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kimi240302 · 10 months

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Craving

A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me.

A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older.

Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?

Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader

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Tellin' myself it's the last time Can you spare any mercy that you might find If I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try Try to follow your light, but it's night time Please, don't leave me in the end

- David Kushner

"Y/N?!”

Startled, the young girl flinched. Her gaze, which she had directed outside the entire time, turned to the whiteboard, and therefore to her scowling teacher. When Y/N noticed that the whole classroom was looking at her in a wait-and-see manner, her cheeks turned red as she shrank slightly into herself.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Porter, I wasn't listening." Shaking her head, the teacher sighed. "That's been happening to you quite a bit lately Miss Swan!" Embarrassed, since all the attention was still on her, Y/N just shook her head apologetically. "Just pay attention from now on. The things we discuss today will come up in next week's exam." Y/N sat up a little straighter, took out her pen from her bag, and pulled her notebook towards her, which made the teacher smile contentedly and continue with the lesson.

For fifteen minutes, Y/N was able to focus on what was going on in front of her, until her gaze turned back outside and her thoughts drifted back to Demetri. As she did so, her hand settled, as if by itself, on the spot where Demetri's lips had touched her skin. Her eyes closed and the memories came back. It almost seemed to her as if Demetri was here in the same room with her, very close again.

Annoyed, Y/N exhaled, opened her eyes and dropped her hand. Three weeks had passed since the meeting with Demetri in the library. Three weeks of pure torture, as Y/N no longer knew exactly where she stood, what she felt, or what exactly she wanted.

Then to top it all off, the young girl felt guilty towards her sister for indirectly breaking her promise. While it had been Demetri who had sought her out, Y/N hadn't really done anything about his closeness either, or really found it disturbing. Y/N therefore kept inventing excuses not to talk to Bella for more than half an hour to an hour, even skipping a phone call here and there. Bella, surprisingly, ignored this. She probably thought Y/N had a lot to do with school, which was true somewhere.

On the other hand, Y/N was overwhelmed with what she was feeling. She missed the feel of Demetri's body against hers. She missed his hands holding her, his lips on her skin, and his presence. Y/N even had to admit that she searched for him whenever she was out.

Yet it was almost as if Demetri Volturi no longer existed. As if he had disappeared from the scene and the only thing he had left behind was desire and words that Y/N did not understand, or rather did not want to understand.

"How long can you hide your sins from the light of day?"

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"You should come out to party with us." Mara, a friend of Y/N, looked at her piercingly. "You've been going out for two weeks only to go to school, and even there you're absent the entire time and hardly talk."

Annoyed, Y/N released air from her lungs as she flopped down on her bed. "I just don't feel like doing anything else. Everyone has that once, it'll pass."

Mara jumped up from the chair she had been sitting on for the past hour and tried to coax Y/N into doing something other than just lying around in her room. Her fingers encircled Y/N's ankles. With a strong tug, Mara pulled Y/N off her bed.

Startled, she let out a scream as she plopped to the floor. Silence reigned for a moment until the two friends looked at each other and burst out laughing. Mara lay down on the floor next to the laughing Y/N, as she couldn't stop laughing either.

Both friends looked at the ceiling, trying to get their breathing under control as they slowly calmed down.

"What's it like?" Confused, Y/N turned her head in Mara's direction. "What exactly?" Her friend looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I have a big sister Y/N, I know what heartbreak looks like. I'm just wondering what it feels like. I've never been in love, so I can't understand someone wanting to pull away from everything and everyone because of it." Y/N turned her gaze back to the ceiling. Clearing her throat briefly, she tried to collect herself. "It's more complicated than heartbreak." The young girl took one deep breath. "You have to imagine that I never really knew who I was at home. I felt lost, which I still do from time to time." Y/N fell silent. Saddened and depressed by her own words, even if they spoke the truth.

"Why?" "Bella always cast a shadow over me. She was all my parents saw. I tried to step out of it, but every time I did, I stood in it again. So I gave it up and just lived in it. When I met Demetri, that's his name, I had the feeling of being seen for the first time. Really seen. I wasn't Bella's little sister anymore, I was just Y/N." Smiling, she closed her eyes and remembered back to the day she had first seen the vampire.

A cold hand placed itself under Y/N's chin and lifted it. This forced the young girl to look up. Her fingers tightened in the fabric of her bag as she looked into a pair of red eyes. "What's your name Chéri?" At the blond-haired man's voice, a shiver ran down her spine. "Y/N...." Her voice was soft.

With a soft smile, Demetri released her chin and brushed a tangled strand of hair behind her ear. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"What's it like to be around him?" "It feels like coming home. When he's around me, it's like I can finally take a breath." Y/N gave a soft laugh. Confused, Mara looked at her, "What is it?" "At the risk of sounding ridiculous, when Demetri touches me it's like he reminds me that I'm alive and not just existing. His touches almost burn, and they continue to do so long after he's gone."

Mara was silent again for a moment. "That doesn't sound ridiculous. On the contrary it sounds beautiful, like a connection anyone would want to have. But then why are you sad?" "My family is against it." Mara exhaled in annoyance. "You mean your sister is against it." "And a few other people I care about, or at least used to." Y/N's expression changed to a sad one. "So what's the plan? To forget him." The young girl just nods.

Mara, sighing, nudged her friend in the ribs with her elbow, making Y/N wince.

"Now let's be honest, let's go to the club today. The others are coming too. The first step towards oblivion." Y/N rubbed the spot where Mara's elbow had hit her. "If I come with you, will you promise not to be violent towards me anymore?"

Playfully thoughtful, Mara put a hand to her chin and considered for a few seconds.

"If I have to..." Dramatically, the hand moved from her chin to her chest. "I promise to behave towards you!"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed the pillow, which had fallen on the floor with her earlier, and threw it in Mara's face.

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"Look who decided to join us for the night!" Mara spread her arms and showed her group of friends Y/N, immediately they all started cheering. "The lost child has returned!" Y/N rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Mick on the bench in the club. "I only skipped one club visit!" She had to raise her voice to fight the music. "One too many!" called Mick back, pressing his fresh beer into her hand. He put his arm on her shoulders and lifted the other beer to toast with the others.

As the evening went on, more and more alcohol flowed. Which helped Y/N lose any thought of Demetri and her confusing feelings for him.

With her eyes closed, Y/N moved to the tune of the music. The darkness that surrounded her, broken only by green and red lights every few seconds, made her feel safe and out of reach. Y/N felt free for the first time. No vampire drama could find her here. It was just her and her friends here.

The bodies around her, the young girl was already not even aware of, as well as the smell of sweat and alcohol. Smiling, she raised her arms in the air.

Y/N's peace was quickly shattered. Startled, she flinched when two hands came to her hips. Her arms dropped down so she could put her hands over the stranger's and push them away. But as her skin touched the stranger's and she felt the familiar cold, the young girl literally sank into the body behind her. An unfamiliar feeling of relief spread through her.

"Demetri..."

His name was no more than a whisper, but Y/N knew he had heard her. After all, he was a vampire. The grip on her hips strengthened as if to assure her that it was really him, that he was really behind her and was not just an illusion.

"What do you think you're doing here Trésor?" Goosebumps formed on Y/N's skin. Tightening her grip on his hands, she sought the hold to steady herself. "Trying to forget." She murmured, not stopping to move, forcing Demetri to follow her lead.

The vampire snorted in amusement. His left hand settled on Y/N's stomach, where he applied enough pressure to keep Y/N's back against his chest. Demetri also released his right hand from her hip and let his fingertips travel upward just a few millimeters over the filmy fabric of Y/N's black blouse. When his fingers stopped at the exposed cleavage that started just below her breasts, Y/N had to gasp. Demetri's lips hovered just inches from her ear. "What are you trying to forget?"

Carefully almost, as if the vampire was afraid his mate would shatter like glass, he touched the exposed skin, between her breasts. Slowly his fingers slid up. Y/N bit her lip gently. She didn't want Demetri to know how much influence he had on her. However, the young girl quickly lost her focus as Demetri's fingers slid over her collarbone. Out of instinct, she grabbed Demetri's right arm, causing him to pause in his movement.

"I wanted to forget you." Her words sounded breathless and desperate. Demetri laughed, "And you really thought for a second that I would let this happen?" The vampire lowered his head. As he did so, he let his lips run over Y/N's cheek and chin. Arriving at her neck, he lowered his lips to her pulse point without further thought. Without hurting her he sucked his mouth there to make a mark on her. The young girl's eyes widened before she closed them. Her body automatically pressed even closer to his as Y/N's grip tightened on Demetri's arm.

"Good luck forgetting now." Demetri had moved away from her neck and taken his arms from her. Confused and slightly backward staggering, Y/N opened her eyes and at the lack of presence behind her, turned around. Only to find that Demetri had disappeared and left her behind once again.

"He can't be serious now!"

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The young Swan girl felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her head. Any signs of being drunk had disappeared and been replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

Slamming her apartment door behind her, Y/N shook her shoes off her feet. She had told her friends a half-hearted excuse, gotten out of the club into the next best cab, and headed home.

Tired, Y/N leaned against her front door. Her gaze slid around her dark apartment. Sighing, her head lightly banged on the door behind her. Tears came to her eyes as she realized how lonely she actually felt. Y/N didn't miss Forks, her sister, her father, or her friends, though. She was missing Demetri. Which made no sense from her point of view, since they were both never in the same place for more than half an hour.

Shaking her head, Y/N pushed herself away from her door, banished her way through the still dark apartment to the bathroom, and slowly began to undress in the process. She wanted nothing more than to wash the evening off her skin. The alcohol, her sweat, and the feeling of what Demetri had left on her skin. As she walked past her bedroom window, Y/N opened it to let the evening air in and since she lived on the fifth floor she didn't worry about anyone getting into her apartment.

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With a towel tied around her body, Y/N stood stunned in front of her bathroom mirror.

""This bloody..."" Twisting her neck a bit to the side, she looked at the red mark on her neck. Gasping, she propped her hands on the sink. "A hickey? Seriously!"

Shaking her head in front of her, she tugged on her towel again and left the bathroom to get dressed in her bedroom. Just as she was about to open her closet door to look for her sleeping clothes, a voice familiar to her was heard.

"Mon amour you should not leave your window open like that. Someone might come in here unannounced."

With a cry, the young girl turned to her bed. Stunned, Y/N looked at the vampire. Demetri had made himself comfortable on her bed. His hands were clasped behind the back of his head as he watched her with a satisfied grin.

"I live on the fifth floor! No one can get in there just like that. Except crazy vampires who don't know what privacy is!"

Angrily, she braced her hands on her hips. Demetri raised an eyebrow. "I thought the window was an invitation for me. After all, we both know that the height of your apartment is nothing that can stop me." Several times Y/N blinked as she processed Demetri's words.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Y/N, enraged, grabbed the nearest object that fell into her fingers and threw it at Demetri. The latter jumped up from the bed to avoid the book Y/N threw at him.

"Mon amour you know that can't hurt me, right?" With an annoyed snort, Y/N grabbed her other textbook and aimed it at Demetri again. "I don't care!" Demetri ducked his head, repositioned himself properly, and looked after the book that had knocked a vase onto the floor.

"Think about your decor Y/N." Demetri's grin seemed to make the young girl even angrier. By the third time she turned to grab something and throw it at the vampire, Demetri had had enough. He closed the distance between them and stood directly in front of her.

Y/N, who was just turning back to face him, startled, dropped the book from her hand, and took an avoiding step backward. The skin on her back touched the cold wood, of her closet. This reminded her that she was still standing in front of Demetri in only a towel. Y/N's hands grasped the top hem of the towel and pulled it closer to her skin.

"Why are you here Demetri?" Y/N uttered her words only softly, with an uncertain tone. Demetri could even hear an anxious undertone. He stepped over the inches of distance that still existed between the two. The vampire raised his hand to Y/N's cheek, which made her close her eyes. The trembling of her body became more obvious and Demetri had to admit to himself that this reaction of his mate hurt him.

"Open your eyes Y/N." Demetri rested his forehead against Y/N's as he whispered his next words. "I beg you, don't be afraid of me." The young girl's eyes flew open. She had to swallow because of the closeness of their faces and the intensity of Demetri's gaze.

"Then give me a reason not to be afraid."

Demetri's free hand rested against Y/N's other cheek as he released his forehead from hers. Without hesitating any further, he lowered his lips to those of his mate. Instantly Y/N tensed and Demetri feared that he had gone too far. But Y/N leaned more toward him. Her chest pressed against his to keep her towel where it was as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss as passionately as Demetri had.

The vampire's hands dropped down to Y/N's hips.

When they both broke away from each other, Demetri stopped with his lips just inches from hers. Y/N opened her eyes, letting her right arm slide down Demetri's chest. The vampire inhaled, even though he didn't have to, not breaking eye contact with Y/N for a second. "I would never hurt you Y/N. I'm not the monster the Cullens want me to be."

Y/N placed her right hand on Demetri's cheek. Her fingertips gently ran over his skin. With a smile, Y/N watched as Demetri's eyes closed as he leaned into her touch. She realized that he felt the same in her presence as she did in his, comfort.

Y/N leaned closer to Demetri with her face getting closer and closer to him. Just as the young girl was about to close her eyes, a ringing interrupted her. Startled, Y/N flinched and separated herself from Demetri. The latter opened his eyes annoyed when Y/N took her hands from him, put them back to the towel and detached herself from his body. Demetri let go of her, watching as Y/N went to her cell phone, picked it up and read the name. "Bella..."

Shaking his head, he walked back toward her. "Don't answer it." Uncertain, his mate looked at him as her fingers tightened around her phone. Demetri had enough of Bella, enough of the promise of what she had taken from his mate, and enough of waiting. He grabbed Y/N`s face between his hands again, pulling her body towards him and letting his lips meet hers. Startled by her mate's rudeness, she dropped the phone on the floor between them. Her fingers buried themselves in the thick material of Demetri's top, at his waist.

"Tonight you're all mine, tonight it's just the two of us!"

Demetri bent Y/N's head slightly to the side with his right hand. Immediately he lowered his lips to the skin on her neck, causing his mate to groan. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over her shoulders to the top saun of the towel, where he untied the knot Y/N had made in it to make sure the fabric stayed where it was.

Y/N shuddered as she felt the fabric of the towel loosen around her body. With trembling fingers she pushed herself away from Demetri. Confused, he looked at her and wanted to protest, but fell silent when Y/N's fingers went to the first button of his shirt and opened it. They both looked into each other's eyes while she repeated this with the other buttons. Carefully, Y/N ran the exposed skin back up as she undid the last button. As she did so, she could swear Demetri gasped several times. Arriving at his shoulders, she slipped the shirt off his body. She let her fingers wander further up his neck and pulled him down to her. This time it was Y/N who deepened the kiss directly as Demetri's hands worked their way down to her thighs. He lifted her up without breaking the kiss and placed her on the bed behind them.

The vampire and his mate created their own little world that night under the protection of her darkness. A world where Bella and the Cullens were forgotten. Where Y/N's fears for the future had no place. Where the ringing of Y/N's cell phone was ignored and where she belonged completely to Demetri.

A world that shattered with the first rays of daylight. When Y/N opened her eyes, she was aware not only of the burning sensation left by Demetri's touch, but also of the tightness in her lungs. She had betrayed her sister.

Y/N turned in bed to face her window. The side of the bed on which Demetri had been lying was cold, but not empty. A note lay on the pillow. Confused, the young girl straightened up, grabbed it and read it.

"Daylight exposes your sins more and more, so why still try to hide them in the darkness?"

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saltpepperbeard · 7 months

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OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TRAILER THOUGHTS AND RAMBLES POST™

Woo boy this is going to be a long one, and I mean, A LONG ONE LMAO. And, of course, all in good fun; i simply just Have To Scream and Incessantly Ramble. So, if you'd like to scream along with me, and read through an ESSAY OF THOUGHTS HERE SHDKJSDHS-

I just have to start things off with my babygirl. With the babygirlest of babygirls. LOOK at that pining. INSANE levels of pining. "When will my husband return from the war" levels of it, quite frankly PFFF. And with the hair back and the slut strands out too like???

I will say, it's very interesting to see him pining like this out in the open. I very much expected him to say locked away in his cabin most of the time, and stay entirely masked whenever he's out. But it seems like he makes STEPS towards healing rather early into the season, as the Kraken Getup seems to drop pretty quick. So, I'm very interested to know how that'll play into his dynamic with other characters (Fang, for example, seems to take notice, based on the comment he makes in the next screenie).

regardless, babygirl you're so strong and beautiful and i'm wrapping you in a blanket, kissing you on the forehead, and express shipping your man RIGHT into your arms. it'll get better, i promise.

but no really i'm going insane because like...just when edward teach couldn't get anymore beautiful, he really decides to pull up with a MESSY BUN???

HIIIIIII FANGY HI FRENCHIE HELLLOOOO MY SWEETHEARTS <3

I don't talk about Fang nearly as much as I should because I love him so much. I think getting a hug from him would Heal Me, actually. Like please hsdjkss he's so sweet- "I've never seen Blackbeard like this 🥺." CAN I GET HIM A PUPPY? I'M GETTING HIM A PUPPY.

Also please are they eating cake hsdksjks. ARE THEY EATING WEDDING CAKE. Imagine your raid is to crash a wedding, steal cake toppers, and then eat what's left of the wedding cake jskdhsdjkls. DREAM JOB???

AND THEN THIS. HOOOOO BOY. HOOOOOOOOOOO BOY.

when i tell y'all i am Foaming At The Mouth over this. Like, it obviously guts me to see Stede crying, but it makes me SO intrigued to know what made him come to the more stark realization, what made him flip from optimistic and bitchy to more somber and pained.

There SEEMS to be some sort of shift sometime around when he sees Ed's wanted poster, because there's that shot of him looking melancholic in the rain. But it doesn't quite seem as stark as THIS.

It makes me wonder if it's a gradual assembly of puzzle pieces, ie finding out about the marooning, then Lucius, then Ed's scourge across the Caribbean, etc etc. And it slooooowly dawns on him that his decision to leave in order to keep Ed happy ended up doing EXACTLY the opposite.

OR, I wonder if this is following the reunion—a PAINFUL one at that. Like, maybe he still was going into it a bit idyllic, and was holding onto the hope that it would still be alright...only for Ed to react poorly/in a way he never anticipated to see. He went into it maybe with a bit of anxiety, but ultimately leaned on the denial...only to have all the fears confirmed.

Or maybe it's a mixture of both. But either way, it's SO so interesting to see him have to SIT with it all. And even though it hurts to see HIM hurt, I'm actually very glad they addressed this and made him feel the heavier weight.

...Only to transition right into silliness here with this shot dHJKSDKLS. ed babe listen i get it. i Get It. i'm right there with you, babe.

BUT ALSO, makes me wonder what he was smoking in his pipe beforehand. Or maybe it was the transition from pipe to a straight BLUNT that got him shdjksd. Or MAYBE it was just ~*~the sapphic kush~*~ that took him out PFFFF. wlw on mlm violence idk.

SPEAKING of which...

here we go, lesbians. here we go, lesbians, come on. oH MY GOD, LESBIANS,,,

do you think anne and mary want me

BUT OKAY LMAO THESE TWO,,,

With that whole shot where it looks like Anne just kissed Stede, and the way they're both 👀👀 at Ed and Stede having their tense little interaction, I have to wonder if their gaydars go off and one or both subsequently decide to stir shit up PFFFF. Like, causing chaos by making Ed/Stede jealous type deal. And maybe Anne kissing Stede is what makes Ed choke on the blunt sdhkshdks WHO KNOWS.

Regardless, very excited to see the pairs interact. WHO KNOWS WHAT SORT OF MLM WLW SHENANIGANS WILL HAPPEN SDKJS.

And ALSO in relation to that scene, I just have to shdjksdhljksdkls over the editing because it took me out. Ed being like "And more importantly, no more Stede >:)" only to show his little wedding topper doll with Stede's subsequent "HULLOOO, IDWAD."

Killed me. KILLED ME DEAD. And also, a neat little way of editing call Ed out on his bullshit REAL FAST HSDJKSL. like, honey, you can try, but you know full and damn well that silly little guy has burrowed into the deepest chambers of your heart. he has your heart and you have his, WHOOPS.

Ricky, right? This is Ricky??

"WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY..."

So okay, a nose prosthesis is metal as hell, but that means we ALLLLLL know who he got tangled with PFFF. And I believe we see him in the Republic of Pirates talking to Stede and Co??? So I'm very VERY interested to see how that all devolves, and how he goes from vibing to wanting to throw hands.

Unless he was like, on some sort of reconnaissance mission for the British in the first place.

But I digress. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU HSDJKLSLKS

...The way I missed this SEVERAL times over, and didn't even see it until someone else pointed it out in another post.

IZZY WITH A HOOF PEGLEG. PRESUMABLY FROM THE UNICORN. BECAUSE WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY GET A WOODEN HOOF HSDKLJS.

But that also has me like 👁️👁️ for SO many different reasons. How did he lose a good portion of his leg? Was Stede the one to offer up the unicorn leg as a pegleg?

And TRULY, WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH HIM AND STEDE ANYWAY HSDKJLS LIKE I STILL CAN'T EVEN WRAP MY MIND FULLY AROUND THAT ONE,,,

My running theory is still that like...Izzy wanted a very specific version of Blackbeard. Izzy wanted someone who no longer exists, or maybe never existed to begin with. And so Izzy thought he was doing right by taking Stede out of the picture and nudging Ed back into a more viscous type of pirating...

Only for that to COMPLETELY backfire, and for Ed to get far more unstable. And like, something something Izzy was already complaining about Ed's "erratic moods" and "questionable decisions" BEFORE Stede came into the picture, so I doubt he's going to be content with Ed's turmoil and all the impulsivity that'll likely come with it.

So maybe, MAYBE, I'm thinking he'll have a bit of growth by realizing that Ed and Stede need each other, or maybe that Ed was way happier when things were smoother between him and Stede, at least. And knowing him and his characterization lol, it might not even be a selfless realization/decision. Maybe he'll only be doing it because he wants a less emotional version of Ed, and thinks that having Stede around and being cordial with him will allow that to happen.

And maybe it leads to even MORE growth when he gets roped into training Stede/the crew idk.

Regardless, REGARDLESS, they are one of the last pairs I ever expected to team up, because they were ACTIVELY bitching at each other all through last season HSDJKS.

HI AGAIN OLU MY SWEET LOVELY OLU MY SWEETHEART DARLING <3

BUT WHO ARE WE FIGHTING, SIR. WHAT'S THE TEA????

I'm not 100% certain, but it SEEMS like this is at Jackie's, or at least in the Republic of Pirates somewhere. And based on Ricky's injury, and also other little tidbits of footage, it SEEMS like something goes down there. Maybe some sort of scuffle between the Navy and our guys or something equivalent that snowballs into even ~*~Larger Problems~*~

SEE BECAUSE YEAH—EXPLOSIONS?? CANNON FIRE??? WHAT'RE Y'ALL DOIIINNNGGG LMAO.

And it's so wild because I definitely see Olu (with the CROCS OFC LMAO) and Pete, and then I THINK I see Lucius and Izzy in that mix too??? So like,,,

WHAT DID Y'ALL GET TANGLED IN SDHJKSKLS. AND WHERE IN THE SEASON WOULD THIS FALL??????

Oh this hurts lol. This one hurts. This one hurts a LOT. Stede Bonnet stop breaking my heart Challenge: impossible.

Because that's his home. That's his soul placed into a ship. That's the conglomeration of his hope, and heart, and adventure, and family,,,

And it's in RUINS.

LIKE, CAN THINGS STOP GOING BADLY FOR HIM ACTUALLY HSDKJS. CAN HE STOP GETTING DECKED BY HIS TRAUMA OVER AND OVER AND OVER. BECAUSE,,,

Fresh off the "you defile beautiful things/you're a monster/you're a failure/you ruin everything you touch" train, and he comes back to this. And if this is after he reunites with Ed and realizes things are bad, then man, that'll be even WORSE.

LIKE, NUMEROUS CHAMBERS OF HIS HEART HAVE BEEN SHREDDED. HIS HOME AND HEART ARE BROKEN.

mmMMmmmMMMMMM DAVID CAN WE MAYBE NOT <3 SHDJKLSKS

BUT, off we go cartwheeling from that footage to a VERY interesting bit of dialogue from Stede:

"The entire escape relies on this."

Escape?? ESCAPE???

Here I was thinking they enlisted they help of the Red Flag Fleet and/or Susan to try and catch up with the Revenge. So, ESCAPE???????

Did they get captured? Snatched up from the Republic of Pirates or something equivalent? Does someone have beef with Ed and holds Stede and Co hostage because they're trying to aid him?

OR, are they voluntarily on that ship to hide/lay low from the Navy or something, but their cover has been blown, and they have to quickly flee back onto the Revenge?

Very very inch resting whatever the case.

...

STEDE. FOOKIN. BONNET,,,

🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

LIKE SIR, WHAT THE FUCK SHDSKD, Y'KNOW??? WITH THE STIDDIES OUT AND THE EARRING AND THE SCRUFF,,,

GOD LMAO. JESUS CHALUPA. CEASE.

like, you're telling me ed is going to see him like this and isn't going to IMMEDIATELY drop and start tying his hair into a ponytail? mmmMMKAY

BUT OKAY—ACTUALLY, that joke sort of brings me to a more angsty theory, because of course it does lol. I have to wonder if Stede is dressing like this because he legitimately wants to, OR, if it's because he feels like he has to.

Like, something something he's trying to do everything he can to win respect and establish himself and ALSO win back his man. And, something something he is ONCE AGAIN doing what HE thinks Ed wants, as opposed to what Ed might ACTUALLY want. Like, "Oh, he's a notorious pirate. He'll like me again if I have a little more gruff and backbone, right? That's what pirates like, right???"

LIKE NO YOU DOOFUS HSDSHDS HE LOVES YOU AS YOU ARE, JUST AS YOU LOVE HIM HOW HE IS. AND HE DREAMS OF DRESSING IN A DRESS WHEN MARRYING YOU. SO LIKE,,,

IF THAT IS INDEED THE CASE, I'M BEATING ED TO THE CHASE AND HEADBUTTING HIM MYSELF HSDKJLSDS.

*grumbling* even though it's a very VERY good look on him, so i hope it's more on his own volition.

I just want him to feel comfortable as HIMSELF, and feel like he doesn't have to perform/conform to anything. And I think there's something very deeply queer about him and Ed BOTH going through that. They're BOTH trying to figure themselves out and what they're comfortable with and who they want to be. And I hope that, IF this is his look, it's something that HE wants entirely.

((Which makes me raise my eyebrows a bit more because of the Cunty Red Jacket. Because he's CUNT. And also his curls are more pronounced when he wears that too. SooOOOoooOOO?????? VERY interested to see what he wants, and where he comfortably settles))

AND GODDDDDD ONTO YET ANOTHER VERY EYEBROW RAISING PART LMAO.

So, we've seen that shot of someone falling into the water like 80 million times at this point. And this trailer ALSO showed an additional shot of said person SINKING into the gloom. At least, I THINK it was the same person/connected. Again, could be a total misdirect lol.

And then we've seen all the blue-tinted shots of Ed off on his own somewhere, fight someone/something all the while being accompanied by some unknown figure.

And BECAUSE of the tinting/consistent lighting, and BECAUSE of the figure accompanying him, I have to also wonder like others similarly are...

Is this a DREAM???

Is this some sort of unconscious sequence where Ed works through trauma/hurt/demons? Is that person with him the ghost of Hornigold or another significant figure from his past? And does said sequence end with him jumping from the cliff and allowing the Kraken to disappear back to the gloom???

But something that makes that whole theory SUS is the shots we've gotten of someone, presumably Ed, coming up out of the ocean. And it's not tinted blue like all of these other shots are.

So it's just hsdjkhsdjksdhskjdhsjksfs??????

Regardless, REGARDLESS, I think all of this points to Ed going on some sort of journey, some sort of bout of self-discovery and self-acceptance. I think he's going to heal parts of himself, or at least SETTLE with parts of himself, no matter the circumstances. And that would be so good because I want that so badly for him. I want him to be able to do that for himself.

...AND SPEAKING OF HEALING SHDJKSKLS

BUNNY. BUNNET. SIR THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STEDE BUNNET.

but omfg this is yet another case of my brain not being able to piece together timelines. because ed babe where ARE you. "BABYGIRL WHERE ARE YEEEWW..."

He looks so soft, and also has on a different ring??? An emerald/cyan looking ring??? AND THE KRAKEN RING THAT TAIKA ALWAYS WEARS HSDKJS.

So I just hsdjkhdjklsdhdjklshsjkls. "jodi you'e literally going to find out in like less than a month" I KNOW I KNOW OKAY BUT THAT DOESN'T PREVENT ME FROM GNAWING ON MY DESK FOR 18-ISH MORE DAYS HSDKJLS.

Also, as an aside, I SO very hope this leads to Fangy getting a puppy. I SO very hope that the "pets befouling the ship" clause is scratched from the rulebook PFFFF.

LOOK AT MY SWEETHEARTS HAVING FUN. LOOK AT JIM BEING UNHINGED SHDKJSS LOVE THAT FOR THEM. SERIOUS GOOSE IS BACK TO SILLY GOOSE!!! LOOK AT STEDE LOOKING LIKE A PROUD DAD. THIS IS THE SHIT I'M HERE FOR!!!

also hi hello is that archie. dO YOU THINK ARCHIE WANTS M-(GUNSHOTS)

i'll just be in the corner sobbing over being attracted to so many of these damn pirates. like, it's an Issue

...mmMMMMMM ONLY FOR ME TO TRANSITION RIGHT BACK INTO ANGST TERRITORY LMAO. BECAUSE STEDE, DARLING, WHAT IS THAT INJURY???

I've seen people theorize it's a stab wound, a bullet wound, or some sort of wound that was burned/cauterized. Either way, EITHER WAY, OUCH??? CAN MY DARLING PLEASE KNOW PEACE HSDJKSDKL

Also again, this all plays back into my theory that they're having a party, only to get crashed by some sort of navy personal or another pirate bounty hunter of some variety. And Stede gets captured/tortured.

*Banging pots and pans together* WHEEEEERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE HSDJKLSHDLKS

Same shirt, but has his EARRING. And is BATTLING A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE. So I would assume this comes AFTER the party fiasco, but also jsjshdjkshlJKHDKLS????

Also the CONCERN on his face is so striking. It makes me wonder if he's looking at Ed. ESPECIALLY because—

SAME BEACH, SAME BATTLE??? SEPARATED BY THE PARTY FIASCO AND ARE NOW FIGHTING TO GET TO ONE ANOTHER?????

But two things about this shot. Well, three, if you count me absolutely FOAMING at the mouth at getting to see Ed battle because hsdjhsjkhsdjkls bARK,,,

One, his sword is bloody. Love that for him. King shit. Slicing and dicing.

BUT TWO, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE APPEARS TO BE HOLDING HIS RIGHT SIDE. NOT THE LEFT SIDE WHERE HE'S BEEN STABBED LIKE 12+ TIMES, BUT THE RIGHT.

HE GETS INJURED??? DO THEY BOTH GET INJURED?????? DAVID I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 18+ DAYS LEFT BUT I'M DYING OVER HERE HSDJKSLDS

oh hi izzy lmao the way i did not expect the hardest line in the trailer to come from him.

"You don't know the first thing about piracy. It's not about glory, it's about belonging to something."

God. GOD. I really feel like he's going to end up surprising me so much this season lmao.

((BECAUSE NOT TO MENTION, THE FACT THAT HE'S TALKING TO RICKY, AND IT JUST SEEMS,,, 👀))

oh god y'all lmao. want to see how loud i can scream. because, i missed this my first few watches, and didn't even notice until it was later pointed out in people's posts, but,,,

LUCIUS!!! L U C I U S!!!!!! MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND LUCIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEARD, WOODEN FINGER, AND ALL.

MY DARLING. MY GUY. MY BESTIE!!!!!!!

Listen, I was like 99.9999999999999999% sure he was alive okay lol. Because NARRATIVELY, he had to be. NARRATIVELY, I think his death would have sent things into irreparable places. Also, silly little pirate rom/com; Y'ALL CAN'T KILL OFF ONE OF THE MOST BELOVED CHARACTERS LMAO LIKE NO WAY.

But regardless, I'm so happy to see him. I'm SO so happy to see him. AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM REUNITE WITH PETE, AS WELL AS SEE HIS REAL AWKWARD INTERACTIONS WITH ED, I'M SURE HSDJKS

Obligatory Wee John in drag mention/shoutout. Because come on now. COME ON NOW. HE'S FUCKING SERVING. ABSOLUTELY SLAYING. THAT BLUE LOOKS SO SO FUCKING GOOD ON HIM TOO. AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY FOR KRISTIAN AS WELL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

Annnnnnd Obligatory Tealoranges mention/shoutout because goodness, look at them. LOOK at them. LOOK HOW SOFT JIM LOOKS. LOOK HOW SWEET THEY ARE. I'M EATING MY ARM!!!

*Baywatch Theme starts playing*

But okay okay what are we thinking:

Training montage/sequence? Or romantic moment?

STEDE'S ROCKY MOMENT LMAO, OR STEDE'S ROMANTIC HERO MOMENT. RUNNING TO GET GAINS, OR RUNNING TO GET HIS MAN.

OOOOOOO BITCH LMAO. OOOOOOOOOOOO BITCH. *RUBS HANDS TOGETHER*

and also snorting at ed's eyes because, just when i think they can't get any bigger,,, just when i think he can't possibly get even More Eyes than usual,,,

But okay hi hello WOWZERS this sequence. This one REALLY has my brain churning.

And I'm subsequently in the camp of thinking that this is very very soon after their reunion, if not their REUNION PROPER. I'm sort of leaning more towards the former, because something tells me they'd want to keep their reunion proper a secret/save it, since it'll likely be a very pivotal moment.

But regardless, SOMETHING SOMETHING SEASON 1 EP3 MIRROR? STEDE FINDS ED INJURED AND WATCHES OVER HIM???? I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HYPE THAT WOULD MAKE MEEEEE HURT/COMFORT AND PARALLELS MY BELOVED!!!

Because Ed is DEFINITELY injured. Blood on the side of his head, various cuts and bruises across his face, etc etc. And Stede looks very Concerned when he calls his name. So I'm just 👀

Not to mention also, Ed seems VERY out of it. His eyes are wide/glazed-looking in all of the subsequent shots. And his first reaction is to headbutt Stede away shdkjshdkjs.

So again, the theory that it's right around their reunion seems very plausible, based upon reactions and outfits and the like. BUT WHO KNOWS.

also, for the record, still sobbing at how stede keeps his arm protectively draped over ed during these shots,,,

AND *RUBS HANDS OVER THIS ONE TOO*

,,,and maybe also *wipes tears away* because he just looks so SERENE. he looks so CALM. i have to wonder if this is after a pivotal moment in his healing, be it from his own realizations, an intimate conversation with stede, or both.

i just hope he's legitimately feeling better right here because i want that for him. i want that SO bad for him. I WANT THE WORLD FOR HIM!!!

Annnnnnnd ending it off with this shot because omfg. Three things.

One, JACKIE AND ED GIRLS NIGHT REAL,,,

Two, Ed trying something "different" has me sobbing and throwing up. He just wants to be comfortable. He just wants to be HIMSELF. He just wants to stop PERFORMING AND MASKING.

Three, THE SWEDE AND JACKIE LMAO??? SWACKIE??? THE SWEDE LOOKING SO INCREDIBLY HOT??? THEY WERE NOT LYING WHEN THEY SAID EVERYONE WAS GOING TO BE HOT SHDJKSD

anyway, if you made it this far, then bless you and your resilience LMAO. but also if you made it this far, you're probably just as excited as i am. like, after this trailer, after seeing all of our darlings and seeing the silliness and seeing the interactions...

idk, i'm just feeling THAT much happier. i'm feeling THAT much more confident in our showrunners/cast/crew. and i cannot WAIT to continue feeling happy with all of y'all <3

18 DAYS AND COUNTING. CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW WRONG I AM LMAOOOO <333

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spy x family ! au yuri briar smut ( pt. 1 ) ♡

complex feelings about you

﹙ 🦇 ﹚── parings : yuri briar x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), yandere themes (we’re talking about yuri), obsession, mutual obsession (kinda), masturbation, virginity kink, purity kink in general, yuri touching himself wearing his uniform 😩, kind of sexting ???, stalking

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Yuri was immersed in his obsession with you, becoming more and more determined to uncover every detail about your life. He searched through every file folder, every record, wishing to fully understand who you were. His fixation exceeded healthy boundaries, replacing even the photos of his sister with images of you in his personal spaces.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : IM SO SORRY FOR THIS. i’m being for real. sorry for not posting the requests or my other drafts. yuri was simply calling for me. THIS IS GOING TO BE A SERIES because i need more yuri content. anyway, HAPPY EASTER <3

When you first laid eyes on Yuri, something clicked in your head.

Perhaps it was his innocent brown-reddish eyes; his youthful and gentle demeanor, reminiscent of a puppy; or maybe his slightly long black hair that practically caressed his shoulders; perhaps his unexpectedly masculine and strong stature.

Truth be told, when you saw Yuri Briar for the first time, you flipped, completely.

You were just a secretary working in the public sector for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Your job was relatively simple but tiring. Tasks like scheduling appointments, organizing documents, answering phones, drafting correspondence, and providing administrative support to members of the Ministry were part of your routine. You played an important role in maintaining efficiency and coordinating activities within the institution. Not that you were extremely valued — of course not. But still, the salary was good enough to sustain your humble and comfortable life in Ostania.

You saw Briar for the first time on your first day of work, early in the morning. He was standing, holding a cup of coffee while talking to his superior with a smile.

Your heart skipped a beat.

When you looked at Yuri, it was love at first sight. Your eyes widened, your face grew warm, and you blushed. How could such a handsome man be working in the same place as you? Staring at him for another brief moment, you presumed he was probably young and around your age. Your heart skipped another beat, did you two have something in common? The thought made you want to slap yourself; how could you fantasize about a man you hadn't even met?

You approached your superior, introducing yourself. The red-eyed man was by his side, and you resisted — emphasis on resisted — the urge to stare at him.

Your superior gave you instructions for the day and left, suddenly leaving you alone with the boy who took your breath away.

"I see it's your first day as a secretary, hm?" He said, now looking at you. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Yuri Briar. I'm the Minister of Foreign Affairs."

So young and with such a high position? You thought.

"... I hope we can get along." He added, with a smile. And you felt your knees weaken.

"Of course, Mr. Briar! I'll do my best to be useful to you." Pathetically formal. But what could you do? Just his presence fried your neurons; it was better to err on the side of formality than to be disrespectful. Yuri gave you a smile, and your heart squeezed.

"It's okay, you don't need to be so formal." He chuckled softly, with his eyes closed. "I need to go to a meeting now, if it's not too much trouble, I need help with the paperwork..." And then he gave you instructions on what you should do in his absence.

Your face stayed red for the rest of the day, and your heart felt tight. The man with black hair wouldn't leave your mind. You organized things as you were asked, unconsciously dreaming of receiving praise from Briar.

Lost in reverie, it was already night, and Yuri hadn't arrived yet. You were cleaning his desk, lost in your thoughts, when unexpectedly, a voice cut through your train of thought.

"Hey!" It was Yuri. "You're still here, sorry for keeping you here so late." he rubbed his own neck with his hands timidly, with a smile. Unbeknownst to you, the room was empty. It was just you and Briar.

"N-No, Mr. Briar." You said, stuttering. "I lost track of time out of distraction. You're not to blame for anything. I did what was asked of me, now I'll be going home." You tried to leave quickly, feeling your face burn.

"Don't you want company? It's dangerous for a woman to go out alone at this hour." He said, with a calm demeanor. "I would hate to see my sister walking alone at this hour."

"Do you have a sister?"

"I do, an older sister." He said with a smile. "But, uh, the offer still stands. I can accompany you so you don't walk alone."

"No, Mr. Briar!" You replied. "You don't need to be so kind, I live nearby. It won't be a long walk, such concern isn't necessary."

"If you insist..." He replied, with a smile. The same smile that almost made you lose your balance and the strength to stand.

You left, walking in opposite directions. You couldn't help but blush remembering the dialogue exchanged with the young man; the heat in your body protected you from the cold of the street. And, without realizing it, you had already arrived home.

You lay on the bed sighing, with your hand resting on your chest. Remembering every word, every smile exchanged with the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The next few days passed quickly. Unbeknownst to you, it had been months since you started working at the public ministry. Honestly, you didn't exchange many words with Briar. The red-eyed boy was busy with various meetings — which was understandable, given his enviable position — you understood, but secretly missed the dark-haired man and the small smiles and short dialogues exchanged.

Until the fateful day arrived.

"Can I talk to you?" Yuri spoke near your ear, you were cleaning the countertop, lost in your thoughts, you hadn't even noticed the approach of the dark-haired man.

"Of course, Mr. Briar." You turned to him.

"I've observed your behavior over the past few months," He said with his characteristic smile. "And you're exemplary! I talked to the higher-ups to give you a promotion!"

"But— huh? I can't believe I can be promoted, Mr. Briar." You said insecurely, and he replied with a laugh.

"Don't worry. It's a position, um... let's say, a bit secretive." He said, putting his index finger on his lips. "Soon, some superior will talk to you about the details!" And then he left, leaving you confused and anxious. What kind of position would this be?

A few hours passed, and you were called for a meeting. You entered the room, visibly nervous.

And what happened? Oh, what happened...

You were explained about the State security service, the secret police. Now you would work with the feared by civilians, secret police, was that what Yuri wanted?

So Briar's job as minister was a force?

All the details were explained to you, your role hadn't changed, you would only be given files of deep secrecy, which sent a shiver down your spine. Would you be able to carry such responsibility?

Your workplace had now changed. You found yourself going every morning to the discreet lair of the State security service. Once again, you were close to Briar, taking care of his confidential papers.

Now you knew Yuri's true profession. Honestly, you were amazed at the violence exerted by the security service. However, such a discovery made your heart race. Discovering another side of Briar made your breathing heavy; you were delirious with excitement. Now, that was a secret you both shared.

And, of course, he looked ridiculously handsome in his secret police uniform.

Now, you shared more moments together. Considering that all meetings that Yuri attended were a sham, and that, in fact, he was in that place the whole time.

Honestly, you didn't exchange many words. The atmosphere in that place was more tense, more serious. And now, you knew Yuri had interrogations. Interrogations in which Briar was not merciful, interrogations in which the black-haired man had no shame when it came to using violence.

You knew how brutish Yuri was — after all, you cleaned the blood from the room after interrogations —, it made your heart race in anxiety and fear, but also in desire.

At that moment, you were cleaning the interrogation room that had just been used by Briar. The smell of sweat and blood hangs in the air.

But the perfume of the red-eyed man too.

You were alone in the room, the highly trained police officers were going about their business, and Yuri was probably in some meeting with Desmond and his superiors about some plan to prevail for the glory of Ostania.

The room was already clean, and you admired your good work together. For a moment, you picked up a small towel that was resting under the table, brought it to your nose, and, closing your eyes, you inhaled the odor given off by the cloth.

It was Yuri's. You knew from the specific smell, he had probably used it to dry his sweat during the interrogation.

You inhaled it again, closing your eyes tightly, imagining Yuri next to you. And, without realizing it, your panties dampened just by imagining Briar behind you, rubbing against your body, sighing in your ear.

Finally, you began to rub your intimacy on the corner of the table, on the most pointed part of the table, rubbing your wet and needy cunt against the furniture, feeling a wave of pleasure run through your entire body.

“Mr. Briar—Ah!” You moaned, but then quickly covered your mouth, and in a moment of realization, you realized what you were doing. "My God." You say, moving away from the furniture, with your hands, slightly trembling over your mouth.

You were taught that women of value don't touch themselves or succumb to the pleasures of the flesh, but Yuri, with that black hair and reddish eyes, made you lose your temper.

When Yuri Briar first saw you, a switch flipped in his head.

Maybe it was your clumsy steps, betraying nervousness; your eyes shyly cast down; the way you twirled your hair, reflecting shyness; perhaps your innocent and defenseless demeanor, like someone in need of protection.

Truth be told, when Yuri Briar first saw you, he flipped, completely.

Briar held the position of a diplomat as a facade; in reality, the dark-haired man worked for Ostania's secret police as a counterintelligence agent. He had initially started his job in the ministry as an ordinary worker but was soon chosen to work in the secret police, safeguarding Ostania's future.

Briar saw you for the first time on his first day of work, early in the morning. He stood there, holding a cup of coffee while speaking to his superior with a smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

Yuri, with his spy skills, felt your gaze and discreetly looked back at you. It was love at first sight. Yuri noticed your sweetly timid face as you entered the room; Briar felt his face grow warm and flush. How could such a beautiful, pure, helpless, and worthy-of-protection woman be less than 6 meters away from him?

How did he know this? Briar could read your body language, your gaze, and your delicate voice.

Staring at you for another brief moment, he presumed that you were probably young and around his age. Yuri's heart skipped another beat; he had never felt such a strong urge to protect someone besides his sister.

Then, he felt you approaching your superior, introducing yourself. The man with reddened eyes stood by your side trying to conceal his slightly flushed face. Damn, wasn't spy training enough to learn how to hide his emotions?

Your superior gave you instructions on what would be done that day and left; suddenly, you two were alone.

"I see it's your first day as a secretary, hm?" He says, now looking at you. "Pleasure, my name is Yuri Briar. I'm the Minister of Foreign Relations."

Oh, so pure, so precious. He thought.

"... I hope we can get along." He adds, with a smile, trying not to reveal all his thoughts of protecting you.

"Of course, Mr. Briar! I'll do my best to be useful to you." Pathetically formal. But what could you do? Yuri gives you a smile, inevitably amazed by your tenderness. How could you be so lovely?

"It's okay, you don't have to be so formal." He chuckles softly, eyes closed, trying to reassure you. "I need to go to a meeting now, if it's not too much trouble, I need help with the paperwork..." And then he gave you instructions on what you should do in his absence.

Yuri was now at the secret police headquarters; suddenly, he found himself thinking of you. Without a second thought, he rummages through his stack of files, wanting to find out everything — anything — about you.

Yuri was immersed in his obsession with you, becoming more and more determined to uncover every detail about your life. He searched through every file folder, every record, wishing to fully understand who you were. His fixation exceeded healthy boundaries, replacing even the photos of his sister with images of you in his personal spaces.

As he delved deeper into this insatiable quest for information about you, the line between reality and fantasy became increasingly blurred. His mind was filled with thoughts of consuming you completely, possessing every aspect of your existence.

The next days passed quickly. Unnoticed, it had been months since you worked at the public ministry. Honestly, you didn't exchange many words with Briar. The red-eyed boy was busy with several meetings — which was understandable, given his enviable position — you understood, but secretly missed the dark-haired man and the small smiles and short conversations exchanged.

Until the fateful day arrived.

Yuri had a plan, a plan he was proud of. It was only a matter of time until you were in his hands.

You were cleaning the counter completely concentrated, in a quick and discreet move, he put an earpiece in your ear "Can I talk to you?" Yuri spoke near your ear, you hadn't even noticed the approach of the dark-haired man.

"Of course, Mr. Briar." You turned to him.

"I've observed your behavior over the past few months," He says with his characteristic smile. "And you are exemplary! I've spoken to the superiors to give you a promotion!"

"But— huh? I can't believe I could be promoted, Mr. Briar." You said insecurely, and he responded with a laugh.

"Don't worry. It's a position, um... let's say, a bit secretive." He says, putting his index finger on his lips. "Soon, some superior will talk to you about the details!" And then he left, leaving you confused and distressed. What kind of position could this be?

It was the perfect plan.

Yuri did what was necessary to put you in the State Security service. He just needed to recommend you and be patient.

Time passed, and there you were, working as a secretary for the secret police. Yuri couldn't help but smirk maliciously when he heard the news. He had already heard the entire conversation the superiors had with you through the bug, but nonetheless, Briar relished hearing the news officially.

Your workplace had now changed. You found yourself going to the discreet lair of the State Security service every morning. Once again, you were close to Briar, taking care of his confidential papers.

Honestly, you didn't exchange many words. The atmosphere in that place was more tense, more serious. And now, you knew that Yuri had interrogations. Interrogations that Briar was not merciful in, interrogations that the dark-haired man had no qualms about using violence.

Yuri had just finished another one of his violent interrogations, using all tactics, from physical to psychological torture to get the necessary information. Then, after the interrogation was over, he left.

Arriving home and still in his uniform, Yuri heard gasps — gasps coming from you. Soon he felt his face burn and his heart race. Did you… no. He knew you didn’t have a boyfriend and that you weren’t talking to any other men.

“Mr. Briar—ah!”

That was the last straw.

With his hands on his face after hearing what you had said through the wire, Yuri felt his knees weaken. Damn, you had an effect on him.

Briar felt his manhood throb, it was painful as it practically ripped his black boxers. But what the hell. Why he couldn't control his primal instincts when it comes to you?

So, even dressed in the uniform that should represent love for the country, he caressed his throbbing intimacy, which pulsed with each breath he took.

Then, Yuri noticed the end of your graceful sounds. He felt so dirty, so disgusting and disgusting to hear you in such an intimate moment. But even so, your voice, your delicate voice, so vulnerable and precious calling him by his last name in the middle of such adorable sounds made him feel like the most despicable man on Earth.

When you got home, you felt your intimacy tingling. The way her panties were wet bothered her. God, since when did you become like this? You washed your face, trying, in some way, to purify your mind. What the hell were you thinking?

Your face was still hot, and your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would escape through your mouth. Your face felt hot—as did your body—but what the fuck? You were satisfying your carnal desires while thinking about the red-eyed diplomat, and worse, you did it on his desk.

You ran to bed and smothered your face in pillows, trying, somehow, to escape the tricks your mischievous mind played on you.

And then, your mind wandered, and you emerged into your thoughts.

You were sitting on the table, with your legs open and Yuri between them. You were kissing, tongues swirling and eyes rolling. Gasps, bites, lust, desire.

You break the kiss, saying, “Mr. Briar, if someone catches us—“

“Shh…” He whispers. “Do you know why I'm in the state security service, hm? I can do the dirty work and get rid of the evidence.” He says, then kissing you again. Yuri's hands traveled over his body. One hand supporting her delicate torso, and the other venturing through all the lines and curves there were.

Without realizing it, you start touching your thighs.

Yuri was strong, agile and determined. This made you even more in love with him, Briar had so many qualities that you could snort remembering. But not. Not at that moment, you can only focus on his hot tongue exploring the roof of your mouth, the hot air that came out of him touching your skin in the middle of kiss breaks and summaries. God, Yuri was so good, so good. The man with reddish eyes breaks the kiss again, this time saying something.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He says, taking his hand off your hip and placing it on his face. “With a flushed face, heavy breathing. Just succumbing to my touch.” He lets out a nasal laugh.

“Mr. Briar, I—“

“I’m not done talking yet.” He cuts him off, his hand, which was caressing his face, goes down to his inner thighs. “No man touched you, yeah?”

“Uhm.” You nod, visibly nervous.

“So perfect for me. So pure, so defenseless…” He licks his lips, and the once affection turns into strong squeezes on the inside of your thighs, leaving marks.

You decide to imitate him, squeezing your own thighs as you imagine Yuri's firm touch.

Then, his hand moves up, like a light glide, caressing your private area, which, honestly, pulsed and squeezed the air begging for touches.

“No man…” Briar said with a light laugh. “No man…” He reaches your most sensitive spot, rubbing it deliciously, making you moan.

“A-Ah—ha!”

It didn't take long for his hand to reach your needy part, you simulated Yuri's touch once again, closing your eyes to concentrate on the moment.

“So beautiful…” The red-eyed boy says, slowly inserting a finger into your hot, soaked entrance. Fuck! You were asking for this, you were begging for Yuri's fingers entering you.

Yuri's eyes, once radiating innocence and tenderness, now glowed deeply with pure lust.

It was late at night, Briar found herself in a delicate situation. He tried to fall asleep at any cost, but his mind was just a loop of his voice calling him.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Yuri hears gooey noises coming from his ear. Hmm? What could it be now? He thought focusing on the sounds coming from the other end of the line.

“Ah—ah! There is!" He heard your sweet voice again, as the sticky noises grew louder. Yuri wanted to cover his face with so much shame, the event he had tried so hard to get out of his mind was now repeating itself in full force, longer and more intense.

How could you sound so lovely, precious and worthy of protection at a time like that?

Yuri felt his cock throb painfully for the second time that day, Briar snorted, he needed you. Then, he took his cock out of the boxers that covered it, pre-cum leaking from his tip. But what the hell? Was he really so needy because of some sounds?

I mean, Yuri had definitely touched himself thinking about you before—more times than he'd like to admit—but now he felt like an intruder. A dirty, perverted intruder. His mind was so full of dirty thoughts about you, so since you were relieving yourself, why wouldn't he do the same?

Briar moans softly as she squeezes his cock. Damn, you must be so perfect to be fucked. Yuri watches the veins on his member pop out and his glans redden, in pure excitement.

“Ha… fuck…” He moans and then says his name in a sly tone, calling for you.

“Mhmmm… Ah…” He hears you on the other side “Ah—ah! Yuri..!"

That was enough. For the first time, he had heard you say his first name. And still with that precious voice full of malice. That was enough, enough for Yuri to start masturbating like crazy, imagining pumping you with his cock.

#spy x family #yuri briar x reader #yuri briar smut #im sorry for this #happy easter ig

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irrealisms · 2 years

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if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.

The Truman Show // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // Twitter: TubboLive // Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant) - Bo Burnham // Wilbur Soot VOD (Oct 17th 2020) - [DreamSMP] Speedy Stream Festival What festival // MAG117 - Testament // Margaret Atwood - The Robber Bride // @elytrians // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // The Truman Show (edit by @parakeet) // Untitled #15 by @that-house // something about a truman show complex, greek heroes, and the illusion of free will. by @yuker // Tom Stoppard - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead // Bo Burnham - Inside // you're fairly certain there's a curtain somewhere by @irrealisms

[IDs under cut]

Images 1 and 2: Screenshots of the Truman Show. The Closed Captions read "Let me get you some help, Truman. You're not well."

Image 3: ARCHIVIST: Hm. You want a show so badly? Fine.

Image 4: a twitter poll by @TubboLive. text of the tweet is "What do we do..." Options are "Exile Tommy", with 55.8% of the vote, and "Don't Exile Tommy", with 44.2% of the vote.

Image 5: The truth is, my biggest problem's you/I want to please you/But I want to stay true to myself/I want to give you the night out that you deserve/But I want to say what I think/And not care what you think about it/Part of me loves you/Part of me hates you/Part of me needs you/Part of me fears you/And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

Image 6: WILBUR: You're saying "do it", chat, but you're-- this isn't-- you aren't affected, you just want to see explosions, you guys aren't affected, I understand, I understand, I-- I've been hasty.

Image 7: TIM: All right. I don’t know what you are, I don’t even know if you’re listening. I don’t care. Just, if you’re there, I want you to know that I hate you. I hate you for, for witnessing what’s happened to us.

Image 8: “Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

Image 9: a tumblr post by @elytrians. text: *coughs up blood* how do i look? do i look good? was that hot?

Image 10: She had once counted how many times she could spot a camera watching her during her morning run: thirty-one in ten minutes. At least, it had been back then. Last time she had tried it there were hundreds. They tracked her movements, and made so much noise she could not have ignored them if she tried. It was halfway between the mechanical whir of a focusing lens and the low rattle of mean-spirited laughter. Carmen didn’t go running anymore.

Image 11: The last scene of the Truman Show, edited to add a twitch chat full of PogChamp emotes.

Image 12: a comic of two squares talking. RED: I realized something. BLUE: Yeah? RED: This comic could just end. Without warning. The Creator could just get bored. BLUE: No closure, no catharsis, nothing. RED: Our recent few strips would make for unsatisfying ends. Maybe we should give every comic a satisfying conclusion. BLUE: But that’s life. Life doesn’t always have a satisfying ending. RED: This isn’t life, this is a comic. We can control it. We can make sure there’s a happy ending. BLUE: We can’t control jack shit. The comic’s ending is up to the Creator.

Image 13: a comic of Technoblade. He is sitting amongst scattered papers with his hands on his face. The scattered papers have the titles of various Technoblade DSMP Youtube videos written on them. Text on the image reads: “It can hurt, knowing you’re just a character with predetermined lines instead of a person with feelings. The voices are the audience and they’re constantly critiquing your performance.”

Image 14: ROS: I wish I was dead. (Considers the drop.) I could jump over the side. That would put a spoke in their wheel. GUIL: Unless they're counting on it. ROS: I shall remain on board. That'll put a spoke in their wheel. (The futility of it, fury.) All right! We don't question, we don't doubt. We perform.

Images 15, 16: Bo Burnham stands outside a house on a stage; there is a spotlight on him. the caption is [disembodied applause] He tries to reenter the house. the caption is [disembodied laughter].

Image 17: WILBUR: It’s better to play along. Give them what they want. Put on a show. Who cares who it hurts, as long as it’s fucking—influential? God, I hate it so much sometimes, I want to scream. And then I think, would they like that? Would that be entertaining enough for them? Still have to give them their performance. Even when I was dead I was still—I rehearsed my resurrection. TECHNO: Dude, you need therapy.

#web weaving #therapists dni #a bit of a truman show complex #peering through the keyhole

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seven - news

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 939

a/n: AHHHH IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IVE BEEN SO BUSY, THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE OUT TMRW TO MAKE UP FOR THIS ONE BEINS SUPER SHORT TOO!!

Y/N L/N CONFIRMED THAT SHE INDEED HAS A DAUGHTER WITH AN UNDISCLOSED MAN WHO LEFT HER AFTER HAVING THE CHILD

in this new interview with sixth harmony’s y/n l/n, it was revealed that she does in fact have a daughter and the father is not in the picture. she sadly explained that it was an unplanned pregnancy with her toxic ex boyfriend. she went on to answer the questions about his personality and well, if his identity is ever revealed he’s definitely in for it. he apparently cheated on her and forced her to do everything, he was described as what i can only say a bum. someone who we all know didn't ever deserve our y/n

when asked for the identity of this heartless man, she said that she wouldn’t reveal who it was but they knew who they were. she then later hinted that this ex lover of hers was also in the entertainment industry.

the information that someone who left his girlfriend and child was in the industry brought shock to many. seeing how successful y/n has become we can only praise her for being so strong and handling all this on her own. though many speculate that the father of the child is a kpop artist there have been no confirmations.

everything you had said in the interview had been scripted and thoroughly planned out. by revealing all this (true) information, your label was trying to garner more attention. having you play this role and talk about how hard it was being a single mother was a well thought out strategy meant to gain sympathy and have more people become your fans.

the part about your ex being in the industry was not scripted though, you were supposed to just say that for privacy reasons you wouldn’t disclose any names. playing the ever so innocent yet still insanely caring and nice character. you couldn’t help it though, you desperately wanted to shout out myoui mina. you wanted everyone to know, you wanted her to get hate for it. you wanted her to suffer like you did.

when the name was on the tip of your tongue though, you couldn’t get it out. you couldn’t bring yourself to spit the name out. the swirling in your stomach leading your decisions. you for some reason couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. you still cared for her, no matter how much you hated it.

no one knew who the father of your child was other than your members. not even your manager knew, and you planned to keep it that way. talking about mina was too painful. your feelings on hee were so mixed, sometimes you hated her and wished to ruin her career but other times you wished for her to come back and be with you and isla.

you were too torn apart. you honestly just wanted the best for your daughter, and myoui mina was what was best for your daughter.

mina was fuming. the word anger didn't even come close to the emotions she was feeling currently. on her phone she had the youtube app open and your recent interview was playing. she understood that you had made it out to seem like she was a man, but to spread all these lies about her was too much. she was so incredibly angry, you were nothing more than a lying bitch in her eyes. she did stay with you after you gave birth, in fact she was still paying all your bills, yet you still had the audacity to spread these lies about her.

obviously she knew that her identity was not out, but her pride was hurt. just when she was thinking about asking for your forgiveness and re entering your life you had to do this. nayeon burst into mina’s room before she could curse you anymore in her mind.

“I take it you’ve seen the interview?”

“can you believe what she said?! I can pull up so many paparazzi pictures in which she's wearing MY gifts to her. she’s such a fucking attention seeker, i pay her bills, shower her in money and gifts yet she still has the audacity to call me a ‘deadbeat father’?!” mina yelled out in obvious anger at your words towards her.

nayeon placed a hand on mina’s shoulder in comfort, trying to calm her down. “so what are you gonna do now?” nayeon asked, squeezing mina’s shoulder.

“i take back everything we talked about, she can fucking rot for all i care. I don't even have to acknowledge her, she said i didn't do anything for my child so why not keep it that way.” mina sneered, at the thought of your words.

“and what if you do the opposite?” mina’s head snapped towards nayeon, looking at her as if her idea was ridiculous.

“i mean, why don't you prove her wrong. she said all that shit about you, but then you come back and prove her words wrong. if not for your daughter, then for yourself. It hurt your pride hearing that you were a deadbeat father right? — become the opposite of that then, be the best mom to your daughter, don't give her the satisfaction of being right.” nayeon knew what to say to get mina to listen to her words.

“we’re meeting her in 4 days, prove her wrong.”

nayeon always knew what to say and when to say it.

Y/N L/N FLEW OUT TO NEW YORK TO MEET WITH NEWLY REDEBUTED KIM CHAEWON, BOTH SEEM TO BE GETTING CLOSER THEN NORMAL FRIENDS

taglist: @moon-ellie @lisas-earlobe @cocojy @second-daughter-of-clexa @runassimp @eliii1sblog @yvsvrn

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#i’ll know #kpop #girl group #g!p #mina x fem!reader #gxg #mina x reader #myoui mina x reader #twice #myoui mina #twice4 #twice mina #twice x reader #twice angst #luvmyoui

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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You Don't Love Me Anymore Pt.1

Posting this again because someone noticed I made a mistake and added a random name oops

Warning: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

My Saturday nights typically go one of two ways during the hockey season. 1 I either sit at home with some of my friends or some for the other sophomore’s girlfriends that I have grown close to and watch movies or Mark’s games while he is away or 2 I am at Yost and then immediately after drinking my liver away with the team at one of their big Saturday night parties. Tonight was the 2nd option.

After the game, we headed to the sophomore house to drop off the car, then Mark, Eddy and I along with the rest of the house all walked to Nolan’s so we could all enjoy our nights.

After about an hour, I was really starting to feel it. Mark looks down at me under his shoulder, “Stay here, I will be right back. Do you want another?” he asks looking down at my almost empty cooler. “Of course” I say “actually, can you mix me something with the new tequila Nolan just got?””Babe, that stuff is strong” mark protests, “I can handle it, pleeeease” i say giving my boyfriend sad puppy eyes. Mark leans down and pecks my lips “I’ll be back” he says in a tone that signals I am getting what I want.

As I am talking to Luke and Mackie waiting for Mark to return with my drink, music finally starts to play loudly through the house. Mark finally returns, handing me my drink and joining the conversation.

“Hello Estapa, would you mind if I stole your girlfriend for a second”, Mark and I turn around and laugh when we see Jay standing there with a stupid smile on his face, “I am in need of a new pong partner, and Grano is just awful” Jay continues. “Wait I’ll play!” Luke yells over the music “No no no, I want to win hughesy. If I wanted to lose I would have asked one of you three” Jay says pointing at the three boys, “plus Y/N kicked all of our ass’ last time!” Jay continues. I look up at Mark and stuck out my tongue before looking back at Jay, “alright let’s go jbone” I say before chugging the full cup in my hands. I follow Jay to the table and Mark, Luke and Mackie follow behind us to watch with Luke yelling behind us “I’m not that bad you know!!”.

It really wasn’t weird for me to be playing beer pong with Jay because of how close I got with the team. I became one of the boys really quick into my and Mark’s relationship. Once we got to the table Jay looks over at Jacob and his girlfriend and yelled, “I BROUGHT OUT MY SECRET WEAPON!!!”, “NO FAIR, WHERE IS GRANO?! YOU CAN’T SWITCH NOW” Jacob yells back. Jay and I were losing until I started getting one in after the other. “GO BABE!!” Mark chants.

After my streak ends, Jay and I are jumping up and down, hugging eachother out of excitement. The game ended after I sunk the final cup after getting redemption, everyone cheered again and I jumped into Jay’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he jumped up and down not even realizing how we may have looked. Jay was just as drunk as me at this point and it clearly showed.

[Mark POV]

I watch Y/N wrap her legs around Jay and I immediately see red. “Wooo!! Go Y/N” Mackie yells out. I roll my eyes and Luke notices “hey man, you good?”. Why is everyone acting like the way Y/N is acting is normal?! I can’t watch this anymore. I walk to the staircase and go up halfway before sitting down, away from her.

“What’s going on?”eddy asks, plopping himself down next to me, handing me another can of beer. I take the can opening it and than taking a slip. I look over at eddy before looking back straight ahead. “Alright then, where is Y/N at?”,“Probably hooking up with her new boyfriend” I say gripping tighter on the can as I start thinking of the scene I just witnessed. “Oh shit, you good?” eddy replies, “fine.” “come on estapa , maybe you guys should call it a night” he says after he notices my jaw harden as I grit my teeth together. I say nothing.

Eddy is sitting beside me continuing to talk about whatever happened to him and Mackie a couple days ago, but I was too angry to care. I did not catch a single word he was saying I just nodded my head and continued to think about my girlfriend and my teammate. My friend. That’s when my phone started buzzing.

Y/N <3 : babvy whred u go>?

Y/N <3 : cpme hree plx

“So than we wer-”, “You were right earlier, Y/N needs to go home” I say to eddy as I get up and walk away. “Well I think I will join ya” eddy says, but I quickly reply with “no, I am taking Y/N home”. I get up with eddy closing following behind to find Y/N. I am pushing through people in the crowded house when I see holtzy and phil outside the kitchen. “Where is she?” I say to them trying to sound normal but failing with anger ripping through my voice. They both didn’t say anything but hesitantly pointed towards inside the kitchen.

I was greeted by the sight of my drunk girlfriend hanging off of my drunk teammate's neck dancing around the kitchen, I look around to see a bunch of freshmans looking at me with an expression on their faces that read ‘oh shit’. Oh shit was right. Y/N turned around and looked at me smiling trying to stand on her own.

“We are leaving” I grind through my teeth. “I’m staying” Y/N replies “Come on, let’s go. I am tired” I say rolling my eyes at Bone. “Okay, wellll you have a good sleep *hiccup* see you in the mor- *hiccup* nin’”, “Y/N I SAID LET’S GO” I yelled causing everyone to watch. “Hey hey heyyy stop sign, calmer down buddy. Me and Y/N are just having some fun” Bone ruthlessly interrupts. I really didn’t want to cause a scene but the anger took control “Like fuck you are” I say pushing Bone down to the ground. Before I could even throw one punch, I was being held back by holtzy and phil. “Woah, woah. Calm down” holtzy is says while he holds me back. “Bro he is your friend” phil adds.

[Y/N POV]

I know I am too intoxicated to think straight right now. I look down to see Jay getting back up off the ground. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” I say ignoring the burning gaze from Mark. “Save it for the ice there stop sign” Jay chuckles over at Mark, gaining a chuckle out of me. Jay reaches over to the fridge and grabs a beer and tosses it to Mark before getting another for himself. “I don’t want this” Mark says handing it to holtzy. “I’ll have it” I say. Mark walks over to me and says “I am going home” quietly before turning around. “Whatz your problem Mark?!” I yell to his back as he is facing the way to the door, he continues walking out the front door and I follow him out to the front of the house. He is a lot steadier than i am right now so by the time I am outside he is already at the sidewalk. “Excuseeee meee, Mark. I asked a question. Where ya think yer goin?!” I yell across the yard to him. Suddenly Mark stops giving me some time to catch up. He turns when I am almost close enough to touch him when I stumble in his arms. “Hehe oopsies” i giggle in his arms. But he takes a step back and says “we are over”.

After he said that I suddenly stopped giggling and just stared at him. I was in disbelief “b-but w-why?” I say “y-you don’t love m-me anymore?’. Mark takes a hard breath, I can tell his next words he wants to yell, I can sence his anger. “I can’t love a whore”, “I am not a whore!” I yell back at him quickly, getting on the same level of anger as him. “I watched you practically fuck my friend in front of everyone tonight Y/N, you were all over him. You are just a disgusting whore”. That hurt. “Why are you being so jealous?”, “Jealous? Ppfftt, I came to have a good time with my friends and my girlfriend and she’s too busy hanging off my friends and wrapping her legs around him in front of me. You are embarrassing me!”, “Fine if that is how you really feel, than I guess we are over” I retort before turning towards the front door. “You going back in to fuck J-bone?!” Mark yells behind me, I turn to say “maybe I will! After all, I am single now!” before stumbling back into the party.

I stumble all the way to the kitchen to grab the bottle of tequila. After grabbing the bottle off the shelf, I turn to find myself somewhere to be alone, as I turn I run into Nolan’s chest falling back, good thing the wall was there to catch me. “Where do you think your going with that?” Nolan asks. Without saying anything I slide past Nolan putting the bottle to my lips before taking a large swig straight from the bottle. I raised my eyebrows at him before opening the back door to the back porch and sitting on the lawn chairs. I was wearing nothing but a short sleeve crop top but I wasn’t cold even in the February weather.

Nolan followed me outside sitting on the chair beside me followed by Mackie and eddy joining too. “Go inside Y/N, you are going to freeze” Nolan says again. Again with the same response as last time he said something to me I put the bottle up to my lips again. Nolan rolled his eyes and looking at the boys he says “Alright go get Estapa”. “He gone” eddy answers, “Well-” Nolan starts,“We broke up” I quietly interrupt with no expression, taking another slip from the bottle.

They’re all just looking around awkward, before I speak up “yunno I came out here to be alone”. They just sat there still, staring at me sadly until I whispered out almost breathlessly “please”. They all got up, each giving me a shoulder squeeze or a sad facial expression on the way back in. I pull out my phone to see if maybe there would be a text or call or something from Mark, but there was nothing. I miss him already. Maybe he was right and I am embarrassing.

I sit outside for what felt like maybe an hour, sipping on the bottle of tequila straight. I let a tear fall from my eye before looking down and seeing it is 3:30 in the morning. I get up from the chair, and bring the bottle of tequila with me on my way to the door. “Where do you think you are going?” I turn to see Nolan. “Home” I say, “by myself, all alone” i continue followed by tears threatening to fall as I turn back towards the door. “Nah, you’re staying here”, “Why do you care?”,”Because it’s dark, and Estapa would kill me if he knew I let you go”. The tears that threaten to fall are now flowing down my cheeks. “He doesn’t care about me anymore”. Stumbling even worse than before I took a seat on the couch.

I start to get tired and slowly pass out on the couch.

#umich hockey #umich imagine #umich hockey imagine #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Corey C. from the call center (one shot)

Words: 4.5k | Corey Cunningham 🥹 x Fem!Reader

Sub!Corey,kinda. Shy, brooding, meowmeow!Corey, post-accident, pre-Michael.

Summary: You start talking to Corey when he's working at the call center and you call in. You invite him over for Halloween 💕. [In Halloween Ends, Corey's mother threatens to send him back to work at the call center when she thinks he was injured at Prevo]

You take Corey’s jacket and for the first time see his strong, expansive chest. He notices you noticing, and he assumes he has something on his shirt. He looks down at himself and brushes nothing off his chest then smiles shyly and tucks a wild curl behind his ear. You welcome him to sit on the couch with you. He sits upright, awkwardly. You can tell he's going to need some encouragement.

18+ EXPLICIT

mdni

You recently moved into your own little house. It’s the first time you’ve lived on your own, and you’re far from where home used to be. Right after college, you lived with a partner who would call the landline every day after you got off work to make sure you came straight home. When that ended, you stayed with family for a while, then moved to Haddonfield for a fresh start. The weather felt cold and bleak at first, compared to the deep South, but the town seemed to have a real sense of community, almost like perfect strangers were trauma-bonded.

Still, you haven’t been fast to make friends, and sometimes you’re lonely. You initially moved in with a roommate, but she moved in with a boyfriend and you hadn’t been able to find a new one. Instead, you move into a little duplex you can afford on your own.

Your internet hasn’t exactly been reliable, and you’re still getting used to managing your own utilities. You haven’t called for help yet because the prospect of it overwhelms you, but you get tired of rebooting the router and finally call your internet service provider to troubleshoot your connection.

You reach a polite young man named Corey C. Corey has a deep, sexy voice and a Northern accent. Northern accents are super hot to you the same way a foreign accent might be hot to someone else.

“Can I get your phone number in case we get disconnected?” You give it to him.

“Tell me about why you’re calling today.” He follows the script, you give him the answers.

“I lost the internet.”

“Are you near your router? Can you tell me which lights are blinking?” You tell him you don’t know what the lights are and he guides you through light by light. You aren’t really listening, you just savor the sound of his voice. You could listen to Corey C. talk forever.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you there?”

“Yes, sorry. The top one is blinking orange.”

“Okay, I can reset the connection from here, it’ll just take a minute to reboot, okay?”

“Sure.” It’s refreshing how sweet and patient he is. You were nervous to call for help, and he’s made it easy and even enjoyable.

“I’ll stay on the line to make sure it works, okay?” You already want to hug him. Sometimes you still feel so alone, and even though he;s just helping you through this tiny problem in the big scheme of things, it feels good to have someone sound like they’re actually there for you.

“Sounds good,” you say. “How’s your day going?”

He sighs. “You know, it’s just another day.” Something sounds so sad in his voice.

“Awww”

“Actually, you’re the first nice customer I’ve had all day.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“That’s alright, it’s just the job. How’s your day?”

“Oh, fine, not too interesting. I was just streaming Euphoria when I lost connection.”

“Sorry about that. How is that, by the way?”

“Oh it’s awesome, you should watch it.”

“I don’t have Showtime, but it looks really good.”

“You have an amazing voice, by the way, sorry if that’s weird, I just had to tell you.”

“Uh, heh, well, thanks.” You can practically hear him blushing

“Do you get that a lot?”

“Um, no, not really, most people are just annoyed. Their internet is out or their bill is too high.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun, sorry.”

“Well, it’s a job, my mom got it for me, so I could save for college.”

“Oh, are you still in high school?” He doesn’t sound young, but you feel like you have to ask.

“Oh, no, no, I go to community college, I’m just saving up for engineering school.”

“Well, you’re good at your job, Corey C. You’re patient and kind, and hey, it looks like you already fixed my issue.”

“Oh, heh, you can just call me Corey.”

“Okay Corey,” you smile.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“No, I think that’s all for today. I hope your day gets better.”

“Thanks. You’re nice. Give us a call back if you need anything else, okay?”

You wish you could talk to him longer, but you let him go and give him five stars on the customer service survey.

For the rest of the day, you can’t get his hot voice out of your head. He’s earnest and sad and that just makes you feel more connected to him. The whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield, you’ve felt like an outsider. It’s almost like people wonder why anyone would move to Haddonfield after 2018, and they never quite let you in. You hear something similar in Corey’s voice. You hate the thought of him getting yelled at all day.

A few days later, you have the same issue and get Corey C. again when you call. He remembers you. You make conversation again, and at the end he says “It was nice talking to you, really.”

The day after that, you call back just because, and you ask for Corey C. by name. He’s about to go eat his lunch. You talk about your favorite foods and drinks.

Each time you call, you pretend there's an issue and give him five stars. Corey tells you he's switching to a later shift and gives you his extension. The late shift is pretty dead sometimes, so if you're ever bored you could give him a call. Now you have his extension.

You're listening to WURG in the car, and Willie the Kid is on about how Corey Cunningham is a killer. Corey Cunningham. You always felt bad for him, but hadn't thought about him since you started talking to Corey C. on the phone.

You go on YouTube to try to find old CourtTV footage, and there it is, that deep sexy voice. You didn't know Corey Cunningham was hot. You had a feeling Corey C. was though.

Corey's hot voice paired with his sweet curly hair and glasses and the way he can barely make eye contact really pulls at your heart. You also can't help but notice the way his prison garb hugs his body, and his thick neck, and his Adam's apple when he gulpsl.

He's a gruff, sexy hunk of man wrapped around the sweetest saddest package and you just want to squeeze him.

You call Corey on the late shift. can talk until he has another customer. You talk about your favorite holidays. Yours is Halloween but he doesn't like it. You ask him his story and he tells you his full name and says you probably already know it. “It’s cool if you have to go,” he adds, sadly. You don’t, of course.

You come clean about hearing his name on the radio and looking him up. He doesn't mind. He’s just relieved you still want to talk to him. You tell him your full name and story, too. You tell him things you hadn't ever told anyone else before. He tells you about his home life. You tell him how you came from a similar situation - in terms of feeling controlled and unable to live your life. You talk for hours. He only has one customer and calls you back after.

You call back the next night.

"I wasn't sure you'd ever call back again," he says. “After getting to know me more, I mean.”

Your heart hurts. "I called back especially after getting to know you. I wanna get to know you even more, now."

"Yeah? What do you want to know?"

"Do you have friends? A girlfriend?"

"Not really"

"No girlfriend, really?"

"No. The past couple years have been - it’s been tough. I wouldn’t want anyone to deal with this. Plus, you know, I still live with my Mom.”

"Well. You're sweet. And cute, you know that, right?" Secretly, you suspect he doesn't.

"Heh. You don't have to say that.”

"Really. Very huggable, too. I just want to squeeze you"

"You do?" You wonder if he was even hugged as a child.

"Yeah, is that weird?"

"No, not at all. Just unusual. I mean, I can't remember my last hug. Is that messed up?”

He has another customer, but you tell him to text you later. You know he already has your phone number from your file.

You text throughout the week, and sometimes you talk on the phone because you like to hear his voice, still. As Halloween approaches you worry about him, especially because it sounds like Joan has been acting even crazier now that he’s working a later shift. Everything you learn about him intrigues you more. He doesn’t drive. He rides a bike. He trespasses and hangs out at abandoned, bleak locations a lot. He never really had a dad, but his stepfather is cool.

Even pathetic things – like his mom still doing his laundry – only make you feel closer to him.

Knowing how traumatic Halloween must be for him, you invite him over to spend the evening with you. The whole night, if he wants.

Halloween

You watch your niece while her parents go to a Halloween dinner party and your sister picks her up right before Corey's shift ends. The flow of trick-or-treaters tapers off. When the doorbell rings, your heart races.

You answer the door and almost don't recognize Corey. He looks so much bigger in person. His hair is darker, too. He's wearing a brown corduroy jacket, black and green flannel shirt, and black jeans that are too big. His glasses are different. Round, wire rim. He's wearing old white sneakers. His bike is on a kick-stand behind him. His curly hair is wild from the wind. He’s even more unassuming and huggable than you imagined. “Hiiii Corey,” you say. You can’t believe he’s really here. Your heart is fluttering. “You can park your bike on the porch.” You get the bowl of candy and set it out on the porch for any late trick-or-treaters as he parks his bike.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me,” he says. His voice is even nicer in person.

You hold your arms out for a hug before he's even in the door. He walks into you with his arms hesitantly outstretched and you curl your arms under his. His big corduroy arms wrap around you like a blanket, loosely at first, then you squeeze him around the waist and inhale, and he gives you the bear hug you really wanted. His shirt smells like a wood shop. His jacket has a faint hint of smoke. And his skin - his thick, masculine neck, smells freshly showered, minty.

You invite him in and lock the door behind him. You have a big leather sofa with an oversized plush ottoman. Your TV is mounted on the opposite wall. You’re going to watch Black Christmas and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

He faces the tv and you face him with your feet up on the couch. You tuck your feet under his muscular thigh. He puts his large hand on your foot and stretches his big feet out onto the ottoman. After twenty minutes like this, you say “Can I have another hug? The first one’s wearing off” and smile

"Come here," he says, smiling shyly and extending his arm. He's finally relaxing.

You settle in next to him, hugging him from the side, inhaling his masculine, minty woodshop smell. He strokes your arm.

Your skin is hungry for his. You can't get close enough to him. The closer you are, the closer you need to be. You already have your arms wrapped all the way around him, and his arms over yours, and you still don't feel close enough. It's like your body has a magnetic need to be all the way around his. Like an affectionate, emotional horniness.

"Wanna lie down?" you ask? "On your back." You wonder if that was too direct, but he takes off his glasses, then does it.

He lies there, watching you curiously. You climb on top of him, straddling his sturdy hips with your legs, and you slip your hands under his large arms. You hug and squeeze him like a koala. "Can I stay like this?" You ask. “Like forever?”

He laughs softly at you. "Yeah, you can stay like that," he says softly. You love feeling his voice through his chest. “I like it. Do you want to watch the movie like this?"

"Yeah," you say. You haven’t been this close to anyone the whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield.

He’s very strong and solidly built, but not overly cut, which you love. He’s unassuming and comfortable to lie on. He’s perfect. Your head is against his soft flannel chest, rising and falling with his breaths, listening to his heart pound. Your knees are to either side of his hips. You're straddling his meaty thighs and it's a stretch. Your crotch is just below his, but they would be aligned if you got out of your koala posture. You scoot your knees back a little. You’re very comfortable. His hand comes to your head and strokes your hair. Your eyelids are heavy.

"You're really pretty, you know," he says as your breathing grows steady and falls in rhythm with his against his chest. Your heart swells.

His belt buckle digs into you. You pull your head up for a second and touch his belt buckle and say "can I?" He blushes and nods. You feel his cock twitch under your arm as you unfasten it and slide out the leather.

As hot as he is, your awareness of his cock doesn’t distract you from your primary desire at the moment, which is just to be close to him. You're so overwhelmed with affection for him that your number one priority is to hug him forever and never let him go and never let anyone hurt him again. You pull a thick blanket over both of you and doze off top of him.

***

When the movie ends, you wake up in the same position. You look up at Corey and he's asleep. You stretch out so you’re more parallel to him and lie on top of him with one of your legs falling between his. Your hunger for affection is actively being satisfied, and now a different hunger stirs in your core.

He looks so peaceful. He stirs and you kiss him on the cheek, then the neck, then you lock eyes and kiss him on the mouth. His soft lips embrace yours. As he kisses you tenderly, you begin to unbutton his flannel shirt. You feel him harden against your thigh and your clit is screaming for you to grind against him but you don't want to make any sudden moves. You can take the lead if you have to, but want to savor every moment and resist the urge to rush things. You kiss affectionately as you finish unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, you’re twitching with need for him.

You spread your hands out, fingers wide, and trace his pecs through his tight, thin undershirt. His breathing changes when your palms graze his nipples and you feel him twitch against your thigh. He sits up on his elbows and you back off to give him room. He takes his arms out of the flannel sleeves, revealing how his thick arms fill his thin undershirt.

Corey looks like he’s trying to read your face like a book as he drops the flannel shirt to the floor. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you slide your hands under his white cotton shirt. His skin is smooth and warm under your fingers. You meet his eyes with a hopeful look. He helps you remove the shirt, then he lies back down and opens his arms for you.

You take off your own sweater, and before laying back down on him, you take a moment to appreciate his bare chest. His skin is pale and smooth and warm. You hug him again like you were, with your cheek now resting on his bare, warm chest. One hand strokes your hair while the other caresses your back. His large fingers graze over your bra strap repeatedly, and you take that as his way of asking you to remove it, so you do. His face flushes and you smile. His eyes look back and forth between your nipples as you bring your chest to his. There’s a magnetism between your bare torsos as they meet and your breasts flatten against him. He rests his arms on top of you and strokes your skin. You kiss his neck, then his cheek, then his mouth, and you’re making out again.

You take in the feeling of his lips against yours, his skin against yours. Your chests and arms together feel like they should never come apart. You could stay like this for hours, do nothing else, and still consider it a good night, but you want all of him against all of you. When you look him in the eyes, you’re certain he wants the same.

“Your skin feels so good,” he whispers.

“Yours too. I want to feel all of it.”

He slips a hand in between the two of you and you lift yourself up to give him some room. Large knuckles graze your skin as he unbuttons, then unzips his pants. You scoot yourself down toward his feet and begin to slowly remove his jeans, pulling from the ankles. His briefs start to come with them, revealing some red pubic hair. He doesn’t pull the briefs back up. He’s breathing slowly, deliberately. His thighs are muscular and fade from white to tan. His legs have soft, auburn hair and a few scars lighter than his skin. His feet are huge. You leave his socks on. You almost can’t believe how lucky you are to have him here in your house.

You lie down again, cradled by a large arm, slowly squirm out of your joggers - you weren’t wearing any underwear to take off. He watches you while you’re nestled against him. Your entire naked body now lies against him. He takes his free hand and nudges his briefs down a little more and you help him slowly pull them off with your hand, then your toes, not wanting to leave his side again. He raises his knees one at a time to help. You don’t look directly at his cock but you see enough to know it’s thick and getting thicker.

You’re both nude. The room is just chilly enough that your body heat together will be enough. You pull the blanket up so only your heads peek outside it. You’re cuddled up so close you’re like one body with two heads. You hook your bare leg over one of his and nestle comfortably against him. You reach down and remove one of your socks, then use the toes of that foot to remove your other sock. You slip your big toe into the hem of his sock and he lets you remove them one by one and he giggles when it tickles.

As you play footsie, you feel his cock harden against your leg, and you feel yourself moistening against his strong, hairy thigh. The contiguity of your bodies is intoxicating - the magnetism of his warm skin against yours.

He kisses you softly on the forehead, then on the lips. You close your eyes and inhale through your nose as you kiss, feeling his arms around you. You’re cosmically absorbing him into yourself and at the same time transmitting yourself into him. You want all his feelings and his fears and his trauma and his problems. You want both of you to carry them and yours together as one.

His cock swells against you and his pelvis pushes into your leg and he whispers "sorry."

It stirs you from your affectionate stupor and you whisper back, "don't be. It's natural." You bend your knee and spread your legs, shifting yourself so his hardness is nestled against your warmth. "And I like it," you add. “I want more,” you purr. He takes a deep breath.

Corey’s expansive hands glide over your arms and his thick arms wrap around you tighter. His hot, stiff, member rubs against your warmth. You grind against him, bury your nose in his armpit, and inhale slowly. Your nipples harden as his musk fills your nostrils.

He kisses the top of your head. You look and he bows his head, a wild curl falling in his forehead, and his lips meet yours. He pushes his rock-hard length against you harder as you kiss, and you feel pre-cum. You tilt your hips, slickening his shaft. He softly moans and pulses rhythmically there. You badly want to be filled by him. Your body inches upward on his. Your legs spread for more direct contact and you grind your clit hard against his shaft. You drag your warm, wet cunt against him. Your hips tilt, offering your entrance if he wants to take it.

The wet, swollen head of his cock slides against your folds and nuzzles at your soaking wet entrance. You truly ache for him. You feel the pain not only in your throbbing cunt but in your head and in your chest.

His cockhead nudges your entrance and you whisper “yes.”

His hips rotate upward and the head of his cock pushes into you, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in your core. He sighs. He inches further into you, pleasantly stretching your cunt. Time stands still. You feel his cock pulse and your hips start to move on their own. As you roll into him, his hips jolt up, plunging his whole length into you.

It takes your breath away. You’ve never felt happier than this moment. He sighs and you gasp as pleasure shoots through your spine and spreads to your nipples, your thighs, all your skin against his. Your eyes feel weak like you might cry.

Corey is still for a moment, both of you savoring the first moment his length was sheathed entirely in your warm, wet cunt. You breathe with him, feeling your skin against his, your cunt around his cock. You feel him pulse inside you, then he pulls back a few inches before thrusting into you harder. He shudders as he fills you again. Your chest is hot against his. Your arms curl under his and his thick fingers dig into the smooth skin of your back.

You bring your knees up and hug him like a koala again, rolling your hips into his, your throbbing clit rubbing against his pelvis, savoring the perfect feeling of his length inside you. Your body has a mind of its own now. Your hips let his shaft halfway out, then lower yourself back down hard, and repeat. You drag your breasts down his chest a few inches then sit up. He marvels at your body and his hands come to your hips as you ride him. He reaches for a breast and your nipple hardens against his wide palm. Your pace quickens.

Corey’s face is flushed and his eyes are dark. His dark eyes sparkle as they gaze into yours. His lips are slightly parted. “You’re so beautiful,” he says in a low, gruff voice. “I love being inside you.”

“I love it too,” you say as you keep riding him. He closes his eyes and you watch his hot Adam’s apple as he swallows. His breathing gets heavier. His hands go from your breasts to your sides then beg you closer against him. You kiss him deeply as you lower your breasts to his chest. His lips are soft and plush but they kiss you hard this time, invading your mouth with his strong tongue, sucking you into him, consuming you as you ride him.

Your hard nipple grazes against his and he softly moans into your mouth. His hips rise and you slowly stop riding him, hovering half-on his cock, begging his hips upward into yours. He thrusts upward into you and begins fucking you from the bottom and your cunt clenches around him. You both breathe heavily against each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s breath.

He starts to say something, “I–” but his own moan cuts him off. You sense he’s about to come and as much as you want his hot seed to fill you up, you want to swallow it even more. You want your body to digest him, millions of little versions of him, take little bits of him and turn them into you and you into him.

Your cunt is clenched around him but you beg it to release. You lift your hips and slowly let his swollen cock slide out. It’s ready to burst. You grab it in your soft hand and scoot quickly down his legs, then bring your lips to the head of his cock. You suck the head of his salty cock then open your jaw to slide your lips down his girth. Your strong tongue massages him and you suck from the back of your throat. He strokes your hair and groans and says he’s going to come.

His hips tense as his cock releases a huge salty load into your throat in waves. You seal your lips around his shaft, not wanting to waste any of it at all. You swallow after every pump, still sealed round his shaft. Then, once he’s empty, you gently slide your lips off and replace them with your gentle hand, wanting to protect him from the cold as he deflates.

He sits up and kisses you frantically, pushing you down onto the opposite end of the couch so you’re on the bottom. His huge hand engulfs your cunt and his lips come to your nipple, then your neck. His middle three fingers massage your aching clit and your hips roll up into his huge hand. You can tell he’s desperate to make you come. It won’t take much. He begins to move his hand to your thighs, and you sense he’s getting ready to bury his head between your legs, but you’re too close to let him break contact. You grab his wrist and force him to stay.

His lips come back to your neck and he sucks you hard, biting you lightly, as his soaking wet hand pleasures you rhythmically. You feel the blood in your neck rising to the surface of your delicate skin. Just a few more seconds and your back arches as pleasure shoots through your core, seizing your entire body, and through your final waves, you moan “Corey, Oh, Corey,” and your eyes well up, and his eyes water too as he kisses your lips again. You collapse and hug him into you, on top of you.

Corey nuzzles his curls into your neck and the skin of your chest tingles against his. Your insides buzz with his cum inside you. You would be content to stay like this all night. Preferably every night.

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Believe in me (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

**Requested by @ghwoticz . I hope you and everyone else enjoys this ❤️**

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"Hi, my love", you said, hugging your boyfriend when he opened the door.

"Hello".

"What should we do today? Movie? Go out for dinner? Cuddles?"

You were walking towards the sofa and couldn't see how stiff and uncomfortable Julián looked.

"All of the above?", you asked, turning to look at him smiling until you saw his expression. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, a bit tired. And I didn't know you were coming today".

"I thought I would surprise you", was he not happy to see you? "Did you have any other plans?"

"No, but I thought you would".

"What is that supposed to mean, Julián?"

"Nothing. I'm just…maybe we can stay home. I don't feel like going out".

“Of course. I just want to spend time with you. I don’t care where”.

His attitude still confused you but maybe he was being honest. You were also grumpy when you were tired.

After dinner, you two moved to the sofa to watch a movie. But you couldn't concentrate on it at all. You could only think about how cold Julián was towards you. It almost seemed like he didn't want you to hug him, so you ended up just sitting next to him after his rejection. It was so different from his usual behaviour. Physical touch was your main love language, so his attitude hurt more than it would for other people.

"I'll go home now", you said when the movie was over.

"You're not staying?"

"What for, Julián? So you ignore me some more?".

"I wasn't ignoring you", he tried to defend himself, but it was a weak argument he didn't even believe.

"Whatever. Just let me know when my presence will actually be welcomed. I don't enjoy being with people who don't want me there".

You tried really hard not to sound hurt but it was almost impossible.

Julián just let you leave and then stared at the door, thinking about how to do this. His feelings were hurt too but he didn't know how to tell you about everything that was going through his mind without hurting you in the process. So he stayed quiet and kept those feelings to himself.

And we all know how well things end when one keeps their feelings to themselves.

Julián had been insecure about your relationship since the very beginning.

First because of how fast everything happened. He met you a couple of days after arriving in Manchester and even though you both talked about taking things slow, your feelings were too strong and you decided to act on them. Why wait?, you told him. And he agreed.

Making your relationship public didn't help much. You kept on getting abuse on social media and whenever he posted photos with you, he got mean comments as well. She wouldn't be with you if you weren't a footballer…what if that was true? Looking at photos of you together, or simply looking at you, made him feel maybe those comments had a point. He didn’t feel good enough for you. No matter how much you reassured him.

The biggest point of contention for his fans was your best friend, Pat. Because he happened to be a man and everyone liked to make a big deal out of it. As if men and women couldn't just be friends.

Julián understood that and was okay with it…at first. He wasn't necessarily jealous of your friend but was getting tired of people telling him you were cheating on him every time you posted a simple story with Pat. He knew it was stupid to be jealous, but his mind played tricks on him.

All of that together didn't help him but the thing that really made him change was finding out you had dated a footballer before. Why didn't you tell him?

He wouldn't have cared much about it. The guy was no longer in Manchester anyways. But the fact that you hid it made it look to him like you had a reason for it. And it bothered him. A lot.

But how could he tell you about it without you getting angry at him? And what if you wanted to finish your relationship after hearing all these reasons why he was annoyed? He didn't know what to do and it was driving him insane.

A couple of days later, Julián still hadn't contacted you. Was he really so immature? He didn't seem to be but just ghosting you like this wasn't something you were going to put up with.

"Hi", he said, surprised to see you at his front door again.

"We need to talk".

You saw his face falling at your words but he moved to let you in anyway.

"Why are you doing this? We were happy, weren't we? Why are you now ignoring me? Do you…do you want to break up with me?"

You didn't even want to say those words out loud because you meant what you said. You were happy. Both of you were. In fact, you had never been happier before.

"No, I don't", he said, struggling to continue. "I don't know how to say this".

"You're scaring me", he really, really was scaring you. How would you cope with him dumping you?

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Now he was making even less sense.

"What truth?"

"That this wasn't your first time dating a footballer. I would have preferred to learn it from you, you know?"

This can't be happening again.

"What are you insinuating, Julián?"

"I'm not insinuating anything", he rushed to say. This is what he feared would happen. "But you have to understand it's something I wanted to know. I don't mind it but …".

"You seem to be very bothered for someone who says you don't mind it. And you know what? Maybe you should ask me if things are true before believing everyone else".

"I saw the photos. I…".

"You have no idea what you saw. But still made up your mind about who I am before asking for an explanation. I thought you were better than that".

You couldn't take this any longer. It was too painful to now be treated this way by your own boyfriend.

"Please, don't leave!"

"Now you want me to stay? Well, I don't want to. I don’t need to be insulted further".

"But…", you could tell how bad he felt but it was all his doing. "I'm leaving in a couple of days. I can't leave for the World Cup with us being like this".

"You should have thought about that before you messed up".

And with that, you left him and didn't answer any calls or texts. Staying at your best friend's house, you could also run away from the inevitable times when Julián went to your place to ask you to forgive him. You couldn't even face him right now.

But the anger didn't last too long. Only a week later, you were already missing Julián. But he was now in Qatar. And even though you had been invited to go with him months ago, you knew that invitation was now gone.

Good. It'd prevent you from making a mistake.

But that didn't mean you stopped watching his matches. No, you watched all of them and still felt proud to see him doing so well. Despite how easy it was for him to change his opinion of you. To believe those who just wanted to break you two up. He made it so easy for them to hurt you.

There was a reason why you didn't tell him about Joel. And it was definitely not the one he assumed.

"And he's gone and won the World Cup", said your best friend Pat, who you have been forcing to watch all the matches.

"Yeah".

"Send him a message".

"I don't think that's a good idea", you said. And you had had time to think about it because you've almost sent him one after every match.

"Are you broken up then?"

"I don't really know".

Pat just shook his head at you. "Well, couples usually know whether they are together or not. Idiots struggle a bit more".

"Thanks".

Pat stopped you from leaving the room by hugging you.

"I tell you this because I care. Please talk to him and fix this. You are great together. Don't let a misunderstanding destroy that".

“You know why his actions hurt me so much”. Pat knew everything, of course.

“I do. But…I get his reaction too. And I know the moment you two talk, you’ll sort this out. Please. I want you to be happy again”.

Julián couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you had liked his photo celebrating winning the World Cup. And not only that, you had actually sent him a text congratulating him. What was he supposed to do now?

The whole month had been torture for him. Not knowing how to talk to you was killing him. But he didn't want to mess things up even more. You were supposed to be there with him and you weren't. And whose fault was it? Only his.

And if things got so bad so quickly while in the same place, how much easier would it be to have more misunderstandings being so far away from each other? Not being able to truly see each other's reactions.

The lack of photos with you hadn't gone unnoticed. Julián was often bored in the hotel and checked his comments on Instagram. And he also checked the ones you got. It was a habit he got when you first started to get abuse. He spent too much time reporting messages but couldn't help it. It seemed like the only way he could defend you, since you didn't let him post something so people stopped insulting you.

In those messages, there were plenty of comments about you. You weren't there because you had broken up. That's what everyone assumed. And because you kept posting videos with Pat, he also kept on getting comments about you cheating on him and how he should dump you. How you weren’t good enough for him.

Those comments always made him laugh seeing how he always felt as if he was the one not good enough for you.

He knew all that was said about you wasn't true. He still didn't understand why you had lied to him about dating another player but that was your past. He knew who you were right now. He knew you were loyal.

"Thank you ❤️", he quickly wrote and sent before he could regret it. I shouldn’t have added the heart emoji!, he thought.

He could see you saw the message right away. But you didn't answer. Great.

"Can we please talk when I'm back in Manchester?"

Two blue ticks. But no answer.

He was putting his phone away to get ready to go celebrate with the team when he heard it vibrate.

"Yes. Let's talk".

You felt like it had been ages since the last time you were at Julián’s house. And being back there made you feel insecure all of a sudden. He was going to break up with you, you were sure.

That’s why you hesitated to ring the doorbell, waiting a whole minute until you did it. And then you felt the need to run away but didn’t because your legs felt like jelly, so you doubted running was an option right now.

“Hi”.

When you saw Julián, you couldn’t help but start crying. You had missed him so much and have hurt so much after your fight.

“Don’t. Please, don’t cry”, he said, bringing you closer to him to hug you tightly. He had missed holding you so much.

When you finally stopped crying, he led you inside the house. Being able to hold his hand again after such a long time felt so good.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am”, he said.

“I’m sorry too. I don’t think I’ve handled things too well but…there is a reason why I didn’t tell you about Joel. It’s a painful memory”.

“He hurt you?”

“Not in the way you think”, you told him. Ready to tell your story.

You met Joel three years ago and became friends immediately. He was still at the United Academy and your family were all United fans so it seemed like fate.

For you, he was like Pat. A great friend but just that. There wasn’t a moment where you imagined a romantic relationship with him but he wasn’t on the same page. You didn’t expect that would happen, since he had a girlfriend. But he still started to flirt with you all the time and you tried to stop that without losing your friendship.

When his girlfriend found out, she was so angry at you. He told her it was you following him all the time and that he had done nothing wrong. But once she calmed down you showed her some of his messages and she dumped him.

But that didn’t work for Joel. He couldn’t lose so he posted photos of the two of you dancing and hugging and made it look like there was more happening, to try and convince his then ex to give him another chance by making you look like the liar. But she didn’t believe him.

“And those are the photos you saw. I never dated him. You are the only football player I’ve dated and, to be honest when I found out you were a player, I almost didn’t want to talk to you again”, you finished telling him.

He put his hand on his face and sighed. “I’m so stupid”.

“You should have asked me, Julián. It hurt so much to think Joel was still managing to hurt me nowadays. That he had so much power. And…that you doubted me".

“Please, forgive me”, he said, holding your hands and looking into your eyes. “I just let my insecurities take over. You have no idea how sorry I am”.

His insecurities?

“What do you mean? When are you insecure?”

“Always”, he laughed. “Whenever I am with you. I mean, look at you and then look at me. It doesn’t make sense”.

“You are stupid, yes. Because nothing has ever made more sense to me than you and I being together”.

“Really?”

“Really. Let me show you”.

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madlad-sadgal · 9 months

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Y'all know the drill at this point, and, as promised, this one's longer. Enjoy!

Nimona Spoilers!

If you go to the exact minute of 38:24, in the bottom right corner, you can see what I believe is, and correct me if I'm wrong, the polysexual flag.

The trans and rainbow pride flags in the background of the "sketchy part of town" scene.

It might just be me who hadn't noticed this, but the thing Bal uses to bandage Nimona's wound from the arrow is a piece of his cape that he ripped off and just, that's so freaking cute.

Nimona showing that she trusts Bal enough to tell him about her shapeshifting, contrary to the comic where, instead of just showing that it doesn't hurt/that she's used to the pain, she fakes that it hurts which, to me, shows that she still does not trusts Blackheart.

Nimona's "Look boss. You got betrayed by someone you trusted. It sucks. I get it." Hits a lot harder when you're re-watching the movie and you know about her backstory with Gloreth and how she was betrayed by her only friend.

Also, this is more related to the metro scene, but while they're talking after interrogating the squire, they pass by a sign that says "Verminator" with a dead rat face and a bunch of dead rats around it, so verminator is probably someone or something that kills vermin, such as rats/mice, and I felt like I saw that sign somewhere. Sure enough, if you look inside the metro when Nimona and Bal are entering it, you can see that same sign, and it's just funny when you think that at that moment, Nimona had shifted into a mouse.

Nimona and Am's "Arm-chopping is not a love language!" being funny little parallels.

Red, white and blue being colors we see a lot around them while Nimona and Ballister are arguing about if the government is something they should trust or not. Also, at the 43:50 mark, around the upper left corner, we see a red and white banner with two blue banners with white dots (stars?) on each side.

Also, at 43:38, when Bal turns to look at Gloreth's statue, we see the rainbow pride flag again with unicorns on each side at his upper right side, and that just made me giggle.

"You should be questioning everything right now. The will of Gloreth, the Institute, the wall. What's it all really for?" Nimona knows these things are built on lies and only exist to 'protect' everyone from her, but Bal doesn't and believes in these things because of the brainwashing. She is trying to subtly tell him "These things aren't to be trusted and you need to realize that." It is also something I address in this post. Also; "For protecting the realm." He's basically telling her, despite not knowing that's what he's kinda saying, that she is dangerous/a monster, and her answer of "Oh, you mean from villains like you? Or monsters, like me?" Hits SO MUCH HARDER when you realize that.

Am's eyes visibly stay stuck the sign of "A New Era of Heroes" with kid him and Bal when he and the Director fly in front of it.

Am's rant. It is relatable as fuck, the fact that you rant in your head but just say "I'm fine" to the people around you and keep everything bottled up (or maybe that's just me). Him being jealous of Bal's "new best friend". Him not asking for all the fame that comes from being a direct descendant of Gloreth and feeling pressured because of everyone's expectations. The "Arm-chopping is not a love langua-" is funny, but also sad when you realize the incredulous amount of guilt this poor man must have because of that moment that barely lasted a second. So that was my summarized rant about Am's internal rant.

Ambrosius feeling pressured by Gloreth's legacy and being her direct descendant (even though he doesn't voice it) and the Director literally saying "The blood of Gloreth runs through your veins." just seconds later pisses me off for some reason. Like, I know she can't just read his mind and know he feels pressured by that, but I also know she wouldn't care either way and would probably just tell him to "Stay strong" and I just-SKHFWJEFG

Nimona taking out a bunch of knights it no more than two seconds and in complete silence as well. Also, her mocking the director right after she says "Me!"

"Says the miscreant, whispering in his ear." The fuck are you doing then?

If Todd wasn't such an asshole, the movie would have ended so much fucking quicker. Like, I know I'm currently writing a story where he gets a redemption arc, but I still fucking hate him. Does that make sense? Giving a character you hate a redemption arc and making him nicer as well as giving him a love interest? I don't think it does, but oh well.

Also, if anyone would've taken a look at the "weapon" Todd shot, they would've seen it was a phone and would've maybe been like "Maybe he did have like a photo or video that proved his innocence? Just incase, we'll take both stories into consideration and question both sides, as we fucking should as the police/government."

This is pretty long I think, so I'm gonna stop there. Might make more if y'all like this.

#nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023 #nimona netflix #nimona spoilers #gloreth

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master-of-stupidity · 5 days

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Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Chubby (Modern) Arthur with Chubby reader Headcannons

This one was requested from @mrsarthurmorgan7! We love to see some Chubby Arthur and Chubby reader representation, and seeing some modern ones!!

There will be a little bit of that domestic life kinda stuff in here which was requested from another reader, but I will do a full post full of just domestic life with him I promise!

Let’s get into this >;)

Warnings: May be a little NSFW but for the main part should be fluff

Arthur being I mean cute arthur but chunky, Female reader mainly GN but there will probably be a few instances of female mentions

Arthur is a chunky man himself, and when you see him looking really uncomfortable, all by himself in the corner of a bar you think maybe he might be there on the same circumstances as you.

Your friend nearly commanded that you came with them, an attempt to try and get you to out of your comfort zone and maybe meet someone.

You were chunky, big, and you didn’t often think of yourself as very attractive.

You friend was trying to prove to you that, that wasn’t true, but no one had approached you for the entire hour you’d been here.

But, that man in the corner, he looked just as uncomfortable as you, but you couldn’t understand why.

He was handsome, I mean

Gorgeous, his face was like sculpted by the gods themselves.

A little bit of stubble littered his face, he had a few scars but I mean, all they did was give him more character, they made him more attractive.

His nose looked like it’d been broken a few times, but again, it only added to his looks, in now way did it make him ugly.

He was a large man too.

I mean

Massive.

Huge thighs, a wide torso, even from where you sat you could see the strength in his shoulders and arms. He was wearing long sleeves but he’d rolled up the sleeves, and every nervous movement of his arms flexed in his forearms.

You sit and debate with it for a while before you finally take a deep breath and start heading his way.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N.” You stick a hand out towards him and smile, doing your best not to be intimidating, or intimidated.

He blinks at you from the corner barstool he sits upon, and smiles back before taking your hand and offering you a strong shake

“Arthur Morgan.”

“You get dragged here too? You don’t exactly look like you’re enjoying yourself.” You chuckle.

“You could say that, my dumbass of a brother made me come with him.”

He gestures towards a leaner man with dark hair, and snorts.

“Can’t even drink, I gotta drive that idiot home.”

You laugh yourself and gesture towards the open seat next to him.

“You mind if I sit?”

You feel incredibly nervous as you wait for an answer, swallowing as you watch his face.

You’d never been so forward with a man, but for some reason, something about him made you feel terrified and incredibly at ease

“Sure, anythin’ for a pretty woman.”

You feel your face heat and quietly take the barstool next to him, your face breaking out into a smile.

“So, Miss L/N, tell me about yourself.”

For the rest of the night the two of you keep talking, ignoring everyone around you, and you end up staying with him until the bar closes at 3 am. You’d never felt so connected talking to a person as you had with him.

Your friend had graciously stayed with you, and waited patiently, just happy to see you actually talking to someone

Of course you an Arthur exchange numbers and he asks when the best time to call you would be

He heads home exhausted, but glad he went, and in modern times this man still keeps a journal, and of course before he completely passes out on his bed he writes all about you and how he thinks that theres something special about you he won’t be able to get out of his head.

It’s only a day or two later when he calls you.

You see his name pop up on your phone and your body just goes into a kind of shock. You would have never thought it possible for him to text you, let alone actually call you.

He was the most handsome man you think you’d ever met.

But

To him its the exact same way

Hes a fat old man, who really has nothing to offer to anyone besides his love of cars and such

So why would a beautiful amazing person such as yourself take any kind of liking to him?

So when he calls and asks you to go on a date with him and you almost instantly say yes he nearly drops his phone

He's estatic.

I mean

Jumping out of his seat

Calling John

Getting a haircut and oiling up his beard kinda excited

He shows up at your house with the biggest smile on his face and a literal boquet of flowers

Now the date hes asked you on is casual, so he's shown up wearing a nice shirt and jeans and for him even that's dressing up.

He just asks you where it is you'd most like to go, anywhere in town, and you tell him you've always enjoyed window shopping at places, and that even though you don't know much you like to look at cars!

He is the definition of heart eyes

He asks you if you'd like to see the shop he works at, nervously and he's scratching his neck with a sheepish little smile on his face and you say you'd love to see it!

He takes you there and he's blathering away the whole ride there, talking about his favorite cars and what's the most fun to work on

Of course he pays attention to you too, listening to the things you love most and what you enjoy, he can't help but smile at you the way you talk about some of those things

He tells you he loves the outfit you wore and you tell him its actually your least favorite but you were out of clothes

When you tell him you don't like it because it makes you feel as though you're too fat he simply furrows his brow and bites his tongue because if he didn't he'd probably be coming off a little too strong

That and he knows that feeling all to well himself, it wouldn't be very fair of him to chastise you for saying the same things he does to himself every day.

When you finally get to his shop he takes you around, proudly showing off the little place he and his brother started up, and he can't help but feel a little warm in the face when you shyly tell him it's impressive that he owns his own business.

He shows you a few of the old hot rods that some of the older customers bring in to them to do basic upkeep on, and he tells you theres a great car show just a town over and asks if you'd like to go.

You of course say yes and he offers you a smirk before pulling you along to hop in his car and head that way

The two of you enjoy the car show so much! You spend the entire day out, and it's late when you get back on the road to go home.

You're too nervous at first to do anything, but Arthur sneaks his hand into yours and interlocks his fingers.

From there you felt safe enough to lean your head on his shoulder and you fall asleep like that on the ride home.

He wakes you up when you get there and then he walks you to your door

He smiles and tells you he had such a fantastic time with you, and he'd love to do it again if you'd feel the same.

He then asks you if it would be okay to kiss you.

Which of course you say yes

And he kisses you oh so gently

I mean

He cups your face

Sweetly, gently, feather light touch, but just perfectly pressured.

And his kiss itself was just....

Beautiful.

Soft but chapped lips, it wasn't rushed

It wasn't too slow

It was perfect

And it made you realize you wanted to be with him more than you thought

When he breaks apart from you theres a look in his eyes that makes you feel a spark

Nervous and yet so at ease all at once

You wanted to be perfect for him, you wanted to be everything for him

Everything he wanted and more

But from that first kiss Arthur was pretty much convinced you already were

Its just you're own negative body image that holds you back.

After that first date you two start going out more, until he asks you to officially date him

Although he calls it courting

Hes old fashioned

Its one if his quirks and you love it.

Obviously you agree to dating him

One of your favorite dates with him was going to the movies

The first time he put a hand on your thigh was your fourth date, you went to the movies together and sat right next to each other, moving the arm rests up and preferring to lean on one another

His big palm just happened to land there, sneaking around your sensitive upper and inner thigh like it was nothing

Needless to say you did not pay any attention at all whatsoever to what happened in that movie.

His hand was MASSIVE and it's all you could think about.

You had big thighs, being chubby, of course you did, but his hands? They were big enough hold on to a pretty good amount of your thigh without problem

It just sent you into a frenzy

If his hands were this big and felt this nice just holding your thigh through your jeans....

Could you imagine what else was big? And how nice it would feel without jeans on?

When you keep squirming throughout the movie he tries to ask if you're okay and you tell him you are but he doesn't quite believe you.

When you exit the movie he is talking away explaining how he thought the movie was good but there were certain parts he really enjoyed.

You try your best to match his enthusiasim about certain parts but you really don't remember them happening.

Like, he mentions an awesome car chase that happened but in all honesty you don't even rememeber the main character getting in a car

When the two of you get to his truck he asks again if you're okay and you again tell him yes, you just explain that you think he's really handsome, and that it was difficult to focus on anything but him

It was a half truth

Of course he blushes and you do too, you aren't sure where this brazen sort of boldness comes from, he's so handsome you're sure you'll stumble over your words when you speak but it always comes out smoother than you expect it to.

On the ride home he does it again, puts his hand on your thigh and steers with the other, like its second nature to him, and you can't help but squirm under his touch

After he drops you off

(And you assure him once more that you're okay and can't wait to see him next Friday)

He leaves with a smile on his face and it's not until he's halfway to his house that he realizes why it is that you were squirming around in his truck seat and in the dark of the theater.

It makes his face run red and he is incredibly thankful you aren't in the truck cab with him

When the two of you go out again he tells you to dress fancy and you panic

You're bigger, you absolutely HATE how your body looks even when the outfit is nice.

Granted when he said fancy he meant semi fancy, he wasn't tsking you to some massive important resteraunt, but it was still a nice place.

So when he shows up, wearing a nice white button down and black tie, you panic some more.

You aren't even dressed when you open the door and he furrows his brow at you.

"Hey Darlin' I told ya I'd be here at 6, am I early?"

"No, no...I just...I don't have anything fancy to wear."

"Well sure ya do! I've seen ya wear a buncha nice things-"

"I don't look nice in them though-"

"Don't you even start. Don't you dare say that."

He talks you through it, listens to you, and even though you've only been dating for a little while he's got all the rjght words to calm you down without even trying

Telling you just how beauitful you are and that he loves how big you are.

Which when you tell him how much you like his stomach and how big he is he brushes you off, but you insist until he believes you

He finally gets you to get a dress on and he does nothing but compliment you the rest of the night.

The resteraunt he took you to was wonderful again, fancy but not too fancy

You did end up drinking a lot of wine, due to your nerves, and Arthur being the guy he is refused to let you be at your place alone

So he got you home after and made sure to get you in comfy clothes (he didn't look I swear!)

And then made sure you were comfortably in bed, and placed himself on the couch

He woke up in the morning and you'd crawled your way onto his chest during the night. From your room upstairs into the living room

He literally panicked cause he was like "she was drunk last night this isnt allowed she can't do this she probably doesnt wanna cuddle with me I'm fat and ugly"

But then the other part of his head was like

"O h this is nice, I havent cuddled with someone in a long time"

That part ended up making him cave and rather than waking you he decided to go back to sleep and wrapped a strong arm around you, offering a quiet and groggy hum when you in your sleep wrapped your arms around his neck.

It may not have been a very long time before the two of you stayed the night together, but it felt right when it happened.

As the two of you grow closer you do more things together, obviously. About 5 months into the relationship he takes you swimming with his family

You've met everyone once or twice and they all love you

I mean

They met you and decided you were perfect

Hosea is just happy Arthur is happy. He hasn't seen his son smile in so long that he practically sobs when he meets you

Anyway

You go swimming with his family and god

This man was testing you

You were sure of it

He acts like its nothing

To just whip his shirt off and hop in the in ground pool in the back of Hosea and Dutch's yard.

He's BUILT

BULKY

I mean

Wide shoulders, strong muscular arms but a muscular, fatty chest and stomach.

His stomach hangs over his swim trunks a little but in the best possible way

He's got some thick chest hair dusted on his chest but it's not too much, literally just the perfect amount so good like 👌👌👌

And mind you

Seeing him hop into the pool is the first time you've seen him shirtless in this relationship

You've seen him in tanktops sure, but never completely shirtless

So when he hops in the pool in swim trunks and no shirt you have to force yourself not to look at him

You feel self concious as it is because he convinced you that you looked absolutely delicious in a two peice bikini rather than a one piece, even though all you could focus on was how your fat rolls looked and how your stomach wasnt in any way close to being slim or flat

So you were wearing a simsuit you felt a little more exposed in

Well

Little did you know Arthur was in the pool in hopes that maybe the cold water would get rid of his boner lmao

That you had given him because you were wearing that bikini he'd asked you to

When you finally join him he tries to keep you from getting to close but eventually he says fuck it and splashes you happily to get you to chase him.

You end up being squeezed in his arms and eventually under the water his hands glide over your thighs and that little smirk you'vd come to love so much over the past few months shows up on his face.

You were just happy that the others in the pool weren't paying too much attention.

Though John and Abigial definently noticed and made fun of the two of you when you got out.

Arthur's size by the way

Is just

BARK

I mean

He's bigger than you, mainly height but he's still chunky too, and it makes you feel so happy, and so protected

And there was somdthing about how dominating his presence could be that just

O h

It riled you up

You were far to afraid to make the first move though

I mean

Think about it

Thats a massive man.

I'd be a little afraid myself.

So of course you would be

But

As most intimate times go

It happened kinda naturally

Arthur has been practically living at your place since like the 4th month of dating, because your house is bigger than his

So you're in the kitchen, cooking dinner when he comes home and he makes his way into the kitchen

He's covered in grease, and he's hyped up

He had a great day at work with the guys and he got to come home to you, a beautiful woman, his woman.

He came up behind you and placed his arms around your waist and kissed your neck

All you can smell is him, the grease mixed with his natural smell and what was left of the whiskey cologne he wore.

He was just ON YOU

Muttering nicknames in your ear, gliding his hands over you, I mean, what else was supposed to happen, not sex?

This man literally leans around you, turns the stove off and straight up CARRIES you upstairs

Throw you over his shoulder squeeze your ass on the way up kinda carry

Like bro tried to tell you that you weren’t fat and that he liked how you looked

if that didn’t prove how much he loved all your chubbiness he really didn’t know what would

I mean

he carried you like you weighed NOTHING

It was very attractive

oh my god

please

Arthur

all you have to do is throw us around

we will obey your every word

He pretty much throws you on your bed and crawls over you, before he’s kissing all over you, your neck downwards.

Now of course, Arthur being Arthur, he’s gonna ask you if this is what you want

He’d never do anything you didn’t want to do.

Yeah, you’d been together for about half a year now, but he wasn’t gonna do anything you didn’t like or want.

So when you tell him yes and it’s all green lights you better be ready because he goes all out, especially since it’s your first time with him.

He wants to see every inch of you, and obviously you wanna see every inch of him too, and once he gets you undressed you kinda have to coax him into getting undressed himself

He’s a little

well like you he’s a little shy about the way he looks, how big his stomach is, but you absolutely ADORE how large he is, it is just so attractive to you to see how big he was as a man

it’s impressive and you tell him that.

It does give him a little bit of a confidence boost, and from there he's a bit more willing to undress himself, though he claims theres no way he could ever look as good as you

When you run your hands over his stomach and chest he rethinks that statement just for a moment

You truely make him feel spectacular

He feels his absolute most handsomest around you and in the bedroom is no different.

He knows what he's doing in there, trust me

He lowers that voice of his and it makes your entire body feel like its on fire.

His hands? He knows how they need to work, where they need to go and when

He's like a master

You need to guide him a little bit but he's a fantastic learner

He listens to your every word because he wants you to feel good because he gets off on you feeling good

Literally the hottest thing to him is you calling his name and telling him that hes in the right spot doing what he needs too

Telling him "right there" is exactly what he wants to hear

If you are having a good time he is.

By the way during foreplay, if you mess with his thighs, glide hands over them, ride them, do anything with his absolute monster thighs you will get him harder than a rock

When it comes time to actually having sex, not just foreplay, he is gentle at first, making sure you, ya know, don't rip in half.

He loves having scratches on his back, so when things do pick up, make sure your hands are there, dig your fingers into his shoulders he can handle it, have you seen those muscles?

He does this thing where he practically folds you in half, it's his favorite position. You facing him, but your ass like right up next to him, your ankles on his shoulders

He keeps his hands on your thighs the whole time, squeezing until there's bruises.

(In his defense he doesn't mean to he literally can't control his strength when it comes to fucking you. When he gets into it he just I mean all he can just think about is the faces your making and the sounds and how good you feel, he literally cannot think about how hard he's squeezing you)

It's the same for how hard he thrusts, you might have to like attempt to calm him down if you can't handle it but lets be honest the two of you are both chubby

You can handle the unbrideled strength.

Obviously after everything is all said and done he makes sure you had a good time

(If he finishes before you he'll finish you off do not panic he LOVES it. Granted, embaressed he didn't last but he does love making you finish even if its not with his dick)

He cleans you and he even gets in the shower with you, if its big enough that is

The next morning the two of you are closer than EVER

He asks you to shave his face for him

So he'll sit you on the counter

(You'll protest and say you're to big and he'll tell you to shut up or he'll shut you up)

And then he'll stand between your legs and let you shave his face.

You're literally so gentle he nearly falls asleep standing there

He loves the feeling of your hands on his face

You're leaving him stubble of course, you love it, but like still

You're SO gentle

Him on the other hand will just go as quick as he can without cutting himself and his hands have calluses so like its a MAJOR difference when you do it

He plays with your thighs the whole time too :)

And your tummy, he just squeezes it gently, a guesture of affection, and how much he loves it

Needless to say the two of you are literally soulmates and you are convinced that you're gonna marry him

Jokes on you Arthur is already looking at rings, he knew he wanted to marry you 15 min into talking to you.

Please, enjoy these crumbs while I do my best to catch up on requests lmaoooo

I promise I am working on things!! School is kicking my butt and my roommates and I are now attempting to get housing as well, because we pretty much got kicked out of our dorms lmao

Its okay, cowboy man is here to save us

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 community #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan drabble #arthur morgan fanfiction

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somethingclevermahogony · 14 days

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OC Questionaire

I'm gonna respond to a couple people on this post so this is gonna be a bit of a big one! First, @mk-writes-stuff

What would you go back and do differently if you could redo one event in your life?

Narul: "I wouldn't have stopped to pick those flowers, I would have gotten back to the others before..."

Ninma: "I would have told Jani to stay, I would have told him that we didn't need the wine."

Otilia: "I would have left Korithia ages ago, I wouldn't have lived with that horrible man, I would run away."

Akard: "I would've stopped the Makurians. I would've kept them away from the children."

What’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever worn?

Narul: "Um, this I suppose." He gestures to the great shaggy sheepskin drapped on his shoulders, stained and matted from years of use.

Ninma: "My mother gave me a green shawl, it was the color of throw up, the weaver who made that should be thrown into the river."

Otilia: "Ugh that white...sheet, that Wadikir made us wear."

Akard: "Ugly? Hmm, when I was a boy I was told to wear a Kishite style robe, so that the Apunians would not forget my heritage. But the palace seamstresses did not know how to make it properly, so it was baggy and one sleeve was longer than the other."

How do you feel about children?

Narul: He glances at Ninma and chuckles, "Their a bit loud sometimes, maybe a little more energetic then I would like, but...I don't mind them I suppose."

Ninma: The five year old crosses her arms and sniffs regally, "They're stupid and immature, and they don't know anything about good food or poetry."

Otilia: "They're alright. I will say that I'm not terribly saddened by the fact that the gods have decided that I can't have any of my own."

Akard: At the mention of the world children he grimaces and turns away, "They are precious. The person who would do them harm...is owed no forgiveness."

And next up is @illarian-rambling

What's your favorite legend and why?

Narul: "Oh! I like the legend of the giant, Huma. I don't hear it all that often, most people don't like it because there isn't any fighting or monsters in it. Huma was a giant, like me, he was big and strong but he never used that to hurt people. There are so many stories about him. Once to protect the people of Shipra from bandits he built an entire wall for the city by himself in one night. When the fields of Shepra were dry he dug an entire river to irrigate their crops. Once when a merchant ship was stuck in a storm off the coast of Kotsa he used a sling and a rope of leather to catch the storm spirit and held it until it agreed to let the merchants get back to their homes. I know that most of the stories aren't true, but I like imagining someone that looks like me that doesn't hurt people and that people aren't afraid of."

Ninma: "Seha and the Golden Trout! Seha was so cool, and she fights monsters and forestfolks, she talked to the ancient Kiriki. She's just so cool, I think she's even cooler than Tamel was, it's easy to do impressive things when you're a demigod, Seha was just a princess from Makur."

Bazus: " The story of Tamel and the demon. When Tamel and his followers landed on the shores of Kishetal, they were attacked by a great demon, before they could escape he broke their ships and consumed three dozen people. Tamel fought the beast with his bow, and the arrows just bounced off, he fought it with his fists but he could not break the fiend's bones, and so finally he took up the hammer he had been given as a gift, a hammer of Arkodian Bronze, and that is what he used to slay the demon. And that's where they made the city of Udur, the first Kishite city. That hammer was the symbol of Royal power in Kishetal, until it went missing with Tamel's son. I wonder where it went.

Zenit: "Hmm...there's a story in Shabala, don't laugh, it's about a crow spirit that falls in love with a dove spirit. And their children became the spirits of the wind, the warm southern winds are from their mother, the cold northern winds are from their mother. It's not exciting or anything, no monsters, I just think its nice."

How do you celebrate your birthday?

Narul: "Um...I don't really know when my birthday is. I don't know if I've really ever celebrated it. Getting older...and bigger wasn't really something that I wanted to celebrate when I was younger."

Ninma: "Oh! For my fifth birthday my father would threw a big feast with fish and peaches and roast lamb, and we had a singer and dancers, and he gave me a new dress and new perfume, and all sorts of new things. And there was forestfolk with feathers like a peacock, I felt bad that he was in that cage but he was so pretty!"

Bazus: "My father throws a feast and invites all of the various nobles of Labisa. And we go on a hunt, usually for boar, auroch, or something like that. We did hunt for lions on my fifteenth birthday, no luck."

Zenit: "I don't really remember. Hutbari doesn't celebrate his slave's birthdays. "

What's something you'd regret if you died without doing?

Narul: He blushes and coughs, "Um..."

Ninma: " Hmmm...I want to be famous for a song or something like that! I want people to know who I am!"

Bazus: "Seeing my children grow up to be greater than me."

Zenit: " Putting my feet in the sea again..."

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Your questions are:

What is your favorite beverage for a warm summer afternoon?

What is something that keeps you up at night?

If you could switch lives with any one you know who would it be and why?

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Spider-Man | Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

Prompt: This is when Peter Parker gets his powers in the movie, except you're right there with him as his best friend.

Genre: Fluff with underlying angst

Warnings: Swearing, canon fighting, mentions of injuries (Reader gets hit in the face with a skateboard, and whacked in the stomach with a pole), Peter's low key kind of mean to the reader (but cares), arguments, Peter likes Gwen, implied chubby!reader, it is the subway, and aftermath scene from the movie. Definitely a few typos

Word Count: 3445

A/N: I actually wrote a whole bestfriend!reader x Peter Parker series and never posted it, so let me know if you want part two.

| Part One | Part Two |

It all happened when Peter Parker said he was going to try to find some Dr. Conners that knew his dad back in the day, plain and simple. And me being the bestest friend I am, I waited at a coffee shop—did all my homework, not to brag… it’s a process!—so that he didn’t have to go home—which happens to be next to mine—on the subway alone. Plain. And. Simple.

“There you are!” I exclaimed, happily. “You know when someone says they’re five minutes away, I’d like to believe they are indeed… five minutes away.” I stood up, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat, the chill air having not gone away in the city of New York for a while.

Peter gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry! I just… have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired,” he explained, sounding distant.

I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He definitely seems off. “Ah, it’s okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you.” I widely smiled, slapping him on the arm which causes him to jolt. “So, how was it?” Did you find Dr. Conners?”

He nodded, “I did.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “And?”

“And–what? We didn’t talk, I couldn’t get him alone.”

I frowned. “Next time then…” I assured. “Anything else that happened that I should know about?”

He shook his head. “Nothing of importance.” His lips twitched up for a second afterwards. “But… Gwen Stacy was there.”

My heart hammered, “That girl you’re madly in love with?”

He laughed my statement off, awkwardly. “I’m not in love with her,” he protested weakly. “Just interested is all.”

I let out an absentminded hum.

At that moment the train came hustling in with an abrupt stop.

Saved by the subway.

“Shall we?” I tilted my head towards it.

“We shall,” he replied.

If I knew that Peter would’ve fallen asleep on the train, I also wouldn’t have drifted off… but I did… honestly… kind of worth it.

His feet were elevated, resting against the wall beside my head in his lying down position. I, on the other hand, was sitting upright, my neck craned back in a very uncomfortable manner. I was surprised we both dozed with the group of drunks beside us causing a ruckus. The group, stupidly, danced and laughed, the smell of cigarettes and beer burned my nostrils.

Suddenly I was woken up when Peter made a harsh movement up.

What I didn’t expect to see was him attached to the roof of the transport. “P–Peter?” I rubbed my eyes in the slight chance I was dreaming.

Everyone stared at him in a tense silence, including me.

Peter looked at his hands which stuck onto the metal, hesitantly letting go, sending him down to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned, kneeling down beside him to help him up.

“Yeah,” he answered, unsure. “You did see that right?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but get cut off by one of the girls present, “Disgusting, now I smell my beer.”

I had to resist the strong urge to roll my eyes. Because that’s what’s important.

Peter, being Peter, looked at her in alarm, and guilt. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice dragged when he tried to pull his hand away.

“Peter?” I eyed him, weirded out at the turn of events that took place

“I didn’t–I didn’t,” he stuttered, still struggling his hand away.

An older man walked up to Peter, a tough persona displayed. “Get your hand off her!” he commanded.

Peter looked at the man, fearfully.

“I’m trying to get my—”

“Can’t you see he’s trying!” I shouted.

The guy, now angry, pushed Peter away from the girl, his hand took her shirt along with him. A couple of the surrounding guys laughed, staring.

“Well, that’s one way of getting your hand off of her,” I joked, but Peter didn’t react.

The man that pushed Peter gets more riled up from this action, “Are you kidding?”

Peter held onto one of the hand bars that he was previously rammed into, looking away from the girl, respectfully. “I’m sorry.” He raised a hand back, her shirt still latched onto the palm of his hand.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” the man shouted.

“Hey! It’s not his fault,” I argued in his defense. “Can’t you see he was trying to? Technically you were the one that pushed him, which led to the accidental taking off of this… lady’s shirt, so–technically–it’s your fault.”

I noticed in the corner of my eye Peter trying to pull his hand away from the hand bar just as I heard, “Hey, get him, Rudy, I got the girl.”

“What?!” I raised my hands up in defense. “Isn’t this whole thing about sticking up for women?”

“Hey!” Ignoring my words the man threw a punch towards Peter who raised a swift leg, kicking the man past me and onto another bench. The man groaned in pain.

“Woah,” I let out, breathless as the man fell to the ground.

“Man, I’m sorry! Oh, man, are you all right?” Peter rambled, turning to look at him.

As if he knew, Peter pushes up kicking another guy that had just about lunged at him, the momentum of it ended with him on his back.

“Take him down! Come on,” a woman shouted.

“Woah hold on–ah!”

I was about to step in when another guy charged towards Peter who kicked up at the guy, doing a kip up, effortlessly landing on his feet. All with still holding onto the hand rail. “Get him, man! Get him!”

There was only one guy left standing, his head whipping to the skateboard on the ground, Peter ever-so-slightly shook his head, eyeing it upsettingly. “No, man, no. Not my board,” he pleaded.

I was just about to grab it when the guy got it first in a flash, winding it back.

“Please, dude, don’t—” Peter didn’t finish his sentence as it was about to hit him, but the impact never came. “Y/n—You!”

Of course, during this part all I saw was pitch black darkness, Peter–thankfully–filled me in on what happened after I was ejected from existence… I can still feel the pain.

The guy with the skateboard still in hand, attempted to swing at Peter for a second time, but Peter manages to kick up once again, and swung around to straddle his own arms in a bent position. Much to Peter’s dismay, the pole broke from the ground, nearly hitting me…

Oh wait—

First he hit the guy who started it all right where the sun didn't shine. “Sorry. Sorry.” Then another guy in the jaw. “Oh.” He turns to look at all the guys lifeless on the ground. “I am so sorry.” And then—

“I’m alive–UGH!” I crouched down, holding my stomach.

Peter finally gained the ability to drop the pole, staring down at his hand in shock.

Coney Island, next stop, the conductor’s voice resonated through the poorly made speakers, repeating it.

“A little help down here,” I squeaked.

Peter snapped his attention to me who was… in a lot of pain. “Oh my—” he cut himself off, rushing to me. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you okay? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, you were hit with a skateboard. Can you remember things? What’s your name? What is my name?” He took my face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. “Why the Hell did you do that? You definitely have a concussion.”

“Peter! Everyone is staring.” I covered his hands which have yet to pull away from my cheeks that felt as though they were on fire.

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, shutting it. “Do you think your aunt would be okay if you spent the night?”

“As long as we use protection,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh–I didn’t mean–it’s just my aunt always says to… nevermind.”

It was a long ride to the Parker residence from there.

Peter practically sprinted off of the train when we arrived. “Peter!” I screamed due to the amount of distance he put between us.

“Oh, right!” He ran back, not wasting anymore time. “Hop on my back!”

I blinked a few times, “Wh-What?”

“Hop on… my back.” He set his backpack on the ground. “I literally just ripped a metal pole out of the ground, I can carry you.”

I hesitated. “You’ve never been able to carry me before,” I pointed out, sadly. “Not to mention I have a backpack that weighs at least 50 pounds.

“Don’t say it like that, please, you’re probably lighter than air, it’s my fault I’m so weak,” he begs. “Let’s just try.”

“I hate trying.”

“I know you do,” he dismissed, turning around, and kneeling.

“If this goes poorly…” I dragged.

Peter didn't respond, as I cautiously wrapped my legs to straddle his back.

“Okay I–woah!” I gasped when he stood upright. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re holding me up, that’s…”

“Just hold on tight.”

I do as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and intertwining my legs around his torso. “Why? You aren’t going to—No!” I shrieked when he starts to sprint again. “Peter!” I tighten edmy grip around him, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. “How are you doing this right now?” I asked, hinting at the fact he’s running with me on his back, with my backpack on, while carrying his backpack, and skateboard, which apparently broke at the second hit at him. It broke off of him.

Can’t deny all of it was attractive, well… what I saw before I was knocked out.

“How did I do any of that stuff?”

I opened my mouth to reply with something clever, but nothing formed.

“See?” he laughed.

I noticed that his face was starting to break out into a cold sweat. “Peter? You’re sweating. I knew this would be too much for you—”

“No! I think it’s the shock, the reaction. You know…” He began to slow down. “I am not beginning to feel too well,” he admitted, starting to stumble a little.

“Okay, you need to let me go. “

“It’s not you, I swear!”

“I’m not saying it is, we’re almost at your house Peter, we can walk from here.”

Giving in, he let me go. And looking at him… he didn’t look too good. Well, he always looks good, but I mean like… he looks ill. “It wasn’t you…” he reassured, shaking his head, spastically.

“Let’s just… get you home, okay?”

I go to grab his hand, but he jerked away. What is happening right now?

We arrived at his house. I opened the door, and ushered Peter inside whilst closing the door behind us. “Uh, hey,” Peter greeted. “Hey, hey.” He walked off without me.

I scrambled to keep up with his long strides as he met up with Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

“Sorry. I’m late–and–uh Y/n's here too.” He gestured toward me as I peak my head around the corner. “We got—”

“We’ve been so worried.” Aunt May stood to block him with a stern expression. “Your aunt too, Y/n!” She pointed to me who sported a sheepish smile.

My eyes looked down at my phone which I had yet to pull out tonight, cringing at the number of voicemails and messages. I sent her a quick one back that I was safe and would be staying the night at Peter’s. “Use protection,” I read my Aunt Yelena’s text in a hushed tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. Watch out!”

I looked up in alarm to see Peter catch something about the size of a fingernail, if not smaller. My feet got the better of me as I made my way towards Peter’s raised hand that rested in front of May’s face to get a better look. My body pushed up just beside Peter’s… I don’t think he noticed.

The fly buzzed as a beat of silence went by, Peter not being able to look at anything besides the insect just in between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger.

“That’s a fly, Peter,” Aunt May commented, her hands pressed against her chest, scared.

Peter, for sure out of it, let go, waving his hand in the air. “Yeah,” he responded, carelessly.

It flew around his head, his eyes following it carefully. “Nice catch,” I whispered. He jumped, dramatically, looking at me as if I was a ghost before looking back at Aunt May.

He wiped his bottom lip, preparing as if to say something, “I’m so sorry I kept you guys up,” he paused. “I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry.” He goes to push past Aunt May, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and handing her half his broken board in the process.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben looked at me for answers, but I could only supply them a weak chuckle. Ben stood up to position himself next to May in the doorway of the kitchen, fitting myself right in between them.

The three of us watched as Peter dug out a yellow plate of what looked to be May’s meatloaf, unwrapping it, then proceeding to eat as if he hasn’t eaten anything in days, letting out breaths of relief. Was I somehow finding this attractive? Yes. “Drinking?” May questioned, eyes glancing at me as a quick analysis to see if I was in the same shape.

Ben, grasped the concept, and looked at me as well. I gave him a helpless shrug.

“What’s this?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Ben answered to May.

“This is your meat loaf,” Peter concluded chuckling, continuing to lean against the opened fridge door. “This beats all other meat loafs.”

Ben and I gave each other pointed looks of acknowledgement of his words.

“Something is very wrong,” May observed

“Yeah,” Ben started.

“Nobody likes your meat loaf,” Ben and I finished at the same time.

May looked at us both in slight irritation, her previous concerned expression dropping.

I don’t even know how it happened but the next time I saw Peter he was carrying at least seven courses, including ice cream and–is that frozen mac n’ cheese?

Peter slid past the three of us, nearly dropping one of the containers which May immediately reached out to catch, but the crook of Peter’s elbow did the job for her. “I got it,” he affirmed.

“He took the frozen macaroni and cheese,” May voiced.

“I noticed that,” Ben responded.

Ben and May looked at me with another interrogative gaze.

I sucked on my teeth for a moment, “I really can’t answer that for you.”

May looked at Ben and I with a more threatening appearance. “Why didn’t you guys tell me you didn’t like my meat loaf? Especially you Ben!”

“Um…” He gaped at her.

“You could have said that to me 37 years ago—”

“Y/n!” Peter called out from his room.

“You’re on your own Uncle Ben.” I saluted him, making a haste exit away from the conversation.

When I got to Peter’s room I didn’t find him. “Peter?”

“In here,” a muffled voice says.

I went to the bathroom, opening and closing the door to see him splashing water on his face. “Peter, what the hell was that all about?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

He stared at his reflection, his hand reaching up at the collar of his shirt, connecting his fingers to something.

“What’s that?” I took a step toward him to inspect. “It looks like—like a string.”

He pulled at it, my eyes meeting what looked to be, “a bite.”

He pulled on the string, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. He goes to look at it, a mixture of emotions flashing across his eyes as it now appear to resemble more of a web than a string. His eyebrows twitched up, as his eyes followed the trail that lead from his right hand to his left. He shuddered a couple of times. I didn’t dare to speak a word, rather just watched, but when I saw the dead spider at the end I nearly screamed.

He looked away from it, blinking twice until they fully close.

“Peter,” I breathed. “You need to go to a hospital, that spider could’ve been deadly.”

He shook his head now looking at me. I traced out his eyes that were bloodshot, a dark shadow casting underneath them. “No, we do not speak of this. I just–I just need some rest. You–you should go home.”

I look at him taken aback. “Yeah. Right. Like I would ever leave you alone knowing this. What if you have a seizure or something? What if your skin starts burning holes? What if—”

“I get it!” he snapped. “Fine. You can stay.”

I gave him a proud smile. “Cool, see you in your room.” I smoothly winked at him, skipping off to allow him a second to himself. What a twist of events.

Beep—

I jumped up when Peter abruptly slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, the whole thing blowing up into bits. “Holy—my God, Peter, you—” My eyes set on the broken pieces of the poor alarm clock that got a taste of his newfound strength, coughing a little from the smoke

His head burrowed into the pillow he had laying on the ground.

Despite having slept in the same bed multiple times, with said new strength Peter argued against it this time, claiming he'd accidentally hurt me in his sleep. With that said, he refused to have me sleep on the floor with my obvious concussion. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

Groggily he got up, storming out, and to the bathroom.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him let out a small cry. “Peter?” I opened the door to see water shooting out from the faucet. “What did you do?” I closed the door in case either May or Ben decided to walk by.

“Do you really need me to answer that?!” he replied, angry. He reached for the towel beside the sink, when the holder for it ripped off the wall.

“Peter, just calm down!” I attempted to ease, as he frantically spun around.

He tried to cover the broken faucet with the piece that he ripped off, eventually throwing the towel over it. His hand went toward the doorknob to the cabinet only to have that also be broken off. In defeat he looked at me.

“How about you try to open this door—” I knock edon the wood behind me, “—as carefully as possible?”

He hesitated, but when I moved out of the way for him to obey, he walked up, only the tips of his fingers holding the doorknob, delicately turning it. Not without another look at me he left, slamming the door. “Thanks Peter,” I huffed, walking out of the bathroom.

When I went into Peter’s room I found him sitting on his bed, toothbrush in one hand, and the doorknob in the other.

“Peter…?” I took soft steps toward him.

He jolted up, turning his head to the side, frantically. He stared at something in horror. He jolted again, moving his whole body to turn toward his window, the blinds were down, the room dim. He held his toothbrush out in front of him as some form of defense. Realizing what he’s doing, he stood up. “I have to get to the bottom of this,” he told me.

“You can say that again,” I laughed, going to his computer.

His foot connected to a piece of paper which he struggled to get off. “You–you don’t have to—” he stammered when I offered to get it for him. “Thanks,” he muttered, sitting on his desk chair.

His typing was faster than lightning, looking up every possible thing about spiders and their bites. Nothing matching his problem. He lightly touches the bite on the back of his neck, a sudden impulse going through him as he typed, ‘Richard parker spider’, but it seemed to fade into random letters.

Peter and I both looked down at his hands which he lifts. Some of the keys, including the spacebar, stuck to his fingers. “Sticky like a spider,” I thought out loud. “You’re like a spider, but a man,” I paused, my tongue darting out to swipe over my lips in concentration. “A Spider-Man.”

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