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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year

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don't hold hands, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You're fucking your ex-boyfriend's ex-best friend. You also now own a condo with him and owning this condo has made you house-poor. Yeah, it's not the usual love story and it's not going to be one. Not until you paint the walls black, that is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mostly conversations and feels tbh; minor smut (fem reader, marking / scratching, m-receiving oral, doggy, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU; guitarist!music producer!Yoongi x novelist!reader - fwb / roommates-to-lovers

just a story about two people who shouldn't fall in love falling in love, I have plenty of nasty smut so this is a different beat for ya lmao

“Is it fun being tortured?”

“Not really, no.”

It wasn’t fair to be this critical but, as long as you didn’t let these words travel outside this room, it was fine, right? At least, you kept telling yourself that. Delusion at its finest.

“It’s so stupid that people enjoy sticking their nose in drama that doesn’t involve them only because their lives are too boring to have any,” you sighed, tossing your phone across your desk, letting it skid into a pile of post-its covered in scrawled notes. “All because I deleted some photos.”

Notifications were now blocked.

“Some people mistake privilege with right.”

You glared at your phone even though the contents were the offender and not the device. Rolled your eyes, knowing you would be coming back to a shitstorm, but you couldn’t take it anymore. There had to be a limit. And the voice beside you had been telling you to put the damn thing down and stop deleting comments one by one, but the stubborn ram in you thought you could just headbutt through the bullshit.

And that imagery was gonna end there, thank you very much.

Your forehead found the palm of your hand and you sighed again, suddenly feeling the weight.

“I’m never doing that again.”

“You don’t have to.”

Minutes passed.

Silence never felt so serene.

Then it was cut through by steady, slow acoustic guitar, the notes drifting out from behind you. It almost made you feel more guilty. Almost. How fucked was that? You, sitting here right now, staring at nearly bare walls and a table covered in notes and your trusty laptop, almost feeling guilty for the guy that had backed out of the joint loan for this condo in the city that you didn’t even fuckin’ want, but you had been too far into the process to not lose a whole lotta money and too angry to let yourself lose.

How ironic, feeling guilty for the guy who cheated on you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” was the guitar player’s response. “And you shouldn’t be either. For anything.”

You knew you shouldn’t apologize. It just felt like the thing to do, because you hadn’t been wholly right either and, even if you weren’t more in the wrong, you were still wrong, and wasn’t that fucked, putting levels of blame on a situation that, at the end of the day, was all said and done and left everybody bitter and full of scars.

The shitty part was everyone was on your case now and blaming you.

This was what you got for dating the lead singer of a punk band that skyrocketed to popularity on social media. Looked all elegant dark romance on TikTok and Instagram, just screaming and hate-fucking behind closed doors. Constant content to cover up the toxicity. And maybe it was your fault too, letting it get to your head that maybe you really were the beautiful, mysterious muse that the followers painted you out to be. You glossed over red flags – late nights, drugs and drinking, sleeping in rooms of girls that called themselves fans – all part of the industry. Nothing happened. Honest. But the greatest mistake was letting him tag you on Instagram. How cool was it that you were an author?

This bastard.

Not only had you given him some of your best quotes for his lyrics, but now you couldn’t publish those words as your own because this bastard would fuckin’ sue you for plagiarizing.

The guitar continued behind you, on the mattress on the floor.

So, not only were you getting crucified on social media at the moment because he had called you a backhanded bitch in his Instagram stories but also because you had deleted all photos of him on your profile and said fucking nothing. Silence to be polite and all that. He cheated on you, he was leaving you for some whore you had plenty of suspicions about, and, worst of all, he waited until you and him were finalizing the down payment for this expensive-ass-fuck high-rise condo – that money was out of your own pocket, not his, how convenient – and backed out of the loan for the mortgage. His reasoning?

You cheated on him first.

Hello?

With his former guitarist.

Hello?

Your ex-boyfriend had fired his former guitarist ages ago because you and him had gotten too friendly.

Alright, man.

You liked the guy, sure. Talked to him when he was in the studio and found you had a lot in common. Plus, he was crazy talented. Made most of the melodies, self-produced a lot of the songs for the band so they could save money, even contributed to lyric writing so they didn’t have to spend on that either. He even had a good voice, although sadly the band rarely used it. Your art of words paired with his knowledge of music made some viral hits. But then tensions rose between him and your ex when they started butting heads for no reason (there was a reason and it was ugly jealousy). Then arguments rose between you and your ex, but instead of breaking up, you buried yourself into writing your next novel to let the situation cool off.

Sigh, okay, call a spade a spade.

You were avoiding the confrontation.

He fired his guitarist and got a new one.

Then things were good.

Until they weren’t.

Of course, they weren’t. You didn’t solve shit, and he was fucking every girl that threw themselves at him behind your back. Good thing you had strict rules about condoms, otherwise you would probably have some lasting consequences right now. So, when the ground cracked and split apart from under you, what did you do?

Yup, this was the part that made you no better.

You found that former guitarist and fucked him.

Word travelled around. Word also travelled around that somehow you got someone to be part of that insane loan you got talked into. And, oh, shit, did things get messy once a certain someone knew who it was.

But here you were.

Feeling guilty.

You probably couldn’t publish for at least six months to a year because, harrowingly, your demographic was young adult – you had even relied on social media for self-marketing, fuck – and the half of a novel you had now had to be scrapped considering that so many of the quotes were now distressed in dark venues by the lips of an egomaniacal dick that you allowed into your pussy far too many times. Once was already too many.

Fuck.

You didn’t even want to live in the city.

It’ll be so much easier for me to get bigger opportunities. Don’t be a selfish bitch and only think about yourself.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to throw your laptop into the wall and break it into smithereens, but you didn’t because this piece of technology was currently your only chance of making money. Fuck. Me. Always talking about himself like he was only important member of the band, even though it was the other guys who wrote most of the music and lyrics. No one sided with you, obviously. This was their job and technically not their romance. They were sympathetic but not empathetic to the point of jeopardizing their jobs. Obviously, you hadn’t signed any contracts for royalties or credit. This was supposed to be your soulmate.

Soulmates weren’t so generous to give you pennies.

You’re being greedy and self-important. Oh, so you’re only in the relationship for the money? I’ll give you money once we make it big. Once we get it all, I’ll buy you everything you want. But you gotta help me out now. We’re starving artists, ya know?

You should have asked your parents for monetary help, but you didn’t. Your pride didn’t want to hear the told-you-so speeches for dating a guy they didn’t choose for you. You also didn’t want the arranged marriage appointments back in your life either.

So.

Trapped in white walls, post-its of false starts, and impending doom.

Dramatic, but you were a writer.

“Come here and sit down with me.”

Some part of you didn’t want to face him. It was really dumb. He was your new roommate now. You were fucking him when you were too sad to avoid it, and it was pretty obvious he knew. You were living off his money. Sure, he only paid for half the rent but then food mysteriously appeared in the fridge, bathroom necessities were stocked when they were running low, cleaning supplies neatly sorted into the closet, and all that other shit. None of that wholesale stuff either, but the nicer things normal households could afford.

It wasn’t an exaggeration that you cried into the soap during your shower last night.

All because you finally acknowledged it wasn’t one of those shitty bars that made skin feel like plastic but actually fragrant lathering liquid that you could put on the dense, not-falling-apart-in-one-use loofah that you hadn’t bought. You would have been satisfied with cutting coupons and living on the dregs of the bare minimum, but someone cared enough to not let you do that, and you currently couldn’t do anything to contribute and probably couldn’t for a while.

And that made you feel undeserving.

Maybe you were only fucking him because that was all you could offer.

Pathetic.

The guitarist called your name softly.

Like a beaten dog, you got up and sat down beside Min Yoongi.

He continued to play a melody you didn’t know on his black acoustic guitar. He hadn’t moved in all his instruments and equipment yet. You had told him he could have the whole living room for his studio. He had asked if you were sure and you responded that you were sure that you weren’t going to have anybody over ever so, unless he wanted a living room space, you didn’t want one.

“Shit always happens, you know,” the deep voice reminded you.

“This happening was of my own doing and now I’ve ruined my own life,” you muttered, bitter over a boy and hating that you were bitter over a boy.

A small chuckle. “You have to admit you had help.”

Stupid boy.

“Can’t be helped. Humans are animals of regret.”

It stung to regret.

The guitar playing stopped and now you were met with silence.

Don’t cry.

But it was so tiring to be angry. So easy to be sad. So easy to think, my fault, for being swept up in what he was but not who he was, for believing that you knew what was best when clearly it wasn’t, for being spiteful on purpose. For avoiding looking at Yoongi in the face because you were too ashamed to acknowledge what was going on here.

For being too afraid to ask what he thought of it.

“I regretted not stealing you from him sooner. Thought you were too fuckable for that loser from the first day we met.”

A strange feeling.

Skin prickling, glancing the that pale hand of graceful, callused fingers simply resting on the neck of that guitar, not looking at Yoongi’s face even though you knew it quite well in profile.

“That’s one way to make me feel better,” you replied.

“I’m not trying to make you feel better. Just being honest,” he replied, tapping his fingertips on the wood. “You are ten times too talented and a hundred times too pretty for a guy like that.”

You twitched. “Are you shitting on my standards?”

“Back then? Yeah, I am.” A calm hum, setting aside his guitar and placing his elbows on his sweatpants-covered knees, charcoal gray and worn. “Pretty clear you went full desperado for a guy that didn’t deserve it. Also, he ain’t hot shit like he thinks he is.”

Ow and what the fuck. “Fuck off.”

You felt movement and tracked his hand raising, spinning a finger around his temple. A brief glance and the details sank in. Long, windswept black waves, light cream skin, pointed gaze directed forward and not at you, pensive slight frown of pink lips. You looked away again, past his loose white t-shirt and to your hands.

You used to be proud of them.

They used to be able to type prose like no other.

Now they were twisted in an oversized, olive-green sweatshirt that you picked up from the sale bin of the convenience store for dirt cheap and they didn’t write jack shit.

You also hated olive-green.

Nothing personal. It just wasn’t your color.

“You’re a psycho bitch to put up with him,” Yoongi commented.

He wasn’t wrong. “I’m a psycho bitch all the time.”

“Yeah, and I don’t date crazy.”

You thought you would feel insulted, but you were past the point of caring. Also, there was something about the way his calm voice said it. Like he knew what he was doing. Huh. That was a silly thing to think. Of course, Yoongi knew what he was doing. He did it. He let you in his studio when you tracked it down and camped out until he showed up. He had listened to your psychobabble and didn’t back away when you pinned him to the wall.

This wasn’t dating.

“At least, I thought I didn’t,” Yoongi added, not touching you.

He fucked you too. He wasn’t a starfish in bed, that was for sure.

“I wanted to get back at him too, you know,” that deep, hazy voice murmured beside you. “That bastard turned my friends against me, stole my mixes, and cut out all my connections. Made me start from the ground up, alone.”

Yeah, you did know that. You helped badmouth Yoongi. In the name of love.

Shit.

“Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry.”

Ouch.

“And you shouldn’t be, ‘cause what’s done is done and being sorry isn’t going to change anything.”

You untwisted your hands from each other, realizing your knuckles were white from anxiousness, and relaxed them on your bare knees. Best you could, anyway.

“Yeah,” was the best response you had. This fucking boy ruined your life and stole your eloquence too, apparently. Motherfucker. “You’re right.”

Neither you or Yoongi said anything.

Minutes passed.

Another night in the condo and both of you were sitting on a mattress with a single blanket, deflated pillows, and a box of condoms on the floor.

You touched his forearm the same time his hand moved to grip your thigh.

And then it was the don’t-look-him-in-the-eyes challenge, and he was doing the exact same thing, eyes averted, black hair over them, lips grazing your jaw. Breath against your ear. Hot. His neck under your lips, flexed, fair skin with remnants of bruises, and your teeth sank in, making new ones, listening to his hiss and feeling his hands slide under your sweatshirt. Weighted palms and blunt nails. Digging in.

“Harder.”

He scratched you up as you climbed into his lap, tasting flesh.

Those firm hands gripped your hips and forced them down. Grinding. Softness to growing hardness, unhooking your bra, hands all over like you had lost your mind, your thighs squeezing his sides, yanking his shirt collar down and licking up his collarbone, dripping spit, shivering as you saw it glisten over his marred skin.

Clothes coming off, thrown aside. Guitar sliding to the hardwood floor as bodies tumbled. Your hands on his chest, your hard nipples pressed into the sheets as Yoongi slipped his hand into your hair and shoved your head down. Mouth open, tongue curling around. Moan striking the air, echoing in the nothingness.

Hard, hot, now wet.

Up, down, hitting the back of your throat, unable to choke in the adrenaline of lust, in need, in desire for pain, rubbing your tongue all over as Yoongi face-fucked you hard and fast, thick cock swelling in your mouth, your lips grazing the swollen head and making him shudder, saliva slipping down your chin that was smacking into his balls.

Was it shameful that you were good at it?

Sex solved nothing but you sure had a lot of it as if it did.

A sharp gasp and salty cum filled your throat, drinking, swallowing with effort and the burning sensation of your locked jaw, maintaining the soft tightness. Tongue tracing the contours, keeping him hard, hearing the rip of a foil packet above your head.

You hadn’t even realized that Yoongi had let go of your hair, letting you lick him all over at your own pace.

“What position?” Yoongi panted, husky and breathless in the mostly empty bedroom.

Mattress, chair, desk, laptop. Oh, and guitar.

Bodies on the floor.

You didn’t say anything.

You just turned around and slid down, elbows on the bed, knees spread, ass up.

“Alright then.”

You bit your lower lip.

You almost turned your head, almost looked back, just to check, right, just to check he was okay with it, and then strong hands gripped your hips, lifting them, sliding in, condom on and stretching you out right away, his knees pushing your knees apart and forcing you to arch your back for the angle.

No chance to look back.

You gasped, gripping the sheets, blinded by pleasure and the fading resonance of pain.

Hard.

Deep.

You pushing back, deep not deep enough, hitting your preferred depth and letting your eyelids flutter, veins burning with the repeated ecstasy. One of your hands lifted and reached back, squeezing his hand on your hip, and the grip became tighter, fingertips digging in, smacking his hips into your ass, and your body threatened to throw him back, carnal power meeting his every thrust, clenching around his hard length, and you could hear Yoongi growl your name, low and deep and voracious.

Somehow, his name fell from your lips too.

Rough and sinful, no better than an animal.

His nails dug into your back and dragged down, burning lines into your skin.

Your head tipped back and you moaned, a clear, shameless sound that would become familiar to this ceiling. Pooling wildfire, tightening muscles, wasted nectar sticky between joined thighs, surge after shivering surge of orgasmic apex stinging your veins as you barely registered Yoongi’s shudder and blissful groan, feeling the pulse inside you made than hearing the sound.

The rush of blood roaring in your ears was far too loud for you to hear anything.

Your face felt hot, so hot.

Gripping the sheets, twisting them, pulling them off the edge of the bed.

This moment.

Very few things were as intense and exigent as an orgasm. Fleeting, but a violently memorable. Pure nothingness of soaring high. You chased it. Again. And again. And again, your fingers tangled in Yoongi’s dark hair, pulling it over his face but he didn’t look at you anyway, eyes closed and teeth trapping his lower lip, breath trapped in his chest, driving his hips into yours again and again.

You both kept going until the limits were reached.

The darkness willingly swallowed you up.

Min Yoongi always considered himself a rational person, which was precisely why he found himself entangled in the break-up between his former best friend and the only woman he ever considered committing a felony for.

Yeah.

He also didn’t believe in love at first sight.

She was still way too hot for that idiot though.

His eyes could communicate well enough with his dick. The short skirt and exposed thighs didn’t really help either. Still, Yoongi had let it be. Respect was keeping his distance despite racing heartbeat and keeping calm despite shaking hands. He got used to it once the late-night talks about music and wordplay became a regular thing. Sometimes they talked about general life and were surprised on how well they aligned. Still, she never spoke poorly about her then-boyfriend even though there was plenty to talk about.

Scorched earth was their sacred ground.

It was painful to witness.

Yoongi regretted valuing the friendship, mostly because it didn’t mean jack shit at the end of the day. He regretted believing in the elegant, age-old saying.

Bros before hoes.

Tch.

But mostly, Yoongi regretted pretending like nothing was wrong.

He would see the pain in her expression and not say anything. Watch her pack it all away and greet him with warmth that he didn’t deserve because he had a racing heart and shaking hands every time they met. He would watch his former best friend disappear into hotel rooms without explanation and Yoongi knew damn well it wasn’t right, but he kept his mouth shut because he was a coward, something he figured out later.

He could have washed his hands clean of that shitshow, but instead his hands had held her shaking shoulders and watched her struggle not to cry on that cold night.

Yoongi considered himself a rational person, but never a good one.

Too many ways to judge, and her lips had already connected with his as soon as his shoulder blades hit the wall. He didn’t stop it. Maybe it was bitterness. Vengeance. Hate.

No, it wasn’t any of that, actually.

He didn’t know exactly what but, in that moment, Yoongi knew that he would murder that asshole if he saw his former best friend’s face right then, ready to commit a felony all because those beautiful eyes couldn’t look at him, closing instead to blink back the tears that bastard didn’t deserve.

That meant something, all right.

He knew it could take a long time. He knew it would almost certainly be hopeless. He knew he would probably end up with a broken heart and broke as hell. He knew it was a bad idea and he knew it was going to tear him up, this spiral, but when he found himself looking up to the ceilings of these mostly empty rooms, this condo he now half-owed with the woman that was formerly his best friend’s girlfriend, and Yoongi found he didn’t know and he didn’t care what the future held.

She had trouble sleeping.

Less trouble after exhausting themselves.

He had trouble sleeping too, but that was because he was staring at the ceiling and wondering just how rational he really was. One hand behind his head, under the pillow. The other resting on the blanket, on the curve of her hip, feeling the steady hum of her breathing.

She never cried in front of him.

He knew she did cry, because he heard her in the bathroom sometimes. But never in front of him. Showed anger, yes, but never acted helpless even though it was perfectly reasonable to feel that way after everything that happened. Living on the least for his sake, even to the point of skipping meals and spending all her time trying to write, trying to get back to her livelihood, trying to get past all the false starts. Personally, Yoongi felt that she should give up for now and heal herself, but he also knew how it felt to feel stubborn and useless.

Hah.

It was weird, being so close and yet so far away.

He felt it most in the nighttime, even though that was when he was closest to her.

He was never going to be the same. He knew that. He already wasn’t, surprising himself with his own recklessness, and for what? He didn’t even know what she was capable of reciprocating after receiving all those scars. Didn’t even know if he was the right one, if he was better or worse, if…

If he was believing in something that wasn’t there.

Yoongi closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Livid.

It was weird. Feeling it. In the past, you buried it, numb, and promptly lived in delusion. But now you could feel it. What was more, you let yourself feel it. There wasn’t anything to stop you except for the occasional mental peanut gallery of you’re a bad person if you feel jealousy, but anger could overtake anything if you let it.

You stared at the scene before you, several meters away.

Seething.

It felt good.

Mostly because it was honest.

It surprised you. You hadn’t expected to feel anything. Sad, maybe. You had already been cheated on, so naturally you assumed the cycle would begin anew, just with less promises and in the gray area of uncertainty. But, no, instead of being distraught and delusional, you felt maddeningly, viciously, nearly on-the-edge of making a fist and dislocating Min Yoongi’s jaw from his skull because he was speaking to a female-presenting human at the entrance of the building that housed his and others’ music studios.

Did you lack context? Yes.

Would that get you arrested? Yeah, probably.

Would that probably not get your laid anymore and label you as an unhinged psychopath? Without a doubt.

But would it feel good?

Don’t know.

You had never punched someone before, although maybe you should have practiced on your ex-boyfriend. He was probably a more deserving candidate. In any case, you remained frozen in perplexation at your willingness for violence because you were pretty sure your… relations… with Yoongi were nothing more than a lonely bitch and a spiteful silver tongue executing revenge, so the amount of fucks you should give about Yoongi speaking to any human being – other than the obvious health and safety precautions – should be zero.

None.

Basket of fucks empty.

And yet.

Clearly wasn’t since you were mentally calculating the angle and force for jaw dislocation while having zero experience in doing so. In any sort of non-virtual manner, that is.

Hm.

Your hands were firmly in the pockets of your black cargo pants. The hip ones, although you had plenty of choice. You kept them there for the safety of passerby or, maybe deep down, yourself. This caused your jacket to fall open, the outlines of the sew-on patches and thick, bunched-up black denim crowding the space between your forearm and waist, your black cropped tank exposed to the chill evening air. You used to wear a plethora of band t-shirts, but, well, those were probably in a landfill or rotting in a secondhand shop.

You figured you would be cold. Unsurprisingly, the anger kept you warm.

Huh.

You thought about turning around and just straight up leaving, petty and picturesque of course, and then Yoongi seemed to sense your projected violence, looking up from the conversation. Dark waves over his cheeks, striking body line, backing away, hiding his eyes for a moment, not that you could see them that well from this distance. You twitched.

The girl reached out.

Yoongi simply bowed, out of reach, and pushed the glass door open.

Honestly, her role in this moment was so miniscule that you completely ignored whatever she did or possibly could have said to Yoongi’s retreating back. Sharpened gaze, and then he crossed the street with the crowd, walking past oblivious bystanders who may or may not become the harrowed audience of the next thirty seconds.

He stopped before you. Bomber jacket, white shirt, black track pants. Monochrome elegance.

You looked up at him, saying nothing.

Over one shoulder was his usual guitar bag that held said instrument and his yellow notepad sticking out of the pocket. He used it to jot down whatever came to him. You almost said something. Almost. Then you remembered that if this, this between you and Min Yoongi, if this was supposed to be nothing, then weren’t you supposed to do nothing but voice your casual annoyance for making you wait rather than, well.

Admit insecurity?

You looked away quickly.

No, it did not matter how reasonable it was, you didn’t like knowing that somehow you had been weakened by an ex-boyfriend, barely a man, no, a mere locust at best, so it was better to not say anything and accept that this was–

“Sorry, I got caught up with the staff about ending my lease.”

Compromised.

You didn’t look at him. “What?”

“Gonna end my lease this month and move my studio stuff to the condo. I can’t afford both.”

He had told you this already. It had been your idea. You already knew you were overreacting to a situation that you created in your head rather than reality. And, yet, the best your mind would allow was uh huh, a plausible explanation, sarcasm included.

“Ah. Right,” was your sharp, mildly frigid reply.

“I can’t read your mind.”

Do you intend to be exhausting?

Your mental peanut gallery was super annoying.

You breathed in. Cool, crisp air. The sound of cars and people bustling in and out of stores. You breathed in again. Did you really intend to be exhausting, irrational, and, worst of all, dishonest? Really, after all that had happened? After getting here, standing here, arriving to pick up Yoongi at his request to do the grocery shopping together?

You turned back to look right into black-brown, piercing orbs.

“I just realized that I have the ability to be jealous,” you exhaled, draining your lungs. “It’s unpleasant and not nearly as delightfully pivotal as the media makes it out to be.”

Something fluttered in those orbs.

Or maybe it was the wind catching his bangs, drifting black strands over his eyes shadowed by dark circles.

Yoongi half-smiled.

“Makes for good songwriting material though.”

There was an air of helplessness to his words. A tone you couldn’t define, except for the understanding, which left you both baffled and with a sense of guilt. There were emotions in that barely-there smirk on those familiar lips. Relief. Maybe a slight bit of shame. A shadow of guilt too. You realized people were glancing at you and him as they walked past, wondering why you both were at a standstill on the sidewalk. Yoongi seemed to not notice them or care.

You pulled your hands out of your pockets.

“Come on. We should go before it gets dark.”

Before you noticed it, your hand was rising.

You pulled it back, but not fast enough.

Yoongi’s free hand reached out and grasped around yours, strong fingers enclosing. Sliding up, calluses on your palm. Your hand lowered, slowly, your eyes moving in the opposite direction. Lips parting. His hand was colder than yours.

You stared at Yoongi.

He looked back, expression unreadable.

“I don’t hold hands,” you said, suddenly breathless.

You tightened your grip.

“Neither do I,” Yoongi replied, taking a step, on the cusp of walking past you, his hand around yours. “I simply just don’t like the idea of yours getting cold when I can do something about it.”

Previously, when you held hands, it was always with a purpose of showing public affection. The look-how-real-this-is-because-there-are-clear-witnesses show. Front row tickets nobody asked for. But this.

This.

You blinked hard and the sting was inside.

The sting of wasted time.

Your name in that raspy, soft voice. Familiar. You looked up, not saying anything and hoping the eye contact was enough. All Yoongi did was smile lightly and tug your hand.

“Let’s get take-out and shop tomorrow. We have plenty of time to eat healthier.”

“You can cry in front of me.”

Min Yoongi heard her breath hitch and still.

Seconds that felt like hours ticked by. It was the dead of night. Or maybe one could call it the time when honesty came to life, if the conditions were right. He knew this time well usually with a drink in his hand, but this time he was laying on his side with bruises of bites and carnal memories lingering on his fingertips.

“I wasn’t crying.”

Her voice was thick and strained from trying to keep it even. Her moment of jealousy had happened days ago. He had recognized it right away. Call it personal experience. He also recognized that she didn’t like to feel that way. It was obvious from her torn yet furious expression. It confirmed a lot of things for him. Still, she seemed pleased to help him move and set up his things in the bedroom. They found the living room to be a bit too echoey due to the large space so they switched the two, pulling the mattress to the living room and setting up his equipment in the center of what was formerly the bedroom.

He told her to paint the condo.

She had mentioned in passing that someday she would like to paint her entire living space black. Not this place, because he owned it too, and you probably think I’m crazy for wanting a dark space, huh, Yoongi? He asked her, why wait? No one lives forever. We’re just passing through.

She had given him a weird look.

We own this condo. Paint it.

There were cans of black paint waiting.

Yoongi had intended to go visit his family over the weekend. His parents and his brother who had recently been promoted to head chef at the classy restaurant he worked at. Someone in the family needed to have prestige. Well, that was his own personal feeling. Surprisingly at this point his parents had even up on telling him to get a higher-paying job. They told him to simply be happy.

And get married.

Yeah, about that.

He was still trying to get used to the music producer thing, for fuck’s sake.

“Are you afraid I won’t understand?” Yoongi let himself say, not turning around yet.

Sometimes, people didn’t want you to see them weak. He could understand that.

Call it personal experience.

A shuddering sigh. Deep breaths. Words bogged down, drained.

“I can only be so pathetic before I lose my mind recalling the past,” she mumbled. He felt her weight deepen on her side of the bed, as if she was trying to melt into the mattress. “I made things hard for myself. For you. It’s pointless to cry about it anyway. In the end, it only makes me look ungrateful.”

Yoongi thought about it.

“It’s true that you probably shouldn’t have involved me.”

He shifted, laying on his back now.

“But I’m not a good person either. I agreed, after all,” he murmured, his skin tingling with bruises and carnal memories. “Hm, to be honest, he was always a dick though, from high school till now. Always will be, I fear.”

“You’re easygoing enough not to be affected by his asshole behavior.”

“Not my job to change people. I leave that to parents and clueless fools.”

A pensive silence. Surprisingly not an irritated one. She seemed to accept it.

“Why did you become his friend?” she asked, staring at the ceiling with him.

“We just happened to like the same thing. Music.”

“I’m lucky you decided to become his friend.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I’m lucky that somehow he managed to bamboozle a hot and clever girl, two things he’s obviously not.”

She almost laughed. Almost.

“Who the fuck uses the word bamboozle?”

“You had to admit you were bamboozled, because you sure as hell weren’t dick-drunk.”

“Oh? You think you’re that good, huh?”

“No, I just know he’s that much worse.”

The faintest of chuckles.

“You… You get better every time,” she admitted. “I think I just caught you off guard the first time.”

“Firstly, I don’t like wasting time and, secondly, I had given up for a while before…” I met you. “Romance seemed like an expensive, worthless distraction when I could be using that time and money trying to push the band forward,” he pivoted, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes. “Then that went to shit.”

“Sorry.”

Automatic.

He chuckled darkly. “I’m confident I got the better deal.”

A trembling pause.

“Why do you think that?”

He reached over and placed his palm on the top of her head, lacing his fingers in her hair. Messing it up.

“Tell me the truth. Was he good at sex?”

A burst of laughter. “Really? Alright. No, he wasn’t. He sucked. Thought he was a piston of a muscle car instead of a human being. Oh, and once he fell asleep on top of me.”

He cocked an eyebrow. Turned his head and forced hers to turn as well.

She was smiling.

Yoongi found his chest tight and breath shallow.

“And you didn’t leave him then… why?” he pressed.

She winced, albeit playfully. “I yelled at him. A lot. I don’t know, maybe he was tired.”

“Not an excuse.”

“I know, I know…” Sigh. “I… I didn’t want to believe I made the wrong choice.” Her eyes shifted, but her body was still turned to face his. “I… It made my entire family angry, dating him. Especially my parents. They would never forgive me and hold it over my head forever. I had to make it work. I thought, if only I worked hard enough…” Another heavy breath, squeezing her eyes tightly. “I know it was pride, but I wanted to prove to them and myself that I could do anything. Bad choices? Maybe. But they were mine. I don’t want my life decided by what is best for me. If I suffer for it, those are my consequences.”

Her eyes opened, but barely.

Yoongi kept his hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.

“I… I feel like shit because now you’re stuck in my mistakes,” she breathed.

He liked to touch her hair. It felt comforting.

“You know what your problem is?”

She glared under lashes and dared him.

Undeterred, he continued. “You blame yourself for shit that hasn’t even happened.”

A disapproving frown. “Hah?”

He tapped her forehead. “You think it’ll bother me if you cry, but what truly bothers me is that you cry alone.” Pushed back the strands, and now he was closer, sharing breath. “You think I’m stuck in your mistakes. Mistakes don’t inherently have only negative consequences. They almost always exist in a gray area.”

“I... I know that,” she grumbled, face against his chest.

“I did say you were clever.”

A drifting, drowsy silence.

“I’m not clever,” she whispered to his skin, pulling her body closer. “I just like you.”

Yoongi felt himself losing to sleep.

“I’ve always liked you, since the moment I saw you,” he muttered into her hair, breathing in the familiar scent, so quietly that he wasn’t sure if he said it at all.

“Ah? Yes? Sorry about that. Oh, yes, uh, I’m painting. Everything. Yes, I’ll be sure the keep the windows open. Thank you.”

You closed the front door of the condo. Well. You had expected nervousness, but somehow the conversation between you and the downstairs neighbor had been very calm. Apparently, he worked from home and wasn’t expecting the loud crash of the ladder from your unit.

In your defense, you hadn’t expected it either.

Thankfully, you hadn’t been on the ladder, only trying to figure out how to set it up. It was one of those compact ones that saved space but required some innovative thinking to get the taller height you needed. One crash and a YouTube video later, the ladder was now secure, and then came the knock on the front door.

The thoughts flew by – I don’t belong here, I can’t do this alone, they’re going to scold me and I haven’t even done the upper half yet – but the guy just seemed curious and confused. Didn’t even comment on your awkward outfit of navy boys’ basketball shorts and ill-fitted gray sports bra. Both on super sale. You were still wearing your bra because of the incorrect size, so the gray blob was bordering on ugly-ass tank top.

Look.

Some people had clothing they didn’t care about to paint in and some people had to dive in sale bins because they left behind most of their wardrobe and, with the clothes, their bad memories.

That was the intent.

Things rarely go as intended.

For instance, you thought you were going to feel imposter syndrome for a neighbor knowing that you were painting your own goddamn walls. You turned away from the door after you locked it, frowning. That’s right. Like it or not, bad decisions and minus an ex-boyfriend later, these were your walls. You looked up, out the large, floor-to-ceiling living room windows, and saw the sunlight sparkle over the sprawling city, walls painted half-black and half white surrounding you, and you could say that you never wanted to be here, but.

It was a sick view.

We own this condo. Paint it.

Your muscles were sore from the repeated swiping motion of the paint roller, but there was still this inexplicable energy coursing through you.

“What if it doesn’t look good?” you had asked Yoongi.

He had shrugged. “Then we paint it again.”

“It’ll be dark.”

“Wow, really? I thought black was supposed to be bright and cheerful,” was the sarcastic quip. “Just believe you have good taste and paint the damn walls.”

This condo was an investment that made you poor.

That was the truth you needed to face.

You have good taste.

You scrunched your face slightly as you remembered Yoongi’s facial expression. Was he… praising you or himself? You squinted. This guy. Picked up the paint roller again and saturated it with ink black, making crispy crinkly sounds as you shuffled over the plastic. Good taste. Well, that was relative, wasn’t it? Everything was at the end of the day. You climbed onto the ladder and began the repetitive, monotone motion once more but at a higher elevation. You should have put your music back on. Your phone was on the plastic-covered mattress and you were not about to go back down until you finished this section or ran out of paint. This was going to be a long process, but you had several days and too much time as Yoongi had already left to visit his family.

Now you were alone with a lot of paint and mind-numbing fumes.

Shit, you should have opened the window.

You would have to paint a second coat anyway. Who cared if the first coat was shitty?

Sigh.

Climbing down and doing your due diligence before returning to your post.

You had forgotten once again to put your music back on. Hah. Well, that was fine; you had yourself. You didn’t mind being alone. Heh, sometimes it was better to be alone. You continued rolling away, hardworking in the consistent rhythm. Thinking about it now, this might have been the first time in a long time that you were okay with being alone. Before, you had felt guilty whenever you weren’t thinking about your relationship. Huh. Odd. Was it some kind of mental self-reassurance when you knew something was off? It was hard to tell, but possible.

Everything was off about that relationship. You just had too much pride to admit it.

You sighed, climbing back down to reload.

Wait a second. Was this why there was that wider step towards the top of the ladder? You poured some more paint in the tray and carried it up with you. Oh shit. Wow. Innovation. You coughed and went back to a different patch of wall. No one saw that. See, perks of being alone.

Well, you didn’t hate Yoongi being here.

You stopped painting.

You didn’t just think that.

You went back to painting. Shut up, nagging feeling. You furiously painted on, ignoring your soreness, telling that little voice in your head to shut up, because there were plenty of reasons not to think stuff like that. Firstly, you weren’t ready to think stuff like that. And what if it was only hopeful transference rather than genuine feeling? Asshole or not, your ex-boyfriend’s betrayal of trust was not something so easily overcome. It wasn’t fair to Yoongi either, pretending to like him if you weren’t sure.

You liked Yoongi before you broke up, too.

Wasn’t that fucked up?

You sighed and came back down, careful to scoot the ladder without spilling and causing a mess. Back up and at it. Of course, it was fucked up. And you knew it was, which might have been why you let it get that bad. Might? Was why you let it get that bad. Two hypocrites were meant for each other. You huffed, puffing your cheeks. It wasn’t enough to hold the ticking grenade; you had needed confirmation it was a, in fact, a bomb.

Maybe even hoping it would end you.

It didn’t.

For some reason, you thought Yoongi could see that in you.

Damn, he’s really living in your system, hm?

You frowned.

Your phone rang.

You almost jumped, startled at the sudden sound of an old song you used to enjoy. Back when you were a teenager, and the memories came back as you climbed down. A kid who just really liked rock’n’roll, and parents who did not, but that kid didn’t care, annoyingly setting it as her ringtone on her shitty flip phone. Couldn’t you be her again? Before you had time to ponder, you checked your hands for paint and picked up your phone, answering it.

“Hello?”

“Did you eat?”

You blinked, sitting down on the crinkly plastic upon hearing that deep, raspy voice. “Uh, no. I was gonna stop by the convenience store when the first coat was done.”

“No, you weren’t. You were gonna skip a meal,” Min Yoongi tutted. “Because you don’t want to be a nuisance and use the money I had left you.”

Damn. He knew you, all right.

“If I forget, I forget,” you grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, pick up the food order from the front desk when it comes. They told me about thirty minutes.”

“You don’t have to order food for me. I’m not a kid,” you hissed.

“It’s the pho spot you like and if I don’t put food in front of you, you won’t eat. You intend to do all that hard work without some fuel?” A pause. You made a disapproving noise. “And I know you’re not a kid. By the way, what’s your waist measurement?”

You remained a grump. “Why?”

“I’m here, so I’m going to buy you some clothes.”

“Don’t buy me clothes. Don’t spend money–”

“You need things,” Yoongi cut you off. “Unless you want to come with me? You don’t trust me?”

“That’s not it and you know it,” you snapped back. “It’s not worth–”

“Of course, it isn’t. It’s vain and silly and superficial. And I’m still going to buy you things, so tell me your waist measurement.”

“Yoongi, this is your hard-earned money,” you puffed out, exasperated.

“Yeah, and I make money to provide you with a good life because I think you are the most important person to me. So, do you want me to guess with my hands or are you going to meet me halfway?”

Dead silence.

He called your name, softly.

You told him in centimeters.

“Got it. Don’t forget to check the front desk in thirty minutes.”

“I love you.”

His hair was stuck to his face due to sweat. “What?”

“I said I love you,” she said, staring right at him, their chests shuddering from exertion.

Yoongi couldn’t believe it, but also he wasn’t surprised. The room still smelled faintly like paint. The windows still had no curtains or blinds. They were still fucking on the mattress in the center of the living room and he was holding the used condom when she said I love you.

The walls and ceiling were all black, covering them in darkness as the city below glimmered with light.

“I love you,” was his reply.

It startled him, the suddenness of his response. He knew he did. Of course, he did, and he turned away quickly, making his way to the kitchen and throwing away the condom, skin tingling, cheeks aflame, and he was startled by the feeling that remained. He hadn’t expected those words to come out of her mouth even though he was sure of his own feelings. Yoongi had resigned himself to not hear it from her lips. He also didn’t need to hear it to know that it was true.

He saw her head to the bathroom.

Time was funny sometimes.

Suddenly they were both staring at each other on the mattress, the usual ritual completed, and the moment suspended.

“You didn’t have to say it,” he finally said. “For my sake.”

“I didn’t.” Her hair curled over her shoulder, caressing her curves. “I said it for my sake.”

Blankets and pillows and questions.

“I wondered about the validity of it,” she admitted to him. “Been wrong before and all that. Might still be wrong. So, I said it just to see if I regretted it.”

“Ah.”

They stared into each other’s eyes.

“Do you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

He half-smiled. How very simple yet complicated. He understood. “All the paint fumes really got to your head, huh?”

She looked up at him and he realized with a start that she, too, was half-smiling.

He reached out, smoothing her hair.

“You have a pretty face, Yoongi,” she teased, eyes sparkling.

He raised an eyebrow.

“I thought it would be too cliché, you and me,” she continued and the tone was different now, softer and more serious. “I thought you would get tired.”

She meant, of me.

He had thought this was cliché too. Cliché didn’t mean worthless though. His hand fell, and rested over hers without a second thought. Warm and against the sheets. “If I felt that way, I would have stopped speaking to you long ago. You could take care of yourself too.” Not safely, but could. “Except for money.”

She smirked.

“So you’re saying I need a suga daddy.”

Yoongi twitched.

“Part of me wanted to sell the condo as soon as possible,” she went on, casually glossing over the comment. “But the realtor said it would be a bad idea. I wouldn’t have any buyers without a minimum of six months or a year. Too many superstitions. Part of me thought I should…”

She looked up to the ceiling.

It was a high-rise, after all.

“All the reasons to move here were his. More convenient, better opportunities, owning rather than renting for the investment… I believed in it, more than myself.”

He didn’t say anything. Couldn’t because all those things had benefitted him already. He didn’t only agree to move in help her out. He was still a working music producer. But she didn’t seem to be saying it to condone him.

“I didn’t really think this place was mine until I painted the walls.”

Yoongi thought he should at least confess this part. “That’s why I told you to paint them.”

A small laugh. “You don’t like it, huh?”

“Don’t you remember the walls of the old studio were dark gray? That was my doing. I always resented the last place I rented because they didn’t let me paint the walls.”

“Ah… He painted over the gray.”

“I bet he did.”

They had fallen to the bed now, side by side.

“I didn’t think this would work out,” she breathed.

“I thought it might,” he hummed.

“Why?”

“You’re hot and clever and I wanted you from the first day I saw you.”

A warm chuckle. “Just like that?”

“Well, you had to give me a chance. Couldn’t make the first move due to the circumstances.”

“It was a convoluted and confusing one.”

“Eh, life’s unfair.”

“Your husband already paid.”

Your what?

“What?”

The cashier waved you away. You shuffled back, dazed, seeing Min Yoongi emerge from the bathroom in the corner of the restaurant, tucking a bit of his long black hair behind his ears and finding you in front of him.

“The cashier just called you my husband,” you declared.

He shrugged.

“Surprise.”

You blinked at him.

Patrons chatted and laughed as if this was a normal day. The music was horrendous covers of cheesy 2000’s pop. It was very strange, but the pho was good and well-priced, which was why Yoongi and you came here often after his meetings with music companies. Popular talent was in high demand.

He ticked his head to your outfit. “I know you like this dress I bought you, but you’ve left your coat at the table.”

“Oh, shit.”

“You’ve been scatterbrained ever since you started writing again.”

“Shut up.”

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#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts smut #yoongi smut #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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oogaboogaspookyman · 3 months

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@sm-baby

I COULD BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE NEW BUT MY HEART ACHES

[JUST FOR YOU]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The office door creaks open

"Heya Pom! Brought back the paper i asked you yesterday?" Jax sounded so cheery. So happy while you just sat there on the chair like a drunkard... Well he's not a romance guy, of course he would be happy on his own. Damn rabbit.

"Not a word? What, still miss Sir Dentures?" He chuckles. He doesn't stop chuckling. What a clown... Thinks the jester. Ironic.

"Hm..."

His smile fades into a sincere frown.

Sigh

"Look here, Pom... It was necessary. He's free, paid for restoring us, we're all good now. No more murder and i got my nice charming scarf back and my favorite brushes, i'm the cool art teacher again!"

"So turn the dumb frown upside down aaaand please give me the paper i asked you? Please and thank you?"

"You're not a romance guy, of course you're fine. [___]hole..."

...

Oh...

"Oh for the love of- the censor is still here?! God darn it, i wanna say the f word for once! I loved doing that!"

You grip onto the table until it began to crack at the memory of him. Him, him, him. That stupid fucking human.

"Pom you may wanna lay off the grip there, i paid a lot for tha-"

A chunk is crushed. Like paper.

...

"Ah..."

Pomni lets go, revealing the chokehold put on the table left a permanent mark.

"Did ya dissociate again? I spoke well 'n clear, i paid a lot for that one!"

"Suck me, rabbit, you can get your s[__]t yourself" Pomni gets up and storms off from the office with no more words.

"Eh... Christ she's not okay..." Jax sighs

"Wonder if things coulda been better?"

Nobody helps at all.

Gangle offered to distract her, have a play, but Pomni wasn't in the mood.

Zooble offered a smoke but she didn't wanna try that kind of stuff.

Bubble is too much of an agent of chaos to give a shit, offered to commit "one (1) arson".

Kinger is just too far gone in his dementia, lucid when it was fucking funny and nothing more...

Nobody helps.

He knew how to help...

Only he knew...

Him...

The door to Ragatha's room creaks open

"Oh hey Pomni! How's your day go... Oh..." Ragatha notices Pomni is not any form of happy, if anything she looks like she's empty inside and wants to die...

"Oh you're not alright... Would you like to talk over tea..?"

"Mm... Will you let me vent properly?" Pomni groaned, still doubting that she won't pull out the whole everything is fine bullshit

"Oh- u-uhm- yes of- of course! Of course, i- i apologize for my past behavior, i really wasn't in my... B- best moments, at the time..." Ragatha stuttered. Don't stutter, you pretentious... ... Anyhow.

"Okay... Do you remember... Caine?" Ragatha already caught wind of the situation...

"The human with the dentures head? Yes, i remember him just fine, he restored us..."

"Yeah..."

"He was a good man, although didn't have the best manners he was alright nonetheless, knew how to make some laugh..." Ragatha and Pomni chuckled at the memory of Caine's wacky way with words. Jumping jellybeans? Seriously? That's a man right there!

A good dude...

"..." Pomni's pupils turned into black scribbles at the thought of him. The chuckling had faded as soon as it started, replaced by...

"I loved that human, if i'm being honest... He knew how to cheer me up, how to make the situation seem less bigger than it actually is... He knew how to kiss, god did he know..." Ragatha let out an "oh my" after hearing Caine kissed her, what else did they do..?!

"He... He was... He's amazing. Just that, amazing..." Pomni sighed, sipping on the tea she's given... "I loved him..." She began to sniff, putting down her cup.

"Oh dearie, come here-" Ragatha put down her cup and welcomed Pomni with open arms, knowing full well she needed to let it out of her system.

And that she did. Pomni got up and hugged Ragatha as tight as she could, and began to sob her lonely heart away, "He loved you too, Pomni, that cannot be denied..." Ragatha spoke as she held Pomni close. The poor jester, so alone...

How ironic.

She has friends, and yet she's lonely.

Caine had filled up a hole nobody could fill, and now that he's gotten out of the game after restoring everyone to their better conditions... That hole is empty once more, a gaping void and nothing to fill it.

How lonely this jester must be...

But it was necessary. He's free now.

#tadc au #the amazing digital carnival #carnival au #spooker's writing #tadc showtime #showtime ship #pomni x caine #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #the rest are only mentioned i ain't tagging them #heehoo funi sad stuff makes me giggle heeheehoo #SoundCloud #curtainfall

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jaydizzel2844 · 6 months

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Jordan x Marie Drabble

(Don’t love how this ended but couldn’t think of anything else)

No. 4

The party was in full swing when Marie and Emma arrived at Dusty’s. The sunny weather meant that most people were out the back but there was still a good crowd in the house mainly in the kitchen or crowded around the living room watching a call of duty game.

Her sheltered upbringing meant that Marie knew next to nothing about video games but her partner was a bit addicted to their PlayStation so she’s picked up some stuff.

Speaking of her partner, looking closely at the crowd she can see them in masc form on the couch staring intensely at the tv screen controller in hand.

“I wanna head out the back.” Emma said, a bit loudly to be heard over the noise.

“I’ll meet you out there, I wanna let Jordan know I’m here.” Maria said not eager to go outside. Despite the sun it was pretty windy and she was regretting the sleeveless top she’d picked for tonight.

Marie managed to wiggle through the crowd to stand behind Jordan sitting on the couch. She looked at the screen, she’d hung out in Jordan’s room, doing her own thing while they played enough to know that the round would be over soonish.

The game ended after about ten minutes, she had no idea what was going on onscreen but judging from Jordan’s reaction they won.

“Hey” Marie said touching their shoulder, “congrats.”

“Oh hey, thanks. How long you been here. “ they said smiling up at her, big and toothy.

“Not long, just wanted to say hi before heading out back with Emma.” She used the height difference to run her hand through their hair, it gets so fluffy when they’re in masc form.

“I’ll come with “ they said starting to get up.

“No stay, finish your game. I might to, to be honest. It’s a bit cold outside. “

“Come on Jordan, let’s play“ said the guy with other controller.

“One minute Chad.” Jordan snapped. “You want this?” They said pulling off their blue and white bomber jacket.

“Thanks.” She took the jacket and leaned down to give them a quick kiss.

As she headed to the back door, pulling on the jacket she heard Chad say “Jordan quit staring at your girl’s ass and let’s play. “

Marie laughed to herself, Jordan was nothing if not predictable.

***

“Where’s Jordan?” Some girl asked Marie after her and Emma absolutely destroyed 2 frat guys at beer pong.

“Uh, inside on the PlayStation. Do know you?” Marie asked.

“No, I’m Stacy. I’m a friend of Jordan’s” she said putting extra emphasis on the word friend “I recognised the jacket so I thought you might know.”

Marie stood there, not knowing what to say. Luckily Emma saved her before it got awkward.

“That’s cool, she’s Jordan’s girlfriend.”

“Oh really, that’s weird.” Stacy said flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emma asked slowly moving between Marie and Stacy.

“It’s just you’d think that if you were their girlfriend that they’d be out here paying attention to you and not some stupid video game. But what do I know.” She said before turning on her heel and leaving.

“The fuck was that?” Marie asked.

“I think she was trying to fuck with your relationship. Ya know make you insecure so she can steal Jordan. That kind of thing. Pretty fucking pathetic if you ask me.” Emma said, tugging Marie around so she had her back to Stacy who currently giggling with her friends and throwing not so subtle glances over at them.

“Yeah, it’s not weird that Jordan’s inside and I’m out here right? Like they pay attention to me plenty? They offered to come out with but I told them to stay.” Marie said uncertainly. This is her first relationship which combined with her sheltered upbringing means that she doesn’t have a good frame of reference for what’s normal.

“Totally dude, don’t sweat it. The fact that you can spend time apart is healthy not weird. Anyway Jordan is so fucking into you they’re not gonna leave you full stop and they’re definitely not gonna leave you for fucking Stacy. She has a flat ass and Jordan ‘ass guy’ Li is not gonna leave your bootylicious self for some bitch with a flat ass.”

Marie couldn’t help but laugh, Emma always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“Hey ladies.” Jordan said finally making an appearance outside. They threw their arm around Marie’s shoulder and asked “What are you guys talking about?”

“How Marie’s ass is way better than Stacy.” Emma responded bluntly.

“What? I mean… yes obviously…but what?” Jordan stammered out in response.

Marie curled into Jordan’s chest and leaned up to give them a kiss on the cheek. “Stacy was being weird to me so Emma was cheering me up. Did you and her used to date or something.”

“We hooked up a few times last year but then she got clingy so I ended it.” Jordan said casually.

“Damn,” Emma said with a laugh “what’s the gender neutral version of fuckboy?”

Jordan smirked “Fuckboi, spelt b-o-i. I’m gonna get a drink, you two want anything?”

“I’d love a drink Jordan,” Stacy said appearing out of nowhere. “I’ve actually got a bottle tequila in my room we could share. I know you like that better than the cheep shit they have here.” She looked pointedly at Marie while saying the last bit.

Jordan stiffened before switching. “Why don’t you fuck off.” Jordan said trying to step forward but couldn’t, Marie had realised that they were going on the offensive and had tightened her grip on them.

“Oh my god, I was just making an offer!” Stacy explained.

“Well you offer has been rejected so leave.” Emma said shooing her away.

Stacy walked off in a huff with Jordan glaring at her back.

“Hey,” Marie reached up to their jaw and gently turned their face towards herself “pay attention to me not her.”

“Of course,” Jordan said with their big toothy smile. “Always.”

#gen v #jordan li #jordan x marie #marie moreau #limoreau #emma meyer

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anxiouspineapple99 · 3 months

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Hello, Pineapple, my love! I hope things are going well 💚

For the kiss prompt, may I request "a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleep" with Wrecker?

No rush, and no pressure! I know things are chaotic for your right now. I just love the way you write soft moments like this.

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Pairing: Wrecker x GN!Reader

Summary: After a long wait, you and Wrecker finally get some time alone.

Warnings: Mostly fluff! Some mentions of sex but nothing graphic is described. regardless, minors shoo!

Word Count: 523

A/N: DJ MY BELOVED! I will be honest, this was a hard one for me to write. Wrecker is a struggle for me. I hope I did him justice! Also sorry it was so short. It’s my first time writing Wrecker and I was aiming for quality over quantity.The prompt will be in orange!

“Close your eyes!” You giggled as you guided Wrecker by the hand through the streets of Ord Mantell City.

“Where’re ya takin’ me cyar’ika?” The rolling laugh in his chest warmed you more than any sun.

“You’ll see! Be patient!”

You’d been planning a getaway for months. You worked extra jobs and tirelessly squirreled away spare credits. You wanted it to be perfect. A comfortable bed, tasty snacks, and now it was a reality.

You stopped in front of the little inn. It was quaint and cozy, a stark contrast to the rest of the city.

“Open your eyes!” You bounced eagerly on your toes as you awaited his response.

“Wow! What’re we doin’ here?” He asked, slightly perplexed.

“Remember how we talked about a quiet getaway?”

“Yeah…aw yeah! Is this it!?”

You nodded emphatically and grinned brightly at him as you guided him toward the room.

You opened the door, proudly holding your arms out to present the hard work you’d put into it; bottles of bubbly, snacks, cozy pillows…it was everything the two of you had talked about.

Wrecker swept you up in an adoring hug that spilled warmth through your body straight into your very being.

Many passionate love making sessions were had. All instigated because of your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, which drove Wrecker wild every time. And while the sex with Wrecker was phenomenal, your favorite intimate moments with him were the ones following. The hours you spent laying on top of him, both of you naked. Your cheek pressed to his muscular form, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you talked until falling asleep.

Finally the holofilms were done, your stomachs were full, and you were both thoroughly and happily pleasured. You were nestled atop his chest, pressing your cheek against his warm skin and breathing him in. Home. Anywhere in his arms was home.

“This was great, mesh’la,” Wrecker cooed softly as his fingers lazily danced along your bare back, sending happy chills skittering throughout your body.

“Anything for you my cuddly tooka,” you murmured as you nuzzled ever closer to him.

The chuckle that rumbled through his chest at your affectionate nickname sent you into a fit of giggles as you bounced in tandem with his laugh.

The two of you lay quietly, talking about everything from munitions and their complex designs that, if you were completely honest were lost on you, to your favorite holocomedies. Soon you felt Wrecker’s heartbeat begin to slow into a steady rhythm as he took longer and longer to answer your questions and think of his own.

“Wreck?”

“Mm? M’wake…” he mumbled, his lids laden with the unshakable weight of slumber.

You giggled, caressing his chest and neck as he grumbled murmurs of praise for your nimble hands. You watched as his lashes pressed together and in his last seconds of consciousness before drifting into a heavy sleep, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. You sighed happily as you tucked your head in beneath his chin and his lips pulled into a sleepy smile. Home. Anywhere with him was home.

#star wars #anxiouspineapple99 writes #you asked #and the pineapple answered #first kiss prompts #bad batch wrecker #wrecker #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #wrecker x reader #clone trooper wrecker

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kittievampire · 1 year

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I had given this idea to someone but it never got made so 🥲 Anyways, I hope you can make something out of this crack idea. Mammon leaving to the human world for like a week for modeling but for whatever reason (you can make one up or it can be a misunderstanding after an argument etc) his brothers think he's leaving them for good. You know never talking to them and cutting off any ties to them. So his brothers beg him not to leave, cry their crocodile tears, promise to be better etc only for Mammon to be confused af and then clear up the misunderstanding 😂 I really hope something can come to fruition out of this dumb ass idea lol.

This one made me cackle in an unflattering way

Sorry it took so long for me to write this for ya, anon, ily tho

There's no MC mentioned in the request, so MC will be a bit of a side character in this one, love y'all

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Don't Leave, Mammon!

Warnings: Family Arguments, Misunderstandings, Light angst, a lot of crack-head energy, MC's just kinda there

Enjoy.

It'd been about three months since you'd left for the human realm.

The House of Lamentation didn't change, it was always in a state of chaos. However, one could tell that your absence had taken a toll on the brothers, each in their own way. Not that this was exactly a bad thing, their lives had been changed thanks to you, and they wanted to carry out your parting wishes to the best of their ability. They became more responsible, more kind-hearted, and more merciful.

However, siblings will do what siblings do best: Argue over bullshit and cause each other stress.

"StupidMammon! Did you take money from my wallet again?!" The Avatar of Envy shouted from across the hall as he approached the white-haired sin. "I was saving that for an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle! Give it back right now!" Mammon turned his head to face his brother, shades slipping down his nose a bit. "Eh? I didn't steal shit from you, Weeb! Quit assumin' stuff!"

The sound of the door to Satan's room closing made the two flinch, a small sigh following the closing of a book in the blond's hand. "There you go with the lies again, Mammon. Just give him his money back, spare the ones in earshot the headache." The Avatar of Greed jumped, turning toward Satan. "I swear, it wasn't me this time! I didn't do nothin'!" He held his hands up in surrender. "You're being loud," A soft voice erupted form the twins' room, the source being the messy-haired youngest with an irritated expression on his face. "Beel and I are trying to sleep, and you woke him up. Then, he woke me up." The Avatar of Sloth huffed out, the sin in question poking his head out from the crack in the door and the frame.

"Mammon stole my money again!" Leviathan practically screeched, tears welling up in his eyes. "I was saving it on a Limited Edition—" "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Levi. Mammon, give him his money back before he goes on a nerd-rant," Belphegor waved his hand dismissively, earning a nod of a agreement from Beel. "Maybe you should hide it better next time, Levi," The Avatar of Gluttony said, munching on some Spicy Newt Chips.

"I'm tellin' ya, it wasn't me this time! I actually got a modelin' gig up in—" Mammon tried to protest, but was ultimately cut off once more. "What's going on here?" The eldest brother asked, face full of irritation from the bickering of his younger brothers. "Why are ya all suddenly springin' up from outta nowhere like this?!" Mammon whined, earning a stern look from Lucifer. "Of course, you're the culprit, Mammon. What did you do?" He seethed.

"I didn't do nothin'! I swear! Honest to Diavolo, it wasn't me this time!" The Avatar of Greed tried desperately to defend himself, only for his purple-haired brother to argue more. "He stole money from my wallet! I was going to by an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle!" Lucifer deadpanned at his brother before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Mammon, make this easy and just give it back."

The second-born looked around, only to see all of his brothers start to gang up on him, all repeating the phrase, "Just give it back," even though he never stole anything! At least, not this time. "I-It wasn't me this time!" Mammon tried to sputter out among the others' yelling. "It wasn't me!" He repeated, hand gripping the door knob to his room.

As the brothers continued to berate the second-born, Mammon turned the door knob and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. "I'm fuckin' done!" He threw his hands up in the air, though the tone he had made the statement seem less playful than he meant it to be.

Lucifer clicked his tongue, adjusting his black gloves as he took a step toward his brother's door. "All of you just want to give me a headache, don't you?" He asked softly, earning a whine from Leviathan. "My Ruri-Chan!"

"Oh my, what's going on out here?" Asmodeus asked, opening his door and pulling up his face mask. "Do you know how important my sleep is to maintain the health of my glowing and radiant skin? What's the meaning of all this noise?" The Avatar of Lust practically demanded, though he kept a neutral tone because of the eldest's presence. The third-born turned to his brother in pink, pointing at Mammon's room. "Mammon took the money that I was going to use to buy a Limited Edition Ruri-Chan Figurine from my wallet!" He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and fumbling with it for a moment. He nearly shrieked. "And I wanted to be the first one to buy it! That's it, I'm summoning-" "If you summon Lotan, Levi, I can assure you, Mammon will be the least of your concerns." The Avatar of Pride warned, earning a yelp from the purple-haired sin.

Asmodeus glanced between the two before sighing heavily. "Levi, are you referring to the 200,000 grimm you left in my room a few hours ago while you were ranting about how excited you were to get the figurine?" He asked, opening his door wider and pointing to his vanity mirror, lights glowing, and grimm sitting on the desk.

The brothers all exchanged glances, and the eldest growled.

"Leviathan!"

When you saw Mammon at your doorstep, you thought that something bad had happened. He told you that he was here for a modeling gig, but you assumed that there was more to the sudden arrival.

"I just figured I'd pay ya a visit while I'm here, nothin' more, g-got it?" He asked, a light blush present on his face as he denied any other reason for his appearance.

You were worried, so you contacted the brothers to see what was going on. You were able to get a hold of Satan, who explained what was going on as best he could.

"I did hear him say that he was... 'done,' but... I didn't expect him to run off like that." The Avatar of Wrath seemed perplexed over the phone. "It seems like he was more upset about it than I thought... I'll tell the others, please keep him there as long as you can. Don't let him leave," He said just before ending the call.

You looked down at your D.D.D., letting out a small sigh as you turned toward your bedroom door.

Did your departure have something to do with this? Maybe you could help in some way.

Mammon insisted on sleeping in the same room as you, even if it had to be on the floor. When you were still awake, he'd started rambling on about his brothers and how annoyed he was, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He must be going through so much internally, and you were glad he was letting it out, even if it was under a cloak of sarcasm and pettiness.

In the middle of his rambling, though, you heard the front door swing open. Mammon jumped to his feet immediately, worried that there might be an intruder. Lucifer slammed the door to your room open, his brothers spilling out into the room after him.

Asmodeus immediately lept toward his white-haired brother, squeezing him in a tight embrace. "Mammon! Don't leave us!" He whined. "If you're gone, who am I going to party with?! Who's going to be there to splurge on shopping with me, hm?! I can't exactly take Levi or Satan with me!! Leaving is too cruel, Mammon! Too cruel!!"

The eldest looked down at the Avatar of Envy, tilting his head toward Mammon, motioning for him to 'go'. Leviathan shuffled over to his brother, looking up at him with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I didn't mean to go blaming you and stuff, that's only what a normie would do. I didn't mean to make you leave!" Beelzebub came up after them, scooping all three of his brothers up into a tight hug, making Mammon wheeze as he tried to breathe properly. "O-Oi—!" "Don't leave Mammon!" The gluttonous demon sobbed, holding his brothers close.

"Beel, let them breathe." Satan chuckled softly, patting the sin on the shoulder. Belphegor and Lucifer stood behind the rest of them, the Avatar of Sloth feeling less enthusiastic than the rest of his brothers, though he could hardly blame them. Lucifer cleared his throat. "Release them, Beelzebub," He demanded. Beelzebub did as told, allowing the gasping demons in his arms to fall to the floor.

"W-What's this all about, huh?! Why're ya all actin' so weird?!" Mammon asked, grasping his chest as if to try and steady his heart beat. Asmodeus grabbed him by the shoulders. "Because you came to the human world to escape us! Because you were through with us, no?"

Mammon blinked.

"I have a modeling gig tomorrow..." He muttered out, making the entire room go silent. You bit your lip, a very frightening aura being emitted from the eldest sin. "And... That's the only reason why you left?"

The Avatar of Greed nodded, causing Leviathan to immediately recoil. Asmodeus kept his arms wrapped around him, tears streaming down his face. "Don't joke around like that again!! I thought I lost the only other interesting person in the House of Lamentation!" He whined.

Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. "Of course ya'd be distraught! Losing the one and only Mammon is the most horrible thing that could happen! Ya should be greatful that I didn't!"

Silence fell upon the room once more, with the acception of Asmo's sobbing.

Lucifer then turned to you, a vein bulging from his forehead.

"MC, you would happen to have rope, do you?"

Hope you liked it, anon!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me on crack #obey me hcs #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me crack

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spookyspecterino · 7 months

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New You

Sam Coe x GN! Reader x Delgado

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used. Reader is called Rook a few times, like in some Crimson Fleet quests.

Some angst. A lot of explicit language. Implied sexual relationships. Pining for a criminal. Poor Sam. Sam is supportive but worried. Delgado is a warning all by himself.

You're there to watch as the pirates you've worked beside for months are taken to prison. They have a few things they'd like to say.

This is about the Crimson Fleet Undercover plot.

I just started the questline. I have no idea how it ends of if anything along these lines even happens. My brain literally bullied me into writing it 😭 I stopped everything to write this lmao.

I really love the theme of going undercover, assimilating, and then having to deal with who you've become and how you've changed after everything. So there's some of that in here.

“You sure you wanna be here for this?”

“I have to see it through, Sam. After months of being undercover, it wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t.”

He grunts softly. “Alright. Just prepare yourself for pirates to be, well, pirates.”

Doors open on the other side of the transport deck. A squad of UC security and Naval troops, all decked out to the nines, file in, holding mean looking rifles.

The sounds of trouble already echo through the open door.

“Ya fuckin’ bastards! Let me go, I didn’t do jack shit!” A mane of red-brown hair comes in the doorway first as Mathis is quite literally shoved through. It was no surprise that he’s giving everyone trouble.

It doesn’t take much time for him to notice you standing to the side. “You!” He snarls. “I’m gonna put a bullet through your head if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

The laugh that comes out of you is rough, full of vile, and cruel delight. “Shut the hell up, Mathis. The last thing you’ll ever do is rot in a two-by-four cell. I hope they make it cold just for you!”

Mathis screams more explicit insults, most geared toward your mother. The guards fight and yank at the man, rifles raised. Still, they manage to subdue him, robbing you of a chance to put Mathis down yourself. You’re laughing until he’s well past the other doorway and out of sight, you hoped he could hear it from down the hall.

“Seems like a real winner. Good friend of yours?” Sam asks, studying you.

“Fuck no. Hated that asshole from the moment he opened his mouth, to be perfectly honest. I’m going to sleep well knowing he’s going through his worst nightmare.”

Sam’s face pinches together, you only catch a glimpse of it from the corner of your eye. His mouth twists, as if he has more than just, “Ah, I see.”

“Have something you wanna say?” The response is snappy, challenging, automatic—something you had to adopt in the midst of pirates, and you regret it immediately. “I…I didn’t mean that…” You sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“It’s alright. I get it. Just try to remember you’re not a pirate anymore.”

“Yeah...I’m working on it.”

His eyes linger. You can feel his thoughtful gaze. It makes you itch.

Pirate life was at least simplistic. Somebody had a problem? You’d know about it immediately. A short knife fight or a brawl and it’d be over. Done.

Being around Sam again was…well it would take an adjustment period.

Months of pirate life, a life you’d adapted to very quickly, and you’re spit back out into civilization on the other side. There was no guidance on how to go back to “everyday life”—on how to shed this new person you’d become.

It’s infuriating. Everyone expects you to pick back up from where you left off…but you can’t. You’re not the same person anymore. Sometimes you wake up and think you’re still on the Key.

Sometimes you wish you were still on the Key.

“I can see you thinking behind that wall of silence.” Sam gently says. His voice sounds so loud on the empty transport deck. “Just know that I’m here for you—always will be. You wanna talk about what happened during those months, you can come to me, judgement free. Promise.”

When you don’t respond, Sam chuckles. “You’re always so quiet now—which is fine,” he’s quick to add, “I just want to help.”

“Yeah…thanks.” Is all you can manage as the transport deck’s doors open again and more armed personnel file through.

Naeva is silent, head held high…until she catches sight of you.

“Oh, it’s on when I get out of here, Rook!” She spits through her teeth, trying to lunge for you. The guards stop her, pull her back into line, but her body remains tense.

“Looking forward to it, Naeva.” A cruel grin breaks free. “You know, I never killed that other Rook you sent me after. Austin Rake. He’s at some Starport, drinking for free right now.”

“You fucking traitor! You’d better be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your damn life! ‘Cause when you don’t, I’ll be there to put a knife through your back!”

“We’ll see about that. I’m sure you’ll get a knife through yours first. Delgado probably isn’t happy that it was your recruit who brought his empire down around him.”

She grins, something dangerous lurks in her expression. “Oh, I’m sure Delgado has some plans for you, Rook. After everything, I can’t imagine how you’re gonna look him in the eyes.” They’re nearing the other doors, Naeva’s trying to twist back to face you, fighting the pushing and pulling of her security escort. “You know he trusted you. Honest to God. Have fun living with that for the rest of your life, traitor!”

Her words hit a nerve. You were very careful not to let it show. Still…it hurt.

As the doors close, Sam turns to face you. “Listen, why don’t we just go? This isn’t healthy.”

“Not really focused on whether it’s healthy or not.”

“That’s part of my point. You have to get away from this stuff, away from the Fleet. This whole thing is just going to give you more to think about and keep you awake at night.”

Lashing out and snapping back a retort is what you want to do. But instead, you take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

His voice turns soft, pleading. “Don’t go silent again. Please, talk to me.”

“Sam,” you start, very carefully, “I need this. This is my closure.”

“Are you sure?” His blue eyes were soft, full of worry.

More questions—and feelings. It agitated you. Made you grind your teeth together. “I’m sure.”

He looks away, frowning. He’d probably bring it up again, but future you would have to deal with that. Right now, you were more focused on—

Doors slid open. Your heart skips with that familiar flutter while a hard knot forms in your stomach.

Delgado walks, freely, without any guards touching him, through the doorway. He’s given space and walks leisurely as if he owns the Vanguard. There’s no hassling, there’s no pushing.

You’re expecting the worst—or for him not even to look at you. Instead, he holds your stare with a faint smile. “Hold up.” And the guards around him actually stop.

You know that look in his eyes, you’ve seen it a hundred times, your feet move without any command or thought.

Delgado. Leader of the Crimson Fleet. Even if you tried, you couldn’t spare him.

He steps away from the security unit. One last private meeting with the man who owned you, heart and soul, for the last few months.

“I was wondering whether I’d see you here.”

Why are you smiling? “Couldn’t resist the urge to tell Mathis one last time to go fuck himself.”

He chuckles. It sends your nerves out of whack. “I’m very impressed by you. Playing the part that well…” he tilts his head, a secretive smile just for the two of you catches at his lips. “…certainly had me fooled.”

Late nights in dim lighting. Cigarette smoke. Legs tangled up in sheets. Whispers. Rare laughter. It floods back, threatening to break your tough façade.

“Tell me, mi tesoro, are you prepared to go back to the life of normalcy? With your,” He leans over, looking Sam up and down with open distaste, who stands further back—arms crossed and glaring, “little Vaquero?”

“I’m working on it.”

Delgado barks out a laugh. “I know this person you are now. You’ll never be satisfied again.” There’s a teasing glint in his eye that you’re stubbornly avoiding.

“My life before the Fleet was just as exciting and satisfying.”

He hums, his smile turning darker. “I doubt that very much. There isn’t anything so thrilling as robbing a GalBank transport and returning home to celebrate with drinks and…” He pauses, eyes scanning you. “Well, that last part is just between you and me, eh?” His eyes flickered to Sam, then back. “Can he give you that?”

You chuckle, it’s forced. “Delgado. Jealous to a fault. Some things never change.”

“You know he can’t.”

“He can give me something else. Happiness. Security. Maybe even be a life-long partner.”

“And I couldn’t? You insult me, my dear. I would have given you everything.”

“Just as long as you had what you wanted first.”

He holds up a finger. “We obviously know one another very well. So, I offer you this. If you ever get tired of playing nice in a universe that is anything but, you know where to find me.”

“You’re serious?” Your voice lowers to a hiss. “And what, break you out of high security prison just for you to kill me? No thanks.”

“On my word, all debts and grievances would be squared. Think of it. I’d have you by my side—we could build something better than the Fleet ever was. Be free of the UC, the Rangers, everything. Like we always talked about.”

A guard behind him starts walking over. “Alright, time’s up. Let’s go.”

You’re frowning, eyes flickering anywhere but his. “You’re insane.”

Delgado’s expression turns. The light fading from his eyes. “You’ve never been satisfied. It’s something I really like about you.”

He lets the guard corral him back to the others. Your fists are tightly gripped. “The person you knew was undercover.”

“Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better.”

As he’s escorted away, you want to follow. Your legs tense, trying to keep still. His parting words before he passes through the door are, “I’ll be seeing you.”

Then he’s gone. The transport deck feels emptier than it ever has been.

Never satisfied. A life of normalcy. Going back to surveying planets and doing odd jobs for the Rangers. The idea claws at you. Your mind battles with the concept, with the unspoken feelings. Remnants of your past self against whoever you are now.

We could build something better than the Fleet ever was.

You know where to find me.

Sam walks up, standing by your side. Watching. You hadn’t moved. Still staring at the closed doors.

“What did he mean, ‘I’ll be seeing you’?”

The lie is easy. “No idea.”

#sam coe x reader #Delgado x Reader #It's a love triangle folks #gn reader #Sam Coe #Delgado #Starfield

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l0ve-bug-m1les · 10 months

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Spider-Band With a S/o Who Hyperfixates on Things Hard

Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, and Pavitr Prabhakar (separate) x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None! (Except my attempt at British talking—)

Summary: Really what the title says—

A/n: This is actually an idea i had when i first fell into the spider verse fandom but didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. Glad ya’ll picked this one! Enjoy!! Also lmk if any of ya’ll wanna be on a tag list!! I know i don’t write all that much but still—

Miles Morales 🌻🎧🌻

Bby is here for it

Always listening to what you have to say and never complaining

I have a feeling he’d be just as excited as you even if he’s got no clue what you’re talking about

He’d try to get into your interests with you no matter how outlandish they may seem

(I mean he’s basically a spider what’s so weird about fnaf lore—)

Definitely draws you things based off of the subject

“You said they were your favorite, right?”

Is always sending you memes and funny videos about your interest

Asks you for updates on your interest if it’s a series

Holds you when something bad happens and you’re sad

“Shh, shh…Hey, at least they existed, right?—Oh, no that made it worse—“

Going back to rambles, he’s always listening but maybe not always looking at you

But trust me

That boy could recite what you say perfectly

He just likes to listen while he works or draws

Has definitely made a mural of you and him in the world together (used it as a date spot. It’s true, he told me)

Overall

20/10 boyfriend

(I mean they all are but like—)

Hobie Brown 🎸⚡️🎸

Will spend hours learning songs related to your interest

But then he’s like

“What? Oh, i been knowin’ this song, luv. What’re ya on about?”

Say for instance, you dive deep into an artist or band

Obviously, Hobie’s gonna ask you about them

But would never ask you for your favorite songs because he’s “Too busy writing his own”

So he just pays really close attention to the songs you talk the most about

(As i previously stated, he learns them all and plays it off)

When you figure it out he’s just like:

“Took ya long enough, luv”

He also listens to your rants about whatever it is (much like Miles and everyone else here but shhh)

But here’s why he stands out

This man can keep up

He can and will remember all about it, and basically know about much as you do

Steals things from stores that are from the series or whatever it is

“Hobie, how’d you get this?” “It was on display and i knew you’d love it.” “Wow! I thought you didn’t buy things from brands..” “…” “You stole it…”

You’re too busy loving whatever it is to stay mad

(But we all knew you weren’t mad)

If you think your interest is cringey then you’re WRONG

“But it’s for kids—“ “And? So what?” “Well…uhm….hm.” “Yeah. Thought so. Now keep goin’, I’m invested.”

(But also in general, bby. Love what you love and come to me if anyone says it “weird” or “cringey”. I’ll beat them up bestie<33)

All in all, a king<33

Gwen Stacy 🩰🥁🩰

I’m gonna be honest

She is lost

Even if you go over things twenty times she still won’t get it

And that’s okay!

She takes notes and tries to keep up

Definitely proud of herself when she gets a detail right

“And then—“ “Wait, wait. Let me guess…He…he burned the pizzeria down, right” “Uhm—yeah, actually!” “*insert proud face*”

(Woah look at the trans flag colors^^^)

Definitely binge watches or reads your interest and learns as much as she can

She keeps a notebook full of her notes that she refers back to whenever you two are on call

She played it off as writing down some notes for school

But one day, she asked you to grab her suit from inside her drum set, and you found the notebook

It caught your eye because it had the name of your interest on it and you were like:

“Hey, Gwen? What’s this?” You showed her the notebook

I wish you could see my vision

When i tell you Gwen stood there for a good minute

I mean she stood there for several

Anywho

She just admitted to it and was all red and fidgety

Since this is her world, she was cast in mostly pink and red hues and the space around her fluttered yellow

You end up going through it with her, and talk about your favorite bits

Overall? She deserves several gold stars and cookies

Pavitr Prabhakar 🍵☀️🍵

Bby is here for it

Whenever you get excited he’s excited

When you’re on the verge of tears he’s already crying

He is your favorite character’s number one supporter

He’s always going on and on with you about your interests

Because unlike the others, he manages to actually get into whatever it is you’re talking about and not just keep up

It’s honestly a skill of his

I feel like Pav also has special interests that he dives deep into

Deep deep

Same as you so you two get along well :D

He’s always looking for the newest content and sending it to you always

“Hey! They said the next episode would be released next Tuesday!! :DDD” “There’s a new theory for the last volume!”

It’d be cute if that’s how you met and became friends

You spend sleepovers diving into your shared and separate interests with eachother

You know what’d be funny?

If he also info dumps onto the villains he fights

Hear me out

Pav tying up a villain who tried to rob a place and just going

“Yeah, so me and my partner have a theory for why—“

And the villain is just like

Stfu??????

But they’d never say that because it’s Spider-Man

All in all, your number one hype man and best friend :]

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YA’LL I DID IT :DD

#i literally just sat down #opened tumblr #and boom #ya’ll #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #headcanon #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #gn reader #Love ya’ll<333 #spider-man across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gwen stacy x reader

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homicidal-slvt · 6 months

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"Sweetly Crimson"

MDNI

Inspired by @silverzoomies 'Monster Mash' (Please check out their writing- it's literally incredible)

Peter Maximoff x F!Reader

Vampire!Reader

Warnings: Blood, Possibly OOC Peter

You had grown rather close to the speedster, his playful demeanor dragged you in like a magnetic force. Sure- he was a bit much at times but it was quite cute.

He doesn't know your secret though and if you were being honest- part of you considered never telling him. How would he react?

You'd certainly just die (again) if he were to freak out and leave you... You'd rather crawl into a coffin and never come out- classic vampire from movies mode activated.

Your poor speedy boy just doesn't get it- why do you never want to hang out at night time? It's like every single night you have other plans. He can't help but wonder what you're getting up to.

Curiosity killed the cat.... Well, clearly the cat wasn't fast enough, right?

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You feel as though you're going to literally starve- and you just might. You have been so busy lately that you carelessly forgot you needed more packs of blood... You aren't about to go out and feed from some random person like a monster! Plus, who knows what diseases they might have... Ew. No way you're chomping on that.

Little did you know that Peter was going to be paying you a surprise visit, several thoughts running through his head at warp speed... He swears his skull is just a jar full of especially spastic bees.

This is a bad idea.

A more rational voice chimes in within Peter's mind, however he figures it's too late to turn back now... Just let's see if you're home, right? I mean... Not like you're doin' some freaky shit- right?

Without anymore thought his hand makes contact with the wood of your door, met with such an eerie silence that all he can hear is the chirping of crickets. He glances around your home and notices the faint glow of a lamp through the window...

"Hey, babe? Ya home?"

Weird... Felt like a chill just crawled up his spine.

Meanwhile you're crouched in the kitchen having hunger pains, hearing Peter's voice creates an internal battle of your own.

He can't see you like this... No... But- you're so hungry... And he always smells so sweet...

A few more knocks and you can't take it, feet carrying you before logical sense can kick in and tell you to stay away. Peter looks a bit startled when you open the door to let him in, his deep brown eyes widening slightly, silvery hair caught in the glow of the nearby street lamp. Woah, he didn't even hear your footfalls as you came to the door. Kinda creepy.

"Uh... Are ya alright? You look a bit under the weather there..."

"I'm fine. Come in."

He does not like how you're looking at him, the way your eyes keep fixating on the side of his neck, it looks like you're about to make a meal out of him... And not in the kinky way.

But- you're his friend. So, even with your concerning behavior he still decides to come in. Your house looks pretty normal, a few decorations here and there...

"Peter, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah? What is it? Don't tell me you're pregnant or somethin'."

He tries to lighten the mood with a joke, you always love his sense of humor or out place comments... Even when they sometimes don't fully make sense. However for once his joke falls flat- like totally crashed and burned.

He swallows nervously locking eyes with you, that same chill crawling up his spine again.... He could just make a break for it, y'know... But what kind of friend would he be if he ditched you like that? After coming here at night unannounced? Dick move.

"I'm a vampire."

You just went for it- deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be easier. He just kinda stands there and stares at you before laughing a bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets... It's October. Of course this is all just some silly prank to scare him!!! You probably decided to do this after he showed up at night like a weirdo.

"Very funny... Ya almost got me! I'm a little too quick for that though-"

"I'm not kidding."

"C'mon- just..."

He trails off while searching your expression and you seem completely serious... However he's just not buying it.

"Okay then... How come ya can come out during the day?"

"That's just an old tale..."

You sigh while gazing into his skeptical eyes, Peter would believe a lot of things but this just was not one of them. There's no way in hell his friend is a vampire!!! How could you hide something like that???

"Do you want me to prove it?"

This gains his interest slightly and you open your mouth, canines sharpened into obvious fangs. He leans back a bit with a baffled expression.

"Nah... No way. Those cannot be real."

You're starving and having to deal with Peter... Great. Why couldn't you have just not opened the door? Pretended to be asleep?

"Do you want me to fuckin' bite you?!?"

A long silence hangs in the air and that sweetness finds its way to your nose again, the temptation that dragged you to the door to begin with. You can't do that to him...

Saliva pools in your mouth and your pupils visibly dilate, you try to redirect your attention but he simply moves in closer.

"Ya mean it, don't you...? You're a vampire?"

There's a hesitant nod and you feel his hand gently brush against your face, guiding you to look up at him and meet his gaze, you can see there's so many questions lurking...

"Ya drink blood...? Gross."

Ah yes... Thanks, Peter. We were having a moment.

"Wow, dude."

You huff and lightly swat his hand and he chuckles a bit, he was a bit bothered at first by the fact you hadn't told him and all that but... He can kinda see why you'd keep it a secret. It's a big deal.

"I mean- come on. Suckin' on people like human juice boxes is kinda gross, babe."

"For your information I don't drink from people. I get blood bags."

That... Just raised so many more questions...

"But I ran out and I'm kinda starving..."

"Wait, wait, wait... Are ya actually askin' to take a bite outta me??? I guess if ya really need too..."

He trails off slightly and he's clearly uncertain about the whole thing, he doesn't exactly like the idea of getting drained like a big live smoothie.

"It won't be that bad... I promise..."

He smells so sweet...

You close in on him and he quickly moves out his hands, he could so easily just dart away and there would be no way for you to catch up but... He just can't do that to you. His hands hover over your sides and he prepares himself.

A slight sting meets his skin as your fangs sink into his neck... Oh crap... He should've asked if this would turn him. Wait- could you drain him dry??? Oh shit why didn't he think this through-

His mind speed runs several worse case scenarios before finally a different sensation sets in, it actually starts to feel kind of good... Your mouth latched onto his warm skin, feeling the thick liquid meet your tongue and the soft vibration of Peter's contented hum.

He tastes so much better than any other blood you've ever had, like crimson candy flowing down your throat. You're dragged back to reality though as you feel him begin to slump back against the wall, quickly you retract your fangs and pull away.

"Shit... Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Yeah. I've lost more blood than that before, don't worry bout' it."

You snort out a soft chuckle at his little grin, still a bit of concern lingers in your eyes though. He raises his hand touching the fang marks on his neck, a flicker of wonder in his eyes.

"So, did I taste good?"

"Gross."

"Aw, c'mon..."

{I know the ending is abrupt and not good but I tried.}

{More Content}

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x f!reader #peter maximoff x you #vee's various works

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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Hey I was wondering if I could request a ted fic.

I've just gone through a heavy breakup and I need some ted comfort to help.

All I have from my partner is a pin they gave me and a jumper they made for me when we first got together.

Our relationship ended after 2 and a bit years.

That doesn't have to be encorperated into it but yeah.

I'm so sorry to hear you're going through this and I'm going to do my damndest to give you some Ted comfort. I know he'd be there for you. So let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All comfort

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You sat in the dim press room at Nelson Road, staring at the wall.

Your thoughts were racing. Your brain felt like a blank slate, void of emotion except for a heaviness in your heart.

Ted Lasso was walking by, hands in his pockets, when he peeked in and saw you.

"Y/N?" he asked quietly, knocking on the doorframe with two knuckles. "You OK?"

Your eyes cast down and you shake your head.

Ted approaches slowly, taking a seat next to you.

"May I?"

You nod.

Your hands are rubbing together at the palms, fighting the feelings and the tears. Ted grabs your hand and holds it.

"It's OK."

You let a few tears fall and nod your head.

"My relationship ended. Two years. I've been going through... a lot," you start, your eyes cast down. Ted's eyes watch you worriedly.

"It just hurts, that loss. That change."

Ted nods.

"I just got through a divorce," he adds solemnly. You can hear the pain in his voice. "My little boy is across the ocean and I'm here. And my wife is...gone."

"I'm so sorry, Ted," you offer, your teary eyes looking into his now, big and dark hazel. Kind and full of care.

"I'm sorry, too," he says, squeezing your hand.

"You're more than just that relationship, you know," he adds. "You're one of the most incredible people walking these halls. You're a good person. I'm proud to know ya."

You muster a smile at this.

"Honest. I ain't sure what happened, and you don't gotta tell me, but know we're all here for ya. I'm here for ya..."

You smile a little more.

"Thank you, Ted," you murmur.

Ted puts an arm around you and lets you lean into his shoulder and chest. His soft sweater and woodsy cologne are such a comfort right now. His thumb rubs your shoulder.

"It hurts, it's gonna hurt," he says quietly. "It hurts for me, too. But y'know, with the love of our friends and family here, it makes it a little easier every day."

You sigh at his calming words.

"And I look back on my marriage and even if it ended, I learned a lot about myself. I'm still learning about myself," he says quietly, leaning his lips over the crown of your head. "You'll come out on the other side learning new things about you, too."

"Thank you, Ted."

He smiles and has a breathy chuckle.

"Don't gotta thank me," he whispers. "I've got ya. I'm happy to help. I care about ya."

You look up at his face and he smiles.

"Whatcha got goin' on tonight?" he asks gently, his eyes kind and looking into yours.

"Not a damn thing," you answer.

"Why don't ya come out with us? Beard and me are goin' to the Pub. Some others may join us. You can watch the Boss wail on the karaoke machine. Roy always has some slew of curse words to spill about this or the other..."

You laugh at that, because he's right.

"C'mon out. I can't promise it'll fix it all, but we'll be happy to pick you up and help you through this. I promise."

"That sounds nice."

A beat of silence goes on.

"I don't wanna keep you, Ted, if you've got stuff to do."

Ted shakes his head.

"Naw, I'm free. The team's doing drills with Beard. I've got time, especially for you," he says, squeezing you closer. You close your eyes for a moment and soak in the feeling of Ted's care and consideration.

He's right - you will be OK. In time. With the love and support of your friends and found family.

Ted sees the best in everyone, and he doesn't hold back when he wants you to know.

And you know he sees the best in you, too.

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I hope this finds you well, sending you lots of hugs and good vibes as you move through this. I hope this was some comfort, but most importantly, i hope you find ways to care for yourself! Take your time. Be good to yourself. Take care, friend.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso comfort

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freakadr0id · 11 months

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Rewatching Season 4 and Talking About Tang to Avoid Losing My Mind Over the Special

Welp, now that I have some free time and I'm finally back home, it's the perfect time for me to obsess over LMK again. That being said, I'm not going to talk about the Chinese release of the special as I'm waiting for the full English release (I've been spoiled on things, but I still haven't seen it).

Instead, I'm going to watch through season 4 again since it's been a while. It’s just a silly little thing I like to do during hiatus and such. Oh, and I really only talk about Tang because he doesn’t get enough love and, well, I have a brand to maintain.

So, let's start with Episode 2 - New Adventures:

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Getting a bit full of yourself there, aren’t ya, glowy boy? Geez, you make an insanely strong power-up sigil that covers half the globe one time, and suddenly, you think you're all that.

...Okay, maybe his overconfidence is a little bit justified. Only a little bit, though, since the last time he was this full of himself was, well… *looks at Dumpling Destruction*

On a side note, it's interesting how Sandy says "newfound powers" since that implies a relatively short timespan between seasons 3 and 4. My guess is around 1-2 months, but I honestly don't know.

At least Tang has Pigsy to bring him down to Earth. Nice to see a bit of their salty/sassy banter back again.

I've mentioned this gif before but Idk I still love it. Mei totally goes full Ash Ketchem and just throws him out there. I asked a while back which Pokemon Tang would be and some people replied with Ninjask, a Cicada inspired Pokemon, which yeah. 10/10, A+ pick.

Oh nooooooo Tang... I love you, but noooooooo *More Dumpling Destruction Flashbacks*

Told ya. Hubris gets you nowhere.

Talk about being in the shadow of your former self, am I right?

I never turned on subtitles for this scene before so I had no idea what ink Tang Sanzang said up until this rewatch. Now that I know what he says, this line is SUPER interesting if you ask me.

This line stands out as it doesn't seem to be feeding directly into his insecurities, as is the case with every other ink creature encounter we see. Instead, it seems like a confirmation of Tang's arc throughout the season. Tang can't use his powers here because he has more to learn, both with his powers and as a character, and this is the writers deliberately saying as much. Yeah, Tang's journey isn't complete, and the audience, and perhaps, Tang himself, knows it.

Yeah, I'm cheating here since it doesn't really have Tang in it, but it doesn't matter because it's still Tang's glasses -plus this is just a darn good shot. It's so quick, but it does a great job of establishing a feeling of dread and tension in this scene. It definitely got me the first time I saw it. It's on-screen for only a second, but damn if it isn't effective.

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Not a ton of Tang in this episode, but that's okay because it still does a TON of legwork in setting the foundation for his character arc this season.

To be honest, I didn't mean to mention Dumpling Destruction that much in this post but that's really what came to mind the first time I saw this episode. And honestly? I think that was completely intentional on the writers' part.

Tang was horrendously overconfident and, one could argue, arrogant in Dumpling Destruction. He was undeniably annoying at times (to put it in the kindest way possible) and even I, who absolutely adores his character, has a hard time watching Dumpling Destruction because of that. I get a similar feeling watching Tang in this episode, but that isn't a bad thing this time.

Despite my dislike of Tang's arrogance and his (often) unfounded overconfidence, I'm glad it came back in full force this episode. After season 3, I was a little worried that was all we'd get for Tang's character development. We saw almost none of his arrogance in season 3, which, along with the exploration of his insecurities, made it seem that they just wanted to ignore those character flaws tat were more prevalent in earlier episodes. It seems silly in hindsight, as it's clear that season 3 merely kickstarted his arc and wasn't a completion of it.

This episode was precisely what Tang needed for his character development. Despite expanding his character in season 3, his character flaws are still very much there at the start of season 4. He has yet to overcome his flaws and shortcomings at this point in the show, but without a reason to change, he never will. So how do you develop a character rife with overconfident and occasionally arrogant tendencies? Humble the hell out of them, of course. Unfortunately, he needed to be brought down to Earth before he could build himself back up, and that's just what the writers did in this episode.

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Ha! Didn't expect a rant at the end of this, did ya? Yeah, neither did I. Sorry about that.

I'll do the rest of the season soon, especially with how Tang-heavy the next couple episodes are.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk tang #lego monkie kid tang #I guess you could say it's a little bit of an analysis too #but eh idk #tang is so cringe sometimes #gotta love him for it though #I know I do #goofy nerd boy just tries his best #4x02

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its-the-val-pal · 8 months

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Prompt #4: Off the Hook

Val's first order of business upon taking his leave (or, what he now dubbed, Funemployment) was to Climb That Really Big Fucking Thing. What was that thing? A mountain. Where was it? Who knew! He barely knew where he was half the time anyway, and didn't really care to keep track of such things outside of the bare necessities: Was there food nearby? Was there water? Could he sleep without worrying about being attacked? If all of those boxes were checked then the Seeker entered into what was known as "Care-free 'qote" mode. Take it one day at a time and just enjoy oneself, hedonistic as he was known to be.

It had grown dark by the time the Seeker neared the top, and with nightfall also came the cold. It was no surprise that the Seeker survived as long as he had thanks to his skills, but he'd be remiss if he didn't also acknowledge the great deal of luck that also came with it. This luck seemed to extend to tonight, where the gentle bubbling of a hot spring could be heard as he wandered up a trail. Never one to avoid such pleasures, the Seeker quickly undressed and settled himself inside.

It was dark, with only the faint light of the moon above and the various stars in the sky to illuminate his surroundings. And the Seeker was so caught up in his own relaxation that he didn't notice the other in the spring with him. He didn't notice how they'd sank into the water until only their nose and piercing, blue eyes poked above water. And he certainly didn't notice that obscured figure wading towards him, closer and closer. Watching. Judging. Until, finally, the creature lifted just enough to bring its mouth above the surface.

"Val."

The Seeker's ears gave a little twitch at the sound of the familiar voice and quickly homed in on its location. ..Directly in front of him. He squinted, just barely able to make out the woman's familiar features. That dark hair. Those beautiful dark, piercing eyes. Those lusciously full lips. Lips he'd missed for quite some time now, if he was being honest with himself.

"Shadiyah. ..Assumin' you are Shadiyah."

Her presence alone was enough to force him to sit up from his relaxed state. "..How much do ya hate me right now? An' what can I do t'make everything up to ya? Aside from lettin' myself be thrown off th'cliffside. It's beautiful up here, yeah? An' I would hate t'ruin the night by dyin'. ..Or causin' a fight. If you are Shadiyah, that is. An' if your not an' you're like, some secret monster what's about t'eat me. Can we not? Maybe? An' just let me relax? I promise I prolly don't taste that good."

The Maybe-Shadiyah peered back at him. What were the chances of the two casually picking the same spot on the same night in the middle of nowhere with no forethought put into it at all? It was just her horrible luck, really. Or the gods above loved to play little tricks on them (PS: We do).

"Fine," she finally stated, huffing out an agitated sigh. "You stay on your side of the hot sprrring. I stay on mine." There was a decisive element to the tone of her voice, and there would be absolutely no room for argument. But as she turned to take her leave, she didn't expect the sensation of his hand wrapped about her wrist.

"Wait, listen. Shadiyah. Look. I have.. a lot to apologize t'you about. I shouldn't have let you walk outta that room that night. I should'a stuck to you. I should'a... I should'a done a lot of things differently, quite honestly. That's why I'm out here. Tryna figure out.. who I am an' who I wanna be. An'.. honestly? I've found that I miss ya. A lot. Don't.. don't go over there? Stay here? Let's talk some, yeah?"

Much to her dismay, the Keeper found herself turning to look at him. And, despite herself, she sank down low into the water until only those sparkling blue eyes remained, peering up at him expectantly.

"Fact is," Val continued, "I was hurt. I am hurt. Hurting. An' in pain. An' I've been spreading that hurt an' pain to everyone around me since. I'm.. out here tryna find a way to stop that. To fix it. To just.. enjoy myself. Even without th'Princess in my life. ..I thought. I thought it didn't matter if she wasn't there. That nothin' mattered. But truth is, it does. You do. An' I should'a never turned you away. I just.. Idunno why we're here together. Whoever controls us must be a couple'a sadistic fucks (PS: We are). But th'fact is, we're here. An' while you're here wi' me, I wanna take th'time to apologize t'you however I can. If you'll let me."

Shadiyah remained within her safety puddle while she considered the words. Then, carefully, she rose out of the water just enough to uncover her mouth. "It is fine. It was stupid of me to think I could be enough for someone. Especially someone to whom I cannot gi--"

She suddenly found herself being tugged forward by the Seeker, his hand still on her wrist.

"No," Val interrupted. "You are. You're more than enough. I just.."

He was never good with words. It's a large part of why he often kept silent outside of his Grand Scheme of making everyone around him think he was an idiot. And, make no mistake, he was absolutely a dumbass. But it was much easier when he could control the narrative. Here, however, he found himself at a loss of doing either. And so he just told her what he knew to be true.

"You're right. I don't have all of you. I want all of you, but I don't expect you t'give it to me. But.. that doesn't stop me from missin' ya. Or wantin' t'be with ya again. Or needing you, like I do now. Wantin' t'hold you. Kiss you. Make you mine."

As he spoke, he gently eased her closer to him and the woman found herself quietly accepting. He was surprised to find that she allowed him the blessing of brushing his fingers over one striped cheek. And the honor of letting his arms find themselves around her; the sensation of their bare skin against one another. And she reciprocated, leaning back into him in return and resting her head against his chest.

"Kiss me, them," she whispered softly. "Make me yours."

And he did.

#val nunh #ffxiv #val covington #ffxiv rp #balmung #balmung rp #ffxiv oc #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 year

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Hello Darling - Part six

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 5

Warning: swearing, implied smut

Summary: everything comes full circle for Negan and Raven

A/N: I had a ball of a time bringing this story to life, thank to @ravenrose18 for giving the opportunity tell your story 💖

song - Hold me while you wait by Lewis Capaldi

It took some time and a lot of hard work... and hard work it was. But eventually Raven managed to get some sort of a compromise between the Sanctuary and the other communities.

Rick and the others didn’t trust Negan, but they trusted Raven and they knew in order to secure the safety and future of their people; they had to do whatever was needed to do so, even if it meant working alongside the devil himself.

“Still can’t believe you made all of this possible” Rick remarks as they watched Saviors alongside members of Alexandria exchanging loads of supplies.

“You’re beginning to sound like Negan” Raven chuckles softly as Rick side-eyed her with a scoff.

“He mentioned something similar to me a few days ago while inspecting the gardens at the Sanctuary. To be honest, I'm just glad that any more unnecessary bloodshed was prevented.”

“You and me both” Rick nods in agreement.

“To be honest, it still pisses me off sometimes that we have to work with that asshole.”

“Why do you think I’m present for the exchanges instead of him” Raven comments.

“It’s better to be working with him instead of working for him, don’t you think?”

“You’re right...” Rick sighs out.

“Just wish that the start to this hadn’t happened the way it did.”

“You and I both” Raven agrees with a sigh of her own.

“How’s Maggie taking it?”

“She ain’t that happy about any of this” Rick replies.

“Still wants Negan dead more than anything, I’m trying my best to get her to understand why we’re doing this. Talked about possibly leaving, it’s just too much for her.”

“I understand” Raven nods.

“That’s why I thought it better to do Hilltop’s exchanges here as well. The less she’s around the Saviors, the better.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe she’ll ever come around on this arrangement” Rick comments.

“He regrets it” Raven responds.

“If he had known she was pregnant, he never would have killed Glenn. I regret it too... If I had been with, then I could have stopped it.”

“Ain’t know use in thinking of what ifs” Rick remarks.

“We made the decision to attack that outpost, and now we have to live with the consequences. By the way, thank you for bringing Daryl back.”

“Least I could do to make things right” Raven shrugs in response.

Rick places a hand on her shoulder then.

“Even so, thank you...”

“Thank you...” Negan remarks placing a kiss to the side of Raven’s hair as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“For what?” Raven asks, tilting her head up to look at him.

Negan points a hand out at the expansion of the Sanctuary in front of them.

“For making all of this possible, for creating and keeping the peace.”

“It was nothing...” Raven shrugs in response.

“Nothing?” Negan scoffs.

“You prevented a bloodbath on both sides. United communities together that were once enemies.”

“I did what anyone else would have done” Raven comments.

“No, they wouldn’t” Negan responds.

“This day and age, people are selfish; only thinking about the here-and-now, not about the future. I was guilty of it myself.”

“I’ll take the recognition then” Raven smiles faintly in response.

“C’mon... have something to show ya.”

“What is it?” Raven enquires as Negan led her to his bedroom.

Negan shakes his head at her.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Ok, fine...” Raven rolls her eyes with a faint smirk.\

I’m waiting up, saving all my precious time

Losing light, I'm missing my same old us

Before we learned our truth too late

Resigned to fate, fading away

“No way...!” Raven gasped out in surprise at the romantic scene laid out in front of her.

“Hope ya like it?” Negan sheepishly remarks.

“I love it!” Raven exclaims excitedly, turning around to fling herself at him.

“You even remembered my favourite song...”

“It was the last song we danced to...” Negan comments staring down at the ground shyly.

“I’m surprised you remembered that night” Raven remarks, attempting to get him to look her in the eye.

“It was the last happy moment we had before shit went sideways” Negan finally looks up with teary eyes.

“Negan...” Raven cups his face in the palm of her hands, wiping away the tears with her thumbs.

“Don’t do that. Remember what we agreed on?”

Negan nods as she holds his gaze on her.

“Concentrate on the here and now, not the past.”

Linking her arms around the back of his neck, Raven gently smiles at him.

“How about a dance?”

So, tell me, can you turn around?

I need someone to tear me down

Oh, tell me, can you turn around?

But either way

Hold me while you wait

I wish that I was good enough (Hold me while you wait)

If only I could wake you up (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

“I can’t believe you actually have this song...” Raven comments as she rested her head on Negan’s chest while they slowly danced to it.

“It was one of the only two things I had left to remember you by” Negan utters against her hair as he placed a kiss into it.

“Our tattoo?” Raven mutters staring up into his eyes then.

“Our tattoo...” Negan returns the stare with a head nod.

“I want to see it” Raven murmurs out then.

Without a word, Negan lets go of her then; taking a step back, he removes his jacket.

“Take the shirt off” Raven instructs him.

Silently staring down at her through his lashes, Negan slowly removes his shirt as well.

Silently stepping forward, Raven reached to stroke the tattoo on his outer bicep; their tattoo, the matching rose and raven tattoo they both had.

Negan remained deathly still as he silently eyed her next move, nearly choking on his own spit when Raven places a soft kiss onto the tattoo.

Tell me more, tell me something I don’t know

Did we come close to having it all?

If you’re gonna waste my time

Let's waste it right

I wish that I was good enough (Hole me while you wait)

If only I could wake you up (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

With an almost devilish smirk, Raven reaches to remove her shirt but Negan halts her with his own hands.

“Are you sure...?”

After months of taking things slowly between the two of them, she felt that now was the right time to take the next step in their relationship.

“Yes...” Raven utters out, reaching up to cup his cheek.

With lust filled eyes, Negan stares down at the hand he still had on her shirt.

“May I?”

Biting into her lip, Raven silently nods.

I wish you cared a little more (Hold me while you wait)

I wish you’d told me this before (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

Removing Raven’s shirt, the first thing that Negan’s eyes land on was their matching tattoo. Kneeling, almost trance like; he gently traces the lines of the tattoo, pressing a soft kiss to it.

Gasping out softly, Raven tilts her head back, grabbing hold of Negan’s hair as he continues trailing kisses along the contours of her torso.

Taking it as a sign to continue, Negan unbuttons her pants, slowly peeling them down her legs while pressing kisses against the exposed skin.

Stepping out of her shoes and pants, Raven gently tugged at Negan’s hair to get him to stand. The two stood silently staring into each other’s eyes for a few minutes until Raven wrapped her arms around Negan’s neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“You’re overdressed” Raven remarks after breaking the kiss.

“Guess I am” Negan flashes her a dimpled smirk.

With an eagerness, Raven makes herself comfortable upon the bed as she watched Negan remove his clothing.

“You liking the show?” Negan snickers out at Raven clapping her hands when he had removed his pants.

“Been awhile since I’ve had a strip show, so yeah, I’m enjoying myself” Raven giggled.

“Lil minx...” Negan growled, making his way onto the bed.

Raven’s giggles are instantly cut short when Negan grips hold of her legs, dragging her underneath his body with a strong tug.

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

Is it true? My faith is shaken, but I still believe

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

So won’t you stay a while?

“She knew” Negan utters out into the quiet room.

Lifting her head from his chest, Raven furrows her brow in confusion.

“Lucille...” Negan answers her silent question.

“She knew about the strong bond you and I had. I think she knew it all along.”

“Knew what?”

“That we loved each other more than just being friends” Negan responds.

“I never gave any indication for her to think so” Raven murmurs apologetically at the thought of having hurt Lucille in anyway.

“Neither did I...” Negan faintly smiles, stroking her cheek lovingly.

“But she knew, and she knew we would never betray her in any way or form. That’s why she made me make that promise...”

“What promise?” Raven sets up in confusion.

“She wanted me to move on with my life after she died, wanted me to have a second chance at love... with you.”

“What...?” Raven stared at him open mouthed.

“She was so pissed at me for not having gone to find you when the outbreak happened. Said I was blowing my second chance at happiness.”

“It would only be Lucille to be mad at you for that...” Raven giggled shaking her head at the thought.

“That what I loved about her most” Negan nodded, laughing as well.

“I loved her for that too” Raven smiled in agreement.

“She was always the reasonable one between the three of us.”

“The wises too it seems” Negan chuckled in agreement.

“In some way I feel like she’s behind me finding you again. She guided us back to each other.”

“I think so too” Raven smiled at him.

Negan smiles in response, gently brushing the hair out of her face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Negan” Raven smiled back at him.

“We never got to dinner” Raven giggled staring at the table that had been laid out in the center of the room.

Tipping down, Negan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Sleep baby, it’s fine, tomorrow’s another day.”

Stay a while (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while?...

“Lucy Smith, get your butt in this house this instant!” Raven yelled at her six-year-old daughter.

“But Mama...” the little girl groaned in displeasure at her mother’s orders.

Raven shoots her a silent warning, and finally the little girl departs from her friends to make her way over.

“Did you teach your little brother a swear word?” Raven enquires.

Folding her arms behind her back, Lucy innocently rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“And what word would that be Mama...?”

“Don’t be a smartass” Raven scolds her.

“Who’s swearing now...?” Lucy innocently scoffs at her mother’s words.

“Says the one that taught her three-year-old brother the word ‘fuck-face’...?”

“I leant it from Papa...” Lucy shrugs with an innocent grin.

“I warned your father about that” Raven frowns in displeasure.

“Warned me about what?” a raspy voice boomed through the living-room.

“Your ‘sweet angel’ of a daughter taught our three-year-old a swear word” Raven turned around to shoot daggers at her husband.

“No shit...?” Negan remarks with a shit-eating grin.

“What word?”

“Negan!” Raven gasps out in annoyance.

“Sorry baby...” Negan grins sheepishly at her.

“Fuck-face” Lucy answers nonchalantly.

“Oh, that’s a good one” Negan giggles at his daughter’s remark.

“I give up!” Raven sighs, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Aw... c’mon Mama... don’t be like that...” Negan stalks her with an apologetic smirk.

“I know the dead walks the earth, but I would still like our children to have some manners” Raven pouts in displeasure.

“They have half my DNA...” Negan wraps his arms around her with a chuckle.

“What did you expect?”

“That my half would provide them with manners” Raven grumbles.

“Sorry baby...” Negan flashes her a sheepish grin.

“Can’t stay mad at you now, can I?” Raven mumbles staring deep into his eyes.

“Nope” Negan snickers, tipping down to capture her lips in a kiss.

“Love you...”

“Love you too” Raven responds breathlessly.

“I love you both!” a voice suddenly pipes in.

Remembering the presence of their daughter, Negan and Raven both chuckles out at her remark as Negan picked her up into his arms.

“We love you too, baby-girl" Raven and Negan smiles, each pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Raven couldn’t be happier with the way things had worked out; she had managed to bring the communities together, managed to stop Negan’s tyrant behavior, and managed to build a stronger, better Sanctuary along with him.

Negan and she had two beautiful children together, and together they would watch them grow to become remarkable beings in the new world their parents had built for them.

It seemed that Lucille had been right all along; Negan and Raven were meant for each other and because of her, they got a second chance at love.

#twd negan #twdfanfic #twdlovestory #negan x oc #negan smith #The Walking Dead #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #negan

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hey, contrats for the 200 followers !! how are u ? uhm is it possible for a mammon fluff with S ??

I’m doing well! Better once I get these last few prompts finished😌 I’d write anything for Mammon so of course!

Prompt: S- Stars

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

You had been feeling a little homesick recently, missing your favorite restaurants, stores and places to hang out back in the human world, and the change in your mood had not gone unnoticed by the brothers. They could tell something was off, you had become more reserved and less excited about things you normally loved to do, your happiness has always been their top priority.

Lucifer had found you in the library reading by yourself, he informed you that Lord Diavolo was granting you a three day trip back home, he also mentioned that Diavolo was allowing you to take one of the brothers along. You knew instantly which one you wanted to take, the two of you had talked about it a million times, you started planning the perfect trip.

You had tried to keep a secret but the minute you saw him in the hall you had spilled the beans. Mammon looked like you’d just offered him 2 million grimm, after the initial shock dispersed he immediately started asking questions, he wanted to know everything you had planned.

Lord Diavolo had been generous enough to reserve a room for the two of you at a local hotel, though you didn’t spend much time there, all three days had been spent running around and exploring.

You took Mammon to all your favorite places, had him try all your favorite foods, and at night while the two of you were sprawled out on the bed trying to recuperate you showed him all your favorite late night tv shows.

Mammon enjoyed every second of the trip, although he had lied when you asked what his favorite thing so far was because the truth was too embarrassing, the thing he enjoyed above all else during your visit was seeing how happy you looked.

You took the time to explain everything new to him, you were so full of passion as you did, you were finally out of that funk you had been in for so long and it hurt him a little bit if he was honest.

He always thought you were happy in the Devildom with him and his brothers, but seeing you now? He knew this was you being truly happy. He did his best to suppress the thought of you wanting to stay here and not go back, he tried instead to just focus on the newest activity you had roped him into.

The end of your third day arrived and you were overjoyed with how much you had been able to see and do during your trip. You felt so much better after spending some time back home but there was still one more thing you wanted to do with Mammon while you were here.

“Here, catch!”

Mammon flinched but caught the object you threw at him, he stared down at it in confusion.

“Car keys? What are these for?”

“You can drive right?” You were beaming from ear to ear, barely able to contain your excitement.

“Yeah….why? What’s your game?” He asked cautiously.

“No game! I just want to go do one last thing tonight and I need you to drive us there! I promise it’ll be worth it!” Mammon saw the joy in your eyes and he wanted to tell you no, afraid that this last activity would be the thing that made you want to stay here without him, but damn you made it hard to say no.

10 o’clock rolled around and the two of you hopped in the rental car and took off for your final spot, you been so secretive about where the two of you were headed, Mammon couldn’t help but wonder where exactly you were making him go.

You played all your favorite songs for him on the way, after about thirty minutes of driving you told him to stop, he parked the car and still couldn’t figure out what was so special.

“I don’t get it. Ya had me drive us out into the middle of nowhere, it’s just an empty field with some trees, what could possibly be fun about this?”

“You’ll see!” You grinned and jumped out of the car “Hurry up!” You commanded before shutting the passenger side door.

Mammon sighed and got out of the car, you were already seated on the hood and rapidly patting the spot next to you, you’d be the death of him one day with how cute you looked all the time. He took his spot next to you

“Okay…now what oh wise human, when does the fun start” He teased.

“Look up.” Your eyes were locked on him, a smile still glued to your face, waiting for him to do so.

The Avatar of Greed looked up into the night sky and for the first time in centuries was at a loss for words. Above the two of you, in the inky black sky, hung the most beautiful crescent moon he had seen and scattered around it for miles on end were thousands of bright shining stars.

“I always loved looking at the stars before I went to the Devildom, I figured you might enjoy this too!.” You had hoped Mammon would be excited to lay out under the stars with you, instead he seemed rather glum.

“What’s wrong?” You tilted your head a little to get a better view of his face. “Don’t wanna go back to your brothers tomorrow?” You joked.

“Nah, ‘s not that.” Mammon flashed a tiny smile before looking down at his lap “It’s just…ya been so happy the last few days, and I get why, the Devildom doesn’t have any of these things…I mean, the stars alone are enough to make someone wanna stay here.”

He was always terrible at expressing his true feelings but you had learned how to read between the lines with him. You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his, causing the greedy demon to jump.

“Mams, do you know why I’ve been so happy here? It’s not because I want to stay or that I’m happier up here. It’s because I finally got to do some of the things I missed and I got to do them with you!” Even under the night sky Mammon couldn’t hide his blush, he avoided looking at you but hooked one of your fingers with his own.

“Course ya had more fun with me around, but ain’t ya gonna miss how pretty the sky looks like this? Stars don’t exist in the Devildom.”

“Maybe not,” you kissed his cheek gently, interlocked your fingers in his entirely, and rested your head on his shoulder. “But the Devildom has you…and you’re the only star I need.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me mc #omswd mammon #om! mammon #obey me mammon x gn!reader #mammon fluff #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon fluff #kats 200+ event #mammon stans come get your dinner

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sophieswundergarten · 7 months

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Chapter 20 of S.O.S.

I don't even know anymore

@nobodysdaydreams Here ya go

ALRIGHT LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I AM BOTH EXCITED AND TERRIFIED

WHOOOO!!!!!!!!!

First off, love the title, and it’s making me a little nervous because now I’m thinking about Chapter 1 being titled “The Price of Admission”

Oh dear. The way you describe the feeling and emotions and just overall sensations of what Constance is experiencing is already punching me in the heart

(Though the intro bit with Jeffer was quite funny)

THEY BOTH THINK IT’S LIKE WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. BUT THE ONLY THING STOPPING THAT FROM BEING REAL IS THAT NEITHER OF THEM LIKE THEMSELVES ENOUGH TO BE HONEST AND VULNERABLE. UNBELIEVABLE. I AM ALREADY CHEWING DRYWALL. MASTICATING.

Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh

You added to it. He hasn’t forgotten that Nathaniel is hurting people, he just thinks that he finally got through to him. Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :(

“The whole world felt so sunny. So vibrant. So full of humor and amusement. Had it always been this whimsically delightful? It must have been, but Nicholas felt as if he was seeing it for the first time. There was beauty everywhere. There was happiness everywhere. Nothing was too loud, nothing was too overwhelming, nothing was too anxiety provoking. For the first time in Nicholas’ life, everything in the world felt “just right”, and it was completely effortless.”

THIS IS A REALLY WELL-WRITTEN PARAGRAPH. BUT IT’S HORRIBLY JARRING BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I ALSO FEEL AS “JUST RIGHT”, AND I ALREADY KNOW IT’S BAD. I WOULD FALL FOR THIS SO EASILY OH MY WORD ASFJDSJKFDKJ

“His friends might have left him, but he finally had his brother back. Perhaps they really could work together like they used to. It had been so long.”

BODS CAN YOU HOLD BACK FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS???? I AM WRITING OMINOUS STICKY NOTES AND PLACING THEM ON EVERY MIRROR YOU HAVE

OH. THAT’S WHY THERE’S A HYPHEN IN THE TITLE. ADSKJFDSHKJDSKJF

CONSIDER ANY STRING YOU OWN CONFISCATED

And you’re still calling him “Curtain”. He’s still calling himself “Curtain”. He doesn’t think he (deserves) is that name anymore. And yet he calls himself “Nathaniel” in Chapter 1. Hmmmmm

Also. Calling the fact that he “allows” Nicholas to call him his given name as a “luxury” is hysterical and very on-point. You are so, so good at writing Curtain :)

AHHHHHHH. THE CONFLICT IN POOR NICHOLAS’ BRAIN ABOUT HIS VARIOUS FAMILY MEMBERS

And then also Curtain continuing to not get it. Good gravy, man. PLEASE remember how to be a human being soon. You are hurting yourself so much :(

(And. Also. Like. Several thousand people, not least your own brother. But, still.)

NUMBER TWO!!!!!

Oh heavens. I feel very bad for her. But she did escape! (Kinda)

And then Milligan. I want to give him a hug.

YEAH

I LOVE THIS PART. BECAUSE JUST WHEN YOU THINK CHAOS AND STRIFE HAS BEFALLEN THE TEAM THEY GET IT BACK TOGETHER AND IT’S GREAT

“for some reason Milligan took personal offense at the implication that educators were incapable, though he could not explain why”

I LOVE HOW INSTEAD OF DENYING THAT SHE STOLE IT SHE’S JUST LIKE “I paid for it. And I left a beautifully hand-crafted thank you note.” IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT IT WASN’T FOR SALE IN THE FIRST PLACE JASHJJDKJHFD

She really is ready to be part of the team

(Why is one of the bars you have to pass, like, Neutral Good committing of crimes??? Ajsdkjds)

Marlon /derogatory

OH NO

OH NOW IT’S THAT BIT

“I don’t see the problem” And Marlon just decides that it’s fine. I Do Not Like Him

AND HE’S SO MEAN TO JACKSON AND JILLSON

OH BOY. AND YOU’VE BROUGHT BACK THE MARTINA BETRAYAL. I’M SO WORRIED ABOUT THAT. GIVE THESE KIDS A HUG

“Someone’s finally at the wheel and all you can do is naysay,” the officer observed, “You sound like a person who, frankly, would benefit from time in Dr. Curtain’s program. Compulsory or not.”

Oh yikes. There’s the wheel motif again, and also that sounds incredibly threatening. YOU WOULD THINK THIS WOULD TIP HER OFF TO GET OUT OF THERE

There’s something so sad about Rhonda being terrified when Number Two missed the check in and now she’s trying to call Rhonda and no one’s there :(

Adjfsdjfjdsjk

Miss Perumal trying to corral the children on the farm is a really entertaining mental image

OH. SHE’S TRYING TO CALL HER SISTER.

“You have reached the Two residence. We’re busy and aren’t available now or ever. Don’t expect an answer to your messages and don’t come to our house. We don’t want to buy anything, and we don’t want to meet any new people. Heaven knows you’d only abandon us just like everybody else and would probably try to steal from us too no doubt.”

“This answering machine is full. Please call back later.”

Yikes. Ajkdfjdsfjkdsf The Two family has some issues

(But very nice job on writing that. It’s incredible)

“Milligan heroically threw his helmet and jacket into the motorbike.”

…“heroically”?

Akjfhjkdfkjds Very good choice of word! It just makes me think of how overdramatic the cinematography got whenever it was focussed on Milligan

FOUND CRIME FAMILY. IT’S OKAY AS LONG AS YOU PAY PEOPLE BACK AND LEAVE THEM NICE NOTES. AKJLFDSJKD

Milligan is amazing

JEFFERS

HE COLLECTS RECEIPTS

I love our sad little guy

Oh no. Oh no. Nicholas’ thoughts are fascinating and you write them really really well but also it always makes me legitimately want to cry

OH YEAH. THEY HAVE THE SAME VOICE. THAT’S PROBABLY SUPER CREEPY

Oh. And Number Two’s all alone now. I know she isn’t really his daughter in the Show, but, still. To be abandoned in such a scary situation…

“He was using addict speech. Saying “I need to stay in my brother’s evil cult, not because of the addictive happiness he gave me, but because it’s crucial to our mission” was just another form of “I need to drink, not because I’m addicted, but because it helps my anxiety and is really better for me if you think about it.” There’s always a justification for anything, so long as your brain is smart enough to think of it and clever enough to trick yourself into believing it. And unfortunately, Number Two knew from experience that Mr. Benedict was very smart and very clever indeed.”

Yeah!! And we get to see another bit of Bods’ psychology brain! I’ve been waiting to see what you had to say about this. So, so many thoughts

And the little snips of what’s going on with Jackson and Jillson. It keeps building in increments, and I really have no idea what it’s going to build to with your writing but I have no doubt it’ll be spectacular

Poor Jeffers adsfjsdjk

He’s trying his best

AND THE WAY THAT THEY ALL CROSS PATHS IN SUCH A WAY THAT THEY JUST MISS ONE ANOTHER

MARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINA

I’m glad that the coaches appreciate her, but also understand that she’s working through a whole lot

(If only they knew how much…)

Ah, yes. Stealing, bribery, breaking and entering, fraud, all of those things are totally fine. Underage driving, however? Unacceptable

Garrison is trying her very best. (Unfortunately for her, that’s not good enough for Constance adjsd)

IS SHE REALLY FEELING BAD ABOUT THIS?????

Somehow that’s really sweet because she does care enough to notice things, but also SHE’S A TINY CHILD. IT’S NOT HER FAULT

Oh. Even without her snark, she wouldn’t be comforted by a lot of toys because of the bad memories she has attached to them. She doesn’t trust them :(

(I bet her family gives her a lot of unusual toys and puzzles, so she can view it as a challenge instead of being uncomfortable)

YOU DID THE THING AGAIN!!!!! YOU DID THE THING AND BROUGHT BACK THE SCENE WHERE THEY WERE ALL TALKING AND PLANNING!!!! I LOVE IT AND IT’S ALSO HEARTBREAKING. OH MY WORD THIS IS AWFUL AND I LOVE YOU

Oh good gravy. MILLIGAN.

The lot of them need to stop taking all the guilt in the world onto themselves. They are all so ridiculous

GARRISON NEEDS SOME HELP. IT’S NOT HER FAULT SHE’S VIOLENTLY UNCOMFORTABLY WITH CHILDREN

(Although I’d hazard a guess that her discomfort was seriously exacerbated after SQ’s parents died…)

“You need to choose better friends,” Constance suggested.”

YOU HAVE FORFEITED ALL RIGHTS TO YOUR CURTAIN RODS. I AM TAKING A SEAM RIPPER TO ALL OF YOUR PANT HEMS. YOUR WINDOWS HAVE BEEN HAPHAZARDLY COVERED IN BUTCHER’S PAPER AND SLOPPILY APPLIED DUCT TAPE

“Garrison frowned again. Kidnapping aside, there was no need for this child to be so rude.”

Garrison. You really would benefit from talking to another human being now and again (Or not have wiped your best years of social interactions from your brain)

““The ghost in the windmill. The dancer in the dark. You found a flaw,” said Garrison, spitting out the word “flaw” like it was filled with poison. “One that has kept me up every single night since and one that I can’t seem to replicate.””

HOW DO YOU WRITE SO PRETTY

AND ON TOP OF BEING REALLY FUNNY TOO

UM. DID GARRISON ACCIDENTALLY FORGET HER MORALS WHEN SHE STARTED LIVING IN A ROOT CELLAR? IS THIS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T HAVE CURTAIN ANYMORE? KIND OF LIKE A “He’s so obviously insane that I must be the sane one to keep us on track” ONLY NOW SHE’S ON HER OWN????

Someone give her a hug

Oh, oh PLEASE let Number Two get in a fight with Marlon. She’d beat him so hard. And he’d deserve it

“Everyone barged into his office sooner or later to demand an explanation for things, and even if Curtain had not gotten better and better at correctly estimating one’s breaking point, the security cameras he installed around the compound certainly helped.”

SDFKJDjkdsfkjdj BODS

Also, Curtain, buddy, if you’re the common denominator in all these instances of people bursting into your office then maybe you might be the problem

“By “thing” you mean relieving him of the constant grip of existential angst?” Oh yeah, I would fall for this whole cult thing so very fast. I’m already a goner

YEAH. YEAH, CURTAIN, IT’S KIND OF WEIRD THAT YOU GUYS SEEK OUT SIMILAR FRIENDS. IT’S ALMOST LIKE YOU’RE SIBLINGS. AND YOU MISS EACH OTHER.

She’s so incredibly angry and scared and hurting and just a tornado of emotions

And then Curtain’s just kinda. Sitting there. Placidly. (I would have snapped and punched him by now)

YOU BROUGHT BACK HER BOOK NAME!!!!!! I love you

SCREAMING SCREAMING CRYING

CAN YOU STOP TREATING HER LIKE A SUB-PAR GARRISON???? PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD REMEMBER THAT’S SHE’S A REAL HUMAN, YOU BUFFOON!!!!!!

Good job. Steal his plates. He deserves it. (Maybe go after his floorboards next…)

Is… Is Auguste okay? He didn’t ever freeze on-screen, but I am quite concerned about him…

OH MY WORD CURTAIN CAN YOU STOP USING CHILDREN AS CONDUITS I AM GOING TO SCREAM

Oh no….

The panic and turmoil and poor Nicholas is caught in the middle. He’d feel bad even normally, but now everything’s all confused too

“Here, Nicholas wasn’t a burden to his friends”

SCREAMING

I AM TEARING INTO YOUR PILLOWS WITH MY BARE TEETH

LOSING MY MIND

(I’ll sanitise the remains after, I promise)

MARLON IS SO TERRIBLE

And poor Jackson and Jillson are getting a lot more scared…

“He was also very agitated at the idea that Dr. Curtain’s happiness was the cause of this, not only because it put his position in jeopardy, but also because Marlon himself had taken the happiness. Obviously, he wasn’t in danger of succumbing to anything like this (he wasn’t nearly as mentally weak as Sebastian or Paula), but the implication that something like this even could happen to him was a prospect that Marlon found insulting.”

He just keeps getting worse and worse. I am so upset with him. I can’t even like that he’s an intriguing antagonist, he’s just awful. (Although I will concede that you write him incredibly well and I am quite appreciative of how much you make me hate him)

AND GARRISON

I KNOW SHE’S TECHNICALLY A VILLAIN/ANTAGONIST BUT SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER

“I hope y'all are ready”???

“I hope y'all are ready”????????

YOU HOPE WE’RE READY?????????

READY FOR WHAT??????? Oh my goodness. I— I just— I have no words. I am screeching. Bods, there are so, so many things that happened in this chapter. I am so shaken up. I feel like my insides were in a blender. It’s so exciting to see all of these plot points and hints and through lines and motifs that you’ve been laying out and I am just over the moon about everything. You have created a n o v e l, and it’s gorgeous. I am disintegrating. I can feel my molecules breaking up. I read a book once where a lady cried acidic material and when she started sobbing she just sunk into a hole in the floor and that’s what I’m feeling right now.

I think I need a nap. I don’t have any idea how to articulate this. Just know that you’ve done amazingly. Just. You are absolutely incredible, my friend. I can feel these characters living and breathing in the letterings and you somehow make it new and fresh material every time, no matter the fact that I’ve seen the show or how often I’ve reread your work. Each of the characters takes on such a vibrancy of life and independence under your guidance, and I adore getting to “meet” them and learn how they work in your narrative. Just stupendous

#Whooo #No clue what is even happening anymore #But I am so incredibly happy that I got on this in the beginning #Because I think I would have been overwhelmed if I had come across it now #And that would have taken me much much longer #s.o.s.

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