#so clearly i still have *some* self control lmao

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

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so i know i said that married smut is my priority but i can't have just one priority bc i get bored or stuck lol - so apparently my other main wip rn is the cheating fic due to a sudden burst of inspiration for it haha (also don't wanna share like everything from the married buddie smut haha)

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She smiles at him as she takes another bite of her food, and he tries to smile back, but then he remembers Eddie’s drunken smile that he kissed off his lips. She touches his hand, and he remembers Eddie’s hands all over his body, his lips, his touch, his heavy breaths and wonderful sounds made just for Buck. He’s sitting here with his girlfriend, and can’t stop thinking about his best friend he cheated with. Eddie is buzzing under his skin, thrumming in his veins, occupying his every thought. Buck feels like Eddie’s taken up permanent residence there now, in Buck’s body and mind, there’s no getting rid of him. He’s not sure he wants to. 

Wait, no, that’s not true, he can’t- he can’t want Eddie like that. He has to find a way to forget. 

He’s so screwed.

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#buddie cheating fic #seven sentence sunday #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste) #managed to write quite a bit for quite a few wips this weekend instead of watching oth 24/7 #so clearly i still have *some* self control lmao #so many wips are progressing and im excited to share it all! #apparently either i write 5 things at once or i don't write at all -gotta balance all that smut in married fic with some angst i guess hah

[vaguely-concerned]

Ever since watching The Wire for the first time, my brain has doggedly kept working away at the Especially the lies of it all, and specifically at how much the structure beneath the different stories Garak tells contributes to the overall meaning of what he’s trying to say. While the contradicting narratives of course expertly obscure the factual circumstances of his getting exiled, using them also allows him to tell aspects and facets of the emotional truth I don’t think he ever could have, if he’d simply told the actual story of what happened. (It’s very Varric-core of him honestly.)

The first story — the ‘oh, you think you know me?’ story — says I have done things that would sicken you if you knew any detail of it. It’s clearly meant to scare Bashir away so he’ll leave him to die shamefully in peace already lol. But it’s also one of his (probably much-needed lbr) little lessons to Julian that are so frequent in the beginning, given while Garak still has some hold on himself — “Don’t be so quick to forgive me if you don’t even know what I’ve done; what would you do if this really were the sum total of what I am?” (And Julian seems to surprise him by going ‘Well, exactly the same thing, because no matter who you are I am a doctor. But I sort of take your point.’)

The second story — the letting the orphans go story — says I have failed to smother my soul in its cradle when it was required of me, and I regret that more than anything I’ve done. To my ears this is the one most shot through with active self-loathing too, which is interesting. He’s officially lost the control he’s been clinging to and it’s about to get ugly. His TL;DR is ‘Sentiment is the greatest weakness of all’, even all the way back here. (Which is the one lesson Julian steadfastly refuses to learn, which I think in turn does some serious rearrangement of Garak’s soul over the course of the show haha. Get uno reversed into the process of loving and being loved without shame asshole.)  This is also where he builds up to admitting to having any sort of need for companionship or closeness at all and — so much worse — that Julian’s role in his life actually has fulfilled some of that need, and he’s DRIPPING with defensive venom over it b/c well I get it Garak vulnerability is scary it can take a person like that. 

(I also feel there’s something honest and forbidden in ‘Suddenly the whole exercise seemed utterly meaningless’. I suspect ‘actually… why the fuck are we even doing this???’ is not a welcome sentiment in an Obsidian Order water cooler environment, no matter what you’re saying it about lmao. The very first seeds of him deconstructing the things he’s been taught about Cardassia and his work might be hinted at here, though they of course take a looong time to come to any real fruition.)   

The third story — the ‘Elim was my best friend’ story — says hey, remember that thing you said once, about how sometimes, you have to be loyal to yourself before you can be loyal to anything else? Well. guess what. I couldn’t even be that lmao. It also furthers that thread of being divided from yourself, split, that having ‘Elim’ as a separate person around in all versions of the story brings in. He’s in control of himself again, but he essentially hands his life and soul over to Julian to decide what should be done with them. 

I’ve done horrible things and it finally caught up with me, I’m getting what I deserve → I let sentiment master me and the fact that I’m too weak to do what’s needed of me shames me more than the evil I’ve done → I fucked up. I betrayed myself and everything I held to, all for nothing, and I have no one to blame for it but myself. But it’s very nice that you’re here anyway, Doctor. (Wow. I didn’t realize quite how isolated and lonely that last one was before right now. The way Tain has shaped him really has just… locked him completely into himself, huh.) We can also see a movement through from a completely professional context in the first story, to an intensely interpersonal and internal context in the last one — even his fake stories spiral in towards intimacy, which I think is what he longs for here even if he can’t quite like. Touch that without the stories as a buffer yet, it’s clearly like touching a hot stove for him to interact with it too directly. 

And you know what I find incredibly interesting the whole way through? Even on his deathbed, where he’s dying from the thing Tain had put in his head, he’s protecting Tain. He puts all the blame for where he is on himself (‘My future was limitless, until I threw it away’), even if he has to employ a strange twisty logic where he’s split himself into two to do it. Don’t get me wrong, Garak has done horrific things all on his own haha, but it’s notable that he almost isolates Tain from that. ‘Tain was the Obsidian Order. Not even the Central Command dared challenge him. And I was his right hand.’ Tain in Garak’s stories is this infallible implacable weirdly distant figure, even now. Indeed, as will make a lot of sense with the revelations further down the line, more than anything it seems the gaze of an abused child desperate for recognition looking up at an idealized (if not in any way nurturing) parent.‘He was retired at that point; he couldn't protect me’, Garak says, as if what he’d need protection from in the first place isn’t Tain himself lmao, as if Tain had no active part in any of this. He never lets blame touch Tain at all. At this stage he would rather consider himself a broken flawed tool than accept that the hands that have wrought and wielded him have ever had any fault in them. AND in the middle of it all, with plausible deniability, on death’s door and knocking meekly to be let in before he must finish the mortifying ordeal of being known and test the even more daunting possibility of being loved, Garak at the same time manages to drop the breadcrumb trail of clues to make it possible for Julian to find Tain if he so chooses and gets in the ‘sons of Tain’ thing too for future dramatic irony purposes. Truly he is the Michelangelo of lying. Every falsehood a multifaceted masterpiece. Elim ‘achieving a state of intertextuality in real life is possible if you work hard and believe in yourself’ Garak. I love him so much. 

I think all of this is why “I forgive you. For whatever it is you did,” works so well, because it too works on a structural level. It’s such a deceptively multilayered response — it has the syntax of a joke, in a way, and it is kind of funny even under the circumstances, but delivered with such earnest warmth and fondness. It’s both recognition and acceptance (forgiveness!). It’s saying ‘I finally understand enough of what you’re trying to tell me beneath and through all that, in whatever way you’re capable of, I see you’ and ‘my answer hasn’t changed (bitch)’. The forgiveness Julian offers here is complete — on principle, and out of personal feeling and empathy (only one of which Garak deigns to respond to during the second story, where he calls it ‘smug Federation sympathy’, placing it more completely on the principle side than it probably is. ‘Dude you’re my friend please don’t just lie down and die in a completely avoidable way on me, who else is going to not only tolerate but actually gleefully enjoy me being annoying as fuck over lunch’ seems to be the subtext that’s a lot harder to acknowledge and invite in for both of them. And yet Tain seems perfectly clear on the fact that Julian is Garak’s friend, which, y’know. Must be fun living with the knowledge that Tain has eyes everywhere looming over you every day haha guess you’d just have to tune that out.) 

Most of all — ’Don’t give up on me now, Doctor’... and he didn’t! He didn’t. Augh. Ow.

#garashir #elim garak #julian bashir #star trek ds9 #ds9 #star trek #ds9 meta #S2EP22 The Wire #alternate title: baby's first brush with unconditional love through unreliable narration lol #I'm not sure I got to say everything I want to in this/found the exact right words in places or hit all the nuances #but god help me I so desperately need this out of my brain to free up some disc space so go forth little meta haha be free #I'm sure I'll come back to you in time #meta #enabran tain #(derogatory)

[nayatarot777]

what strengths do you have that are not acknowledged by you?

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• pile one •

it seems like in situations of complete chaos and disaster, your independence immediately kicks in. you know what to do and operate from your intuition which influences your actions and how you approach dealing with messy situations. i’m also hearing that you yourself will burn some shit down if you need to lmao. sometimes you don’t even know why but it’s because whatever it is has been keeping you in the dark, away from your own strengths. you intuitively pick up on that and know when connections with people, things, and places need to go. you know how to cross a bridge and acknowledge any illusions and truths that may have been hidden prior. you guys do a whole lot of self work too, and i don’t think that you realise just how much you invest energetically into yourself. this tearing shit down might be in relation to yourself - you know when aspects of you gotta go 😂. you use chaos as a tool to push yourself forward (you could do well with chaos magic for my witches and practitioners out there).

you’re not someone with control issues. if something is clearly crumbling, you don’t try to cling onto it and prolong your pain unnecessarily. you understand that nobody’s holding you at gun point to settle for chaotic people and situations, so you move accordingly. period. you’re extremely nurturing, caring, etc - but that doesn’t mean that you allow yourself to act like a fool in the name of love or caring about someone. you know how to also implement your own boundaries and do what’s best for you. because you have unconditional love for yourself - or more love for yourself than for the people and situations that cause a ruckus in your life. when things go wrong, you put yourself into a state of acceptance and receive the lessons that you need to from these situations. you take responsibility and accountability for the part that you play in the crumbling of connections and situations. meaning that you’re not someone who acts like a complete victim to life and to everyone around you. you know that certain things in your life wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t play a part and allow them to develop when they clearly weren’t built on stable foundations in the first place. even if someone else does you wrong, you will still ask yourself “wtf is wrong with me and my actions/mindset/standards that helped aid in this bs happening? why did i continue to feed into this? why did i settle for this?”.

you hold onto stability internally for yourself, therefore that reflects in the physical in some way. whether that be through your finances or some other area of your practical life. you listen to your intuition that helps to protect everything valuable that you’ve already accumulated for yourself already. you also don’t over-extend. mfs may have tried (and failed) to make you feel selfish for this but you understand that they’re just mad that you won’t let yourself be used as a charity case for leeches. you’re receptive to your higher self when it steps in to protect you from certain people. even if they’re people who your ego doesn’t want to necessarily let go of, you’ll let it happen for the sake of your own self-preservation, which is how it should be. you’re loving and caring and nurturing but not out of desperation for love and acceptance. not to receive that back for yourself in order to fill a void. this isn’t self-serving love and nurture for others out of a state of lack. this is out of pure genuine intentions. you’re fulfilled alone and you’d like to fulfil others where possible. however, if you ain’t getting wtf you deserve back, you dip and go back to just focusing on yourself. you don’t let your energy be easily accessible to energetically vampiric people.

• pile two •

your strengths are related to your belief systems and your life philosophies. you know how to be your own mentor and how to give yourself the knowledge that you need - mostly about yourself. this seems to be how you maintain your internal peace. you don’t gain much peace from knowledge given to you from outside of yourself, and that doesn’t mean that you can’t find valuable information from others, but you know that you have a direct connection to the divine of your own. you also know how to manifest and persist in manifesting whatever you want over the course of a long time. and whereas other people would grow impatient, you stay balanced and understanding that what you want is in the process of being given to you. you don’t let much in your external life fuck with your internal state of being. and there’s a repetition of patience throughout this whole spread. you don’t force anything. i’m also hearing that you know how to navigate traditional expectations and structures in society through your own methods. it’s like you don’t fit into society and what they want, but it seems like you do from the outside, so you go under the radar or something like that.

you value your own beliefs and morals over what other people may try to enforce onto you, and this results in a very stable sense of self. you know what you stand for based on your own viewpoints and opinions, so you’re not prone to easily falling for feeding into other people’s expectations of you. you’ve also made your own safe space according to how you want your life to be structured and it’s not easy for others to have influence over this or to even be let in. you guys could also allow your shadow as an energy of protection. you could have lilith or pluto in the first house or something like that. but your shadow is clear to see to other people, especially to those who try to take something of yours that’s quite valuable to you (whether that’s money, time, or something else). thanks to this, you see what you need to and i believe that people view you as someone who people can’t really get anything past. also, when you’re tending to your work (whatever that may be) you’re able to redirect your path to one with less challenges when you encounter blockages on the path that you’re on. it seems like this is quite easy for you, or like it’s easy for you to maintain momentum + motivation with what you invest energy into.

you’re able to learn a lot about the physical realm and how to feel complete within it. even when others would expect you to feel some type of lack, it seems like you understand what’s truly valuable to you. your version of abundance may be heavily different to other people’s version - your abundance is felt metaphorically - and you could reject what the world tells people regarding what to prioritise and what’s important (like earthly riches). you could find more value in your family, teachings from family members like your grandparents for some of you in particular, and that’s what has you feeling like you always have a stable foundation in your life. where other people would only ever feel stable through finances, you feel stable through the faith that you hold. you also know how to dissect your mental state when you’re dealing with some mental conflict, leading you to single out the mindsets that actually serve you and discard the rest. your mind seems to be constantly changing for the sake of becoming more grounded in reality, so maybe that’s something that you feel like you struggle with usually. but you’re doing it! a lot of you could have earth signs in your big three.

#psychic readings #pick a card #pac #pick a photo #tarot reading #pac reading #pick a picture

[freeuselandonorris]

☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying! #think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

[hadesisqueer]

When I was a kid, and still now, I took care of all my books. Some of them are fifteen years old now and I've read them like twenty times and you could still think I bought them only like a year ago or so. Some were inherited from my cousins and are clearly old but I fixed them up myself: for example, I never spent a penny on any H****y P**ter books because I inherited all of them from one of my oldest cousins when I was six, and she really was careless about her books (she still is, which is why when I let her borrow a novel last week I told her that if I saw ONE ripped page it's on sight); so basically all of those books are held together with duct-tape (my mom once asked if I wanted to by a new copy of the third one since it's the one that looks the worst, but I told her I'm not giving Her a single penny so no lmao). My The Little Vampire books are over thirty years old I think, and they also look like that. But the ones I didn't inherit? Yeah those look pretty good. My Fairy Oak and Geronimo Stilton books look almost as new, like most of the books I had as a kid.

Except the PJO ones, because I let my friend borrow them when I was 11/12. You can tell that my The Last Olympian copy isn't new because I let a friend borrow it and when I got it back the cover was... well, it really looked like her little brother had tried drawing over it, only that he couldn't and instead fucked it up. Then I saw that it was also dog-eared everywhere (and I specifically told my friend to please not to do that because I don't like it after I saw that she had done it with the other four books; I even gave her my Camp Half-Blood bookmark and she still didn't use it) and some of the pages were half ripped. I'd gotten that book for my birthday only like three weeks ago and it was brand new when I let her borrow, I told her to be careful with it and when saw how it looked when I got it back I wanted to yell at her because for fuck's sake what the fuck did you do to MY NEW BOOK? And she was like "oh sorry about the cover and all yeah but like it's no big deal right?" and 12yo me had to have a lot of self-control. I told her that yeah sure, but that I wasn't letting her borrow any more books ever again. You wanna read The Lost Hero? You wanna read another one I talked to you about? Buy it or something but you're not getting my copy after what you did with the other five. For fuck's sake they're not your books María.

#books and reading #pjo #percy jackson

[izukuwus]

Boiling Point 3: ...Will Still Boil Over Eventually - Miguel O'Hara/Reader (NSFW)

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A/N: well folks and strokes I have no self control. this was originally supposed to be the finale, but lol. lmao, even. you didn't really expect me to finish a storyline in only three parts?

Summary: You reach your boiling point.

Notes: sub drop, a frankly ill-advised length of time to be edging oneself

Word count: 3317 words!

It is day…

uh…

(What fucking day is it again?)

You’re tired. You’re bored. You’re horny. And that handsome motherfucker sent you a carousel of Spiders to explicitly make sure that you were actually resting in the time he so generously gave you.

Your package delivery was delayed by a combination of bad luck and worse luck, apparently, because it should have been here by now. You stopped bothering keeping up with your journaling partway through this, namely because you were starting to become hyper-aware of all your negative traits when you wrote them down (teenage boy levels of horniness and anger, mostly) and also because you’re starting to feel… low. Low low. Low low low low low.

The part of you that’s desperate for sex with a man you’ll never have or even just a fucking release at this point is losing out to your deep-seated need to be right. And in your contract, you said until the new vibe arrives. So, you are stuck waiting, lest you prove yourself completely slutty and undisciplined. And you are not slutty or undisciplined.

The worst part, you think, is the understimulation. Sure, you’ve got hobbies, but you don’t want to do any of them right now. You want to get someone’s hand on your tits and teeth on your neck, or else you want to hook yourself up to a vibrator until you discover new frontiers of consciousness and burn out the motor on that one, too, or else you want to lay here and rot. And fuck it, you can’t do any of that, because you still have your shitty office work to attend to, which doesn’t even distract you from the real problems in the world: dimensional anomalies, stopping criminals, and the criminal lack of dimensionally anomalous dick in your mouth.

Honestly, at first, it was sexy. You liked the little thrill of rolling over in bed and seeing your contract and knowing that you’re being so good even without a dom to make it so. You liked the idea of the denial, the promise of a new toy coming as a reward for all the longing in the meantime. Part of you still does, but that part has been glazed over with a level of self-loathing that usually being a Spider wipes away.

If you were worth anything, you wouldn’t have to enforce this yourself.

If you were worth anything, someone would be telling you what a good girl you’ve been, that you’ve worked so hard for this, that you’ve earned the right to cum.

Admit it.

You’re not doing this alone to prove a point.

You’re doing this alone because no one is ever going to do it for you. Not for long, at least.

You know two ways to fill time and void—searching for good views from too-tall buildings and masturbation. The too-tall buildings frustrate you even more, because occasionally one of your coverage Spider-Men will swing in and remind you that you’re under strict orders to rest, or worse, you’ll see them at work and know that Miguel has probably instructed them to web you to a wall if you try to help with YOUR job, and then you just feel even more useless and angry and empty.

Okay, so skyscraper sightseeing is out. What about masturbation?

Yeah, that’ll work. Add more sexual frustration to your sexual frustration. You like sexual frustration, right? Clearly, since you’re still doing this bullshit. Go ahead, we put some sexual frustration on your sexual frustration so you can get sexually frustrated while you experience some light sexual frustration. This can only serve to alleviate your problems. Clearly. Dumbass.

…you make sure to leave your wristband in the other room before you take your pants off.

And you know what? Maybe it’s the demon on your shoulder egging you on when you slip two fingers inside yourself and fantasize in scraps of images—sharp teeth, big muscles, webs holding down your wrists—and chase release, but you no longer care about the stupid fucking contract or your stupid fucking delayed package or your stupid fucking—

There is a noise in the other room.

A noise that sounds suspiciously like an incoming call on your wristband.

You can’t help it. Fuck your neighbors. You actually scream.

Okay. You’re overreacting. Walk it back. This is good. You didn’t break the contract, because you didn’t cum, and that call probably means you’re back in business and able to be a fucking Spider again.

So really, you're glad you got a call. You wash your hands, you scrub extra hard. You make sure your Spider suit is on, you make sure you're wearing casual clothes with the zippers all pulled and hiding your suit. When you're calm and collected and ready, the dread and self-hatred is still there, as is the frustration, but you didn't spend years in customer service without learning how to wear a smile even when the only desire you have left in your little heart is that lingering drive to take up serial killing.

You find the wristband on the coffee table. Slip it on. Hit the button to call back.

And there he is: man of the hour, loathe of your life, Miguel O'Hara. You've been trying not to think of him by his full name only, but it isn't working, mostly because you've also been halfway trying to not think of him at all.

You don't really process most of the conversation, too busy floating in the space between "horny" and "dead inside", but you do hear the words "we need you back on to help with an anomaly" pretty fucking clear, and you know damn well you wouldn't say no to that.

"Give me two minutes to get changed," you manage, already pulling at the shorts you so carefully hid your Spider suit under.

"You get one and a half.”

Aw, he's cute. Miguel's holo is looking away from you, and it blinks out of existence in the time it takes you to get your free hand hooked under your waistband. He's not flustered; you're not sure that's possible, but his unnecessary display of respect is endearing.

You're ready to go in one. You take the thirty seconds remaining to fix your hair and play it cool, even if you're now stuck between excited, horny, and dead. I heard, if you add a fourth emotion to the mix, you can build a house out of your weird bullshit and finally put a ceiling on it. Give it a try sometime!

You slip into spidery actions the same way you do swimming pools—the initial drop of your stomach, water too cold on your toes, New York City but Wrong, then the adjusting. You always adjust. Anomalies blur together for you by now, amalgamate into a series of fun diversions that lower your stress and put the pieces of you back together in the process.

They’re supposed to put you back together.

They’re supposed to put you back together.

The anomaly is dealt with. You’re spidering again. You got your rush from the heights and the wind against your mask, your adrenaline from a fight gone well. You returned to HQ with your partners from this little adventure no worse for the wear, and even Miguel has afforded you an approving nod at the work you’ve done.

You’ve done a good job. A great job. Something has pushed out the rage in you and taken its place, but you know better. This fight against this anomaly did not, in fact, put you back together.

You need to go home. You have to report in, first. It’s redundant. You need to leave. You’re doing good. You need to smile and do it anyways.

Your smile is heavy, so heavy, nearly impossible to drag out of you. You wish you could leave it where it sits in the pits of you, go home and find a cave to live in where civilization is not and no one can ever make you smile again because—

You need to stop everything there is danger there is danger you need to MOVE—

You jolt away, violent, exaggerated, but it’s just Peter, frozen with his elbow raised awkwardly, halfway to nudging your side for your attention.

“[name]?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, as though that does anything, for anyone, ever, at all. It does nothing, in fact, and you’re hyper-aware of that. An explanation might help. “My head’s not back in this dimension yet.” Great explanation. You’re winning at this. I’m so proud of you.

“Right,” Miguel says. “Your report?”

“Oh. Right.” You rattle off the details. They’re hardly anything worth reporting, really. When you’re done, there’s a heavy silence in the room. Everything’s heavy right now, kind of. Like that week away turned the multiverse into molasses.

You glance up through the silence to see that Miguel is staring you down. Okay, more like looking at you, but it all feels the same right now, your skin crawling at being perceived at all.

“Are we done?” The words come out too aggressive. You’re not angry; you’re not anything. The words are just too heavy to drag out without a little bit of bluntness. You hope he won’t take it as a challenge.

“You did good.”

Fucking hell.

You didn’t brace yourself for that one.

There’s motions between you hearing the words and you being on the floor. There must be, because you were on your feet, and now you are not. The heels of your palms press against your eyes, you’re gasping for air, and—

Oh. You’re crying your eyes out.

Are you sure you’re not overreacting a bit?

Heightened spider senses inform you someone is reaching for you, begs you to move, screams at you to throw them away and make sure no one ever touches you again, but you’re too caught up in the tears to do a thing about it, too caught up in the waves finally crashing down on you and shredding your skin in the sand of all the resentments you’ve been building, too caught up too caught up too caught up—

Woah, hey, let’s take a deep breath—

Out.

I’m not just going to leave them crying on the floor—

Out!

—someone is touching you someone is holding you leave me alone leave me ALONE—

LYLA. Portal back to their home dimension. Now, please.

Already on it. I’ll send for Jess.

Good thinking. I’ll be back.

~

Miguel is careful not to jostle you too much as he sets you on your couch. You dissolved into tears and are still dissolving now, wordless. He shakes his head at the sight.

When he realized what was going on and placed you on leave, he had sort of been trying to avoid a situation that looked a lot like this. He tells himself there was only so much he could do and not a single right answer to keep you from steering yourself straight off an emotional cliff.

Well, that’s not right. There had been a right answer; it just wasn’t the one he chose. The least he can do is stay with you until you’re stable. The least he can do is see you through this drop.

You’re not talking yet, so he tears away from you to search for anything you might want for aftercare and tries to run the autopsy report of his latest failure.

Admittedly, he misjudged what a compliment would do to you, so close to the edge. The goal really had had been to uplift you. He could have done worse. It’s not like he broke out the ‘good girl’. And yeah, maybe it was too jarring coming from his mouth after the last time you spoke in person.

Maybe he was just too late. By the time he got to you, you were already locked in. Even before that, you were acting more reckless than usual. Really, he was the one who should have seen it coming and put a stop to it day one. He should know better by now, when it comes to you.

He’s on autopilot, so he grabs the fluffiest-looking blanket from the pile on your bed, the most hug-worthy pillow, and returns to wrap you up.

You accept the pillow wordlessly, don’t even bother resisting when he wraps the blanket around you. You’ve gone from sobbing to sniffles, but he’s got work to do yet.

“Better?” he asks, voice low. His voice comes out gentle, even gentler than he was shooting for, and he curses the effect you have on him like he does every time.

You eye him warily, nod silently. You’re all verb-adverb right now, it seems, but at least you are a little better.

“What do you usually do for this?” he asks, and okay, maybe that’s a little up front, given the way you jolt and shift your expression to a glare.

“What makes you think I do anything?”

He lets out a little huff, settles in on the couch next to you. “You haven’t figured out by now how to handle yourself?”

“I can handle myself just fine, and if you even begin to act otherwise I swear to god—“

“Have I ever said you can’t?”

“You put me on leave. For a week. Not just from interdimensional stuff, but from protecting my own city. What the hell else is that supposed to say?”

Oh. You completely misinterpreted him, didn’t you?

“It means that I thought you needed the rest and correctly gauged that you wouldn’t take it willingly. If I was wrong, then you wouldn’t be crying on your couch right now, would you?” He cringes internally. That came out wrong.

“It’s not like it prevented it,” you mutter.

He sighs. You’re not being very receptive, and he needs to get the right words in his head in the right order with the right tone before he makes things even worse. So he stands and begins walking to your door.

“Where are you going?” you call after him, and your voice is small enough that he nearly stops.

No, Miguel. Control yourself.

“Checking your mail.”

“You’re going to walk all the way down the stairs to the mailboxes on the first floor? You’re going to unlock my mailbox with a mail key you don’t have, and—“

By your front door, there’s three hooks with keys. One is labeled “mail”. He picks it up, then glances back to where you’re craning your neck over the back of your couch. His hand is already on the door, and he’s firmly unbothered by your attempts to protest with logic.

“You’re in your Spider suit, stupid. Do you want people to see you walking out of my apartment? Trying to give away my secret identity? It’s not like people aren’t gonna notice one of the Spider’s caked-up new friends walking around the apartment building—“

…Caked-up?

He shakes his head and opens the door anyway. You make a good point about him being in his suit, but it’s not like he can’t handle himself for one trip to the first floor and—

Oh. There’s a package on the floor in front of your door.

That’s good enough. He’ll bring that inside.

~

“Your neighbor got your mail by accident,” Miguel says, already walking back from the door. “Let’s see, he says…” In one hand, he reads from what looks to be a hand-written note, and in the other…

You catch sight of the logo emblazoned on the side of the envelope he carries and have to kill the screech in your throat. Whatever pathetic tears you were crying for stupid reasons before mean nothing now.

You’re so fucking glad you bought from a new sex shop this time. You’re so fucking glad this one doesn’t have some super obvious name that makes it very clear that the Sex Toy Destroyer Himself was carrying your replacement for all the toys he personally destroyed. Hell no, you’re not taking credit for those. You’re not the insanely hot one here.

Of course. Of course you would have a completely unprecedented breakdown in HQ directly in front of Miguel. Of course he’d stick around to make sure you weren’t completely useless. Of course your new toy would show up whenever Miguel decides to be weirdly nice and bring in your mail for you. How else would things go? You’re the one with all the luck here.

Miguel is mid-sentence saying something you’ve been completely not listening to, and you do feel guilty for that, but come on. It’s taking everything in you not to freak out. You’re giving yourself whiplash just trying to calm down. Like, it’s normal. People receive mail sometimes, idiot, and sometimes that mail gets delivered to the wrong place, and that’s good and normal, and sometimes your neighbor is kind enough to leave it on your doorstep with a note, and sometimes—

“He’s asking you on a date.”

“What?” In less than a second, your web is on the back of the page, and Miguel lets it sail from his hand and into yours. “Let me see that.”

Holy shit. Your neighbor returned your sex toy he mistakenly got in the mail and asked you out to coffee sometime. You check the unit number he listed—motherfucker. He’s the one that shares a wall with your bedroom. He’s probably heard more than he hasn’t. You sure fucking have.

You let out a low groan. Eyes flick to Miguel. It’s not like that particular bad idea is going anywhere, and you’re basically the ruler of Definitely Healthy Coping Mechanisms anyway, so maybe—

“That was nice of him. Is he actually worth your time, though?”

The sentences are so weird coming from his mouth that a little jolt of laughter bubbles out of you. “Why are you being so weird? That was almost nice. You’re supposed to be all, tough love and everyone thinks you’re mad even when you’re being nice.”

He blinks. Stares at you a moment. “You just had a complete breakdown.”

“Yes, thank you for reminding me.” You’re doing a tremendous job at ignoring that fact, thank you very much. “…Thanks for the consideration, though. And probably not. He’s like, not unattractive, I guess, but, you know. Can’t shake the feeling that he’s only asking me out because he shares a wall with my bedroom.”

Miguel arches a brow.

Oh, fuck. That’s sexual connotations. I mean, sexual meaning, too, but come the fuck on. You’ve got to be more restrained than that. What were those two weeks of training for?

“…right. Anything good?” He gives the package a little shake, and you remember how fucking precarious your situation is in this moment.

Another web snatches the envelope from him. He seems nearly amused by your reaction, based on vibes. Deadpan as always, but if you’re not mistaken, there’s a slight spark in his eyes. “What could you possibly have ordered?”

“Nothing.”

“Given that you just snatched it out of my hands…”

“Nothing,” you repeat. It’s meant to be emphatic, but you just sound whiny. You blame the post-cry snottiness.

He sits directly across from you. “No, open it. You don’t have to wait for me to leave if you’re that excited for it.”

“I’m good.” Your voice pitches high. “Really. Thanks for all your help today. You can go.”

He stares. You begin to sweat.

“Look. I was really hoping you’d figure discipline out on your own with all that time I gave you, but I guess not.”

“If… if you wanted me to be doing something specific with the past boring-as-shit week, why didn’t you tell me what it was?”

He sighs. “If you think two weeks of edging yourself without aftercare is discipline, then I guess I have to be the one to teach you.”

…oh.

Huh.

Fuck.

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[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging DFF episode 9

last time we checked in, Non was having just the Worst Time Possible, everyone was trying to cover their asses and Phi was entering into Murder/Detective Mode.

i know i've said it before but god the opening credits are SO GOOD. i don't think we appreciate them enough.

We're back in the present day! it's been so long! Tan is fucking brave to fight Fluke for the gun.

IT'S WHITE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TRIPOD! BAH GOD THAT MAN HAD A FAMILY! love you white you're doing amazing sweetie.

...there was just a water bottle there at the shrine? and it looked opened? are you actually going to drink that? at least you smelled it first??? Ahhhh but notice Phi doesn't drink it! he lets Jin drink it but doesn't do it himself! my sus king.

"Why are you being so nice to me" i mean, dude is at least nominally your friend and you dislocated your shoulder or whatever and there's a killer out there after you guys? i think that'd be cause enough for Phi to be nice lmao. I get it though, Jin, i get it.

Aha, so we've got some timeline stuff. PhiJin absolutely happened POST PhiNon, which i had seen some intriguing theories that maybe PhiJin was actually first but this is confirmation otherwise. also that Jin very much had feelings for Phi but Phi was the one pushing the friends agenda, which we mostly knew.

Jin on that "you like Tan!" shit again, no wonder Phi didn't want to be in a relationship with your insecure self lmao. Tan is just his Bestie who helps with his Plucky Girl Detectiving, no big deal.

Once again, Jin sees things that Phi doesn't. shortly after the water. Hallucinogen maybe? guilty conscience definitely.

well that's one way to snap him out of the panic

slight detour inspired by the blood splatter everywhere in this shrine is that if the Janta Cult isn't real/doesn't play a part in this somehow, I'm going to be so upset. why bring up perfectly good murder cults if you're not going to give us the payoff? BOC? Dr Sammon I just have questions! (that said, the theory that the mafia is using the cult rumors as a front for a body dumping ground is intriguing.)

Oh ho, Phi's gonna confess everything to Jin! but will it really be everything? 👀

poor Phi is so conflicted. he's hurt, but he loves Non but he doesn't want to see him but he doesn't want to end up like his divorced parents, he can't stop thinking about it, he regrets what he said, but he still so hurt.

Non's dad got transferred. interesting.

Ooooh Phi found the picture! and the real script!

Non's mom knows Phi. I wonder if she knew they were boyfriends of if she thought they were just friends. lmao at her Ring The Doorbell You Shady Shit, Were You Raised In A Barn?

New contacting Phi as the news breaks...the drama. i love it.

Tan is New confirmed!

OOOF. major oof. "aren't you sad i'm going to England?" "Whether you're here or not doesn't make a difference" just ouch.

He may have been a Not Great brother in your life, Non, but in your death New/Tan is going to Get Answers and Get Justice! giving up a scholarship in England, lying to his parents about it...Tan is going to Fuck Shit Up.

Jin, get your 'there's a cute boy around!!!!" face under control.

Tan just dives right in to asking questions and these bitches are so fucking sus from the word 'go'. yeah, they clearly have something to do with Non disappearing.

lmao Jin does not stand a fucking chance against Phi's seduction.

i am dying at Tan's "You didn't study, dumbass" on his ankle. Top's face is Too Funny.

Aww, White waiting for Tee after school and the group roasting them is really cute.

Phi how dare you take Jin to your and Non's spot! so rude! can't trust men at all, the second you disappear he's taking another man to the place you became boyfriends.😂 Jin awkwardly trying to figure out of this means Phi likes him back is cute.

Why Jin, how bold! asking Phi to stay the night!

oh damn this is full on full on, okay. Ta's ass just out there bare. "don't worry, i won't be too harsh i don't want to dislocate your shoulder" "who fucks so hard they dislocate a shoulder?" somewhere else in Bangkok VegasPete's ears are burning. Anyway, Phi was like 'don't test me, i'm being gentle for YOUR sake.' and that's the Minor Family Theerapanyakul in Ta. i was absolutely waiting for that astronaut dog figurine to fall lmao.

Tan going for the kill with that Did You Cheat On My Brother. Tan i'm sorry but not only is your brother most likely dead but Phi and Non are actually very broken upright now, no matter how much Phi wishes neither of those were true. Phi is in the clear here re: Cheating. He is not in the clear for manipulating Jin into sleeping with him, but like, Jin's into it so whatever for now.

"Fuck him however much you want but don't fall in love. He's with those assholes so he's also an asshole" i mean! He's not wrong! Jin is a good looking nice boy he could absolutely find other friends. the fact that he stays with these fuckheads......

poor Non's parents.

these teenage boys have better skincare routines than I do and I'm

Jin just pass Phi a note in class: Do U Like Me Check Yes Or No

Ah, Jin has such bad timing. Everything about this is brutal. but lol this makes the 2nd boy in a row that Jin likes that doesn't like him back.

Tan doing chemistry shit. he's gonna be drugging everyone i just know it. also, never ever have your cellphone out in a lab and never answer it with your gloves on! Lab Safety 101!!!!

damn, Tan, you could have at least made up a part time job in england or something so that your parents didn't have to sell their house. this entire family's been ripped apart by all this shit.

and now Tan is alone. all he has is his investigation into Non and Phi his sort of brother-in-law.

oh shit, was it Tan's cigarette smoke that was causing hallucinations???! or are they the antidote to whatever Tan drugged the others with or both?

confirmation that Tan was drugging everyone!

lol Tan's face at he very end as he takes in the chaos

#i loved it #team Tan #dead friend forever #dff #dff the series

[tqmies]

Description. Now armed with a new support system, you're ready for anything that'll be thrown at you. That is, until your world starts to shift out of order. And unfortunately, Taehyun is taking this way harder than you.

Pairings. Kang Taehyun x Female Reader

Genre. Angst, Fluff Kinda, Comfort. (This is a self ranting again lol.)

Warnings. Pregnancy (Not MC), Everyone's an emotional wreck, Taehyun's pushing everyone away, MC is confused half the time.

Word count. 6.7K (Why do I keep doing this?!)

Note. This is Part 2 of Free Somebody. I don't recommend reading this a stand alone, as you'll be very confused. Also this is once again based on real events, and I tried to convey my thought process as best as I could but.. LMAO. Some things end up unresolved but that is real life so, bear with me and enjoy.

IN THE FEW MONTHS YOU SPENT TOGETHER, YOU FIGURED OUT KANG TAEHYUN WAS HARD TO READ. Not that you held it against him or anything, but he kept you at a sizable distance and rarely shared his emotions with you.

It felt kind of embarrassing at first, seeing as you opened yourself to him so early on. Sure, it wasn't on purpose but it still happened.

So for him to call for you in such a frantic mood, said a lot about the his state of thinking right now, and you didn't know what to make of it.

Meanwhile, Taehyun felt like his world spinning out of control. All of this was happening, too much too fast.

You stood by his door, him having called you a couple minutes prior. He was scared, and he didn't want to be alone right now. Sure, the two of you weren't suddenly the best of friends. But right now, he just needed a set of ears to listen, and you were fine to oblige.

One of the perks of not being super close was that you wouldn't judge him for his reactions. You didn't expect him to hold it together or be something he's not. No, you caught the rawest sides of him, as he had seen yours. He had tried his best to keep you at arms-length when concerning his emotions, but right now was different. You knew when he pushed his pride aside to pick up the phone and call you, that this was a big deal. Though, didn't that just mean you were closer than you thought?

"I feel sick." Taehyun mutters, motioning for you to enter his room.

"What's wrong?" You question, noting the silence in the apartment. "And where are your roommates?"

His face goes pale at that. They were the last thing he wanted to talk about right now, or for lack of better words, one of them.

"I don't know what to do." Taehyun says, not looking up. His minds fleshing out a million thoughts and solutions, all written neatly side by side. Something of a white board in a science class, formulas drawn all across the expanse, but instead of equations it was just his bleeding problems.

"About what?" You say, growing anxious at the lack of explanation. He was clearly bothered by something, but his resistance in remaining secret was off putting.

"I'm supposed to be the rational one, the problem solver, but I have no idea what to do." He sighs, staring down at his hands.

"That's normal." You respond, moving to sit on the chair by his desk. Trying to collect your thoughts on what would be best to say next, though first you'd like to know what's shaken him up like this.

"Sakura's pregnant." He blurts out, your head whipping around to meet his. He almost flinches back as he said it, not expecting to be so transparent with you. Taehyun also knew it was none of his business to share, but he couldn't help it. It was like you had suddenly turned into a magnet that pried all this information out of him.

He felt his resolve slipping away and he hated it. For once he felt like he couldn't tighten his grip on his emotions.

"What?!" You whisper-yell, dumbstruck. "How do you-"

"I saw the test in the trash." Taehyun reveals. "Beomgyu's the father."

You run your hands through your hair. "This can't be happening." Taehyun had just dropped a huge bomb on you and was talking like he was discussing his lunch plans. One would think, how is he so collected? But you knew better, by the slight shake of his hands and his drawn out breathes, he was scared.

"Are you sure its her's?" You ask, maybe this was a misunderstanding.

"Soobin hasn't been with a girl in months. And he'd never be stupid enough to trash a positive test. Plus Beomgyu's straight in love with Sakura, it's not possible to think he would cheat." Taehyun says, recalling how he saw the stick sitting upright in the bin.

The words entering your head as you think. There could be another explanation right? Taehyun wasn't even fully sure, how could he be reacting like this?

"This is my fault. I led her straight to him. I never thought they'd be so reckless." He confessed, the words coming straight from his heart.

"Are you serious? They're adults Taehyun! This was their responsibility ok?" You speak, still a bit shaken by the news.

Your best friend was pregnant? How far along was she? When did she find out? What was she going to do now?

"But she's not ready for a baby, much less with Beomgyu."

This was truly a terrifying situation.

"Do you think she has a plan?" You ask, chewing your nail.

"I doubt she has one. Probably hasn't thought it through that far."

"We're not even sure that's what's going on." You attempt, trying to clear his thoughts.

Though you found it kind of hard to understand Taehyuns worry, it was a baby. This was not the end of the world, it wasn't even happening to him. Sure, things would change. But change is good, right?

Though, you'e determined to be there for him. So you try to comfort him the best way you know how. By distracting him.

You clap your hands together. "Okay, why don't we do something?"

"What?" He groans, not believing you had just said that.

"Lets watch a movie, something to take your mind off of things."

"I don't need to take my mind off of things." Taehyun maintains. "I need to figure out a solution."

"So then you called me for no reason? 'Cause we don't know shit right now, Kang." You fire back, not fond of his attitude. Though you were unsatisfied with your suggestion as well, what other choice did you have? He needed to calm down before he blew up at Beomgyu, or worse, Sakura.

He knew why he had called you, not for you to just pop up with a solution. He called you cause you're the only one who can ever manage to get him to stop overthinking so damn much.

"Pick whatever you want." He gives in, patting the seat next to him on his bed before handing you the remote to his TV.

You smile at his compliance and grab the object before flipping the screen on. "It's okay to be worried, I'm scared shitless too. But let's relax for a minute."

He lays back on his bed as he pulls the covers over the two of you, "What? I'm cold."

You just giggle as you press play on a movie, the previous qualms forgotten in favor of the crappy Netflix Original you had picked.

...

You stir awake as you begin to hear hushed voices. Oh, had you fallen asleep? Obviously, by the lack of light shining through Taehyun's window, you two had indeed knocked out. He still lays beside you comfortably, head resting on his arm as he remains napping. The end credits of the subpar movie you had put on rolled, indicating you two slept for around two hours.

You lean up and rub your eyes, throwing the blanket off of you. You really had to pee, which must've been the reason for your sudden awakening. Or maybe it was the small whispers that crept in from the living room, you didn't know. Were his roommates back? Was Beomgyu here?

Quietly, you patter over and open the door slightly. Making a beeline for the restroom, you sigh as you finally get to empty your bladder. After washing your hands, you attempt to silently make your way back to Taehyun's room, hoping to avoid confrontation with whoever was home. Sure it's not like anything happened, but it'd be awkward to explain why you were cuddled up with Taehyun in said boy's room.

Unfortunately, you don't get so lucky this time.

You hear the question of your name as you turn around. Beomgyu standing in the hall to see you, Sakura right behind him. Her face lights up as she see's you. "Hey! What're you doing here?"

Though you fear her tone is a bit too loud, and are scared of the two possibly waking Taehyun. He wouldn't exactly be thrilled to see the two of them anyways, so you figure you're doing them a favor as well.

"Taehyun's asleep." You whisper quietly, gesturing for them to lower their voices.

"Asleep?" Beomgyu blinks. "You were with him in his room?"

You just nod your head slightly. "We fell asleep while watching a movie."

"Yeah right." The male snorts as Sakura elbows him. She gives him wide eyes before telling him to knock it off.

"Well I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you both." She says, a huge smile on her face.

"Me?" You feign, pretending like you didn't have a clue. You can practically feel your face draining of color. So it was definitely hers.

"I was going to text you earlier, but I wanted to wait till we saw each other in person! But this is perfect!" She squeals, "I'll go wake Taehyun."

"I'll do it." You stop her, before catching yourself. "He's kind of grumpy today."

"Oh okay!" She says, not giving it another passing thought as you walk into Taehyun's room.

To your surprise, his eyes flutter open as you open the door. "Where did you go?" He grumbles, still somewhat asleep.

"Bathroom." You brush off. "But you need to get up."

"No."

"Sakura and Beomgyu are here."

And he shoots up, all signs of tiredness gone from his face. "What do they want?"

"I think she's going to announce her pregnancy." You say, eyes darting around. "She said she wanted to talk to us."

"Tell them I'm not in the mood."

"Taehyun." You reason. "She's your sister, and he's your best friend. Can't you at least pretend to be happy?"

He sits up as he slides off the bed, mumbling an annoyed "Fine." As he slips his shoes on. Clearly unready to look the two in the face.

He opens the door as Taehyun dons a bored expression on his face. Beomgyu doesn't miss a beat. "What took so long? Was she helping you pull up your pants?"

Taehyun doesn't respond, instead choosing to look over at his sister. "What's up?"

She smiles for the millionth time as she looks at Beomgyu. He grabs her hands in his, giving her reassurance. "I'm pregnant."

Taehyun just looks back at you. "I know."

Well that was anticlimactic.

"What?!" Sakura exclaims, taken aback.

"Genius here left your test out in the open." Taehyun says, pointing his head towards Beomgyu.

Sakura death glares her boyfriend before looking back at Taehyun. "You don't have anything to say?"

"What do you want to hear Sakura?" Taehyun begins, his attitude about to slip through.

"Congratulations!" You squeal, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "I'm so excited! How are you feeling?" Someone had to be the bright one around here. You know the pair was expecting some kind of celebration.

"I'm going to be a mom!" Sakura gushes, holding onto Beomgyu's shoulder. The fake smile remained plastered on your face, did she know what was coming? Had this been on purpose?

"Wow , a mom with an over demanding desk job, and a dad who acts like a child himself. Your baby will be a real kicker!" Taehyun remarks sarcastically. The grin is wiped off your face as you pull back on his arm.

Shaking your head, you notice the two in front of you stayed silent.

"Aren't you happy for us?" Beomgyu questions, caught off guard.

"Happy?" Taehyun says, looking between them. "Happy that you ruined your lives?"

The silence speaks for itself. Your heart growing heavy as you watch the upset look on the couples face.

"Okay," You interject, eyes looking from their dejected ones. "Taehyun and I are going to get some food before he can say anything else he'll end up regretting."

Sakura just nods as you grab onto Taehyun, angrily dragging him out the door as he mutters something about the situation. How could he be such a rainy cloud on their obviously sunny moment?

You could talk out other things later, but right now you were just focused on helping him get his coat on. Giving him harsh looks as you can't believe he really said that to them.

"That was insensitive." You speak as you close the door behind you two. Walking out of the apartment complex with a frown.

"What's insensitive is them thinking they can provide a suitable lifestyle for the baby." He says with his head hung low.

"That's not our business to worry about." You respond, shrugging. "We just have to be there for them anyway we can."

He just scoffs. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to be 'Uncle Taehyun' all of a sudden."

"You'll be a decent uncle." You tease.

"Does this mean Beomgyu will be my brother-in-law soon?" Taehyun's jaw drops.

"Woah, who said they were getting married?"

"No one." He shrugs. "But the two are so in love that it'll probably happen."

"See, they love each other." You point out, opening the door to the restaurant the two of you frequented. "They'll make it work."

"Love doesn't pay the bills." He replies as you two enter.

"No." You agree. "But it helps."

"You're so naive."

"Maybe." You say, dropping the topic as you two sit down to eat. "Oh, but before I forget.."

"Yes?"

"You have to apologize."

"For what?!" Taehyun speaks. "For telling the truth?"

"It wasn't your place!" You say back, careful to mind the volume of your voice. "You really hurt their feelings."

And he rolls his eyes before muttering a small fine as he looks over his menu. He was convinced you were the only person in the world who could get him to see the fault in himself sometimes. It was a weird trait, but he couldn't say it was bad. You kept him grounded a lot and he appreciated it. He hoped he had made as much of a difference in your life as you did his.

-

Standing in the grocery aisle, you looked over the several different types of jams and jelly's on the shelf. Which one would Taehyun like anyways? I mean, you were only really buying it for him. He was the one who came over and complained (About three different times) about your lack of ingredients for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Goodness, he took a lot out of you, but it was worth it if it meant cheering him up. You knew something this small could make his mood a little better. And right now, anything would help.

You pull out your phone, contemplating calling him when you hear the sound of your name called out. You lower your phone and turn around quickly, met with a face you hadn't seen in months.

"Yeonjun." You squeak out in surprise. Your eyes drift to where he has about four liquor bottles in his hands, eyebrows raising.

"Oh, these?" He says, noticing your eyes. "Old habits die hard, I guess."

You offer a meek smile. "Big party coming up?"

"No." He shakes his head, before quirking it to the side. "..And yes?"

You just giggle lightly. "Nice."

"It's my birthday next week." Yeonjun states, averting his eyes. You remembered, of course you had. This was one of your closest friends just mere months ago. The memories were forever etched in your mind though, you'd never associate that day with anything else.

"Well, happy early birthday." You nod, not really sure what else to say.

"I want you to be there." He blurts out.

Your eyes widen at that. "Yeonjun-"

"Wait, before you shut me down." He starts, his brain gearing into overdrive. "There will be no drinking or weed, and it'll just be a couple of people."

"I don't want you to change things for me." You respond, waving him off in an attempt to deny the invitation. "Enjoy your birthday."

"You could bake me a cake." He begins again, not letting up. "Like old times. It'll be a calm thing, like a peaceful parting."

You feel uneasy about it. "I don't know."

"I promise I'm not trying to make this weird. I would just like us to celebrate this last birthday together." And Yeonjun sounds sincere, looking down at the basket he held in his hands, awaiting an answer.

"I have your number." You smile, and he caught onto that you'd think about it. Though you knew what your answer would be the moment he had asked. So after grabbing the most appealing brand of jelly, you went straight for the baking aisle.

By the time you got home, you were ready to crash onto a pillow. Loading groceries and putting them up had taken forever. Though you had made plans with everyone this afternoon, wanting to ease the tensions lately. Beomgyu and Taehyun weren't really on speaking terms, and Sakura was going to have a meltdown if they didn't get it together.

Taehyun was arriving soon, planning to help you cook. He had been mostly compliant with the idea, not wanting to cause his sister anymore stress, though you knew he was having a hard time. Still, you had appreciated his effort.

You groan as you hear the knock on your door, you figured you should just give the boy a copy of your key anyways. Him and Sakura could share with how often they came over.

You let him in and watch as he slips his shoes off. Hanging his jacket as he places a few bags on your counter, mostly last minute stuff like drinks and cups. He stretches his arms as he begins opening your cabinets, taking things out as you sit down in a chair by your counter.

"Get to work, Taehyun." You smirk.

"That's Chef Taehyun to you!" He rolls his eyes and you laugh.

You help cut a few vegetables and season a few things as you make mostly light conversation. It felt good to talk about mindless things like new tv episodes and office gossip. Definitely a change in the usual topic of conversation lately, and you were thankful for that.

Taehyun finished dinner right on time for the others to arrive, both of them giving him a shy smile. Tensions completely obvious, but he was keeping it together.

And he did just that. For a while, it seemed like it was just the four of you, normally eating a dinner together. Conversation was mostly cut short though, no one really speaking up besides complimenting the food. You all did this pretty often, so it was almost like nothing had changed.

Nothing had to anyways. Right?

"You know," Sakura begins. "I was really thrilled when you invited us all to dinner."

You can tell shes itching to say something, so you play along. "Mhm, why's that?"

"Well, I have something I want to ask the two of you."

You go cold, what could she possibly need to ask you and Taehyun? It felt like everyone just wanted to drop bombs on you lately. So you held your breath.

"I want you guys to be the baby's Godparents."

Taehyun visibly stiffens at that, even allowing his fork to fall onto his plate with a loud clank. His eyes never leaving the table.

"Me?!" You question. You understood Taehyun, that was her brother. But you? You had only known Sakura for about six or seven months now, but she trusts you with her child? This was huge.

"Yes you!" She says, offended that you seemed so surprised. "I trust no one else more in the world than you. And I know that if anything were to happen to Beomgyu and I, that you would take that baby in with no hesitation."

You sit back in your seat, this would a lot of responsibility. What was even included in being a baby's Godmother?

"Taehyun." She continues. "You are my brother, the most responsible person I know. And Beomgyu and I trust you so much as well. I have no doubt that you two could work together in the future for this baby."

"Well, if we die, that is." Beomgyu attempts to lighten the conversation.

"I'd like time to think over it." He responds, grabbing his fork and resuming eating, seeming indifferent.

You know Sakura wants to say more but she backs off for the sake of keeping everyone off edge.

"I accept." You say, causing Taehyun to whip his head around. Sure, this was a lot of process in a few days, but you love Sakura. You'd like to think she had helped change your life for the better, so you'd be there for her. If roles were reversed, you know she wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you. Even if it was for something kind of far fetched, more of a title than anything. If it made her happy, then you would do it.

"Well, I was thinking we could make it official on Friday."

"I can't Friday, it's my friends birthday." You mention as you pout.

"Awe," She responds. "Ok, we'll do Saturday then?"

"Sounds good." You say, looking beside you. "Maybe Taehyun will have decided by then."

"Who's birthday is it?" He asks, changing the subject. "Can we come?"

"Oh, it's not a big party." You say. "Just a few of his close friends."

Beomgyu nods in understanding. "Sounds nice."

"You seem nervous. Something you're not telling me?." Taehyun pipes up again, you bringing a spoon to your mouth. He's onto you.

"What're you talking about?"

"Can we please just eat?" Sakura interjects, you and Taehyun looking shocked to her outburst. Even Beomgyu had an unexpected expression.

You just nod and offer an awkward smile. Everything was happening way too fast, so you couldn't blame her for snapping.

You nudge Taehyun on his arm. "So, how's the food?"

"Fine." He responds through gritted teeth. You sigh, he always loved talking about you two's meals. Saying how he wish he did things different, or that he loved the spices you added. But even that couldn't get him to speak again.

You're about to say something else when he suddenly stands up. Everyone looking up at him as he abruptly grabs his jacket.

"Taehyun?" You call out.

"I'm going home." He says, not even sparing you another look.

And you'd had it up to your ears with his attitude, your blood practically boiling. "Okay, then go."

And he looks back at you with a twinge of surprise evident on his face. You weren't going to ask him to stay? Or ask why he was so upset?

No you weren't. He wouldn't either after the way he's acted.

"I'm sick of all of you acting like this is normal. Like I don't have a right to be upset that my best friend knocked up my sister! Two of the most important people are starting a life that has no room for me!" He bursts, emotions pouring out.

"It's incredibly selfish of you to try and make everyone else miserable with you!" Sakura fires back. "I'm a grown adult, and I love Beomgyu. You are trying to make my baby all about you! I won't have my child around an uncle that sees them as an obstruction!"

"Then don't." And he walks towards your door. Slamming it on his way out, causing you to shrink in your seat.

It's silent for a couple seconds as Beomgyu runs his hands over his face. Sakura sitting back in her seat, obviously hurt.

Well this went to shit fast.

"He's taking this really hard." You speak up, attempting to defend him, when you're not even sure why.

"I know but I didn't expect him to react like this." Beomgyu says.

"He was so supportive of us dating too.." Sakura adds.

"Having a baby and dating are two different things." You remark, the two chuckling lightly.

"You can go after him, you know? We won't be mad." Sakura says, and she can tell that you so badly want to. But you surpress the feeling as you shake your head.

"He doesn't deserve it."

"He doesn't deserve you defending him either."

And you know she's right.

..

You don't talk to Taehyun for the rest of the week. Nothing so much as a text or phone call from him either. You feel somewhat hurt. You thought you two had grown an actual friendship, but it seemed so easy for him to cut you off. Like you had meant nothing.

It was all too familiar.

So it was ironic that you were slipping on your shoes to head to Choi Yeonjun's little birthday party. You had iced the cake that morning, taking extra long too, wanting to make a good last impression. That's right, last. You figured you really should just close things out on a good note. Seeing as you were struggling elsewhere, you figured you could do good with the one thing you had control over.

You put the cake in a little stand and headed straight for the front door. By the time you settled into your car, you see an incoming call from.. Taehyun?

"Hello." You say blankly as you bring your phone up to your ear.

"Can we talk?"

"Not unless you're ready to apologize."

"I am, please, can I come over?" He pleads.

"I'm busy tonight, remember?" You respond quietly.

"Then after?"

"Taehyun.." You trail. "I'm going to see Yeonjun."

You couldn't see him, but you could see his expression now. This would be like a slap in the face to him. Though, you knew your true intentions.

"Why?"

"I don't owe you any kind of explanation." You speak as you start your engine. Your stern take surprising even you. "I don't know when I'll be home, talk to you soon." You hang up the phone before he can get another word in. This night was going to take a bit out of you, and you didn't want Taehyun's intrusion to sour your time even more.

You just shake your head to yourself as you pull out of your driveway. The drive to Yeonjun's house is a short, familiar route. You wonder if this will be the last time you ever drive here.

You park next to what you recognize as Chaewon's car, wondering if she's aware that you're coming. Was Wooyoung? You throw the thought out of your head, it didn't matter if they knew or not. This was Yeonjun's day, and you were only here to make your last amends.

You can feel your hands somewhat shaking as you carry the cake to his front door. You couldn't believe you were back here after months. Would this change things? Would you fall back into them without the support of the others? And with the tornado that was your other group of friends? No, no you wouldn't. You would be strong, you got here through your own realizations. You were just here to suffice a last wish to one of your oldest, yet dying, friendships.

You knock gently on the door, unable to really ring the bell considering the cake that took both of your hands to hold.

The door swings open to reveal Wooyoung, the smile fading from his face as he see's you. He comes to a realization as he thinks out loud. "So that's why he said no booze."

Looking down at the cake in your hand, he moves to take it from you. But you're quick to brush him off as you smile awkwardly. "I got it."

And as you follow him into the house, you had confirmed the suspicion you had before. They hadn't known you were coming, and now you feel weird as everyone else might just think you decided to drop by.

Wooyoung moves some things off the kitchen counter so you can set the cake down, his hand grazing yours as he helps you put it down. You realize in that moment, that you felt nothing. It was a reassuring feeling, closure that your feelings had faded away. You weren't sure what to do with that information, but it did help anyways.

"Yeonjun, look who's here!" Wooyoung yells out to the living room.

The aforementioned is quick to stumble into the kitchen, eyes widening at your form. "You came!" He says, moving to look at the cake, almost like he didn't think you would. "It looks so good."

"That's what she said." Another voice remarked from behind him as they entered the area. It belonged to a male you'd never seen before, and a girl followed behind him on his arm. Were these new friends?

Yeonjun's quick to introduce you as a friend, to the new additions to their group, Mingi and Yunjin. Yunjin seems surprisingly ecstatic as your arrival, "Chaewon has told me so much about you! I've been wanting to meet you!"

"Yeah, Wooyoung say's you're the one who dyed his hair." Mingi speaks up.

"That was a long time ago." You say, you had only bleached it months ago. His new color was all due to his own touch ups and such.

"You got me something?" Yeonjun asks, looking at the bag hanging from your wrist. You had somewhat been at a loss of what to get him, only being able to use something your friend liked as reference.

"Uh," You stammer. "Taehyun say's they're like trending right now, so I picked one up for you."

Yeonjun smiles before taking the jacket out of the bag, his face lighting up. "I love it!"

And you grin, "I'm glad!"

"Taehyun? Like Kang Taehyun?" Yunjin qualms, quirking her head to the side. "Is he your boyfriend?"

You're about to shake your head when you stop yourself. "We're friends, I think."

"You think?" Wooyoung repeats.

"I-" You pause. "I don't know."

You really didn't, sure you guys could probably chalk up to close friends. But was that true? You looked out for each other a lot, but would Taehyun ever call you his friend? Would he?

But feelings were confusing. 'Cause at the same time, you felt maybe he could be something more to you. Something past the line of friends.

"He used to go to school with Mingi and I, super cool guy." Yunjin explains, smiling at you.

"Really?" Yeonjun says, sounding somewhat skeptical. "When I met him he was a sqaure."

"Hey," You say sternly. "He's fun."

Yeonjun backs off, quickly trying on his jacket. "Just saying."

"How do you not know what he is to you?" Wooyoung teases.

"I guess I never thought to ask."

"Yeonjun! I swear if I have to- Oh." Chaewon stops herself as she walks into the room. Spotting you as she all but gasps. "Hey."

"Hi." You manage to get out quietly.

Chaewon crosses her arms, "So are we like.."

You shake your head slowly. "Yeonjun just asked me to be here, to say bye, I guess?"

"Bye? Are you moving?" Yunjin asks.

"Something like that." You smile reminiscently. It would be easy to word it that way. You were moving, away from this life.

"Did you bake the cake?" Chaewon looks over at you.

You nod softly.

She smiles.

...

The night went better than you had imagined. You guys did stupid things like playing board games and telling stories. You warming up to everyone rather quickly. Nothing was awkward either, no one mentioned anything about your fight or sudden distance. It was just a normal hangout, minus the drugs of course.

The boys were currently playing a round of some video game on Yeonjun's tv when the girls huddle in the kitchen. Chaewon drinking sprite and Yunjin taking hits from her vape as you spot the tattoo donning her arm.

"That's badass." You say, her tilting her inner arm towards you so you can see it better.

"Thanks, Mingi has a matching one."

"You have couple tattoos?" You ask.

"Yup. We were wasted when we got them though, don't recommend."

And you just laugh. "That's.. admirable."

"Her and Mingi have been dating for like 6 years." Chaewon explains, your eyes widening.

"That's so cute." You grin, and it genuinely was.

"So what about you? Anyone special?" Chaewon smirks.

You sigh. "I'm not sure."

"Is it Taehyun?" Yunjin questions.

"Why do you say that?"

"I can tell by the way you've been talking about him like all night." Yunjin states. "Like earlier when Wooyoung brought up that new restaurant and you said you and Taehyun had already tried it. Or when you talked about the time you two went bowling. Or how about-"

"I think she gets it." Chaewon interrupts, laughing at the expression on your face.

Had you really talked about him that much? "I guess we just spend a lot of time together." You shrug.

"More like all your time." Yunjin winks.

Realization might as well have slammed you in the face. Maybe it would be more gentle to get by a bus than this. Did you like Taehyun? Is that why this was all so confusing?

You open your mouth to respond when Mingi comes barreling into the room, "Who want's to watch scary Youtube videos since it's midnight."

"Midnight?!" You exclaim, and as you check your phone, it confirms it is indeed about ten past midnight. "I should get home."

"Awee," Chaewon pouts. "But we're having so much fun."

"I'm sorry. I have something I need to do." You apologize.

"When will we see you again?" Yunjin pouts as she leans into her boyfriends side.

Chaewon grows silent as do Wooyoung and Yeonjun when they approach. All awaiting your answer, those three being the only ones who know why you're hesitating. Yeonjuns eyes light up expectantly. "You're welcome anytime."

You nod. "I don't know, when I have time, maybe."

But the three know what that means. "Thank you for coming. I had a good time, and I hope you did too."

"I did." You ease, grabbing your purse. You bid them goodbye, and Yeonjun pulls you in for a hug. Wooyoung follows as well, with Chaeown practically crushing you with her embrace.

"Until next time." Yeonjun nods, you trying not to notice the tears forming on his face.

"Yeah." You mutter.

Now, in the safety of your car, in your apartments parking lot. You want to bang your head against the steering wheel. Were you a fool? A fool for abandoning your closest friends? Or a fool for reuniting with them after you promised yourself you were done? You won't cry, you won't cry, oh. You're crying, but only a little.

You push all thoughts to the back of your mind, ready for a hot shower and bed. Just wanting to be freed from your thoughts for a little while.

Though that's all thrown out the window when you spot Kang Taehyun waiting at your front door. You just stop in your tracks, scoffing. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"So you waited here the whole time?"

"The whole time." He confirms, pacing back and forth.

You step to unlock your door, him waiting outside as you step in. You turn and gesture for him to follow you, giving him permission to enter. In all honesty, you were drained and did not have to deal with whatever it was that Taehyun was so upset about.

Especially now that you felt you didn't know where you stood with him? Yeah this was a wreck.

"So," You begin. "What did you come all this way for?"

"I've been thinking, a lot. About a lot of things, like my sister and my best friend. And about you." He stops. "We haven't talked in a while."

"It's been a few days." You tsk, annoyance taking over. "This couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

Taehyun ignores you as he continues. "I've been miserable these past couple of days, and not just because of everything else that's been happening."

"Go on." You sigh.

"I think I love you." He reveals, eyes blown as he looks up at you.

"Don't say that." You whisper, avoiding looking at him. He couldn't be serious, how could you not have seen it? Because he couldn't be. No, Taehyun was just confused. He was trying to cope, and he was confusing his platonic appreciation for you as romance. That was the only viable explanation.

"Don't say what? The truth?" He speaks up, looking almost offended. He had just bared his heart to you, and you won't even hear him out?

"You're upset." You breathe. "You're upset and you're deflecting."

"What does that have to do with-"

"You're just happy I'm here." You cut him off as you fumble with your hands, scrambling to rationalize this."Your life is changing, and I'm just a constant. If it had been anyone else, you would have confessed too."

"That's not true." Taehyun speaks out in denial. "If you want to reject me just do it, but don't say my feelings aren't real."

"Oh c'mon!" You throw your hands up. "You don't love me! Do you even remember what you said to me when we met?!"

"You're not that person." He responds, exasperated. "I was an asshole to you because I thought I knew you. Nothing can excuse that but-"

"So what?" You interrupt once again. "You know me for a few months and now you think you've got me all figured out?!"

"Why won't you just accept it?!" He fires back. "I love you."

You stay silent, throwing your head back as you listen. He said he loved you, and you hated how your heart skipped a beat.

"And don't say it's not real because it is. I'm in love with you, not the person you've pretended to be. I love the way you care for me, the way you know how to cheer me up, the way you force me out of my shell. I love simple things like your hair, your smile, your sense of humor, and everything else." He pauses as he stares at your silent figure. "I've never felt this way about anyone."

You won't even face him, opting to look towards the ground. This was all too much for one night.

He stands as he fights back tears. "Are you going to sit here and tell me you don't feel it too?"

You have to lie. You can't accept his confession. You can't be in love with Kang Taehyun. You won't allow yourself to be.

The last time you fell in love with a friend, you ruined everything.

"We're too different-" You calmly start.

"No we're not, you said it yourself." He speaks truthfully. "And so what if we are? We could work through differences because that's what people in love do."

People in love?

"What if this ruins everything?" You tear up. "What if we don't work?"

"Then we worry about that later." Taehyun responds.

You take a seat on your couch, head in your hands. "There's just so much going on right now."

He cuts in before you keep going. "I know, and not having you by side made me realize how much I need you."

"Why? You're the strong guy here, I'm just the weak one who keeps falling back into her old-"

"Hey," He stops you. "I understand why you went to see Yeonjun. He was your friend for a long time, it can be hard to say no. I don't care if you hang out with them, as long as you're staying true to who you are."

You grab his hand from where it sits beside you on the couch. Holding it between yours as you wipe your tears with your other hand. "We can do this right?"

His eyes flicker to yours as he nods softly.

So you kiss him, and it feels right. Like you were meant to be here, kissing Taehyun at one in the morning. The both of you with tears in your eyes, but no care in the world besides each other.

There were still problems, yes. But they weren't going to be solved right now, you couldn't do anything, so you'd leave it up to the universe to worry about that. It's incomplete, yet you know everything will be okay in the end.

Much like real life.

-

#taehyun #taehyun imagines #taehyun x reader #kang taehyun x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu choi #txt yeonjun #wooyoung #yunjin #mingi #chaewon #sakura #taehyun txt #tomorrow x together fic #txt fic #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt series #txt scenarios #txt taehyun

[eyelessfaces]

OK SO I was listening to Chappel Roan and the song “casual” came on and holy shit… I’m having ideas like-

“My friends call me a loser cause I’m still hanging around” like you and Llewyn run in different circles and when your friends realize you’re hooking up with this homeless folk singer who clearly doesn’t care all that much for you they have some obvious concerns but you’re just so deep into it that you can’t get out, even though you know Llewyn doesn’t treat you the best or think of you as anything besides a quick fuck and a couch to sleep on

“You said ‘we’re not together’ so now when we kiss I have anger issues” like you’re putting so much time and effort into him, making sure he feels safe and comfortable with you and he’s just an asshole and you know he’s using you but you can’t help how much you care for him and how much you’re attracted to him and you just can’t stop even though you know it’ll only end badly

“Knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?” like you can’t help but think about it every time you’re together, how adamant he is that this isn’t anything real but he’s in your bed more often than not even if he’s gone before you wake up or makes his way back to you couch afterwards and obviously y’all are getting it on any place any time because you have no self control and you feel awful afterwards but you just can’t stop

“And I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space” like you know what he needs and maybe you’re younger than him and you’re desperately trying to be like those cool older girls but you’re just not because you care too much to be so nonchalant all the time and you genuinely want him to be happy even if that means he’s not with you

“I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner, your parents at the table, you wonder why I’m bitter” like maybe you go out with him somewhere and run into his friends and you can tell he’s obviously a little embarrassed that you’re meeting them because you’re so different and you’re younger but when he drags you from the table it’s to the bathroom and you hate how eager you are

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself” like eventually you cut it off and realize that as much as you care for him he doesn’t care about you so you distance yourself and you feel awful for weeks and weeks but eventually your life gets better and you find a good person who treats you well and introduces you to his friends and isn’t embarrassed to hold your hand in public and maybe one night you run into Llewyn and he sees you with this new guy and his regret is obvious but you’re not even going to entertain that idea because you know you deserve better

Anyway, I love pain and I love making my blorbos suffer (and like as much as I love and adore my sad little kitten man we all know he’s lowkey a bitch lmao but I still love him) and the whole entire song fits but I just wanted to highlight some of my fav lyrics and also otherwise this would be so long and it’s already long bahahaha

no because what hurts the most about this is that HE WOULD. HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD.

realistically if I existed in the inside llewyn davis universe I would be his victim lmfao I'm 100% sure about that

funfact I listened to the song before reading your whole ask and I knew this would hurt but NOT THAT MUCH you somehow managed to make this worse. 😭this broke me why would you do this to me I didn't expect THIS kind of angst when you dmed me .

#llewyn davis x reader #llewyn davis #llewyn davis headcanon #llewyn davis headcanons #inside llewyn davis #jane answers #oscar isaac

[the-bloody-sadist]

Hello... Do you mind if I ask your top favorite fanfics that you've written or top favorite arts that you've drawn? Why are they're special to you? Do you have specific inspiration when you wrote or drew them? Thanks if you want to answer.....

Ah!! It's so nice of you to ask! I'll list my favorite fanfics I've done (there aren't many) since the artworks are a bit harder to define as a favorite or as something I just enjoyed working on that didn't give me much trouble.

Sinner (Bungou Stray Dogs | Fyodor x Dazai) : I'm sure it comes as NO surprise that my most popular fanfic is the top favorite I've ever written, but I'm glad it turned out that way. Whenever I finish turning it into an original work, I hope it rings just as true to all the fans who read it for Fyodor and Dazai as a standalone fiction. This one is special to me because it's based very closely on my real-life experience with an abuser who was my first partner. There's a handful of other influences on the story as well, including some Killing Stalking and Nitro + Chiral games (Togainu no Chi, Shiki route, if you're curious), but I explain this in far more detail in my author's note at the end of the fanfic! I won't beat a dead horse!

The Unpredictable Structure of Control (Bungou Stray Dogs | Fyodor x Dazai) : Fyozai is my top favorite ship for self-reflection, and since all of my writings are clearly about me (help) and the things I've felt or have wanted to feel over the course of my life, this one centered on my thoughts about asexuality and the hatred of pain along with the need to self-destruct. It's overly flowery and poetic, but the alien nature of the way I get to write when in Fyodor's perspective is one of my FAVORITE styles to play with. I'm very happy with how it came out! I don't believe there was a specific inspiration for this one other than myself and probably whatever fanfics I was reading at the time. Usually when I write, I have a basic theme in mind to build off of, and the one for this work was "second-hand self-harm".

Worth, as Determined by a Lover (Trigun Stampede | Wolfwood x Vash) : This one was inspired by one of my favorite Vashwood fics I've read multiple times by intimatopia called careful fear and dead devotion . I adore the fic and was left with a craving to do something of the same vein ever since I'd first read it! It felt so accurate to their characters and relationship, and I felt like I'd done a good job at what I wanted to do when I finished mine! There's always a little bit of me in every work, but there was definitely a LOT of current events and friends who'd inspired that one, particularly, and I still hold dear what it meant to me and them at the time. Even though one or two relationships have soured since then (not because of it LMAO), I hope if I update this work, that person will see and possibly read and feel heard. I don't know if I'm capable of that, but we'll just have to see! (Sorry for the cryptic talk on this one, it's late.)

There you go! I didn't want to do more than a top 3, otherwise I'd ramble about several others even though they're not exactly my favorites to this day. These are the few that even I'll go back and read when I'm feeling lonely, and they've somehow managed to avoid my self-disgust reaction.

Thanks again for asking! <3

#sadist’s answered asks #favorite fics #ao3 link

[pinktom]

hi! for those random character questions, all for LS characters: 5,6,13,16,37 for Tom Sr. and James (whom I both adore wholeheartedly) and just for fun: 23,24,44 for our edgelord queen Delphi and favorite fat lesbian Cedric <3

OMG my DILFs! And my emo gurl! And my fat misshapen lesbian! A pleasant surprise - thank you for asking, Anon. 🐍

PS: I answer these questions with using Ch. 1-10 as the reference, with no additional information or coloring that will come in Ch. 11-15.

Best personality trait

Tom Sr., like his son, is unapologetically himself. He values autonomy and independence above social acceptance or companionship, and he raised his son the same way. I suppose it's his folly as well, but on a human level, I find it sexy.

James is equally unapologetic, but instead he values lawfulness* and goodness. We know he's college educated, so we know he had some breadth of career choices, and he chose to be a cop — a rather unglamorous but, in his own view of the world, a role that keeps the public safe and assures criminals are held accountable for the harm they cause.

(*I would guess this is why James arouses so much frustration in some of the readers who were kind enough to share their reactions with us! Tom is our protagonist, and he's pathologically criminal.)

Worst personality trait

Well, Tom Sr is a snob, and big time. His parenting style very clearly contributed to Tom being an outcast, and yet he just passes the blame off on the "parochial" children who, unlike Tom, were raised by "uncultured" parents. As if the kids didn't want to befriend Tom because he was rich (we see the Weasley twins still extended him an offer), rather than the fact he went around hissing like he could talk to snakes.

James, while not a snob, is similar insofar as he's extremely judgmental. He didn't like Tom Sr for valid reasons, but lbr, he also simply wasn't keen on his weird kid being near his own son. Once James deems someone weird (e.g., Snape, Morfin, Tom), he struggles to relate to them. He gets this sort of pity that can either stay in the realm of discomfort or grow into straight up rage.

Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

For Tom Sr … Agree to go on a television show. (:

For James? Thus far? Personally I'll stand by it being him rejecting Tom Sr.'s playdate suggestion, even if it's more of a hindsight thing. But I think it is dumb, fundamentally, because it demonstrated some of his worst traits - the aforementioned judgmental-ness, as well as his controlling nature and certainty he can make the best choices on his son's behalf, rather than leaving the decision up to him.

Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

They're both pretty delulu.

I tend to think, with having a bit of a persecution complex about Tom, Tom Sr. really wishes someone did something bad to Tom that could excuse his behavior … LMAO. Perhaps a dark part of him hoped to have it revealed that, somehow, Tom was being manipulated by a paedophile or something.

As for James, I think it's pretty obvious by now that he confuses his own fears with this sense of responsibility to protect his son. He's yet to admit to himself that, all this time, he was the one who was afraid, and he just projected it onto his son so he didn't feel like a coward or have to actually address it. (Men, amirite?)

What they really think about themselves

This one is pretty easy to answer, actually. They've both matured fully into who they are, as grown men, and they both stand by their morals, principles, and actions. I think they both really think they are clever, correct, and just. Neither suffer ego-based insecurities that conflict with their self-concept or self-expression.

~

If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Delphini would obviously smell like black roses and fresh blood x)

Cedric wears cheap mass-market raglans so he'd have to have some sort of basic scent. I'd go with fresh linen. Sure it's good, but is it really memorable? Debatable.

Most annoying habit

Oh you KNOW she will turn any conversation back on her favorite topic, and if you dare try and get a word in, edgewise, you will likely be cut off.

Where I was raised, old ladies say, "Ahh, bless your heart," when they think you're absolutely dogshit stupid, but are trying to stay nice about it. Cedric defo has that kind of "knowing" smile some people get, that has the same vibe. And he isn't afraid to flash it on you!

Their happiest memory

Delphini's was recently made -- seeing, with her OWN EYES, trueship realized! And she was the FIRST to see it! Take that bitches.

Cedric literally makes me feel the laugh emoji 😂 when I think about him being happy. He'd probably say it was seeing his Gran 👵🏻💖 after such a long time apart !!!

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If you made it to the end of this, I am astounded, shocked, and honored. Thank you. 🙏

#lover’s spit #q #sorry for sitting so long on this one!

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Hello! Hope you’re well! Thoughts on Pluto opposite mc?

omg ! so let me say this was stuck in the drafts. idk how long ago this was sent but here u go bby lmao

if its opposing the mc then its in the fourth. you have a powerful presence that you are sometimes not aware of. your attraction to the unknown propels you to go through great lengths to go deep within yourself. you're challenged by family members which has put you under a lot of pressure to be something. you could be very successful amongst your family or just better off and this could attract jealousy for some of them. you have a gift in breaking generational curses as a lot of pressure is put on you from a young age.

this placement shows a very controlling family life. you may have been put into a cage figuratively speaking, as you werent able to truly live as a child and had to face the darkness of reality sooner than most. you grew up much quicker than your peers, and as much as you want something more for yourself apart of you weeps for that childhood you were suppose to have.

could of had difficulties with family members, some abusive and maybe some traumatizing experiences that made you close yourself off to people.

even people close to you have a hard time figuring you out due to your secretive nature. it is mostly due to some crazy experience you had as a kid and it will take sooo much effort for you to open up.

this secretive nature however brings you deeper into the unknown, helping you see the reality of your family, your friends, your neighbors and just the world itself.

people might deal with you from far away because you can see through them a little too easily, and from what i notice its better for you to control it because it can be a lot for you to deal with. i feel a lot of 'kali' energy here and what i mean is the energy of kali is about death and clearly out low vibration/demon energy so when i say people decide to steer clear from you a bit its more so because you can see past their wounds, demons, lies, deceit etc.. and you have zero tolerance for it. they'll be removed quicker than they can run for it. this makes people vulnerable and thats hard for people to accept.

pluto opposing mc could also be in the 3rd, so if it is in your chart (because that wasnt clear), it would still have much of the energy of the 4th. however in the third house it would have potential in speech where your powers can shift the room through the voice. you could of had an ancestor who was a powerful speaker and could of been a healer with their words.

your voice can move mountains and can change others. the ic opposes the mc which means at some point it needs to balance itself out. you may want to hide your inner self from the world, but the world needs that to grow. be more open to being vulnerable to the ones closest to you, you may not know who you'll help heal and change.

#astrology thoughts #astro observations

[lycankeyy]

Since I'm following the fnaf sun and moon tags I've been seeing some discussion of Sun's characterization in HW2 and while im a lurker I HAVE been sitting on thoughts on the DCA since SB dropped so I might as well put down my two cents (also spoilers for the secret ending)

It's been my opinion since literally SB came out that one of the primary effects of the "virus", should it exist, is that it exaggerates negative personality traits. It's honestly been rly fun seeing people also come to this conclusion over the past 24 hours LMAO. While I think it's primary focus was to corrupt the animatronics' security protocols so they would attack people on sight, the personality altering was an added side effect. (Added note: this is also my explanation for why Sun isn't aggressive in SB, Sun's security protocol is Moon)

So while Roxy's low self-esteem has turned into her being so obsessed with attention she'll kill you if you don't Stare at her, Monty's rocker attitude has devolved into constant destructive rage, and Chica's obsession with food has gotten so bad she's now attacking people over it, I believe we're finally seeing more of how Sun was affected. I don't think he wasn't affected in SB - the way he grabs you and refuses to let you go anywhere, the fact that he can't even handle a small mess when he literally works at a daycare. It was subtle but there was some corruption there.

I think HW2 elaborates on this. Again we see his fixation on not letting you move, his hatred of messes (to the point of threatening or actually committing violence this time and destroying the art you make when its clear from his living spaces that he usually keeps art made in the daycare). He also gets very angry at you for taking a while to do things or getting things wrong. He actively discourages creativity. While this could be laughed off as Fazbear Ent being shitty per usual, we know that Sun actually was good at his current job at some point, so this is probably further alteration. I also think this minigame takes place some time before SB given how casually he threatens to set Moon on you if you annoy him enough LMAO. Clearly still a little freaked out by him but not enough to be completely terrified of transforming.

I also think worth noting is the probability that we're playing as an adult, specifically a technician (whether it be Vanessa or Cassie's dad). If Vanny has been tinkering with Moon for a while by that point (given the secret ending, it makes it clear that their relationship is one where Moon is Vanny's sentient tool to be used), I think Sun has very good reason to be sassy and passive-aggressive with technicians at this point, considering its heavily implied Moon hasn't always been the way he is now and also less-heavily implied that Sun enjoyed his other half's company at one point.

Long story short I think the virus (should it exist) is exaggerating Sun's traits of perfectionism and being controlling, likely leftovers from when he was a stage animatronic. And with or without that explanation, his behavior also makes sense if you assume he doesn't like technicians or adults in general.

But thats just a theory a personal interpretation theory like comment suscribe 👍

#someone else has probably had these exact thoughts before idk like i said im a lurker #💛 #fnaf hw 2 spoilers #fnaf spoilers #fnaf hw 2 #sun fnaf #sundrop #theres so many character tags for him help

[tri-pofdeath]

OKAY TIME FOR MY VOLUME SIX THOUGHTS, fashionably late as ever (Milly is me sleepin through the last several weeks of bookclub) everything under the cut and apologies in advance for the length this one is. SO MUCH. (all of them are from hereon out but ya know)

Man, seeing the toll everything that has happened has taken on everyone (particularly the memories of July on Vash and Meryl)... brutal honestly. Meryl is kept up by nightmares and reacts very strongly to Vash getting into fights and completely shuts down when she sees him plant-out/have such a close call with a bullet. Which, both very understandable and very uncharacteristic for her- Meryl is very resilient and at this point is no stranger to dangerous scraps with bandits like this, so it says a lot she is reacting so strongly. And of course Vash is ALSO noticeably, unnervingly, different- he's drunk and so very distant/hollow, reckless, and just. Off. Not to mention practicing his shooting until his hand bleeds...Maybe if he brute forces training he won't loose control like that again? <:) That's all to say, the Weight of everything that's happened feels very palpable (Also, this is the first...well, I don't want to say low stakes, but kind of low stakes moment the gang has had in a WHILE. The GHG's let them go (for now) and now they have to sit with what happened.

I really like that Meryl receiving the derringers from her father and how that levels the playing field for her some/brings her a step further into Vash/WW's world is an idea that keeps getting brought up, and I like how it comes up here... her connecting how Awful it felt to how Vash must be feeling and wondering if he'll be able to fight again really Got Me man. ow ow ow ow

ALSO!! This idea being contrasted with Wolfwood, who is self-described as the most violent of them, being UNABLE to shoot Knives in a critical moment (and Vash, too) is a really fun and spicy parallel for the three of them

Speaking of Wolfwood. I really like the conversation he has with Meryl here. He's been having ... an ongoing crisis about Vash and Knives' inhumanity and what the consequences of their power are for him, so it makes sense he'd.......Try....to connect with Meryl on it here, who also cares about Vash but is clearly STRUGGLING. It feels like he sees with Meryl more eye-to-eye, even if he does still encourage her to leave and find safety (I think it's notable that he specifically says this is a bad situation for Milly, rather than it's safer for BOTH of them to just leave/not worth it/etc. but tbh take that with a grain of salt it could mean any number of things) . as always kudos to Wolfwood for his continued commitment to the bit and inability to be straightforward about things god bless. also meryl's YOU KNOW??? is so funny to me sjkdghksj

MAN!! Knives learning about the black hair effect is so harrowing!! Both the witholding of vital information (and thus having power of him) wrt to the black hair effect and learning about the last runs by witnessing one with no warning as sure the worst things most belief-affirming things that could have happened here, huh. Obviously the last runs are horrifying as are Nightow's visuals, but man there is something so personal about the particular flavor of body horror that comes with learning something so critical about your body too late- particularly when Knives has been actively researching plant biology and likely thought himself pretty knowledgeable. This particular flavor of body horror always hits me like a gd freight train though i gotta say

hi this breaks my heart <:) they're so young, this is their first birthday, Rem is the only person they've ever met or spoken too, and they're still extremely aware of their precarious situation enough so that they thank her just for accepting them. i'm gonna throw up goodbye

ok cross x assassins time it's so silly i love it

joe tooth and. this kid. are such a funny fakeout for this lmao- also oh god plant cult, oh god all of these bandits who just. hang out around here. they will Never have to pay for security at least

GOD. SIBLING BEHAVIOR . horrible

i do want to talk abt their relationship at some point and how knives factors in but i may have to wait. til the end of bookclub. or just not do it for bookclub

i also have more things to say abt elendira in general but yknow, another time, curse Spoilers

[SOUNDS OF HORRIFIC BRUTAL BLOODY VIOLENCE] oh our guests are here!

imagine with me for a moment the bit where legato sticks out the coin pieces on his weird long tongue but from livio's point of view. it's like his first time meeting him i'm pretty sure, he doesn't even know why he's hanging from the ceiling or what the coins or for or anything. he just has to be quiet and grateful for it.

#trigunbookclub #collapses into a pile.... this volume is So much

[genderlesshades]

okokok so I know I meme on the radiance and the pale king a lot, but I'm also kinda going "god damn what a terrible situation to be in" at all parties. Mb its just cause I haven't read the lore in a hot minute, time span? I'm having 4 am thoughts don't mind me. This may not even make sense in the morning lmao. just enjoy the ramblings if ya want yall

anyways, To have an entire group of people completely abandon one god in favor of another in such a short timespan? well usually that happens cause of stuff like genocide or cultural genocide. And maybe I just happened to miss it, but I don't think that happened in hallownest. But maybe it did and maybe thats why radiance got so fuckin mad. Or maybe the moths just slowly drifted away towards PK, which can happen over generations. But it also sort of seems like. self destructive ig. Radi destroying the people of any neighboring kingdom because she's *furious* man. so upset, and angry, and lonely even. Like, imagine being a very powerful individual with a very loyal fan base only for some weird ass fork looking thing to steal that fan base away from you. Well, more like a kingdom but ig fanbase may be the online equivalent. But here comes some fuckoff weird fork lookin man, steals your look, steals your people, and then fucks off. AND. Also stole folk away from some other nearby local gods? the fucks up with that?? fuck you actually PK. I'm gonna idk, wipe out ur cities. that's pretty reasonable for a god's reaction right?

"hold on hades, she also targeted others who weren't aligned with PK. Why would radi target them? weren't they hurt by the PK's actions?" Yes great question invisible audience. But here's the thing, people don't react reasonably all the time. Radi basically lost everything. Her people started drifting away from her until there was one singular old moth left who still seemed to care about her still. And they were alone. Her and her singular moth follower were oh so painfully alone, with nothing but ghosts to keep them company.

So she lashes out. Ignoring the fact that causing a massive plague is generally extreme cause she's a god, we can still recognize that she is very deeply hurt, upset, and angry. And normal people when hurt, upset, and angry, don't usually think clearly. They tend to say things that hurt people, or sound agressive, or even be agressive. Some people may isolate even, though different people do different things. Radi's reaction was to lash out in a way that hurt anyone around them.

"ok, but what does this have to do with places like Greenpath or Deepnest?" GREAT question invisible audience. Sometimes people react to things that are associated with a certain topic with the same reaction as the certain topic. There are certain songs I disliked until I saw a really cool video go along with it, which made me like the song. The brain is weird like that, and likes to categorize things (even if we don't recognize it as categorizing). Add in a "me vs them" mentality and it only gets worse. That is likely what happened here. Radi gets pissed off at PK, and likely also at the white lady. Well, the white lady has control over greenpath now, unlike Unn, so fuck the greenpath too cause that's technically part of PK's domain. WELL he *also* has an alliance with the mantis tribe, and control over the mushroom tribe. So fuck them too.

Maybe Deepnest would have been safe if Herrah and PK didn't have their deal, but they did, and now Deepnest is terrible too for siding with PK. Maybe the hive or outer edges would have been safe, but the colluseum houses itself in a wyrm's body. And maybe at that point, radi was certain that it was her vs the world, so she *had* to protect herself/defend her honor.

"well didn't the PK deserve all that?" I mean, if you look at it from Radi's perspective sure! but what about PK's perspective? He starts up a pretty cool kingdom, has a lovely wife, is well loved by his subjects, and Radi's followers stsrt deciding to follow him. He can't control that, though he could certainly try to discourage it. He tried being friendly, though perhaps it is in his nature to want to consume all he can. To control as much as possible, to become the bigger enemy. Perhaps he and radi just fuckin. Poofed up at each other like chickens do and instead of anyone going "hey man, whats goin on? maybe we can figure this out with our words" they just keep poofing up at each other, mad at the other for different reasons.

So his people start getting sick with this religious disease caused by what's clearly a rival God. So he tries to figure out the source, and to find solutions with the least drastic measures. But it slowly builds to more and more desperate attempts until he discovers the void, something very opposite of what he and the radiance is. So he casts the children of him and WL into the void, and waits. Because *surely* this will work. a container to hold this fucker in. Trains up this container so they're really good at being a container. Well, the container is leaky and he doesn't realize until it's too late. The infection comes back, and he loses everything he once had, just like Radi did.

I think messing with the void might have led to his death, just like it does with Radi, just maybe less aggressively. Both were so desperate to try and maintain something that was never going to last, only to be consumed by what's nearly a literal definition of an end.

Maybe if they would've just talked, they would still be around with thriving communities. Maybe they would have been friends, or akin to siblings maybe. Perhaps PK and WL would have had children, and deepnest may have slowly crumbled apart from not having an heir of royal blood. Maybe Unn would regain their strength and join the other gods. Who knows what the possibilities could have been.

It's a shame, though, knowing such a connection could never happen.

#hollow knight #the radiance #pale king

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Fighter (Arthur Harrow x F!Reader)

- !!!! MINORS DNI !!! -

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F!Reader

Words count : 11.648

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Reader, a brief moment with Layla, Marc, Jake, Ammit, and Khonshu

Tags : Slow burn, Smut, Self-insert reader, character x reader, Enemy to Lover

Warning : Plot with porn, unprotected sex (P in V), curse and swear words, Bite kink, Scratch kink, mention of abuse and neglect, blood, come part with violence, the reader dominated him at some point, Suicidal thoughts, attempt to do indirect suicide, possibly a death of one character (Tho i'll leave this character's fate up to your interpretation), Arthur is literally a warning lmao

Author Note : - The reader is an informant of a rich collector and lived in Indonesia at the moment.

-This was my first time writing full english fan-fiction so forgive any mistake and i hope you enjoy it as i had a blast writing it ;)

-I got the idea from here

Available on Ao3 soon

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Call me fighter

I'll mop the floor with you

Call me lover

I'll take you for a drink or two

You'll get older

And maybe then you'll feel some control

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Your afternoon was already exhausting, and now your phone begs to be answered. Your target was a peculiar man, and he's no easy meal for this work. With his basic red clothing, he appeared humble. A worn pair of footwear, producing strange rattling noises between his stride. You are convinced he probably put glass shards inside his shoes.

You  just stared at the phone, resting on your bed with your cotton pals. It's not that you didn't complete your mission. Your boss's curiosity about the man's goal has been satiated. And whoever was on the other end of the ringing phone probably was not pleased. God only knows how he got your phone number and who you were. The thought in your mind led you to pick up the phone and see what the old man wanted.

"I was about to worry that you wouldn't pick up my call," the speaker says in a rough yet whispery voice.

"There's no need to be concerned, priest. My boss was simply intrigued. Whether you've completed your religious duty, he merely wants to know if there are any leftovers he can take." Your lips emit an unfriendly sound.

"I'm not a priest. I was just a simple man assigned by a goddess with cleaning up the world. to release your from your unjust punishment"

"Hmm hmm, and that's clearly not our objective. Then get her out immediately. I couldn't care less. I did not cause you or your goddess any harm. So just leave me alone. I don't want to hear your voice any longer."

A slightly agitated tone, hoping it would pierce through his heart. The third party between them was silence. Until another deep husky voice is heard.

"There's no reason to solicit your rage. I'm just curious what you'd do with the fact that you're carrying right now-"

"Didn't I tell you already?! The leftovers. Whatever it may be. The artifacts. The gold and silver. The actual photo of the goddess." You became agitated.

"Or perhaps," You said softly.

"You ? Whatever I can obtain from you, it shall be"

"I'm curious what you can take from me. I don't waste my money on frivolous items. You'd never find riches in my pocket "He chuckles lightly, unconcerned at the threat.

"Your heart. That'll do."

"My, I suppose I need that to cross to the reed field," a stillness returns.

"That is, assuming she would approve my penance," he sighs. There was something he was concerned about.

"The only thing you'd have to worry about is me putting your red blood pumping organs on display in my cabinet. But if you insist on pestering me, I'd prefer to implement my plan as soon as possible."

The conversation ended with a phone click. If he wants to continue to bother me with a lot of chats, that's his choice. You eventually rested your head on the pillow, dreamless.

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It was just another Saturday in your normal week. In a coffee shop near your house, it was just you and your peace. The seats were half full and fortunately, everyone appeared to be minding their own business.

Until a man with a cane entered through the glass door and said he was looking for someone. As a result, the barista pointed to a corner seat with a painting and a yellow light above it. You slumped back in his seat. You exhaled forcefully. A couple glanced at you briefly before continuing their talk without more consideration. The man grinned at the short woman and approached you with his iconic cane.

"I hope this seat isn't taken," he said as he stood a short distance away, waiting for your permission to sit.

You  gave him a harsh look before placing your backpack next to your feet.

"The seat was occupied by the voice of my intrusive thoughts that want to end you at this location, but proceed."

"I'm delighted I can see you again without having to go looking for you. This city is lovely, although things can get a little overwhelming, especially when it comes to finding someone..."

You  raised your brow.

"...as little as you"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. This isn't the first time someone has commented on your height. You're accustomed to it. However, his statements could be interpreted metaphorically.

"I am, indeed, shorter than you. Thank you for your observation. That was almost forgotten." Under your inaudible whisper, you cursed, one side of your upper lips raised. Fucker.

"I never said that was a disadvantage. You can conceal your body in the smallest spot where no one can see it. You could even hide beneath this table and I wouldn't notice."

"I'm not going to hide from you. Give me more threat, and I'll mop this floor with your face " You tilted your head, leaned in toward him, your brow wrinkled and your gaze as piercing as a dagger.

"But you did say you'd pluck my heart from its hiding place inside my rib cage. I guess we're even now " He also leaned in.

You could see each other's eyes since the distance between them was so close. You could see his alluring, stunning blue eyes. Anyone who didn't know would think you were dating and having romantic feelings for each other.

"But we're not here to discuss what we're going to do in the future."

"Correct. We've come to enjoy whatever we've been served. Look, this week has already been exhausting for me, and you come to spoil my day as if you rule the entire world. Don't you have more important things to accomplish than piss me off?" Your parted lips produce  rapid paragraphs with an agitated tone. Because his presence overwhelmed you with every form of hatred you possessed.

You  shifted your gaze to your phone, ignoring the old man, who was now looking at you with remorse. You didn't care whether it was just another ruse or whether he was genuine.

"Then I really apologize for bothering you in your afternoon. Let me, at the absolute least, accompany you in your loneliness "He nodded and stood up to order a plain black coffee. Looking at you, he lifted his cane on the seat. He seemed to be instructing you to keep an eye on it.

Loneliness.

You only gave the old man a passing glance before returning to his cane laying on the seat. Tempting. I'm curious how much this would sell for on the market. Perhaps my big boss would want to keep it to himself so he could gaze at it with his eyes every day? your thoughts were interrupted when he returned with a small cup of coffee in his hand. He placed it very next to your drink, touching each other. You ignored him and returned to your phone.

"Do not be concerned; there is no need to speak again. We'll take advantage of the silence to unwind "He drank a sip of coffee.

It was still really hot. His expression tells you. His tongue should be burned. While coated with fake sneezing, you almost laughed. You've earned it.

The silence lasts an hour.  you were engaged in a conversation over your phone, whilst Arthur was observing the incoming and outgoing guests as if he could read their minds. Your beverage is no longer touching, and it is already empty.

"I'm going home. Unless you want to stay, I believe you should move off of your seat as well "Her voice is softer than it was before. Your wrath appears to leave the area before you.

"Do you think you'd be willing to give me a ride? Maybe you could show me a little bit about this place." The elderly man arched his brows. A small smile begged you to say yes.

"I don't take strangers for rides."

"Oh, where has my manners gone? We didn't even know what each other's names were-"

"Yet you possess my phone number. Surprising, isn't it?"

"Regarding that, someone happened to know your phone number and generously handed it to me. Don't worry, I'll erase your phone number after everything is accomplished."

"I can't wait to be at peace once more."

Her rage appeared to be returning to the location, as it has left something behind.

"Harrow, Arthur. But please address me as Arthur." He extended his hand for a warm handshake.

You told his name as well and sluggishly grasped his hand in yours.

The handshake was solid and gripped tightly. The difference in their sizes is noticeable. After you left, his fingers brushed over the back of your palm.

"Perhaps you've changed your mind now that we're no longer strangers?" He cocked his head. Like a puppy begging a treat.

It's difficult to know whether he was being deceptive or genuine. You can tell what a manipulator would say, but what about gestures? Not by much.

"Fine. Tell me where you're staying, and I'll get you there as soon as possible."

"I don't have a house here, but one of my fol-" he pauses for a moment.

"I mean, a friend has graciously allowed me to stay in their spare house. Some wealthy individuals retain their heart and kindness. I'm glad."

"Where exactly is it?"

Arthur pulled out a piece of paper with an address printed on it.

"Could you perhaps help me in reading it? Just wanted to make sure of the address."

You  took the paper and carefully read it. For a brief moment, your heart rate decreased. It was the same housing complex as yours, and it was directly next to you. You had heard that there would be a visitor. You had never given it much thought until now. This time, the guest is none other than Arthur Harrow. You fixed your gaze on him.

"Do you know anyone else that lives here?"

"Are you referring to the neighborhood? I haven't met them all. I just got here this morning."

You  soon devised a strategy to conceal the fact that you lived right next to his stay. Your friends may be kind enough to let you remain in their apartment for a while, but for how long? Guess I'm just going to keep a knife beside my bed.

You  motioned for him to follow you. When you came on your motorcycle, you took a spare helmet from inside the seat.

"Wear it. I don't want to have to explain to a cop why I'm not giving a foreigner a helmet."

He nodded and put the helmet on his head. He struggled to clip it on, indicating that he rarely uses such items. You sighed, then helped him to clip his helmet on. Your eyes met his gaze again and stopped for a second before you gestured to him to get on the seat.

The motorcycle is now filled with two people of vastly different sizes. For balance, he softly grabbed your shoulder. Your heart was struck by unusual feelings as a result of the touch. What the fuck. Remember that you were giving a lift to a dangerous individual.

"You could...grab my waist instead.  Way easier. If you fell, things would get worse, which no one wants."

 Your thoughts were mocking you. Dumbfuck. Your mind and feelings are now separate entities within you. Whoever takes control of your mouth wins the battle.

Arthur lowered his hands to your waist slowly. His arms were now coiled over your small torso, and his palms were clasped together. You could feel the old man's breath on your neck. It was warm, and you could feel him breathing purposefully on your neck. You drove to your house complex when everything was settled. You couldn't disguise the fact that you lived there, but you can hide it for a night. The ride was swift and quiet. In any case, you can't hear one other over the din of the metropolis.

You spoke very little. You never told him you lived there. He simply thanked you, which was reassuring until he requested you to remove your helmet. He then whispered very near to your ear, as if you could feel the movement of his lips.

"I expect you to arrive tomorrow night at my other place near the mountain's hills."

Your eyes widened as you gazed at him.

"I'll give you the address later tonight. Once you've settled into your bed at home,"

You  swore to God you felt his lips brush against the side of your cheek.

"We'll see about that."

You  drove away before he could say anything. To wherever your mind directed you. From a greater distance, he glanced at you.

—

The sun hid behind the clouds and built as if it were a shy girl, with blue and pinkish hues embellishing the sky. It seemed almost as if the earth's surface was wrapped with cotton candy as the sky. The air is clean, free of the smoke of passing cars or the clamor of people complaining about being late for work.

You had arrived at midnight before. Because the city never sleeps, it's easy to find a crowded yet safe spot to stay out for a while. Fortunately, your college pals enjoy free snacks and meals, so it was simple to inquire if anyone would like to accompany you. Nothing extravagant, but your favorite meal from the cafe suffices. And you chose the busiest road to your house for your own safety.

You  walked through the stairs with a bag of cat kibble in your hand. A stray cat had been sleeping on your terrace for months. He was wary of their first meeting until you offered him some food. He would now lie on your lap and show you his stomach. 

There was no black and white fur ball on your porch, however. The bowl remains empty. Until you heard a raspy meow next door. It was your very own stray cat, which you treated as if it were a pet. The cat ate from a plastic bowl, not from you.

You  cast a peek towards Arthur, the man who had brought him a meal. He was taken aback by your appearance. Then he smiled at you, making the morning feel warmer.

"I had no idea you lived next door. What a funny coincidence."

"Obviously, I've been in this house for more than you know."

You  had a plain expression on your face. The idea that  you had to live next to a man who could endanger you at any time is something you never expected to happen in your life. You witnessed and will never forget the time when he killed numerous people with the touch of his palms. Whatever it was, he dubbed it "Judgement." However, he hadn't got the opportunity to pass judgment on you. But he might, sooner or later. He has the ability to be unpredictable if he so desires.

He returned to the cat's gaze, who had now rolled up his body to reveal his belly. A feline's trust.

"I'm sorry if it appears like I took your valuable breakfast time with him. But I couldn't bear the thought of him standing in front of your house, hungry and cold. I spotted his bowl on your porch, so I'm guessing you feed him frequently "He explained that he owed your an explanation.

"At the very least, he's stuffed. It doesn't matter who feeds him as long as it isn't poison."

You  filled up the bowl for the cat's lunch. You then gave him another glance.

"I appreciate you feeding him."

He simply nodded and smiled in response.

The warm and friendly chat should not take away from his genuine nature, or from his offer for tonight. He wanted you to come to a location far from your house. The path is not particularly large, and it is easy to become disoriented. You should have been concerned and declined his invitation, but you couldn't. You can't in any case. He could just knock on your door if you decided to stay and never go.

Why was he so anxious to me knowing about his grand, world-destroying plan? Why didn't he intervene with my boss, who is the true source of this idea? As if I'm going to get in the way of the plan anyway.

You  had spent the afternoon laying on your bed, so the afternoon flew by. You were lazily spending time with your phone and food.

The dusk peered through the window, as if to say, It's time to meet him. You wished to do it as soon as possible. The faster, the better. You required an hour to get to the hill, but because you went there so frequently, one hour felt like ten minutes. You didn't mind at all.

You  returned your gaze to the mirror. In the morning, you had your hair done. It was a costly one, but you were pleased with the outcome.

He's going to love it.

With such an unexpected idea, you smacked your cheek. What the bloody hell are you talking about ? 

Arthur would certainly mock you even more, but you don't mind. Even if you died tonight, you would have looked amazing in your preferred look.

You  chose a fancy, if not overly formal, setting for a fatal meeting. Dark as the night sky is the colour of the outfit you picked.

Her mirror now portrayed a woman dressed formally. You combed your hair, should today be the day of your death, you wished to look dashing at the very least.

---

The mountain's hill is as frigid as usual. Your suit is concealed beneath a gray jacket. You rode your motorcycle to a less populated, upper part of the hill of the mountain. The road was becoming less crowded, and you were now completely alone in this way. The moon is as gloomy as it was during its sleeping phase, and heavy clouds cover the night sky.

You were finally here. The place is empty. There was simply a table and two seats, with an old man staring out from the top of the hill. If you were dating, this would be an ideal location for a romantic supper with a view. It's safe to become a little freaky even, although the ghosts will not approve.

The man didn't appear to notice, or was waiting for you to draw his attention to him. You cleared your throat as a signal to him that you had arrived.

"Isn't it stunning? The view is ideal for this charming city."

You  didn't mind what he said. You took a seat and fixed your focus on him. Wrath is creeping up on you again. He finally turned his gaze to you. On the table was a little bulb with enough light to view each other's faces.

"I see you've planned thoroughly for our delightful meeting."

"Can you please get to the point?"

"Allow me to compliment your hairstyle first. It appeals to me. It's perfect for you."

You  laughed a bit, with one side mouth pulled up.

"Really ? you still spare a moment to put a compliment before you execute god-knows-what of your plan to me?"

"My dear, your look is beautiful as always, as tonight I noticed you put in a little more effort on it. If we are in an affair, I'd love to gaze at you everyday every time."

You wrinkled your brow and pouted your lips. That felt almost genuine. But it isn't. Focus ! He wasn't given the moniker "master manipulator" for nothing.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I do not believe we are on a date. Be quick, because I don't have all day."

He laughed at you with velvety, deep chuckles. His other true nature was now revealing itself.

"I knew you weren't there because you sincerely wanted to serve your highness from the beginning. The way you dress, walk, and look " He leaned in closer to you.

"The way you are looking at me". The dull yellow light on the table illuminated his face.

"And I believe you didn't notice any harm I did, didn't you?"

"True. You didn't wish any harm, and neither did I. But the way I stared at you, the way I could practically hear Ammit yourself tell me to look deeper into you."

You’re gaze remained focused on him.

"You had something unique about you. Therefore, I'd love to learn more about you rather than... "He reclined in his seat.

"Your boss."

He seemed to be having a monologue rather than a two-way conversation. You swore to God, his conversation was almost like a bedtime story.

"Is that all? Is that why you followed me? That's creepy as fuck, you creepy old fucker." After you finished your cursing, your tongue clicked.

"What comes next? Don't tell me you brought others here."

"I didn't do that. It was just you and me. My lodging is close by. It is so close that I simply need a few minutes to walk there."

You weren't sure if that was information or another factor prompting you to get up and leave right now. You took in the scenery. There was a vast gap down below, almost like a cliff. You could push him, and his body would most likely not be discovered for weeks. That would be your backup plan.

"Can I consider this finished now that I know why you're obsessed with me? I did inform you what I desired, for which I would most likely have to wait months with patience."

" Let me make you an offer before you head down to the city."

He gripped your wrist tightly but not painfully. His eyes pierced your soul, which was more furious than before.

"You should pay a visit to my people. Ammit's devoted followers. The seeker of ultimate justice from the Goddess of Judgment."

"Thank you so much but I'm good as hell old man-"

"We could give you whatever you want," he said softly as he drew your close.

"We've got food. We have a place to call home. We have somewhere to stay." He drew you in closer. Now, at such close proximity, their faces almost meet.

"I could give anything you require. I am available to accompany you at any moment. I can... "He came to a brief pause. He noticed you being concerned about your safety. His free hand caressed your cheek and drew you in closer than before.

"I can even shower you with affection. I can take away your loneliness."

You's upper lip was elevated on one side.

" We can even share the same surname " He shifted his gaze to the side. Eyebrows raised, as if to conceal his nasty manipulating character. Your brow furrowed, and your lifted lip revealed your teeth big with your fangs slightly bigger.

You instantly shook your head, your mouth curled to the side and your brows furrowed. You looked down for a little minute before returning your sight to him. Finally, your lips parted.

"What if I refuse? I hope I have a choice here."

"In that case," he said, letting go of your hand and cheek and leaning back in his seat, sighing. Then he grasped for his goddess's staff.

"I think we should find another route," he said, raising his cane and pointing at your with the staff.

You  moved the table to the side and smacked him before he could blink. The  act was as quick as the wind roaring to make the night extra chilly. You pushed him out of his chair and pinned both of his arms to the ground. His wrist was clenched, and your claws drove into his skin. The cane had slipped from his hold, but it was not far away.

"Listen. Carefully. An old foreigner who arrived only yesterday. Listen. As I have no wish to repeat it." It's now your turn to deliver your monologue on stage. Your breath has changed into monstrous growls from your neck, your lips revealing a pair of fangs larger than the rest of your teeth.

"I do not. I'll say it again: I don't welcome such threats. I don't want my decision to be forced upon me again.  It would never happen again in my fucking life, especially on my fucking face like that " You gave him a dark chuckle.

"Oh god. I believed I was about to be free, but then you came along. You. Do you truly believe you have the power to take away my free will, Arthur Harrow? Do you honestly believe you have the authority to take what's  mine away? Do you consider yourself a priest or a clown?"

Her head slanted to the side, lower and lower. It was as if you had been possessed by a wrathful demon. Your breath was heavy and sluggish, accompanied by growls. You widened your eyes and refused to blink because you will not allow him to escape your gaze.

For once, Arthur was silent. He was taken aback by your unexpected strength, but he didn't let his guard down. After all, he was bigger and stronger than you were.

"That's impressive, dear. I must admit that your words and strength astound me." For a little moment, he smiled.

Arthur gave you a strong headbutt on the forehead just as you thought you had control of the situation. When you flinched, you unintentionally let go of his hand. You were hurt by the hit, and you were dizzy right now. Arthur stood up and took up his staff. With you crouching down and his hand on your head, he appears much taller. One of your hands reached into your suit pocket for something.

You  hit him with a red box cutter you had hidden in your outfit right before he slammed his cane against you. The strike was foolish, but it bought you some time before he did some magic with his cane. The combat was intense, yet you were reckless throughout. You had never properly trained for a fight and are now facing a fit man with dozens of years of fight experience. You attempted to stab him while he was defending himself. A kick hit on your abdomen, causing discomfort but not knocking you down. You were just too enraged to be shoved down.

You  sprang at him, your blade aimed to hit his face. He struck back against your attack, leaving a long, slashed line from your cheek to your chin. It's a good thing it didn't get to your eyes. Your wide lips let forth a groan. It hurt. It wasn't quite as painful because it wasn't a deep cut, but it still ached. Your wound was dripping with blood. You came to a brief halt, prompting Arthur to take a breather. A sense of worry and remorse knocked on his mind's door. His lips parted, but he said nothing.

You swiftly stood upright and landed a sharp scratch mark on his neck as he was about to reach you. Your nail was sharpened yesterday afternoon, resulting in a bleeding wound. It wasn't lethal, but it hurt nonetheless. The unexpected movement caught him off guard, so you took advantage of the opportunity to flee as quickly as possible, starting your motorcycle. You drove immediately to a hospital without saying anything. The wound was not life-threatening, but you will not risk infection.

He just stood there with one hand on his neck wound. Fingers are now smeared with blood. He looked at you from afar, thinking about something. Nobody enjoys threats. But what about the way you reacted and fought? What about the way you utilize your claw-like nails and show your teeth? Something about your past and your persistent condition touched him. Something to do with your survival instinct.

---

The scar on your body has healed, but not the one he left in your heart and mind. The fight was two weeks ago. Physical harm was something you could tolerate, but the way he threatened you so suddenly was something you couldn't simply forgive. Hatred joined forces with your thoughts, telling you, I told you so.

You  examined yourself in the mirror. The scar did not bother you in the least. The cut gave you the impression that you were in the midst of a fierce, heroic conflict. In actuality, it was a stressful fight with a significant skill gap. Not to add that his body was far larger and taller than yours.

Luckily, he was still on the hills. Until he decided to mess with you again, his stay beside yours remained empty. Today, however, is not the day. The clock indicated that it was time to go get your lunch. Your favorite street snack would be delicious. So you got on your motorcycle and rode away from your residence in the afternoon.

The road was not as busy. You chose to visit the local park. There were fewer people than predicted. You traveled south, hoping to find your favorite snack. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you going till dusk. The day was pleasant for you, with a drink in your left hand and food in your right.

You  noticed the man you disliked just as you completed your lunch. He wasn't looking at you right now because he was talking to a snack merchant. Whatever it was, this is most likely gathering information. Even your current location. You walked quickly to your motorcycle, and just as you were ready to start it, he caught sight of you. He hadn't expected to see you after all these weeks. You continued driving as fast as you could, not looking back at the man who had called your name. I swear to God, the audacity he possessed.

Her driving was quick but not dangerous. You would not risk a mishap. You didn't intend to return home straight away because you knew he'd be waiting for you. Worse, he was most likely waiting inside your house. Instead, you went to the hill. He couldn't possibly be there, given the distance between the park and the hill. You had long wondered about a hidden location you discovered on a map, so you decided to visit it. The location was near the top half of a hillside lagoon. The lagoon was stunning, with its brilliant blue color. 

He had the similiar blue type on his eyes.

 Such a notion almost caused you to trip, as you seemed to zone out a little. A loud beep from a car screaming at you to move out of the driver's path.

You  had finally come. Because the location was only marked on the map, you had to walk a short distance from the lagoon. You felt relieved that the majority of people were unaware of the place. There's only your and possibly some shy animal hiding from you. The sight was spectacular. The lagoon could be seen down below on the left. The silhouette of the mountain could be seen on the right. You set down your backpack, removed your jacket, and lay down. In this autumn season, the sun was shining but not quite hot. The silence was your sole companion until you heard the sound of crushed branches. You immediately stood up, your gaze fixed on the source of the noise. It was a small girl in a pink outfit who was staring at you as you were caught doing something. You were relieved because there was no way a child could cause major harm. Neither does the child appear to be mischievous.

The child remained mute before you asked her parents whereabouts, fleeing from you. You were bewildered, but you returned to your first posture. You breathed to calm your body and closed your eyes to quiet your mind.

Her personal peace and quiet time lasts barely 30 minutes. Your eyes widened, your brows pinched, and your mouth scowled when you heard a familiar, glass-crunching step not far away. A familiar sound of a cane tapping followed. The source of the noise was now visible in your field of vision, with him kneeling and staring down at you as you lay on the grass. His lips parted as he prepared to say something, but you jumped up and headbutted him at the same time. The man flinched and groaned somewhat, then dropped, and their positions switched. You pulled out your pocket knife and leveled it at him. He gazed up at you, a blade pointing at him an inch away. The sun shone on your face, revealing a prominent scar on your cheek, which sparked their discourse.

"I would like to apologize for what I did that night. It was foolish of me to frighten you." To escape the blade pointed at his center of forehead, he tilted his head.

"I don't care if you apologize a thousand times. It will not revoke your deed to me." Your arms remained straightened to him, now following the movement of his head.

"I have a dermatologist acquaintance.  I'll ask him to write you a prescription for your wound. Just for you, since I am sorry that I have caused you harm."

"The scar wasn't the main issue. If you try again, I might spare your life."

Her dagger-sharp eyes remained set on him, and your fatigued arm begged your to lower the aim, but you ignored it. He exhaled and closed his eyes for a bit to consider what to say. He might just utter whatever his mind had prepared, but today is an exception. You felt both satisfied and apprehensive when he saw Arthur sitting like that, knees extended forward and arms supporting his torso. He may run up to you at any time and steal your knife. He reopened his eyes.

"The feelings that you are in continual survival instinct as your life has been fashioned by abuse, your mind telling you that the only one who would stand for you are yourself because of the neglection you received.  Yes, it was my error that triggered your fight or flight response. Or, more precisely, your battle instinct." Your arms were freed as he lowered your aim.

Your  upper lips parted in surprise. I haven't even mentioned my entire shitty life. How in the universe did he know? Even he couldn't see your ranting and venting on social media.

"You're wondering if your continual survival instinct was the proper thing to do. But I can guarantee you that your action was only to protect yourself from harm. Defending oneself against harm is part of justice, and you deserve it." As your aim raised again to his chest, he carefully stood up with his cane.

"There's no need to harm me. You may safely tell your mind that we are not in a dangerous scenario." He lowered your aim once more, but your hand is now stubborn, refusing to be placed on your side of the body.

"There's no danger ? you touched my face the last time, and there was a scar on it. I do feel secure, yeah." You cynically grinned at him as you gently shook your head.

"Your fear of being injured is legitimate, but please believe me right now."

"If you wanted to kill me, Arthur, just do it.  There is no need for an additional monologue. Take my soul and offer it to your goddess. What you described was the only thing I'd lost. Torture." You stowed your blade.

The thought of desiring death clutched your consciousness once more. He was correct. Your entire existence has been filled with sorrow and suffering, forcing you to rely on a long-term survival instinct. Everything, your family, was a threat to you. Even you to yourself sometimes. It appears you were fated to live in constant anguish and fear. Even if you pretended that "it is what it is," You couldn't disguise it in your chuckles and grins. You were deeply traumatized on the inside. The sound of plates being stacked could even startle you.

"Do you want to die?" Arthur turned his attention to his cane.

"Or are you looking for justice?" With the cane in between, he slowly cupped your palm on his.

"Whatever your goddess decides. I'm losing faith in obtaining help regardless."

He nodded, a sorry expression on his face. He understood what you had gone through. He knew everything about your past. That is his gift. His strength. It mostly provided him with a significant advantage in manipulating someone. To force them to do anything he desired. To disrupt their thoughts and plans. But what about in this case? Would it be right to trick someone who made him as he looked into a mirror of his past? What distinguishes him from his past master, Khonshu, who always preyed on people in their most vulnerable state, especially those with comparable past issues?

After he moved his cane to cast the judgment, he held your palms tightly but gently, his finger brushing your palm. He was confident that his goddess would choose the best for you. If death is the end, you can finally rest. He would inform everyone you knew that you were now in the eternal rest you craved. If it were  life, he'd make it his responsibility, even if it wasn't his business. He could just leave you after Ammit spares your life, but he refuses.

The scale needed a little more time to consider your fate. Too much happened in your past, too many situations to decide in your future. Arthur, as usual, was concerned about the outcome. Even if it was your wish, he couldn't bear the thought of holding a pale body of someone who was only trying to survive. You, on the other hand, appeared to be in control. Your thoughts had already faded out, leaving you with an empty, almost sad-looking visage. You could already taste the pleasures of a painless death. You can't wait to taste what it's like to die.

The scale has finally shifted. With the scale leaning to the left, the black color began to take on a red tinge. For a split second, his heart rate slowed. You smiled as you could finally taste the eternal calm for the first time. But that was only for a brief moment. The crimson gradually faded into green, and the scale was finally balanced. Both are taken aback by the outcome.

This was the first time he witnessed someone being able to correct their scale, whether you were aware of it or not. Whether it happened or was predestined to happen in the future. Whatever penance or redemption you performed, Goddess Ammit was impressed. It was a big relief for him. Your breath not only has become his responsibility and care, but it also gave him a ray of hope. A wish of possibility that his years of penance would eventually fix his imbalance. You gave him hope.

Before you could object, he drew you into a tight, squeezing hug. He was at a loss for words to describe how much happy he was. Thousands of times praising your highness would not be enough for him. At first, you were too astonished to return the hug. Your face was buried to his chest, your feet slightly elevated, and he buried his face to your shoulder. You noticed your shoulder was a touch damp. It was difficult to breathe as the oxygen blended with his aroma, your nose pressed between his ribs. The hug lasted longer than you had anticipated. It's something that a dangerous man touched me right now. He could have just drawn a knife and stabbed me.

Speaking of the knife, you recognized that your knife had fallen while you were still grasping his staff. You paused for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. He was remarkably soft for someone with his body type. As you tightened your arms around him, you could feel the warmth on his back. The sun now shone on a couple that could intimately relate to each other, embracing. You let go of your resentment. After all, how long has it been since she's gotten a hug? You gently patted his back as you heard him sob softly. It warmed your heart to hear a guy who would slay everyone the goddess judged unworthy sobbing on you. He attempted to keep it hidden, but his emotions overcame him.

He reluctantly let go of the embrace, wanting to stay in the warmth forever. His eyes were a little misty, and his lips formed a wide smile that revealed his crooked teeth. His face got lines and wrinkles that showed how old he was. He cupped your cheek once more and pressed towards you until you stopped him right there.

"Hey hey ! What are you doing? I was only allowing you to hug me."

You  refused his kissing attempt not because you disliked him. A rose was blooming inside your heart for him, but you needed more time to be sure he was the right man for you.

"Oh ! My mistake, I thought- I was just-..." He was nervous because he believed his feelings had been rejected. At least for the time being.

"Can we at least lay our forehead on each other ?   If you don't want to, that's alright." He pleaded because he needed it right away.

“Fine. But only the forehead." You allowed yours to clash with his. 

He closed his eyes and felt your breath and the warmth of your body and the sun. He took slow, deep breaths, appreciating the fleeting moment. Then he finally let you go, embracing you briefly again. He wants to kiss you on the cheek, but if you say no now, then it's not the right time.

You felt awful on the inside for refusing his kiss. You desired it. But you didn't want to take any chances.  you smiled softly as you put a strain of hair on his head to the back of his ear. Every form of hatred has been broken with nothing more than an embrace. He can always request one from his followers, and it would be their honor to oblige. But this one is unique. His lips parted, and he eventually said something about the judgment.

"I'm just glad that this time I saw that such imbalance scales may be corrected." His voice is considerably softer than it was during their initial meeting, when he constantly spoke in a gruff, whisper-like tone.

"I used to think it was impossible, but now I see it." He squished your face and cupped your cheek. You tried to speak with the two sides of your face nearly clamped together.

"Ammit was right when you advised me to investigate you further. You wanted to show it to me. Tell me how you did it. How do you redeem yourself?" His expression was filled with joy. He resembled a child who had been given cookies as a reward.

"I haven't a clue.  Perhaps you can ask in person once you are released from prison." You clutched your red cheek, which was now free of his grasp. Your face was uncomfortably red due to a combination of flushed cheeks and his squish.

 He chuckled, but not in a nasty, sarcastic way. It was a genuine reaction. His manipulative character had been buried, and his soft side was now driving his actions. He ruffled your hair, clearly pleased with himself. You are still perplexed, but decide to accept his compassion. You had no idea how to balance your scales. Hell, she'd never thought about this strange judging system in your life.

"Perhaps I was only trying to survive, therefore all my actions counted as self-defense.  As a result, it's not a crime for you."

"Have you ever caused someone pain?"

"Oh many."

"No, what I mean is when you physically and emotionally harm somebody so badly?"

You looked at him, puzzled.

"How could I?  I know what it's like to be hurt. I only hurt those who have injured me."

"I know you're a good person, just as I suspected." He pressed his body into your for another hug, the third of the day. Your thoughts had turned to how many hugs you would receive if you lived with this man.

He scoffed without saying anything. He then took in the breathtaking panorama of the peak. It represents how high his hope and happiness are right now. You took advantage of the opportunity to gaze into his pure, steely blue eyes. It was lovely now. You can now appreciate his beautiful eyes and pleasant features, unlike when you met at the coffee shop.

You  felt something take your free hand, which turned out to be Arthur's hand taking your in his. You had a flash of insight.

"I nearly forgot. Your staff."  you gave it to him, and its eyes are now sparkling with purple light. You don't mind because you don't understand such ancient Egyptian magic.

"Would you mind holding it for a moment?  I believe the goddess would like to see you more closely." Arthur became aware of the glow. There's no way it's glowing so brightly in your hand without reason.

You nodded, and you drew the crocodile's heads closer to you. The radiance appears to be brighter presently. It was fascinating to look at. There was stillness between them once again.

"It appears that we need to go home right now.  Are you going to stay on the hill or?"

"I suppose I'll stay next to your house."

"Okay, then."

They strolled side by side, hand in hand. You moved fast, but you took care not to trip the old man. They arrived on your motorcycle, ready to ride down to the city. For balance, the man embraced your waist tightly this time. You drove down the hill to your house. When you arrived, your feline was the lone one in your house, napping on the doormat. Arthur stepped out of his seat and requested you to remove your helmet. He's not threatening your this time, but he just wants to see your face and hear you clearly.

"I appreciate your faith in me. Thank you for revealing your truth to me."

"To be honest, I have no knowledge about that stuff, but you're welcome. And I believe we're all good now."

"You've forgiven me?"

"It appears so." You shrugged your shoulders, pouting your lips and raising your brows. There's no use in hating him now that you've shared your experience with him.

The man scoffed, and as soon as he turned his back on you, he returned his eyes to you.

"I nearly forgot."

He cradled your cheek in his palm and kissed your lips. It was a long, deep kiss. You were taken aback, but you had no desire to object. Your heart was the loudest of your organs swooning over this man. Finally, he let go of the kiss. He remained a dangerous man, but not to you anymore. Not for someone with whom he can share, not for someone with whom he can relate. He left your lips wide and your face as red as boiled lobster.

"Wait, what the fuck was that?"

"I didn't hear a single 'no’.'"

"Certainly, but someone could be watching right now!"

Arthur had a look around. There was no one there, but witnesses could be hidden somewhere.

"Let them look on in envy." He chuckled, brushed his lips across your cheek, and then went to his door. He returned his gaze to you before entering his dwelling.

Your brain is still absorbing whatever happened. It felt great. You smiled on yourself and giggled on your way inside

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Sunday afternoons had never felt so good, especially now that you were sitting next to your own sweetheart. Someone who previously scarred you and now loves you. The barrier of resentment that previously separated you from him has crumbled. Your scar on your cheek has vanished, leaving only a faint line. You had hoped the scar wouldn't go so quickly.

You  took another spoon of soft serve sundae into your mouth.  Arthur sipped his lemon tea next to you, hand curled over your shoulder. The chilly dessert was a perfect match for this beautiful afternoon although  He wasn't generally a fan of such trendy beverages. He never understood the craze of tea with strange jelly things inside, so he chose the most basic menu offered. Their date wasn't extraordinary, but it was lovely anyway. You had intended to take Arthur to an expensive western cuisine dining restaurant, but he declined because he is not a man of luxury. That was why you were currently sitting on a bench in a town center, watching folks have their time.

Although some people took a second look at you since your clothing was too nice for such a simple date. You wore elegant outfits, looking like you had an important meeting rather than a date. Arthur is dressed as usual in his iconic basic red shirt. Along with a basic perfume, it was his favorite attire. He rarely used the perfume, but he wanted to look his best for you. His cane rested next to him, with no purple light glowing as it, too, savored the afternoon peace.

The soothing silence was finally broken when Arthur parted his lips and searched down for a topic to discuss. He paused for a bit, debating whether now was the appropriate time to tell. But he chose to keep going.

"Have you ever considered taking a break from thinking about other people?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to disrupt their precious time.

"What's the deal with the question?" You looked at him, surprised.

"My thoughts wandered to random thoughts. We had only spent a few days together, yet you have done so much for me."

"I'm the one who invited you out, thus I'm the one who paid for it."

"You didn't just pay, sweetheart. You also took me for a ride. Not to mention that you drove me to the upper hill during my second stay yesterday."

"It's a tiny effort, really. After all, I appreciate the hill's outlook, so why not?"

Arthur gave a nod. A tiny deed for you, but you truly did a lot for him. You also took him on a city trip last week. You took him to many vacation spots, including one that requires a special tour guide to enter. Arthur was always fascinated by god myths, his favorite being Egyptian gods. Learning about cultural heritage was also incredibly educational for him. When you took him to a museum, he asked so many questions that their tour time was up. Fortunately, the tour guide appreciated his energy and explained every aspect without fail. You had even visited his hillside compound and assisted with the kitchen team, from cooking to dishwashing. The folks in his compound adored you, and you even informed him that if he ever needed a wife, he should consider you. You may not yet be a part of the community. But you had done a lot to help his people.

They continue to converse about everything you can find before falling back into another peaceful stillness. They thoroughly loved one other's company. You would occasionally lean against Arthur's soft chest. You even made a joke about his body being built of soft pillows. He simply chuckled, ruffled your hair, and kissed you on the forehead. His body used to be quite muscular, since he actively roamed around, slaying the bad and anyone his old master judged unworthy. But it was nearly a decade ago. He was getting older, and he didn't fight as frequently as he used to, despite his fighting ability. His body had begun to cover his muscular abs with a soft stomach full of meat and fat. His pecs, though, retain their shape.

The night has finally arrived, and the sun has set to shine somewhere else on the planet. The town square was now illuminated with brilliant lights, and more people began to arrive. The rest of the afternoon was spent conversing and motorcycling around the town square. While waiting for the red light to turn green on the motorcycle, you would lean on Arthur's chest. The intimacy you felt as you forgot you had previously fought in physical fights. You had forgotten how dangerous he was. He had forgotten that he intended to exploit you.

It was 8 p.m., and you could feel your stomach grumbling for food. You insisted on taking Arthur out to dinner, which you took advantage of to introduce him to the western cuisine he had previously refused.

"Let's just say this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience," You said as you drizzled truffle oil over your expensive fine dinner. 

Arthur just put his hand on his face, feeling guilty because he didn't deserve such special treatment. Looking at this individual, Ammit would probably laugh at how humble he tried to be. He had a truffle mushroom cream soup and vegetables stew for dinner. The way he looked while he ate the delicious dinner couldn't hide how much he appreciated it. You were correct. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he treasured every moment he spent with such dining and his own love. When he hesitated to order another menu, you snorted. If you could, you would put an expensive three-piece red suit on his body right now.

The dinner experience has already left an imprint on his mind. He never takes pictures with his old phone, not even of himself. He did, however, photograph you as you ate your food and take dozens of selfies with you. You appeared to be a couple of youngsters who had just discovered love for the first time. You both were delighted with their dinner and decided to return home.

As is customary, the residence is deafeningly quiet. The neighbor had most likely gone to bed or done some late-night work. Your cat appears out of nowhere, most likely wandering around the complex. It felt like there were just two of them who lived at night. Your back was tinged with reluctance to let Arthur go. You desired to savor this moment not only today, but also tonight. You desired to have him all to yourself, even if only for this evening.

"So, are you leaving tonight?  At this very moment?

"My lodging is right next to you, sweetheart. If you require anything from me, simply knock on the door or contact my phone." He gently stroked your hair before kissing you on the forehead. His voice is low but not threatening.

"Did you say, anything?" You gripped his wrist as his hand parted your hair.

"Then I'd like you to accompany me. Tonight. Here." Your voice is nearly hushed. You wanted to have the pleasure of having someone all to yourself, even if it was only for a few hours.

Arthur furrowed his brow. Your grip is becoming firmer as your claws dig deeper. You gave him a pleading puppy's eyes.  He smiled softly, then kissed you on the lips and muttered something into your ear.

"Then I'll be staying at your house tonight." He lightly kissed your cheek as he parted from you.

You swiftly drew his wrist and walked quickly to your door before he could see your face. You quickly shut the front door and dragged him upstairs. You gently pushed Arthur to the sofa in front of your room, then cuddled his arms as if it were the last time you could cling onto something.

You  clung to him firmly, your fancy outfit  still on. You just wanted to cling to him, feel his warmth, and forget about your loneliness. You closed your eyes to absorb the atmosphere. Arthur gently stroked your hair, understanding what you had been through. Your history was the main reason he regarded you differently than his prey, who had recently become his beloved instead. You had earned it. So he was. He noticed the cling tightening. He could feel your sharp claws piercing the cloth on his arm. He recalled something. Things he had discussed with you the previous afternoon. He gently poked your shoulder, signaling that he needed to speak to you.

"Are you enjoying your treat?" He kissed you on the hair. He could smell the pleasant scent of your favorite shampoo on your hair.

You  simply nodded, your other hand now grasping his palm. He adjusted the arm you were clutching, causing you to scowl.

"You deserved better than a grip on my arm." He suddenly moved to grab your torso with both hands. As he shifted you onto his lap, you could feel his power. His veiny hand held your hip, while the other gently massaged your thighs. He'd given up on this kind of pleasure a long time ago. He had forgotten how it felt, and the desire to be young again glowed in his icy blue eyes.

You glanced around, taken aback by the fact that you were suddenly sitting on the old man's lap. This was your first experience. You were nervous. Your palms rested on his shoulders. You fit well on his lap, and your size disparity is clearly obvious. Through the man's lovely eyes, you could see his lust.

"Wait, are we really doing this?  I was simply requesting a cuddle—are you sure about this? What would your people think of this?

"All the good you've done, and yet you never think about yourself." He elevated your clothing slightly in the back to create a gap for his hand to feel your back.

Her lips released a quick, high-pitched gasp. The touch tickled your back as you straightened your back.

"You asked me to stay, and I will allow you to see me whole." He resumed his monologue by kissing your neck. You attempted everything you could not to exhibit the beast inside you that banged on the door of your body, demanding authority. Your nails gripped the man's hair, pulling it down slightly, resulting in a pleasant raspy groan.

"There's no need to be shy. I know you wanted it deep down. Allow me to provide you with the pleasure you deserve tonight." As he stripped your outer outfit.

His hand was still grasping your thighs, while the other hand crept through your hip, gradually lowering its position.

"You have my permission to enjoy my body.  Don't be shy, it's all yours." His nose met yours in an attempt to persuade you to let go of your beast. It was your first time, but that didn't mean you were completely clueless when it came to enjoying yourself and your man.

"Are you certain about this?" You sighed and raised one of your brows at him.

"I'm certain. I'll do anything for you, my precious hope." It's now his turn to lean on your chest.

You couldn't take it any longer. You removed your outer and allowed the beast within to take over. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and drew it down to his arms. His hair is now caught in your claws. You yanked on his hair, pulling it hard but not too harsh. Arthur was in pain, but it was a pleasant one. He closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

This was not the enjoyment he experienced when he was younger. It was a lot better. It was more delightful than he had anticipated, and it was only the beginning. The sound that had just escaped the gentleman gave you more spirit, and you lowered your head to the space between his neck and his shoulder, burying your fangs inside. You chewed it slowly, like a cheetah enjoying your prey. As he whimpered louder than before, this was the pain he desired for pleasure. His voice only made your bite more furious. You moved to another location, this time on his left shoulder. You decided to increase your bite play by licking him within the place with your tongue. Your claws scratched his back, creating red marks and a seeping wound. It was excruciatingly painful and tough. But he thought he deserved it. As both his punishment and his personal pleasure. Pain has been his constant companion.

His hands proceeded from your hip to beneath your garments, his thumb on the center of one of your breasts, carefully caressing your nipple. Your bite emitted a muted moan. It tickled you so badly that you tried not to flinch. When you finished your second bite, you stripped the rest of your outfits and undressed. There's no more fabric on you, giving Arthur more room to explore. He rapidly bombarded you with kisses on your lips, cheek, neck, chest, and tummy. You whined slightly. You weren't as vocal as Arthur, but it doesn't bother him.

There was nothing but silence, interrupted by their noises, the majority of which came from Arthur. In between moves, you both didn't say much. Especially now that you had shoved your breast to his mouth and Arthur had thrust his finger into you, thumb stroking with your clit. His move was gentle and careful, whereas your move was rough and sharp. He pressed another finger into you, leading you to flinch and grab his back. It was a little painful because his hand was much larger than yours. If your genitals were not flexible, you would only be able to receive a finger at the time. His movements inside you were gradual, rubbing your inner wall gently while his thumb stroked your clit numerous times. He recognized your spot immediately and took advantage of it. As he knew how to touch you without making you achieve climax at a rapid rate, thick clear liquid was dripping across your inner thigh.

You pushed your lips against him so swiftly that your tongue lapped against each other and your mouth couldn't identify your own saliva as it was combined. You licked his lips as if you were a tiger tearing your prey's meat from the bone. You nibbled his cheek lightly, your hand now slipping inside his pants.

"I think now is a good time for me to take over the rest of your part." You nipped on his ear for a second and murmured to him.

"Then let me take control for the rest of your pleasure." He played with his authoritative aura by using his thick, deep raspy voice. He made a move to remove his pants, but not his shoes.

"You do realize I had swept the floor, don't you?" You teased him.

“My apologies, but I do not wish to meddle with our special event. Allow them to keep me on my feet for a little while longer." He didn't want you to see the gruesome, bleeding feet within, mingled with glass pieces. At least not right now.

He stroked your clit with his middle finger to signal your readiness, then pulled his fingers away from you. You were shocked when he switched their positions.It was quick, as you were surprised  with his strength once more. He tightened his grip on your hips, gulping down to his throat, and glanced at you. Even with your messy hair with sweat pulp pouring down your temple, you looked gorgeous. He pulled one side of his mouth and tilted his head.

“Your first time I see?”

"Which, it looks like you're going to have the honor of taking that title away from me," You laughed, as your hole was dribbling from the thick liquid he had pumped, ready for the man much older than you to finish it.

"You moved as if you'd done it before. Flawless yet rough." As he pressed himself Into to you, he muttered. You squeaked, astonished by the thrust. Your breathing has grown heavy and rapid, accompanied by a small cry. Your eyes welled up with tears. You needed time to acclimate since it ached.

"Was it painful? We can stop if you want." He was concerned by your noises. To console you, he caressed your hair with one of his hands. He knew you had a thing for headpats.

"No-don't...I just needed some time and we're good to go," You told him while panting and begging to continue.

He nodded, then kissed you on the cheek before making his move. One hand on your hip, one on the back of your head. You couldn't keep yourself from whimpering any longer. Your squeak is quite adorable, and it appears to give Arthur more energy. He tightened his pump, making you breathe faster as well he let go of his heavy loud moans. Your eyes welled up with tears. A cry of pleasure.

“Faster, love”

He obliged. The quick pump resulted in more scars on his back from your claws grasping onto him, as well as another bite imprinted on his chest. You're too overcome with pain and pleasure to give him another lip kiss. With pleasure, you almost screamed, while his groan grew louder. Their stamina was incredible, especially as it was your first time and Arthur was considered old. But you and him move like young people who have been married for a while.

Arthur, like you, is on the verge of reaching his climax. He pushed you forward with an unrestrained moan, preparing to unload over you. You tapped him twice on the back, which was a sign that you were getting ready to reach your climax. He noticed, as he drew his cock and came to your inner thigh. You had finally achieved the peak of sensation, and your body had become limp. Breathe felt heavier than usual as he fully depleted your energy. He glanced at your worn face, both satisfied and awestruck. He kissed your lips, then your neck. You both appear to be messy and in desperate need of a bath.

"Let's make each other clean in the bathroom." He assisted you in standing as your legs battled to acquire enough energy to support you. The bath was brief, with Arthur mostly washing your body. Fortunately, his outfit wasn't too filthy, so he could use it to get clean clothes in his house. Both of them are now clean and fresh, but you craved more of him. At the very least, it was just another snuggle this time.

He placed his arms over your hips as you leaned against his chest. Your height was ideal for his chin rest, and his height is ideal for your head to be the height of his chest. It was quiet once more, as you and him enjoyed another intimacy.

"I heard you're returning to London next month." With the news, you sounded a little sad.

“True. However, there is always an extra seat just for you." He soothed you by cuddling you even tighter.

"Please be my companion, love.  Join me in my endeavor to bring true justice to this planet." He leaned a little to bring his face very close to yours, cheeks touching. He was hoping you'd accept his offer.

"I don't even know what my next experience will be," You snorted.

"I can't wait to meet your Goddess.  I'm looking forward to seeing your take on justice."

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Ammit, the goddess of judgment, could be seen stabbing Khonshu with his own staff. Arthur defeated Marc with a blast of his staff that was far more powerful than the power provided by the god of the moon on Moon Knight. He walked with his gaze fixed on Marc. He lifted his cane and slashed it through the crescent moon on his chest. Layla, his wife, is not faring any better. You were shielding yourself from the onslaught of gunshots.

Just as Marc was about to pass out, he seized the staff and pushed it downward, tripping the cult leader. When one of his eyes got crimson, he grinned at Arthur and struck him. The man suddenly became considerably stronger than Arthur, although he didn't look anything like Marc. He had a more furious and quick fight. He fought Arthur mercilessly with his bare hands.

A blow landed on his chin, causing him to bleed and fall. Marc, or whoever he was, approached Arthur slowly. The table had flipped, and he was about to end him. He snatched the fallen staff and prepared to slash his forehead with the axe mounted on the staff. A kick struck on his side as he moved closer to the defeated man. The kick was unexpectedly powerful, like coming from a goddess who is pictured yanking Khonshu away. The man in white armor observed the culprit, who was now kneeling in front of Arthur in a defensive stance. You had claw gauntlets, and your body was covered with white, gold, and black garments with crocodile scales on some sections. You threatened him with your razor-sharp teeth as you were going to bite him. Your pupils have become slit-shaped. Blood was spread on your head, clothes, and gauntlets.

The Moon Knight chuckled, as if he was underestimating his new adversary. He threw several crescent darts at you as he surged forward. You shielded yourself from the blow with your steel-adorned arm as you charged towards him as well. You then struck him in the face. He was taken aback by the depth of the wound. His eyes widened in surprise. You struck him again as he gazed at his opponent, your claws digging into his chest. As you plucked something from his chest, your eyes blazed purple.

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