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ginnsbaker · 2 months

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (1/?)

“I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand,” you say, hands retreating into the pockets of your white coat. Leigh takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knows will be a difficult conversation.

“I recently found out that my husband was cheating on me,” she says, her green eyes boring into yours. “With you.” Or the one where you fall in love with the widow of an ex-lover you never knew was married.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 6k+ | Warnings: None for now | A/N: I wrote about 30k words of the Succession Wanda but hit a wall in terms of plot progression. So that's on hold. Allow me to apologize with this two-shot. P.S. I've always wanted to write for Leigh, and this idea came out of nowhere. Loosely based on canon.

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Leigh wakes up in a bed that’s not hers for the first time in months, and the unfamiliar scent of freshly cut grass and cedarwood almost immediately overwhelms her senses, suffocating her with its cloying sweetness.

“Jules?” she croaks out, her mind clawing its way through the fog. When it lifts a few seconds later, Leigh realizes where she is and what she’s done.

And how she’s very, very naked underneath the sheets.

The person lying next to her in the bed starts to move. Right away, she knows it's not her sister, unless she's somehow caught up in a prank she doesn't find amusing at all. And so, she braces herself for her dead husband’s brother's voice to shatter the silence.

But it never comes. Instead, an arm drapes itself across her stomach, pulling her towards warmth. Leigh gets the sudden urge to vomit, except she skipped dinner and there isn’t anything to bring up. Last night, in a desperate attempt to fill the void left by Matt's absence, she had reached out to someone she shouldn't have. Someone Leigh didn’t even like to begin with. A knot tightens further in her stomach as she considers what her husband’s ghost would think.

Would he approve? Would he feel betrayed or disgusted as she does?

Careful not to disturb Danny, who still sleeps soundly beside her, Leigh slips out of bed with the grace of a cat. She gathers her clothes from the floor and dresses herself with heavy limbs, each garment reminding her of how Danny had taken them off her body.

As messed up as it sounds, Leigh can't help but draw parallels between him and Matt. They share the same blood, but there's not a single trait in Danny that triggers memories of Matt. With Danny, it's all about his own desires, his movements reflecting his wants. But with Matt, it's like he's always bending to Leigh’s will, submitting to her.

It tears Leigh’s heart anew.

As she finishes dressing, Leigh glances around searching for her watch. She second-guesses whether she even wore it last night, the disarray of her thoughts mirrored in the disarray of the room. Her eyes scan the bedside table, the floor, and the dresser, but there's no sign of the timepiece.

A sudden sound from Danny startles her, and she freezes in place. She doesn't believe she can prevent herself from literally bolting out of the house if he so much as breathes her name. She’s rooted in her spot however, waiting for his breathing to steady, her heart pounding in her ears. Only when she's certain he's in a deep slumber does she release a pent-up breath, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. In that moment, she mentally curses herself once more, acutely aware of the mess she's created, before tiptoeing towards the bedroom door and abandoning the search for her watch altogether.

As she considers her options, she entertains the idea of escaping town altogether. Maybe if she leaves, she can avoid Danny for the coming days, possibly forever. Leigh wonders if she ever made Matt feel this trapped, inadvertently pushing him to leave in the only way he knew she could never follow.

Several days after ignoring Danny’s calls and attempts to talk to her, he retaliates by telling her the most absurd thing about his brother.

He tells Leigh she wasn’t the only one. There had been two others in the last year.

And the last one, he fell for hard. Or at least that’s what Danny believes.

“I don’t believe you,” she says, her eyes beginning to sting a little. “If you think making me hate Matt would change my mind about us, then—”

“I’m not trying to manipulate you, Leigh,” Danny interrupts calmly, shaking his head. “I just believe you deserve to know the truth. Maybe it'll help you stop blaming yourself and move on.”

“It just seems a little too convenient that this 'truth' works in your favor to tarnish Matt's reputation, doesn't it?” Leigh points out with a humorless smile. She’s always thought the worst of Danny, but she never imagined he’d go as far as fabricating a story just to get her on his side.

“I understand your skepticism, I do. I couldn’t believe it at first either,” he says, his gaze dropping to the ground as if the transgression he’s confessing were his own, not Matt’s. “But think about it. Have you ever walked in on Matt just as he's ending a call? Noticed how he's suddenly started spending more time at work, consistently twice a week? And what about his sudden interest in going to the gym and being conscious about what he eats? These are all signs, Leigh.”

His words push her to think about it, even though she doesn't want to. Leigh starts to reflect on how Matt had stopped leaving his phone unattended during showers, how he had suddenly logged off his social media accounts from her laptop, or the noticeable enhancement of his physique—all juxtaposed against a lingering decrease in his appetite for intimacy with his wife.

“I…” Leigh hesitates, searching for a rebuttal but finding none. Then Danny gives her a look—one of pity and longing that makes her want to crawl out of her skin—and suddenly she finds herself vehemently denying all of it.

“I still don’t believe you,” she says, desperately clinging to the last shreds of the illusion she had crafted around her marriage.

Danny's expression remains unreadable and it drives her further up the wall. “Fine. Believe what you want, Leigh. I'm just trying to look out for you.”

Leigh's jaw tightens. “Regardless of what you say—whether it’s real or not—I know what I want, and it's not to be with you.”

He keeps up the stony facade, opting instead to pull a card out of his wallet and hand it to her. Leigh accepts the card, her fingers quivering, as a solitary tear finally breaks free and trails down her cheek.

Danny begins to reach out, intending to brush away her tear, but hesitates at the last moment, withdrawing his hand.

“See for yourself. Goodbye, Leigh.”

Just two days later, Leigh finds herself in front of the small animal clinic you own, situated a short walk away from Beautiful Beast—the fitness studio her mom owns and where she works.

Though the sun hangs low in the sky, she's been awake long before it began to rise. She waits for the receptionist to flip the sign from “Sorry, we’re closed” to “Come in, we’re open,” ignoring the curious glance directed her way when the receptionist notices she isn’t accompanied by a furry companion. With a determined smile on her lips, Leigh pushes open the door and steps into the clinic knowing she'll leave it with answers—whatever they might be.

The receptionist looks up from her computer, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern when she sees the look on Leigh's face. “Can I help you?”

Leigh clears her throat, trying to steady her voice. She tells her she’s looking for you, her words coming out in a rush.

The receptionist furrows her brow. “Do you have an appointment?”

Leigh shakes her head, blinking rapidly as she comes up with an excuse. “No, it's... it's urgent,” she stammers. “I need to speak to her right away.”

The receptionist appears mildly annoyed, but it doesn’t faze Leigh in the slightest. “I'll check if she's available. Please take a seat,” she says.

Leigh nods mutely and sinks into one of the chairs. She clasps her hands together tightly in her lap, trying to quell the rising tide of panic threatening to consume her. She imagines Matt’s ghost watching her this very second, frowning at her doubts about their relationship by coming here in the first place.

And what if she’s wrong? What if Matt wasn’t cheating on her after all? But Leigh had to come here to put the issue to rest. Matt would understand why she needs to do this. He always did.

A few moments later, the door behind the reception desk opens and the receptionist emerges from it, motioning for Leigh to enter.

Leigh finds you standing behind your desk, your back to her, arranging a stack of medical records on the shelf.

“Dr. Y/N?” Leigh calls out softly.

You turn around at the sound of her voice, and when she sees you for the first time, Leigh immediately knows.

Danny was telling the truth. It takes everything in her not to break down in front of a stranger her husband fell in love with.

You, however, don’t recognize the woman standing before you, thinking perhaps she's simply one of your past clients. You offer Leigh a contrite smile. “You wanted to see me? Miss…?”

“Leigh Shaw.”

The name doesn’t ring a bell either, but you keep a friendly smile on your face.

Leigh hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice sounding fragile. “I need to talk to you about my husband,” she says, studying your clueless face. You're stunning and accomplished—a doctor and a businesswoman. You have a smile that could brighten even the darkest room.

Matt never stood a chance, did he?

“I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand,” you say, hands retreating into the pockets of your white coat.

Leigh takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knows will be a difficult conversation.

“I recently found out that my husband was cheating on me,” she says, her green eyes boring into yours. “With you.”

After leaving your clinic, Leigh heads straight to Matt’s grave, stomping angrily on the sparse sheet of grass that has begun to sprout from his resting place.

“You're such a fucking liar!” she spits out at the unsusceptible headstone, the heat of fury spreading through her veins and to every molecule in her body. The cold wind lashes through her hair as Leigh drops to her knees, feeling like the entire world is bearing down on her. She reaches out to touch the cold marble of the headstone, still seeking solace from the one who caused her so much hurt.

“Why, Matt?”

She knows there will be no answers—only the cold silence of death.

Leigh feels a surge of anger rise within her once more as she recalls the way you looked at her—the pain in your eyes when she revealed to you that Matt had died. What you two had was real, as real as what she had with him. She had been hoping it was at least just a fling, but alas, she couldn’t be further from her assumptions.

“I can't believe I ever loved you,” Leigh mutters bitterly. She wants to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all. But all she can do is clutch at the grass beneath her, her nails digging into the earth as if trying to anchor herself against the torrent of pain crippling her chest. Tears stream down her face as she finally collapses to the ground, assuming a fetal position, whispering, “I can't believe I still do.”

You continue to stare at the space that Leigh previously occupied for a good ten minutes, not moving an inch from where you stood—shocked, hurt, confused. Matt, the man you had been seeing, was dead. And not just dead, but married. Married to someone else, someone named Leigh Shaw, a name so important but he managed to hide from you for weeks.

Matt had never mentioned a wife, never wore a ring, never hinted at the existence of someone waiting for him at home. If he had, you would never have let him get as close to you like he did. You've always respected boundaries and families—and now you've discovered that unwittingly, you've destroyed one.

Leigh's departure was swift, just as soon as you confessed to having feelings for her husband and how Matt reciprocated those same feelings. Leigh, ruthless in her questioning, demanded to know if you had slept with Matt. You swore you never did, detailing how Matt abruptly ghosted you after your first kiss, leaving you with nothing but unanswered texts and missed calls.

You wanted so badly for Leigh to believe you, and you think she did. However, none of it mattered in the end. He cheated all the same. He hurt the woman he made a promise to love and stay faithful to.

Because of you.

You feel sickened by your own naivety; by the way you have allowed yourself to be fooled by his lies. And yet, amidst the anger and self-recrimination, there is a profound sense of loss. Despite the circumstances of your relationship, you had cared for Matt deeply. Maybe even loved him.

But how much of it was real? How much of it was not about him running from his problems with his wife and using you as a distraction? The ease with which he slipped out of your life suddenly fits into place.

While his passing deeply rattled you, it's now largely overshadowed by thoughts of his widow.

Leigh Shaw.

Earlier, even though you said sorry over and over, it felt like it wasn't enough, and you wanted to do more to make her feel better. What stopped you was the realization that you're likely the last person she would want comfort from. A sense of helplessness washes over you as you come to the conclusion that there's nothing you can do to undo the damage that's been done. Matt is gone, and Leigh's world has been shattered in ways you can't even begin to imagine.

Moving on from Matt is something you know you could do. He wasn’t the first person to break your heart, be it through deceit or demise. But the situation with Leigh is unfamiliar territory.

How do you fix this for her?

Will she even let you?

When Leigh tells Jules about Matt’s infidelity, her sister fixates on the detail that she slept with Danny. It’s not the response Leigh expected. She anticipated shock, and maybe even a bit of outrage on her behalf. But instead, Jules latches onto the one detail that seems to pale in comparison to the enormity of Matt's betrayal.

“But how could you?” Jules asks, her voice incredulous as she chews on a dumpling. “How could you sleep with Danny?”

Faced with her sister's disapproval, Leigh finds herself clamming up. “Are you kidding? I just told you that Matt was cheating on me, and your response is to judge me for hooking up with a single guy while I'm single?” Leigh retorts, hastily wiping her lips with a napkin.

Jules just shakes her head, putting down her chopsticks. “Leigh, I get it. Matt’s betrayal is awful, and you have every right to be angry. But the ‘single guy’ you hooked up with isn't just any guy, and you know it. You don't think it's weird? What would people think? That all this time, sleeping with your husband’s brother has always been an option?”

Leigh's eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, she's speechless. She hadn't—didn't want to entertain the idea of what sleeping with Danny would imply. She was chasing a feeling; any feeling that wasn’t emptiness. And with Danny, she did feel something, even if it was regret and shame. At least it proved she was still capable of feeling at all.

“It… just happened,” Leigh murmurs, rubbing her temples. Hollowness and migraines, she's almost forgotten.

“And? Is it going to be a ‘thing’?” Jules probes, eyebrows raised.

Leigh lifts her gaze, biting back a defensive retort. Instead she simply says, “Absolutely not.”

Jules seems satisfied with that, knocking back the rest of her beer. “Good.”

But as Jules moves on, Leigh’s left stewing in her own thoughts. Telling Jules felt like yelling into a void—exhausting and utterly pointless. Now she’s dreading the thought of breaking the news to Drew. If Jules’ reaction was any indication, she’s in for another round of disappointment.

Being a young widow already sets her apart, but nothing makes her feel more alone than her family's inability to truly grasp her grief. She guesses she's been feeling alone for years, long before Matt came into her life and subsequently left it.

Jules, catching the tail end of Leigh's distant look, leans in and asks, “So, what's the plan now? You still going to that grief counseling group? Danny's been showing up there, right?”

Leigh's gaze sharpens, a bit taken aback by the sudden shift back to practicalities. “Are you asking about my plans with Danny? Because I already told you, that's over. I'm never seeing him again.”

Jules raises her hands in a placating gesture, mindful that one wrong move could tip Leigh over the edge for good. “Not really, no. I'm asking if you're still keen on processing your grief. Now that it turns out Matt was... well, a snake.”

Jules calling Matt a snake doesn't sit well with Leigh even with his cheating coming to light. But she supposes it's Jules' way of being on her side every once in a while. It's a clumsy attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

“Yeah, I'm still going,” Leigh finally says, her gaze dropping to her lap before meeting Jules' eyes again. “Not for Danny, not for anyone else, but for me. Turns out, finding out your rotting husband was living a double life does a number on you. Who knew, right?”

Jules cracks a small, rueful smile at that and says, “Who knew indeed.”

Leigh thinks back to the time when she believed she knew Matt inside and out, a belief so deeply ingrained it felt like a cornerstone of her identity as his wife. She prided herself on their connection, convinced that they shared everything—every thought, every fear, every dream. It was a pride rooted in the belief that she knew him better than anyone else could, and he, her, in the same intimate manner.

It was the kind of recognition that’s not only about knowing his favorite color or the way he took his coffee. It’s deeper and more layered. She knew the exact tone of voice he'd use when he was about to apologize, the look in his eyes when he was holding back tears, the subtle shift in his posture when he was trying to be braver than he felt. And she thought he knew her just as intricately—the silent language of her sighs, the meaning behind her quietest smiles, the small, everyday details that they believed only they could understand about each other.

“It's hard, you know? Feeling like you're mourning someone who never really existed,” Leigh mumbles after a long pause.

“Yeah, I can't even imagine,” Jules responds, reaching across the table to give Leigh's hand a brief squeeze. “But I'm here, okay? Even if I don't always get it right.”

Jules, Drew, Danny, her mom—all of them—rarely get it right. It has always been Matt.

He has always been all she has and needed.

Even if Leigh wasn't aware that she was probably just getting his scraps.

Maybe it was me, Leigh keeps thinking over the next several days. Maybe I pushed him to it.

It doesn’t help that there’s a new member who has also been widowed, and she’s sharing about her late husband who had quite a number of mistresses throughout their eighteen years of marriage.

Leigh listens, her fingers twisted together in her lap, as the woman talks about the signs she missed, the lies she believed.

“I just keep thinking,” the woman's voice breaks, “if I'd been more attentive, more... I don't know, less demanding, maybe things would've been different.”

Maybe it was me, Leigh keeps screaming inside. Maybe I pushed him to it.

It took Leigh a long time to return to the apartment she shared with Matt after his passing.

Mostly, it's because Leigh found it difficult to confront the scattered remnants of him that would remain untouched in his absence. No longer would he be picking up his favorite shirt or completing another page of his crossword puzzle book. Yet, these belongings would remain his, just as Leigh felt she still belonged to him.

So it’s ironic that now, surrounded by the same belongings in her bedroom at her mother’s home, she's being overwhelmed by the impulse to turn them all into ashes. In a sudden frenzy, Leigh grabs a box and begins to throw everything inside. The sound of her ragged breathing fills the room, only matched by the soft thuds of objects landing in the cardboard.

“Stupid fucking toys!” she shouts, tossing a figurine with more force than necessary.

“And this shirt—what were you thinking?” She grabs a garishly patterned fabric, shaking it at the empty air as if expecting an answer.

Her voice cracks, “You're not even here, and you're driving me crazy!”

As Leigh's wrath burns through the remnants of Matt’s life, her thoughts take a dark turn. The things he owned, the pieces of his life flying from her hand—it all leads her back to the one person who had a piece of him, a piece that was never hers.

The thought of your face, the one that belonged to him too at one point, flashes in her mind, and she's on the edge of losing all control.

If only Leigh could throw you into the box too.

Finally, she finds the book he gave her for her last birthday, the one she never read, and for a moment, her movements pause. Then, with a cry of anguish, she tosses it in as well. When the box is full, she kicks it. Once, twice, thrice—each kick releasing a burst of pent-up fury until she's gasping for breath.

A knock at the door startles her. It's soft but persistent, making it obvious that whoever is outside has heard the commotion in her room. “Leigh, honey, are you done in there?” Amy's voice seeps through the wood.

Leigh wipes at her eyes. “Almost. I, uh… just give me a minute,” she calls back. She’s not done—not really. But she’ll probably set the house on fire if she doesn’t stop here.

Pushing herself up, Leigh opens the door. She knows the sight she presents isn't pretty—eyes swollen red, nose a mess, and those dark circles. But her mom has seen this look more times than either would care to count.

“You okay?” her mom asks, though the answer's written all over Leigh's face.

Leigh shakes her head, no energy to pretend.

“Want some breakfast?”

Again, “No,” slips out.

Then, “Need a ride to the studio?” her mom tries again.

“Yes,” Leigh finds herself saying, clinging to the offer like a lifeline, a small acknowledgment that life, somehow, must go on.

The following day, Leigh looks at the box, then at everything around her. She mutters, “Screw this,” and starts pulling everything out of the box, putting it all back where it came from.

Leigh's back at running, not because she loves it, but because the sun insists on poking her awake before the rest of the world stirs. It's an old hobby, dusted off to fill the gaping mornings before her first yoga class.

It’s easy to do because she realizes she’s good at it. Leigh’s only been at it for just a couple of weeks and already she's feeling fitter, faster. She likes the pain too, not being aware before that there are different kinds of pain, and some of them do feel good—addicting even.

Mid-thought, her routine jog takes a wild left turn: stranded in the middle of the bustling traffic is a French Bulldog, looking decidedly out of place. Ignoring the honks and the near misses, Leigh bolts across the street. It's a bit of a mad dash, dodging cars that are swerving and braking hard. She scoops him up in her arms and doesn’t stop to think about the close calls.

It hits her then—she's surprised at her own gutsiness, not even pausing to think that she could've been clipped by a car not paying attention. Maybe all this time spent wrestling with thoughts of death has brought her to a strange peace with it and is no longer scared of it. It's like she's danced with death so much, it's just another shadow she passes by—not something that paralyzes her in place anymore.

Leigh’s not sure if being this fearless is actually a good thing though.

After cooling her heels on the sidewalk for half an hour, with no owner in sight, she shrugs and decides he’s coming home with her.

Jules gives her a scrutinizing look the moment she walks in. “What, you went out for a run and decided to get a dog?”

“Rescue mission,” Leigh shoots back, setting the dog down. “Found him in the middle of Second Street. Seems he’s lost.”

Jules doesn't miss a beat, heading straight for the newcomer. She kneels, her hands gently petting the dog, her eyes softening in a way that Leigh rarely sees. The dog, clearly pleased with the attention, wags its tail vigorously. Her eyes are practically giving her away, so it sounds almost funny when she looks up at Leigh and says, “Just don't get too attached, okay?”

“I won’t, which is why I named him Visitor. It’s temporary,” Leigh says with a smile, looking very proud of the name she came up with.

Jules chuckles, standing up and brushing off her knees. “Nerd. Matt would've gotten a kick out of that.”

The room just freezes at the mention of his name. Talking about Matt is like walking into a glass door you didn't see.

Jules tries to backpedal, “Hey, sorry, I—” But Leigh's quick to brush it off with a shrug.

“Don't worry about it. Let's just figure out where Visitor here belongs, okay?”

As they refocus on Visitor, Jules can't help but notice the way the dog favors one leg as he trots over to sit snugly between Leigh's legs, looking up at her with those big, trusting eyes. “Looks like he's got a bit of a limp,” Jules points out.

Leigh frowns and leans down to get a closer look, her fingers gently probing around Visitor's leg until she finds a tender spot. The moment she applies a little pressure, Visitor yelps, pulling away sharply and retreating a few steps.

Jules winces at the reaction. “Yeah, that's not good. Maybe we should take him to a vet?”

Leigh can barely hold back a grimace as her brain immediately links you to the situation.

“What's wrong?” Jules notices the sudden shift in Leigh’s mood. “There's St. Mary's Animal Clinic nearby. I heard they're great.”

That's your clinic. Leigh's throat tightens at the thought, the memories of her visit flooding back. “Are there others around here?”

Jules looks puzzled at the question. “I mean, I can look it up, but what's wrong with St. Mary's?”

Leigh considers whether she should tell Jules about meeting you. Part of her really knows it’s unfair to dislike you, especially if you genuinely didn't know Matt was married. But she knows Jules too well—tell her, and it'll turn into a whole thing. Leigh's not sure she's up for that drama.

Despite her reservations, Leigh decides to bite the bullet, her curiosity getting the better of her. Besides, if she can’t be brave enough to talk about this in her counseling group, she should probably at least tell Jules.

“Actually, Jules,” Leigh begins, “St. Mary's Animal Clinic is where... where she works.”

Jules's eyes widen in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. “Wait, you mean... you mean her, as in…?” she stammers, disbelief written all over her face.

“Yup,” Leigh confirms, smacking her lips forcefully.

“Oh my god—that bitch,” Jules spits out, her voice dripping with disdain before Leigh can even brace for impact.

“She didn’t know Matt’s married,” Leigh clarifies quickly.

“And you bought that?”

“I had a feeling she was telling the truth. Besides, I can’t imagine Matt being that brazen to pursue someone while married. He can be a little self-righteous sometimes,” Leigh says, only half-sure of her statement. Recently, she has to remind herself that maybe she never really knew him at all.

Then, an idea sparks in Jules's mind. “You know what?” she says, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Maybe this is a good opportunity. After all, she owes you one, right? Maybe she'll treat Visitor for free, to make up for being... well, you know.”

Leigh rubs her nose, skeptical of the idea. “I don't know, Jules. I don't want to impose…”

Jules leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I mean, if she's the reason you're hurting, maybe she should make it right?”

She isn't hurting because of you, not directly. That's why Jules’ suggestion hangs in the air, unappealing. Leigh remembers the pity in your eyes from that morning, and she doesn't want it. She doesn't want anything from you at all. Her resolve instantly hardens like ice.

“No,” Leigh finally says. “I don't want her charity. I'll pay for Visitor's bills myself. And I'll keep the receipts for when his real owners show up.” It's a decision that feels surprisingly empowering, a small reclaiming of control in a world that's felt off-kilter for too long.

Jules merely sighs; she knows better than to push Leigh when her mind’s made up.

“Have it your way.”

Leigh brings Visitor to St. Mary’s the very next day.

There's a certain set to her jaw, a readiness for something less than pleasant. She doesn’t need to go through reception this time because she spots you right away, escorting a client to the door, cradling their puppy in your arms. Seeing you with a pet makes Leigh realize why you’ve chosen this profession. You fit right in among the animals, she muses bitterly.

It's with a sense of satisfaction that she watches your smile dissipate as soon as your eyes land on hers.

She strides confidently towards you, dog in arms, forcing you to quickly hand off the puppy back to its owner. Yet, you recover with a swiftness that's begrudgingly admirable as you give her a look that’s equal parts professional and friendly—like you were actually looking forward to seeing her again.

“Good morning, Leigh. How can I help you?”

Without a word, Leigh extends the dog she’s carrying towards you, a silent transfer of trust, or perhaps, necessity. You gesture towards the consultation room, an invitation she accepts with a terse nod, following you into the space where you effortlessly shift into doctor mode.

As you begin to charm her dog, she can't help but narrow her eyes. It irks her, watching Visitor take to you instantly, as if you were old friends. “What's his name?” you ask, looking up at Leigh.

“Visitor.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the name, just in time for your irises to capture the light seeping through the office blinds. They glow a hazel-brown, disarmingly so. Leigh forces herself to focus back on the purpose of her visit.

Leigh continues, “He’s limping on his left hind leg. I’d appreciate it if you can prescribe him something. I'll try not to take up too much of your time.”

Ignoring the undercurrent of Leigh's insinuation, your attention remains undividedly on Visitor. The well-being of the dog before you eclipses any personal sentiments, as it always does.

“I'm sorry, but before we can consider any medication, I need to examine him thoroughly. It's possible he might require some lab tests to rule out anything serious,” you tell her. Despite sounding apologetic, Leigh interprets it as your polite way of telling her to fuck off and let you do your job.

As you palpate the dog's leg carefully, you begin your routine questions. “Can you tell me his birthday? Any vaccination history?”

They’re basic, but they seem to catch Leigh off guard anyway. “He’s not mine. I found him on the street yesterday,” she reveals with a reluctant sigh.

The news prompts a more detailed response from you.

“I see. In that case, we should definitely line up some tests for Visitor. We need to ensure he doesn't have distemper or any other airborne virus that could be affecting his mobility,” you suggest, already mentally cataloging the necessary procedures.

You start detailing the tests you intend to perform, explaining their purposes and associated costs. Leigh is clearly deluged by it all and you decide to take pity on the poor woman by adding that it’s still up to her which tests to proceed with, if any at all.

“Your call, Leigh,” you tell her.

Leigh can't shake off the vibe that you're throwing a gauntlet down in front of her. It's like her inner competitor wakes up, refusing to back down. “Do all of them,” she declares, tipping her chin up towards you. “Whatever you think is best.”

“That’s a good decision. We’ll take care of it right away,” you say, already picking up the phone to call the reception for assistance.

Leigh's still trying to get a read on you. Was her arm twisted into this choice, or did you genuinely have Visitor's best interest at heart? She's not about to hand out trust like free samples, especially when she could end up misjudging you. It’s a tricky spot, especially because she’s clearly been wrong before.

The tests take their time, roughly an hour, after which Leigh finds herself pacing the lobby. An additional quarter-hour trickles by before the receptionist finally calls her back into the consultation room.

“Good news,” you start, making sure to catch her eye. She meets your look briefly before her attention shifts to Visitor. “It's only a sprain. The X-ray revealed no breaks or other issues. But,” you pause, checking to see if she's still fully engaged, “his blood tests indicated a low platelet count and evidence of an infection.”

Leigh listens intently, nodding along.

You explain what this means in a clear, concise manner, avoiding medical jargon as much as possible. “It's something we can manage with medication. I'll prescribe some antibiotics for the infection and pain medication to help with his discomfort. It's important that he completes the course of antibiotics to clear the infection completely.”

You watch Leigh closely, gauging her reaction and ready to answer any questions she might have. “We'll need to keep an eye on his platelet count, so I'd like to schedule a follow-up visit next week. This will also give us a chance to check how his leg is healing.”

“Will he be okay?” she asks without looking up from Visitor, busy scratching behind his ears.

“He'll be just fine,” you reassure her, adding, “Any questions about what we discussed?”

Leigh stays silent and you take it as your cue that she doesn’t have any thoughts on the matter. As she wraps up without saying much more, you realize it's time to wrap things up too. But there's something niggling at you, something that's been on your mind since the last time she was here. You're about to let her go, but then, out of nowhere, you feel this urge to clear the air about that whole mess with Matt.

“So, uhm, about the other week when you…” you trail off, suddenly feeling like you're balancing on a tightrope without a net. You’re not so easily spooked by confrontations, but Leigh makes you nervous in a way you can’t explain. “I guess I just wanted to say sorry… for your loss, and for—”

“Does he really need to take pain medication for seven days?” Leigh cuts you off suddenly. It’s sharp enough for you to shut your mouth and abandon your attempt to get personal.

“Yes, the full course is important to ensure he's comfortable and that the inflammation goes down properly. It's just as crucial as the antibiotics for his recovery…”

Leigh nods, carefully scooping Visitor into her arms, preparing to leave.

You try one last time. “Leigh, I really am sorry–”

“I’ll see you next week, Dr. Y/L/N,” she says dismissively and then she’s gone.

#unbetad #my writing #my fic #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x female reader #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss au #leigh shaw x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #sorry i had to tag wanda x reader for visibility

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Third request since you opened them, I just have a lot of ideas. I was rereading the Bee's team meets megatons daughter with the opposite personality Buddy and it got me thinking. You know how Knockout, Breakdown, Steve, and maybe Soundwave? Couldn't tell. But you know how all of them switched side because of Buddy in that one fic you wrote? (Or maybe not, there's a nagging thought in the back of my mind that I dreamed that.) Imagine they all notice that Buddy's missing and there's a slight panic because yeah, Buddy can take care of herself but why wouldn't she tell them? They find out that Buddy's back on earth and now there are a few ex-cons standing at the scrapyard's gate. (Or maybe Knockout never left earth and already knew she was there? Because there's that one episode where Bumblebee and Strongarm are thrown into the car lot with the uhm, wheel cuff things, and it pans out to a very suspicious cherry red Aston Martin. I refuse to believe that's not Knockout. And since Fixit (I think, can't remember.) and the humans had to go and rescue them maybe Buddy tagged along and Knockout saw them? Buddy might've also seen Knockout and decided to get the wheel cuff off of him as well. (Or maybe he didn't have a wheel cuff, can't remember. Jeez, how much have I said that?)) Anyways this was just a really long ramble of an idea that can be taken multiple ways. So do what you wanna do with this.

There's a bit of an explanation on the timeline in here. If it sounds a bit confusing, feel free to let me know so I can explain it better.

Also, added a little extra in here...

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality reactions from Knockout, Breakdown, Steve, and Soundwave finding out she went missing

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Cybertronain reader

RiD 2015

Going through the canon timeline of megs daughter.

Soundwave does get sent to the shadow zone through an altercation.

Buddy never finds out what happened to him.

She believes that he left Megatron during the chaos.

She was a bit sad that he never came back to talk to her or anything, but she also believed that he was taking some time to find himself after being a Decepticon for so long.

Knockout and Breakdown end up having joint stay between earth and Cybertron.

The pair loved driving through Earth scenery and was a place to escape Cybertron for a while.

Most of the Decepticons had started their new lives on Cybertron now that the war was over.

Buddy was no different.

Not only had she started a brand-new life, Buddy and Steve had recently become Conjunx Endura after a while of dating.

Steve had been on an away assignment for his work when Buddy left through the portal of their shared habsuite.

Steve walking into their home.

“Buddy! I’m back!”--Steve

Silence…

“Buddy! I’m back?”--Steve

Silence…

Steve starts looking around the home.

“Buddy? Buddy if this is another joke, I don’t like it!”--Steve

A few minutes later…

Knockout looks at his monitor seeing Steve calling.

“Breakdown its Steve!”--Knockout

“Put him on.”--Breakdown

Steve shows up on the screen.

“Hey Ste—”--Breakdown

“SHE’S GONE!”--Steve

Breakdown and Knockout out jump a bit.

“Gone? Who’s gone?”--Knockout

Steve has his servo on his helm.

“BUDDY! BUDDY’S NOT HERE!”--Steve

“Calm down Steve. Maybe she went out for a walk or something. Or maybe she went to go visit a friend. Remember last time?”--Breakdown

“…Maybe your right…”--Steve

“But if she doesn’t come back in a week then let us know.”--Breakdown

“Steve nods and hangs up.

One week later…

Steve starts calling Knockout and Breakdown.

Breakdown answers.

“Hey—Primus Steve!”--Breakdown

Steve looks tired and on the verge of a literal break down.

“SHE’S STILL NOT HERE!”--Steve

Soundwave, meanwhile, had spent his time looking for Megatron’s signal. He escaped the shadow zone a couple weeks before Buddy showed up, so he didn’t know that she was here.

Soundwave picks up on a frantic link between Knockout, Breakdown and Steve about Buddy disappearing.

He follows the frequency to Breakdown and Knockout which scares them half to death.

“Soundwave!”—Breakdown and Knockout

Soundwave stands there with his arms crossed.

“Breakdown—Knockout—Buddy?”--Soundwave

“We don’t know. Steve just told us she went missing from their home.”--Breakdown

Soundwave clenches his servos a bit.

The sound of a portal gets their attention.

Out pops out Steve.

“I’m here! I’m—SOUNDWAVE?!”--Steve

“Explain.”--Soundwave

“Steve is here to assist us on the search for Buddy.”--Knockout

Soundwave steps to Steve.

Knockout and Breakdown step to Steve’s side.

“He is Buddy’s Conjunx Soundwave. He has the right to be here.”--Breakdown

Soundwave freezes a bit hearing it.

“Buddy—Conjunx?”—Soundwave

Steve gulps a bit but puts on a brave face.

“Yes, I’m her Conjunx. A Conjunx that’s worried for her safety. We’d really appreciate it if you helped us find her.”--Steve

Soundwave pauses a bit and turns to Knockout.

“Continue.”--Soundwave

“As I was saying, a day’s weeks ago I was booted and taken to the yard where I saw this other Autobot get stuck there too, awfully annoying mind you. And then look who shows up but Bumblebee and his new crew.”--Knockout

“He has a new team?”--Steve

“Yes, and I swear I heard him say ‘Buddy’. I thought at the time he was remembering her from Cybertron, but now that she went missing, there is a chance that Bumblebee might know where she is.”--Knockout

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”--Steve

“Slow down Steve we don’t even have a trail on where—”--Breakdown

“Signal—found. 30—minutes—east—city. Coordinates on—commlink.”--Soundwave

“Now we go!”--Steve

Steve transforms and speeds down the road.

“…He’s good to Buddy. Their a good match for each other.”--Breakdown

Soundwave looks at Steve’s retreating form.

“Soundwave—will see—about that.”--Soundwave

It’s nighttime when they arrive to the scrapyard.

Knockout thinks about literally knocking on the door.

They hear Buddy yelling.

“Okay we need a good plan—”--Knockout

Steve uses Breakdown like a steppingstone and launches himself over the high wall.

“Or we can go in guns blazing I guess…”--Knockout

“Soundwave—approve.”--Soundwave

Breakdown offers Knockout and Soundwave a way over.

He could wait until they opened the door.

Soundwave and Knockout are now over the wall.

All the scrapyards’ alarms are sounding.

The team is on high alert when Fix-it mentions the Decepticon signals inside the scrapyard.

Bee tells Buddy to get Denny and Russel out of the area.

Buddy grabs her friends and sets on leading them to the other side of the scrapyard with Fix it.

Steve is dodging blasters and staffs like it was his job back in the Decepticons.

He is slightly hurt that Bee didn’t recognize him but then again, he does have a pretty basic frame.

Steve raises his servos in surrender.

“HOLD IT! HOLD IT!”--Steve

“Freeze Decepticon!”--Strongarm

“Hey! I said hold it! Now, I’m not here to hurt anyone—”--Steve

“I am.”--Soundwave

“Soundwave?!”--Bumblebee

The weapons get charged up and ready to attack.

“WE are not here to attack. Listen, Bumblebee, we’re just here to—”--Steve

“Where did everyone go?”--Breakdown

Breakdown and Knockout walk in on the standoff.

“Knockout? Breakdown? What is going on?!”--Bumblebee

Steve face palms.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to explain but everyone here seems to keep on interrupting me!”--Steve

Silence.

“Now. We came here to ask you if you’ve seen Buddy around?”—Steve

“Buddy?”--Bumblebee

The team immediately gets ready to attack.

“If you think we’re about to give her to you, then your sorely mistaken.”--Drift

“So, you do know where she is!”--Steve

Grimlock steps up front.

“And you’re going to have to go through me if you want her.”--Grimlock

“Fine by me.”--Steve

Meanwhile, with Buddy...

“I think we’re safe here.”--Buddy

“Thank the Prime’s.”—Fix-it

“AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”

Buddy freezes.

She quickly looks at Denny Russel and Fix it.

“Stay here.”--Buddy

With that Buddy sprints back.

Grimlock had grabbed Steve and slammed him to the ground when he tried to get past him.

Steve luckily manages to get out of his grip and falls back.

Buddy is sprinting back to the main part of the scrap yard ready for whatever she was going to face.

She hides behind some used oil barrel and takes a peek at who the trouble was.

Buddy spots Steve on his knees, holding his side a bit.

She runs out of her hiding place.

“HOLD YOUR FIRE! HOLD YOURE FIRE!”--Buddy

Most of Team Bee looks in shock that Buddy starts running past them.

“Buddy! Don’t—”--Grimlock

“HOLD YOURE FIRE!”--Buddy

The team hesitantly puts some of their weapons down.

Buddy rushes over to Steve, who was frozen seeing Buddy there.

“Primus Steve are you okay? That denting doesn’t look too—Oof!”--Buddy

Steve fights the shooting pain on his side and flings his arms around Buddy pulling her incredibly close.

“Oh, Thank the Allspark you’re okay!”--Steve

He lets go to look her over.

“Are you hurt? Where did you go? Were you kidnapped? What’s—“--Buddy hugs him tight making him go quiet.

He just wraps his arms around her and stifles a sob in his throat.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know this was going to be such a long mission, but when Prime calls you, you gotta go.”--Buddy

“Excuse me when Prime what?”--Steve

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON?!”—Sideswipe

Team Bee is extremely confused.

Soundwave takes a few steps forward and Buddy launches at her uncle he hugs back surprising everyone.

Then she goes to Knockout and Breakdown.

There is a lot to explain.

Steve stays by Buddy’s side the entire time.

“Hey Buddy, who is… Steve exactly?”--Denny

“He’s my Conjunx.”--Buddy

Steve feels a swell of pride and love hearing those words.

Steve grabs Buddy’s servo.

“That’s still sounds nice, you know.”--Steve

Buddy smiles shyly at him.

“Your Conjunx!”—Team Bee

“How come you never told us?!”--Sideswipe

“It never came up?”--Buddy

“What’s a Conjunx?”--Russel

“The Earth equivalent of a significant other.”--Breakdown

“You’re married?!”--Russel

“How?!”--Sideswipe

Buddy looks at Steve.

“That’s a story for another time.”--Buddy

“No, that’s a story for now.”--Sideswipe

“Another time.”--Buddy

“Now!”--Sideswipe

In the end Knockout and Breakdown end up going back to their home on earth. They do offer their services in case something bad does happen in their area.

Soundwave decides to take some time for himself not knowing what to do with everything now that the war is over.

Steve decides to stay in the scrapyard with Buddy and Team Bee.

#maccadam #transformers x reader #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader

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WLW Hotline

Robin Buckley x SW fem!reader, smut 18+, 2k words

I might've downloaded Quinn Audio Er0tica annnnd might’ve stumbled across a guided masturbation audio that made me think of Robin calling the WLW part of a phone sex line🥵it's about time I wrote and posted something so hereeeee ya go [alsoooo there's potential for a part 2 if the ppl want it so pls lemme know if you liked this and want a continuation!! ty!!]

Part 2 • Part 3

CW: reader knows it’s Robin but Robin doesn’t know it’s reader (idk what warning that would fall under but it’s a warning), guided masturbation, eager sub!Robin, mommy kink, nervous Robin but then she gets into it

Tags: @lightvixxen <3

You’ve been working at this phone sex operator for going on three months now. As one of the few out queer people in Hawkins, job hunting was hard until you convinced the boss here to open up a WLW hotline specific for fem bodied people, curious women, closeted women and other out queer women in town (if there were any).

Unfortunately, most of the people who called in to you were men trying to “fix” you or see what’s so special about your line. Every now and again—though it felt rare at this point—you’d get a woman or fem bodied person and your long nights would be worth it again. Plus you had some regular callers, none of whom would give you their real name of course (for privacy’s sake). For the regulars, you’d come up with a nickname to use on all their calls. Your favorite of them was Bunny. An older (like mid 40s), closeted queer woman who’s hubby is shit at making her cum so she calls you after he’s passed out naked in bed.

Another regular is Sweets, a trans man who hasn’t been in a relationship since he socially transitioned. He moved to Hawkins from Wisconsin so he could start over where no one knew his old self.

And recently, more young women (20s-30s) have been calling. Usually for one-and-done calls out of curiosity, but still every call meant a better paycheck. So when your coworker Patricia said there was a new girl on the line for you, you assume she’ll be another curious Cindy like the rest, until you hear her voice.

You pick up and start the call like usual. “Thanks for calling the WLW Hotline, how long of a session would you like tonight honey? Quarter, half or a full hour?”

“Um. Half please?”

Your heart dropped at the voice on the other side of the phone. It was Robin, one of the few out women in Hawkins. You would know her voice anywhere considering how close friends you’d been when you first moved here. But then the fall after she graduated (that past summer is when you met her) she made a move on the band girl she was crushing on and they dated for two years and you were forgotten. Only getting small smiles and head nods when you happened to see her in town. She wouldn’t know you were working here since you’ve not talked for a year and a half.

You know that it’s wrong but you’re the only WLW worker and there is a voice changing filter on your phones so she won’t know it’s you. Plus, you haven’t spoken in so long, and you probably won’t seeing as she’s with someone.

“Half it is. We don’t do names here so you can call me whatever or whoever you want to help you get there. As for my name for you, what would you like? Darling, love, honey, sugar, baby?”

“Oh, um I didn’t think about that. Uh,” Robin mumbles nervously. “I guess baby will work? Or whatever comes naturally for you?”

“Baby is the most natural, we can go with that,” you smile into the phone. “Before we start your time is there anything you want me to know going in to this session? A reason why you’re here, any kinks you want incorporated, anything off limits for dirty-talk?”

“Well, uh, my ex broke up with me about two months ago, and I haven’t been able to, um,” she pauses.

“Masturbate?”

She chokes back a laugh, “yeah. I haven’t been able to get there.” She says, emphasizing the last word.

“Would you like to role play or do you want a guided masturbation?”

“Guided?”

“Yes. Guided as in you follow my every direction and let me take control in making you feel good, but it’s your hands doing the work. Or you can imagine it’s someone else’s.”

There’s silence on the other side of the phone for a moment.

“I, um, I think guided masturbation, please.”

“Alrighty then, I’m gonna go ahead and start the time now if you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out a heavy breath.

“Are you gonna listen to my every word, baby?” You ask in a sultry, dominating tone. “Gonna let me take care of you? Guide you since I can’t be there to help?”

She breathes heavy again, “yes.”

“Are you comfy where you are? Maybe in bed? Or on the couch?”

“I’m in bed, on top of the covers. I didn’t want to get in yet,” you can hear Robin’s nerves through the phone.

“Good, good. You’re comfortable then. Why don’t you lie all the way down, get situated. If you’ve got your pajamas on already why don’t you strip down for me, baby? All the way or you can leave your underwear on, whatever you’re comfortable with okay?”

You hear shuffling on the other side of the line and wait a few minutes until the movement stops.

“What do you have on?”

“Nothing, I’m, uh, naked.”

Fuck. This was going to be harder than you thought. You swore that your feelings for Robin were over shortly after she stopped talking to you once she got together with her now ex, but knowing she was naked in bed on the other side of this phone? The pit of your stomach was full of butterflies, you know this will be one of the few calls where you’re gonna end up with wet panties and a need for your vibrator when you get home.

“Good girl.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh you like that baby? Like it when I praise you like that? Being so obedient and doing as I say, you’re so good.”

“Yes mommy.”

Robin and a mommy kink, that will definitely be fuel for your own masturbation session after your shift.

“Why don’t you put the phone by your ear for me, ok? I want you to have both hands free for this.”

“Ok.”

“Good good, now I want you to run your fingertips from your shoulders, down your sides slowly, and then once you reach your hips, bring them up your stomach and above your tits.”

You wait a few minutes, listening to Robin’s heavy breathing through the phone.

“Did that feel good baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good, now I want you to softly circle your tits with your fingertips and brush over your nipples ok? Play with your nipples for me baby. Let mommy hear what it does to you since I can’t be there.”

“Fuck, mommy it feels so good,” she moans, and it’s the most glorious thing you’ve ever heard.

“Good girl, now give your nipples a nice pinch for me.”

You know she does as you say because of the deep intake of breath you hear through the phone.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, listening and doing just as you’re told.”

“Mmph,” she whimpers.

“Want more?”

“Please,” she begs.

“What nice manners you have,” you sigh, panties growing wetter with every sweet whimper and moan Robin let’s out. “Go ahead and trail your hands down to your pussy.”

She huffs a sigh of relief.

“But don’t touch.”

She groans impatiently.

“Ah ah ah, do as I say or I won’t help you.”

“Sorry sorry, please.”

“That’s better. Trace your fingertips just at the top of your mound and down the inside of your thighs. Do that a few times.”

You pause and mute your end of the call so you can let out a shaky breath and change how your sitting so you can sit on your leg, putting pressure on your own throbbing center. Unmuting yourself, you ask, “all done baby?”

“Mhm,” Robin groans.

“Alright you wanna show mommy your pretty little cunt? Wanna let me hear how wet you are for me?”

She breathes out the softest yearning of a “yes.”

“Go ahead and point your knees out and spread ‘em for me so I can see your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes mommy, I did it.”

“Good baby, now take one hand and trail it town your stomach to your mound ok? Now I want you to use your pointer and ring finger to softly go down your pussy lips and then once you get to the bottom, use those two to open up your lips for me, lemme hear how wet you are baby.”

And you actually do. A shuddering breath from Robin and the wettest, dirtiest of squelches to follow it.

“Fuck,” you drop the curse so quickly, grinding your own pussy on the leg tucked under you.

You hear Robin’s heavy breathing by the phone again, “did you hear?”

“Shit, yes baby I did. Did you put the phone by your pussy just so mommy could hear you touch your wet cunt?”

“Yes, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes it is,” you smile at how eager to please Robin is when she’s horny. “So good at following directions, I think you should be rewarded.”

“Please,” she begs through a moan.

“Yeah? Wanna be rewarded for being such an good obedient girl? For making mommy so wet she wants to touch herself with you?”

Dear god, if you weren’t at work you’d be riding your own hand while tell Robin to ride hers.

“I think you deserve a reward, do you wanna cum? Want me to let you touch yourself until you come for me?”

“Mommy, yes, please,” she huffs.

“Ok baby, I want you to play with your pussy until you cum. That same hand that’s still on your wet cunt, I want you to use your finger and get some of that sweet wetness and bring it up to your clit, ok? Play with your clit for me.”

“Ok, do you wanna hear me play?”

You bite your lip to hold back a moan, wishing to high heaven that these phones were cordless so you could hide in the bathroom and touch yourself to the eager lil baby on the other side of the line.

“I don’t need to hear your wet pussy, I want to hear those pretty little sounds you make when you play. Don’t hide those sounds from me okay?”

“O-Okay,” Robin huffs as she plays with her clit. “Fuck it feels so good mommy, you make me feel so good.”

“Yeah? Want mommy to touch you when she gets home? Use her fingers on you?”

A whimper is the only response you get.

“Or would it be better if mommy used her mouth?”

That comment makes Robin moan “please” into the receiver and has you wishing this was real life and not what’s supposed to be an anonymous phone sex call.

“Yeah? How fast would you want me to fuck you with my tongue? Use your fingers, show me how fast.”

A breath hitch and fast, shuddering breathing lets you know that she’s started fingering herself. You can hear the faint wet noises of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt in the background of the call and you squeeze your legs together at the sound.

“C’mon baby, ride your fingers like you’d ride my face. Let me have it, gimmie all your cum baby.”

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum,” she pants.

“Let go, cum for mommy.”

“‘m cumming, mmph. FUCK, YES Y/N fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”

Did you, did you hear that right? Robin came with your name on her lips?

There’s a small chuckle on the other end and then she says, “fuck, that was the first time I’ve cum in a while. Jesus, it was so hard too.”

You’re still processing that she was imagining you the whole time without knowing it was you.

“Are you still there? I wanted to say thanks before hanging up.”

You go back and forth with it but last minute decide to drop the voice filter to respond.

“Robin?”

The line is quiet.

“Y/N? Fuck, shit-“

And the line goes dead.

If she was ever going to talk to you again, she won’t now.

Shit.

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TMNT Rapael/Reader- "Held Space"

A/N: this took me absolute ages and is unedited because i got lazy. shoutout to my now ex-gf for dumping me which gave me the inspiration to finally finish this fic Pairing: Best-friend!Raphael (i imagined this as 2003, but frankly could be any of them)/reader Content Warnings: cheating, insults, toxic bf, best-friend raph Word Count: 2.1k

She stood on the subway, arm reaching up to hold onto the handgrip as she quickly switched her gaze between her phone and her surroundings. There were too many people around, and so little space, but she did her best to shuffle around to keep some semblance of a personal bubble. She was lucky that she didn’t have too many stops between her work and home, and though it felt like much longer to her, within fifteen minutes of hopping onto the train, she was stepping off, eyes flicking down to her phone when it chimed. Unlocking her phone, it opened up to her text thread with one of her best friends, the contact name, raphie, followed by a ninja emoji, a turtle emoji, and a red scarf emoji. She had promised to text him once she had got off work and was heading home. Most of the thread had been meaningless rambles, a few memes, and lots of complaints about the horrors of customer service from her, and even more complaints about Leo from him. It was the newest additions to the thread that captured her attention.

You: I mean, at least my bf’s on cooking duty tonight. I don’t think that I could handle having to cook after today lmao

raphie: yeah, so long as you trust him to not fill it chock full of nuts and not know where your epi-pen is again.

You: yeah that sucked

You: But that was one time! And I feel like it can he easy to forget someone’s allergies if it wasn’t all that important before. And he’s been better lately!

raphie: better as in actually good? Or better as in just not ghosting you for weeks at a time even though you live in the same apartment??

She sighed as she looked down at her phone. Raph had insanely high standard for anyone that was close to the people he cared about, and she was sure that it was just his protective side showing a bit. She figured that if Raph just knew him a bit better, that he wouldn’t be so harsh on him. She thought that it was just because Raph didn’t know him like she did, and that, really, Sam hadn’t been all that bad recently. Things seemed to be looking up. There was a brief time that he wasn’t being so loving, but in the past month, he had really turned around, he was amicable and affectionate, and kept up his side of the chore chart, he was really putting in an effort. And Raph, she thought, just didn’t know what he was talking about. She pondered all of this as she walked the few blocks from the train station to her apartment. With every step, her exhaustion grew, until the reached her door. She struggled with her keys for a moment, before finally getting them into the lock and turning the handle, letting the door swing open. She took a step into the apartment, shutting the door behind her, and dropping her purse down on the floor beside her. It was when the purse did not land flatly as it normally would that she looked down, and found that another purse had gotten in the way of a successful landing. Confusion wrote itself across her face, as her eyes then trailed around the room, finding several feminine items that most certainly did not belong to her. She experienced a strange sense of extreme clarity and clear-headedness that was always so unexpected in moments of great pain and betrayal. She let her gaze travel all over the room a few more times, as she then noticed the sounds emanating from her bedroom. She pulled out her phone and opened her most recent text thread.

You: raph

raphie: ?

You: I need you to come to my apartment now.

She slid her phone back into her pocket, not waiting for a response, and quietly opened the door again.

“Baby! I’m home! I thought you were gonna start on dinner?” She called out as she slammed the door shut. The noises from the bedroom ceased, and she imagined the panic on the lovers’ faces. She waited a moment by the door, and heard a voice yell from the bedroom.

“You have a girlfriend?” A feminine voice spoke. His voice was muffled through the door, though she could tell that the girl with him cut him off. “You fucking asshole!” She heard the two of them moving about in the bedroom, and moved to the kitchen, opening up a cupboard and grabbing a wine glass. The bedroom door slammed open, and a flustered woman stormed out and up to her. “I am so sorry! He told me that he was single, I had no idea, I swear.” She looked at the woman, and despite her anger, couldn’t logically stay mad when she knew that they had both been wronged.

“Not your fault that he’s a lying piece of shit.”

“No kidding.” The woman replied. They both stood there, somewhat awkwardly for a moment before the woman apologized again and left. She was given only aa moment of peace before her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend came stumbling out of the bedroom, evidently only just having finished putting on pants. He was paid no heed, as she reached for a corkscrew in the far back of a cupboard.

“Baby, I can explain!” The words flew out of his mouth, and he took a large inhale, as if preparing to ramble. She cut him off before his lungs had filled.

“There’s no need. You shouldn’t waste the little time that you have to gather your essentials.” She spoke, her voice calm and even.

“What?” He asked, incredulous.

“You can come back for the rest of your things Saturday at 3pm, as for now, just fill a bag or two with your most immediate essentials and leave.”

“The fuck?! You can’t kick me out! This is my home too!” He stepped towards her, and she looked at the clock. She knew Raph wouldn’t ignore her text.

“Not according to the lease. Which has only my name on it.”

“Bullshit! That doesn’t mean shit. And you didn’t even gimme a chance to explain!”

“There’s clearly nothing that needs to be explained. Despite what you may think, I’m not stupid. I’m fully capable of putting two and two together.” She cut off another one of his fruitless attempts to argue. “Sam. My name is on the lease, I, alone pay for the rent and all the bills. On top of my full time job, I also do a solid ninety-percent of the cleaning and chores, and pay for all of your stupid subscriptions. As far as the law, or anyone with basic common sense is concerned, I own this apartment and everything in it. Now, round up your shit, or at the very least your wallet and car keys, while you still have time to get out of my home.”

“The fuck do you mean,’still have time?’ I’m not going anywhere. You can’t force me out of my own damn house.” She could hear the bedroom window be forced open, and the thud of two feet landing on the ground.

“You will leave, or you will be forced to leave.” She said, doing her best to not allow her emotions to show in her voice. He continued to step closer to her, still yelling.

“You really think you can force me to do anything, bitch?” She turned to face him, and looked past him, seeing Raph quickly approach. A smile beautifully matched the cold look glowing in her eyes.

“I don’t need to. You’re leaving.” She said, firmly. He lurched, but a much larger arm than his came around his neck, and applied heavy force, forcing a choked out wheeze to fall from his lips. Sam was pulled backwards into a firm body, his hands unsuccessfully clawing at the arm around his neck.

Raph spoke with a large smirk etched across his snout. “This guy botherin’ you, ma’am?” Humor dripped from every syllable. She returned his smile kindly.

“As a matter of fact, he is.”

“Well, then, lemme take care of that for ya.” Raph said, sliding his arm away from Sam’s neck, and grabbing onto his thumb, twisting so that his body would follow as Raph dragged him to the door and threw him out, leaving him crumpled on the ground, gasping for air. She walked up beside Raph, and tossed Sam’s wallet on the ground in front of him, before retreating back into her apartment once more. Raph gave the pained man a cruel smile as he spoke. “And stay out!” After slamming the door in his face, Raph turned and walked farther into the apartment, reentering the kitchen once more, where he found her finally pouring herself a glass of wine.

He stepped towards her slowly, careful to not startle her. “Hey, uh, you okay?” She stood with her back facing him still. He saw her take a large sip of her wine, looking out the kitchen window. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke, her voice losing its conviction by the syllable.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Raph.” He took another few steps until he was only inches away from her. She still kept her back to him, and so he reached out and placed a gentle hand on her upper arm, carefully turning her to face him. As soon as they were face to face, she crumpled. Her lips pulled tight in a grimace, and her eyebrows scrunching up, the skin of her nose and cheeks already flushed and rosy, and her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Oh sweetheart.” Raph said, bringing his other hand up to her un-held arm. “What happened?” Her head lolled slightly to the side, and a heavy sigh escaped her.

“You were right, and I should have listened to you.” She said, her voice breaking at long last. “I just-“ She stuttered. “I just wanted to believe that we were happy and that everything was good, you know?” He nodded along, and rubbed gently strokes on her arms as she told him the events of the night. “I don’t understand why he would do that. I did my best to be a good girlfriend. I did everything for him. Why wasn’t I good enough?” She was rambling, just letting all of her negative and untrue thoughts come barreling right out of her mouth. Raph’s grimace grew as he was forced to listen to all her depressing self-talk.

“Stop that.” He cut her off sharply, more so than he meant to. He attempted to correct his harshness by giving her a small, reassuring smile. “He’s just a dick, you did nothin’ wrong, it wasn’t you.” She inhaled, and he continued to talk before she got a chance to argue with him. “You were perfect, and he didn’t deserve you. I know how much work you put into the relationship, and how much effort you put into planning special things for him. You were not the issue. He was just the biggest piece of shit around, and you were unfortunate enough to fall for him.”

“Raph,” She said, quietly.

“’m not done.” He continued. “He was damn fuckin lucky to be blessed with your presence, let alone to have you as a girlfriend. You got any idea how lucky any man’d be to have you, huh?” She sniffled, and he pulled her in tighter, letting her hide her face in his shoulder. “I wish I coulda convinced you to leave him sooner. You deserve way better than that garbage, you hear me?” She burrowed her face deeper into the scaly skin of his shoulder. “You hear me?” He repeated, and waited until she nodded into his shoulder before he continued. “I know that it hurts now, but believe me when I say that you don’t need him. You could do so much better than him, Sweetheart, you don’t even know.”

The only sound that came from her in response were sniffles, routinely interrupted with a hiccup as she sobbed into his skin. He held her there for several moments, not offering any more words, simply sharing the experience with her and holding space for her pain, but he couldn’t just stand there for long. Gently, he adjusted his hold and lifted her off of the ground, holding her tight to his body, and began to steadily walk into the living room, dropping the both of them down onto the couch. He continued to hold her close, as he rubbed large, slow circles on her back, allowing her to push all of her tears out, uncaring of the slight dribble of snot beginning to drop onto his skin.

“You’re gonna be okay, Hon, I’m here, I’ve gotcha.”

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Captain's Submission

I wrote most of this piece today because I needed to set up the next part of the University Secrets series for Sowon's birthday. Anyway, we have degradation and rough sex. so enjoy.

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Yuju x Mreader

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You decided to get a little break in today. You felt like you deserved it; you headed to the indoor tennis court on campus, where you would have a serving machine launch tennis balls to smack back. It would be an excellent way to get away for a bit; your entourage of Umji, SinB, Eunha, and Yerin would take a break elsewhere. You spend a while hitting the balls back, working up a sweat as the machine launches tennis balls from one side of your court to the other. When the last ball shoots out, you collect them to refill the machine. As you're doing that, the door to the courts opens, and you see tennis team captain Yuju stroll in. As she meets your eyes, a momentary expression of panic appears on her face before it quickly goes away. "Oh, Hello! I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. Nice to meet you."

You nod your head. "Nice to meet you as well, Captain."

"Oh, you know I'm the tennis team captain." She says, a little less than enthused. Her grip on the bag she held tightened.

"Care to join me? It would be a lot better than using one of these machines."

"Um…sure." Yuju looks pretty hesitant about joining you but agrees nonetheless. Clearly, you were no match for the captain, as she's able to bound across the court and return any hit you get. It's challenging to keep up as your stamina starts to fade. Yuju notes your slowing movements and goes for the killing blow sending the ball to the back right corner. When you manage to return the ball, a light tap to the front left leaves you little time, and you're unable to reach the ball in time.

"I guess that's why you're the team captain." You say, winded and panting.

"Yeah…Hey, listen. You're the one who's with that group of SinB, Eunha, and Umji, right?" She asks with uncertainty. Yuju's expression is one of deep thought as she waits for your answer.

"Yes?" You say, nervous about where she may be taking this.

"You-you've been fucking them, right?" You stay silent, and Yuju knows what that means. "I guess I'm right."

"I- yeah, you're right." To you, it felt like Yuju knew more than she let on.

"Would you be willing to add one more to that group? Just for one night?"

You were taken aback hearing Yuju say this; there was no hint of this coming. "I have a couple of questions. First, why?"

"I broke up with my boyfriend recently, and I want to be over him already. I figure using you to rebound would be the easiest way."

"That leads me to my second question, how do you know so much?"

"Umji was on the team and talked about stopping someone and that she was going to watch them. Next thing I know, she's following you around like a puppy. It's not hard to figure out what happened there. So are you going to fuck me or not?"

"I'm not done yet. You saw Umji go from how she was to 'following me around like a puppy' you expect to come out the same?"

"Yeah, this is purely to get over my ex. Umji is very impressionable, so she'd fold like that."

"Fine, I'll do it. Come on; the equipment room will do." You make your way to Yuju and place one hand on her ass.

"The equipment room, really?"

You whisper into her ear, "Would you rather I fuck you here where anyone who walks in might get to see the captain of our tennis team being fucked?"

"Alright, alright, equipment room it is. I'm not crazy enough to do something like that."

The two of you make your way to the equipment room; with the serving machines outside, it’s spacious. There weren't too many things inside a few heavily padded mats, a large desk, and on the far wall, extra tennis rackets and balls ready for use in case more were needed up in the front of the facility. You squeeze Yuju's firm ass, "You have a really nice body, you know." Your hands swiftly move to her hips as you lift her and place Yuju on the desk.

"Woah, hey!" She shouts as you pull her skirt and panties off in a swift motion. You have her lean back as you take a seat on the desk chair and hold her legs as she struggles. "Not so quick, I need a little bit of- ah!" Yuju can’t finish her sentence as your tongue lashes at her lips. Her back arched as your tongue dove into her pussy, and her protests stopped as she relaxed and let you do your work. You took one of your hands and started to play with her clit sending her to the next level as she couldn't restrain her moans anymore.

"Did your ex ever do this for you?" Yuju whines, refusing to answer you. You push your tongue further in response while flicking her clit with your fingers.

"Oh fuck!" Yuju cries as her pleasure increases. "Fuck, fuck. I'm cumming!" She grabs onto your head, pushing you forward as she cums. Her legs flexed on either side of you, and her grip on your hair tightened. As her orgasm finishes, Yuju's grip loosens, and you get up to kiss her. Her eyes half-lidded and panting, Yuju accepts the kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. You pull down your shorts and boxers quickly; as Yuju lays eyes on your hard cock, she looks shocked. She gulped, thinking about what your cock would do to her.

You slide your cock along her lips, drawing moans from Yuju. Your cock slowly became slick with her juices as Yuju mewled in pleasure. "Put it in."

"What was that, Yuju?" You said teasingly.

"Put it in, fuck me," She begged.

At her behest, you impale her with your cock. Yuju screams, "Oh fuck me!" As her pussy stretches to take in your cock, her walls constrict around you as you pull out and slam back into her. You kiss her, and she returns it; you slip your tongue inside, playing with hers. Yuju moans into the kiss as she slowly wraps her arms around you as you thrust into her.

"I am bigger than him, Yuju?" You say as you break the kiss.

Between her moans, Yuju says, "Bigger and better, he never ate my pussy. His shrimp dick could never compare to yours. Oh, fuck! Give me more, fuck me harder! Make me yours, cum inside my pussy!" Yuju, in the middle of that, finally broke and gave in to you.

Satisfied with that answer, your cock pushes deeper into her, and her moans grow louder. "We haven't even started Yuju; I hope you can last."

"I don't care if I pass out, just keep fucking me; I-" Yuju is cut off as you strip her of her shirt and start licking her nipple. Yuju grabs at her other tit and pinches her nipple; she bites her bottom lip as she is overcome by pleasure and cums for the second time. Her pussy tightens around your cock, and you speed up your thrusts until you feel your orgasm coming. Yuju wraps her legs around your waist as she feels your cock pulse inside her. "Do it! Cum inside my pussy; I'll be your woman from now on!" You impale Yuju with your cock with your last thrust before you paint her walls white with cum. "Yes! That's it. All that warm cum inside me." Yuju kisses you for a moment. "I'm your woman now; I'll never have another cock as good as yours."

"So you've forgotten your ex already?" You say in a sarcastic tone.

"Who? Oh, you mean that asshole who could never make me cum?" She said cruelly.

You cup Yuju's cheek before telling her, "You'll just be another one of my cumdumps from now on."

"That’s going to be heaven. I'll be your cumdump forever."

"Then be a good girl and turn onto your stomach" You pull out of Yuju, and she flips herself onto her stomach. You notice that she had a butt plug-in. You put your hand on it, "Were you going to fuck the first person you saw, Yuju?"

"No, I wasn't. I- ah," She moans as you lightly pull on it.

"Are you lying to me, Yuju? A good cumdump wouldn't lie."

"Yes, yes! I was going to fuck the first person I saw. I should've come to you though your cock is the only one who would've satisfied me!"

You pull on her butt plug harder, and it comes out with a pop. Yuju lets out a loud moan as her asshole is left wide open. "You're a good girl for telling the truth, but you need to be punished for lying to me in the first place." You take your slick cock and slide into Yuju's asshole.

"Wait! Wait! You're too big!" Yuju cries as her asshole stretches further than it ever had.

"You need to be punished, Yuju; you're my cumdump now." You remind her. You slide your cock into Yuju's ass, reveling in the feeling of it gripping your cock. "You've got a pretty nice ass Yuju. It would've been a shame not to use it; thanks for giving me a reason to." After that, you pull out until just the tip is inside before slamming her ass.

"Fuck!" She yells as she's forced to take your cock.

"Don't worry, Yuju; you'll get used to this cock up your ass." You grab her waist and pull her closer to you as you start plowing her. Your balls slap against her pussy as it leaks cum onto the floor below. Soon enough, her cries of pain turn to moans. "See, Yuju, you're already getting used to it." You say with a laugh.

"Thank you for punishing me; a cumdump shouldn't lie to her master," she says through gritted teeth. "Your cock is the best master! Thank you for punishing your dumb cumslut! I should've known better than to lie to you!"

"That’s the spirit, Yuju. As a reward, I'll make sure to flood your ass with my cum"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You slam against Yuju's ass, spanking her while you do. You feel your orgasm cumming up, and as Yuju's ass tightened around your cock you grew rougher, making sure she got every last inch. Burying your cock inside her, you unleash a wave of seven in her ass. Yuju's body shakes and tenses up as she climaxes, only to go limp on the table as time passes. As you take your cock out of her ass, you hear her mumble, "thank you for using me."

"Oh Yuju, you have so much to learn. Get your things; we're going back to my place. Everyone will make sure you know what it's like to be my cumslut."

"Yes, master." She says as she falls to her knees when she tries to get her things. Slowly but surely, she gets her shirt on, struggling with it because of a lack of energy.

"Yuju, don't put on your panties. I want you to walk around with my cum leaking out of you."

"Yes, master," She mumbles as she puts her skirt on and her panties in her bag. She can barely walk and has to lean on you as you go to your place. On the way, you called every one, ensuring they were ready for a new playmate.

#yuju smut #gfriend smut #kpop smut #male reader #m reader

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byrdtrolls · 1 month

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An Aside for The Perfect Scapegoat

Your name is Matise Aphrod, and you are mildly annoyed.

This is how you spend a majority of your time, ever so slightly peeved things weren’t going perfectly. You are looking at a chart of your analytics, Rollyn’s sales, instagrub and television views and engagement, and are disappointed. So her ex boyfriend erased her memory- so Sereni kicked his ass. The most recent scandal had caused a boost in attention, sure. Talk shows couldn’t get enough of it and related tags were trending, but none of it seems to translate into your bottom line- sales. The boost in her collections sales was too small to be called significant. And on top of that, Rollyn keeps telling you she wants to stop doing interviews. Whatever happened to quitting while you’re ahead? She wants to quit when the train’s barely rolling. Suddenly, your phone rings. You glance down at the caller ID, and grin.

“Thought I might be hearing from you” You say. “Before you tell me to stop shit talking you in the media, remember that money speaks louder than words.”

“If we’re to come to some kind of monetary agreement, I prefer to do it in person.” Sunset Blinks answers. “You’ll be down south for the next round of interviews, correct? How about 7pm at The Nouveau Table, Thursday night?”

“Moving a little fast there, aren’t you kid?”

“I have money for you” He answers. “Be there, or don’t.” And then he has the gaul to hang up on you. The absolute nerve of this guy, to think you’d fall for such a transparent, greed motivated ploy. Does he think you’re some kind of idiot?

It’s Thursday night, and you are walking through the open floor plan of a crowded restaurant, to a table where your client's ex-kismesis sits, staring forward blankly, resting his head on his hands.

“Hi” You say, sitting down, leafing through the menu. “You’re buying, right? How’s this place’s steak?”

“Let's cut to the chase” The purpleblood says, not touching his menu.

“I won’t shut her up for less than 15 mil.” You say. “And I wrote down everything that happened, so don’t try to erase my memory, Mr. One Trick Pony. “ You warn.

“Wipe your memory?” Sunset says, sipping the last of his water, and then slamming his glass on the table, shattering the top of it.

“No, I want everyone to know what you did,” He says.

You stare, your hands raising defensively. “Easy kid” You say. “I’m a drinker, I’m twice your size” You warn.

He laughs, which makes you start to think he’s just crazy.

“I imagine you consider yourself very clever, Mr. Aphrod, but your moves are transparent to me” He says, brandishing his weapon. “You think nobody else has noticed the coincidental timing of Rollyn coming forward? Right by the release of her new line” he laughs. “I mean- for fucks sake! You even edited commercials to include mentions of the event!”

“What?” You stutter.

He stabs you. For a moment, you are frozen in shock, then you stumble forward, scrambling to bite the little gremlin, but he’s so wirey. And he moves like a man who’s been in his fair share of fights. And despite your earlier bragging, simply being bigger and a vampire does not automatically make a better combatist. Somehow, Sunset slams you into the floor.

“Next time you want to plan a marketing stunt” He hisses, pulling out the glass and stabbing you with it again.

“You leave the fucking mafia out of it!” He says. “You wanted to extort me? For money? I don’t think you understand your position. This?” He says, holding up his bloodstained stump of glass. “Is a warning,” He says. “I won’t give you another.”

You try to answer- I mean, he’s accusing you of things you actually didn’t do. That never happens! Usually you have done the things, but this is just unfair. But the words don’t make it out your mouth, you’re too busy coughing up blood.

“You and I both know I never touched Rollyn’s memory. I know her well enough to know she’s only doing this on your orders.” Sunset lies, dropping the glass, and throwing up his hands, gesturing up at all the people in the restaurant who have just witnessed the conversation.

“And so does anyone with eyes.” He says.

And then he leaves.

#teehee a short little one #matise gets stabbed so thats cool #stabbing tw #my writing #matise writing #sunset writing #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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obstinaterixatrix · 5 months

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I read all of The Honest Life of a Game Studio and now I am obsessed do you have recs for anything like it.

I wish. I FUCKING WISH. but it’s really one of a kind. higefusa really just wrote mundane slice of life office drama with the level of detail that could only be provided by a gamer who has worked in the industry AND he threw in some life or death stakes as a treat. how often do we get an incredibly normal office worker stuck in time prison??? and it’s ONE ARC??? not often enough.

none of these are gonna be just like game-ya but in terms of romances with attention to detail for industry/niche fields… ok all of these are gonna be kind of weird so bear with me.

double section is a BL about an auditor for an insurance company and an insurance salesman, I wouldn’t necessarily give it a blanket rec but I liked how Passionate the main characters were about audits and workplace regulations. a lot of heated drama for the most normal office setting possible. in the author’s note the artist talks about interviewing health insurance salesmen.

ginmokusei is more of a conventional BL but it’s about a guy who inherited his grandpa’s tailor shop and an ex maître d who shows up and demands to help him before he goes bankrupt. there’s a little bit about branding and marketing and bank loans. what has Always Stayed With Me is when the love interest basically goes like ‘you’re using all these flashy ads and being really pushy with discounts. are you selling beef bowls.’ every time I pass a clothes shop that goes really flashy with the discount banners I think ‘are they selling beef bowls…’

panel x magic. okay I said it was going to be weird. so this yuri is about a recent graduate who applies for office jobs and ends up doing image editing for… I guess a brothel? it doesn’t go into critiques of the sex industry, but I thought it was interesting how it takes a really logistical perspective in terms of marketing, advertising, and image manipulation… one of the chapters has the main character going like ‘oh god I’m trying to edit this risqué photo by making the thighs thinner and giving the face a glow-up but I keep making the model look like a weird alien this looks like something from a photo booth’ and gets advice from her coworkers like ‘hey why don’t you look up makeup tutorials to get a sense of what to touch up.’ hasn’t been translated in a while but it kind of hits that… really in-depth look at the logistics of a job.

I think there’s more I’m not remembering at the moment, at one point I think sundry made a joke about rating office romances by how much office work is shown. there’s a couple ones that *kinda* fit but not really… wait. wait wait wait. WAIT. oh my god it has such a h•rny title. okay. so I’m being 100% sincere when I say that the main story for hammered and pounded is a BL with interesting office politics. it’s also incredibly h•rny, but game-ya gets pretty h•rny so whatever. but yeah there’s a whole subplot where the love interest, who works in sales, has actually always wanted to work in R&D, and it becomes A Whole Thing where the head of R&D is in conflict with the head of sales over whether or not a transfer is gonna happen and there’s no romance involved with the conflict it’s all office politics

and in a similar vein, to your right, you will see my boyfriend is about a guy who’s working as a tour guide in kyoto and at the artist talks about how she used to work as a tour guide. I think it’s fun, though I have my qualms. the main character does do studying about how to be an effective tour guide and goes from being like ‘ugh I’m saying all the facts but no one’s listening’ to ‘haha check out this extremely long name of the temple we’re about to see! make sure to remember it, it’ll be the password for getting off the bus ;D’

I have another category of vaguely similar vibes of genre bending mundane office work + fantastical situations

tokusatsu gagaga is a gen series that’s a BIG fave of mine, the main character is an OL who loves tokusatsu so she imagines a lot of scenarios with that sort of vibe. it’s not diagetic, but it’s really fun when it’s stuff like ‘I’M AT KARAOKE WITH MY COWORKERS BUT I CAN’T OUT MYSELF AS A TOKUSATSU OTAKU THIS IS JUST LIKE BEING ATTACKED BY A KARAOKE-THEMED MONSTER EMERJASON HELP ME!!!!’ the eng tl hasn’t been updated in a while but there’s a live action adaption that’s really good

magilumiere co. ltd. is a gen series that’s basically ‘what if magical girls were like… sanitation workers for monsters’ so it’s a lot of company logistics in a fantastical setting. I don’t think I got that far into it before getting distracted, but it was interesting (though perhaps overly generous/idealistic about start-ups as a concept).

#ask #anonymous #gylb #orlbs #there’s also stuff like #perfect propose I really enjoyed for how it really highlights how toxic workplaces manipulate/exploit workers #(consent is an issue for that series tho)#and 24 hour kiss actually has stuff like ‘the manufacturer fucked up our bags what are we going to do’#(consent is a REALLY BIG ISSUE for that series tho)#anyway I’m not sure I’d consider these recs so I won’t put them in my recs tag #my god I spent like an hour on this #Gohan no Otomo ni… kinda…?#recs

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spade-riddles · 1 year

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Submission: Kaylor TED Talk 💘

Okay, hear me out. I think the Midnights album is a 13 track love letter to KK and the evolution of the Kaylor relationship, looking back reflectively. I think there's other little things splattered in the songs but for me, it all screams Kaylor. For this to apply, you have to believe they're still together, in secret. I've only listened to the album twice so I'm sure there's so much more I've missed, but I just had to get my initial thoughts out of my brain! Sorry if it's not too cohesive.

1. Lavender Haze: the beginning of meeting KK and the bearding. Taylor just wants to stay in the lavender Haze with KK and ignore the media saying she should marry whichever beard she has at the time

2. Maroon: living together in NY in the height of the Kaylor days ("my roommates rose" - they were "ROOMMATES", sounds like something two roommates who were also together would joke about)

3. Anti-Hero: Taylor admitting dating her is a problem because of her very squeaky clean marketed image and she's worried she'll lose KK because of this ("I'm the problem, it's me")

4. Snow on the Beach: Big Sur Trip, Taylor & KK falling hard for each other, the VS performance together ("stars by the pocketful" - you drew stars around my scars)

5. You're On Your Own, Kid: Taylor realising she's on her own with the bearding situation, and the only person she searches for who understands, is KK whose in the same position, but perhaps Taylor doesn't like KKs Beard of choice ("we're the best of friends", "there's just one who could make me stay" - KK convinced Taylor to move to NY)

6. Midnight Rain: Taylor reflecting on all her beards that she's had to protect her and KK ("my boy was a montage' - this made me think of how the media always have slideshows of all her "Boyfriends")

7. Question...?: Kissgate! 💋 (There's a part of the track that sounds like massive applause at a concert)

8. Vigilante Shit: Taylor and Karlie, 2022, preparing to give up their beards and claim their revenge on JK ("so on the weekends" - reminds me of "giving me your weekends", "lately she's been dressing for revenge" - Taylor and KK have both worn revenge dresses recently, "thick as thieves with your ex wife" - like Kaylor always used to be)

9. Bejeweled: Taylor has to still shine in public, with her polished image that she didn't want to ruin in Anti-Hero, is still "required" to protect her and KK, but she can make sure she owns the story when she goes out in public. I feel like she sings this song with a bit of a wink, like only she knows when she shines in public why she does and its not what most people think ("they ask do you have a man, I don't remember" - could this be any louder?)

10. Labyrinth: This song convinced me Kaylor are still together, they've navigated the labyrinth of their whole relationship in the public eye and then in secret. It talks about someone who knows her so deeply, and I think it's the most beautiful song on the album, talking about how she's falling in love with KK again, even after so many years. It gives me Daylight vibes ("I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around" 🥺)

11. Karma: I think this is about bearding again, ("Karma is my boyfriend", - he's the reason she gets what she deserves in KK "I keep my side of the street clean" - she's kept Kaylor secret for years now, "Karma is the wind in my hair on the weekend" - another weekend vibe like in Cardigan)

12. Sweet Nothing: Sounds like a lullaby 🥺, maybe Taylor reminiscing on early Kaylor days and Big Sur again and how Karlie has always been there for her despite the pressures of Taylor's career ("I wrote a poem on the way home" - YAIL vibes, "you're in the kitchen humming" - barefoot in the kitchen vibes, "I run home to your sweet nothings")

13. Mastermind: Now we get to the closing song which cemented this theory for me. How Taylor orchestrated her whole meeting with KK at the VS show, and how that led to the dominoes falling into place for them to blossom in to Kaylor. And how Karlie knew all along ("none of it was accidental", "saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time" - just go and watch the VS backstage meeting with them)

Thanks for coming to my Kaylor TED Talk 💘

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maria-eve-falcon · 11 months

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I think she understood his anxieties, you can hear in her songs over the years and I think just from what we know of her as a person... I think she got tired of waiting for him to do something and decide what he wanted in his life... And you can say that him not deciding has to do with his anxieties, but I think she understood him and just waited as long as she could...

sorry I didn't answer early.. I had this answer in my mind but I was(am) to0 tired.

precaution : it's gonna be long and there will be out of this particular topic disclosure because idk why a box inside was opened by this

so.. while I get people when they say she waited too long (bit skeptical) we can't blame anyone (this is making me cry wow parasocial much?) and:

they both of mental issues as we know . god knows what was their position in times. normal people without any issues (almost everyone has issues cause 'perfect' is just not a thing) can't commit easily , famous people with issues having a hard time is really normal. commitment is big. it's not just a piece of paper (imo)

I can't blame joe at all here. cause look at the position he was in. his career kickstarted and he was with her. something very unsimilar with her other exes. so, he doesn't have a career close to the people that debuted with him / close to the time he did i.e liz debici (they won a chopard together ) . he doesn't have enough press (lmfao billy lynn had the record for most press(if not collectively) with him until recently ), nominations and stability what so far judging that he is a decent actor (you can disagree for sure but he IS a decent actor objectively (even when miscast) )

I understand he doesn't want fame and hoards of money doesn't mean he doesn't want a stable career ( while tay's is 740 million a year! that's a load even after paying for everyone and everything! (idk why I pointed this out) )(acting is not a stable career choice it self but I bet he wants to have some kind of stability before at least marriage) AND he has to calculate his every word and action since the beginning .

this is gonna sound mean but do you think tay's position screams suitable for marriage and babies? I'm sorry but she is the position (was before the tour too!) where she literally is on top of the world ! ( yeah I wrote this after the people's article so I'm angry) to get married now and gain a load of attention FOR IT, is sure to be overwhelming for an actor like joe who grew up pretty normal. posh , but normal. I'm sorry but she hasn't step down at all! (not her fault but.. not his either)

considering everything I just pointed out lame excuses (this is gonna get ugly so buck up) what about her picking fights? (when you are in love, you fight but don't pick them?! ) for example afterglow, false god. she even said she knows it's her fault but wants HIM to apologize first. (i'm a person who used to always apologize first and boy, at a point you don't care and distance yourself from those who keep making ya do that (that's how my rtl with my 8 year long bestie ended, fucking exhausting I tell ya) ) ALSO when SHE broke HIS heart first! sorry but my man is human!

ok , fuck all I said . even judging by ylm , I'm assuming with pressure to work on his career or not he couldn't read her mind cause surprise! he is human! they just needed to talk about where they were or what she actually wanted but clearly she didn't understand that.

also about letting go. do you really think a woman who is still writing songs about jm (something that happened 13 years ago) AND INDICATING ENOUGH THAT IT'S ABOUT HIM KNOWING WHAT HER FANS ARE LIKE , going as far to dress up like she was in the vma's literally a decade ago and announcing her new album on the bday of some guy's ex wife (who every one is done dragging for the last 3 years) on mtv music awards is letting go? that thing icked me soo hard . what is growing up is confusing to me since midnights announce. she needs to stop these little clues to diss people that are perfectly fine with their lives and don't care at all! it just shows she loves dragging things and can't let go or be cool about it after soo many years!(nothing else!) and worst part is she makes it obvious that it's about them. now it has come to the point where it is just a stupid topic for everyone to make fun of. her pain surrounding jm and kanye has been dragged for soo long by none other than her and her fans that either people just roll their eyes and move on or it's just a joke atp!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr : I just made 7 points of why joe might have not proposed to her and was stressing about doing so.

#taylor swift #swiftwyn #life

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sophietv · 10 months

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The Multidimensions Of Taylor's Art

I wrote this piece on Twitter back in May when people were very loud about the fact that trying to attribute a song to a muse was disrecpectful and was diminishing Taylor's art.

I think today is a good day to repost it:

Taylor Swift's art is multidimensional. She said it herself and as we keep repeating over and over again, she's a Mastermind.

The message she conveys with one song is larger than just being a good song with beautifully written lyrics.

I see a lot of people talking recently about how when people talk about the muses of the song they are "reducing" Taylor's art to her muses. And how gaylorism was somewhat "better" before because the focus was less on this.

(I would like to differ on this, but it’s a whole other conversation).

But Taylor's art is multidimensional and intentionally directed to her fans. ALL her fans.

In one song, she manages not only to create a masterpiece with incredible lyricism.

She also manages to include deep queer references, ingrained in queer history.

She also managed multiple times to reference queer arts, books, poems, artists etc.

Acknowledging all of it and appreciating it is, yes, very important. I mean, it's the core of her art and a beautiful part of gaylorism.

Who hasn't learned a lot about our own history all thanks to Taylor?

But while this part is very true. Taylor also manages to make sure in every song that we can identify the muse.

It has always been an important part of her artistry. Remember liner notes from Debut to 1989?

She even decided that it was not enough, and starting with reputation, she started including Taymojies, making sure you knew very well who and what that song was about.

But she doesn't even stop there. For most of her songs starting with 1989 all the way to Midnights, she's also making sure that you can identify said muse through her lyrics.

Ever wonder why, for most of her songs there's parallels you can easily make with social media posts, articles, interviews, videos etc?

She's making sure that she references things in her songs that will point to the muse and that you'll be able to track back with some simple google search.

All of this is very very clearly intentional.

She also uses the same imagery that she knows very well her fans can recognize since 1989 while talking about her muse.

Using recurring themes that she's well aware her fans (us) will associate with the person (Sun, gold, New York, daisies etc.)

But the depth of her work doesn't even stop there. She'll even use timestamps in her songs to communicate certain messages or references to certain persons. And this is when the length of the song is not simply intentionally referencing one person:

Ex Sweet Nothings: Karlie's birthday

And so much more…

This can clearly be qualified as pure genius. But she pushes it even farther.

If we take Midnights for example she even samples her songs to older ones to help you identify the time, the event or the muse this song references.

Lavender Haze - I Think He Knows

Question…? - Out Of The Woods

Maroon - King Of My Heart

And it's not even the end of the massive amount of information that she manages to put out in a 3-4 minutes song.

This is simply astonishing.

Her brain truly is amazing.

Her lyrics videos are made to help you identify what and who the song is about. With visual clues and very intentional uses of capital letters and comas.

For example: "Your Midas touch"

Making sure you know she's referencing king Midas who turned everything he touched into gold (gold again, interesting).

Or: "some name dropping sleaze tell me what are my Wordsworth"

From The Lakes, referencing the poet William Wordsworth.

And it still goes further. She will include small details in her songs that you'll pick up on if you pay attention but will fly right past most listeners. A sort of secret message for those who really pay attention.

Ex: in Getaway Car, when she sings.

"Ain't a circus, ain't a love story and now we're both sorry (we're both sorry)"

This is two girls singing "we're both sorry. Meaning the relationship she was trying to protect with this getaway car was with a girl. Once again pointing to the muse.

I already wrote a novel and I haven't even touched the music videos and tour visuals…

But her genius in songwriting doesn't even end there.

Because, if you don't know the muse or refuse to see it. She'll also manage to buy some plausible deniability in her songs so it kind of points to her PR relationships too.

Not much, just enough so that if you really want to believe those Hollywood stories, you can hold on to these lines/visuals and be happy.

But she manages to do so, while staying true to the real muse and not so much to the PR relationship.

A good example is Invisible String and the famous Yogourt shop line with the wrong shirt color.

If your life depends on Toe, it's enough to make you happy and you won't search much further.

However if you search a bit, you'll find out how she intentionally messed up the lyrics.

I could still go on and on about the depth, the genius and the complexity of her songwriting, but I think you see my point now.

She said it herself, her songwriting is painfully autobiographical. And she puts an immeasurable amount of effort in it to make sure you get the story right.

Dismissing the muse of the song to not reduce her work is just as bad as dismissing her queerness and all the references she does to it, to not "speculate" on her.

In both, of all the multidimensional approaches that she uses in her art. You are keeping yourself from enjoying and dismissing about 50% of her hard work. If not more when you include music videos.

Acknowledging her muses to the songs is not reducing anything but more embracing as much as you can the genius and hard work she puts behind every song and every artistic decision she makes.

And I'm not saying that you HAVE to acknowledge the muse or else you are not a true fan. Art is meant to be enjoyed differently by every person and at the end of the day you take what makes you happy, simple as that.

My point is to say that acknowledging the muse in her music is not reducing anything. Quite the contrary.

#kaylor #gaylor #lsk #lgbetty #taylor swift #gaylor swift #gaylor twitter #gaylor theory #She is a lyrical genius #songwriter of our generation #I'm in awe #She never ceases to amaze me

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frangipanilove · 7 months

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It’s Conspiracy Theory Time; some thoughts on the money/currency theme…

Last year I wrote a series of posts about the "money/currency" symbolism we’ve been seeing through the years. I called it Heads or Tails (and also here), because ultimately it tied into the fact that “coda” (as in episode 5x8 Coda), literally means “tail”.

Recently, @wdway made me aware of a piece of graffiti on the wall behind Daryl in TWDDD 1x4 La Dame De Fer. We could see it in the background much of the time in the scene with Daryl, Antoine and the pigeons. I’ve talked about the pigeons before, and how they’re part of the blue bird symbolism (here).

The graffiti, shown on the wall behind Daryl here, at first glance seems to be a “3” and a “G” and a dollar symbol, “$”.

If we put our tinfoil hats on, surely we can come up with a better interpretation. Both @wdway and myself are deep enough into TD territory to view most symbolism through our special TD colored lenses, and we have no problem interpreting the “3G$” as “BG$”. Squint your eyes and suspend your disbelief and I’m sure you’ll see it too😄

Obviously, in our scenario, the BG stands for Beth Greene. But what about the dollar symbol?

Like I mentioned above, I wrote about the “money/currency” theme last year. Long story short, it’s connected to the symbolism we see around Beth, and we see that demonstrated by Lance Hornsby in season 11 of TWD. He carries around a lucky coin, and he likes to let the coin decide when he’s faced with difficult decisions. Heads or tails? The coin decides.

I’ve circled the number “82” on Lance’s coin. As I wrote about in this post, the number 82 (or episode 8x2) is crucial because it refers to the episode where we saw the second Blue Heron painting, it’s resurrection symbolism. And the fact that we see it on Lance Hornsby’s lucky coin suggests the “money/currency” symbolism is intertwined with this as well. And that’s how symbolism works in TWDU. There are usually many layers to each symbol. Everything can be interpreted in multiple ways, and most symbols are synonymous with other symbols. “Beer” and “bear” are examples of this, they can be used interchangeably, and they both in my opinion ultimately point to the North Star/home symbolism (for exemple here). Radios and dogs are other exemples, they ultimately point to the Sirius symbolism, which means “return/resurrection/rebirth”. I’ve written about that here.

Another thing tptb like to do is use words that sounds similar phonetically, like serious/Sirius, beer/bear. They proved they were able and willing to utilize this methodology in TWD 5x16 when Daryl and Aaron followed a guy to Del Arno Foods (“there are no foods”).

You know, the place with the trailers that had “How The Harvest Gets Home” on their side…where they found the Alaska licence plate with the star constellation the “Big Dipper” and “Polaris” (which is the North Star, and therefore North Star/home symbolism)…

With that in mind, come on a little journey with me. Let’s explore some symbolism! We’ve heard a lot about French impressionist painter Monet recently. What word in the English language could “Monet” phonetically sound like? Put your tinfoil hat on and sing “Monet” three times out loud to the tune of a well known ABBA song…

In 1x4 we even had tptb outright confirm the connection for us. Quinn, Isabelles ex-boyfriend, brings Madame Genet over to discuss business:

"I brought you here to negotiate for the American". He asks Genet what that's worth. She suggests weapons? Calvados?

Quinn only wants a Monet.

Now, let's appreciate how the auto-generated subtitles on this screenshot below interpreted Quinn's request for a Monet as "money". Just to be absolutely clear, his prize is a Monet, meaning a painting by Monet. "Japaneese Footbridge" to be precise. But the fact that the auto-generated subtitles heard "money" basically proves my point. Phonetically, “Monet” and “money” sound very similar, much like serious/Sirius and bear/beer.

And finally, this statement from Madame Genet further reinforces the connection between "Monet" and "money":

"Quinn is a transactional man".

It is hereby thoroughly established by tptb that any reference to the painter Monet could be interpreted as a reference to the "money/currency" symbolism. Quinn can give Genet what she wants, but a Monet is his price. The Monet is the currency that will pay for the transaction.

With that out of the way, let’s return to the graffiti on the wall behind Daryl in TWDDD 1x4. Say we’re crazy enough to believe it says “BG$”, what does that even mean?

In my “Heads or Tails” post from last year, I talked about a few significant instances of “money/currency” references around Beth:

There’s this scene from 4x12 Still, where Daryl inexplicably collected money and jewelry at the Pine Vista Country Club. Beth was as confused as the rest of us, what did he need that for?

For symbolism. He needed it for symbolism.

Later we saw Beth light a stack of dollar bills on fire:

“Fire” is Sirius symbolism as I’ve talked about in many of my posts. It means return, it means “coming back”…

In TWD 11x2 Acheron 2 we saw this:

…a 100 dollar bill with a note which talked about “coming back”, and there’s also a “radio” mention…(sirius symbolism)

It is clear there's a recurring theme around the "money/currency" symbolism, namely one of "coming back", or in other words, Sirius symbolism.

So why have tptb decided that “money/currency” references are symbolism that indicates that Beth will be returning/coming back?

And how could the graffiti from TWDDD 1x4 play into this type of symbolism?

Because there’s this:

It turns out the term “greenback” dollar is slang for the US currency. The term originated from the 1860s, and stems from the fact that the notes were literally printed with green(e) ink. They were "green(e)" on the "back"...

So, when @wdway sent me her screenshot of the graffiti behind Daryl and told me she suspected the “3G$” in reality was a “BG$”, I was already primed to agree with her. In the past, I've tied this theme to various representations of money/currency. This time however, the BG (Beth Greene) is directly tied to the dollar symbol ($). So you could argue the graffiti on the wall behind Daryl, as he sets the pigeons free(!), spells out "Beth Greene Green(e)back dollar”.

Green(e). Back.

Beth Greene will "come back", she will "return"...

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #beth x daryl #the walking dead #twd #twddd #money/currency #82 #greenback dollar

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sumire-no-nikki · 6 months

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Endurance

There’s this thing I did recently that I think I rather regret. I was in a conversation with someone from my past discussing a relationship that did not end well. I have no hate or negative feelings for this person specifically. And certainly it was easy enough to recount everything good about them. But it’s never a good feeling to be reminded that I’m not good enough for that relationship to have worked. I think if I had left that reunion of sorts short and sweet, just an acknowledgement and then a goodbye, I wouldn’t be feeling so pathetic. Why had I faced that so head on? But I’ve also come to realise that I’ve always been like this: a wilful, adventurous person who bites more than she can chew. The thought of saying yes despite the difficulty has always been the natural, logical thing. I’ve always felt that trying something is the point regardless of the outcome. So I tend to do stuff like this. I tend to just dive in head first. As I seem to be wired to do, in the odd hours of the morning I responded, I opened my heart to this ex friend. I spoke, I attempted.

The talk sat in the back burner for days after but in my most emotional moments I think I might even say I wish I had never known this person. I wish I didn’t put myself in that situation in the first place. I should be feeling pretty damn good right now, shouldn’t I? I was right. I foresaw what this other person confided in me. I had given advice accordingly, I offered support. But back then I wasn’t listened to and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be chosen. Even when this person came back to tell me they see it now, it still feels so sharp, the rejection even more poignant. Didn’t I tell you, I was tempted to ask. Wasn’t I worth believing? Wasn’t I looking out for you? Wasn’t the freedom I am handing you not enough? Could you not feel all of that? Months after the end of that relationship I wrote a small piece comparing myself to Cassandra—someone who could foresee things but cursed to never be believed. How ironic in light of everything. But vindication is such a shallow puddle. I’m not happy to hear my assessment of this person’s situation had been accurate. I’m not even sure I’m happy I laid my purest and good faith feelings bare again to this person. But I’ll carry the scar in the shape of them my whole life.

I don’t regret things. It’s not in my nature. But in this case, I do think I’ve come to quite regret it. By "it" I mean everything. I mean ever meeting them, knowing them, loving them and now re-engaging. Would it be fine for me to say I wish I could carry on as if this person were dead? If only to stop feeling that I’m not and will never be good enough for them or anyone else? No, it wouldn’t be nice of me. I’m not sure it accurately reflects my feelings even. But I’m desperate to find a way to cope.

Oddly enough, the light at the end of the tunnel came in the form of a quote (of all things!) Not too long ago I happened upon it on my dashboard—a somewhat dry “you can do it!” type of advice. I initially ignored it but something about it made me do a double take.

“Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance.” - James Baldwin

While out on a walk, getting angrier by the stride at this situation with my ex friend and revisiting that painful time, the word “endurance” flashed in my mind. Endurance is something that is built up. It isn’t something that someone is born with or a result of genetic lottery. It’s a skill. And I thought, if I’m to build up my endurance for life then I mustn’t shy away from difficulties. There would be nothing to endure without suffering after all.

I realised while out on that walk that the only way to recover from regret is to endure harder, to keep at living life until the regret no longer even matters. Yes, I tend to throw myself at anything and that can cause a lot of hurt but I think that’s the whole point. If I’m not pushing myself in ways that put me in uncomfortable situations then there isn’t space for me to grow. I need to endure life and I need to increase my tolerance for it. I’m not stupid or weak—I’ve got my own set of strengths. When once running 2k was Mt. Everest to me, I can now run 5k easily, and 7k by pushing myself. I’m no where near achieving 10k but I am approaching it. And I was only able to get here by facing the challenge of running everyday.

James Baldwin said that beyond talent, there’s discipline, love, luck and endurance. I haven’t had much love in life. I’ve barely had any luck at all. But I can make up for all of that with discipline. And I can’t make people choose me, or convince them that I’m worth it. It will hurt every time I’m reminded of that. I will continue to try different loves and different flavours of people and I will be let down again and again. But I will endure. I will get stronger with each rejection. I won’t look away from it. I’ll face it head on. I want it to feel like muscles burning after a workout, like eye strain after a long day of creating and working on something. I’m independent. I always find a way. I’ve never let anything stop me and I’ve never been a coward. So I won’t start now. I’m not afraid. I know who I am. I will endure.

This is the past and the future colliding. The dead and finished against my still beating heart. That relationship is over. No amount of wishing can bring that time back for those actions that led to the end to be undone. No matter how accurate my warnings were, no matter how much I offered, the decision has been made. The only thing left to do, the only thing there ever is to do it seems, is to keep going. So I will.

#diary #sumire-no-nikki

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evelyyyna · 2 years

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WHY THE ENDING OF THE AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER DOES NOT MAKE SENCE (Part 1 )

Okay first, let's talk about the creators. So, Bryke. (sigh).

Two people had this idea about a sketch of an old man and turned him into a child. And they they were like " Hey, we should make this a reality" ( just for you to know I do not know their real words but it must went like this). They investigated, they wrote, they painted and ATLA as we all know it, came to life. This work is one of the best animations ever, not only for the story, but also for the dark themes which are shown into the eyes of children that watch the show, the stories , the characters , the songs and especially (and in my opinion one of my favorites) the directing.

A.HOW THE DIRECTING FORESHADOWS THE OUTCOME OF A TV SHOW AND HOW THE ATLA DOES IT

In many movies or tv shows, or even books or theatre plays, ( most of the time after you finish watching or reading the project in front of you and if you do some research on the internet- - that's what I do- ) you will realize that the director was giving you hints about the ending. Literally throwing you hints and images so you would be the investigator of his work and find out about the ending. Now that, is mostly happening in works of the Asian culture. And I think that it is has to do with a new idea of writing ( or an old one that has been come to the surface the recent of years) which I'm a fan of and I would like to think that in my works of writing, I use this way of communicating with my audience pretty successfully. Cause that is how your work WILL ACTUALLY COME TO LIFE. ONLY WHEN THE AUDIENCE WILL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND AND GET TO KNOW THE CORE OF YOUR WORK, THE HEART AND SOUL OF YOUR CREATION. This does not have to exist in all the projects that are shown in front of your eyes, only some which are the ones that interest us.

ATLA is one of those shows. And the director does not do that only in scenes that have to do with future plans they have, things that are going to happen. They do that with scenes that have to do with the characters as people and times that those people are fighting inside them with their wills and their emotions, in times when they remember things they did, people they have lost , even themselves.

ex:

1) We all know the scene when Sokka and Suki first almost kissed. Sokka just have lost Yue and actually meeting his future girlfriend again. It is night, they both are sitting together and Suki wants to express to Sokka that she has feelings for him. And Sokka seems to have feelings too. But when Suki closes her eyes and prepares herself for the kiss, Sokka can feel the moon to shine above them. The moon that reminds him something or someone from his past, Yue the beautiful and first love of Sokka that sacrificed herself in order to save her people and actually became the Moon Spirit. Yue that may be actually able to see him from where she is. And suddenly the guilt of him forgetting her strikes him. Makes him pull back and explain to Suki why he did not kiss her and why he cannot.

2)And an other example is when Zuko went to see his uncle Iroh in the prison after he betrayed him and joined Azula and his father. If you notice you can see him be the one behind the prison. Not his uncle. And with that we can understand that Zuko is a prisoner of his own people, believes and fears, of his guilt that he had left his uncle. He is not as happy as he thought he would be cause he might earned the love of the father he always want to, but he lost the real father he always had (according to him ), his uncle.

I can present you many many other examples but it is going to take many many hours, so I think you understood my point. Using that kind of directing makes the show alive and we the viewers understand better the characters and we see them as people not only as an animation.

Now where this went absolutely wrong.

B.THE DOWNFALL OF THE ATLA

Before you starting to swear at me, I would like you to remind you that this my opinion, but is based on many many things I and many other people realized after we finished the show. I watched ATLA when I was 12, now I'm 21 but I watch it again every year, in any case, if I make any mistake I would be grateful if you would write to me about it at the comments section ( with a kind and gentle way, thank you).

We all love this show. But that does not necessary means that ATLA does not have it's plots holes. As I talked above about the directing of the show and how much it is important and helps with the plot, in this case it is actually destroying the plot. The directing here is not only responsible. The writing it is too, so it is a combination of these two things that are making the story into reality.

I told you guys about this in my previous post but i'll do it now too. The Episode 02 of S2 : The Cave Of Two Lovers, we see Aang and Katara to be trapped and trying to find a way of getting out of a grave maze before the dark consume them and die before exiting the grave. So, Katara proposes Aang to kiss him cause she looks up at the art that is shown in front of them of a couple kissing and assumes that this is the way of them getting out, cause she read the legent of the 2 lovers, Aang feels shy so he says some words that Katara misunderstands and she gets mad at him. But later, when the torches seem to loose their light from the fire, she looks at him and they both are shown just as they are about to kiss. But then the crystals are shinning and Katara says that this is how the 2 lovers from the grave were finding each other, they will turn off the light and follow the path of the crystals. Aang tries to talk to Katara but she just runs off and gets out of the grave. ( as I said before, SHE LITERALLY RUNS AND LEAVING HIM BEHIND WITHOUT SECOND THOUGHTS ).

Then we have the last episode of S2. When Katara is in the prison with Zuko. They have that moment where it is actually seems very romantic, they speak their truths, something that Zuko never done. He never spoke about his mother. And Katara was always speaking about her dead mother but this is the first time that we see her connecting with someone else (besides her brother), with that matter ( I'm talking about the loss of a mother.) And in the end, when Aang comes and takes her and uncle Iroh takes Zuko and they are separated, what Katara does when she leaves? What Zuko does when Katara is leaving? THEY FUNKY LOOK EACH OTHER!THEY MEET EACH OTHER'S EYES! UNTIL KATARA ACTUALLY STEPS OUT OFN THE PRISON! Like how Katara, meets the enemy's eyes while leaving the cave, after they both had that romantic moment, been surrounded by crystals of the same color with the grave's, they had ( as i said before again and again), the same colors and moves and the way of them standing was the EXACT SAME with the LEGEND OF THE 2 LOVERS? While running away from her destined future husband in the other episode and even though she blushed at the ep2 of S2 she left that incident behind? And the fact that Aang was trying to forget her in the exact same episode, did not help the situation either. Because we were shown another possible pair that actually makes more much sense. Stay tuned for more =P .

PS. So, I wasn't planning of writing a part 2 but now and after hours of writing this one, I will continue and speaking about it in my next post. And the plot holes that exist and what could happen that would make more sense. You will see, you will see. I'm leaving you now ,cause I really need to drink some coffee and then I will continue writing the next post.

#zutara #avatar the last airbender #zuko x katara #zuko #katara #aang x katara #bryke critical #atla #review #shipping #directing #screenwriting #atla aang

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