lips witnessing the scene in front of you but also capturing the attention of the two. Before they could notice you, with the little strength you had left, you ran to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in the stall as you were crying as your chest ached.

You felt incredibly embarrassed as of right now, but more than ever, you felt hurt.

This was all so stupid, YOU felt stupid too!

For months you tried to express yourself and your feelings so vulnerably but it felt like you were talking to a wall.

Maybe you just weren't good enough for him… that no matter how much you sacrificed of yourself you still wouldn't be pretty, smart or good enough for Sunoo.

You were losing so much of yourself for him but no matter how much you gave up… you would only end up coming back to him.

Yes, Sunoo knew about your feelings for him but despite having confessed (drunkenly), it felt like he was slowly starting to push you away.

You felt like a fool for trying so hard to win someone over knowing very well his heart belonged to someone else but you still held onto this little grain of hope that maybe he could come around and realise he had to move on (and preferably to you).

You had tried to move on yourself as well, anything to distract you from Sunoo.

From join other clubs to even getting a 'second-string' weirdo to try forget about the unrequited love but to no avail. Even blatantly avoiding him worked against your favour when he came looking for you.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I haven't seen you in awhile, I almost thought you were avoiding me." Sunoo stops you in the hallway as he jokingly adds on that last part expecting you to laugh along to which you hadn't.

"I've just been busy I guess… see you another time." you respond blandly not even looking up at him.

Before you could turn around and take your leave Sunoo gently grabbed on your wrist stopping you from leaving as he quickly detected something was wrong.

"Are you okay? You've never-" he asks before you cut him off reassuring him you were perfectly fine as you managed to get your hand out of his grip.

"Are you sure? I can-" he double checks trying to look into your eyes as you still avoided eye contact.

"Sunoo please… please just stop okay. Everything between us is so confusing and I'm the one left hurting. One minute you act all sweet and caring around me then the next you need 'space' away from me and don't talk to me for weeks. I feel like a measly second option to you and it's so embarrassing. You know how i feel about you and you still haven't expressed how you feel, you just go back to talking to me like nothing happened at all when there's been this big elephant in the room. I don't want to just keep being the person you go to when you cry over your ex, I wanted to be yours but clearly we aren't on the same page with that." you let out holding back your tears.

All of this had been weighing heavily on your chest and finally being able to tell him felt like you no longer carried any burdens.

Sunoo on the other hand stood quietly in front of you looking down seemingly taking in what you had said.

Everything was starting to hit him and the guilt was seeping in too.

All this time he knew how you felt about him but he only put up a wall and avoided confronting the situation because he knew he still was too invested in his relationship with his ex.

"I-" Sunoo croaks out but was stopped by your words.

"Maybe this time I need some space from you." you say coldly as you looked him straight in the eye before turning around and leaving to go to your next class.

Breaking the strong facade after being out of his sight, you wipe the tear running down your cheek before shortly looking back then continuing on your way.

Love was a lot of things.

It could be a crazy adventure, a sweet dream, a heartbreaking experience and an intense whirlwind for some.

But love sure was just downright embarrassing for you.

SERIES TAGLIST: @enhastolemyheart @jungwonscafe @firstclassjaylee @bahiyyihina

#junnieverse.zip #junnieverse.guts #sunoo #kim sunoo #enhypen #enha #enhypen sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo angst #sunoo oneshots #sunoo imagines #sunoo scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #enhypen oneshots #enhypen imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #kpop angst

[hearted-anon]

Bunny love

Words:810 Note: I am minbin biased so I need them going feral rn THIS WAS SO SHORT I'M SORRY @itzsana-kiddingmenow T/w: no pinning, no angst, might be a bit short hopefully not Lee: Changbin Ler: Minho

Changbin slumped against the couch lazily, right onto his Hyung's stomach. They both had just been through ridiculous schedules once more, the rapper having little to no rest akin to the rest of 3RACHA. Eyebags started to become prominent under his eyes, his posture getting worse and worse over time. With comeback season and production of songs weighing heavy, none of the producer trio got any rest at all, now Chan being forced to rest with a cuddle hungry Lix while Jisung busied himself with Jeongin's company.

Minho barely batted an eye at the sleepy Dwaekki resting on his tummy, immersed in catching up on the K-drama that he held still on his phone above the younger's head. He felt incredibly bad, not knowing what to do besides let the rapper rest comfortably after all they've been through. He wanted to help, give back to Changbin who was their support during tough times, Changbin who was their happy pill when schedules suffocated them tight in restraints, now completely sucked of energy without anyone to lean on.

The cool breeze of the aircon blew over the bunnies, Lee Know trying to keep a calm face that increasingly worn down to an obvious frown of concern when Changbin shuffled awkwardly on his comfortable 'pillow', evident that his horrible sleep schedule was finally hitting him in the face with karma. Slowly but surely, a hesitant hand reached down to the younger, holding it gently in a warm embrace.

The dwaekki's eyes twinkled as he stared up at the older, who didn't look in his direction once, keeping his usual stern but calm expression with his eyes fixated onto his show. Changbin's fingers intertwined with Minho's slowly, the older holding his delicately as if he was a fragile piece of glass. The older eventually released his fingers from Changbin's, making him pout and whine pitifully under his breath. Fear not to the rapper though, eventually the fingers returned to him, this time on his forearm. He held his forearm, gently scratching the skin that connected the forearm and wrist area.

To Changbin's dismay, it tickled. It tickled a lot. The gentle scratches meant to lull him to sleep only kept him more awake, biting down on his lip to prevent himself from squirming or giggling. Unfortunately, Minho was all too oblivious, lightening up on the sensations to just barely grazing his inner forearm with light strokes. The rapper trembled in his grasp, throwing his head back onto the tummy, eliciting a choked gasp from the older. He glanced down to the squirming rapper, eyes glued to how the younger didn't try to pull his arm away from the soft tickles.

A smirk made its way to the bunny's face, before it was pushed down to a neutral expression, hiding his absolute joy of being the one to wash away the younger's worries. His heart swelled into a ball of affection for the rapper, watching his eyes crinkle with the cutest dimple ever, wanting to fawn over how adorable Changbin looked trying to bite back his giggles. Changbin eventually pulled away after a few minutes, afraid to cause a disturbance by ruining the silence with his laughter.

Unlucky for him, the fingers didn't stop, just landing onto his tummy to stroke his fingertips gently along the area instead, making Bin squeal and snicker away under his breath. This tempted the older all the more to start cooing over his reaction, but he wanted to be nonchalant about it until Changbin was ready to admit he needed more of these soft tickles.

"Hyuhuhung! Quit it! P-Plehehease!" Bin whined softly through his giggles, tugging gently at the fingers that made his tummy swarm with butterflies, his cheeks heating up like a sauna despite being in an aircon room as of late.

"Quit what my bunny? I'm just watching my show." Lee Know feigned ignorance and innocence, relishing in the giggles that bounced around the walls, grabbing his arm that pulled at his to gently scratch along his inner forearm again, making Binnie shake his head with more squeaky laughs.

"Stahahahap! Noho tickles!" He begs weakly for mercy, the tips of his ears burning red from the show of affection that piled onto him, melting into a puddle of tired, blushing giggles. God forbid he tried to hide his face in his hands, brought down gently by the older before his torture resumed. Eventually, he felt himself being worn down, eyes lidding while his vision clouded, his giggles wearing down.

Minho let the arm go, running a hand through the rapper's hand that elicited a purr from Changbin. Quietly, Lee Know might've turned down the volume of his exciting show, the snores of a finally resting Changbin smiling softly under the affection that rained down upon him.

He definitely didn't do that to hear the snoring, definitely not.

#..? #yes #minbin #my bunnies #cutie #jsad #sdnasjadlksjksadns #lee changbin #ler minho

[mkfluffluv]

How would Marc and Steven help their s/o when they’ve had a bad day, like the kinda bad day where everything goes wrong.

Thank you

We're Here

MARC SPECTOR X READER , STEVEN GRANT X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : your boyfriends comfort you after you've had the worst day possible

posting two fics in a day? i'm on a roll!! yes i worked on both this and dyed hair disaster in a single day, i am very tired lol, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

warnings : this is hurt/comfort. still fluff. but there's a lot of emotional stuff, blaming one’s self for things when you shouldn't, sad thoughts. this is still very fluffy tho no need to worry

word count : 1,497

masterlist

Today has been a very awful no good very bad day.

It started with getting up 10 minutes late for your desk job all because you'd forgotten to set up your alarm on time. Then, because you had hurried while getting ready, you'd also forgotten to bring the very important papers that you had to give to your boss to which he had yelled at you for hours and then proceeds to tell you to get out and go home. You weren't getting fired, no, your boss wasn't that cruel, but still, it was incredibly humiliating to have been scolded like that in front of all your co-workers.

But that's not where the bad day ends, oh no, that was simply just the beginning. On your sad walk back to your apartment, a car drove past a brown puddle, and you, standing on the sidewalk had become the selected victim of the splash. Nobody else had gotten hit. Just you. Not even the lady who was sitting right beside you. You didn’t even know how that was even possible but people were staring and you needed to go immediately.

So you've got disgusting mud water all over your work clothes as you continue your shameful walk, what next? You could already feel everyone's pitiful gaze boring into your back and could almost hear their thoughts every time you passed by each sorry look that they gave. You hated it.

So far, the only good thing that came out of that day was the nice old lady who had approached you and given you a bag of delicious pastries for you to eat. It lifted your mood a bit after she patted you on the back and left.

Then of course, because your luck was just so darned terrible, the moment you were finally at the front door of your apartment building, a man rushed past you and bumped into your shoulder, resulting in you falling on your ass and dropping the pastries into another puddle.

Those darned puddles.

At that point, you just didn't care anymore.

You were tired, hungry, upset, and just overall not in a good mood. So, you let out a scream into the palm of your hands, ignoring the people around the sidewalk that are most definitely staring at you right now.

After you've finished your little scream fest, you stand up and take a deep and long breath, whispering reassurances to yourself all the way back to your small studio apartment.

Everything was fine for a while.

You threw away your wasted pastries, changed into your comfy pajamas, and finally, sat down on your couch to watch the new episode of your favorite show. At least, that was the plan.

Imagine your shock when you find that the show was nowhere to be found on the site and when you looked up what happened to it, you just snapped.

The show had been discontinued.

-

That's pretty much how terrible your day has been. So now you're curled up in your blankets, crying into your phone with your boyfriend on the other line, whispering constant reassurances at you as you can hear him rushing through the crowds of the busy streets. It lightens up your mood a bit when you hear him yell at a bunch of random walkers, like you being sad over an unusually unlucky day was this big emergency.

When Marc bursts into your room, you immediately jump to your feet and into his embrace, Marc immediately wraps his arms around your waist and softly whispers into your hair. He doesn’t question you nor force you to talk. He just holds you tighter and tighter, making you feel safer as the seconds go by.

"You're okay, baby, you're okay, I'm here." He soothes, one of his hands gently patting your head as he presses multiple kisses to your forehead.

The dam that has been holding up all the emotions inside of you since the beginning of this day finally breaks and you start to fully cry into his shoulders. Everything is coming all at once and it's just too much. Your fear of getting fired by your boss, the worry of never being able to get rid of the stains on your work shirt, and the guilt of dropping those pastries that the old lady had been so kind to give to you. It’s all too much.

Marc guides you back to your bed, arms still tightly wrapped around you as he sways you back and forth to calm you down, all the while whispering comforting words into your ear.

The both of you stay like that for a while until your sobs quiet down and you can breathe slightly better now.

Suddenly, he pulls away but still keeps you at arm's length. You let out a disapproving whine at the loss of his warmth against your body, but when you look up, you notice the change in his expression and his posture.

His brows are more furrowed, his lips tightly shut and turned downwards to an upset frown. He's holding you by your forearms tightly as if holding back the urge to punch the wall next to him. It's not tight to the point of hurting though. You know Jake would never hurt you.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, the tone of his voice dangerous and threatening but you know they're not directed to you. You don't know to who the voice should be directed. Should it be for your boss who humiliated you in front of your friends and co-workers? Or maybe the driver who splashed mud all over your work clothes? Maybe the man who had pushed you and made you drop your pantries? No. You don't know because you can't blame any of them and can only blame your bad luck.

So you shake your head instead, indicating that you don't want to talk about it right now. Jake's face drops even more but he understands and opens his arms. You naturally fall into them, your back now pressed to his chest as he plays with your hair. He tells you about his day, about the different people he talked to working as a cabbie, and the criminals that he had caught. It's nice. You listen to him intently as his voice drowns out your loud thoughts.

Eventually though, after a while of hugging, your emotional breakdown starts to tire you. Your eyes are half-opened and you're yawning every few seconds. Jake chuckles at you.

"Guess it's Steven's turn to comfort you. He's always been the better cuddler after all." He says. His arms wrap around your stomach and his chin rests on your shoulder so you can turn and see his smile.

"You're all good cuddlers." You respond, a hand coming up to pat Jake's head and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"But you won't deny that Steven's the best cuddler, huh?" You shake your head at his question with a shy smile, making him laugh a little. "I won't argue with that."

Jake holds you for a little longer before you can feel the way his posture changes, his eyes changing from the usual tense stare to Steven's often wide-eyed but still somewhat relaxed one.

"Hi, Steven." You greet him, the smile on your face lighting up even more. He smiles back at you of course and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Hi, love." He greets back.

You turn your body so that you're facing him now, and press your forehead against his. He then moves his hands to hold yours as you practice your breathing together. In and out. In and out. This is how it usually goes with Steven. A few minutes of just grounding yourselves before falling asleep.

You pull away first when you remember something important.

"Don't you have, um," You flail your hands around your face and do the motion of throwing a crescent blade, unsure of what word you should use to describe their nightly routines.

Steven laughs at your silly reenactment and shakes his head. "The old pigeon will understand. He's got a big ole soft spot for you actually." He tells you, to which your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Steven can't help but lightly pinch your cheeks.

He then lays down on your bed, pulling you with him and closer to him. His arms wrap cozily around your waist and his legs tangle themselves with yours. The position is comfy and warm but most importantly, it makes you feel safe.

Having Steven, Marc, and Jake around makes you feel so much safer now. No more worries are lingering in your head about what other things your bad luck would bring to you, no more fears of what the next day might become. All you can feel and hear right now is their heartbeat close to your ears and it's steady and calm and comforting in all the right ways.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight imagine #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #jake lockley imagine #moon knight x you #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you

[unforth]

I'm glad your KS problem got solved. Can you please use some time to post about Palestine? People are being killed in your name. Use your platform please. Thank you

Hey anon! So...no, I won't be doing that. What the fuck do you even mean "people are being killed in my name"? Absolutely no one is killing in my name, and I owe talking about it more to no one.

First, I trigger pretty severely to harm to children, which automatically means that a great deal of the coverage of Palestine is very triggering for me.

Second, I think there are plenty of people already blogging about this, that not every single blog needs to become wall-to-wall discussion of Palestine, and that mass-blogging about the conflict is entirely performative.

Third, in general I rarely blog about political events, and when I do it's virtually always US election (FOR FUCK'S SAKE YOU HAVE TO VOTE) and/or things about censorship, because those are the areas that interest me and that I personally feel strongly about.

Fourth, I think the demand that a stranger blog about that one specific event, ignoring all the other ongoing tragedies in the world (the war in Ukraine and the genocide in the Congo, to name two that spring immediately to mind) is honestly heckin' weird.

Fifth, I own and run a business, and it's entirely within my rights to decide to keep that business apart from incredibly divisive current events. The business account (which is entirely separate from my personal account - it's not a side blog, it's a separate log in) - when it interacts with political topics at all - primarily blogs about recent happenings in publishing and related fields (so, legislation about free speech, ongoing strikes, etc.) and about recent happenings related to queer things (positive legislation and negative legislation being proposed or passed). I intentionally do not blog about other political topics, because they have nothing to do with the business. The most political the Press has gotten about the conflict in the Middle East is that we've quietly removed a couple books from rec lists that were written by authors or released by publishers who have managed, by publicizing their OWN views, to become especially controversial (especially on Tiktok) and even that I did extremely reluctantly, I just don't want to get Tiktok cancelled because we spent 5 seconds saying we liked a book by someone they currently hate, because Tiktok is Like That.

As to my own personal views on the conflict, which you are in absolutely no way entitled to know but which I have previously shared publicly so don't mind sharing again, I am a Jew and I was raised to believe that when all the rest of the world turned on us, Israel would always be the one place where we'd be safe, and I clung to that belief over 40 years of watching Israel become increasingly right wing and jingoistic, continuing to believe that the surest path to safety and security for everyone involved was a two-state solution.

As I previously wrote here, in the face of Israel's current actions against Palestine, I no longer believe that. If this is how Israel behaves, I no longer think Israel has a right to exist. I do still think that the best outcome right now is a two-state solution, but one that involves the complete abolition of the current Israeli government and army, to be replaced with a system that isn't, ya know, disgustingly fascist - and that if that can't be done, we need a one-state solution, and that one state shouldn't be Israel. This is my personal opinion.

However, I also acknowledge that for many Jews, this is an incredibly loaded, difficult topic, and I would never align my business to an official position like this because I have no desire to alienate people who I know feel as conflicted and complicated about this as I do myself. I take it as a matter of simple real fact that I respect my friends and colleagues enough to accept that they may reach different conclusions than I have about this, and I don't want them to feel unwelcome in a space that I've created because I on an individual level have reached a different conclusions about what I believe to be the best ending for this conflict than they have. We also do not allow political conversations of this stripe in our server for the same reason.

No matter how much people on both sides keep trying to paint this conflict as black and white, right and wrong, with one-and-done magic single-switch solutions, it's not that simple, never has been, and never will be, and the reality on the ground of ways to resolve this are also not that simple. Now, to be clear, I think it IS simple and accurate to say: the killing needs to stop i.m.m.e.d.i.a.t.e.l.y. That's a given and I think I'd be hard-pressed to find anyone in the circles I travel in who'd disagree. But what should happen AFTER that? That's where I think reasonable people can still disagree about what should happen next to that land and the people living on it.

Anyway.

I should probably stop talking before, in my effort to be nuanced and balanced, I say something that leads someone to think I should be canceled. I am against the genocide 100% and this conflict has turned me from reluctantly vaguely okay with zionism to anti-zionist, but I also am tired of seeing people act like big problems have easy solutions, and I'm tired of the suggestion that anyone who isn't performatively outraged about this specific situation 24/7 is a bad person with wrong opinions.

Like, I think you need to take a look in the mirror and ask yourself why you thought this was an appropriate ask to send a stranger. I'm genuinely disgusted that you'd try to turn a conflict that has nothing to do with me into something I'm personally responsible for because it's being done "in my name." Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you? Antisemitic much? I'm a Jew, but that doesn't and never will mean that the Israeli government speaks for me or in my name. Fuck you.

#unforth replies #politics #antisemitism #i'm not tagging the other major things in this post because I don't want it to be that visible #but if anyone needs something specific tagged please let me know

[art-blogge]

Christmas and it's Eve Ordeal on the Mephistopheles

Dante came out of their room to an oddly-silent Mephistopheles, not a single Sinner speaking or even moving. That had never been a good sign in the past, so reasonably they believed it wasn't one now and warily stepped back into the safety of the Corridor. Faust spotted this and broke what seemed to have been a long-running silence.

"Good morning, Dante. If the Sinners behave themselves through medical check-ups…"

She trailed off there, unable to bother finishing the sentence. Luckily, Dante caught on and finished it for her.

<"Then we can go get each other Christmas gifts?">

Don Quixote bouncing in her seat was the only answer they needed, though they kept watching. Several other Sinners had their eyes light up at the mention of Christmas, while both Gregor and Sinclair looked elsewhere. They also noticed that oddly enough, Vergilius also seemed unhappy. That made sense. Vergil never really liked people being loud or places being crowded, and anywhere around Christmas time was both.

<"Then let's start today's official Limbus Company business. One Thread Luxcavation, one Ticket Luxcavation, and a visit to the Mirror after medical checks. That is everything planned for today. If we finish early enough, I'll let you guys go out shopping in groups.">

The Sinners mostly all cheered, souring Vergil's mood further.

"Charon wants sweets for Christmas," Charon mumbled, starting the Mephistopheles' engine, "Vroom vroom."

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Dante spent most of the Mirror run holding a pen and notepad, opting to ignore Reindeer Ishmael nearly killing N-Meursault with Mind Whip in favor of writing down potential gift ideas. Yeah, yeah, whoops. They'd have Faust heal him next fight. Next fight. Faust, Fluid Sack, Win Rate, Go.

Okay, back to the list. Some Sinners were incredibly simple to plan for. Don Quixote, for example, just get her fixer merch. Done. Rodya would want booze.

Other Sinners were a lot tougher to plan for. Like, what in the world would Hong Lu want? Or Meursault?

Sudden blood on their notepad forced Dante to look up. Right. The Bull. They Forgot About the Bull. They'd have to apologize to Sinclair later for letting him die in such a stupid way.

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No sooner than Dante declaring work over did most of the Sinners rush past them and bail, leaving them with only three others. Sinclair opted to head to the Corridors, so two. Charon also headed back, so one other.

There was no longer a chance Dante could go out shopping. The only one left was Vergil…. But they didn't give up. They flipped to a new notepad page and scribbled a request before showing it to Vergil.

|"Please take me out shopping so I'm not alone,"| was all Dante wrote.

"You're not a child," was Vergil's dismissive response, and Dante whined before writing |"Please?"|

"No."

<"Please?">

"If what you said was "Please", no."

<"Please please please?">

"No."

Still not giving up, Dante wrote something else.

|"How am I supposed to buy sweets for Charon if I can't go out?"|

"Do it yourself."

Dante huffed and tore the page out before crumpling it and throwing it at Vergil's face. Fine. Fine! They'd do it alone!

With that, Dante stepped out of the Mephistopheles and into the cold evening light.

Unbeknownst to them, red eyes followed them.

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Dante's first stop was a nearby antique shop. If questioned, they would absolutely admit they just wanted to look around for themselves. It was true, too. They really did want to just look around. If they saw anything good though? They'd buy it.

Something they'd been keeping secret for a while now was how much they got in their weekly paycheck. They never ate, so they saved most of it in a lockbox under their bed. They only kept small amounts on their person at all times in event of needing to help someone pay or a robbery- Both of which happened with surprising regularity.

While they were wondering if Yi Sang would like another mirror, they heard what was distinctly Gregor's voice and paused.

"Yeah, I can't afford that though, Rodya bud."

Dante held their breath to quell the flame on their head, and then leaned around the shelf to see what he was talking about. Some kind of candle machine? They had no idea what they were looking at.

"Well, how else would you set a menorah?" Rodion asked Gregor, not really looking at it.

"With a lot of difficulty," Gregor grumbled, shaking his bug arm a bit to emphasize his point.

Dante went back around the shelf and exhaled, letting their flame come back to life. They then proceeded to search through the dictionary on their multi-tool device, taking well over twenty minutes to read through everything necessary. By the time they were done, Gregor and Rodion were gone.

Excellent.

Along with the electrical menorah, Dante managed to also find some antique pens, a ship in a bottle, a red compass, a rusty locket, and a jade necklace. They knew exactly who all of these would go to, too: Faust, Ishmael, Ishmael again, Heathcliff, and Hong Lu in that order.

Dante was a little nervous purchasing something on their own for the first time, but it turned out to be a non-issue. They didn't even need to try and speak, simply handing the desired items over and then paying once they were all scanned. They left the antique store humming, unaware of the figure watching nearby.

Next!

The next store they went into wasn't because they wanted to- It was because they wanted to avoid speaking to Faust and Ryoshu on their way back to the Mephistopheles. They knew Faust saw them, that was expected, but prayed that Ryoshu hadn't. They figured they may as well look around while they were here.

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Shopping was going excellently, Dante figured. It was cold now, but they'd gotten nearly everything they'd been considering. Nearly. At no point had they become aware that they were still being followed.

Something in a window caught their figurative eye and they stopped to look. A lone camera sat in the store window, surrounded by all sorts of other doodads. Oh. Oh. They wanted that. They really wanted that.

They knew what a camera was. Meursault had told them in great detail when they'd asked. Having photos of the Sinners- No, the entire team… Sounded great to them. Hell, even pictures of themselves. It would be proof they existed, even if they would one day be forgotten.

Dante didn't realize they'd been staring at the camera for several minutes until they heard a stick snap nearby. They looked away for the source of the sound, but they were alone still. Wary, Dante ducked into the store anyway. They weren't here to buy for themselves. They'd at least look around.

----

On the way out, Dante gave a look to the window again and froze. The camera was gone. Someone had bought it when they hadn't been looking. Drat. They couldn't help but let their shoulders droop a bit- They'd really wanted that.

Oh well. It wasn't about them anyway, Dante had to remind themselves. It was for everyone else on the Mephistopheles.

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"Could you take any bloody longer?!"

Heathcliff's reprimand startled Dante badly, with them nearly dropping their bags and train horning.

Once they recovered the little composure they had, they realized Heathcliff was wearing his coat for once. It was really that cold outside.

"C'mon! You're the last one out, Clockface! Were you gonna camp outside or somethin'? Utter loon."

Before Dante could respond, Heathcliff grabbed them by the collar and started dragging. Dante just mimed a sigh and held onto their purchases tightly, listening to Heathcliff describe his day with increasingly colourful language. By the time they'd reached the Mephistopheles, Dante was certain they'd learned at least ten new words and three phrases, all vulgar in nature.

"Found 'em!" Heathcliff announced to the rest of the bus, and Dante sheepishly dipped their head as they boarded.

"It took you too long," Vergil muttered, barely looking up from his book, "Let Faust assign you a babysitter next time."

Dante apologetically stuttered out a whistle before bustling to their own room. They didn't even bother with words that time- Why would it matter? Vergil didn't understand them.

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Once in their room with the door shut and work clothes thrown over There, the fun could start. They'd nabbed wrapping paper and tape from Outis earlier in the week, unintentionally starting a chain of stealing/"borrowing" supplies that ended with three Sinners dead and five sets of supplies ruined. They'd never apologized for it, and it was too late to now. Or was it? Maybe they'd apologize on the gift card tag thing.

For Yi Sang, they'd bought several empty notebooks for him to write and doodle in. They were also sure to buy him a large package of motion sickness pills, knowing very well that he'd need them later. Dante wasn't sure how Yi Sang would take the notebooks, but they'd genuinely had no other ideas. It'd be better than him writing poetry on the bus windows in non-permanent marker. Not that Dante ever complained, but they kind of wanted to be able to read those after one day.

For Faust, the antique pens. Like Yi Sang, Dante was stumped on what to get her for the most part, but the pens reminded them of her. The second object they'd bought had been pricey, easily one of the most expensive things they'd purchased- A telescope. Faust had mentioned exactly once a past penchant for stargazing, and Dante never forgot anything (with two total exceptions, which they would later argue didn't count.). Dante made sure these were wrapped immaculately so that Faust wouldn't find fault with the packaging job…. Hopefully. She probably would. She always did.

For Don Quixote, the easiest Sinner to find gifts for, a mish-mash pile of Color Fixer memorabilia. Pins, stickers, a figure or two, etcetera. The second thing Dante bought was two Snow Leopard plush that bore resemblance to Vergilius, with the colors and bright red eyes that Dante swore would glow when they weren't looking. Don Quixote would get one of these. They could already imagine how happy she'd be.

For Ryoshu, a pack of art supplies. Despite her being an artist, Dante had never actually seen her make art. It was possible they were misunderstanding- Was the violence really the art?- But they took the risk anyway. It couldn't hurt. Maybe it would encourage her to be artistic outside of killing everyone. The other gift, smaller in nature, was a few packs of higher quality cigarettes. They just hoped she wouldn't smoke them on the Mephistopheles.

For Meursault, the best pair of sunglasses they could find. They had absolutely noticed Meursault's poor tolerance for direct sunlight, and despite him never mentioning it, Dante knew it was necessary. That, and a pair of noise-cancelley headphones so he could tune out Ishmael and Heathcliff's regular spats. That was also a wild guess on Dante's part.

For Hong Lu, the jade necklace. Hong Lu had been The Most Difficult Sinner to buy gifts for, bar none, and Dante genuinely had no idea what to buy. The necklace had been purely on a whim. It probably wasn't a real gem, but that hadn't been the point. The second thing Dante bought had been from another instance of accidental eavesdropping. Hong Lu and Sinclair had been discussing trying to raise plants, and Hong Lu offhandedly mentioned red flowers feeling like home. The flowers had been purchased mere minutes afterwards.

For Heathcliff, they started with a rusty locket. Before wrapping it though, Dante got up and cleaned it off to the best of their ability. They didn't really want to gift something dirty. Thankfully, between heating and washing, they managed to get the rust(?) off. Pleased, they packaged it before the other headphones they'd bought. These ones were intended for use at night, when Heathcliff's room was regularly thundering. They hoped these would help at least a little.

For Ishmael, the red compass and the ship in a bottle. She'd been the second easiest to find gifts for, and Dante had no complaints. They were sure Ishmael would know the compass at least was from them- It was a similar color to their head, and Ishmael had once referred to them as like a compass. Dante didn't want to say they were teasing Ishmael, definitely not, but…. They kinda were. As for the ship and bottle, Dante included a little note. |"If you want to pretend this is the Pequod, we can smash it with your shield later!! C:"|. That would cover if Ishmael didn't like it.

For Rodion, booze. Nice and simple. Getting ID'd had almost been a nightmare for Dante, what with theirs not actually showing an age, but it was apparently enough. They figured three bottles of varying types would be enough. The second thing was a few board games. They knew she liked card games, but she left everyone in the dust with them with an unsurprising frequency. Maybe a board game would be more fair to them as a whole? She'd enjoy it regardless.

For Sinclair, a little office cactus. That hadn't been decided on until the previously-mentioned eavesdropping incident. For some reason, a cactus had felt like the correct choice. Maybe Sinclair would put it on a desk or something. Did he have a desk? Probably. If not, he could stick it in the office. The second thing purchased was a big blue scarf. Dante didn't think that needed justification. It made sense.

For Outis, the biggest toolbox they could find. Ever since the Mephistopheles had been worked on to achieve Boat Mode, Dante had taken particular note of how Outis enjoyed doing mechanic work. They wanted to cultivate it, encourage it. Outis wasn't happy often, and they hoped this would make her a little happy. The second purchase that Dante was already regretting was a military grade bugle. She'd threatened so many times to obtain one to wake the Sinners with, and she'd never been allowed to get one. If Dante gave her one, would she actually compliment them instead of being backhanded? They had no idea. They could hope.

For Gregor, the electrical menorah. After all that research, they understood why Gregor hadn't been a Christmas fan. He'd never celebrated it, instead celebrating a different holiday. They'd have to ask Gregor about it in person later. It sounded interesting and their dictionary didn't have nearly enough information for them to be pleased. The other purchase was some simple hairties with ribbons attached. Dante had absolutely no idea how Gregor tied his hair ribbon every day one-handed, so this was an attempt to help out. That, and it'd be fun seeing different colors in Gregor's hair.

For Charon, several boxes of sweets. They'd memorized the boxes of what Charon would most often have, and so got the biggest boxes they could find. The second gift was the other Snow Leopard Vergil plush. She liked stuffed toys if Bongy was anything to go by. She would love this.

For Vergilius… Dante proceeded to spend big money. The joke T-shirt wasn't expensive, and neither were the books (which had just released). No. The big money went to a new pair of glasses for him. Vergil owned a pair of glasses meant to reduce the effects of his eyes, but not only did they work poorly, they'd recently been broken in a "spat" between him and two other Sinners. Needless to say, Dante had hurt badly that day. Did Dante hope Vergil would appreciate them for this? Yes. Would they get it? Absolutely not, but they could dream.

There was one more gift, but they stuck it into their coat pocket. That would be revealed much later.

That was it. They'd finally finished. Now for the second part of their plot. They had wanted to leave gifts on everyone's seats, but if they came out in the morning with nothing, it would be suspicious. Therefore, the plan had two steps. Step one, put ONE of the gifts on each person's seat without waking anyone. Step two, bring the second set out in the morning. They had no plan for if someone noticed that Dante hadn't gotten anything. Maybe they should have bought that camera or something.

Step one nearly went without a hitch. Every seat had a gift or two (or three, in one case) on it, and Dante hadn't woken anyone. The only snag was Outis appearing in the hallway as they were retreating.

<"Morning, Outis,"> Dante nervously tick-tocked, dipping their head down and shoulders up, <"Any reason you're up so late?">

"Early," she corrected, definitely spotting that Dante was being Suspicious™. "Someone needs to be on watch duty, and you don't seem to be doing it, Executive Manager. Please allow me."

<"Go nuts."> Dante answered before quickly tacking on <"Uh, I mean, go ahead. Just uh, don't um.">

They'd ruined it. Squandered it, even.

<"Just leave the gift on your seat alone, okay? That's for the morning. Let me have my one evil plot.">

Outis gave Dante her famed dark smirk before nodding and heading past them. She wouldn't speak up. Good. It hadn't been ruined after all. They could finally go to bed.

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"MANAGER ESQUIRRRREEEE!!! IT HAS BECOME CHRISTMAAAAAAAAS!!!!"

To say Dante fell out of their own bed would be a severe understatement. A more accurate statement would be to say that Dante not only fell out of their own bed but also blared a scream loud enough that the entire bus heard it.

<"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"> Dante honked, hiding their face in their hands as if there was something to hide. Their embarrassment? Clear as day.

Don Quixote did not receive this message and hugged them instead.

"It's Christmas! There are gifts! Come, we verily shall go and receive our treasures!"

She then ran out, followed up by Ryoshu cursing and Hong Lu laughing.

Dante heaved a sigh out of their fire export, blowing a flame a foot higher than they normally go. There was a reason they didn't do that outside of their own room.

Time to go and get nothing, they supposed.

Dante threw on some ratty slippers and their coat before grabbing their pile of second gifts and heading out.

<"Good morning!"> they chimed, <"Merry Christmas and if you heard me scream, no you didn't!">

"Huh? Were the ones on our seats not from you?" Rodion asked, which Dante didn't answer. If they could smile, they would be widely grinning while saying absolutely nothing. They didn't notice their clock hands shifting to mimic the evil grin they were imagining.

<"My gifts are right here, Rodya. Here's yours, Donqui-.">

Without waiting for anyone to exchange gifts, Don Quixote started tearing into the one Dante handed her.

"At least wait, lassie!" cried Heathcliff, but he too was ignored in favor of making the wrapping paper on the gift into a ripped mess on the floor.

Dante covered where they thought their ears were just in time for Don Quixote to dissolve into triumphant stuttering and gibberish. They could see her eyes glittering even from across the bus! They'd succeeded. Someone was happy with their gifts. That was all they needed to be happy.

With Don Quixote preoccupied by Dante's one gift, the Sinners started exchanging gifts and tearing them open.

"R-Really, Ryoshu..? A sword…? Where did you even get this..??"

"S.H.U.T. W.T.F.?"

"Don't you "WTF" me, you ungrateful wretch. I know you needed that. Now who thought this miniature horse was funny? I'd like a word with you."

It… Wasn't going well otherwise, huh?

Dante opted to instead start quickly handing out their gifts again, hoping the mood would change.

"A-ha! You heard my request, Executive Manager! I knew you would understand me, thank you!"

Outis brandishing the bugle was terrifying and they still regretted that decision. A little less now, though.

Meursault wordlessly put on the headphones while Heathcliff tried on the locket. Meursault seemed… Pleased? Dante had never seen that expression on Meursault before.

"HOH! BEHOLD THIS LIKENESS OF SIR VERGILIUS!"

Seemed Don Quixote found Dante's other gift, and she was now proudly holding it up like a trophy. Vergil, for what it mattered, didn't seem exceptionally offended by this plush existing in the same realm as him.

"And there is no tag on this gift! A mystery is upon us! Whomst bequeathed this glorious gift upon mineself?!"

No one answered her beyond shrugs and "I dunno"s. Nobody knew except Dante.

"I have a fairly good idea, but it isn't my place to tell," Outis hinted, and Dante was instantly doomed just like that.

"Manager Esquire, is it true?! You've gifted us not once but twice?!"

<"H-how much money do you think I have…?"> Dante whistled, definitely not trying to escape this conversation by backing away.

"Bug guy is crying," Charon stated, and Dante immediately strode forward to see what was going on.

Gregor had found the electric menorah.

<"Happy Hannukah, Gregor,"> Dante chimed, only to be met with the tightest Gregor hug they'd ever gotten. They did not have a complaint about this and returned it with as much strength as they could muster. It wasn't enough. They'd need to work out or something.

Meanwhile, Faust tested her new pens while Ryoshu ripped open her new art supplies. Rodya cheered as she unpacked booze, Sinclair put the scarf on, and Ishmael grimaced while looking at Dante and holding the compass. Yi Sang hugged the bottle of motion sickness pills, Hong Lu modelled the jade necklace, and Charon hugged her Vergil Snow Leopard plush.

Dante was utterly thrilled, but it didn't end there. The Sinners and Charon seemed to notice a theme (Dante's gifts being good) and intentionally focused their gifts now.

"Hey, I wanted a plant! Thanks, Dante…"

"I do not recall informing you that I enjoyed stargazing. You will have to tell Faust when I said that. This is not a complaint."

"Finally, some good smokes. A.F.T."

"……" (Meursault did not say anything, instead putting the sunglasses on and testing them by looking outside the window. He was pleased again.)

"Something to project my thoughts onto without causing a disturbance… I quite enjoy these yellow covers as well. You have my thanks, Dante."

"Card games! Who wants to make bets on Uno?! Dante, this rocks!"

"… Dante, my shield isn't a good weapon for this. We can use that idiot's bat. Shatter this to pieces. Thanks."

"Manager bud, you're spoiling us! I've needed some of these!"

"Executive Manager, I don't remember giving you permission to read my mind! How did you know?!"

"These are lovely, Dante."

"Oh, hell yeah. No more of that shite noise. Dante, you right cunt, how much did you spend on these?"

"Candy. Thank you, Clockhead."

Dante had rocketed past cloud 9 and into Heaven itself for a few minutes, gaining a halo and being one with the universe. They dropped back down to mortal level when they realized someone still hadn't touched their gifts. Vergilius.

<"Hey Vergil, I got you stuff too!"> they pointed out (literally), but Vergil huffed, clearly uninterested.

<"I spent real money on that!! You're going to like it!">

Faust dutifully translated, but Vergil still seemed doubtful.

"Joke gifts are not gifts, Danteh."

Dante was confused until they remembered the first gift they'd bought him, and--- Wait.

<"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT I BOUGHT YOU?!">

Another translation, and Vergil rolled his eyes.

"I distinctly recall you wanting someone to go with you. I wasn't aware you wanted your hand held like a child."

Oh. OH. He'd SEEN them buy that. No wonder!!

<"Okay, fine, but the others aren't joke gifts, prommie!">

"… Prommie?" Heathcliff repeated in confusion, wondering who Dante got that off of.

"You really prommie?" Gregor added, egging Dante on to repeat the silly word.

<"Why are you making fun of me? I do promise!">

The conversation turned into a debate, judge and jury battling it out on if "Prommie" was a real word and if it should be used on company territory. Dante stopped paying attention to it within seconds, their full attention on Vergil slowly opening his gifts.

It was worth it. Watching Vergil's eyes widen and slightly light up made the entire world worth having. Dante typewriter dinging in victory immediately made him resume his usual dead expression, but even Vergil couldn't suppress a wry smile.

"Dante. How much. Did you spend on these?"

<"You don't wanna know.">

"Know what, Manager bud?"

<"Don't worry about it.">

When Dante looked back, Vergil had already put the glasses on. Not a single bit of glow outside of them! Another ding, and Dante gave him a thumbs up.

It helped that Vergil with glasses was incredibly hot, not that they'd ever admit that under any kind of torture in a million years.

"…. I appreciate the novels, but I should kill you."

He'd found the joke t-shirt.

"Dante, you know we got you gifts, right? You're not just ignoring them? I'll start chucking cards at you, you know."

They had?! Where?!?!

There was a stack of gifts sitting on their seat that Dante had completely overlooked, and they immediately tore into them like a child on… Well, you know. Because it was Christmas.

Were most of the gifts useless and also goofy? Yes. Absolutely. They had no need for a fireproof reindeer headband or fake kk tattoos, but that didn't matter. They'd been thought about and given physical things.

One gift left after a few minutes. Dante wasn't sure who it was from, admittedly, since it wasn't labelled. It wasn't big, easily holdable, but they had no idea what it WAS and so tore it open carefully.

<"I wanted this!!"> Dante cheered, admiring the camera from the store window with unanticipated glee, <"Thanks Vergie!">

"Don't call me that. Now explain why I am "Not allowed near industrial grade machinery", Dante."

Dante looked up to Vergil holding up the offending t-shirt, a single eyebrow raised and waiting for an answer.

"Any day now. Nice and loud for everyone to hear. Why?"

Dante took a photo instead of answering before standing back up. A pause, and then Dante took a picture of the Sinners. That would get hung up in their room. No, wait. One last thing.

<"I have one more announcement!">

The Sinners shut up and looked to Dante, expecting something earth-shattering. They would be right in a moment.

Dante pulled out the gift card they'd bought.

<"Who wants HamHamPangPang?">

The cheers from the Sinners were audible down the street. Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah.

#writing tag #limbus company #dante lcb #project moon #Happy Holidays #im not tagging everyone #i would rather explode 16 times #every sinner and charon and vergie #this is the longest one ive written i think. i beat 4k in this oneshot

[daceydeath]

Cigarettes and Cliche's (Part 2)

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.2K Genre: college au, slow burn romance Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, alcohol use, suggestive content,

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him

The attraction you had to Felix had gone from thinking he was stupidly good looking but an arsehole to a he might not be a total dickhead but he was at least a very attractive dickhead but there was no way you were ever going to admit that. It was still better in your opinion to ignore him as much as possible and hopefully you wouldn't have anything other to do with each other unless it was through Seung and Innie and others were around. You had apologized to the boys who were equally sorry for not really listening to you and they promised it would never happen again and to prove the fact they decided to invite some of the guys over for pre-drinks before the next party they would be heading out to on the Saturday. You were nervous about it of course, you had never been to a collage party, or any party of that sort before and you were not much of a drinker either so you hoped they wouldn't make fun of you too much. You had picked up a day shift during the week to make sure you wouldn't be called in during the weekend not wanting to disappoint Seungmin or Jeongin when them having their friends get to know you so they would all play nice was so important to them.

The weekend came a lot faster than you were prepared for and your nerves were higher than you expected, you had made friends with Jeongin and Seungmin out of necessity you needed another place to live and they were the best option so you had been forced to make it work with them but truth be told you didn't have many friends so you were often awkward without meaning to be. You had seen Felix around more than you normally would in the last week, he had come in with Hyunjin and Lee Know once and stayed for almost your whole shift not speaking to you other than ordering and asking generic questions in his cocky way but sneaking glances at you when he thought you were busy.

"You look exactly like you always do" Jeongin laughed as you walked from your room through the lounge to the kitchen.

"Am I supposed to look different?" you chuckled looking down at yourself and then over at Jeongin "I know you are going out after but I'm not, so I'm not dressing up to hang out in my own house".

"She looks cute in sweats Innie" Seungmin called down the hallway still in his room getting ready.

"Yeah I look cute Innie!" you mimicked poking your tongue out at him before realizing what had actually been said "Hold up I look cute???" you called back to Seungmin.

"You always look cute" Innie laughed as he watched you get flustered by the comments "and you are always fun to tease". You glared at him in mock annoyance pulling snacks out of the cupboard for anyone to help themselves to before sitting at the dining table and opening your laptop to waste time.

"What are you studying now?" Seung smirked looking over at you as he walked into the lounge and flopped down on the couch.

"Nothing I was just looking up a few things that I wanted to go see before the semester starts" you mumbled ignoring the pair of them as they continued to pick and tease you as they loaded up a game to play while they waited for the guys.

The buzzer from downstairs rang which you got up to answer seeing Chan and Changbin on the screen you buzzed them up and went down the hall to let them in.

"Evening" you smiled letting them past you into the apartment.

"How's it going?" Chan grinned squeezing your shoulder as he made his way towards the kitchen shopping bag full of what you assumed to be alcohol in his other hand.

"You coming with us tonight?" Changbin waggled his eyebrows at you making you snort as he held his half drunk beer up in salute.

"I'm good and of course not I could never keep us with you boys" you rolled your eyes following them towards the lounge as they both continued to speak over each other. You watched them greet each other laughing and making jokes their drinks were abandoned on the counter between the kitchen and lounge. The buzzer went again and you found yourself looking at Hyunjin's handsome face smirking at you, you were tempted to make him stay outside but you could hear Han in the background so you relented.

"Come up" you sighed giving them access to the lobby they made there way up and you were thankful Han was with them it would hopefully make the whole thing less awkward.

"Hi again Han" you greeted as he stepped through the door first.

"Hey! are the two idiots here?" He grinned stepping aside to let the others pass so you could shut the door.

"You are going to have to be far more specific Han" you replied sarcastically making him laugh loudly and you smile.

"Hi Choi" Felix smirk from behind you as soon as Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak.

"Felix" you nodded politely albeit slightly awkwardly.

"Are you not coming out with us tonight?" he continued keeping Hyunjin and Lee Know from saying anything to you.

"Have you ever seen me at a party?" you ask rhetorically stepping into the lounge room which got a little quiet as Seung and Innie watched you interact with Felix.

"She hates parties" Seung shrugged handing you a cup he had already filled with something you couldn't identify.

"I don't hate them I just don't enjoy them. At all" you defended still looking at whatever was in your cup "and what is this Seung?"

"Vodka lemonade" He smiled and you sipped it tentatively looking at him with suspicion.

"So you met Hyunjin but this is Minho" Jeongin smiled looking towards the others.

"Hello again Hyunjin, Hello Minho" you waved, sipping your drink again and scrunching your nose a little bit.

"Hello" Hyunjn purred smiling sexily at you "You really have been keeping secrets haven't you?" he looked at Seungmin and Jeongin.

"Don't even think about it" Innie huffed raising his eyebrow and making Hyunjin laugh at his instant defense of you.

"There is barely any alcohol in that you know" Seung sighed playfully ignoring Hyunjin's comment entirely and taking your drink to pour you just lemonade, you shrugged not noticing how the others were looking at you.

"I know, I just don't really drink, I don't like it" you smiled as he traded the cup for you.

"You have no life" whined Innie playfully.

"I know I'm so boring people must think I'm this helpless little virgin that can't have any fun" you teased watching both his and Seung's faces flush a brilliant pink and Chan and Changbin begin laughing "For the record the walls are thin here I will hear you talking shit about me".

"I said I was sorry about that" Innie groaned as you made your way past Hyunjin and Minho who smirked at each other before Hyunjin brushed his hand across your back as you moved making you flinch slightly and Felix glare. You were distracted as the buzzer went again and you pressed the button to see who was there surprised to see Nali appear on the screen.

"Hi I'm here to see Felix" she smiled not even looking at the camera "I'm his girlfriend".

"Nali I'm almost certain you're not but I will see if he's here" you muttered leaving her looking confused. "Hang on" said louder so she could hear you properly. Walking back from the panel the boys were all sitting on the couches or pillows on the floor chatting, playing a video game or on their phones.

"Ok, who invited Nali?" You asked loudly interrupting them and making them all turn towards you.

"Nali? who is Nali?" Innie asked.

"She says she's Felix's girlfriend but she fucked Seung last week so I'm skeptical" you rolled your eyes watching Seungmin gulp and Felix look annoyed.

"How do you even know her if she was with Seung?" Innie asked confused.

"She's the room mate that I needed to move away from because I was sick of getting kicked out of my own room for these guys to get laid" you explained dryly pointing towards Felix, Hyunjin and Minho making the already slightly confused vibe in the room to turn weirder.

"Hold on you already knew them?" Han asked "Didn't you just meet Minho tonight?".

"Officially? yes it doesn't count if he just walks past as I get tossed out does it?" you shrugged feeling both annoyed and bored as the intercom continued to buzz continuously.

"I'll get rid of her" Felix almost growled standing up and walking down the hall to see her at the door.

You went back to the kitchen as the atmosphere between the boys changed not really wanting to be a part of it you waited on the other side of the wall and watched as Felix and Nali argued, she looked angry as she yelled at him her arms gesturing wildly while he stood motionless with his back to the camera until she stormed away, you then stepped into the hall to wait for him to return there was a knock on the door that signaled Felix was back, you could hear muffled hissed conversations happening in the other room as you opened the door for him again.

"She's gone, she wont come back either" he looked at you apologetically.

"I truly didn't care to be honest what you guys do is your business" you shrugged leaving him to take his shoes off, and make your way back to your room.

"She isn't my girlfriend, I'm not with anyone" he called to you as you reached the end of the hall.

"I didn't think she was but thanks for the clarification Felix" you sighed, entering the lounge you noticed how stern Chan looked and how sheepish both Minho and Hyunjin looked "Um did I walk in when I shouldn't have?"

"No we were just talking about how Hyunjin and Minho never mentioned that they had already met you" Seung explained as Innie rolled his eyes.

"They hadn't met me per say they just stood to the right of the door as I was chucked out, we never exchanged pleasantries" you tried to joke but it fell flat.

"We didn't realize that you were Nali's roommate though" Minho spoke softly "we also didn't realize that us coming round was the reason why you had to move out".

"My grades were falling and I need to keep them up otherwise I lose my funding" you explained biting your lip. "It's not actually your fault that Nali likes to enjoy herself, she is allowed to do that, the same as you can do whoever you want it was more the whole no sleep and stuff like that".

"Kind of worked out good though" Innie grinned throwing his arm loosely around your shoulders "We never would have met and you never would have started bringing us home left over food"

"Thanks Innie" you rolled your eyes moving to sit on the arm of the sofa beside Seungmin "I'm so glad the food is what keeps me around and not my stellar wit and charm".

"Seungmin said you had fairly strict parents" Chan started looking at you softly "Do they approve of the whole living with two guys and walking home alone at night thing you have going on?"

"Nope" you laughed genuinely "They don't mind the boys, mainly because I told them they were gay, but they would prefer I lived with girls. They don't know about the job at the café, they think I work as a tutor" you explained your face heating up at the admission as Seung pushed you almost of the couch and Innie gasped dramatically

"As a tutor?" Han laughed "Why would you even want to do that?"

"Well I did to begin with but I couldn't keep it up after I needed to move, it pays almost nothing, so I got the café job so I could pay rent" you shrugged. "besides what they don't know won't kill them".

"So they are super strict then?" Changbin asked looking slightly concerned.

"Look at it this way when they found out I had my first kiss when I was 15 they sent me to my grandmother's for the summer, if I was busy on the farm then boys couldn't 'distract' me from my studies" you sighed shaking your head.

"You're kidding you were sent off for manual labor for kissing a boy?" Seungmin laughed making you glare at him while the others looked between themselves.

"I didn't get any say in it he just grabbed me and kissed me, I didn't even like the jerk" you pouted making Jeongin laugh too.

"You are actually hopeless" Seungmin started laughing even harder both of you missing the look Felix had on his face.

"Turns out maybe I should have stayed with Nali, she at least offered to help me get laid you two just eat me food at laugh at me" You huffed in fake annoyance moving from the sofa Seungmin was on the perch on the arm next to Chan.

"That was cold" Hyunjin laughed making you shrug.

"Aww we can get you laid" Innie laughed "we have a few friends worth your time like....."

"Yeah please don't, I've seen the girls you bring home and I'm good" you interrupted "besides the last thing I need is for my parent's to think I'm seeing anyone that would end badly" you blinked furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

"What do you mean?" Han asked gently.

"If my parents found out that I was even casually hooking up I would be pulled out of school" you admitted quietly "The rules for my education are pretty clear cut, if I study and do well I get rewarded by being able to attend this university, If I get distracted or start dating even if it doesn't effect my grades my funding will be pulled and I will have to return to my home town".

"That's pretty harsh" Chan cautiously added.

"Yeah but I really down want to got back all I ever wanted was to get out and now I have I wont jeopardize that" you smiled "But enough about me I have no life after all".

"Yes you do" Innie protested.

"You literally said I have no life not like five minutes ago" you laughed getting up and crossing the lounge to your own bedroom door "try not to get in any fights Seung and Innie I'm not holding your hair while you puke, have fun".

Closing your bedroom door you sighed leaning against it feeling overwhelmed, Felix had tried to be nice to you but after Nali showed up the reality of what he was like crashed over you like a bucket of ice water, Hyunjin and Minho were obviously just trying their luck to annoy your room mates and although all of Seung and Innie's friends were attractive and seemed so kind you didn't want to get to involved, you didn't want the hurt that would inevitably come with the unrequited feelings and being ditched when they got into serious relationships.

"Why the fuck would you touch her like that?" Felix spat making you jump slightly from where you were leaning.

"Felix, do you know how you look at her? like those party girls look at you all big eyed and hopeless" Minho laughed louder than he probably meant to as you could hear other laughter.

"Man you are fucking whipped, is it this one of those weird she doesn't want me I have to have her things?" Hyunjin asked sniggering

"Fuck off both of you" Felix groaned and you could almost imagine him looking at the ceiling as they laughed at him "Is it totally impossible that I just want to be friends with her?".

"Not totally impossible but implausible" Han answered back quickly.

"If it's just friends that's fine but you try anything with her and it's us having to pick up the pieces if she gets hurt" Seung said seriously his voice low.

"Seung, man I'm not going to hurt her I just find her interesting, she has not interest in any of us which is actually nice for a change" Felix seemed to be able to talk his way out of everything since they all got up to leave for the party that was happening on the other side of campus.

After they had been gone for a little while and you were sure they were not coming back you ventured out of your room to clean up, collecting the plastic cups and bags of chips that had been left behind and putting the extra beer in the fridge. You hoped that this was enough to sate Seungmin and Jeongin's need to include you so that you could go back to being just the girl who happened to live with them that they could all speak to in passing and nothing more but you knew it would never be that simple. It was however playing on your brain how much Felix had insisted that he wasn't with Nali, how she wouldn't return and that he was single. Part of you was thrilled that he wanted you to know those things but the other more logical side of you knew it was so he didn't look like a total wanker for sending her away. Typical fuck boy. The hours ticked by and you had watched a couple of episodes of a drama you were trying to catch up on and planning out your weeks study schedule around your work shifts so you felt like you had achieved something at least before you stretched, yawned and decided to get ready for bed.

You woke to what you sounded like someone had broken in, bumping and doors opening and closing, you sat bolt upright and reached behind your beside table to pull out the bat you had kept near you bed since you were a kid preparing yourself in case your door opened. Light spilled under your door making you swallow hard that they had obviously made there way further into the apartment listening harder you got out of bed and stood behind the door so at least if anyone came into your room you could smack them one, until you heard what you knew was Jeongin's voice sounding strange. Not thinking you opened your door bat poised to attack the first person you needed to, to defend Jeongin even if it meant giving away that you were in the apartment. You almost took a very drunk Han's head off as you swung at the first moving target missing him only when you raised your arms to make the bat go much higher.

"Woah what just happened" Han slurred yelping belatedly as he and the others spun towards you.

"Why have you got a bat?" Changbin hiccuped scratching his head and swaying a little his eyes only half focused.

"Why does the bat have a fluffy sock on it?" Chan cackled still sitting on the floor where he was arranging the couch cushions into a makeshift mattress.

"You ok?" Felix asked a look of confused concern flashing across his face.

"I thought you were fucking breaking into my house" you half heartedly snapped frowning at them as Seungmin came into the room holding an arm full of blankets and stuff.

"Oh shit they were not meant to wake you" he sighed you could tell that he was only tipsy where as Jeongin who was following him and walked straight into him was very much drunk.

"Next time just tell me there are going to be drunk boys in my house so I don't think we're getting robbed" You groaned feeling both flustered and annoyed to be standing there in front of all of them with sleep mussed hair and your pajamas.

"The sock is fluffy?" Changbin asked only just having caught up with the conversation.

"Yeah, in case anyone grabs the bat from me I have a whole second swing to cave their head in" you snapped before retreating back to your room your heart was still going a million miles an hour. As you put your bat back and got back into bed, you could still hear them mumbling and eventually go silent as you tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep.

Eventually you thought you could probably sneak out and get some water since you couldn't hear anything outside an occasional snore, but instead there was a very quiet knock on your door, not wanting to get dragged into any sort of drunk bullshit you stayed silent knowing they would give up. Surprising you however your door opened slowly and Felix crept in, his blonde hair shining in the low light from the window making it obvious that it could only be him, he closed the door behind him silently and settled himself on the floor sitting against your bed sighing softly and laying his head back against your mattress.

"I know you are already asleep and I know you didn't invite me into your room" he whispered "But I was worried that we had scared you too much for you to be able to sleep properly, so I'm going to stay just here and keep you safe. But don't worry I'm not drunk so nothing will happen".

You laid there just in silence just listening to his soft breathing evening out quickly as he quickly drifted off to sleep. You blinked a few time still touched by the kindness in his words when a soft snore fell from his lips you realized he was asleep and probably going to hurt his neck if he kept leaning against your bed like that. Slipping from your bed you tried to silently pad to your wardrobe to get out a spare blanket and pulled one of the pillows off your bed, slowly tipping him on to his side beside your bed you slipped the pillow beneath his head and covered him so he wouldn't be cold before you settled back into bed and drifted off to the soft sounds of his breathing and his words drifting through your mind.

When morning eventually arrived you could hear sounds coming from the kitchen, albeit it quiet sounds, you stretched and move to get up and use the bathroom only to stop in your tracks when you remembered Felix had fallen asleep beside your bed. Looking on the floor you noticed that the blanket was folded and placed on top of the pillow in the spot he had been in. Furrowing your brows you weren't sure if you were sad he was no longer there or happy that you didn't need to have an awkward conversation about why he was emerging from your room. Slipping into the shower you brushed your teeth before you got changed into something nicer than your normal sweats and hoodie which you hoped Seung or Innie wouldn't fuss about and made your way out in search of food.

"Wow you look good this morning" Seung whistled lowly trying to tease you.

"Shut up Seung I need coffee and food as a reward for being woken up in the middle of the bloody night by drunken hoodlums" you poked your tongue out at him as you wandered across the room past the still sleeping Han and Changbin. "Weren't there more of them?" you gestured with your thumb to the unconscious pair.

"Yeah Felix and Chan went out to get us breakfast for crashing here and waking you up" he explained handing you a mug of coffee.

"Thank you, remind me to thank them too" you smiled blowing on the cofee for a moment before sipping.

"I also didn't know you had a baseball bat in your room" he joked as he made a cup for himself.

"Well I need to be able to defend myself" you shrugged moving to sit at the table and wait for the others to return.

"Ow my head" you heard Han whine as he started coming around.

"I'll get you something don't move around too much" you giggled silently taking a glass of water that Seungmin had put on the bench top and some painkillers over to Han.

"Hey bedside service I could get used to that" He smiled his eyes barely open to look at you.

"Yeah I wouldn't if I was you" Felix quipped putting a couple of paper bags on the counter as Chan placed a tray off coffees next to it, Han chuckled and Changbin groaned tiredly.

"Can I get some painkillers too please?" he mumbled softly.

"Of course big guy" you grinned handing him some paracetamol and going to grab him the other glass of water "I mean it's only fair since I nearly maimed Han with a bat thinking you were robbing us".

"Hold on that did happen?" Han scratched his head look confused.

"Breakfast is ready" Seungmin interrupted making your eyes light up as you turned to watch him put your favorite pastry on a plate for you, totally missing the look of utter adoration that crossed Felix's face seeing you look so happy over such a small thing.

a/n: Another short and sweet chapter but thank you for reading and as always and comments, reblogs or live are cherished. I love the shit out of you guys xx

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Why RayMew is so satisfying to me

Look, I'm a SandRay fanatic. I love them. I want them to end up together. Their character arcs fit perfectly together and they will be each other's greatest pain and greatest comfort before this show is over. I have faith.

But I am watching this show from a writer's perspective of narrative. And that makes RayMew incredibly satisfying to me. I don't think Ray or Mew are doing this from a "manipulative" perspective. Are they messing up, making mistakes? Yes. But are they trying their best? Also, yes.

We have to remember that the second half of any story is when the protagonists shift from passive mode to active mode. In the first half of the series, everyone is busy ignoring their narrative wounds by any means necessary, chasing the external goals that they are using to paper over their internal needs.

In the second half, after the false defeat midpoint we experienced in Episode 6, the protagonists shift from ignoring their internal need in favor of the easier external goal, to attempting to address it. But critically they are going to do that in the wrong way. Right up until the end of the show probably.

What's Mew's internal need? To take off the blinders of the "fantasy relationship" he's been pursuing the entire first half. To see people clearly, without judgement, and meet them where they are. Eventually, he might apply this to Top, but he's making progress (in a convoluted way) by doing it with Ray first. He has always judged Ray, passed him over as a potential lover because Ray has never fit his fantasy of perfect.

And now he will try to do better for the first time, and in the process (hopefully) learn that there are other reasons why he and Ray don't fit. And other reasons why he and Top do fit, besides Top's external "perfection". (Assuming they are endgame).

What's Ray's internal need? To be more than a burden. In the first half he simply lets Sand take care of him, but this doesn't address his internal need at all. It just reinforces to him that no one finds his love worthy. Of course, as soon as Mew gives him a chance to take care of someone else he's going to jump at it. For once, he can be useful. For once, he can be Mew's emergency contact.

Even if/when they break up, Ray will finally be able to get over Mew never even seeing him as an option. Hopefully, he will learn that disappointing Mew isn't nearly as painful as disappointing Sand. Hopefully, he will see that despite Sand's protestations in Episodes 5 and 6, Sand is disappointed. And that means that Sand did value Ray's affection, somewhere along the way.

So if RayMew is fake from either side, then I will be disappointed. Not necessarily because it's less entertaining or worse writing. Just because to me that indicates neither of them is making progress toward their character arc, and that means that they (and by that I mean Ray because I mostly care about SandRay, sorry!) might not learn their lesson in time to have a happy ending.

#I can't stop writing about the narrative #I tried to keep this to myself but it's gotta come out #I have theses on each character's arc too #only friends meta #only friends the series #only friends ray #raymew #ofts

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STOIC !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

Five couldn't understand you. How emotionless you are, how your face wouldn't show a glint of happiness, how you choose to be expressionless. He had to admit he for sure is one of the people who are cold and distant with their loved ones or with anyone for that matter, but he wasn't even half of how you were. People around you would be cheering and laughing, yet you'd be the opposite. Keeping that stoic expression on your face.

And even with your stoic expression, Five loved you for it. He hated himself for it. He didn't know how you manage to affect him. He'd try his best not to combust and show his blushing face every time you'd be near him while you had your usual expressionless face on.

He tried his best to read you, read your thoughts, read your body language, but it was all the same no matter what you were talking about.

The world is ending in a few days? Expressionless.

People have been taken by the glowing ball in the sparrow academy basement, known as a kugelblitz? Pokerface.

Two of the sparrow academy members had their faces blown off by an old man who was actually a man that Viktor babysat in the 1960s when Five fucked up and accidentally made all of you go in different years in the same place? Stoic.

He didn't know why you were like that. He didn't understand why. No matter how hard he tried. And so, he accepted it. He accepted your always blank face.

“It's not my fucking fault, Luther.” On the outside, you stayed calm and still, but on the inside, you were fuming with anger.

Luther stared at you in bewilderment, how could you be so calm right now? “How is it not your fault, Y/n?” The others stayed behind, watching the both of you argue. Not wanting to pry on the heated disagreement but of course, listening.

“It is not my fucking fault that Klaus and your dad are missing. I am not their babysitter! They are grown men, one is a few years away from wearing diapers!” By now, Luther is in front of you, Sloane tugging gently on his sleeve. She was saddened by the fact that an argument was happening right before their wedding, just a few hours away.

You looked right at him in the eye, challenging him to say something. “You're the babysitter because you're no use for anything.”

You were shocked, to say the least. Of course, you were challenging him, and you had to admit that you were a bit ignorant but that doesn't change the fact that you let your guard down. You let yourself react to his words, your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by everyone in the room. Not even the sparrow academy version of Ben who you had only met for a few days prior.

“Fuck you, Luther. And I hope you have a great wedding because I'm not going. It's no use anyway.” Shrugging your shoulders as you attempt to stop the tears from slipping, making your way to your hotel room, leaving everyone behind. You've had an incredibly overwhelming week, and this was just the cherry on top.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain someone followed you. Slamming the door, plopping your body down the springy mattress, letting yourself poor out your built-up emotions. You, yourself, didn't know why you chose to shut everyone out at all times. You didn't know why you chose to be so distant from everyone when all they do is help you.

Ever since a child, you knew you were different, being more mature than all the other kids. Being ahead of your grade, not accepting help from your parents when they tried to assist you. You were becoming a little adult who thought that they can take care of themselves but in reality, they couldn't. Shutting everyone out was the only way you could focus on yourself and not anybody else.

A part of you knew why you were like this, one part growing up too early, one part knowing that you wanted to have someone take care of you but you didn't let anyone through.

A knock on the door interrupted your badly needed meltdown. “Can't you hear that I'm quite busy?” Your voice nasally with your nose full of snot and a face full of wet tears.

“What I can hear is that you are in dying need of a companion.” You felt your heart skip a beat at the sound of Five's voice.

“Come in then.” Five walked into your room, your bed had a huge wet spot that once was accompanied by your face flat on there.

Wiping away the snot on your sleeve, “sadness is not a good look on me huh?” Trying to make the atmosphere a bit more humorous.

“I think vulnerability is a good look for you.”

“What do you mean?” You know exactly what he means.

Five sighed. “You need to be more vulnerable, Y/n. You need to show us what you feel. If you're not ready to tell everyone, then at least tell me.”

“Why do you care so much?” There it is again. Pushing people away when they've seen you show at least a sliver of vulnerability.

“It's because I like you.” Five paused as he read your face, yet of course, he failed. “That's why I care.”

Your face fell at his words. Five liking you? Not in a million years.

“You're only saying that to make me feel better.” Plopping yourself back onto the bed, Five follows suit, making sure to have an acceptable gap between the two of you.

“If I'm only saying that to make you feel better, then why'd you think that it would make you feel better.”

“Because it would make me feel better knowing that you like me back.” A wide smile on your face as you watched his face, trying to piece everything together.

His face showed different kinds of emotions, from confusion to shock to genuine happiness.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly.

“Yes, you ca-” Not letting you finish, taking the words out of your mouth, quite literally, as he kissed you.

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST !

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Hils Watches Misty Creed - Part 1

This was supposed to have been released at the end of October but finally it is here.

I wasn't hugely enamoured with the last movie but I'm always here for my blorbos and maybe this one will address some of the issues I had with the first one.

Okay, let's go!

I forgot these new movies are more horror. So we're starting with what looks like a demon baby

I have a squick about pregnancy anyway so this is going to go well for me

I do love that both movies have started with flashback horror like an episode of Supernatural

Oh, dude, you just abandoned your heavily pregnant wife who may be about to give birth to a demon. This is not going to end well for you.

First scene in the present day and Wu Xie is in trouble and calling for Pangzi to save him *sighs happily in pangxie*

THERE'S MY BOY

Ooh he strong! Holding up a whole coffin by himself to stop Wu Xie going splat. I love this already.

And of course Xiaoge bursts in to help his husbands. God I love all three of them so very much.

Excellent out of context caption there

Wait if Xiaoge could use his special Zhang fingers to punch a whole through the coffin lid to give Wu Xie one of his hairs why doesn't he just make the hole bigger and pull Wu Xie out? Unless there's something else going on beyond 'Wu Xie trapped in coffin'

And then he just ripped the lid off. Why didn't he do that before? Well, it's not DMBJ if there's not plot holes I guess :D

He had a whole coffin plus all of Wu Xie's weight on one shoulder but he's acting like helping Wu Xie stand up takes all of his strength. It's okay, Pangzi. You can admit you just want to keep touching him.

Oh no not more creepy dolls

In case you weren't sure they're a triangle

Wait, what? Oh my god is this an escape room?

IT IS!!! HAHAHA! Incredible! A+ I love this! That is exactly what these idiots would do in an escape room too

Throwaway reference to Xiao Hua there. Love to see it.

Ah hah! So this ties in to the post-credit scene from the last movie. So this is the person Xiao Hua said he was sending to Wu Xie while he adventures in Russia with Hei Xiazi (at least that's where I assume he is)

Xiao Hua's family owes this dude, but he was too busy with his boyfriend so he told him to come and see Wu Xie instead. Xiao Hua isn't even here and I love him.

HAHAHA! God, I love these idiots so much!

Oh shit if Xiaoge feels strongly enough about something that he actually says it out loud then you listen.

I am absolutely losing it over the idea that Xiao Hua apprently has a business running an escape room based on a tomb. He's such a nerd I adore him.

Pangzi is so outraged that Xiao Hua charged them to do the escape room, then billed them for destroying the probs AND they have to go off on an adventure to repay one of Xiao Hua's family debts. I'm sure Words will be had at Pangzi and Xiao Hua's next spa date.

I love that even though Wu Xie is allegedly the brains of their group (did you know he has a degree in architecture?) it's Pangzi who has thought of the practical things that they'll need for a misty environment.

Wait, what happened to Xiaoge's sword? I know he lost the original one during Ultimate Note era but Wu Xie replaced that one.

Ah, okay. Apparently Xiaoge's original sword came from the place they're going so I guess we're ignoring the Ultimate Note replacement so they can find a new one for him here. Who needs consistency when you're NPSS.

I'm losing my mind at 'xiongdi' being subbed as 'mate'. In my head these hunters now all have British English accents.

Is it really Wu Xie if he's not having terrible ideas?

Right, I'm only 20 mins into the movie but I'm at the image limit. Onward to part 2!

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[romanarose]

Ese Error Es Cosa De Ayer

Jake Lockley X Reader

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Summary: After getting your heart broken at a wedding and being left stranded, Jake comes to your rescue.

A/N. So this story is basically what happened to me this weekend. I was just left sobbing outside the hotel, scared and hurt, and the only thing keeping me together was thinking of Jake helping me. So yeah, there's a lot of useless backstory and this incredibly self-indulgent but this event hurt me really, really badly and I needed to write this to comfort myself. So if you hate it, I'm sorry but not sorry. This was for me. I needed to pretend that somewhere, there was a guy who thinks I'm pretty, who thinks I'm kind and would actually respect me enough not to abandon me alone. Shit hurt me really bad and it was scary. No Jake Lockley came for me, but my friend did <3

Anyway, the title is from a Selena song that will be in this fic. Reader speaks some Spanish bc I am learning via doulingo and spainish language music and just from the friends I grew up around so I incorporated some. Translations aren't exact due to the way translation works but I tried my best.

WARNINGS: Broken heart, men being shitty, a lil bit smutty at the end?

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PART 2 IS UP

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You felt like a fucking idiot. Again.

After all these years, no matter how much you had moved on and no matter how little you thought about him and despite having no romantic feelings towards him today, he still managed to hurt you.

Again!

It had been 3 fucking years since you had any contact with him whatsoever, but when you got the wedding invite for two of your old friends, you immidetly knew you’d see him. His name was David, and he was beautiful. He had these big blue puppy dog eyes and a bright smile that, when focused on you, made you feel like you were the center of the universe. You know the type. You all worked together in college and you quickly caught feelings, before you realized he had a girlfriend. Well, you’re not a homewrecker, so you minded your business. The problem is, you and David had already become friends, and you had become friends with a group of people at the resteraunt. So, you spent many nights with them at bars and watching movies and going to summer events, falling in love despite yourself.

You met David’s girlfriend, Sadie pretty quickly, and you liked her, that’s what really complicated things. Well, that and the fact David and his girlfriend, were miserable. That wasn't you projecting, everyone knew it. You liked both of them individually, but together they were horrible. Both of them would confide issues in you, making things painfully hard when you realized you loved him. And oh, was there so much to love. He was the picture of selfless kindness. But by the end of the year, you felt like boundaries had been crossed. You no longer felt comfortable with trying to fix their relationship, you felt like you were holding it together. 

After one particulary drunk night right before you graduated college, you cried in a barn with another friend about him again, you decided it was time. So you graduated, and left the state. You and Sadie shared facebook comments here and there, but David was no contact. Things ended on a good note. You said goodbye to him one night out at the bars and danced the night away with Sadie. Clean cut. You moved on. You were excited to see them again. They were engaged now. You hoped they worked out their issues, but really it probably had something to do with them having a kid. Oh well, that’s their business.

So why, pray tell, were you crying on the crub of a hotel at midnight?

He had ignored you almost all night. Any attempt to talk to him was cut before you could open your mouth. He always seemed to go somewhere else. Groomsmen duties and whatnot. He had other people to talk to. When you saw him standing up there on the altar with his friend, you were delighted and relieved to realize that, although he was as beautiful as the day you left, you felt nothing but the warmth of nostalgia. But when you realized he was ignoring you, when you realized he wouldn’t meet your eye, you were desparate. You needed something, you needed him to ackowlege you somehow. There were brief moments when, after hours of vying for his attention, he gave you a crumb. You felt like a teenager, following her crush like a puppy. 

One of those little crumbs is what led you here.

The night wasn’t too cold, thank god. A nice September evening to be married on. You were in a rust-red dress that showed off your breasts in a classy-but-sexy way and appropriately formal for a hotel reception. There was a chill, but you had a thin shawl wrapped around your shoulders. And thankfully, you had opted to wear boots. Boots with insoles because despite being young, your feet were shit. This would come in handy, because somehow you had to get to your hotel with no access to your money and your car parked at none other than David’s. He fucked you over, leaving you in this position, crying off your make up. 

You had your knees pulled in, your arms crossed on the top and head buried in the arms, sobbing. Bawling was probably a better word. You felt like a fucking idiot for letting him hurt you again. 

You heard a car approach and you tuck your toes in further just to be safe. You heard the window roll down. Great. You thought. Someone to witness my humiliation.

“You alright, Muñeca?”

You look up. It was the oddly handsome limo driver for the wedding. You had chatted with him at a few points during the night. After he drove the wedding party to the hotel, they invited him in for the food and drinks. His name was… Jake? Yeah, Jake. You teased him for drinking on the job (although you think he had maybe one at most), and although he took the gentle ribbing, he also explained that he was technically off the clock. Since it was his own limo business, he’s repaying the bride and groom for their hospitality by driving them to their hotel at the end of the night which was… 45 minuets ago? What was he doing here?

“Cariño, are you okay?” He repeated when you didn’t answer him.

You were exhausted. The dancing and drinking and crying took it all out of you. 

He frowns, stepping out of the limo and taking of his jacket, he wraps it around your shoulders. You didn’t realize your teeth had been chattering. It feels good on your arms. 

You barely manage a thank you.

Jake is slightly bent over, scanning you as you dodge his eyes “Did someone hurt you?” He asks softly, but firm.

You shake your head. “No. Not like that.”

This did was not encouraging. Jake had come back to the venue to grab his flat cap he had left on a table when he saw a girl crying on the street. Never a good sign. When he pulled up closer, even before he saw your face, he realized it was you; the pretty girl who had given him a cookie. This was the nicest wedding party he had ever served. He had never been invited in for the reception before, and everyone was encouraging him to the dance floor. But you, you had brought him a cookie. Why that had stood out to him, he didn’t know. You had talked to him a few times during the night, and had even pulled him to dance the Cotton Eye Joe. He didn’t do the dance (line dancing wasn’t his thing) but he marveled at you as you lead the crowd. You knew the dance and taught everyone the moves, guiding the direction and flow. You had a broad smile on your face the whole time, eyes wide and he just watched, soaking in your lust for life, curly hair flopping around wildly with every move.

Now here you were, crying. He was willing to bet it had something to do that that guy you were following around like a lost puppy all night. He had watched you as you watched him. The man hadn’t heard you when you called ‘Are you going to talk to me at all tonight?’ but Jake did. He didn’t understand why he was ignoring such a pretty, fun loving girl, but when he saw him with another girl, he connected the dots. Jake was willing to bet he could take your mind off him, even if he wasn’t 6’4, but when a slow song came on, the last song, you were gone. The song ended before he could ask you to dance. He partially wished he hadn’t offered the couple a free ride, but the happy young couple was as deserving of a treat as anyone, so he took them home. Jake resigned himself that you had left and he lost his opportunity. Now, seeing you sobbing on the curb, sealing a dance might have been the furthest thing on his mind. When you briefly glanced up at him when he rolled down the window, your eye makeup was all over your face. Not just falling down a stream of tears like in movies, but all over your nose and forehead and temple… and arms and hands. You had been hurt badly. When you didn’t answer him, he stepped out of his limo, trying to see if you had been hurt. In the dark, it was hard to see if you had any bruises, seeing as your make up was everywhere.

“Did someone hit you?”

You shook your head, looking at the ground.

“Did someone touch you?”

You shook your head again.

“Then what happened? A quien tengo que lastimar?” 

A 3rd head shake. “You don’t have to hurt anyone. I was an idiot, that's all.”

“You speak spanish?” He had said that part mostly for himself.

You shrug, the sequins in your shawl shimmer in the street light. “I took Spanish in college and I listen to Spanish language music so it kind stuck… comes in handy at work…”

A pause. “Why are you crying?”

“I told you, I was stupid.”

You said it with such conviction that Jake felt bad for you. “Is it that boy.”

You groan and throw your head on your arms again, crying. 

“Hey now, hey… merida!” Jake panicked. He could handle comforting, he was not good with crying women, unless there was someone nearby that he could punch.

“I must’ve looked really pathetic if you even noticed.”

Does he put his hand on your shoulder? Your hand? Pat your back?? “What happened? I saw he… well he was ignoring you…” He wanted to say I’m sure no one else noticed, I was just watching you intently because you might be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in years. But he didn’t think this would help.

You continue to not look at him. He was so fretfully beautiful, you were sure you couldn’t take it if you saw him in the state you were in. “Yeah. We used to… it’s complicated. But now he’s acting like we were never even friends…”

“Muñeca, I promise you, a man whose attention you have to fight for isn’t a man you want…”

Finally, fucking finally, she looked at Jake, her pretty eyes meeting his. There was the faintest smile quipping on one side of her mouth. It was small, but it reached her eyes. Good, the light was still there. “Thanks mom.” There it was, there was the gentle teasing she had given him sporadically throughout the night when she wasn’t chasing the boy. “But that’s not why I’m crying. Well, that's part of it I guess, but if that was it, I could’ve just waited until I got in my hotel room.”

Jake’s frown deepened. “Then what happened.”

Jake saw your lip quiver. “He left me.” Your voice cracked, a few fresh tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over and onto your dress. Jake looked at you quizzically, urging you on. “His fiance, she got in a fight with a bridesmaid and was leaving. She started walking so I just let her take my car so she’d get home safe, and Davy was supposed to take me home at the end of the night so I could get my car. And he just fucking left and I can’t get ahold of them and I’m stranded here, and I can’t get a lyft because my card is frozen-” Your voice is breaking and there are small choked sobs peaking through the words. “-because the bank seems to think the card was stolen, and I’m stuck here in a city I don’t know!” You break down again. “He couldn’t even look at me all night and then he just fucking leaves me alone here! Like I’m fucking nothing to him!” Your head is in your hands, body wracking in sobs once more.

Jake takes a leap and softly pulls you into a side hug, careful to only touch enough for comfort and not make you nervous. “Pendejo” Jake mutters to himself. He allows you to cry it out again, but as you calm down he starts speaking “That’s a dick move on his part, Cariño. He was going to let his fiancé walk home alone, you were very kind and let her take your car and he leaves you alone here? In a city, I’m guessing you don’t live in?” You shake your head. “Yeah, el hijo de perra es en nino, no un hombre. It’s dangerous out here alone. That’s childish behavior on his part. But-” Jake stands up, extending a hand to you. You take it, feeling the leather as he pulls you up “Don’t worry about getting there, I’ll take you.” He smiled softly. (The son of a bitch is a boy, not a man)

“Jake, you don’t have to-” You start to protest. As shitty as you felt getting left, you also felt awkward with charity.

He held up a finger to stop you. “If you feel uncomfortable getting in a limo with me, you can text the bride or groom where you’ll be, or tell a worker at the venue or a friend. But I’m not leaving you out here.” He looked at you intently “I’m not him.”

You consider this. You hadn’t even thought that you should be nervous alone with a strange man. You trusted him inexplicably. “No estoy seguro… I don’t know if he’s going to answer the door. They aren’t answering my texts.”  (I'm not sure...)

“We’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay.” He looked at you, pleading with you to take him up on it.

“Okay...”

You gave a small smile, and he returned it with a grin. “Perfecto, but first…” He leaned into his limo to grab a few things. You couldn’t help yourself, the way his butt looked in those pants… oh shit he saw you looking. Is that a smirk? Fuck, he’s cute. “Here.” He handed you a few tissues and a small trash bag after you blew your nose. Then he pulled a makeup wipe.

“Why do you have a makeup remover?” You teased. “Pulling a Billy Joel Armstrong with the eyeliner?” Honestly, you’d like too see that…

He chuckled “No, I just have a lot of women in my limo, I like to come prepared. Happy brides and heartbroken teenage girls at prom make good use of it.”

“That’s nice of you.”

Jake shrugged “It’s good business” but you had a feeling it was more than that. “Tilt your head up a bit for me.”

“I can-”

“Up.”

You obeyed. Jake took his gloves off and gently held your face as he cleaned off your face of all the black and brown of your eye make up. As he carefully turned your face in the streetlamp light, you studied his features. He really was handsome, sharp jaw, beautiful eyes and plush lips, oh his lips…. You could imagine how they’d taste… He took a tissue and ever so slightly dabbed it on the wet wipe, then went under your eye. He saw you looking confused “I didn’t want to accidentally get the chemicals in your eye.” He tilted your face by your chin as he finished cleaning you up. “Bella…” he muttered. Shit, was that outloud? Lastly, he took your arms and wiped them down, clean of the makeup you rubbed off onto them. (beautiful)

He threw the items away and held your face in his hands, so close you thought he was going to kiss you. Oh god, you wanted him to kiss you. And Christ, he wanted to kiss you too. So, so bad. But he had a job to do. Generally, when he came to women's rescue, the circumstances were more dramatic and the men a whole lot worse. But you didn’t deserve this. You were a sweet girl, kind. You were only in this position because you let his fiance take your car! And this is how he repays you?

He almost moved in, but stopped himself “Listen to me, Muñeca.” And you were, oh boy you were listening. You hung onto every word. “Never let them see you cry.” 

He swiped his thumb over your cheek, so close to your lips, but not quite. You nod. He takes you around the side and opens the door. You get in and he knees down, gathering the train of your skirt from the ground and safely into the car. He glances up at you, you are nearly in tears again. “What’s wrong?” he asked, panicked.

“Nothing. You’re just… very sweet, is all.” 

He stands up and leans into the car, once again holding your cheek “It’s what you deserve” And he kissed the top of your head. You felt like you could explode. Jake looked at you, briefly frantic thinking he crossed a line. You were beaming up at him. He smiled back and returned to his seat. “You said you like Spanish language music? You like Selena?”

You scoff “Me guesta Selena Quintanilla Perez?!” (Do I like Selena Quintanilla Perez?!)

Jake chuckled “Stupid quesion, I get it. Here, I think this one is relevant.” He put on Si Una Vez 

“Si una vez dije que ti amaba

Y que por ti la vida daba

Si una vez dije que ti amaba

No lo vuelvo a hacer

Ese error es cosa de ayer

(If I once said that I loved you

And that for you I'd give my life

If I once said that I loved you

I won't do it again

That mistake is something of yesterday)

You gave him the address and listened to Selena in silence. When you pulled up to the house, you see your car. “Ahí está. With all the stickers.” You turn over and see him shaking his head and you feel anxious. “What? You think the stickers are silly?” (there it is.)

Jake turns to you, confused. “What?! No, why  would I-” he shakes his head again, why would he judge you on tonight of all nights? “They are cute, Muneca.”

“Then why are you shaking your head?”

“He walked past your car and just… did nothing. He knew damn well what he was doing.” You heard the creak of the leather as he gripped the steering wheel. “He should be waiting outside for you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go knock, see if he answers.” You go to open the door, but you feel Jake’s hand on yours, urging you to turn to him.

He’s looking at you, compelling you with his beautiful, large brown eyes “Remember. No dejes que te vea llorar, Princesa.” (Don’t let him see you cry, princess)

“Okay.” You whisper, too busy looking at him.

You go to the door and knock. And knock. And knock. 5 minutes go by. Nothing fucking asshole. You feel the tears come, but you remember Jake’s words. Don't let him see you cry. You take a deep breath and go to knock again. Before you can, Jake is beside you, banging on the door “HEY ASSHOLE!” He shouts.

“Jake” You grab his arm. “The neighbors”

He turns to you bewildered. How do you still care about the neighbors after everything that happened? He continues banging, but doesn’t yell. He notices your arm is still wrapped around his.

Another 5 minutes go by and nothing. His knuckles hurt.

“Jake, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it in the morning. I have my room key, it’s okay."

When he turns to you to protest, but you look so weary, he can tell you want to go to bed. “Okay Carino, I can take you home.”

Guilt wells up in your stomach again. He’s been so, so nice. He’s been a gentleman and more, you didn’t want to keep him any more. “Esta bien, I’ll just walk, my hotel isn’t far.” (it’s fine)

He looked at you like you were a crazy person. “Are you insane? I’m not- god. I’m not leaving you.” It was 1 am.

“It’s really fine, it’s super close.”

He studied your face. You were a good liar and you hoped it worked. “See, that’s odd, because this is a residential area, and the nearest hotel is 2 miles at least. Don’t lie to a driver about my city, Carino.”

You sigh, and let him lead you to the car, once again opening it for you and helping you inside before getting back in his seat. “Which hotel?” he asks.

You hesitate, looking away, but you feel his eyes burrowing into you as he starts the car and begins driving. Eventually you answer, “The Hilton on 33rd and Maple.” You practically mutter, knowing you were caught.

“Jesus! That’s ten miles from here! You were just going to walk?” To his horror, you break down into sobs. “Mérida, lo siento Querida, No quise gritar” (Shit, I’m sorry dear, I didn't mean to yell)

You shake your head. “No es por eso que” (that’s not it)

“¿Por qué lloras?” (Why are you crying?)

“I feel like a fucking idiot!” You shout, looking out the passenger window and turning away from him. Jake didn’t speak, allowing you to keep going. “When I saw him today, I was happy because I didn’t feel anything for him, ya no lo amo… But when I tried to say hi, because we were friends, he just gave me nothing and that just… I don’t know. I just wanted him to look at me and talk to me like we used to, I wasn’t trying to steal him!… I don’t know…” (I don’t love him anymore)

“You were friends, years ago, si?”

“Si.”

“You wanted to talk to an old friend. You wanted him to treat you like a person.”

You flop your head back on the seat. “I didn’t think he could hurt me again. I didn’t think he was capable of hurting me, not like this. He was never like this.” You finally turn to Jake, his face beautiful in the moonlight. “The first time I went out with him, I got super drunk, he wouldn’t let me take an Uber home because he was worried what would happen if I passed out… He drove and made sure I got home safe... 3 years latter this happens. I don't what changed about me, I don’t know what I did to-”

“Stop, please… don’t do that.” He glanced over to you briefly. You were still the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long time, even so sad. “I don’t understand how you look like that and he managed to ignore you, but I promise you, there were a dozen other guys who couldn’t keep their eyes off of you all night.”

You look to the floor, smiling but unable to take a compliment. “Thank you.”

“Carino?” He called and you look up at him again, he’s as sharp and stunning as ever. “I was one of them.” The sincerity in his voice, the longing in his eyes… you knew he was serious.

You smile brightly at him, your previous heartbreak long forgotten. “I’m sorry I didn’t… I was a little preoccupied, but I think you are kinda… stunning.” You blush, trying not to look away. His eyes were still on the road, but he looked at you every chance he got.

“You are… so beautiful. He should count himself lucky you ever looked his way” he pulled into the hotel parking lot and came around to open the door for you. This time, when he took your hand to help you out of the car, he didn’t let go. Taking your other hand in his, he leaned closer. “I was going to ask you to dance at the end.”

Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest, you wanted to come up with a clever quip or a tease… but you couldn’t. “And what… What would you do when the song ended.” Not your smoothest moment, but it worked.

He smiled fondly at you, happy for an easy transition. “This.” Jake cupped your face in his hands, holding you still as he moved in, your mouth opening to him. This kiss was immediately far from chaste, it was deep and needy, his tongue slippin into your mouth and your hands wrapped around his firm back. He pushed you on the limo, gently guiding your back down onto the hood where he came onto you, his thigh sliding between your knees. His hands found yours sides and caressed your body, mindful of remaining respectful but god, he had to feel you. “You are so fucking gorgous, so damn beautiful. Soy muy afortunadode tocarte  (I am so lucky to touch you)

You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad, you could feel yourself getting wet from the subtle friction of his thick thigh ever so slightly touching between your legs. When his mouth moved to your neck, you took the opportunity to use our mouth to plant small kisses along his jaw and cheek as you worked up your courage.

“Jake?”

He mumbled and small hm? As he worked further down your neckline.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” you ask, feeling the muscles on his back.

“Oh, Carino,” His hand slid up your dress and his thumb grazed over your nipple, teasing you. “I would like nothing more in this world than to show you all the attention your body deserves."

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[daddyboyhalo]

Hey! I saw your post where you expressed how you were feeling these days, and I want to give you all my support. I agree that this is a very difficult time, being this involved in something and it being turn around in just a few days, changing everything about it... Personally I struggle a lot with the fact that the other streamers, and mostly communities, are kinda "allowed" in a sense to just continue as it was? It might not be very clear but in a lot of discord servers and all people are not AT ALL up to date to the admins stuff, and are just enjoying their daily qsmp stream. I'm not blaming anyone, every streamer takes the matter how he wished, and playing doesn't mean working on things, but I guess it feels a little unfair in a sense? like Phil saying Chay and Tallulah admins are well and waiting to come back stings a little after seeing pomme and dapper leave :( It's hard to feel happy for this when you have the short end of the stick I guess

And the French might be a little too forceful on the ccs ; they are obviously not ready to talk about it, and waiting to talk to Q, but bagh and antoine still said that they watched the awards. I am quite uncomfortable with everyone assuming they will just leave when most of them didn't even had time to look more into the matter, Antoine being on holidays, baghera on her dance show, and etoiles having health related issues... I'm just afraid that it will put pressure on them while the other ccs are kinda free to not talk about it you know?

But yes, I personally try to focus on my uni work, to go out a little, to watch other content. For me the hardest is definitely the fact that all of this happened while etoiles had to take a break. I'm very happy that he's doing it, since he needed it. But since he is my main streamer since a few years, going from having him in the background for hours and hours to nothing during now three weeks was hard, especially in a time when I wanted to change my mind. I kinda felt like an orphan lmao, and hearing that he a was going to the hospital every day, still made me sad despite it making me happy that he was getting treatment. He wanted to come back soon but a said he had a relapse in his health two days ago :( My only wish right now is to see him get better, and stream when he'll feel well ! But yes it's rubbing me the wrong way that ppl are assuming "etoiles will boycott, he'll do this, that" when the guy is really not well, the qsmp is not is priority at all these days...

Sorry for the long text, but your feelings spoke to me and I also felt the need to vent a little, sometimes it's better than just keeping things for yourself, you are free to ignore this!

Hope it'll get better for everyone <3

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aw anon no worries, i’m glad you were able to vent here!! ; ; sorry for the late response, i’ve been incredibly busy, but: i agree, i really don’t like when people put expectations and pressure on a cc to take a specific action, ie boycott, especially when they’re going through it outside of the server. it might be that people just don’t realize, because i actually didn’t quite know how etoiles was feeling and struggling since i haven’t been keeping up with his streams for awhile and don’t really use twitter, so i wasn’t aware until i looked into it more. i really wish the best for etoiles and can imagine how that feels with him being your main streamer!! ; ; the person who’s comforted you so much without even realizing it is struggling, and that’s not a good feeling. but i’m glad you’ve been focusing on uni and getting out, focusing on other content, because those are all important coping mechanisms and can make it just a bit less painful! you have my full support too!

and yeah, it really does short when we get the short end of the stick here; i was both comforted that chayanne and tallulah’s admins are doing well and just… i’m not sure of the right word, but bitter knowing that some people were treated well and others weren’t? i also worry with that being the only perspective some people get that they’ll assume that must mean everything is fine when it’s not true. honestly, i wish i was just a casual viewer for example watching qsmp with no knowledge of what’s going on and that my enjoyment could just continue as normal, but instead the burden of knowledge and loss stings and aches so badly. it gets to be business as usual for some but for others it’s this horrible loss and grief, and it causes such a dissonance—“like, do you guys not see the dead and dying on the floor? am i going crazy? why are you walking straight through them?”. don’t mind my own rambling, but yeah anon, we’re in this together :(

#anonymous #asks #qsmp neg #discourse #<- for blacklist i guess #🫂 we in this together!!