#my poor little boy who has never had anyone genuinely care about him before...

[theokusgallery]

The problem with my art right now is that 1) the little drawing time I have goes to @daily-basil ; 2) I have phases, and am currently deeply unmotivated ; and 3) when I do draw what this blog is currently about (Arsenic) I draw him in a gay way (because I love him deeply) and not like the unhinged person he actually is. I'm sorry I'm so soft about him right now. Yes I want Sunny and him to tear each other apart but they also need to love each other so so so much first

#siiiiiiigh... #im sorry i need him to hold sunny gently and tells him he loves him and yes he'll say it in horrible unhinged ways BUT #poor man who does not know how to love and does not know he can be loved. he is convinced he needs to manipulate people to make them stay #writing down arsenic lore for tosteur like two days ago made me so emotional about him. shaking and crying #there's not even like An Event it's just that his whole childhood sucks and he's never been accepted by anyone and he's so lonely and #(starts crying) #he does horrible horrible things but all he does to sunny truly comes from love. deeply inhumane and twisted love but love nonetheless #(except when he's being a selfish ass who doesn't have any sort of morals and generally doesn't give a shit about other people. of course) #god he's such a horrible person (/simplification) i love him #he does not care about hurting other people and only cares about his own selfish desires #he thinks he can do anything he wants and if other people get hurt by his actions it's not his problem #don't you DARE touch a single hair on sunny's head. not in a 'i care about my bf' way btw. #but because if sunny gets hurt. he has to deal with that and 1) it's boring unless it brings him something and 2) that's *his* plaything. #even when he does nice things for sunny he doesn't make it just to make sunny happy #he does it so that sunny will associate happiness with him and stay. #that's what he thinks consciously at least. he always had ulterior motives for everything he does #it doesn't really make him calculating because it's automatic at this point. it just makes him deeply selfish #my poor little boy who has never had anyone genuinely care about him before... #which doesn't excuse shit of course but hhhh i love him so much. #(D if you see this. this is about the OC not the guy. of course) #arsenic #rant #sometimes i think about nick like a normal person ('he's so awful and interesting') and sometimes i just slhrflfbfb. (cries)

[frogchiro]

🐙 here!

👀 me making my own plot in my head for a/b/o cod.

imagine being the only omega on the team, except no one knows. and honestly? it wasn’t that hard to hide it in the first place.

always wear scent blockers. mild pills help, but having a lotion to rub on scent glands? makes you practically scentless.

act competitive when necessary, and back down when you know your losses are going to be big.

be caring. make Simon tea in the morning and a small breakfast for those who don’t consume just caffeine in the morning. soap likes to deny his liking for sweets, but make him waffles or cinnamon rolls and he’s on his knees immediately.

smile and be sweet. have happy little conversations with gaz about his latest interests. about the latest conspiracy about the Illuminati or his favorite game he played as a kid.

but not docile. docile is earned through respect. alphas have to earn the right to see you so submissive and pliant.

give Simon small smiles and chuff and play wrestle with soap and Gaz. late nights with price and paperwork. cooking warm meals after long missions.

the only reason anyone began to suspect something wrong was when you got sick.

headcanon that any omega and alpha will begin to give off pheromones when they get sick. it’s a little call out to the pack that you’re sick and you need to be babied and taken care of.

not even the suppressants and the salve can mask the smell of sick omega. It starts with a small twinge. a faintly sour scent that makes soaps nose twitch.

they can barely smell it. but they can see something is wrong from the way you look. bags under your eyes, a slightly ghastly appearance.

the way you move is a big give away. slow and sluggish.

finally it gets to a point where everyone can smell there’s a sick omega somewhere… but where?

in which case price has to wake you up because you were late to training. he was annoyed. a little peeved that you had the audacity to kiss when he had warned you last time not to be late.

last time you were late because you overslept. so this time the captain was going to give you something to startle your day into.

A soured scent fills his nose. telling him that there’s a sick omega and…

sick mate sick mate sick mate protect protect protect

provide provide provide pro-

gosh. price can’t get the sight out of his head. of you tucked so cutely into a small nest of military grade blankets and two pillows. your body radiating heat as you’d nuzzle closer into the pillow you’re holding against your face.

his inner alpha chuffs at such a sweet and docile omega.

maybe having a sick day would be alright… especially with your pack to take care of you.

hello octopus! welcome back! and aww, the boys taking care of their poor sick omega :(( they'd be quite distressed I imagine!

They are the alphas, the providers and protectors and yet it completely slipped under their nose that not only you're sick but also a whole omega too?? Unbelievable >:(

The second they realize your secondary gender and that you're not healthy it sends them into quite a frenzy; they're suddenly overcome with bubbling hormones and instincts they most probably never felt before.

It also means much to them than you could imagine. You being a omega, a sick omega, letting yourself be all vulnerable and open with a pack of alphas? It means you feel comfortable and safe with them, enough to show them your soft and docile side :((

Be ready to be fussed over like crazy, especially by Gaz and Soap, together with you they're the youngest pack members and when they first saw you curled up in your small makeshift nest, stinking up the space with sick unhappy hormones and burning to the touch these poor babies genuinely thought you were dying :<

Luckily Price and Ghost were there to correct them before they could barrel into your nest and nudge you awake; you were sick not dead and the last thing you needed were two hot headed young alphas on you.

When you woke up you were sluggish and slow; the cold did its job and made everything fuzzy when you woke up until you started to regain your senses and noticed that you were no longer cooped up in your tiny room with a few military-issued blankets and hard pillows but in a real big bed filled with blankets, pillows, sweaters and other things that smelled of certain familiar alphas; safe and warm. Judging by the overwhelming smell of the room alone you guessed you were in Price's room, a nice musky and woody smell, undeniably masculine and alpha.

You were still alone so you decided to just go back to sleep and try to sleep of the cold. With a rumbling purr you slowly fell asleep once again, maybe sick days and being the pack's omega wasn't such a bad thing?

#love them #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley #john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[animentality]

I got sad because I realized that the only good relationship that Dark Urge and Gortash had was with each other.

Gortash got sold by his parents, was abused in hell, barely escaped, and then spent the rest of his life plotting and scheming and refusing to get close to anyone, ultimately even selling another child he took in to the same nightmarish life he'd once escaped from.

Dark Urge was forced to kill their foster family by Bhaal, and then went to a Bhaal temple, where they might've been worshipped, but I highly doubt that the murder cult weirdos really thought of them as a person, and not just an object of worship. It is awful lonely up on that bloody pedestal. Plus the way they beg Bhaal for forgiveness for liking Gortash makes me suspect that it's never happened before.

And then I hold my little heart in my hands and weep for the two of them.

Because I know gortash is a piece of shit who refuses to break the cycle of abuse. And I know the dark urge has murdered a shit ton of people and enjoyed it too.

But...but...your honor ...I still feel sympathy.

I still felt sadness in the house of hope, when that asshole admitted he used to beat Gortash black and blue for fun.

I still felt grief when I read dark urge's letter to their god for ADMIRING someone.

For caring about a person.

And then I found out that dark urge had been living a normal life until they killed their foster parents.

You can say that dark urge enjoyed it, but I just don't think that's the case.

Baldur's Gate 3 has some laughably evil villains but there is nuance. There is humanity in most of the characters, good, evil, and morally gray. Even big baddies. Ketheric Thorm notably has a rather sad backstory full of grief, loneliness, and love turned to madness, Gortash was broken as a child by parents who shattered his ability to care for anyone but himself, and even Orin, if you confront her about Sarevok's relationship to her mother, can even be seen as a tragic figure. Like what the fuck, her own mom tried to kill her as an offering to bhaal.

Maybe all bhaalspawn are laughably one dimensional villains with absolutely no human traits to them, but that's just fucked.

One of my favorite themes is how everyone is a slave to the gods, their playthings, their disposal tools.

Poor Ketheric Thorm said it best when he said that we're just copper pieces to be traded, that we might have beaten him, but the gods beat him first.

He's so right, man. Most if not all the companions are slaves to Gods and devils.

Dark Urge was a slave to Bhaal, just a means to an end, a sharpened blade pressed against the world's throat, and Gortash was the plaything of devils, traded away by parents who didn't care about him, a powerless little boy who'd grow up to be a tyrannical power hungry despot.

I choose to believe they recognized each other. They worked together initially because they had their own agendas, and were doing their usual song and dance of manipulating others, but the more time they spent together, the more they actually liked each other.

They were genuinely friends, or lovers, and it's sickening and it's driving me mad, and it's all so sad.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #ketheric thorm #dark urge #enver gortash #goretash #durgetash

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Ten: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, oral, dick piercing, spit, back shots, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is so annoyed with his mother. He discovers something and Ghost has plans for it. [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: August 16th

I thought for sure you’d kick me to the curb. But just like always, you never fail to amaze me. You like the side of me that no one else does, you like both of me, that’s a miracle if I’ve ever seen one.

I don’t even like both of me.

You chose me, for whatever reasons you might have, pure curiosity or genuine care and interest… I don’t really care. All I care about is that you chose me. You want me. Me. All of me.

You’re choosing both of me. Separately. But soon you’ll love both sides of me, you’ll love me as a whole. That’s something no one has ever given to me. No one has ever wholly loved me, partially because I’ve never shown anyone all of me, partially because I used to fail miserably at balancing the black and white of my being.

Anakin the perfect boyfriend and future husband deserves your daylight love. Ghost the purposely imperfect and probably less than sane guy deserves your midnight curiosities.

I like this. Separating myself this way, it’s more manageable. I’ve tried for years and years to just be Anakin who is always pretending to be the man of the year, but is still just a tad too… off putting.

To everyone back home, I’ll always be the strange guy who only had two friends, himself and the neighbor kid who was only such good friends with him because they grew up in close proximity.

Anakin, the weird kid who didn’t know how to smile properly.

Anakin, the creep who stared too much, not at anything inappropriate. I wasn’t leering at women or anything, it’s just creepy for people to be looked at by someone who has ‘dead eyes’ and ‘doesn’t blink enough’.

Anakin, the ‘well he’s trying’ boy. The poor little guy who brought Brianna a handful of nettles on the playground, tied together with worms. ‘He meant well! He’s trying to be nice sweetie.’

Anakin, the ‘turn out your pockets before you come inside’ kid. You come home with a dead squirrel in your hoodie pocket once and your mother will never trust you not to have another stashed somewhere.

‘hey, it’s not that I don’t think you’re great! I do! You’re just not… great for me.’

‘please don’t look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable’

‘Get away from my yard, I know what you’re doing!’

‘Who’s cat is that? Anakin! Where did you get this?’

‘Ani, you can’t keep doing this. I can’t protect you forever!’

‘Don’t you want to have friends? A girlfriend? To grow up and have a family? Don’t you want that?’

I was always Anakin-weird as hell, psycho, town freak-Skywalker.

In your daylight love I can be Anakin-nice guy, perfect smile, warm hugs-Skywalker.

I can shove everything else into The Pit until I’m ready to put on that Ghostface mask and take off my mask of normalcy. Weird isn’t it? Putting on a mask just to take off another one?

I like it though. I really like it.

I can be normal for you. I can. I can be normal. As long as Ghost can be let out of The Pit sometimes. No more balancing on the edge for Anakin. No more hiding and pretending and suffocating myself with the act of being a person.

If I can flood Anakin with all the things I’ve learned over the years, all the knowledge I’ve stored away in my mind’s filing cabinets… then you can have the man you deserve.

You’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that once Ghost makes his appearance, your Anakin is gone until further notice.

I think you’ll do well with that. You’re already handling it swimmingly.

Diary Entry: August 17th

You left me a note of your own this morning, a question I wasn’t expecting in the slightest. When I walked into the kitchen and finally cracked open the diary you’d left laying there for me I was shocked. Absolutely and completely shocked.

‘When are you coming home?’

You’re asking Ghost to visit you? For real? I don’t even know how to react, I never thought you’d be the one requesting the company of my masked presence. I guess giving you an option, proving your feelings and your well-being mattered most to me was the right move.

Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do. I’ll have to plan. I need to think.

I have to be so much more careful now.

Date

August 18th

This is the first time Ghost hasn’t responded when you’ve contacted him. It’s been three days of nothing. He’s not been inside your house at all, no gifts, nothing has been moved, your cat’s bowl is empty when you get home.

His absence is more unsettling that his presence.

You’re beginning to wonder if you’ve angered him by asking about his next visit, was that the wrong thing to do? Did it freak him out? Asking about his plans… did it make him uncomfortable? Or is he tired of the chase now? Now that you’re interested… is it possible he’s lost the adrenaline rush of it all and he won’t be back at all?

There’s no time to ponder or worry right now, yet here you are staring into the foggy mirror in your bathroom post-shower.

“Hey sweetheart?” Anakin’s cheery voice floated to you from under the door.

“In here!” You called out, opening the door up and wiping off the mirror, grateful to have been pulled out of your mind.

“Want help picking something out?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to the crown of your head to smell your freshly washed hair.

“Mmm yeah if you want.” You nodded, smiling at him in the mirror.

“You excited?” He grinned, poking your sides to hear you giggle.

“Yeah… a little bit nervous though to be honest.” You confessed.

“What? Why? They’ll like you, I have no doubts.” He said with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders.

“I know, it’s just… what if they don’t?” You asked nervously, looking away from his intense gaze in the mirror.

“They will.” He whispered kissing your temple.

“But what if they don’t?”

“They will, but, if for some reason they don’t then they’re stupid.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I know they will okay?”

“But Ani I’m worr-“

“Hey.” He said sharply, catching the words before they could leave your lips. “That’s enough.” He said in a softer tone.

He sighed, grabbing the hair brush from the sink countertop. He started brushing through your wet tangles, starting at the ends and working his way up.

“You’re important to me. They know that.” Anakin whispered, kissing your shoulder. “They know you’re something special, trust me. I’ve never brought anyone to meet them before.”

“Seriously?” You whipped your head around with a horrified expression on your face.

“Yeah seriously.” He nodded. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.” He gently directed your head back to face the mirror so he could continue brushing your hair.

“That makes it even worse!” You squeaked, slumping over against the sink, your arms crossed on the cold Formica top with your forehead rested on them.

“Why?” He asked as he sat the brush aside and placed his hand on your back, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of the towel around you.

“I’m the first girl you’re bringing home!” You said exasperatedly, “they’re gonna be expecting someone like… like super great and amazing.”

“You are super great and amazing.” He laughed, squeezing your hip and patting it gently.

“But-“

“Baby stop.” He said softly. “You’re gonna work yourself up all over nothin’. Please, just trust me okay? They’re gonna think you’re perfect.”

“Okay.” You sighed, standing back up and turning around to hug him tightly. “Alright. Let’s get ready then.”

“I’m ready.” He said gesturing to his tight grey crewneck and ripped black jeans. “All fancy and shit.”

“I wouldn’t say fancy, but I would say hot.” You grinned.

“Stop.” He chuckled, “should I go change? I can’t have you drooling over me at the dinner table with my parents.”

“No, no don’t change.” You shook your head with a giggle. “I can wait.”

“You can wait?” He gave you a devilishly toothy smile. “Wait for what darlin’? Does baby need some attention?”

He picked you up and sat you on the sink counter, giving your ass a firm squeeze. Immediately bringing one hand to your cheek, his thumb on your chin, he tilted your head to the side and hovered his lips just over your skin. Barely grazing the softness of his lips up the length of your neck to the dip beneath your ear. His free hand rubbing up and down your side, as he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your sensitive flesh.

“My girl only waits when I say so.” He whispered, nipping your earlobe.

He nuzzled into your neck, bringing your ass to the edge of the sink with one arm, using the same hand to slip beneath your towel and travel up your abdomen. The towel fell from where it was tightly tucked at your chest, Anakin’s hand cupping your breast gently as he thumbed at your nipple.

His lips soldered to yours in a passionate caress of lips and tongues, you could taste the minty flavor of the gum he constantly chewed, the forever lingering ghost of cigarettes and the delicious savory flavor that was uniquely him.

He was so good at distracting you with his mouth on yours that he could get away with just about anything and you’d never know until it was too late. Just like now, when you heard his belt buckle clank against the bathroom tiles. You couldn’t help but smile, it was something so simple, but it was one of your favorite things.

The sound will forever be associated with every kiss, every touch, every gasp and breath he’d given you and every intimate moment to come. The jangle of his belt buckle coming loose meant falling apart in his arms, it meant love without saying it aloud.

Anakin snickered as he teased your opening with one finger, swirling it around the outside, never fully dipping inside.

“Greedy little pussy.” His deep bedroom voice never failed to conjure up a gush of slick to your already drenched cunt. “So fucking wet already.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his hand or at least you tried to, Anakin held you firmly in place, tsking at your attempt.

“See? Greedy.” He chuckled but gave in anyway, finally pushing in one digit to twirl around your gummy walls while he pumped in and out slowly.

“Can’t help it.” You panted, breathing heavily despite the relief of getting what you wanted, you needed more. “Missed you Ani.”

“Oh poor thing, I missed you too.” He cooed, adding a second finger while he rolled his wrist as he thrusted his fingers deeper.

Just as you were about to speak again, the shrill sound of your phone alarm blared next to you on the counter top, making you both jump.

“Jesus! what the fuck.” He snorted, “pause baby.” He said as he reached over to turn it off and check the time.

“I’m so glad you set shit like that or else we’d never get anywhere on time.” He said with a smile. “Now, hop down and let me bend you over.”

“What we’re doing a quickie?” You teased as you did as requested, sliding off the sink and obediently bending at the waist for him.

“As much as I hate it, yes.” He sighed. “You know I like to take my time.”

He said as he rubbed his rough palm over the swell of your ass, tugging his boxers down with his other hand. He shoved his palm under your chin and tapped your cheek.

“Spit.” His voice was rough and gritty, like he he was straining, fighting not to ram himself into you right that very second.

You spit into his hand, earning a mumbled: “Atta girl.”

He slicked his cock with your saliva, stroking himself quickly with the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, pleasuring himself but just torturing you with the heat of his length.

“Ani!” You whined, pushing your hips back against him.

You’d done exactly what he wanted. The second you pushed back he rammed his cock deep inside your pulsing heat. He set a brutal pace, wrapping one arm around your chest. Your hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his muscled forearm, his grip tightened and you gasped in surprise.

“Christ Anakin.” You breathed out, your eyes wide with shock at this sudden change of pace.

He was a slow and sensual lover, he liked to take his sweet time and caress every curve and kiss every centimeter of flesh that he could reach. But this was completely different, this was pure hunger, hips snapping against your ass at a punishing pace.

His other arm came down your stomach and spread your pussy lips apart to press and pinch the little hard nub that would have you shaking beneath him.

The way he was breathing so heavily in your ear, the hot air fanning over your cheek, it only heightened the feeling. Sending goosebumps down your skin and perking up your nipples again. The sound of your wetness was loud enough to hear with each and every plunge of his cock.

“You like it like this baby?” He chuckled, “sounds like you like it.”

“Uh huh.” You nodded rapidly, gripping his arm tightly as a particularly sharp streak of lightning shot through you.

Your pussy clenched down around his cock and you closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling the metal jewelry at the tip of his cock gave you as it stroked your insides roughly.

“Making such pretty noises,” he moaned, tilting your head back and to the side using your hair, to properly reach your mouth so he could ravage you with his tongue just as he was with his dick.

“C’mon baby, let me hear it.” He panted, sucking your lip between his teeth.

“That’s it, yeah there’s my girl.” He laughed, watching your eyes roll back until just the whites were visible. Your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt pulsed around him.

“Fuck… Fuck that’s- right there… please?” You whined, trapping his hand right where it was with your fingers digging into his wrist.

“Good manners.” He praised, licking along the length of your jaw. “Good manners baby, so proud.”

“Just like this huh?” He questioned teasingly, a smirk on his lips caught your attention in the foggy mirror. “You like the piercing don’t you baby? Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut tight while you waited for him to push you over the edge. “L-love it. Don’t ever fucking take it out again.”

“Sure thing baby.” He snickered. “You ready sweetheart? Getting close aren’t you?”

“You can cum.” He said as you nodded, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he drilled into you, rolling your clit between his finger and thumb.

The coil that had been wound tightly in your core snapped with his permission, a high pitched groan eeked out from between your gritted teeth, your cunt leaking down his shaft as he fucked you through the high.

“Lean down.” He said as he pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and gasping for breath.

“Perfect.” He groaned, one hand on your waist as you pressed your torso against the sink counter.

He stroked his cock wildly, his fingers digging into the plush of your waist, squeezing soothingly when his chin dropped to his chest and he stiffened up, holding his breath. All you could hear was the sound of his slick hand pumping his swollen length over your ass.

Until finally you felt the warm spurts of cum splatter on your skin, the viscous fluid dribbling down your lower spine until it slid over your ass hole.

“Fuck, that looks so damn pretty.” He breathed heavily, standing back to take in his art work.

“I should take a picture.” He whispered, kneeling behind you with a hand under each ass cheek, he licked up his own cum with a satisfied hum.

——————————————————————————

Approximately an hour after Anakin defiled you in the steamy confines of your bathroom, you were walking hand in hand into one of the nicer restaurants on the outer circle of the city. Meeting his mother terrified you, his stepfather not so much. Anakin didn’t grow up with him, he wasn’t a staple of his childhood.

But his mother was. She was a single parent, worked so incredibly hard to provide for herself and her son. She made sure he had everything he needed and then some, she was truly a saint.

“Chill out.” Anakin whispered, squeezing your hand gently. “You’re okay.”

You nodded and silently let Anakin pull you along behind the host who was leading you to the table where his mother and stepdad waited for you both.

You laid eyes on his mother first and the smile that spread across your lips was genuine. As soon as you saw her your worries started to slip into the backseat of your mind. She exuded a calming atmosphere, she seemed so serene and unbothered. What you’d give to live life like that.

You could see where Anakin got his comforting nature from, especially as she stood up and extended her hand to you. The gentle smile and warmth in the crinkle of her eyes was enough to melt your heart.

“I’m Shmi.” She introduced herself in a soft tone, looking to her side where her husband sat. “This is Cliegg, Anakin’s stepfather.” He gave you a nod and warm smile after clapping Anakin on the back in an awkward side hug.

“It’s great to meet you guys!” You chirped, introducing yourself quickly.

“You too sweetie.” Shmi smiled, moving to envelope her son in a hug.

“Hey momma.” Anakin chuckled, squishing her shorter frame in a big bear hug. “Miss ya.”

“Missed you too hon.” She said quietly, patting his chest before returning to her seat.

She gave Anakin a little smile of approval when he pulled your chair out for you to slide into, you wanted to gush about how grateful you were that she’d raised him to be such a gentleman but you got the feeling that she already knew.

The four of you engaged in a bit of small talk while looking over the menu options, you refrained from even picking up the menu, getting an odd look from Cliegg who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘suit yourself’. The waiter returned with ice water for everyone and a bottle of wine for the table, getting ready to take orders with their pad and pen at the ready.

After Anakin’s mother and her husband ordered, Shmi looked at you expectantly but you just gave her a small smile as Anakin ordered for the both of you.

“Anakin.” She chided him after the waiter left. “She’s perfectly capable of speaking for herself.”

“I know she is.” He said firmly. “But she shouldn’t have to when I’m perfectly capable of doing it for her.”

“Shmi it’s okay really.” You laughed light, knocking Anakin’s foot with your own as a warning. “I prefer it honestly. I think it’s sweet.”

She gave you an odd look, her face was soft just as it had been the whole night so far, but her eyes conveyed something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Alright sweetie.” She conceded and nodded, the look passing over her eyes just as quickly as it appeared.

Anakin’s arm slid around your waist momentarily to offer some comfort, gently squeezing your hip and tapping his thumb rhythmically while he jumped straight back into the conversation he was having with his stepdad.

“So, Anakin’s told me quite a bit about you.” Shmi said warmly. “He said you’re a waitress and you’re taking classes at the college?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded happily. “The Bluebird Diner, it’s a real great place. Anakin’s a big fan of the butterscotch pie.” You smiled.

“The college… yes I’m taking classes. They’re all going well but I’m not set on a major yet and it’s getting to be the time that I decide.” You sucked in an anxious breath, giving her a nervous look.

“Well that’s perfectly fine.” She said, surprising you with her acceptance of your unplanned career. “I dropped out after my freshman year and didn’t complete my degree until Anakin was in highschool.” She explained.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anakin’s side profile while he spoke to his stepfather. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Why I dropped out?” She asked, leaning back in her chair. “Well it was for a few reasons. Mostly because it’s difficult to work, educate yourself and raise a child alone.”

“I can imagine it would be.” You agreed with a humored smile, expecting to be met with a similar expression by Shmi.

Though you weren’t, instead she had a strange sort of reminiscent look about her. Not the fuzzy feeling of nostalgic reminiscing, more of a moment of remembering something unpleasant.

“Yes.” She nodded, “Anakin didn’t make it any easier.”

“Oh…” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her sudden shift in demeanor.

It seems she noticed your body language change and she quickly corrected herself by breaking out into a smile, sitting back up straighter in her seat.

“But what kid doesn’t?” She laughed lightly, reaching out to pat your hand affectionately.

“Right,” you nodded, chalking up her strange switch up as a mother remembering her rowdy son. It must be hard, seeing him grown up and finally bringing a girl to meet her.

“So how did you two meet?” Shmi asked, turning in her seat to face you fully, giving you her full attention. “Anakin said you’re neighbors?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s how we met officially.” You nodded.

“Officially?”

“Well we found out after we’d talked a few times that we actually met at the bar he works at.” You explained, “he made a drink for me. I thought he looked like… semi-familiar, you know it’s hard to miss the tattoos.” You smiled.

“Oh that’s very true.” Shmi laughed. “Definitely stands out.”

“Yeah, so we officially met the day he was moving in across the hall from me.”

“Oh you’re telling her about move in day?” Anakin cut in with a big grin on his face.

“Mhm.” You nodded happily, gazing at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes. “Anakin had his stuff strewn out in the hallway and I knocked over a stack of his books.” You laughed and he squeezed your shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, then we chatted for a bit and she noticed a book of mine that she’d lost her copy of, so I gave it to her. That’s how I snatched her up.” He said proudly, gesturing to you with both hands like he was presenting a trophy.

“Huh, who knew you had a little romantic streak?” Cliegg laughed.

“Oh he definitely does!” You agreed eagerly.

“Well Anakin I have to say: I’m extremely impressed you’ve found such a lovely girl.” Shmi said softly, glancing at you with those warm eyes.

“Took you long enough.” His stepdad smacked his upper arm with the back of his hand with a deep laugh.

“Hey, I was holding out for the right one.” Anakin said with a satisfied smile. “I wanted my forever girl and I found her.”

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The rest of the night went smoothly, no hiccups, no awkward moments, nothing you’d worried about came to fruition. His mother was as sweet as could be and her husband definitely suited her well. All in all, you were happy to have had the opportunity to get to know them. You were proud to be the first girl worthy of meeting them and you were thrilled that they seemed to like you as much as you liked them.

“See? Told you.” Anakin whispered, walking beside you out of the restaurant.

“You were right.” You sighed. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I was what?” He fake gasped, one hand coming up to cover his mouth dramatically.

“You heard me and I’m not repeating it.” You giggled, bumping him with your shoulder.

“Good enough for me princess, I’ll take it.” He smiled, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair.

You said your goodbyes to Anakin’s parents just outside the entrance, a full, loving hug from Shmi and a ‘you’re great but we’re not there yet’ double hand squeeze on one of yours from his stepdad.

You’d just started walk to the car when Shmi called out to Anakin, causing you both to swivel around.

“Ani, sweetheart can you come talk for just a second?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh… yeah okay.” He nodded, handing you the car keys.

“I’ll go see what’s up baby.” He said with a soft tone, “go ahead to the car.”

You followed instructions and did exactly as he asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and starting it so you could listen to the radio while Anakin was gone. You didn’t think much of it, it was probably just a bit of an after dinner debrief.

Anakin jogged over to his mom and leaned against Cliegg’s truck while he climbed in, leaving just Shmi and Anakin to speak alone.

“Ani she’s a wonderful girl.” Shmi said, squeezing his arm gently.

“Yeah she is, she’s perfect isn’t she?” He gushed, his pupils widened at just the thought of you.

“Yes-“

“She’s just… everything. She’s everything to me.” He continued, picking up his mothers hand.

“Just w-“

“I mean I really believe she’s the one mom.” He squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles in an affectionate way. “Really I do, she’s perfect. I- I’m so glad you guys like her, I knew you would of course but she was just so nervous and-“

“Anakin!” Shmi said sternly, her voice quickly going back to a calm tone after getting his attention.

“Anakin, sweetie, I’m so glad you’ve found your person.” She started slowy, holding eye contact with her son’s intense gaze. “I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah of course-“

“I’m proud of you. You’re a good boy honey.” She said quietly, “she’s a sweet girl, she deserves the best.”

“Well yeah she does, of course she does and-“

“Are you being your best?” Shmi asked him, her voice turning hard, alittle sharp. “Swear to me, Anakin. Swear you are?”

“Yes mom.” He sighed as though he were expecting this conversation.

“Are you still taking your medicine? Seeing your doctor?” She asked worriedly.

“Really?” He scoffed. “Please, let’s just drop it. This was a good day, please don’t ruin it by worrying over nothing.”

“Are you though?”

“Yes!” He hissed, clenching his teeth tightly. “Yes I’m still seeing the doctor and taking the stupid pills, yes.”

“Good. Very good.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his compliance.

“Don’t ask me if she knows.” Anakin said sternly. “She doesn’t.”

“You can’t just keep that from her, she has a right to know Anakin!”

“It’s not the right time for that.” He raised his voice slightly. “She doesn’t need to know yet. I’ll tell her on my own terms.”

“But you can’t-“

“I said: I’ll tell her on my own terms.” He breathed deeply, keeping his temper in check. “Please mom, just… just be happy for me okay? I’m doing really good, I’m happy. Please just let me be happy.”

“Alright.” She sighed, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t have questioned you like that.”

“It’s okay. I know you worry.” He mumbled, pulling her into a hug, his hand rubbing between her shoulder blades.

“I- I just so badly want you to be happy.” She said quietly. “I want you to be safe, happy, and loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I am loved.” Anakin whispered, his voice rough, “You love me. Cliegg loves me. Owen probably loves me. I think she might love me too.”

“You think so?” She asked in a brighter tone.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, pulling back with a soft smile.

Diary Entry: August 18th

I love my mother, but she worries too much. Talking to me like I’m some child to be coddled and babysat. I don’t need her or anyone else to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, especially when it comes to you, my little doe.

I know what’s best for you, for our relationship, and it’s my opinion that you don’t need to burden yourself with my past transgressions. I’m a changed man, what I did as a teenager, as a kid, has no reflection on who I am today.

Telling you about it is out of the question. At least for now… but, it’d probably be for the best to never, ever speak of it. I just don’t see the point in sharing something like that with you when it would cause your pretty little head to worry over something so irrelevant to the present.

Not to mention the stupid fucking doctor. It was ridiculous, asking me such a personal question when she knows very well that it upsets me when she interrogates me like that. It’s none of her business anymore, I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.

If anything, her questioning and distrust makes me want to do it even less just to prove that I can live without it.

I don’t need to see a fucking shrink if I’m taking the pills right? It’s overkill to do both. I don’t need to talk about my feelings, I don’t need to tell a stranger all about my past and the questionable things I’ve done. That’s why I have a journal and I think it suits me just fine.

Just another reason why I love you so much. You’ve helped me by getting me into writing stuff down instead of keeping it bottled up. You’re responsible for the thing that helps keep me from spiraling, you should be so proud of yourself, showing me this A+ coping skill.

It’s way better than: ‘Breathe in… breathe out… focus on your surroundings and count the things you can see and feel.’

Like what the hell is that? What’s that supposed to do? Distract me? Yeah right.

It can’t distract me from what’s going on in my head. Not when it’s so much all at once, all the time. It was exhausting to pretend that something like that was working for me. Journaling is so much better. So much easier.

It’s real and it’s tangible. I can flip through the pages and return to the good things, or I can skip over the bad stuff but take comfort in knowing that I was able to write it down.

So fuck the shrink, I’m not going back. I haven’t been in months and I’m doing perfectly fine.

Diary Entry: August 20th

I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m grasping at straws here, trying to figure out how to handle the Ghost situation.

I can tell you’re getting annoyed.

How am I supposed to respond? I know it’s been days but I can’t bring myself to answer the texts, the notes, the questions shouted into your otherwise empty home.

Hopefully you’ll understand, though I acknowledge that you have every reason to be upset with me. I’m assuming you’re feeling some sort of betrayal after the letter… I hate that. I really hate it. But it’s unavoidable.

You responded extremely well to my offer and the opportunity for a choice. So I’ll just do that again. That sounds reasonable, I’ll give a bit of an explanation, little apology and then I’ll let you choose what happens next.

This is what happens when I don’t fully plan ahead. I fuck things up and then it’s just a gommed up mess.

Then the whole situation with my mother really threw me off. It just added another layer of ‘what the hell’ to my already high stack of self imposed problems.

I want to do something. I need to do something. I have shit to get off my chest.

Date

August 22nd

Finally, finally Ghost has gotten back in contact with you.

Now that the little grey envelope is sitting on your nightstand… you almost don’t want to open it. After all the silence on his end it’s impossible to guess what he has to say. Though as you’re convincing yourself not to open it, it’s found it’s way into your hand.

LETTER

Little Doe,

My absence was unexpected for you as well as myself, for that I apologize. I would go into detail if I could but unfortunately we both know that I can’t do that.

Let’s just say that my life got a bit complicated and I had to take a moment to iron things out. Now that everything is starched and pressed it’ll be back to business as usual.

While I was gone I took some time to consider your question as well. So I’ll match you with a question of my own.

I’ve been… stressed to say the very least. I don’t like to be destructive, I’m not that kind of guy. So I was wondering if you’d help me out, give me a bit of an alternative rage release?

Don’t lie, I know you’re curious. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. I bet you’re wet just reading this, aren’t you? I think it’s high time for you to be conscious enough to really enjoy everything I’m giving you. Don’t you agree?

I heard you like it rough. Is that true princess? I’ll give you rough, just say the word and I’ll make sure you’ve got marks that’ll last for weeks.

Next half of the question: here or elsewhere?

You sure do love to show off that little body of yours. I wonder if that would translate over into your sex life if you’d let it.

Your choice little doe.

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‘He did not just ask me that… did he?’

You stared at the letter in your hands, your mind going well over the speed limit on the road to rational thinking. It was tempting, oh so very tempting. He’s right of course, he always is, you are curious. You do want him, maybe even need him.

It’s obvious he’s more than capable of giving you what you needed, what you wanted. The man had you feigning for him for weeks with no relief, all from teasing you, all while you were unaware.

It would be… interesting to see for yourself in the waking world what he’s done to you in dreamland. It’s alright if it’s for research purposes isn’t it? Is it really cheating if you don’t know the person at all, his identity is a complete mystery; that should count for something right?

Just a smidgen of a mitigating factor would be enough to sway you to say yes.

“Hey.” You called out, waving your hand as if he were there with you and you were trying to get his attention. “You listening?”

*Ping* a text came through almost immediately: ‘Always.’

“You’re serious about this?” You asked, holding the stationary in one hand, gesturing to it with your other.

‘I’m always serious.’

“Right.” You sighed, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged. “I don’t think this would be very kind of me to do. I just met Anakin’s mother, our relationship is getting serious.”

‘Congrats. What does that have to do with my need to fuck you?’

“Uh everything.” You scoffed. “That’s cheating. I don’t want to cheat on him!”

‘Defensive are we?’

“Yes,” you hissed, scrubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand, “very defensive for good reason.”

‘I admire your loyalty, but be honest with yourself little doe.’

“I am being honest! I don’t want to cheat on him!” You shouted back.

‘You didn’t say that you didn’t want me to fuck your though.’

“Christ.” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I didn’t say that. You’re right.” You conceded.

‘Then it’s a yes?’

“Not necessarily.” You snapped, the true answer was right there, clawing away in the cage of your teeth.

‘So no then.’

“That’s not what I said.” You said hastily, alittle too eager to correct him.

‘I see.’

“What?” You scoffed, staring at the message that’d popped up.

Another followed, this time a voice message. You hesitated before pressing play, holding your phon up to your ear to hear it clearly. His gravely distorted voice washed over you in all its unholy temptation.

“Don’t worry little doe. I know just what you need.” He paused for a moment as if considering something, “It’s been a while since you’ve had a night out. Go have some fun, I’ll catch up with you.”

“Oh no. Absolutely not. You’re not knocking me out cold again.” You said angrily.

‘Of course not. I want you to be awake for this.’

“Then… then why do you want me to go to the bar?” You asked suspiciously.

‘Surprise :)’

“Fuck.” You muttered, rubbing your temples before picking up your phone to message Luke and Han, as well as your good friend from book club.

“Just to be perfectly clear: I’m not saying yes!” You said, looking around the room with a red tint to your cheeks.

‘Not a no either.’

You could practically hear his voice, that teasing tone you knew all too well. What an ass, a stupid sexy ass.

DATE

August 24th

“Oh look at you princess.” Anakin whistled wrapping his arms around your waist when you walked out of your bedroom in a sweet little pink dress.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He mumbled and he nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“Oh hush,” you giggled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “can’t be saying stuff like that, you’re gonna get me all flustered.”

“What if I want you to be all flustered?” He chuckled, tipping your head back to capture your lips and invade your mouth with a gentle caress of his tongue.

“Mmm taste as good as you look baby.” He whispered, his words fanning over your bottom lip and straight down to your core.

“Anakin…” you whined, looking up at him and wishing for mercy.

“Shhh don’t whine.” He laughed, pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ll quit teasin’… for now.”

“But you do look gorgeous you know?” He said sincerely, very lightly touching your cheek so as not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Ani.” You said shyly, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose.

“So what’s the plan again? Dinner at that one Thai place you like? Then you’re going to the bar?” He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on the countertop at his sides.

“Yep that’s the plan.” You nodded, checking your bag to ensure you had everything you needed.

“Call me when you get there? You’re walking aren’t you?” He asked, looking at you with a gaze of concern that warmed your heart.

“Yes I’m walking and yes I will call when I get to the restaurant and I’ll text when I’m leaving.” You promised, tossing your mini backpack over your shoulder and giving him a hug and soft kiss.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll see you at the bar.” He said in a low tone, smoothing out your hair as he held you close for a moment longer.

You left your home and Anakin behind, trotting down the steps to the city streets below. A walk would be good for you, plenty of time to think and plenty of time to clear your head of those thoughts before you reach your destination.

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Diary Entry: August 24th

I’m so excited. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to do something for you.

I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but I think I know you fairly well and if you’re reading those nasty, raunchy books on your bookshelf… well I think it’s safe to say you might be interested in some of it for yourself right? You already think a man in a Ghostface mask with a knife is sexy.

I’m gonna give you what I think you like. I know I will love it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time but I was always alittle too chicken to do it. Even before we started dating, before you knew about Ghost. It’s been a fantasy of mine that I’ve thought of way more often than I’ll ever admit.

But now I have your unspoken permission, well at least your non-denial of it. Which isn’t technically consent but who cares; it’s been so blurred between us already.

Honestly its super comforting the way that you so vehemently defend our relationship. I’ve never had someone go to bat for me like that before, it’s endearing. It makes me feel cared for, loved, needed.

I know it’s hypocritical, trust me I know that; but it does kind of get on my nerves as well. I want you to say yes and say it enthusiastically to Ghost. At the same time I want you to scream and kick and tell him to fuck off.

Being jealous of both sides of myself is frankly quite exhausting. I don’t know what I want other than you. I just want you. I want you to want both of me and you do, but that’s also a problem.

You think I’m two separate people and that makes me a tad worried.

The only comfort it brings me is that you aren’t enthusiastically saying yes. You’re denying the truth of course, we both know that. But you’re also keeping some loyalty to our relationship and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I love the way you love me even if you haven’t said it aloud just yet. You will soon.

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Your group of friends were gathered outside the restaurant, as the last one to arrive, you of course received a light dose of good natured insults and chiding.

“There she is!” Your best girl friend Sam yelled, pointing you out to Luke and Han as you walked up the sidewalk.

“Finally! I’m starving!” Luke sighed liked he’d been waiting hours, according to your phone you were still two minutes early.

“Shut up and let’s get some food.” You snorted, pushing him through the door and into the yummy little Thai place.

After getting settled into your cozy corner booth you placed your orders and slipping into the familiar routine of gossiping and story swapping.

“How did meeting the parents go?” Luke asked, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand, his fingers drumming along his cheek.

“It went so smooth and oh my god his mom is so sweet.” You said, leaning forward in your seat.

“I was so worried they wouldn’t like me, but I think they did. Anakin said they did, I mean they really seemed to at least.” You nodded.

“Oh I’m sure they loved you. You’re the perfect girl to bring home to the parents. You’re the whole package.” Sam smiled warmly.

“You’re too sweet, giving me way too much credit.” You sighed, your smile faltering slightly.

“Anyway… yeah his mom was great. I think she was just alittle worried you know? I’m the first girl he’s brought to meet them so I feel like there was a bit of worry there at the beginning.” You explained, talking with your hands.

“She was talking about him as a kid and she just looked so… sad I guess?” You sighed, trying to find a better word to describe it but came up short. “So I think maybe she was just sad about him growing up, finally finding someone he wants to be serious with.”

“That’s so sweet.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “I didn’t realize you were the first girl he’d brought them.”

“Yeah,” you nodded proudly. “He said he was waiting for the right one.”

“Ew that’s so gross.” Luke gagged.

“Fuck off.” You tossed a good natured insult at him, rolling your eyes despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishment… maybe a hint of guilt there too.

After the meal was finished, you all walked together out of the restaurant and set out on foot toward The Cerulean. A leisurely pace was set by Han and Luke who were happily at the head of the group while you and Sam hung back just a few steps behind.

“So he’s gonna be here tonight?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah but he’s working though.” You said.

“Wait really?” She asked in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would that bother me? If anything it’s comforting.” You scoffed.

“Well he’s like… he’s just there you know? Not participating he’s just gonna be watching.” She made a displeased face.

“Trust me, I have no qualms with being… looked out for.” You smirked.

“So you don’t mind that he’s going to be watching you the whole night?”

“No, I don’t.” You shrugged, walking the through the door as Luke held it open for the two of you to enter.

You broke off from your friends in search of Anakin, you spotted him behind the bar, animatedly speaking with a coworker that you vaguely remember Anakin referring to as ‘Trev’.

It was like you had some sort of homing beacon, Anakin immediately whipped his head toward you and beckoned you over with two fingers. He trotted around the bar to meet you halfway, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“How was dinner, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice low and smooth.

“It was good!” You chirped, squeezing him tightly again before he let you go. “Told them allllll about meeting your parents.”

“Good things only I hope?” He laughed.

“Of course. Good things only, always.” You nodded with a big smile.

“It’s not nearly as busy in here as usual.” You observed, scanning the large space and noticing a much lower head count than the times you’ve been here before.

“Oh I know,” Anakin nodded, “there’s some kind of opening anniversary for a pub downtown. Free beer or something like that.” He shrugged.

“Huh, well I’ll have to tell Han.” You said.

“Mhm yeah I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” He agreed, “you going too?”

“No, I’m going home when I leave here.” You shook your head.

“Alright baby, listen, I gotta go back.” He nodded toward the bar. “You know where to find me.”

With that he gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead and quickly walked back behind the counter, stealing a drink order right from under Trevor’s nose as he slid in front of him, you heard him snicker and the *thwap* of a towel snapping against his leg in retaliation as you walked back to your friends.

You spotted them off to the corner, Sam speaking with a shorter man you’d never seen before. You snuck behind her with a cheeky grin and tugged a lock of her hair gently as you passed by, she was unfazed, simply giving you a pink cheeked smile.

“Hey Han,” you called out to get his attention as you drew closer, his head following the sound until he saw you. “You know there’s a bar even going on downtown tonight?” You asked, coming to a stop just in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s at The Drunken Horseman.” He nodded, “I think a few of the guys were headed out there actually. Free beer.”

“W-well why didn’t you go?” You asked in confusion, knowing he wouldn’t have just passed it up for no reason.

“Cause a little lady I know likes it better here.” He grinned, tapping your forehead with his pointer finger.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that Han.” You said, feeling a bit guilty. “You should’ve said something!”

“Whoa, don’t get all riled up. I don’t mind it at all.” He reassured you. “I can still do plenty of people watching from right here.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the table top he leaned against.

He waved his hand over to the left, your eyes following the gesture until your gaze was met with a younger guy, unapologetically and unsuccessfully trying to speak to a group of girls despite being seemingly incredibly wasted.

“I guess that’s true.” You laughed lightly, the pull of guilt still tugging at your guts.

“Listen, after we’re done here you should go!” You encouraged, “I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get to do something that you wanna do.”

“Babes it’s no big deal.” Luke said, popping out from his seat behind Han’s massive frame. “I think we planned on skipping out a bit early to do exactly that.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief. “Good, I’m glad.”

“We did?” Han asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh yes, we had a whole conversation about this yesterday you oaf.” Luke scoffed.

“Oaf?” Han let out a loud, bellowing laugh at Luke’s poor attempt at an insult, making a little smile creep up the corner of your lips as well.

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You decided collectively to call it a night just a little before 11:00pm so that Luke and Han could still catch Han’s group of friends at The Drunken Horseman. You said your goodbyes to them at the door and turned to face Sam after watching them leave.

“Are you positive you’re okay with walking home alone?” She asked you worriedly, “like absolutely positive?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.” You said with an appreciative smile. “I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay.” She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“You better do the same.” You said, catching her arm as she started to leave with the man she’d been chatting with all night.

“I will,” she signaled for him to wait while she got up close to whisper to you, “I looked him up when I went to the bathroom earlier. Arrest records and everything.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Have fun then.”

You spun on your heel to find Anakin and tell him goodbye, heading straight to the bar and catching him in another conversation. This time with a female patron that you’d seen before.

“I don’t understand.” She scoffed.

“What don’t you understand?” He scowled.

“I just don’t get why you’re mean to me!” She huffed. “I come in here all the time and I’m always nice to you, yet you’re an ass every time I speak to you!”

“Then stop speaking to me.” He said flatly, pretending to inspect a glass that he was drying.

“I should report you to management.”

“Please do.” Anakin shot back.

“They’ll fire you, for being rude to customers.” She threatened, crossing her arms.

“They’ll ban you, for harassing employees.” He snorted.

“God. You’re ridiculous, I asked you out one time-“

“Yeah and it was one time too many.” He snapped at her.

“I have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend.” He said sternly. “She is my everything and you, are nothing.”

“Like she’s-“

“Listen. Even if I didn’t have a girlfriend I wouldn’t go after a whore with loud ass mouth like you.” He snarled. “Leave. I’m banning you myself.”

“You can’t do that!” She yelled

“He can’t do what?” His coworker Trevor came over quickly after hearing her shout at Anakin.

“He- he’s trying to ban me.” She said angrily.

“What did you do?” Trevor asked the girl and looked over at Anakin.

“Nothing! I was just trying to order a drink and he called me a whore!”

“I did call her a whore.” Anakin willingly admitted with zero remorse.

“Wait is this the one?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, she’s been bugging me, Jason and Stevie for the last few weeks. Comes in every now and again and won’t take a fucking hint from any of us.” Anakin grunted as he glanced over at her.

“That’s not true I w-“

“Nope. That’s enough.” Trevor said, obviously irritated, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.

“Hey you can’t do that!” She shouted trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going on the wall honey.” He said, thumbing over his shoulder at a cork board of banned patrons.

“You’re serious?” She scoffed, “you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. Now get out.” Trevor barked, following her angry path across the bar to ensure that she did in fact leave.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you’d been standing there with your mouth open as he tapped the underside of your chin.

“Anakin you didn’t tell me it was that bad.” You said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, now standing in front of you.

“Ah.” He grumbled.

“I didn’t want to worry you sweetheart.” He said softly, taking both your hands in his. “She’s not coming back now so nothin’ to worry yourself over.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“That’s just awful though. She was doing that to three of you?” You asked in disgust.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Doesn’t happen often. Usually it’s April and Jess who get the creeps but every now and again there’s a girl who does it.”

“How much did you hear baby?” He asked, pushing hair from your face and holding your cheek.

“Just the tail end of it.” You lied.

“You know I’d never even entertain something like that don’t you, princess?” He asked, lines of worry etching into his forehead, “Never, I’d never even breathe in the direction of another woman.”

“I know.” You said with a small smile, you were being truthful. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about his faithfulness, especially now after witnessing him tear into a girl over it.

“I know I have nothing to worry about.” You said, giving his hands a squeeze.

You might not, but Anakin does. Anakin does have to worry about your faithfulness whether he knows it or not; there’s a Ghost haunting every corner of your life that has no plans on leaving anytime soon.

“Good.” He said with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “Are you leaving?” He asked, pulling g back slightly.

“Yeah I’m headed home now.” You nodded.

“Alright pretty girl.” He said, kissing your forehead. “Be good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” You nodded with a big smile that faded as soon as you turned around to leave.

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“I saw your girl leaving, you headed out now?” Trevor asked Anakin as he was untying his apron.

“Yep, I’m leaving too.” Anakin nodded, folding the apron and tucking it under the counter. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“Thanks for coming in to help out man.” Trevor said, clapping him on the back. “We got it from here.”

“No problem, you know I don’t mind.” Anakin said, grabbing his wallet and keys. “See ya.”

Anakin left hastily stopping at his car in the back parking lot to grab his essentials. He checked his phone and saw that you’d made an unexpected stop at the little corner store for what he assumed was a snack.

“Perfect.” He grinned, tossing his hoodie over his head and switching out his shoes.

He tucked his mask under his arm and hopped into his car, parking it up the road a bit closer to where you were, just to get it out of his work parking lot. He jumped out, locked it and slipped into the nearest alley. He grumbled but hopped the fence at the end and continued down until he hit the opposite street, running parallel to the one you’d be taking.

“One… two… three… four… there.” He mumbled to himself as he passed by alleys between buildings until he found the one he was looking for.

This particular place was perfect for his purposes, no cameras, no foot traffic, no dumpster, a brick wall on one end and a recessed entrance to the building on the left. A building that was currently up for lease, leaving it tenant free. He scaled the short brick wall on his side of the alley, using the dumpster there as a boost.

Anakin’s sneakers hit the pavement with a satisfying noise when he dropped down from above. He tugged on his gloves and mask, hitting the side button on the voice box while he walked up the alleyway, his phone in his hand.

Your little blue dot was quickly approaching and his adrenaline was running high. His body practically vibrating in anticipation of what he was about to do, with your footsteps in audible range he tucked his phone away and bunched up a black handkerchief in the palm of his leather glove.

Your long shadow came into view, the lamppost casting it down on the side walk below. It shortened with each step you took. Seeing no shadow behind you, no other footsteps, Anakin knew it was safe to enact his plan.

The very second you came into view he lunged forward, clapping his hand with the bandanna in it over your mouth. Instinctively you parted your lips to scream, allowing him to shove the fabric in your mouth as he dragged you by waist and under your arms as you kicked and thrashed.

Part Eleven

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[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie I want Lacai to give me kissing lessons (I'm a virgin who's never been kissed even though I'm in my 20s it's so embarrassing)

[Oh shut it, things will happen when they're supposed to happen, jfc. Fem reader. Also, terrible idea as a whole.]

TW: Dubcon.

Boy, he lucked out. Lacai really got lucky this time.

See, when Lord Vesper spends a little more time in the surface than usual, Lacai is allowed to wander. On a bit of a tight leash, but wander nonetheless. And when Lacai's crafty, when luck favors him, he can mingle with the perfect crowds.

What he didn't expect however, was to find someone amongst the crowds like you this time. A virgin. Cute, shy little thing. The type of human concubi in Lust would lick their lips at and claw each other over. He can picture it now, demons of all ranks circling around your helpless form like sharks in a tank, bloodshed and frenzied arousal, tugging at your clothes, groping, biting- You'd be ruined.

Which makes the impcubus all the more giddy to have you all to himself.

Lacai is shorter than you, and yet, when he first approached you, you nearly jumped out of your skin. He could hear your poor heart thunder against its ribcage, a hint of immediate desire muffled by the scent of great panic.

He had to beckon you somewhere quieter, hidden, to be able to have a real conversation with you, bring you out of your shell. This careful process is one that not all of his kin have patience or time for, but Lacai is no stranger to it, enjoying getting to know some of his meals on a deeper level. And besides, virgins should be treated with care. If he is to be your guide into shared carnality, then he must make more than a good impression.

Conversation flowed surprisingly easily between you two, gentle laughter and awe from your part as the imp regaled you with happenings from his home, his work. Most of them scandalous in some way or another... And, as time passed, the fear you exhibited started to melt, your tense shoulders relaxed, those small hints of want starting to grow into genuine thirst. Lacai himself blushed, the pull of a soul yet to experience sex being stronger on those of low-rank, he perspired faintly.

Without him even having to steer the topic too much, you eventually brought up your inexperience, your desire to experience things you claim most people your age already have. It struck him as a bit silly that you were complaining about it as if you were in a race to the finish line -When really these first experiences ought to not be rushed- But fiend that he is, Lacai was very quick to assure you that such a simple request could become reality.

You wanted experience?

You wanted a kiss from someone who's embraced many a lover before?

He'd do that for you.

It seems, much to his fortune, that sexuality isn't the only thing you are inexperienced in. Because anyone who has ever dealt with demons would think twice before accepting a transaction disguised as a favor.

You didn't.

You were as blind as a bat, seeing only your goals within reach, and not the teeth behind Lacai's smirk as he rested a hand on your cheek.

And so, committed to this, perhaps endeared by you, the dance started. With the servant of Lust setting up a specific time and place where the two of you meet, and he helps you "practice".

Truth be told, Lacai is getting a little too fond of these moments. Seeing the way your eyes light up with joy at the sight of him, how you shrink slightly in yourself but always manage some sort of cheeky greeting, your attention and the way you hang off his every motion is a sweet respite from his duties back in the Rings. Even if these moments are too wholesome for his tastes, leave him dreadfully famished by the end, Lacai finds them to be worth it. Because they're part of the game. Because he...

He's grown to like you. More than that, truly.

Which is interesting, he'd always thought himself a little too hedonistic to humor the idea of genuine love, something that isn't fleeting. The imp doesn't know where this is going, but he does know he wants to be a part of it.

He can dwell on it later, when he's not claiming your lips.

You were never a bad kisser. Timid, for sure, barely ghosting across his in your fear of upsetting Lacai, but not bad.

In fact, it's never been hard to sway you into the right movement. The way you're so responsive paired with his natural sensuality, the drunkenness of need, it all makes this learning process a lot easier than you were probably expecting it to be.

Every night you meet, Lacai takes it just a bit further. However much you're willing to humor.

It didn't take too long for him to be slipping his tongue into your mouth the same way he does now, playful yet full of fervor, every one of your explorative motions rewarded with more of his intensity and an encouraging moan.

A kiss from an incubus is a trap. A weapon. A deadly seal coated in saccharine promises you're too flustered to question. It's the lure that makes you set your foot in a bear trap with a smile on your face. All the tastes you've ever loved you shall find on his tongue and all the pleasures you've yearned for will manifest in your mind. To you, it's an unstoppable force.

You were never able to kiss him once and stop, as expected. From day one, you'd always follow when he would pull away, more for your sake than his. And he always took the care to stop when he thought you'd had enough to be kept wanton and anticipating the next time.

Lately though, it's getting harder to do such. Because the further Lacai lets himself go, the more he indulges you, the less willing he is to leave you- To leave a meal worth writing home about after sampling but the very tip of it. Painful.

" You're getting better. "

The impcubus praises as you part, having allowed you to take initiative just to see how far things had gotten. And while yes, you had made a lot of progress, swiftly on your way to becoming a better kisser than most humans- Most of his rabid enjoyment came from your touch, from the fantasies he keeps conjuring of you putting your lips elsewhere.

" You- You think so? "

The demon nods eagerly, a hand on the back of your head bringing you forward to lick the sheen off your lips, bite at your bottom one. His breathing was quick but yours came faster, it was something of an open secret that neither of you were doing this for the sake of learning anymore.

The next kiss is rougher courtesy of his excitement, but you can handle it, he's made sure of it. It's nothing new, even as his clawed fingers drift to your neck, tracing your throat and darting to your sides, hungrily groping, pulling you closer. A growl of his has you shivering just the way Lacai likes it, and he wonders for how much longer he can keep things tame.

His drool starts taking, as it always does.

Pretty eyes turn glassy, you nearly sway in his grasp, overheated, disoriented. You lean onto his pervy fondling and Lacai purrs his delight openly. A stream of soft, almost pleading noises dies muffled on his tongue, and he has to tense his every muscle not to throw you to the ground, show you what lies beyond hidden kisses- Make you feel it all firsthand, fuck you over and over and over and over so that you learn to be the very best. Trained by Vesper's head servant. Trained to be a fine example of his Ring's standards.

Lacai's greedy left hand finishes its trip up your thigh by dipping between your legs. The touch alone, even through your pants, is enough to sober you up some. When your legs try to close around his hand, either to trap it there or in a futile effort to remove it, he grins and presses harder against your core, another desperate gasp falling out of your slightly swollen lips.

" Mm, what's that face for? " He teases when you offer him a scandalized look.

" It's not all just kissing, you know honeybee? "

Lacai takes advantage of your contemplative silence to move his fingers towards your zipper, pulling it down playfully.

" What are you going to do when you want to move onto the next steps? I can help you prepare for that... "

" And then I can teach you how to touch others. " The concubus huddles closer, nearly panting. " After all, you have so much to learn... "

#Lacai oc #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #monsterfucker #terato tag #monster boyfriend #demon x reader #not sfw #minors dni

[saintsenara]

12, 14, 16, and 22 for Snape asks please

I am most interested in your view of Lily as a character. To me, she never really seemed to live up to the hype I see? Like, I get the point that she's supposed to be Harry's mother and is supposed to be seen as the one who can't do any harm because of the sacrifice and all that. But I don't know whether JK purposely or intentionally put, like, the worst flashbacks to portray her as angelic(?). If I remember correctly, she wasn't even talked about as much as James by Remus or Sirius, they had to add things about her in the movies.

I can't ever see Lily as a good friend to Severus. To others, maybe, but I feel like it was different with Severus. More like a complicated one that was give-and-take, including Severus. Severus, an abused poor boy from Cokeworth, who knew about the wizarding world and Lily, a girl brought up in a happy family, who knew nothing about the wizarding world. Severus was able to get a friend while Lily gained knowledge of the wizarding world. But the one thing that cements this view of mine is the line where it says that Lily looks as if she was about to smile when Severus was being flipped over. Plus, I don't care if anyone says that she tried to defend him, but girl couldn't even use her wand or take points off as Prefect?? Girl was literally making a show, or whatever you want to call it.

Sorry about the rant, but I'm all for a good friend Lily in fics but when people say she was like that in canon? Maybe at times, but not when it mattered. I'd love to hear your opinion though.

thank you for the ask, @be-at-peace05!

[snape ask game here]

12. if you had to choose a golden trio era student to be snape's friend, who would it be and why?

while i don’t subscribe to the idea that he’s his godson, snape’s affection for draco malfoy does seem to be completely sincere. malfoy is also possessed of the sort of intellectual curiosity which snape obviously values (for example, how he figures out how to repair the vanishing cabinet - it’s genuinely impressive, and the fact that this is what he might be doing is certainly something which doesn’t occur to anyone in the order) and, while there’s no doubt that snape probably has as little interest in hearing him whine about everything as lucius does, i can see them having some genuinely fulfilling chats about potions. after all, malfoy gets an outstanding at owl, he must be good at the subject and he does seem to be interested in it.

14. what do you think is snape's favourite potion to prepare?

veritaserum. you just know he was chuckling to himself the whole time he was whipping that fake batch up for umbridge.

16. were you ever a snater? how and when did you become a snover?

i’m also extremely theatrical and fond of chemistry, so snape was always my boy.

i’m also capable of understanding the genre conventions which govern children’s literature and which require him to act as he does, so even when he was being a cock to various children we were chill.

22. do you think that lily was a good friend to snape?

well… this is the big one.

and the answer is no - but.

i always think it’s worth, before discussing lily, doing some quick acknowledgement of her narrative role in the story, which is a major contributing factor to why she feels a bit of a flop in person compared to the way she’s built up by other characters.

lily’s characterisation in canon is primarily hamstrung by two things. the first, as you note, is that her sacrificial role within the story requires a certain degree of perfection - not least because the harry potter series borrows heavily from the genre conventions of christian literature. lily is the analogy for the virgin mary - as we see when her purity of spirit succeeds in inflicting the first defeat on the satan-coded voldemort which will then be fulfilled by harry-as-the-resurrected-christ in the final stages of deathly hallows. obviously, a marian symbol is denied the complexity of other women - and that’s without even getting into the fact that the series has an extremely limited view of what ‘good’ motherhood is.

the second issue is that the text needs to keep lily’s centrality to the mystery hidden for as long as possible, not least because it needs to obscure snape’s true loyalties - and the role lily played in triggering them - until the very end of the seven-book series. this is the reason why sirius and lupin only speak about her once (after harry sees snape’s worst memory - and, even then, they’re mostly talking about james) and why harry’s self-conception is rooted entirely in his father - or in characters like sirius who are stand-ins for james - until half-blood prince, when the narrative begins to suggest that his mother is much more important than harry has previously given her credit for.

[the best way to illustrate this is to note that harry doesn’t give a shit in order of the phoenix that snape calls his mother a mudblood. his primary concern is that his father was a bully and that sirius aided and abetted him - when he thinks about lily, his concern is only that she doesn’t seem to like james, and his worry that his father forced her into a relationship. he doesn’t raise the fact that snape called lily a mudblood with sirius and lupin, and he doesn’t mention it to anyone else. but he cares - viscerally - about the slur at the end of half-blood prince, once the narrative is explicitly trying to convince the reader that snape is an unambiguous villain.]

these narrative necessities are a heavy burden for the canonical lily - and so i think she deserves some grace when it comes to how we analyse her behaviour in the snapshots of her as a real person we get in canon.

because of course she’s not perfect. why should she be? teenage girls are allowed to be less than flawless people - even towards their best friends.

[as an aside here, i think we have to be very careful - in our reading and our writing - not to replicate the contempt that jkr has for women who don’t fit her narrow view of ideal female behaviour. jkr loathes bitchy, girly, flighty, butch, rude, vapid, ugly women - just look at anything she’s ever said about pansy parkinson - and she tends to write her heroines - ginny and hermione chief among them - as that perfect not-like-other-girls storm of exactly pretty and clever and popular and brave enough to be worthy, but not so pretty as to be vain or clever as to be haughty or popular as to be slutty or brave as to be villainous. lily gets this treatment - and i think this drives the tendency of readers who dislike the way she behaves in canon to be hyper-critical of her characterisation. but the issue with this is that it’s also confining ‘good’ women to narrow boxes - while, all too often, allowing male characters a complexity their female counterparts are not permitted.]

which is to say: no, lily isn’t a good friend to snape. but he’s not a good friend to her either.

the issue that the two of them have is that they each relate to the other as though the other is the version of them that they’ve constructed in their head. they never take each other as they actually are.

it’s clear in canon that lily never moves beyond seeing snape as the child - devoted only to her - whose role was to teach her about the wonderful world of magic, and who acted primarily as a tool of her own self-actualisation. this is the reason why she can’t understand why snape is so concerned about fitting in at hogwarts - above all, why he wants to be friends with mulciber and avery - or why she never realises that he wants to be reassured of her affection for him versus the marauders, or why she doesn’t take what happens to him at the marauders’ hands seriously until she is made a part of it by james, or why she doesn’t understand snape’s relationship to his own social class and its role within slytherin. she simply doesn’t conceive of him as someone who exists for himself or who has a life of his own - he exists for her.

and snape thinks the same - he sees himself as the person who gave lily the wizarding world and, therefore, as the person who gets to dictate how she understands it. this is the reason why he can’t understand why she pushes back on his defence of mulciber’s use of dark magic (since he - in a very voldemort-ish move - clearly thinks that applying boundaries to what magic can and should be studied is gatekeeping), or why she doesn’t agree with him that the death eaters will help him, or why she’s upset when he’s rude to petunia, or why she leans into the performance of class expected from muggleborns (sucking up to slughorn, taking her pureblood husband’s name) in a time of increasing sectarian tension. she exists for him.

this assessment obviously makes them both sound incredibly cruel, but actually this is the way that childhood friendships often go. it’s very easy to see how the fact of being the only two magical children in cokeworth was validating for both snape and lily, and how this formed a tie between them which was very fierce but very brittle - which was never going to do anything other than shatter as they grew older, especially as they became aware of things like social structure, political affiliation, and sexual desire. it’s cruel of lily to laugh at snape’s poverty - absolutely - but it’s also the way that lots of teenagers who haven’t entirely grappled with their own relationship to society behave, and it’s also true that acting up in front of a boy you fancy is a time-honoured tradition which can also cause you to be quite cruel. lily isn’t nice by any means when snape is being attacked by james and sirius, but she doesn’t have to be. she just has to be human.

there are two final points which i think it’s worth being aware of:

the first is that snape evidently stands out as one of the few visibly working-class students in the castle [so much so that i have a meta in my drafts about whether or not hogwarts is a selective school] and the fact that he is obviously targeted for his poverty is cruel, and i understand why it makes many fans want to defend him - particularly given the fandom’s fondness for glorifying aristocracy and wealth.

but lily is also an other in wizarding society. i think it’s often not taken as seriously as it should be by snape fans just how terrified she must have been for her own safety, particularly from the later 1970s onwards, when all the evidence of canon is that voldemort is about to win. the wizarding world is set up to exclude her just as much as it is snape, and while we can and should be critical how her response to his poverty is unfair, we have to do the same for his outright refusal to acknowledge that she is subjected to discrimination on the basis of her blood status.

the second is that we don’t actually know if lily was a prefect - she was head girl, but james managed to become head boy without having been one. the person we do know was a prefect was remus lupin. if we’re criticising anyone for failing to intervene, it should be him.

#snape ask game #severus snape #lily evans #asks answered

[angel-of-sweet-revenge]

I have so much respect for Michael Arclight. Out of all the Yugioh Zexal characters I would want to fight, this guy is at the bottom of the list.

Not just because he's an adorable sweetheart, despite the no doubt horrible life he's had- being taken away at a young age to god knows where with only his brother (who's about two years older than him) and having only him for who even knows how long, then taken out by their oldest brother only to realize now they have to fight for their insane father's extremely convoluted revenge plot.

But also, uh... this guy went to STAB Heartland BEFORE dueling him. Just "huh, that didn't work. Card games it is, then." It's both hilarious and terrifying.

Can only imagine Michael went "I know exactly how to deal with the Barians. First we-" "Play card games and buy time for Yuma." Chris is nodding sagely. Michael just puts away whatever weapon he's got. "Or we could do that."

I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN HERE THIS LONG 😭😭😭 IT WENT TO DRAFTS AND DIDNT POST

The good thing though is that today couldn't be a more appropriate day to answer this /hj

I genuinely adore Michael so much. He's genuinely sweet and I love that in any situation he's the protective one. He just gives incredibly wholesome vibes, like old libraries and cafes, being the kid who always helps others with homework and will study with you if you ask nicely, but at the same time he is no pushover and he will stand up for others and then himself. He's just a little unhinged, but I wouldn't even call him unhinged, just so protective that he's gonna do whatever it takes to protect someone he loves. I too would never wanna fight Michael, dear god if I had to fight him I would cry /.

And also, he was never out to hurt anyone to begin with. Even though he was involved in some pretty messed up stuff, his goal wasn't to hurt or take his pain out on others, it was just to help his family. It was only after Yuma accidentally triggered him that he snapped, and honestly who can blame him? I'd snap too in his position. Actually now I'm thinking of it, that situation right now hits close to home- my family situation is less than ideal right now and I always feel like I'm going to cry whenever I hear about loving families, so I can only imagine what that poor boy was feeling. But the important part is, he never wanted to hurt anyone. Quattro/Thomas outright found pleasure in hurting others (considering his trauma I'm not surprised, I will acknowledge that even though he is my least favourite arclight brother because he's too much like my sister), and I'm not sure if I fully remember correctly but Quinton/Christopher was apathetic at least (I do not fault him at all he's the eldest and as an eldest child I believe he has all the right to go batshit insane). Michael? Michael remained sweet and caring, and his heart remained good. He was always a good person at heart, even more so than his brothers. Of course, the fact that he always behaved himself is a sign of trauma itself (being the good kid to try bring everyone together vibes are strong from him) but even so there was something so genuine about it, and it seemed he was actually becoming friends with Yuma, had he not been understandably been triggered by remembering what he didn't have.

Either way, Michael is just one of the sweetest characters in Zexal, and one of my favourites overall. He genuinely isn't out to hurt anyone, and if he is it's to protect someone, and he's just so damn cute. Also I firmly believe he fences (mostly because I fence)

#thanks for the ask anon :D #FORGIVE ME FOR THE LATE POST AHHH #but at least i have something for Trey Day :DDD #he's just the sweetest lil guy and i love him so much #zexal #michael arclight #trey zexal #iii (zexal)

[mageofseven]

Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 9

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

Later in the day, Barbatos left the room to go make his birdie more food. After everything that has happened, the butler was determined to keep his pregnant boyfriend happy and well-fed.

However, he had what he saw as an unfortunate run-in with Lucifer.

The pride demon could feel is friend staring daggers at him, but he still approached him.

"Could we please talk for moment?"

Barbatos huffed.

"I'd rather not." He said curtly before stepping around his friend.

Sadly, that wasn't the end of the interaction since the other man kept following him.

"I'd just like to talk over--"

Barb spun around, eyes pinned on the Avatar of Pride.

"You may be one of the lords of this land." He began. "You may be my master's partner. You may be my poor birdie's brother...but if you were truly my friend or truly cared for Mammon, you would not have said such words."

Aaaaannnnd that cut the pride demon deep.

Lucifer glared right back at him.

"You have no right to tell me how I feel about my brother."

Barbatos took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.

"My little bird believes in the goodness of your heart, even after all you have done." He told Lucifer. "Though I lack trust for you at this stage, I still ask that you do not disappoint him."

Lucifer's eyes softened.

"I've always done my best for Mammon." Even know, Lucifer's mind flashes to the boy in the closet; that's the version of him that the oldest sees whenever he closes his eyes. "I will not pretend to be perfect, but I always do my best for him."

Barbatos pressed his lips together, staring down the demon in front of him as his thoughts raced.

In the end, he sighed.

"Mammon needs you to do better." The butler explained. "I have learnt that you are not to blame for most of his issues. However, you do aggravate them and cause my little bird to spiral."

Lucifer grimaced.

"I...take it he told you about Michael."

Barb nodded.

The pride demon sighed.

"I should have known sooner..." He shook his head. "If I had only known, I could have saved him sooner."

The butler frowned.

"According to Mammon...you came just in time." He assured. "Even after so long, he truly admires you for what you did."

"As if there's any thing to admire." Luce said bitterly. "I did what I was supposed to...yet I should have never trusted Michael to begin with. I was fooled, same as the others, and so my timing was late simply by letting it happen at all."

Silence hung between the two men before Barbatos spoke.

"You still have not moved passed that day, have you?"

Lucifer was quiet for a minute before shaking his head.

"My first failure."

That was how the man saw it. He was an archangel and caretaker of children, despite being a child himself.

Mammon saw him as this powerful, capable man back then, but the truth was very different; Lucifer was physically fifteen during that period of time, but to a child who physically only presented as six year old, that must have seen like an age of someone old and capable, especially when Lucifer was in the position he was in.

Barbatos stared as his friend, gaze firm but no longer sharp.

"You will accept my little bird's decision and will no longer try persuading him into doing away with our child."

"Of course." Luce nodded.

Barb stared at him a moment longer, taking time to sense him out. When he felt his friend's genuineness, he sighed.

"Alright, that is all I ask...my friend."

Everything about this was complicated, but letting turmoil fester was not good for anyone, least of all his birdie and their upcoming child.

Peace was better for everyone, as long as it can be maintained.

After that, Barbatos headed to the kitchen just as he originally planned to make his love some food.

Lucifer, obviously still in the mood of making amends, joined the butler with the task. Barb had no issues with this and was grateful for the help of making up for lost time so he could get the food to Mammon sooner.

In the end, both friends brought the food to the hungry man waiting in bed.

Mammon raised an eyebrow.

"...what's happenin' now?"

Surprising the younger brother, it was Lucifer carrying the tray of food.

He brought it over to his brother and sat it down on the greed demon's lap before pursing his lips.

"I...I was out of line earlier." He admitted. "Mammon...you are an adult who is perfectly capable of making decisions for your own life. This...this your body and this is your child. If your decision is to keep it then I will accept it just as I should have before. I...worry for you, but that doesn't mean I should try to control you."

Mammon's face went red.

"Uh...thanks." He muttered, not really good at this sort of thing, but loved it nonetheless. "I know you care 'bout me and that's why you do n' say what you do. Even when it hurts...I know ya care."

Yeah, peace was best for this growing family. It will be difficult and require all those involved to grow as people, but they just might be able to do it.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mammon #obey me barbmams #obey me lucifer

[someone-you-do-not-know]

No, but Julien Sorel (Stendhal's The Red and the Black, 1830) is so babygirl. Poor little meow meow. Scrungly. Blorbo. All of those. He's such a Tumblr sexy man, and no one gets it, because no one is sitting down to read the 500+ pages of boring nothing plot and vapid, unlikeable characters.

I know this.

And yet, I must shout into the void. My man, my idiot boy, he thinks he's so special because he can recite the Bible in Latin. And oh, look, those from his village agrees, so the mayor lets him teach Latin to the kids, so he can save up money and go to seminary school to become a priest. Everyone loves him (except his family, they always mistreated him) – some love him a bit too much.

So what does he do? He starts a love affair with the mayor's wife. And it's such a silly one too, every touch, every look, everything you can imagine is just so sentimentally romantic. She is pure and good. He is very bad™ at flirting, playing mind games and following a bunch of rules of his own making, instead of being genuine. But another girlie is in love with Julien and tells the world of their village about their love affair, so Julien is sent to seminary.

Here, you'd think this fucking nerd could keep his nose down in his books, but no. He had to go and get involved with a Jansenist, who then leaves, leaving Julien exposed to anyone who disagrees with Jansenism (hint, that's most people in France of that time). However, before he leaves, he helps getting Julien set up as a private secretary.

Wouldn't you know it? The man Julien is secretary for is not only involved in a plot to reinstate the former royalty to power in France, and has a daughter. Is she beautiful? Julien doesn't think so, but she has charm.

So he fucks her in the carriage. Or does he? Would you believe him if he said so? What if the narrator is for once telling the truth, and nothing happened? Who knows? Point is, he and Mathilde start a very stormy courtship and love affair, and although Julien, the dumbass, loves her, he also still loves his milf. Two timing motherfucker. Can't commit for shit.

And I mean that. He can't commit. Not to one girl, not to a profession, not to anything. That's what the title is about too – the red is the military, the black is the priest robes. He started the latter, but actually ends up in the former, but we're not that far yet.

Then he participates in the plot, but see, Julien Sorel is a special kind of idiot, so despite how he wants to be on the inside of such a thing, he'd love to have all the secret info, he doesn't fucking realise what he's doing. He gives the last heir to the French throne a message that was so secret he had to recite it from memory, AND DOESN'T REALISE HE'S HELPING A LEGITIMIST PLOT. "Lol, I'm just helping my employer and feeling blue because my gf doesn't love me," licherally, how stupid are you, boy?!

Anyway, the whole secret legitimist plot fails (duh, France doesn't have a king today) and is written about in a way that you, just like Julien, don't really know what the fuck is happening, and it just seems like boring politics.

Now Julien, he's not disinterested in politics (he's just a foolish boy who doesn't grasp the intricacies even when they are slapping him in the face), but, see, he has the Marius Pontmercy complex. He's in a world after Napoleon, but wants to live during Napoleon. Many such cases. But Julien, he doesn't just wish he could've supported Napoleon, no. He views himself as the modern day Napoleon, yet with all his ambition, he never manages to do anything at all. Lots of good things are offered to him, true love, humble but good work, but no! He only wants glory. Yet, he never snatches it for himself.

His second conquest (third, really, but who's counting the girl he only seduced to get Mathilde? Not me) has many results. They almost get married. She is pregnant. He is knighted. Maybe not in this order.

Now, The Red and the Black doesn't have much that happens, so I haven't cared about spoiling, but the next part is actually a spoiler.

So, anyway, Julien dies, because he's too stubborn to live. Both women who loves him plead for him to live, but he chooses to die, because he can't see a place in society for him, a lowborn man with wit, but remember, he's also very stupid. He's the clever kind of stupid, and just like with the whole rest of his life, he is hypocritical and can't make up his mind on anything. He could have tried to live, just as he could have tried to commit to anything, but he never did. But no, instead, he wants to be a martyr.

At the very end, he realises his own laziness, his own tendency to copy paste from others, and his true, first love cements (this is after he has shot her and she survived). He sees himself as better, and in death, he is perhaps better. But he's also dead. Even his death is a copy, since he dies by guillotine, like so many others before him.

In the end, I do love him. he's a ridiculous, silly fella, his head has so much air in it that he could fly, and whether you read the ending as a condemnation of his inaction or as a diagnosis of French Restoration society's distaste for young men of the people, Julien Sorel compels me in a way like few other characters.

He's blorbo from my book.

#the red and the black #stendhal #being silly #tw death #classical literature #french literature

[livingmybestfakelife]

Travelin’ Woman

gifs by @kojiandrew @peakyblinded @thepeakygurl

It was almost time for your father’s annual fund raiser ball, one that has been thrown by your family as far back as 1870. The YLN family is one of the most popular and well connected old money families in America, mainly in both politics and merchandising. With a background like yours image was everything, it was one of your families many god given gifts, nice hair, skin and sense of style came with the signature YLN brand.

As much as your father attempted to keep you tamed and under his thumb, you couldn’t be bothered to let yourself be obsessed with the family business and possibly taking over one of the many positions one day. You despised the stuffiness of it all and instead enjoyed being one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Boston and even all of America. Mothers desperately wanted you to notice their sons and prepared the young men into making sure that they knew as much about you as they could to possibly woo you, the most half of them gotten close to getting was one date. You weren’t ready to settle down and have a media circus of a wedding to a man also apart of an affluent family.

“You plan on proposing to her again tonight, you do realize that she will say no again?”

“She’ll give in one day, I just know it”

“And what if she’s already snatched up by that pretty boy newspaper heir from Boston by then?”

Arthur chimed in, he chuckled at the way his brother and Jack were going nuts over one woman, one who he never thought would make his little brother look like such a fool. He knew you had good looks and a charismatic personality don’t get him wrong, but he thought Tommy was stronger than that and would fight it, but stranger things have happened.

“Fucking hell…you serious?”

“Very, you should’ve seen his face when we showed up to his office to have a talk with him, he knew he didn’t have a choice but to expose his secret…I kinda feel sorry for the poor bloke”

“Well he sure does put on a good ladies man act, you gents were ready to give him a long dirt nap…well who else knows besides us three?”

“Just God”

Nathan had begged them not to tell anyone, that he didn’t mean for it to look like he was your next boyfriend for however many years. It surprised him that they decided to keep it between all of them, Tommy believed that what a man does in his personal life was his own business, and Jack, though a devout Catholic and conservative man felt pretty much the same way and left it be, as long as his reasoning for being so close to you was obviously nothing more than a genuine friendship, he couldn’t bother to care who he really was.

A knock on the double glass doors of the back of the pub interrupted their conversation, Arthur opened it to see a man he never seen before, smartly dressed with a fur coat.

“And who the fuck are you mate? You got an invitation to be back here or something?”

“Arthur it’s alright, state your name and the reason for you being here, I’m sure you saw the big sign on the door outside that the pub is closed”

“I came to speak with a Mr. Thomas Shelby and Mr. Jack Nelson, I believe Jack is the American one”

“That I am, who wants to know?”

He walks in further into the room with his hands up in surrender, he gives them a slight smirk and gestures to the table.

“May I have a seat? I promise I come in peace”

Tommy nods and the man goes to sit, he looks at the three men, studying them in a way.

“The reason of my visit is it discuss a common issue”

“That being?”

“YN YLN”

Jack perks up and leans forward, ready to pounce just in case this mysterious gentleman lied about coming in peace.

“What about her?”

“Well Mr. Nelson…she owes me a wedding ring, a signed marriage certificate and at least three children”

“Ohhhh fucking hell you too?” Arthur laughs at the man who sounds exactly like what his brother has been whining about all of these years about you, he stops his moment of amusement when Tommy glares at him.

“My name is Brilliant Chang, I met YN in London at one of my restaurants that I had just opened back in 1913, that woman…that woman knew that she had me the moment she and I locked eyes, we had our fun together, as the both of you know, and just when I began to talk about us finally becoming serious she gave me some bullshit excuse about how she couldn’t give me what I wanted, that she wasn’t that kind of woman, you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out recently that she popped out two children for you and one for Mr. Shelby, you couldn’t get her marry you no, but even I couldn’t even get her to quit flushing out my sperm after we fucked”

He slammed his fist on the table, clearly enraged with how you dogged him and easily moved on from it, the room was silent as he went to light himself a cigarette, his breathing still at a fast rate.

“Mr. Chang I don’t know where your mindset is right now, but you look ready to kill”

“If it wasn’t for her being a mother I would consider it” is what he wanted to say but he knew he couldn’t, they could easily pump him full of lead for even thinking about hurting you.

“No…how could I ever want to hurt the only woman I’ve ever truly loved?”

He stands up and heads towards the door to leave, but not before one last say.

“Look at us huh, how can one woman make all of us crazy? All the women walking this fucking Earth but she’s the one we’re fighting over? You think she has a spell on us or something?”

“She doesn’t need to Mr. Chang, those YLN women have a talent of turning all of their men into fools”

He chuckles and walks out of the pub with the room still heavy with tension.

“YN YLN…the rabbit hole goes deep with that woman innit?” Arthur says to himself but loud enough that it the other two could hear him, he himself goes to leave the room to poor himself a drink, he’s heard enough sap to write a romance novel about for today.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #jack nelson #jack nelson imagine #brilliant chang

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 13

Ch 83

“Lorcan didn’t even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor.”

Ew

That’s so nasty

I know this is supposed to be funny but ew

Why did he let her do that… Twice….

“Gavriel is still my brother,” Lorcan said, his eyes flashing.

Are they like; actually brothers, or is this a Cassian/Azriel kinda brotherhood?

I still kinda want to know how insestuous this relationship between Aelin and Rowan is

They seem to just be comfortably in love even though they’re related, way, waaaay back on the family tree

Aedion has a different heritage - so he should probably get to know a little bit about it before he starts flirting with someone who might be his uncle or whatever

Not that I think Aedion is going to flirt with Lorcan

I guess anything’s possible

But

Yeah

And OMG THESE TWO STILL WON’T CONSUMMATE.

This is getting absurd.

Rowan, listen closely boy.

Do you know what you’re putting me through? For the love of god. We fought so hard for this happy ending. It can be gentle lovemaking, you don’t HAVE to fuck her hard. It’s ALSO OK if you just say you want to wait; but my god, putting it off because you’re scared of hurting her? What kind of insane acrobatics are you planning!

Ch 84

That tone shift, though! Dorian, it’s such a trip to be back in your headspace and to be faced with how much of a bad person I am every time I have to read from your point of view.

Like I genuinely feel so bad, for caring about happy endings and sex and love and stuff, when this guy is literally going through hell even AFTER getting rescued from his situation.

I’m so sorry, Dorian. I know it’s not going to be immediate for you. You work it out. You take all the time you need, baby. That was a lot of sorrow and trauma you have had to endure.

But listen

Listen

All your friends are here now. And we’re all gonna be here with you no matter what. You are so loved and you are so cherished and everything is gonna be alright now, everything is gonna be better, you’ll see.

It just takes time.

CHAOL.

Oh my god, WHAT

I was holding on so hard to my beliefs! I’m glad you’re not dead! But I did not expect anyone to come out of that facing any actual stakes or horrible consequences! Oh yikes

Poor Chaol

Why wasn’t Rowan able to heal him!

MAGIC IS FREE

Can he not be healed, or is Rowan, just like, kinda rusty at it and used most of his ability to heal himself first?

And Dorian just being like, it’s cool, we’ll send you away to get a magic healer??? Dorian. I think it’s like, a really bad idea to send him away to another continent with a fractured spine after only three days of healing! Give him six weeks, at LEAST, he’s only human

“You might not even want a crippled man.”

CHAOL don’t you dare, you are still the same man, whether you get the use of your legs back or not! You are a hero. And you should be PROUD OF YOURSELF for how well you stood up against the forces of evil! And you should be ACCEPTING of everything this woman wants to give you! She loves you no matter what! And Dorian loves you too! You. Are. Loved. Don’t be down on yourself, because, you only have one body, and it might not be able to heal, and even if that’s true, it changes nothing.

Ch 85

I am very sad to see Elide and Manon parting ways here.

“When war comes - which it will if Perrington survived - you should hope you do not see me again, Elide Lochan.”

Manon please.

I’m begging you. Manon, see her again, stay with her, don’t do this to me Manon, you are breaking my heart

Please, don’t go, I love you so much

Ch 86

Lysandra traced a finger over the coat of arms that Aelin had designed. “What’s the territory called?”

“I have no idea,” Aelin said. “‘Lysandria’ sounds good. So does ‘Lysandrius,’ or maybe ‘Lysandraland.’”

Not to sound like a broken record but this is peak Game of Thrones for me lol

Lysandra is the Bronn, the cool guy that you never expected to become a Lord of a holdfast but like, you just can’t help but love and root for, lol

I mean seriously

It’s giving me good feels

I feel so young and full of hope lol

(Don’t you dare break my heart SJM don’t you pull a GRRM on me)

Ch 87

“She put a hand on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and he yelped as she brought her iron teeth close to his ear. “Just because she is dead, Lord, do not think that I will forget what you tried to do to her.”

I love you Manon. You are such a heartthrob. Please eat him. The last lingering hope of my ship, sailing off into the distance, with each step that Elide limps away, but if you eat him, I think I’ll at least have all the closure I need.

Ch 88

This is lingering a lot and I’m getting bored

Wrap it up, c’mon

“And through the darkness of his memories, through the pain and despair and terror he’d tried to forget, a name echoed in his head.” Well well well.

That’s a pretty, um, strong follow up act to a gentle soft sweetheart like Sorscha, but I’d also really like to see you get your heart fully healed.

What the hell, why not. Manon x Dorian feels a bit random and heteronormative for my babe, but, I’m ready for it. When you’re ready, Dorian, Manon will probably drink your blood and make you beg her to do it.

Ch 89

“One night - just one gods-damned night with him was all she wanted.”

YEAH ME TOO

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

I can’t believe you two didn’t get the chance to have sex even ONCE in this whole 600 page book. Incredible.

You owe me Aelin.

You owe me big.

Final thoughts? I liked it! I think I liked Heir of Fire ever so slightly more, since we were just getting introduced to Rowan and the world of magic and stuff - so it wasn’t as annoying as the will/they won’t/they plot that went on in this book. SJM really knows how to draw it out, yikes.

I know. I KNOW. It’s not all about the romance. There’s a larger overarching story here too. I DID appreciate the story of this one, but it also sucked, because Dorian broke my damn heart every single time he was on screen. I want to see him heal from his sadness and sorrow and trauma, I think, personally I’m drawn to continue reading this series specifically so I can learn more about whatever’s next for him.

Loved all the badass lady characters in this one, endured the story (which dragged in quite a few places), and I’m still struggling through a dry spell when it comes to romance.

#tog read along 2023 #queen of shadows

[markantonys]

path of daggers chapter 7-20

perrin seeing a woman who looks exactly like an older version of elayne getting all huffy about andor and the lion throne: huh, wonder who she could be

for real, if perrin had hung out with his best friend’s girlfriend one (1) time in tear he totally would’ve heard the name lini, or if he’d hung out more with mat and asked about his trip to the palace he would’ve heard the name tallanvor (pretty dumb of morgase’s party to not ALL go by fake names just in case), and he would right now know exactly what’s what. talking to your friends saves lives, people! this also goes to show how cut off perrin is from the other characters - rand, mat, egwene, or nynaeve would’ve either recognized morgase on sight or would’ve quickly pieced it together from having heard elayne talk about her mom and lini.

i’m hankering sooooo bad for a trakand family reunion now that they’ve all gone down/been forced down such different paths. the 3 kids especially - 1 being a whitecloak, 1 a tower aes sedai ally, and 1 a rebel aes sedai means they’re all 3 on opposing sides of each other, and i really want to see that dug into beyond the brief elayne and galad encounter in book 5. i’m dyyyyying for elayne and gawyn in particular to cross paths again, it would hurt like a BITCH and boy do i want that pain (although, poor gawyn, elayne is his raison d’etre in his pov and in her pov elayne NEVER thinks about him lmao). give me my Siblings Torn Apart By War angst!

i am probably the only person in the entire history of the world to read wheel of time and think “you know what this needs? MORE gawyn.” i just think he’s neat.

tallanvor is so annoying to me and i don’t know why. i just can’t stand him for some reason. genuinely think it might be a lingering grudge from that one time 5 books ago when he scolded mat for putting a flower in his hair. anyone who denies my boys the opportunity to wear flowers in their hair is my enemy for life (looking at you, green man).

me, knowing full well that mat is not in this book and is nowhere near ghealdan, reading that perrin sees a man in a broad-brimmed hat approaching: [beyonce meme voice] MAT???

but it turns out to be elyas. also pretty dope, i will admit! i’ve been wondering if we’d ever see him again. whoa i 100% forgot he used to be a warder.

we learn for the first time that the warder bond can be masked and that this is handy for sex. perrin is shook to realize that aes sedai fuck sometimes jfkgh

“i love her! why would i shout at her?” aww perrin ❤️ this is the most reasonable thing any wheel of time character has ever said on the subject of romantic relationships lmao also, elyas is the king of showing up out of the blue and infodumping key knowledge to help out perrin’s life, first with the wolf stuff and now with saldaean culture (although i thought perrin already figured this out from meeting faile’s parents so i’m not sure why he’s still like “wait, faile wants me to lose my temper sometimes????”)

tangent but i’ve seen many people annoyed that elyas was pushed to s2, arguing that it delayed perrin’s storyline, but i disagree. in the book it was SO RANDOM how this wolf guy just showed up and was like “hey kid you can talk to wolves” before perrin had even noticed anything on his own. i much prefer the show’s approach of perrin figuring it out a little by himself in s1 and then getting a proper mentor in s2 (at least according to casting speculation). and say what you will about laila and all that, but it 100% gave perrin a real and scary reason to be afraid of violence and his own strength, as opposed to book perrin who’s just like “i’m Very Big and that could cause problems if i’m not careful.”

faile telling perrin under her breath what to say so that he’ll look smart in front of alliandre hjkfg girlboss/malewife rights! they really are such a wonderful ship at their best, it’s a shame their worst is so bad.

alliandre going “wow perrin is so good at daes dae’mar” when perrin was actually spending the entire conversation thinking “oh my god i have no idea what’s going on faile help” this is such tgh rand energy i love it

“if not for perrin, faile thought she might actually have liked [berelain]” god i want that.............what is the POINT of this love triangle which 2 of 3 parties don’t want to be involved in! why can’t berelain and faile just become friends!

constantly annoyed by how the Bad Aiel Women (sevanna & co) all Wear Too Much Jewelry and Expose Too Much Bosom and Care Too Much About Silks, and how this is brought up every 5 sentences during every single scene they’re in

“[cadsuane] had not met many people she considered formidable, but sorilea was one. perhaps even a match for herself, in some ways.” game recognizes game! if only lini could be here to complete the trio

“strong endures; hard shatters.” “[rand] confuses them. he needs to be strong, and makes himself harder. too hard, already, and he will not stop until he is stopped. he has forgotten how to laugh except in bitterness; there are no tears left in him.” 😭😭😭😭 baby boy............

“the storm was coming? light, [rand] was the storm!” SEXY!!!! as always, rand pulling rank and yelling at people and ordering them around is 🥵

i yearn for soft rand. i’m wildly into hard rand. i contain multitudes.

literally sobbing over rand being close-ish to ebou dar and knowing that the seanchan have taken it over. go stop them! go rescue mat! be his knight in shining armor!

rand sits on a table, Rand Bisexual Sitting counter +1. man i can’t wait to watch josha’s rand sprawling about in chairs wearing fancy silk coats. and pulling rank and yelling at people. that’s gonna Awaken something in me.

nice to catch up a bit with the black tower, if by letter instead of in person. kinda wish rand had spent more time there so we could’ve seen more of what the training is like. we learn that a lot of them are either dying in training or are slipped poison in their wine after showing signs of madness 💔

rand hears about the damage done by elayne’s unweaving, though he doesn’t know the cause. UGH (avi)matrandlayne are all SO CLOSE to each other and yet so far! it hurts!!! fuck you, pattern! weave them back together right now!

“not a mild tone - [rand] could not manage that - yet heartening, he hoped.” 😭 “you’ll be with me to the last battle. i promise it.” i’ll admit i accidentally saw the fate of the character he’s addressing (if i’m remembering the name right) while flipping to the end to see how many pages the book was, but even if i hadn’t that’s a Character Death Toll if ever i saw one lmao

“rand had not realized he had spoken any of his thoughts aloud.” this happens SO MUCH in these books and i go crazy every time. no one does that in real life! in all my 25 years on this earth i have never once had a train of thought, heard someone respond to it, and went “oh gee i didn’t realize i’ve actually been talking out loud this entire time.” agh! i guess rand maybe gets a pass for potential madness reasons, but for all other characters this happens to there’s no excuse!

egwene’s dream: “rand wearing different masks, until suddenly one of those false faces was no longer a mask, but him.” 🗡️💔

“recently all of her dreams about mat were pale and full of pain, like shadows cast by nightmares, almost as though mat himself were not quite real. that made her afraid for him, left behind in ebou dar, and gave her agonies of grief for sending him there” mat my baby 😭😭😭 mat and egwene’s friendship is so good, there really is so much love there. and nynaeve too with her grief about leaving mat behind earlier. kinda makes me laugh how mat is way more besties with egwene and nynaeve than with his alleged Actual Bestie perrin, who has not thought about him for several books and vice versa.

hilarious how everyone was so upset about the hot weather but now that winter’s back they’re like “no actually this sucks.” mat didn’t have his life ruined in ebou dar for this! show some gratitude you bastards!

egwene’s like “we gotta get rid of the three oaths, i love lying” lmao bless her. interesting debate with egwene pointing out rightly that the oaths will put them at a severe disadvantage against the seanchan and that being able to lie has helped her and siuan immensely vs. siuan pointing out rightly that the oaths are the only thing that keeps aes sedai in check and gives the general public any trust in them.

“where was gawyn? was he well? was he warm?” egwene being extremely relatable! (to nobody but me)

the Year of the Four Amyrlins! my inner roman history nerd is delighted

talmanes and other band members have Felt that mat needs them, a tugging south towards him, whoa! i think this is the first instance of a non-rand ta’veren pull. now if only mat would pull rand and elayne to him............

egwene smacks down the hall and makes them declare official war on elaida. YES so satisfying to see egwene showing them how steely she is after all this time of pretending to be weak and easily manipulated!

elayne rides mandarb with aviendha behind her, arms around her waist 🥰 interesting that elayne is sharing a horse with aviendha instead of with her warder (who’s sharing with nynaeve) 👀 i’m going to continue my Wingman Birgitte vision and say that this was birgitte’s idea as a matchmaking attempt.

“she and aviendha combed and brushed one another’s hair - a nightly ritual for near-sisters” your daily reminder that the maidens also told rand that his brushing aviendha’s hair would be considered an intimate romantic gesture “and then they snuggled tiredly into the canopied bed in a small room.” BEDSHARING!!!!! 📣📣📣 BEDSHARING BEDSHARING oh wait nynaeve and birgitte are also sharing that single bed with them. but still, BEDSHARING! man remember the cauthor bedsharing days of eotw? i miss it.

elayne complains about nynaeve’s elbows while sleeping and says that “birgitte flatly refused to change places, and [elayne] could not ask aviendha to endure the woman’s sharp prodding” not even Asking your gf to put up with your friend’s sleep-elbowing, THAT is true love! and i bet part of the reason why elayne doesn’t ask is bc she knows aviendha would trade places without hesitation, THAT is ALSO true love!

“with nynaeve and [elayne] and the other sisters at the head [of the riding party]. and aviendha, of course.” aviendha is just a given in elayne’s mind now 🥰

while traveling through the andoran countryside, in addition to getting info about how much support house trakand has, elayne also wants to learn what the common people’s biggest concerns are 🥰

WHAT on EARTH did elayne DO with that dildo smooth rod ter’angreal that made her wake up in her shift the next morning with everybody amused but refusing to tell her what happened????? give me your theories STAT i must know lmao

we are now 2/3 through the book and nothing’s really happened aside from the bowl being used, avilayne’s exciting escape from the seanchan, and egwene’s war declaration. it hasn’t been boring (aside from some stretches of perrin’s and egwene’s sections) but........nothing..............has happened.

#wot #wot book spoilers

[thestargirlfromoon]

Saeran x Reader

I reincarnated as an

extra believer of Mint Eye

Chapter 2

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Summary:

You reincarnated in your favorite otome game: Mystic Messenger.But you didn't reincarnate as the protagonist or the villain, you reincarnate as one of the random Mint Eye believer who is so irrelevant that you wasn't even mentioned in the game and have a mysterious past.Will you be able to survive trapped in a religious cult, being just an extra whose existence has no relevance in the story?you will be able to find a happy ending after falling madly in love with a hacker who love flowers and is one of the protagonist's love interests?

In the next day I found Ray again in the garden at night. this time I dared try to talk to him more.

As soon as Ray finished watering the garden, I called to him and patted the ground beside me to encourage him to lie down.

He just stood there trying to understand my actions, he was quite oblivious.

-Lie down here. I said simply and he was quiet for a confused moment, like a deer caught in headlights.

I turned my gaze to the sky thinking it was kind of clueless of me to talk to him so casually. I was going to open my mouth to apologize but before that he obeyed and cautiously lay down next to me.

We stay in a comfortable silence watching the clouds roll by. With each passing minute he seemed less tense with my presence.

-Look, that cloud looks like a flower! Ray spoke excitedly and I turned my gaze to him in surprise at his sudden animation, he noticed and looked a little embarrassed.

-S-sorry.he apologized embarrassed.

-Why are you apologizing? You do not do anything wrong.

"Sorr-" his voice cracked when he realized he was going to say the same thing.

-Did you eat right today? I asked.

-Huh?ah...did you eat?he tried to change the subject.

I sighed, he doesn't know how to take care of his own health at all, he's so frustrating.

-Wait for me here, I'll be right back. I got up without any explanation and went to the kitchen, got some fruit and sweets and came back.

- Eat some of these. I said casually taking a bite of an apple.

Ray seeing my determined expression, shyly picked some strawberries and started to eat.

We stayed for a while eating the fruits and sweets i brought looking at the sky until a believer came to us.

-Number C002 do you have a minute? a tall guy asked.

-Uhm yes. I said and stood up giving a quick wave to Ray.

I followed the guy and he stopped in the hallway, he asked me to go into a room and then clean and organizebeverything that was there. I obeyed and went back to work.

I went to finish everything only late at night, I went back to my room and lay in bed exhausted.

(...)

In the cold room lit only by the monitors late at night was the young hacker, Ray in the midst of his unconscious work found himself looking for information about the girl who had treated him so kindly.

He had never noticed that there was a girl like that in the Mint Eye, he knew that her codename was C002 and that she was in the support room, but he knew this information from most believers, that was just to be sure that there was no intruders.

But when you treated him tenderly and made sure he ate, for some reason he found himself thinking repeatedly of you and your friendly smile.

The poor guy didn't know kindness in his life, he was betrayed, broken and tormented.

When you noticed how much effort he put in and even took the trouble to cook for him, then offer him fruit and on top of that talk to him, he felt strange, he felt happy.

It was the first time anyone had shown genuine concern for him.

It was the first time someone had cooked for him and given him such a warm smile, although an act like that for many is something simple, for Ray it meant a lot.

He found himself wanting to know more about you, the boy even managed to hack your phone just to learn everything he could about you.

Ray wanted to be friends with you, he didn't understand about friendship, but he wanted to learn from you.

(...)

I sighed, my body aching from so much I had worked today, being a member of Mint eye is really not easy at all.

I heard a small noise on the cell phone and i lazily took it in my hands.

As soon as I turned on the screen, several codes appeared.

I looked at the information that appeared on the screen, "Y/n entered the chat room" I was confused for a moment seeing the finished download of an apk that I don't remember downloading until I received a message from none other than Ray .

Ray: Hello C002.

Y/n: Ray? how did you get my number?

Ray: Uhm... it's a secret.^^

I read the surprise message, I couldn't help but smile.

Ray: I wanted to thank you for earlier, i hope I'm not bothering you with anything.

Y/n: Don't worry, I finished all my tasks for today.

Ray: Good! Did you see that in this chat you can send personalized stickers? I added for you too!

Y/n: You're right, they're so cute!

Ray: I'm glad you liked it. I wish I could continue chatting with you, but unfortunately now I have to go back to work.

Ray: I hope you have a good night C002.

Y/n: Good night to you too Ray.

I saw myself smiling at the cell phone screen, today was tiring but pleasantly surprising. I believe that tonight I will have good dreams.

(...)

As soon as I woke up I saw myself preparing my breakfast, I remembered about Ray and decided to send him a message to remind him to eat.

y/n:good morning Ray, have you had your breakfast yet?

No reply.

I sighed putting my phone back in my pocket and started eating, maybe I should bring him some fruit.

I stopped eating for a moment and took some fresh fruits up to Ray's room.As soon as i knocked on the door there was no answer so i opened it and found the monitors room empty.

I carefully placed the fruits on his small table and returned to finish my breakfast.As soon as i walked into the kitchen i found the friendly believer from before who greeted me with a small smile.

- hey c002 heard the news? a new girl just arrived in mint eye.

-what? I stared at the friendly believer.

I had barely woken up and I already received such news. Mc probably has arrived to the Mint eye, which means that now the story will begin to unfold.

I bit my lip anxiously, that means Ray and Mc will...

-number c002 go to the room that is occupied on the top floor and make sure you clean it every morning from today.A believer interrupted my thoughts.

I mumbled an "okay" soon saying goodbye to the believer friend who obediently went to wash the pots at the believer's request, I went to get cleaning products and then look for the room.

it didn't take long to find it since there were two believers in front of the door watching, it was probably mc's room.After showing my identification card, one of the believers allowed me to enter the room.I just didn't expect to see Ray in there.

He and mc seemed to be having a friendly conversation until they noticed my presence.

-oh c002!were you in charge of cleaning?Ray looked at me in surprise, i just nodded silently.

He took an shy goodbye to me and mc saying that he would now go back to work and leave the rest to me.

Mc gave me a friendly smile and went to play with her cell phone, probably going to test the "game".

After silently cleaning the room I withdrew and said a gentle goodbye to mc.She was indeed pretty, I wonder if Ray is already obsessed with her or whatever he felt for her at the beginning of the game.

I sighed, Rika in the game hadn't lied when she said there wasn't anyone as attractive as Mc in Mint eye.My current appearance wasn't bad at all but here at Mint eye apparently believers don't have luxuries like makeup or beauty products in their rooms, we are constantly working, as soon as I saw my reflection for the 1st time I realized that there were some dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights and tiredness.

I can't deny that I feel a little pain imagining Ray in love with her, when I played I was happy since I was the mc but now it's not a game anymore and I'm not the mc.I'm just an extra who'll probably watch Ray fall in love with her and run away from Mint eye while I'll just be stuck here like a believing extra should.I snapped out of my dark thoughts after hearing a notification sound on my phone.

Y/n: good morning ray, have you had your breakfast yet?

Ray: good morning C002, sorry for the delay I was taking care of a very important matter. thank you so much for the fruits, they were sweet and fresh.

Important matter huh? I sighed again trying to control the feeling of jealousy that was rising in me.Lost in thought i didn't notice the next message Ray sent me and i just put my phone in my pocket and went to do more tasks.

Ray: are you going to the garden tonight too?

(...)

When night came I didn't feel like going out to the garden knowing that Ray would have his attention on mc.I would hate to meet him and he decides to start talking about her. I kept working and when I realized it was too late.

I threw myself on bed exhausted, no matter how many days I was in Mint eye, I would never get used to this load of heavy and tiring tasks.Just as i was about to fall asleep i heard rather desperate knocking on my door.I whimpered, imagining that maybe it was some believer coming to give me more work to do.

I lazily got up and opened the door to find Ray, who simply walked into my room before I could say anything.

I closed the door confused and turned my gaze to him.

-where were you c002? why didn't you answer the messages? i even called you.Ray asked me desperately.

I picked up my cell phone still confused and came across several message notifications and missed calls from Ray.

-ah that, I... he interrupted me.

-I thought maybe you had missed some assignment and they made you drink more elixir but you seem fine huh, apparently you were just spending time with some believer out there.I saw ray's eyes darken a little, there was a bit of hurt in his voice and he looked at me with a somber expression, if I didn't know better I'd say he's pretty scary.

-I-I just wasn't feeling very well and there were a lot of tasks, I wanted to finish as soon as possible to get some rest that's all.I lied a little nervous under his dark gaze that looked at me as if he was trying to scan my mind.

He just looked at me silently for a moment and went back to his usual self.

-I-I see, are you feeling better?He asked, his somber expression from before having been replaced by one of concern.

-A little, I think I just need to rest a little. I admitted, in a way it was true since I was exhausted.

-Have you already had dinner? He asked still worried and I felt my stomach rumble.

I was so busy with dark thoughts that I had forgotten to eat.

Ray just asked me to lie down and left my room and then came back with a tray of food.I thanked him and he bade me good night leaving my room and informing me that if I was in pain i have to let him know, I released the breath I didn't know I was holding and started to eat.

That night it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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[tommyspeakycap]

omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.

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[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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[charliedawn]

I might make a certain part into my first fanfic but I really want to see how you would do something like this?: imagine Norman had VHS tapes of baby reader by their parents and shows them to the slashers. Reader heard about this so for payback they finds baby photos of the slashers (maybe if she could) and Norman (if his mom was nice enough) and shows them to the nurses and the employees XD!

Freddy :

You take out an old family photo of Freddy and the medical staff giggle as they see the innocent and happy face of the slasher that they know. He seems so happy and cheerful. Not the usual Freddy..

"He seems so...happy ? Boy, I wonder what made him smile like that ?! At least, we would know why he always seems so distant ?!"

Eva exclaims, and you can't help but agree with her. Why did Freddy change so much ? You are surprised when the photo disappears and reappears into Freddy's hands who had just come in without your notice.

"I remember that photo. I was a very cheerful kid back then, very shy too..It was when my grandparents took care of me, before I got adopted. My grandparents never hated me. They were nice people..but, grandpa died and grandma was too old to take care of me at the end."

You nod and smile sadly.

"I wish I could have met you before.."

Freddy smiles genuinely at you.

"Me too, sweetheart. I'm sure you would have loved me.."

You both stare at each other for a second or two before Freddy breaks eye contact to look at the others.

"As for you—bunch of ungrateful bastards—I'm already a delight ! Heck, be grateful I'm distant and not feasting on your ribs for dinner ! And, stop saying I look f*cking distant ! Come and talk to me sometimes ! I don't bite !"

The whole staff grown or sigh while Freddy leaves the room with his middle finger raised in the air.

"Yeah yeah..That's what I thought !"

Brahms :

You find an old recording of Brahms and see his mom climbing up the stairs with a small smile.

"It's Brahms' birthday today ! So, I made a cake and we're going to surprise him."

You can't help but smile, imagining already Brahms' huge smile upon the sight of the cake. She opens the door, but what she find inside makes her smile disappear and drop the cake which makes young Brahms jump in surprise and fear. He has a mask on, which matches the doll next to him, and his mother can see makeup underneath his mask.

"M..Mom ?!"

He tries to hide his doll away from her, but too late. Brahms always loved dolls and what many people would refer to as "girly". He loved organizing tea parties, his favorite color is pink and he used to have more girl friends than boy ones: many of the main reasons why his father was unhappy with him. However, his mother was kind and only smiled before taking the doll and putting it aside to clean up the room.

"Come on ! Help me hide it all before your father comes home.."

Brahms nods vividly before wiping away the makeup off his face.

"I'm sorry, mom."

He finally utters.

"I know, baby. I know..."

Some of the women present can't help but cry, as even the coroner can't help but shed a tear.

"Dear me..I can't imagine what the poor boy must have gone through ?"

Unbeknownst to all of you that Brahms is following your discussion, hiding in the walls. He looks at his face and cries as well. He never meant to make anyone sad for himself, he is a man after all..His father used to say that tears were for "b*tches", but he never could stop being sensitive about pretty much everything. The only day he didn't feel like crying ? It was the day he cracked open his dad's skull with his own bare hands..Her mother helped him hide the body and married another man..But, she never saw him as her little boy after that. He quietly sobs before returning to his bedroom, making sure nobody hears him..

Jason :

You see a little boy running and hide behind a house. A man arrives and chuckles.

"Jay ! Where are you ?!"

The little boy tries to muffle his laughter by putting both of his hands against his mouth, but it barely covers the sound. The man pretends not to have heard it and sits down.

"Oh well..He's obviously not here. I'm gonna take a nap.."

He lowers his cap to hide his face and snores loudly for Jason to hear. The little boy cautiously looks at him before finally getting out of his hiding place.

"Pa ?"

No answer. Jason takes a few steps forward until he is at reaching distance from the man and pokes him with a branch he found.

"Hey ! Pa ! You're really asleep ?!"

When the man answers by snoring even louder, Jason leans towards him to get his cap off, but his father suddenly grabs him and traps him in his arms.

"You dare disturb the tickle monster ?!"

He says in an exaggerated low voice before tickling Jason who screams in delight and can't stop laughing.

"Noooo ! I'm sorry !"

"No mercy for you, young man !"

They both continue to play until a familiar shadow falls upon them both and make them raise their head. Jason's mother is standing in front of them with a sweet (creepy) smile.

"Jason. Could you please go play in the house for a moment ?"

Jason looks at his father who only smiles before ruffling his hair playfully.

"Yeah. Do as your mama says. I'll be with you in a bit.."

Jason nods before running inside. Once he's far enough however, he hides behind at a corner to spy on his parents' conversation. His mother turns towards his father and, to his surprise, slaps him.

"How could you ?! You had no right to go on that boat with our boy without telling me first !"

His father stands up and picks up his cap from the ground to dust it off a bit.

"He's my kid too, Pamela. What do you want me to do ? Let him rot in that house because you're afraid he might forget about you ?"

Pamela becomes red with rage and lunges forward to attack his father who grabs her wrists before she could.

"He's MINE !"

She shrieks, but her father replies sternly.

"Get a grip, woman ! Our kid is his own man and I won't let you smother him until he becomes alone and miserable !"

Jason, tired of hearing his parents argue, runs to his room and closes the door behind him.

In the room, a debate is going on. Some are rooting for the father, while some are with the father.

Eva : "She's only trying to protect her son ! What's wrong with that ?!"

Victor : "But, he's right ! Jason must get out and see the world ! The world is dangerous, but that doesn't mean he should be locked up forever !"

You hear both sides, but then hear a slight crack next to you. You turn your head towards the noise and find Jason, spying on you all from the door, like in the video. You suddenly have an idea and open the door wide for Jason to enter.

"Here's an idea ! Why don't we let Jason decide ?!"

A silence fall upon everyone present as you lead Jason inside the room.

"Jason, as you may have heard, we were thinking of sending you back to a real school with real students ? But, we aren't sure if you are ready yet, are you ?"

He seems reluctant at first, but finally nods.

"I..I guess I should try to do what my dad wanted ?"

You nod in agreement.

"Fine ! Then, it is settled ! You will go. Any objections ?"

Nobody says anything and you smile.

"Good."

Michael :

It's Michael's birthday and he wakes up to find a clown costume next to his bed. Michael smiles widely before putting it on and admiring himself in the mirror. He seems so happy and you can't help but smile as well, seeing such happiness on his face.

"Mom ! Dad ! Where are you ?!"

You see little Michael walking up the stairs and, suddenly, being picked up by the person holding the camera.

"Caught you !" A female voice announces, laughing. He giggles and wiggles in her arms, but a man's voice interrupts them with a booming voice.

"Who has awoken the Sleeping Monster ?!"

The man comes into view with feathers in his hair and makeup covering his face. He takes Michael in his arms and pretends to eat him while the child's happy babbling and protests fall into deaf ears. However, someone interrupts their moment; a man dressed in a long cloak that takes a long look at Michael before turning towards his parents.

"The cult is here for what you promised us.."

The camera falls to the floor and everything turns dark.

Michael's parents used to organize big parties for him and he had a pretty great childhood. The sect wasn't such a big part of their lives and he never met any of the members until later in his life. However, things changed when he reached 10 years old. He walked in on his parents discussing with a man, all dressed in a cardinal red cloak. They were talking in a strange language that he didn't know. He then was dragged out of the house while his parents were restrained..He returned a few months after..But, the damage was done. When he reached 18, he killed his parents. Then, you know the rest of the story.

Michael is standing there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. You can't read his expression, but he finally nods, as if to say that he approves of you showing that to the staff. They needed to know, to understand..Bad men are not born, they are made..He then walks away wordlessly before anyone other than you could spot him.

The Horde :

Dennis is looking at himself in the mirror, brushing his hair carefully, slicking it back with some gel with care.

"It needs to be perfect..Dad is coming back tonight and he needs to know that I grew up into a man !"

Someone rings at the door and Kevin smiles excitedly before running down the stairs rapidly to open the door. His father is standing there and opens his arms wide.

"Come here, champ !"

Kevin runs and jumps into his arms. His father picks him up and, in a moment of imbalance, they both fall in the snow. The both of them burst out laughing and then, Kevin sees the thing that his dad was holding: a pizza box. He can smell the delicious scent of fresh-baked cheese pizza and smiles widely before turning towards his father.

"Did you bring enough cheese pizzas for everyone ? You know that Jade always loves to have double portions."

His father stands up and helps him up before nodding with a knowing smile.

"Of course, buddy. I would never forget Jade, or any of you. The rest is in the car !"

Kevin smiles again with tears in his eye before hugging his father tightly once more. He promised himself he wouldn't cry..but he's so happy to see their dad again. This is when Dennis takes over to say :

"Welcome home, father."

Their father smiles and replies.

"Glad to be home, Dennis."

They stay in each other's arms for a while before Kevin's mother comes in.

"Come on, you two. You're gonna freeze to death. Let's get inside.."

They all come inside and this is Kevin's best childhood memory: sharing a Christmas meal with his father. You smile before looking back at the staff, surprised to see Dennis sitting among them, his posture and expression as forbidden and unreadable as ever. He looks up at you before finally speaking.

"We always loved cheese pizza..and father never forgot to bring us some everytime he went home from a business trip. He was the only one who loved us, all of us.."

The information may not make much sense for all of them, but you know its importance. Kevin's dad was also diagnosed with DID (dissociative identity disorder) and fought for him and his son to have a normal life..until he died. He died, and his mother didn't understand. She changed for the worse..so much worse. Dennis stands up and walks away, and you can't find the words. What could you possibly say to make him feel better ? You look back at his smiling face on the screen and finally turn towards the staff to find Amita.

"How about we make cheese pizzas tonight ?"

To which, she smiles understandingly and nods.

"Leave it to me !"

Pennywise :

"Come on, Robert ! Let me fish !"

A girl shouts behind him while a very young Pennywise holds the fishing stick even farther from her playfully.

"No ! You would only let the fish get away, and then what will we eat for dinner, huh ?"

The girl crosses her arms and pouts.

"I will not let it go this time ! I promise !"

Robert inhales deeply before letting out a sigh of defeat. He turns towards his sister and finally gives her the fishing line.

"Fine...But, hold onto it, okay ?"

His sister nods vividly in response with a huge smile on her face and throws the hook in the sea, waiting for a fish to finally get caught. Finally, something catches the bait and his sister pulls with all her force. Robert, seeing her struggle, comes behind her and pulls with her. They both fall backwards, making the boat shake from the movement beneath them. Luckily, the boat stays afloat and his sister quickly stands up with a proud grin on her face, showing him the catch of the day: a big fish, enough to feed the whole family for a couple of nights. He smiles widely as well and hugs his sister.

"You did it ! I'm so proud of you !"

He seems so happy..which make you painfully remember that you've never seen Pennywise with a smile like that. Just at that moment, someone switches off the TV behind you and you see a very angry Pennywise reflected on the black screen.

"How dare you ?!"

He pounces on you before anyone can stop him and shouts furiously.

"You had no right ! These are my memories ! Mine !"

He seems almost in tears and about to burst. Victor tries to intervene, but Amita stops him.

"No. She knows what she's doing.."

You gently hug Pennywise who freezes.

"What was her name ?"

You ask softly and Pennywise, after a moment, replies with a broken voice.

"Lily..Her name was Lily.."

To everyone's surprise, Pennywise hugs you back and falls on his knees as he hides his face in your chest. You tilt your head to the exit significantly and the staff quickly gets the message and leaves while you stay with Pennywise.

"It wasn't your fault.."

You had heard about Pennywise having a family before, all killed by the Black Plague..

"She deserved to survive, not me.."

He mumbles before suddenly remembering where he is, what he is doing and with whom ? He suddenly stands up and quickly steps back, as if he's been burned by your touch alone..

"Pennywise.."

You try to grab his hand, but he doesn't let you and runs away instead. He shouldn't be feeling this way—the pain—He shouldn't be feeling it. Then, why the hell does he ?! His mind feels with his siblings' laughter and then, replaced by screams of agony..He holds his head and walks outside to scream. His scream alerts Freddy who runs towards him and is surprised to find who it is.

"Hum..Ya good there, buddy ?"

Pennywise doesn't answer. Freddy sighs. He should have known..Freddy then decides to sit down next to him.

"So, dont wanna talk about it, huh ? I get that..I can talk for the both of us anyway !"

He hoped it would make his friend at least cackle a bit, but it doesn't. He sighs again before looking up at the clear blue sky.

"Awfully good weather we got today, huh ?!"

Pennywise looks up and finally smiles.

"Not as awful as your face, burnt steak.."

Freddy pretends to be offended and punches Pennywise's shoulder.

"Hey ! You're one to talk, clown bonkers ?!"

They both chuckle before returning to silence. Pennywise is the first to break it this time.

"Shitty day, huh ?"

He asks and Freddy replies with a smile.

"Yup, the worse."

Somehow, Pennywise feels comfortable again..Freddy and him may have nothing in common, but they both understand each other. And for that ? He may even say that he's grateful.

Penny :

You first see a circus, then a little boy running away from some people. You don't recognize him right away..but, there's something in his eyes that reminds you of someone. Finally, the people catch up to him and a rather big muscular man picks him up for him to face him. However, the child can't help but laugh as the giant arks an eyebrow at him.

"Bob...Is it you who painted Tony's beard red this morning ?"

He asks, and Bob replies confidently.

"No, I didn't.."

But, he can't keep a straight face, and the man has to hold himself not to give in and just laugh it off with him.

"Oh yeah ? Then what's that on your hands ?"

Bob looks down to see red dye and gulps loudly before answering with uncertainty.

"Hum..jam ?"

The man bites his lower lip in order not to laugh at his obvious lie.

"Oh yeah ? Eat it then.."

The staff can then enjoy Bob's face twist in disgust at the taste as he licks his own hand and forces a smile on his face, determined to keep his act going.

"Here ! See ?!"

The man still doesn't look convinced, but a big woman arrives behind him and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"That's okay. I'll take it from here, George."

George hesitates before finally lowering the kid on the ground who immediately hides behind the woman's skirts.

"It's wasn't me !"

He insists before the man chuckles and playfully ruffles his hair.

"Yeah yeah..I believe ya, little Bobby.."

The little boy smiles widely, his teeth covered with the red texture. The big woman only shakes her head before leading him away.

"I swear Bobby, you're too much of a handful for a little boy.."

To which, he only answers with another bright smile.

"WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING ?!"

Penny's loud voice surprises everyone as he jumps and lands on a chair before looking at the TV.

"Huh ?! Who's that ?!"

He tilts his head to the side and drool starts dropping down his chin.

"He looks tasty !"

"You don't recognize him ?"

Eva asks in surprise and Penny frowns before looking back at the kid on the screen, focusing until he shrugs.

"Nah ! Why should I ?! Wait..Is he one of the kids I ate ?!"

Nobody answers. Many of the slashers had recognized themselves on the spot..but he hadn't ? He stares back at the boy before his eyes finally lit in recognition.

"Oh..I see."

His cheerful voice is gone, leaving only curiosity and—somehow—sorrow.

"Could we..Could we watch that again ?"

He asks timidly and you nod quickly before repeating the video. Penny stares at the boy's expressions and, to your surprise, tries to imitate them. He laughs when he laughs, hides his hands when he does and tries to smile the same, but fails.

"I..I can't do it..Why can't I ?!"

He is frustrated and, to your general horror, suddenly cuts his own skin so his smile could get bigger. You stop him by gently grabbing his hands and smiling reassuringly at him.

"Hey ! It's okay..You'll smile like that again, okay ?"

"You promise ?"

You feel the desperation behind his words and nod vividly.

"I promise."

He smiles widely before replying with his cheerful voice again.

"Okay !"

He then runs out of the room as fast as he came in and you can feel several looks of pity on you.

"You shouldn't have promised him that.."

Victor says and, for once, Eva agrees.

"I would love to see Penny genuinely happy again..but you shouldn't have said that. A promise is never without consequences with them."

You nod.

"I know..but I couldn't just leave him suffer without doing or saying anything."

Amita smiles and nods.

"I understand. And, if there's anyone who can help him ? It's you."

You smile up at her sadly.

"I really hope you're right.."

Five :

Five is standing in front of the bank with a smile on his face. His father is describing their heroic actions to the citizens and he feels his heart fill with pride. Their father had prepared them for that day. Heroes..They are heroes. They would finally get the recognition they deserve. But, the greatest feeling of all ? His father's hand on his shoulder, silent acknowledgment for his hard work. All his life, he searched for his father's recognition, and this day is the only one where he felt important in his father's eyes. However, that would quickly disappear..He wanted to impress him so bad that he used his powers foolishly and disappeared before he could be someone great. But, his biggest regret ? Leaving his siblings behind..You put the disk back with the others and take a shaky breath, thinking of how much pain he must have felt all these years ? When you turn around, your eyes meet. He's standing there and smiles sadly at you.

"I see that you found an old article about my old glory days, huh ?"

You nod silently, not really sure of how to respond ? Is he mad ? He doesn't look like it..He only takes a chair and sits in front of the staff.

"Now..Would you like a few stories of my days as a superhero ?"

This is a surprise. But, not an unwelcomed one. Many staff members agree and you sit among them, listening to Five as he tells you how he once worked with Batman..

Norman :

Mrs Bates was in a good mood and decided to give her contribution to the collection: an old photo of Norman when he was still a little boy; all dressed up for Sunday's church.

"My Norman was so cute ! He was so good to everyone and a church boy too ! He was so dashing in his little white robe !"

The women giggle as Mrs Bates shows them other photos and they all comment on how Norman was cute and even elegant at this age. You smile too and look up at Mrs Bates (aka Norman) who is staring at you.

"You know..My boy never had many friends, but I'm glad he found you."

You blush and nod before she comes back to the photos on her lap. For a moment, you couldn't tell if these words were from her or from Norman himself ? It is rather difficult to differentiate them. And, even now, you have trouble finding a way to make the difference. Sometimes, Mrs. Bates is terrible to you and can even be cruel, but sometimes, she can be nice and even agreeable ? You never could find the reason for her mood swings ? Maybe, somehow, her emotions are connected to her son's ? You know that they're not the same person, they've made that pretty clear from the beginning. You still remember the harsh glance Mrs Bates had given you the first time she had seen you, a complete contrast with Norman's warm and welcoming eyes. But, fortunately with time, she learned to live with you and even accept you..You smile again as she shows another picture of Norman proudly. Norman had no one after she deceased, and you understand why he wanted her to stay with him..He was alone. But, maybe this is why she was so hostile to you ? She thought he wouldn't need her anymore ? She looks up again and smiles at you. For some reason, you find that this may be the only time you found Mrs Bates' smile actually genuine ? Her words repeat themselves in your mind :

I'm glad he found you.

You smile back.

Their reaction to your photo :

Freddy *smiles* : "Well..Wasn't she a cutie ?! Hey ! Y/N ! Look what we found ?!"

Five : "Looks nice, I guess ? Not gonna lie. Not very fond of children.."

Brahms *blushes* : "C..Cute !"

Jason *smiles* : "Didn't change much..Very nice smile."

Michael : "Cute kid. Looks like she was a tough one too."

Pennywise *shrugs* : "Bah..No comment. Would have been a good meal though ?"

Penny *nods in agreement and drools* : "Tasty.."

Hedwig *smiles widely* : "I'm sure we would have been great friends !"

Norman *smiles tenderly at the picture* "She was the best child..and she grew up to be an ever better woman.."

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