#this one is for my dear friend kat

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul _ Part 10 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9 — Part 10 (here)

You’re sure it didn’t take a second after Alastor heard the introduction to immediately grab Kat with his many black tendrils that appeared under Kat’s feet. Her high-pitch screams made you cover your ears and and squeeze your eyes shut. At your discomfort, Alastor had a tendril wrapped around her mouth

You watched while Alastor had that raging murderous smile on his face while his eyes turned back. He threw Kat from building to building, never letting go and giving her a moment to recover. You timed a good 10 minutes before you placed a hand on Alastor’s arm to snap him out of his rage

It was considerate of him to not personally deal with her because you were still near and you two were out in the open so anything could happen. Normally, he would have torn her limb from limb and chomped down on her flesh like a piece of meat. Now this was a new method of torture

At your touch, Alastor’s head snapped to you. You pointed to a spot on the side of your head and told him Kat was marked by Vox’s servant symbol, meaning the contract she was mentioning had been one with Vox. Alastor’s grin widened even more and gave one final throw into the ground, creating a crater before releasing her from his hold

Kat gasped and groaned, trying to get up but fell back down. Slowly, she crawled her way out of the crater and ended up at your feet. You watched her with distain and pity. You honestly can’t understand why she’d take Vox’s deal, she was taken advantage of, possibility due to her having just arrived in Hell at the time and didn’t know the importance of a soul contract

“How dare you die…” Kat hissed, his hands clenched to fists. “You have no idea what I went through after that f**king stunt you pulled!”

“I’m assuming you meant you stealing My Darling’s work as your own?” Alastor glared sharply at Kat.

Kat laughed, “Hahahahaha! What kind of lies did you feed him?” She pointed a finger at you, “This f**ker let me! The b*tch was happy to write for me! I take the credit cause you don’t want the attention, remember?”

Your eyes narrowed. That’s what you told yourself all those time. You told yourself it was fine because you didn’t like all this publicity and attention. Yet the fact that you felt anger towards it meant you didn’t want to give your work to another. At least not when all this was given to someone like her

Honestly, how can she blame her later misfortune on your death? She was your best friend, shouldn’t she feel something about it? Anything? Even the slighty sadness before all this?

You gripped onto Alastor’s hand, feeling a headache and dizziness growing. You whispered that you wanted to go home

Alastor understood and with a final slap at the poor excuse of a friend across the face with his end of the cane, Alastor brought you two back to your shared room. Alastor asked if you needed anything but you merely said you needed some time alone

“If you require anything, Love. Just call me.”

“...”

Back at the crater, before Kat could recover from the blow or curse. She was swiftly pinned to the ground by the neck, a situation that was all too familiar. Sharp blade like needles stabbed into her hands and knees. Dread filled every fiber of her body as she tried to get out of the hold she’s under but her body was frozen in fear

Just like before

“Aww, The Dear Writer left so quickly… What a thoughtful bodyguard too. Nothing less will be fitting for the Dear.” The new figure cooed, their shoes applied more force on Kat’s neck, grinding her into the ground. “Don’t you agree, Faker?”

“How did you find me?” Kat shivered against the hold. “Ce— Ahhhhh!”

“Ah ah~ I think it’s only right that I have a new name down here, I’m Nemesis now.” The demon chuckled, “Not hard considering your new boss is quite infamous around the city. What with all the technology he sells, you appearing on TV was just an easy guess. Though my services aren’t required when you have this.”

Kat screamed when a sharp blade pierced into the place where Vox’s contract mark was implanted. 

Nemesis’ lips curved into a twisted smile as they continued to slowly torture the screaming female. “So where can I find the Dear Writer?”

“Hazbin… Hotel…”

“Many thanks.” Nemesis’ tail pulled out the blades without warning one by one, their ear flickering at the screams while they pulled out their phone. They grinned, pressing on something, “I think you were in the spotlight of fame a bit too long down here. Let’s return you to the nothing you are.”

Over the past few days, you’ve been working non-stop making all those TVs and speakers that you promised Vox. While doing so, you tried not using your pages and used your quill to write in the air like Lucifer suggested, it took some time since the mechanism was more complex than what you tried before. Though it offer as good exercise for you

Smoothly, you somehow managed to slowly not use your quill as well and changed to using your finger to scribble words in the air before flicking at it to summon your written object. That took way more energy that you can manage because the word required energy then the conjuration required even more energy

But you managed because you needed something to distract yourself from the recent train of events and emotional burn out

Alastor’s been trying to get you to pause in your work and relax. You ignore it all together and continued, even when Alastor pulled you away and into his arms, you were motionless and repeated told him to let go so you could work. All he could do was continue to provide you with meals and reminders to rest since you were practicing and needed energy to continue

At least that got you to pull away from work. The light in your eyes was soft and dimmed, but it was better than when you were first on the verge of breaking down like a broken doll

Like before, Charlie and the others asked about you from Alastor when he was cooking your meals. It was like the time when you first arrived in the hotel, that was when you were doing it of your own volitation with Alastor as your excuse. Now, it was because you were helping the hotel and got unwanted attention

When all of Vox’s devices were being ddelivered by Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk with a hypnotic resistance charm casted on them by you, you covered yourself in a blanket and drowned yourself in music

You were exhausted physically and mentally, you wanted to push yourself even more but you knew Alastor would be against it all the way and you don’t want to push him to do forceful thing just to make you see reason. You know Alastor would feel worse than you do because of his love and devotion towards you

At the thought of that, you feel even worse that you were treating Alastor do badly. Even worse, he’s seeing this pathetic side of you. What if he leaves you? What if he thinks you’re not worth it? What if—

A familiar rhythemic knocking on your door brought you out of your thoughts. Alastor’s muffle voice came through, “Beloved.” That nickname that melted your worries and comforted you, “I think there’s someone you should meet.”

You wondered who Alastor would just let into your room, even the hotel members didn’t get that luxury and that includes Niffty because Alastor handles the maintainance of your room all on his own. You trust Alastor, “Sure, come on in.”

The door opened and someone you’re unfamiliar with rushed in while Alastor stood guard at the door after closing it shut and locking it. “I’m Nemesis, I’m a big big fan of your work! Completely obsessed really! Oh my god! Or is it oh my Lucifer now? Anyways! It’s so good to finally meet you in the flesh! Well, not flesh flesh, but this afterlife is like another life, so~”

“Nemesis. As in like revenge? Enacting retribution?” You blinked at the name, it reminds you of Alastor’s since his meant tormentor, avenger, and persecutor. 

They got real close to your face as their smile spread, “Woah, truly the mind of a writer. You got my name reference.” They straightened up as they shrugged, “Other people, oops, demons only got that it’s Greek and hard to remember. Urgh, no class at all. They remember you by title too! Can you guess mine?”

Your eyebrow raised in confusion, you don’t know why this demon, Nemesis, was this causal with you. Though you figured that they had a talk with Alastor beforehand, that’s why Alastor even allowed them to be in here and talking with you. Even with close promixity

You observed Nemesis as they wanted. They were a snow leopard type of demon, with the fluffy ears on top of their head and tail behind them swishing like that of a cat’s. But you can’t tell whether it was just because it was their favourite animal, something they’re interested, or death related. Maybe something that they hate too, there was a sick irony in Hell

Your eyes traveled down to the row of white stielett-type weapons on their sides, they looked like giant dagger-sized needles but to you, they looked more like a pen. When Nemesis noticed your gaze, they took one from each side and started demonstrating to you how it was used like a performance

“The Dancing Needle.” Your lips moved and words came out before you knew it. At Nemesis’ frozen state and Alastor’s shocked face, you covered your mouth. “S—”

“How did you know?” Nemesis raved with shock, “You only observed too!”

You looked away, “It was nothing…”

Nemesis shook their head, “No way! It was amazing! If only I realized earlier…”

“Realized what?”

“That you’re the real author of that best selling novel that got so much attention.”

Nemesis went on to tell you. In the living world, they were Cecil and the editor for Karolina

During then, Cecil as an editor fell in love with the novels that Karolina had written. By some miracle, Cecil was given the chance to work as Karolina’s editor in the future and somewhat manager and caretaker since authors needed someone to ground them and since both were female, it was perfect

Over the years, Cecil noticed that Karolina was always attending public events and activities to boost popularity. It was normal, but to Cecil, it was weird that Karolina never actually sat down and written anything or researched for ideas. There was no burnout or ridiculous sleep schedules to follow and adapt to just to write a novel

Yet the requested writings were always provided and they were nearly to perfection, with minor grammar and some careless mis-spelling probably due to tiredness or being in the moment. It was an editor’s dream to work for someone like this. An author that’s famous and lively, and mostly punctual so nothing was forced or rushed to complete and do

But Cecil noticed the odd teachings and advices that Karolina would give to other people. There was nothing solid about it, it was all either the same old same old or just plain out weird to say. She had no accounts to retell, no personal examples to list. Yet she never asked Cecil for help

There was an interesting meeting that Karolina would always do. Whenever a deadline was near, Karolina would visit a friend of hers. Cecil thought it was for comfort and causal chatting at first, but every time she returns, there was more to tell on interviews and talk shows

To Cecil, it felt like someone was providing for Karolina

And Cecil was right. After the death of that friend, Karolina seemingly lost creativity and motivation. She lied on news channel that the novel was written for that friend to get through depression, she lied and painted herself as a caring and loving friend that wanted what’s best for that friend

Isn’t it odd that Karolina continues to sign contracts and appearances on screen regarding the novel? Some people requested for some detail clarification, but she denied them and said it was all secrets saved for her friend

Her friend this, her friend that. Everything was her friend, every excuse was her friend. So Cecil did some digging

Back when the first novel of the series was released, there was a buzz of a copycat that tried to steal Karolina’s work but failed. Cecil got her hands on that copy and read through it, the writing style was identicial to the later volumes that was published, the ideas that were cut off in this copy was in the later volumes

Cecil checked the statistics and comments, the first book had plotholes here and there, some even said it feels like things were missing here and there. But overall, it was still a good story. So there was a push to continue sequel to the first novel

Pages all dropped to the floor at the realization. That friend… That friend that Karolina was caring for… That friend had to be the real author of the books. It all made sense! Cecil searched online and found that that friend died, not by accident or sickness. No… Suicide…

An unfathomable rage and need for justice overtook Cecil and she was determined to see that Karolina suffers a slow and painful down. It was hard to pull it off, but somehow it was managed

Cecil pinned Karolina down with pens and cutters, then used daggers to stab all over her body without hitting any vitals. Cecil sliced words into her skin, ‘copycat’, ‘faker’, ‘liar’, ‘abuser’, and ‘murderer’. Then, Cecil decapitated Karolina’s head off of her body

Courtmeeting was given to Cecil where she used her chance to reveal it all. Who was the real author and who was the fake. Who was in the victim and who was the perpetator. Cecil announced that she is aware and admit that she done wrong, but if she could do it again, she would

The death sentence was passed down

Nemesis kneeled on their knees, looking up at you, tears flowing. “You suffered so much and no one knew or cared. Now they do, I’m included.” They held one of your hand, “So don’t knock yourself down, My Writer.”

Alastor took your other hand, placing a kiss on it, “We will deal with all your troubles so you can relax~ My Beloved.”

You can’t help but chuckled with a carefree closed-eye smile, “Oh you two…” But then your eyes snapped open and eyed the two, then focused on Nemesis. “Oh… There’s two of them now…”

Alastor and Nemesis eyed each other and smiled widely. “Whatever do you mean?”

Note: And that's the end of this arc~ Okay okay, I heard you guys loud and clear. No end yet cause you guys are willing to wait and read more. I'm taking a break from this series for a while to do other ones. But what do you think of this one?

Circe Y. 

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[theninthdoor]

pac || yes or no, and a message from Spirit

☁️ think of a question you need a Yes/No answer for, take 3 deep breaths and pick one of the piles below! this should give you a general idea of what the energy surrounding this matter is + what Spirit wants you to know and/or do. ☁️ take only what resonates and leave the rest! if you feel like the pile you've initially picked doesn't really apply to the situation you're thinking of, it's OK to pick another one. ☁️ remember that this is all for entertainment purposes and that free will still exists. don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to or to make a pile/answer fit you situation, ok? ☁️ enjoy, my friends!

🍀 pile 1 || cards: five of pentacles, seven of cups rx, balance, magic.

Your answer, my dear pile 1, is No. Spirit wants you to know that there is something much better for you out there, and that you shouldn't keep yourself stuck to only this option (or the very few you've been considering). I can feel your sadness and frustration, but please trust that your Spirit Team is doing their best to help you navigate through & overcome this period, alright? Don't rush into a decision just because you want to get this over with. As soon as this moment of transition is over, you might realize that what you thought you wanted, isn't all that great after all; or, alternatively, that you were willing to settle for something that isn't in alignment with your greatest good and/or true desires. It might also happen that, if you give it time, Spirit could give you the green light to pursue this option - that's only for a few of you, though. For the majority, I see that this really isn't the best bet anyway.

[extra confirmation that this might be your pile (doesn't have to apply): a white cat; Kat/Cat/Catherine/Katherine/Catarina; white socks and ballerina shoes; 29; dark blue walls; just painted or got your nails done by someone else; Andre/Andrew/Andres; low temperatures; slavic countries; pisces.]

🍀 pile 2 || cards: king of wands, page of pentacles, illumination, growth.

Goodness… this pile has such a strong and assertive energy, that there is no way you guys are still doubting yourselves! It's a clear Yes, my sweet pile 2. You already know what to do, where to go, what to leave behind and what to take with you on the journey ahead. You've seen the light already, and chances are that you are have already made some moves towards your goal, so just keep going! Don't be impulsive, though; always make sure to stay grounded and realistic. If you haven't made any moves, however, someone else might've OR the Universe has been preparing the stage for this to happen. You might soon realize that things just seem to be falling into place all around, and you're all of a sudden full with good luck. Finally, I feel like some of you might also need to hear this: stay informed! Do all of the research you think is necessary, and stay up date with all of the new details/updates regarding this matter.

[extra confirmation that this might be your pile (doesn't have to apply): 1st year as a college student; taking the subway every day now; swimming as a hobby; dark green hoodie; Jen/Jennifer/Jerome; G initial; Grace or "with grace"; 19; a item of jewelry that you never take off, likely a necklace; Church; eating your meals in a rush or on the go; soccer/football.]

🍀 pile 3 || cards: ace of wands rx, eight of pentacles rx, love, flow.

Not yet. Something needs to be done or finished before you get that much desired green light from Spirit. If you felt pulled towards Pile 1 as well, feel free to check that out, by the way! - for some, those messages may also apply. Your energy isn't heavy, even though I still get a big sense of frustration here. Now, after struggling so much with this reality, you know that you are either not ready for such a change OR to receive this "thing" and be able to handle it. I feel like you guys have been doing a lot of inner-work lately, and have been putting a lot of effort into matters of self-worth, self-confidence, and so on; and this realization may have come from that. My dear pile 3, you are on the right path, alright? You just need to stay focused on yourself for now, so you can later receive all of the blessings you have been waiting & praying for.

[extra confirmation that this might be your pile (doesn't have to apply): fidgeting with your fingers 24/7; daily warm, soft hugs from a family member or best friend; 29, again; 00; white bomber jacket; always making sure you have your gloves with you; a spike in humidity; geography or biology; lab coats; lost and/or got a new transit pass, passport or ID; significant earth placements.]

🍀 pile 4 || cards: eight of pentacles, the lovers, fear, abundance.

Some of you may have had to leave people, or even home, behind to pursue a dream, or may be considering it (and, by the way, it doesn't have to be literal or physical). You're afraid that you'll be alone and/or that those you're leaving behind will not miss you. However, Spirit wants you to know that none of that is true, and that things will turn out much better than you could've ever expected. You have big plans for your life but also a big heart; and instead of having these two parts of yourself work together as they should, they are fighting against each other. Sometimes, in order to achieve something major, we must make some sacrifices, you know, pile 4? And that might sound scary, yes, but when you are living through it, you'll see that it actually isn't. We make sacrifices every day without even realizing it… for example, when we sacrifice an extra hour of sleep to spend some more time texting that special someone; or when we sacrifice our precious feet just to show off our new favorite, yet insanely painful, pair of shoes. If you're on the other end of it, however, and you're the one being "left behind", make sure to use this time to work on your goals instead of focusing all of your energy on how much you miss that something or someone. So, your answer is neither a Yes nor a No, because I feel like most of you guys are wording your question wrong?? Just know that this is a time for you to prosper, my dear pile 4, and that you should move forward with your goals.

[extra confirmation that this might be your pile (doesn't have to apply): spending a lot of time alone, sitting in the parking lot; your car's a mess; fidgeting with your earrings or rings; rubbing your eye until it hurts; Sanders/Sandra/Salome/Soumaya; north african countries; south east asian countries; stuffed teddy bear; 57; dad's or grandpa's birthday.]

decks used || Tarot of the New Vision & Prism Oracle

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

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[i-cant-sing]

Okay but like, isn’t giving someone a dragon egg sort of like a proposal for the barbarians? sneaky Bakugo getting engaged and not telling his fiancé

YEssss that is 100% something Katsuki would do. Tricking you into marriage is the only thing thats gonna work because you dont pick up on the clear and very obvious signs of flirtation and obsessiveness, but thats fine. Katsuki will manage to get you one way or the other. (Kats has even held your face and confessed his love, only for you to smile and hold his face and say "aww I love you too, KitKat! And I love you, mr bunny! And you too, moo moo" basically u didnt take him seriously, you probably thought he was just roleplaying the knight in shining in armour, just like when u were kids.)

Anyways, Katsuki is visiting you and unbeknownst to anyone in the palace, he has a dragon egg. By the time your dear uncle Shotou hears about it, he's just a second too late as he bursts into your room, only to see you already have accepted the smug barbarian's gift.

And now Uncle Shotou, who was supposed to look after you while Dabi and Keigo were away on business (they were fracking) is panicking because how is he supposed to explain this situation to your father, or even break off the whole engagement without the barbarians starting a war.

First things first, he threw Katsuki out of the castle, which was a whole feat in itself because you kept interfering, saying that he was your friend who brought you a very expensive gift. But Shotou asserted his authority and sent you to your room while the royal guards threw out the brash blonde.

Then Shotou tried to explain to you about the whole "accept dragon egg = accept marriage proposal" concept and that you need to absolutely return the dragon egg back in order to break off the engagement. And of course you protest, because who tf would wanna give up a DRAGON EGG but you conceded to his request after Shotou borderline begged you to return it ("your father will kill me and Katsuki, princesss.")

Anyways, you write a letter to Katsuki, summoning him because you want to tell him something important and Katsuki practically skips his way over to your castle because he thinks you're about to confess your love for him as well.

By the time he comes, Dabi and Keigo are back from their "business" as well and are in their room while you have Katsuki in yours, where you begin to gently explain that you cannot accept the egg because you don't wanna get married just yet, and Kats is just starting to become heartbroken when just then, the egg hatches and a small baby dragon comes out and its just so small and cute that it has captivated both your and Katsuki's attention, and you guys dont even notice when Dabi and Keigo walk in on you two and then Dabi is just like-

"What the hell is that?!"

You and Katsuki looked at each other before you walked towards Dabi with the baby dragon still in your hands, you smiled softly.

"Dad... meet your grandchild!"

And both Dabi and Keigo's mouth are agape at your statement.

"What?" Dabi asks.

"Well, Katsuki and I are engaged-" "WHAT?!" "-yeah, and we have a baby to take care of now." You said casually as you cooed at the baby dragon, while Katsuki puffed his chest and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Get your hands off her before I rip your arm off!" Dabi gritted and the threat worked.

Meanwhile, Keigo just addded more oil to the fire. "So- Y/n, you're telling me you birthed a dragon? That thing came out of you? Or did it come out of Katsuki-"And that seemed enough for Dabi to finally lose control and pounce on Katsuki.

"YOU DEFILED MY DAUGHTER?! IM GONNA KILL YOU!"

"No, dad! We are engaged and I sent him away-"

"YOU WERE GONNA LEAVE HER ALONE TO RAISE YOUR MONSTER?!"

And you are barely able to get in the way and let Katsuki flee (of course, u promise him to meet again soon)

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[dreorig]

Kitten.

When you decided to prank Eddie and turn him into a certified cat boy, you couldn't have imagined what happened next.

content/warnings: +18 | sub bottom cat hybrid eddie x soft dom top male reader | smut | fluff | it's silly kinda | unprotected sex | anal sex | breeding kink | praise kink | slight feminisation | eddie just needs some love, the poor baby | tiniest mention of venom, sorry

notes: this originally was a long fic (around 4k... unfinished...) but methinks people don't really fuck with long fics so i decided to post only the smut (>﹏<) it explained how eddie turned into a kitty kat and etc, plus contained lots of fluff cuz im a sucker for that!! but yeahhh i gave up. also. eddie is wearing a collar with a little bell cuz wahh!!! he's just!!!! too cute!!!!!! ive got this idea for a while now so enjoy ig?!?!?!?!?!

Approaching the half-closed door, you could hear your name between needy whimpers. You opened the door with a smirk on your face and Eddie didn't even notice you. Eddie's head was down and his ass up in the air while he fingered himself, the wet noises sounding like music to you — his hands slid under one of your shirts that he was wearing and began playing with his own chest, whimpering louder when he pinched his nipples. Eddie's tail was raised too; a sign that a cat is ready to mate.

Lord, have mercy on thy son.

"Oh, Eddie, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your voice snapped Eddie out of it. He switched positions in the blink of an eye and now he was sitting up, eyes wide and face flustered as he squeezed his thighs together in a poor attempt to hide what you had already seen, looking at you as if he'd rather face Satan himself at the moment.

"It's okay, you don't need to feel embarrassed." You held his hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. "My friend told me you're in heat, just like a cat."

"H-heat?"

"That's right. Your body should calm down after mating a couple times." You put a hand on his cheek, using the other to interlace your fingers with his. "I can help you, if you'd like? But of course you don't have to do anything you don't want, dear. We can always find another solution."

"N-no, please," he rubbed his face against your palm, trying to feel the most of your caresses. "Need you."

He would be the death of you one of these days.

"Alright, sweetie." You kissed the corner of his lips. "As much as I love to see you in my clothes, don't you think this shirt is gonna get in our way? Um? Let's take it off."' You grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifted it over his head and tossed it aside somewhere. Getting up, you began taking your own shirt off. "Now, hands under your knees."

Your cock throbbed inside your pants as you watched Eddie pulling his legs up, those thick thighs touching his chest with ease, exposing his already well-stretched hole with lube dripping out of it. His fully hard cock was in a similar state, wet with pre-cum and lube, and his balls looked so ready to get squeezed.

Fuck, you really needed to fuck him into oblivion.

"Such a good princess for me." You licked your lips, admiring the sight before you. His tail quivered. "I'm gonna breed you so well. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To get pregnant, full of my babies."

Eddie almost melted on the spot over the idea, his fluffy ears upright while he attentively listened to what you'd do to him soon. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he nodded eagerly instead, the bell on his neck tinkling. You chuckled, pulling down your pants and boxers.

"Of course you do, princess." You finished undressing and leaned over him, inhaling his addicting scent. "Sorry for making you wait, love."

Wrapping his arms around your neck, Eddie moaned in your mouth when you kissed him while your hands landed on his hips and squeezed them. You bit and sucked on his lips, craving that sweet taste you'd never get tired of. Finishing the kiss, you wasted no time in putting your mouth to work again as you sucked his already hard nipple, a hand now playing with his other nipple, occasionally grabbing the mass around it. Making sure not a single inch of that perfect chest was neglected, you know.

Eddie felt so hot that for a while he thought he'd burst into flames anytime your hands stopped touching his body, even if for no more than five seconds. God, was he horny. Your tip just touched his hole, as if teasing him, and Eddie didn't know if that was on purpose or not but shit, he was impatient. Grinding his ass against your cock, he moaned, "H-hurry up… can't wait… any longer…"

"I know you want it, kitten, but I also know you can wait just a little more. I taught you well, didn't I? Let me show you some love first."

You bit Eddie's shoulder, not enough to hurt, just to leave an ownership mark you knew your princess would like to look at later — you had to fight the urge to rip off the collar and have full access to his neck once again, but you kept your cool because he looked so cute wearing that. Instead, you palmed his aching cock and stroked it at a slow pace, taking your own sweet time to trace those veins your fingerprints already had memorised; that earned you a groan from the irritated kitten beneath you, who didn't know if he should move his hips to meet your strokes or grind his ass on your hardness, wordlessly asking you to just stop the crap and fuck him already.

"My kitten is just too needy, um? Alright, let's have it your way this one time."

Eddie let out a loud, satisfied moan when you finally began burying your cock inside him, not as fast as he wanted but he could feel every inch of your cock slowly stretching him out and for that he was grateful — Venom was probably saying something in his mind about how weird and mildly pathetic humans were with their mating habits, but Eddie's mind was too foggy to understand or even give a shit. Then you abruptly pulled out, but before Eddie could protest, you shoved it all again in one go.

Eddie's teary eyes widened and saliva ran down his chin, "Fuck—"

You felt a sticky, hot fluid hitting your stomach and you didn't even need to look down to see what it was; you couldn't help but grin, looking at your boyfriend. "Eddie, did you just cum only because I slammed my cock inside you? Sometimes I forget my princess is really just a cock slut."

Eddie whimpered, his face looking impossibly red, and closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You chucked, not really expecting an answer, and began moving at a more-slow-than-fast, steady pace. The wet sounds that echoed in the room each time your skin met combined with Eddie's whines almost drove you insane.

You kept pounding Eddie just right, he didn't even mind the slight discomfort in his overstimulated cock, only bringing himself to plead, "More, please, more."

Always eager to do as he wishes, you began increasing your pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, just the way you knew Eddie liked. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. He was sobbing in your ear and digging his claws into your skin — and you loved knowing that would leave marks. Then you noticed something very interesting.

"Would you look at that, kitten…" you grabbed Eddie's hand and put it atop of his own lower abdomen, making him feel the bulge there each time you thrusted. "See how deep I am? Does it feel good, princess?"

Eddie only nodded rapidly, his mind only half conscious now. He could only concentrate on how good your cock felt repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

"No, no, not like that. I want you to tell me how good you feel. I know you can do that, kitten."

"It's — ah!— so good… I'm so full. Ahh~ f-faster, please?"

"Anything for my obedient princess." You kissed his cheek and said, "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight."

Eddie complied and immediately you changed your pace to a faster, harder and even deeper one, feeling Eddie's claws now digging across your back. You moved your head to nibble on his neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over his skin, and one of your hands travelled to his cock in order to give it attention once again.

"You're taking me so well, princess. Your perfect body is all mine, even your tight hole was made to fit my cock so beautifully," you praised Eddie as you stroked him with the same pace of your thrusts. "Such a good kitten. That's right, keep moaning in my ear like a cute princess."

"[Name]!" Eddie broke down once he came again, sobbing as heavy tears fell down his face, and hugged you tighter. "D-deep! You're so deep!"

Eddie's tears made you almost dizzy. Holy fuck, how could he be so freaking perfect?

"Shit—" you panted, "I'm gonna cum. Okay, kitten? And you're gonna take it all until there's nothing left and you're all full of my babies, because you're gonna be such an amazing mamma. Ain't that right, dear?"

"Goddamn, yes." Eddie's pretty face was wet with tears, his pink lips also wet and swollen, and you could see his fangs as he let out the cutest moan ever escape. Then he opened his glossy eyes and fixed his lovey-dovey gaze on you, "I promise to be the best mamma to our babies."

That did it. You tightened the grip on his waist and pushed him against you, giving one last deep thrust before reaching your climax, feeling him clenching around your cock as you proceeded to fill him up with your seed. Your grip on his waist remained strong, locking you both together and not allowing a single drop of cum to leak out of his hole before you properly breed him.

Eddie was limp in your arms, still letting out a few more tears as you held him close before calming down. You smiled fondly at the sight, loving how cute he was.

"You're so pretty. My pretty princess." You peppered  his face with kisses, feeling the salty taste of his tears on your lips. "I love you so much."

Eddie's mind was still foggy but yet he gave a cosy smile, managing to mumble, "I love you too."

Afterwards you made Eddie drink some water and showered him with praises, making sure he was alright — that, of course, until Eddie started begging you to fuck him once again, because he was still a needy kitty in heat.

#ak.writes #eddie brock x male reader #eddie brock x reader #sub eddie brock #x top male reader #x dom male reader

[inkabelledesigns]

Belladonna Nightshade - Halloween Dark Fairy

Base Doll: G3 Twyla from Monster High Clothing Pattern: Dollightful's Asymmetrical Dress (read to the end, I have notes about this)

Happy Halloween everyone! Since becoming a doll customizer, my Halloween dolls are usually related to my favorite indie horror game, Bendy and the Ink Machine. However, seeing as I've completed two Bendy dolls already this year, I felt it was time to give myself a break and try something a bit different. My friends over in DollyAnna's Discord server wanted to do a collaboration, so we decided to all make some Dark Fairies for Halloween!

Belladonna Nightshade is a mischievous fae that loves to play tricks and tempt mortals. That said, she's easily bribed with a sweet treat or two, and will usually let you be if you have a little candy or pastry to give her. I haven't decided what I want to do with her yet in terms of a story, but there is a part of me that would love to have her in my Equinox story.

When you consider the fact that most of my other Halloween dolls are black and yellow, it's no surprise she ended up super colorful. XD Would you believe this is my first doll with rainbow hair? Yeah neither did I, but she is! Part of my style is having really colorful and vibrant dolls, it surprises a lot of people that I've never done a rainbow before, but honestly? I'm glad to have finally tackled one! I'm also glad to have worked with another G3. Twyla is very near and dear to my heart, and I was so psyched to work with her mold! You can't see it in any of these photos, but I used glow in the dark varnish on her eyes and neon markings, so that her eyes still glow like the original. I will say, this doll has a lot more acrylic paint than my others, just by the nature of I don't have any pencils in neon colors. It was nice to get the practice in, I feel more confident than I did before in my brush skills. It was also nice to have a doll with dark scleras for a change! I haven't done that since I made Dreamer, it's surprisingly fun to draw on!

I was inspired by a LOT of different things with this one, and I went back and forth on my concepts a lot. Black light skeleton make-up, butterflies, fairies with non-traditional wings, candy, jesters, these were all sources of inspiration, and I think most obviously of all, Dollightful herself. This wasn't intentional, but I ended up using a doll of one of her favorite characters, with a lot of saturated colors which we know she loves, and even her dress pattern! I've been wanting to make this garment for ages, and finally I had a reason to try it!

So those of you who know how this pattern works are probably asking "Kat, how did you make this fit a G3? This dress is supposed to fit a G1 Monster High doll!" Believe it or not, Requiem Arts has a method for easily adjusting G1 patterns to fit G3 bodies. It's as simple as scaling a pattern up to 104% and printing it that way. It's meant for her garments, but I don't see any reason why it wouldn't work for other doll patterns. So I tried it with Katherine's dress, and I'm happy to say it worked out just fine! I think I probably should have adjusted a bit more on the skirt though. This outfit is essentially two pieces, and the skirt with all the ruffles is a little tight around the booty, it could have used a little more sizing up. So if you own this pattern and want to try this yourself, do keep that in mind!

Do let me know what you think! I had so much fun working on Belladonna, she's so vibrant and fun, I wanna try more fairies like her someday. I also need to try using props more. I got these pumpkins and hay bales on sale, and it was fun using them to craft a little temporary set for photos.

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[ynaszn]

APPRECIATION POST FOR 300 FOLLOWERS !

hi everyone, my name is kiya ! some may not remember me but i had the following users, dollieon, k-aros, kazette, adorein, & y-uqis! others i cannot remember currently. But i would like to say, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! i'm sorry i didn't make one for 200 or 100, i didn't even look at followers to know i made it over 100 ! this is so dear to me, i've been on tumblr for a long time, to know i've made it to a limit i never thought would be real, it's like a dream. I would like to thank everyone who helped me reach this far! Again, this is so much to me like i said. Now, i would like to tag some tumblr accounts either like mine, that inspired me, or js my mutuals !

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[jackiequick]

Hero or Villain?…Anti-Hero OC

Katherine Lang

“I’m sorry, do we have a problem? No? Good. Get out! Cause i will dig up every track you buried til it kills me.”

Full Name: Katherine ‘Katrina’ Lang

Nicknames: Katrina, Kat, Ms. Lang, T

Age: 16-28 years old

Height: 5’4

Occupation: Agent of Red Room, Strikers , SHIELD/HYDRA—whatever the job payment is.

Skills: Technical basic training, disguises, getaway driver, panel controls as in she will order her men to strike you down, research and response center. She is usually being of assistance when needed. She’s also good with guns.

“When everyone knows your tragedy, they treat you differently. Like you’re gonna break or fight them, right? Even if they might be trying to help, all they do is remind you of the most painful moment of your life.”

Ethnicity: Her father is of Dutch descent. Her mother is of Chinese descent. But she grew up in different places across the USA. 

Relationship Status: Single.

Titles: The Lady In Red, Stiletto, The Innocent

Personality: Snarky, quiet, slightly charming, daring, a little cold hearted and utterly willing to do what she believes is worth her benefits. As well as time. Growing to be obsessive and emotional, especially with a passion for getting stuff done. Even if it meant ordering a kill or two.

~~~

-> Backstory

-> Katrina grew up in and out of foster homes. Had at least less than dozens of families take her under their wing, even her aunt as well after her parents died tragically by an explosion in the middle of a highway. She will never know who or how it happened, and honestly, she didn’t care too much to find out.

Especially when a lot of people knew of that unknown tragedy to her lifetime, almost a poster girl for the unexpected moments.

Due to her natural beauty and use of clothing, she appeared to make sure she was as gentle as a flower. Having a guys and even girls wrapped around her finger in early high school years. Ending up as one of the cheerleaders for extra credits, because that’s what she believed her parents and aunt wanted her to be.

However it wasn’t exactly what she desired to be doing. Wanting to fight for what she believes is worthy, see the world development underneath her fingertips, and get a glimpse of the jobs done. Understand it.

Across her 16th year of life, being in the care of foster parents, she was given the odd opportunity to go to Paris. While she was there she visited the Kawatche cave walls, getting a feeling like she meant to be at that old building. As the symbols called her names like a witching tone into her grasp, she felt someone tap her shoulder sliding a envelope under her armpit as they did.

“What do you want?” She asked, not looking at the person, just staring at the walls.

“I heard your little small story.” Said the voice, female, sounding almost crisp and whispery.

“What of it?”

“Public tragedy of dead parents. Foster homes. Good grades. Deeming track record in social life.”

“I was a cheerleader. A preppy gray example of the good girl.”

“That’s what the others want to believe, my dear. Secretly you’ve been knocking back the doors and stealing a few items, getting caught in the mist of a scandal between an old friend who tried to kill you?”

“..she was uh, controlled by some smoke in the school halls. So was i..i took the axe and destroyed walls. But she didn’t kill me.”

“But you almost did. She tried to do the same. Both did some serious damage to the school. Why?”

“..everyone wants something they can’t have. Money, looks, love, be understood..hell, even friendship. Just some controls over something. I guess she was jealous. I wiped the footage clean from security cameras afterwards..It was the past, why come now?”

“Open it.”

She opened it. Spy. The envelope said a few more things but that’s the word which caught her name. Striking expression appeared on her face, as she looked over her shoulder at the women for the first time. She was brunette, tall, lean brown eyes and dressed in gray coat with a black dress underneath. She was stunning with a small lined smile, nodding.

“Spy..agent?” She asked the women.

“Whichever one suits you. We are always willing to take in strays from the litter, my dear.” She replied with a shrug.

“I an not a stray!”

“Suit yourself. I’m just giving you an opportunity to workout your future. You’ll be good at it, i hope.”

Katherine knew that she wasn’t exactly seen right away in people’s eyes. Her past was always a little foggy and she was young, what does she have left to lose? Be the poster girl or something else?

———

Of course she choose the latter. Arriving underground side in Paris, finding the women and agreed to take a peek of the wider view of the world.

-> Over the years, she trained in basic gymnastics and kickboxing aside from the ones she knew already. She was around technical groups, diving in and using her tricks, gently roll of the touch voice, to convey the attention of others. Meeting a few short coming men and women, some even became friends. However, Katrina was never assigned to be strictly Red Room or Hydra material per say, which lead her to flexible with her schedule for trips.

Which also meant, she would go undercover as older allies, wig and custom made costumes with weapons in hand, in teams of two, to take down what threat that needed to be taken care of. Leaving her mark in black heels and a red pressed kiss on a notecard. Coming across SHIELD agents, the rich & famous such as The Starks and Feltons, and other unofficial agents who were neither bad or good.

Katrina never considered herself neither bad or good either, sometimes mad her wonder if she was in the wrong business.

She had undergone preparations and briefing for targets to be taken out. Keeping an eye on her fellow men and women on the field, calling the shots to be taken in their earpieces. Sometimes she doesn’t listen to her own voice in her head, roundhouse kicking or ordering herself to take another step furthermore.

-> Remember in Winter Solider when Natasha showed Steve her scar that was from The Solider who injured her, yes Barnes took the shot to kill the scientist, but Katrina and the others at the control panel were the ones to tell Barnes to do it.

She didn’t want to injure the ex-widow, but one look from her higher ranked member told her to message the order to do as he must.

Get the job done, even if it hurt or annoyed her to do so.

~~~

Recruitment had to be an intriguing part for her. Even though she tends to discuss the situation or disapprove of the recruiting process for others, she would look at her fellow students of the job, for their opinions.

They would just tell her to get the job done and everyone can go out for drinks later. She was actually apart of the group who recruited who willing suggests who said they have nothing else to lose, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, believing that the job would be worthy of their time.

Seeing the world develop underneath their fingernails and try to understand what can be done.

Those same sentiments struck a tone with her, since they were similar to what she thought was right. In result, she felt somewhat empathetic towards the twins.

She understood them and their willingness to take on challenges, just none of them were taught in the correct manner to do so. Which made it a challenge.

Hell, she found the one with the platinum blonde and brunette roots pretty good looking . It didn’t help that he always flirted with her every chance he got, trying to sweep Katrina off her feet with every interaction. Thankfully she never fell for his charms. But she did blush.

The natural brunette beauty, she was a somewhat kind hearted but odd one like her, always tinkering and wondering around the halls. She sometimes found Katrina in the hallways or computer room of the building, if she was around, to talk. She always found herself holding her hand for comfort on both sides of the coin.

———

Katrina has taken jobs at few organizations, whoever was willing to give her a chance with a good payment. Being honest, she wasn’t always to please with every task she was given to do. A lot of time it the upmost basic stunts like being stealth to grab intel from a community of rich folks, digging up information that was buried in a system and or taking down unwanted eyes for a certain job.

Hell, she has worked for plenty of men and women across the country who have wanted to have her as assistance on a experimental project, even if it pushed her limits or pay rate. Having worked for company’s like Palmer, The Luther Family, HIVE and others over the years.

She didn’t always take the shot though, believing that there was another way to finish things. Or sometimes she faked the person undoing, knowing the boss wouldn’t ask for much, just evidence of some kind.

She sometimes, if the job called for it, saved herself and a few people in the possibilities of something rather lighter to happen in the future. People would call her a vigilante for the work she does, but not exactly a heroic act. But she tried.

~~~

Her looks were a dead giveaway that she’s wasn’t somewhat truly horrible, she had a light side and a dark side to her.

Everyone did.

But Katherine was like any other person in this lifetime, she wants to know what she can and cannot do. Not wanting to get hurt or feel hurt, even though pain is part of life.

She wants to see if she can push her limits and test out the results around her, even if it meant accidentally making the wrong choices or siding the anti-heroic path.

Sometimes it felt good to be a little cocky and act as bad as you can get. Other times it really doesn’t.

But at the end of the day, she makes the decision to take the gold or leave whatever her past is in the dust.

~~~~

-> But the real question, who will find her? Will be taken back to light side and rest in the work she has done? Who will she meet?

That’s what I got, I might edit and add more to her story later on. What did you think?

Also did I use quotes from the actress’s character in the series? Maybe haha.

Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @missstrawbs2001 @mallowbee4 @halesfavoriteharlot @sherloquestea @rooster-84 @gcthvile @meiramel @thecavalrywife @mandylove1000 @rickb-chaos @yetanotherwells @queenslandlover-93 @buckysteveloki-me @djs8891 @blueboirick and etc

#my ocs #kristen kreuk #marvel oc #lana lang #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #age of ultron #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fanfiction #natasha romanoff #marvel x oc #anti hero oc #marvel fanfiction #tv oc #femme fatale #Spotify

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

call it what you want

ATTENTION MY DEAREST READERS!!!! the character Jordan is NOT my original character, but an oc of the one and only @kotoprincesa !!! thought it would be fun to have a cutsy oc, so thank you koto!! i love ur oc🫶🫶

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THIS EP WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OMGGGGGG and the next couple chapters are a complete 360 from this so…enjoy it while u can

i hope everyone is still enjoying, i promise the next chapter is gonna be JUICY i alr have the title and UGH i’m so excited for the pain

as always i’m here if you have any questions or just random thoughts! i’m very easily entertained

also stream Hozier’s new song Unknown / Nth okay byeeeeeee

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- toshi and denks are so gay your honor

- shopping hauls are a REGULAR in this chapter

- iida was very patient with ko

- in fact he’s an amazing shopper like he’s so chill but he also takes it so seriously

- (i like to head cannon he mellowed out after high school/college lmfao)

- ko has a new job!!! be proud of her!!! clap!!! she’s working with children!!!!

- everything is a race/competition in their friend group it’s so funny😭😭

- that’s honestly how sero got the guts to ask out Jordan bc denks beat him so he had to make sure bkg didn’t win

- obvs mina and kiri won

- I LOVE THOSE SPIDER-MAN MEMES HELP

- #Tenyafanclub

- i cannot imagine what queer photographers and model are going thru rn dear lord

- URANUS

- katsuki is such a good person to rage rant with, so much so yn called him later that night after their hang out and raged some more (he was smiling the whole time)

- KATS SAYING GOOD GIRL. i may be nonbinary but LAWRD help me

- i was this🤏 close to having yn post a meme that said “my coochie is tingling” but i didn’t want another “community labels threat” 🙄🙄🙄

- sero is living and i’m here for it

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[eldritch-spouse]

Since you updated the ask on what your ocs call their lovers, can you do an updated version of what they would like you to call them? (i swear you did answer an ask about what they like to be called but i cant find it)

What they like to be called

[Some of these repeat between characters. A continuation to this post. Will delete the old one as well.]

//-[TCE]-//

Belo: Guardian; Light.

Santi: Sugardick; Love; Stud; Sweetheart.

Grimbly: Pretty boy; Cutie; Twink (depends); Pookie.

Patches: Honey; Pumpkin; Moonlight.

Sybastian: Tiger; Mate.

Vinnel: Most flower names; Sunshine.

Gallon: Beloved; Precious.

Morell: Big guy; Hunk; Pudding.

Nebul: Master; Sir.

Fank-e: Goober; Silly; Boo.

Anomalies/Aquarium

Hellion: Sunflower; Dandelion.

Pebble: Aventurine (after you show him the rock); Blue.

Colmei: Honey.

Glauk: Friend; Buddy.

Magus: Big boy; Mate.

//-[Icons]-//

Vesper: Hotcock; Manwhore; Slut; Daddy; Any and all obscene names.

Zizz: Sleepyhead; Dear; Sunshine.

Vorticia: Sweetcake;

Cero: Highness; Flawless; Idol.

Rinx: Treasure; Lord; Sir.

Livius: Prefers whatever you like to be called.

Kalymir: Mighty; Flame; Crimson King.

//-[Siadar and more]-//

Krulu: Lordship; My worship/higher; Guide; Savior; Lord-Master.

Miara: My lady; Dawn; Mother; Mommy; Goddess.

Dorem: Surprise him.

//-[Misc]-//

Breg: Husband. 💍

Fasma: Sugar; Snookums; Shug

Shags: Beloved; Virtuoso (playfully);

Ludwig: Babe; Handsome.

Obie: Babycakes; Sugarpie; all kinds of silly food names.

Mervin: Prince; Master.

Lacai: Lovebug;

Nena: Lovebug; Flutter.

Pinter: Boss; Hubby.

Adelo: Wants you to call him the dumbest things you can think of.

Adrul: My prince; Lover; Heart (or anything that means heart in foreign languages).

Sever: Has no idea what nicknames/pet names are.

Ivani: Princess (will never fucking admit it); Pretty.

Katia: Snugglebug; Softie; Kat.

Jonesy: Halo; Iris.

Rei: King; Star; Champ.

Katalina: Darling; Precious.

#general tce #monsterwhorre

[kaus-quietis]

Lav's All-smiles Problem-solving Roooooundtable ch108 edition!

Welcome, welcome! To Lav's BSD ch108 discussion! Delivered to you via my funky dove Eliott, acting as my mystic messenger. These are random thoughts I had after reading this brilliant chapter, which, writing-wise, made the best possible use of Fedya's character, expanding it even more without even betraying his backstory. Maybe a backstory isn't needed after all, just look at how much FUN he is right now. I am in BLISS

Putting aside the fact that he is literally carrying the plot at this point, come sit with me, I make you a delicious Chinese black tea with rose petals and casually share my thoughts. Hello there, dearest Kat, yes, "where is Lav when you need her?", I am here, I offer you a hug, and to all my friends here who share the sentiment, I hug you too.

A. Before you say ANYTHING about "oh but? maybe Fedya is telling the half-truth? or a half-lie? what if his ability really is the evil one?", my brothers and sisters in Christ, listen to yourself. This man functions almost on a meta-level of character consciousness: he changed his facial expression and aura so convincingly, his tone, his speech, his posture, even the shade of his eyes, fooling not only Sigma, but the readers as well. We are used to characters changing the shade of their eyes when they change mental states or have certain (new) decisions in mind, we as a community are so used to this, all it took was one panel from the Conjurer doing this trick for so many of us to actually believe him and start, yet again, to spiral down the "what if he is good but his ability is evil? what if he is two entities? what if?" rollercoaster. This is so amusing to me, and in a meta-sense must be amusing to Fedya too. While speculation can bloom again based on this, I wouldn't be putting too much effort into reading into his lines here. I take it as a trick. It worked splendidly, almost like it attacked the fandom's major concerns and theories about his character and weaponized them against everyone. That's a meta-kind of tomfoolery. Trolling, if you will. I LOVE that Asagiri made him bamboozle every reader like this. His character so far goes into the best direction, it cultivates and expands his traits and skills in the best way. But let's pretend Fedya really is telling a half-truth there, which is there being an opposition between him and his ability. I talked about this in my essay (see pinned post), there really seems to be a divergence at the core of his character, but it manifests subtly, not like what we saw in ch108. Then again, not even on that can we arrive at any conclusive statements, because if we remember that, of course, "crime and punishment are close friends", it could well be that he and his ability are partners, and you bet I imagine they would BOTH indulge in peak tomfoolery like this together, if that meant one of them switching in and the other out for a sec. Remember, dear souls: aside from his "higher mission", abstract as it still is lore-wise, Fedya's keyword is "fun" or "entertainment", repeatedly. And oh he himself is even more fun now~

B. if Fedya would have wanted to mortally wound Sigma, he'd have chosen a more suitable place to stab him; it looks like a abdominal, lower quadrant, lateral stab, a deliberate choice, I would say, that technically avoids critical, most vascular organs (kidney and spleen for example) and main veins/arteries. I am no doctor, but from what I gathered, Sigma won't bleed out fast at all, and if untreated might get a deadly infection in a longer time (not counting the possibility of septic shock if we assume the knife penetrated and heavily opened an intestine). Sigma needs a medic asap (our queen Yosano when?), but will likely be conscious and quite able to move around and whatnot. Like I argued in my essay, Fedya most likely does not want to kill Sigma, or anybody for that matter, because keeping everyone alive to fulfill various roles and see how their will tosses them in all kinds of directions is more fun for him, more entertaining, but also more useful. He is a long-term strategist, like Dazai. "Our beloved monsters" ❤

C. Fedya evidently exerts some serious mental torment on Sigma, by making him stand by his choices, his will, just like he always desired. The flip side is that Fedya takes his time, or should I say gifts Sigma his time, in which he teaches him the full lesson of what Sigma wants. The responsibility that comes with acting on your own, the terror of facing the consequences when choosing on your own: right now, to Sigma, this freedom is terror. But Fedya is never a one-dimensional character. It's most probable he calculated and devised strategies for both possibilities (a. Sigma with rekindled determination touches him; b. Sigma backpedals on what he decided and does not touch him). The irony is that both scenarios are an affirmation of Sigma's will, because, while the first decision can be seen like foolish bravery, the second one can also be seen as wise self-preservation, if the circumstances so demand it. BSD is not a black-and-white series, diving head-first into danger is not its definition of bravery or heroism. BSD was always about measured decisions, ones the characters take upon themselves willingly. It may be time Sigma does that too, in his own way, and Fedya wants to see that. Why? Well, my guess is because it's fascinating to watch humans grow, and Fedya lives for the entertainment that comes with it. It is actually more interesting if we remember his line from ch42 (“People can be so simple… They truly believe they are thinking for themselves. (…) They don’t want to think they’re being led by the nose”): the pattern is, Fedya puts others under harsh circumstances, and then, under pressure, lets go of them, waiting for their free decision, the true test and expression of their hearts, so to say (which could make a superb discussion if we make a parallel between Kunikida and Sigma, since essentially what happened to Kunikida is happening now to Sigma, except Kunikida did indeed break down, but thanks to healthy support from his comrades he slowly regained his sense of self, and stronger than ever at that time, however… Sigma is alone, isn't he? but what if he needs to be in order to finally get a hold of his own self?). Anyway, how much of that expression is free, or how much is guided or manipulated, is a debate in itself, since it implies relating the freedom to the individual vs relating the freedom to the external factors and possibilites.

D. I do need to underline, just like Fedya also underlined it: Sigma already made his decision, right there when he still tried to get the gun before getting kicked in the face. Fedya moved on to the next step: testing how strong Sigma's will is when an actual chance to act appears. Sigma already accepted the physical pain, but how will he face the mental anguish? That is more Fedya's territory, a "specialist" of breaking people by simply knowing them thoroughly and choosing the right words. But now we gained new info: even in close combat, apparently, Fedya is not to be underestimated. That was a rather strong kick, anyway. But more importantly, he completely turned the tables in a situation where he would be in a total disadvantage. * chef's kiss * that was very bungou stray dogs of him.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd sigma #stopped working on my PhD to indulge in ritualic chants and expressions of love and devotion towards BSD's greatest character #the man himself #it's always Fedya #my love knows no death #yes I even typed these tags out for Eliott #I hope she has been a good circus ghost #but even is she was a bad or absent circus ghost I forgive her #she is the best and you agree #unless you think I am the best and in that case you're right lol #this was your daily dose of sensible ENTPs faking a massive ego #if you have questions please reply here or send an ask but dont stress the funky dove mystic messenger #we are both vanishing ENTPs like the Queens song Now Im Here Now Im There #i will still not be on my blog till a long time I have a PhD to write #no an ACTUAL PhD not my marriage proposal PhD that is already posted #but that one I will update too after more chapters pile up - maybe in November

[lana0120]

A bittersweet evening

Fem!reader X Alhaitham

Genre : angst/fluff

Warnings : mentions of aphrodisiac/kind of bullying

Today was a really tiring day you felt so exhausted from the overwork, but you had one more commision to finish you had to do a food delivery. you didn't know why would someone commission such a thing but you just went with it.

when you arrived you saw a lady she was dressed in a fancy strapless bandeau mini red dress which was hugging her body and her hair was styled in a bun with bunch of hair accessories on it, she looked at you up and down and started laughing you were confused at her actions but either way you asked

"excuse me are you miss kat?"

She looked at you with an annoyed expression

"it's Katy not kat. And pleasure to see you too I am Katy a very dear friend of Alhaitham~ katy Dawson sounds familiar?"

she has a mischievous grin, and it all suddenly hit you she was Alhaitham's ex girlfriend that his parents forced him to date no wonder you got such a weird request she just wanted to make fun of you, you felt so pissed so you walked two steps closer to her

"Miss I'm only here to deliver your food not to chitchat"

as you handed her the delivery and wanted to leave she tried to push, you pushed her hand away as self defence and she fell with all the food Spilled on her, you almost giggled at her state but suddenly you heard an unexpected voice it was your lover's voice he came running and the moment that lady saw him she switched up

"oh Alhaitham your he-"

as you were about to wave at him that lady cried out

"OH HAITHAM YOU'RE FINALLY BACK as I was sitting here waiting for you this disrespectful lady came up to me and threw all the food on me I can't express how terrified I was thankfully you're here~"

she said as she eyed you Alhaitham ran to help her up and clean her dress you felt so disgusted as if you were about to threw up then he ran up to you and held you by your shoulders

"[NAME]I know doing commissions might be tiring but you didn't have to go that far although she is my ex this women is a family friend "

you stood there with a confused expression

"huh...no no don't tell me you actually believed he-" he cut you off and removed his hands away "[NAME] doing this won't fix the situation please go apologise"

you frowned at his words

"what?! no I won't I haven't done anything to apologise for in fact she is the one supposed to apologise she almost-"

and just when you were about to finish talking the women jumped out of her seat and yelled

"AHEM I am not gonna sign up to this business contract anymore not until I hear a 'sorry'from a certain someone....but oh well you'll find me in the club if you want to give a proper apology I might change my mind"

the last sentence was whispered in Haitham's ear but it was loud enough for you to hear you felt really bad and disgusted you couldn't believe what have just happened you were deep In your thoughts then suddenly Alhaitham spoke *sight*

"I have no choice but to go and apologise for what you've done, you go home first I'll come back later"

You were speechless but you didn't want to explain anymore since he wouldn't believe you anyway.

~

You were laying on bed pillow wet with tears and you couldn't fall asleep so you turned on the lights and decided to read a book you finished all your books so all you had was one of Alhaitham's books you started reading it then you heard the lock of the door you closed the book and turned off the lights quickly but when Alhaitham came in you smelled a very strange smell on him he was heavily breathing too when you got up you saw him sweating and breathing fast then he sat next to you struggling to speak

"love look at me love please that disgusting woman made me drink an aphrodisiac t-thankfully I noticed before d-drinking the whole thing and left she tricked me and I believed her w-words I'm r-eally sorry I ugh am a j-jerk I'm a moron you can hit me if you want.."

tears fell off your eyes as he spoke you knew he wouldn't do anything bad but tears couldn't help but fall from your eyes as a stinging sensation built up in your chest

"no no don't cry dear I would rather die than see your tears please don't cry"

he said as he was wiping the tears out of your face with his thumb, you went to the kitchen and brought some water and a calmer(medicine? idk 😔) then came back and gave it to him then you both layed down and cuddled he was still apologizing and asking if you wanted to hit him but all you done was chuckle as you said quietly

"you better treat me to dinner later for this"

he giggles voice raspy from the medicine

"anything for you darling just say the word"

That was the last thing he said before holding you tightly against him and falling asleep~

Note

I hope this was good and I hope you like it please request if you wanted me to write a fanfic of any character!

Have a lovely day <3

#genshin impact #alhaitham #sumeru #genshin imagines #alhaitham x reader #fem!reader #fanfics #genshin fluff #angst #fluff #your name #reader x character

[redgoldsparks]

I was very excited to get to contribute to this wonderful zine, Songs For 2022! Ten artists all contributed a playlist of songs, a little artist statement on the meaning behind the choices, and a beautiful fold-out cover art!

It’s risograph-printed, 4 x 4 inches, 24 (or 48 depending on how you count them) pages, beautifully printed by Colour Code Printing in Canada and assembled by hand in Vermont.

It features art and playlists by Carey Pietsch @careydraws, Kendra, Kat @ocicatsy-sfw, Maia Kobabe, Dylan Edwards @dylanndr, Ben Wilgus, Orcamode, sfè r. monster @sfemonster, and SWS @swsearle, with design and illustration by Kori Michele @tumblngkori. You can find copies for sale at Kori’s online shop and you can listen to my playlist (all kpop) here. My artist statement under the cut.

It’s almost impossible to overstate how much kpop music has come to mean to me, especially since the start of the pandemic. Before covid, I was already a listener and casual fan. The bright pop beats kept my energy up, and the Korean lyrics didn’t distract my brain while trying to write in English. During social distancing, kpop music and fandom dominated my free time and media consumption, and looking forward to new music videos and online concerts filled my otherwise empty calendar. I participated in passionate, lively conversations with other fans online. Now I have turned many of these internet connections into IRL friendships. This summer, I looked around a car full of friends road tripping from SF to LA for a kpop concert and realized every single one of us had met online through kpop. Without this music, I wouldn’t have any of these very dear people in my life today. 

This playlist has some of my very favorite songs of the past few years. Each one sparkles and bubbles like champagne in my ears, makes me sway in my seat, and close my eyes in pleasure. Even if you don’t regularly listen to kpop music, I highly recommend these songs. And if you like them– there’s so much more to discover!

#zine #playlist zine #zine collaboration #music #music zine

[needlesandnilbogs]

Notes on City Spies: Mission Manhattan

(copied from discord by way of blogspot)

P4: Kat is in fact 14 now.

P6 Sydney or Paris is 16. Also ily kat.

P8 awwwww Rio making a friend p11 lol mood

P12 oooh oh dear

P23 PERSON IN GLOBE?????

P33 ooh new motherism we love. Also I bet the bomb is in the tiara.

P37 and this dude would be in on it.

P53 another very Murderbot line.

P62 CAIRO NOOOOOO

P67 awwww, Rio has such a big heart I love him

P69 any time they play tourists things go wrong. Just saying.

P70 lol he named this lady after his editor

P76 lol James PONTI and the PONTE, hmmmm? Also I love kat so much

P78 clemmie?

P86 wait clemmie and mother never officially divorced? DUDE

P103 I LOVE BROOKLYN SO MUCH

P104-5 I LOVE KAT TOO MAYBE MORE THAN BROOKLYN

P106 TRU AND C ARE FRIENDS??????

P108 very diplomatic, Ponti.

P110 oh boy. Gertie, huh???

P114 tru is grandma now. Also fic this story

P130 lol that's such a sibling moment I'm love

P133 yes Monty, this is about the haggis (alas this means Monty doesn't keep kosher or else they get kosher haggis) (wait, is kat vegetarian? Look for textual support for this)

P136 oh dear... this is not going to lead to PROBLEMS, is it?

P139 awwwwwwwww

P145 awww more support for my brooklyn&beny family fics

P168 oh NICE ONE PARIS SO PROUD

P175 oh no the clemmie sads but also MONTY CALLED MOTHER CAIRO'S DAD TO ALL THEIR FACES IT'S PROGRESS

P186 note to self Brooklyn, beny, kat pov of that missing scene

P192 FINALLY RIO RECRUITMENT

P207 RIO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

P224 oh boy

P233 YESSSS KAT

P244 Rio I love you so much

P246 yet again the nautilus shows up

P271 OH NO I HOPE EVERYONES OKAY

P316 oh nooooo

P318 it has been 13 months since start of book 1

P323 awww at least he's being honest about it?

P326 nooooo!!!

P330 patience and fortitude.... yesssssssss paciencia y fortaleza

P344 I love when the adults have fun with things and also when Monty's just like yeah there's the confident kids I'm raising, tell me what's going on, and SHES PROUD OF PARIS AAAAAA

P353 I love you Sydney

P372 OH THERES THAT LINE I LOVE U RIO

P379 YESS YES YES STACKS FTW THEY SAVED THE DAY WITH LIBRARY POWER

P381 YESSSS REAL NAME THIS GIRL

P384 "kat, you're incredible" "I get that a lot" LOVE LOVE LOVE ON ALL PARTS AND IM SO PROUD OF MY GIRLIE

p389 lolllll Mrs. G best new character now

P394 I LOVE YOU BEATRIZ

P399 lol C ily

P406 ohhhh clemmie. Oh boy. Well, that's a sequel hook. (not evil au when)

Team eval notes: awwwww Cairo's getting to know them!!! I need to write this scarab in universe fic tho. Also!!! Kat being kind with primes!!!!!!!

DONE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. Total time 2hrs 5 min.

I also wish to make clear that I have about half of that missing scene written and it is eventually going to make it to ao3

#city spies #reading #geeking out

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Sorry for the fake nerd post lol Quick trip to Cabaret with Eddie Redmayne, who started performing on NY Broadway in April ✨️ Eddie Redmayne is the MC of Cabaret!? And this performance made the blood of a former nerd viewer. Cabaret itself is a performance that depicts the relationships and love patterns of those living in boring Berlin under Nazi Germany to be radical and black, so it can be a little difficult to deal with, but still I love the catchy songs of Cabaret.. (Please see posts with music 🎶)!

Eddie Redmayne's role as the MC in Cabaret is a strange, comedic, strangely difficult role as a philanthropist. I was amazed by the breadth of his acting skills in the movie "All About Lily", so I couldn't help but wait to see how he would play the MC! And of course, not to disappoint, his MC performance was fantastic. Bend your knees and your fingertips, are you really that kind Eddie Redmayne? Strangeness that makes you think. But with a slightly husky voice, Eddie Redmayne! It will happen! Lol and he was quite fit (when he appeared in one of the heart-shaped pants, he didn't think he was a friend: "Eh!! It's heavy!" With the "pussy" 🤣)

The stage show was absolutely brilliant! First swipe the ticket at the entrance leads to the neon-lit red and black corridor. From now on, there will be a ban on filming, stickers on the back of the camera...... Shots of 🥃 are given everywhere we go, and in a mysterious space where the dancers let loose. The Kit Kat Club on stage from the moment you entered the theater. Don't forget if you can go because the show starts at 8pm but these entertainments start at 7pm. I've already had a lot of fun!!

And finally the unforgettable memories...... While waiting for the show, Eddie Redmayne came to say hello✨️ Of course, he took my iPhone to autograph with me😭 A British gentleman who is as smooth as you can imagine♡ He is only in NY can you meet such fantastic stars!! After that, I chilled with my friends in the comfort of my daydreams lol. I'm still a little crazy lol. I want to see his works from now on.

Thanks to my dear friend for coming! Thanks also to all the adoptive dads! Lol this was an unforgettable memory of New York ✨️

sorry I used google trans for English.

thanks to https://www.instagram.com/p/C5kSKxDOvKE/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

#eddie redmayne #cabaret new production #cabaret nyc #the emcee #fan adventure #august wilson #theatre #nyc #eddie redmayne cabaret

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Not Even If You Tried - Darby x Emery

I alluded to this last night. Here it is.

My heart-wrenching dream-turned-chapter that spiraled at the beginning into something else (thanks to the Bucks).

Part of my series ' Dark Angel of the Bullet Club '

Word Count: 3,802

Warnings: Swearing, dark thoughts and spiraling/depression-like moment (briefly). Matt and Nick are assholes. Darby's precious. And tooth-rotting fluff at the end. (as demanded by Kat to make up for the tears this will probably cause ya'll)

Also, I allude to another chapter that I am currently writing -- ironically, another Darby x Emery one -- where he helps her get control over the Dark Angel and Sinister Angel personalities. Obviously, it worked. lol There is also a part I allude to Emery having previously hurt Matt and Nick? It's a part of the same fic (as mentioned above, Darby x Emery) where it explains that. Basically, it was due to Sinister having come out-- and Sinister doesn't care if friend or foe, she'll fuck shit up.

Tag List: @katries @rainries @mrsmatt @summertimefun1982

(divider)

To say she was lost was an understatement. No, make it the understatement of the year- and for fucks sake, it was only March. Lost, hurt, confused – even a bit angry. Those were the emotions swirling about Emery, especially over the last month. With everything going on between her friends—and people she thought were her friends—there was zero time or room for her to focus on her own matches. Now sitting at a record of 2 wins and 3 losses, Emery was almost certain she wouldn’t see a title picture any time soon.

Strangely enough, it didn’t bother her too much. Not having to worry about a title shot left her with time to worry about her friends, and lately, that was a full-time job itself. But the more she worried about them, the more she wondered if that was the right thing to do. With the building worry over those she held dear, the more her anxiety and panic rose. Thankfully—with Darby’s help—Emery had been able to successfully keep control over both Dark and Sinister. Now, she need not worry about one of those personalities taking over her soul and she could go about her life, her matches, her own way.

“I need some air,” Emery sighed, standing up from the table in catering. Kris and Willow looked up at her, faces full of worry.

“You gonna be good?” Kris asked.

“Want us to come with? We totally can-“ Willow offered, giving a soft smile.

“No, no—I—“ Emery breathed, wrapping her arms around her midsection, “I’m okay, don’t worry. I just need a moment to collect my thoughts…”

“Alright,” nodded Kris.

“We’re here if you need us,” Willow added.

Feeling the lump in her throat, Emery could only give the two a brief nod before turning and walking through the back halls. As much as she appreciated their kindness and worry- right now, Emery just desperately wanted her friends. Her familial friends. Ones she had relied on since she came into the business. Ones that—

“Emery! Just the girl we were looking for.”

Speak of some of the devils.

Slowly turning around, Emery watched as Nick and Matt walked up to her, clad in some new outlandish colored suits, ridiculous hats to match.

“Something I can do for you, Nick? Err—Nicholas.”

The pointed glare from both of them at the name usage quickly morphed into almost forced smiles as Matt waved his hand dismissively.

“We won’t hassle you about the name thing—this time,” Matt winked as if it were some joke between them.

“But now that you asked—yeah, there is something we need,” Nick smirked deviously, “Coffee. You know what we like. Here’s a fifty. Get yourself something while you’re at it, our treat!”

“Yeah, those bags under your eyes? Looks like you could use the caffeine,” Matt continued, laughing along with his brother.

“You’re turning me into an errand girl? For some---coffee?!” Emery asked incredulously, her hands falling to her sides.

“Um, yeah? Look—we’re busy here, trying to improve the show- the company. It desperately needs it, too. So do us a favor—get the coffee,” Matt shrugged, throwing in, “Maybe, when you get back, we can discuss putting you in a Champions Eliminator match. See if you can even win that.”

Emery was at a complete loss for words. These two were like brothers to her. They had been there since the get-go. Helped train her--- after Kyle, of course. Not once had they ever used her as an errand girl or a bag handler.

“We’ll be in our office when you get back,” Matt said as he walked off, sliding his hands into his pant pockets.

“Try not to take too long,” Nick chuckled, reaching up with his hands and gently patting her cheeks a few times, before following after his brother.

He did not just---

Emery stood there, shaking as she felt the anger in her rising from her toes all the way to her head.

I can take care of them, whispered Sinister, who clawed at the opportunity to come out and play.

Shaking her head, Emery balled up her fists—the fifty dollar bill in her right-hand crumpling.

No. Matt and Nick were still in there. They were still the guys she loved. She would not hurt them—not again.

No.

Quickly, without thought, Emery turned and bolted down the halls, heading to the only person she had left right now.

Darby.

Despite all the shit that had gone down the last two months between the Bucks, Darby, and Sting- Emery was relieved that Darby still let her into his life. It would have been all too easy for him to turn his back on her, the “Bucks Little Sister” as she had become known over the years. The thought reminded her of when Yuta had turned his back on her and it sent a sharp pain through her heart. Shaking it off, Emery rounded a corner and saw the locker room that he should be in. Upon knocking, though, and a quick peek in, she saw it was empty.

With a sad sigh, Emery looked down at her hand where the money was still crumpled up.

“Guess I’m going for coffee.”

Thirty minutes later, the brunette walked in through the parking area, holding a to-go container with three coffees. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe the coffee would help her. With everything going on, it had been difficult for Emery to get a decent night's sleep. Usually, she’d snuggle up to Kenny or Hangman- or Riley, if he was ever in the same town as her. However, Hangman had been having his own issues with Swerve as of late and completely losing his mind. Kenny—with the injuries and emergency surgery…. Well, Emery didn’t want to bother him too much. Plus, she was constantly out on the road while Kenny was back home. Even her best friends (aptly named) Orange and Chuck were cuddle buddies of hers, but they, too, have had a lot going on. Emery had debated messaging them a few times, but each time she would be about to hit the ‘send’ she’d hesitate, feeling like she was bothering them. The messages would end up deleted, and Emery would suffer another night of restless sleep.

Lost in thought, Emery wasn’t aware of the pale blue eyes on her- until he stepped in front of her path, cutting her off with a soft smirk.

“Hey,” was Darby’s simple introduction.

Stopping short so that she didn’t run into him, not wanting to spill the coffee all over his shirt, Emery focused her attention and looked into his eyes. The second she did, giving their eyes a moment to read each other, his smile fell as he picked up on something wrong.

“Hardy said he saw you come to my room a bit ago— sorry I wasn’t in. Had to go to the ring to do a promo. You good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah- yeah, no. I’m…. good.” Emery nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and looking away from his gaze. A gentle finger hooked under her chin and brought her eyes back to his as Darby studied her closely. His thumb gently brushed her cheek, his own way of showing her affection. A brief moment of silence passed between them until he pulled away and looked down at the coffee in her hands.

“All for you?” Darby questioned, raising an eyebrow, “Thought you needed to take it easy on coffee—the shakes and shit that caffeine was giving you?”

“Yeah, no—uh…. This one is mine… decaf,” Emery told him, carefully shifting her hands to use a thumb and pointing to one of the cups.

“And the other two?”

“M-Matthew and Nicholas gave me some money to get them—”

“They sent you on a fuckin’ coffee run?” Darby interrupted, raising an eyebrow once again, before rolling his eyes with a scoff, “Fuck that shit.”

Darby reached up and pried Emery’s cup out of the holder before easing the four-cup holder out of her hand and replacing it with her cup of coffee. Wordlessly, he turned around and walked over to the large garbage can in the hall, unceremoniously dropping the two coffees into it with a satisfied smirk.

“They can get their own damned coffees—just like they used to,” Darby said as he walked back over to Emery, who stood there with a shocked expression on her face. As upset as she wanted to be—looking at him to scold him for the waste—she found herself gently smiling instead, catching the look of mischief written across Darby’s face.

“Now that you’re not laden down with extra coffee—you wanna come out to my place this weekend? Planning to do a bonfire, probably do some skate stunts – and I could use a beautiful model for some new Hoodlum merch,” he smirked playfully.

“You shameless flirt,” Emery chuckled, “Your honeyed words won’t work on me that easily. What else you got?”

“Mmm, playing hard to get, eh? Okay---” Darby licked his lips, “The puggles would love to see you again. Pretty sure the lil’ guys miss you more than they do me.”

“Bonfires and puppy dogs!? Sold!”

“Oh- so you want to see the dogs and not me, eh? I see how it is,” he recoiled playfully before turning solemn and adding, “At least I know that they’ll be cared for if something happens to me next month.”

Instantly, the blood ran cold in Emery’s veins as she realized what Darby was alluding to. His climb on Mount Everest.

“Darby—do you really have to do this? I mean—you’re pretty banged up—”

Before Darby could respond, though, his eyes flickered over Emery’s shoulders as distant voices got louder.

“—when that would be--- Ah! Emery, there you are!” Matt’s voice rang out, stopping just behind her. She could tell by Darby’s narrowed and emotionless eyes that the Bucks were staring him down. A tense moment passed before he looked at her again, giving her an apologetic shrug.

“I’ll catch ya later.”

With that, Emery felt the brief warmth she had gained five minutes previous leave her as Darby walked away. The further he walked, though, the more her thoughts began to race, and she could feel the panic starting to tighten around her lungs, her heart beginning to race.

What if he doesn’t come back? What if he gets on that plane to go to the Himalayas but doesn’t get on the return plane? What if something comes up and she’s not able to make it to his place this weekend—and she can’t see him next week on the show—and this is the last time she sees him? What if---

“—our coffee?” Nick’s distant voice was asking, but Emery wasn’t able to pay any attention to the words. The cup of coffee that was in her hand was plucked out of her grip, to which she was barely aware of. The snapping of fingers in front of her face finally brought her out of her spiral and as she turned around she saw Matt’s look of disgust as he spat out the sip of coffee he had taken from her cup.

“Eck, that’s terrible!” he exclaimed, before tossing it in the same garbage can that Darby had dumped theirs.

“We see you got coffee—what happened to ours?” Nick asked her.

“Sorry it… spilled… on the way here….”

“Spilled?” Matt questioned, disbelieving and with a look of disappointment on his face. “So you didn’t go back and get a replacement?”

Emery’s mind was still reeling with the thoughts of losing Darby, so she couldn’t even muster up an answer to him.

“Jeez Emery,” Nick rolled his eyes, “Worst intern ever.”

“Yeah—forget about that championship eliminator match,” Matt waved his hand as if shooing away a bug.

“You know what, Matthew? I’m feeling a little peckish,” Nick stated, looking at his brother.

“Now that you mention it- I could use a bite to eat. Emery—”

“Get it yourself.”

The simple statement that fumbled from her mouth stopped both brothers in their tracks.

“Excuse us?”

“Do you remember who you’re talking to here? We’re the EVP’s—”

“Oh my God—shut up—just SHUT UP!” Emery exclaimed, finally fixing her gaze on them. Both of their eyes had gone wide in shock at her outburst, but something in her had snapped. Emery didn’t care, though; she was done.

“What the hell happened to the two of you, huh?! You go away for a couple of months and then come back all high and mighty—” Emery gestured towards them and their suits, “—I am your Goddamn friend—the person you claimed as a sister as far back as 2017—and you’re treating me like absolute shit right now! Don’t you see I have enough going on right now?! I don’t need this! My whole life—for the past 6 months—feels like it has been slowly crumbling down around me, and two of the people that are usually always there for me have been nowhere to be found!”

The longer she vented her frustrations, the more her eyes welled up with tears that she desperately tried to hold back, but at some point, it became too much, and they began to roll down her face.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you two—but I can NOT deal with this right now! I—I’m done—I--- Find someone else to fetch your damn food and your damn coffee. Hell—find--- find someone---” Emery felt her throat trying to close up, a part of her begging her not to say the words she was about to, but they still fell from her lips, “—Find someone else to be your sister—!”

A ragged gasp of air escaped her throat as she turned on her heels and blindly raced away, the tears falling freely from her eyes and clouding her vision. The Bucks stood there, flabbergasted at what had just transpired.

“Matthew—”

“No, no. It’s okay. She’ll be fine, Nicholas,” Matt shook his head, trying to convince not only his brother but himself, “Just… give her some time.”

Maybe she would be better off without them, a part of him wondered before they turned in unison back down the hall and disappeared.

Two hours later, Emery sat in the shower stall of her hotel room, knees up to her chest as the water cascaded down around her. Kris had found her outside the arena, leaning against a brick wall, cheeks stained with tears- and wordlessly helped her up into her rental. All Kris asked her was if she needed a doctor- to which Emery slowly shook her head no.  Upon getting into her room, she had aimlessly stood in the center for a while before slowly peeling off her clothing and getting into the shower.

Her mind felt like it was racing—but it was blank. Painfully blank.

She had attempted to clean herself, but all the energy had left her, so instead, she slumped down to the floor and just sat there.

She had no one now…..

Everyone was gone…..

For the first time in ten years, she was alone…..

Her thoughts began to turn dark and she could feel herself crawling towards that dark rabbit hole. A familiar feeling…. A painful…. Scared feeling….

Call…. Call them….

Call who?

Matt and Nick?

They didn’t care…. She had burned that bridge now….

As she sat there, the water began to soothe her in its own tranquil way. A single image flashed across her mind. One person.

Go.

“I--- I cant…. Lose him…. I—”

Go.

The persistent desire and need to be near him started to slowly uncloud her mind. Her arm slowly reached up and turned off the faucet. Carefully, Emery pushed herself off the slick tile floor and reached for a towel. The more she focused on him, the clearer she began to think—which let her think back to all the small moments shared between them. He was chaos and untamed fearlessness- but at the same time, he calmed her racing mind, brought peace to her dark thoughts. He helped her be a better person—made her want to be a better person.

Without him…. Where would she be?

Twenty minutes later, hair still dripping wet, Emery stood in the hall outside of another hotel room. It was mostly silent around her—and for a moment, she thought perhaps he had already gone to bed—but then in the near distance, she heard the soft sounds of water shutting off.

Pausing for only a minute longer, Emery finally reached forward and gently knocked on the door in front of her. Movement could be heard from within, before the sliding of a lock and then the door slowly opening.

“Hey, out late---” Darby began to smile, but it faltered as his eyes raked over her. Wordlessly, he reached out a hand and took hers, gently pulling her into the room with him, shutting the door behind Emery.

Darby’s mouth opened as he attempted to say something, but what could he say? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make whatever was wrong worse.

“H-how can I help?” he finally whispered.

Emery looked up from the floor, finally looking into his eyes as her own teared up once more.

“Hold me,” she choked out as the tears fell down her face. Without hesitation, Darby reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. The warmth from his shirtless chest brought a wave of calm to her. Laying her head in the crook of his neck, her arms folded up between them as his drew soothing circles on her back. It was everything she didn’t realize she needed.

“I—I’m here.”

That simple phrase, meant to help soothe her—actually broke her heart more, and she pulled away from him. Confusion crossed his features as he looked at her with his blue eyes.

“…. But you won’t be….. You’ll be gone…. Climbing a mountain….. a dangerous…. Life-taking mountain….. Why? Why do you have to do this?”

“Why not?” Darby responded, “Mer—you know me. You now how I am. I do dangerous stupid shit all the time. You watched me drive a small ass trike with a fractured arm. It’s just…. Who I am.”

Emery wrapped her arms around her abdomen and walked past him into the room, trying to hold back more tears.

“I just….” She whispered, a few stray tears falling down her face, “I don’t think you understand…. how scared I am of losing you….”

Darby felt his lungs constrict as he looked at her, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat.

“I—I’ll be back… before you know it. Besides, you’re not here alone. You’ve got friends to keep you busy.”

“Do I?!” Emery questioned, her voice breaking as she spun around to face him. The look of pure heartache he saw in her expression hit him hard.

“Darby--- you…. You are all I have right now. Kenny’s out for who knows how long…. Hangman has done lost his mind—the Bucks have turned into people I don’t recognize anymore--- Wardlow’s turned into someone I don’t know….. Adam’s changed--- Kyle’s got no return in sight…. Yuta’s---” Emery’s voice broke upon bringing up her one-time friend; squeezing her eyes shut briefly, she continued, “Orange and Chuck will be out with their injuries for a while…. Britt’s been gone for a while with no return in site--- You. You are all I have--- and…. And I’m terrified I could lose you…. Permanently. I don’t…. I don’t think I could stomach that--- I’d be lost…. Without you…. In my life.”

The tears were falling freely once more- and for the first time in a long time, Darby was completely lost for words. To think he had this kind of impact on anyone… wasn’t something he thought would ever happen. He closed the distance between the two of them, one hand wrapping around Emery’s waist, the other going behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. Without thinking about it, her arms snaked around him and pulled him close—but she felt him tense up and a small huff of air leave his nose.

That’s when she realized.

“Shit—your stitches—!” Emery cried apologetically, attempting to pull back from Darby, but he held fast to her, not letting any space come between them.

“I don’t fuckin’ care about the stitches, Mer—” he breathed out a chuckle, “I care about you. Wrap your arms around me. Now. Tonight. For the next couple weeks. Remember me.”

Shakily, her arms gently wrapped around his back once more, as he leaned his head down into the crook of her neck; his warm breath tickled her as he spoke.

“Everest…. It’s a beast—I know the risks, believe me, I know. But this is something I have to do.”

“I—I know there’s no changing your mind… and I don’t want you to resent me for making you stay…. Just, please—promise me…. Promise me you wont do anything reckless on the climb? Just--- carefully climb up, get to the summit, and carefully get back…..”

“I can’t promise that I’ll come back—not alive,” Darby whispered, and as he felt her about to interrupt, quickly continued, “BUT—I can promise you I won’t do anything too reckless while I’m there. Especially…. Especially since you’re waiting here for me to come back…..”

Emery nodded as much as she could against him, before feeling him chuckle against her.

“Besides…. Pretty sure that if I did die up there—you’d hunt down my frozen corpse and kick my ass for doing something reckless.”

As much as she didn’t want to, Emery felt herself let out a few soft laughs of her own. Darby pulled back from her just a few inches and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t care what I have to do—or how I have to do it—I’ll fight tooth and nail to come back. That I can promise you. You ain't getting rid of me, not even if you tried.”

“Good,” Emery softly smiled, leaning into his hands as they cupped her face. His thumbs began to wipe away the tears that had fallen before he leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

“Stay the night?” Darby asked her, a small smile crossing his face at her nod.

That night, Emery slept soundly as she lay curled up in his embrace.

Peacefully.

Her mind was at ease for the first time in months.  

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