#and if you happen to see that name and behavior on a pony that looks like an orange cat then that is also my kitten

[0rionz-belt]

we recently let my sister adopt 2 of the 3 kittens we rescued, and the kitten that we kept is, well, a Kitten. She no longer has her sisters to keep her occupied and it's been a bit of a hassle to do so myself. However i discovered last night that she LOVES watching my laptop screen when i play PonyTown. so i changed the name on one of my camo ponies to let everyone know what was up and let her watch the screen.

i unfortunately soon discovered she's also good at preventing me from getting kicked for inactivity.

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer meeting an artist reader

・❥ The King of Hell admires your paintings

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

x: reader is g/n :) no use of pronouns or y/n

warnings: some raunchy details of your painting & mild swearing

When you arrived in Hell, the first thing you did was scream.

Where were you? Why was it so hot? What happened to your bed?!

“You’re in Hell, kid.” A blue bat-faced man had broke the news, as you stood helpless and confused on the street.

Hell? Like, demons and dark satanic magic kind of Hell?

That couldn’t be right. Were you that bad of a person to deserve such a fate? Did the few times you passed the Salvation Army donation bucket without dropping a coin damn you to this place?

Your death was fuzzy, a trail of shattered memories that could only give you bits and pieces of your final days. Did you go quickly in your sleep? Maybe, you hit your head so hard it caused you some kind of post-death amnesia?

Whatever had happened, you were here now with no way out.

During your first few days scouring for answers, you began to notice that Hell had an eerie similarity to life above ground. There were clubs, casinos, concerts. Heck, even TV! Sure, the things broadcasted were dark and sometimes disgusting.. but at least you had something to watch.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all? At least, compared to being thrown into dark, fiery pits for all of eternity like some cruel game of sink or swim.

Minus the people, of course. Most of them were pretty bad. Your first day watching a man get shot in the chest and lines of cocaine across tables in a diner made you decide to stay away from the streets of the city.

Which meant you had to get busy making a life for yourself. It started with working odd jobs as a bartender or a bell-hopper. You’d scrap together enough money to head to the nearest art supply store, and fill your bag with paints and charcoal pencils.

“You an artist or something?” The clerk had asked you as she scanned your items, taking note of your vast amount of diverse tools you were slowly collecting every time you stopped by.

“I usually paint, but yes, I used to do all kinds of mediums professionally when I was.. alive,” You had whispered that last part out with a pang of sadness, the reality of your situation still a fresh wound in your mind.

You had found an ad for an art studio, ran by a demon named Alexandre. You had showed him a few of your pieces, some pretty landscapes, a rendition of the Starry Night Sky which you had replaced the backdrop to be Pentagram city instead of whatever little village it was originally, and a self portrait.

“You got talent, i’ll give you that,” He had hummed, as his eyes scanned your paintings with intrigue, “But the subject? Not really what we’re looking for.”

“What do you mean?” You had asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“We’re in Hell, demons ain’t into pretty ponies and happy, little trees. They want more— eh how do i put this — sinful behavior?”

“Like…?”

“Like tits or anything that can be turned into a kink. They like blood and guts, and dead people splayed around. Dead angels too. Stuff like that.”

Tits? Dead people? You didn’t have much practice with that! At least not enough to make a career out of it.

But you had agreed anyway, this was your only shot. You stayed up late into the night, sometimes even into the early mornings, perfecting your skill when it came to much more risqué visuals. You would buy stacks of pornograohic magazines, flipping through for poses to memorize.

Slowly, you began to master the craft, and your time at the studio increased as you finally settled into life in Hell.

All you had to do was churn out painting after pastel after acrylic in the little cramped room you now called home. Alexandre would then take your pieces and sell them to the highest bidder. You’d get a percentage of the commission, using the money for whatever necessary.

Seeing as you could be mugged at literally any point in time, or anywhere for that matter, you made sure to keep a large sum of cash locked away in a double-bolted safe.

“You know Ozzie’s, that club down in the Lust Ring?” Alexandre had approached you one day, excitement in his eyes.

You shook your head as you sat behind the easel, your brush an inch from the canvas.

“Run by Asmodeus, one of the literal seven deadly sins?”

You shook your head once more.

“Fuck, you still have a lot to learn. Well, he really likes your art. He wants to buy a bunch of paintings for his club, and he’ll drop a shit ton of cash too. Ya think you can handle it?”

Your eyes had widened when he told you the exact price this sin guy was willing to pay. You had jumped from your seat, shaking his hand in profuse thanks, before scurrying off to gather more supplies.

And for a time, that’s how it went. You’d sell your steamiest paintings to Asmodeus, and other private commissions you took one after the other.

Apparently, your painting hung up in Ozzie’s was getting a lot of attention. Especially from a certain spider demon named Angel Dust.

After hearing Charlie’s decision to look for another member of their staff— someone who’d be in charge of decorating the premise with promises of love and tranquility up in Heaven— Angel Dust had taken a few snaps of your work with his phone, before showing it to Vaggie and Charlie. He had complimented your work, claiming it was ‘the best’ oil paintings he’d ever seen.

Although, in his line of work, he probably hadn’t seen many to compare yours so.

“ls this what we want in our hotel?" Vaggie had asked, motioning to a woman on the canvas that was drenched in sweat and white fluid, her private parts exposed to the audience as she posed suggestively on a stripper pole.

To which Charlie has responded, "I think it's... unique! You can definitely see she knows how to, um, really bring the scene to life! l'm sure she'll be open to creating our vision!"

Your phone had rung one night, with a voice on the other end begging you to come to her hotel and at least hear her offer for a new job.

Which lead you to the Hazbin Hotel, a slightly run down building that obviously needed more work. Inside and out.

“Oh my gosh! Hi there! My name is Charlie, and this is my hotel! it’s such a pleasure to meet you!”

“Thanks.. but I don’t see many guests around.” You had told her, your eyes darting around the lobby as you absorbed your surroundings.

“Well, we’re still trying to get our name out there. We’re not just any hotel, we’re a hotel set on redeeming sinners!” She exclaimed with pride.

“Redeem?” You had asked her, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.

She shook her head vigorously, “This hotel.. it’s going to be amazing! We’re going to turn Sinners into well.. non-sinners! They’ll be rehabilitated, and have morals! And honor! Heaven won’t be able to do anything but welcome them as angels!”

This idea had sounded a little far-fetched when you first heard it.

“You’ll be in charge of making art that reflects such views! Something that will make Sinners go, ‘Wow! Now that’s where I want to go!’”

“What’s in it for me?” You had asked.

“Well you’ll have your own room, and your own little studio too! I’m sure it’s much bigger than the one you already have. Plus we have a bar, and good company!”

You turned your head to the small crowd of demons a few feet away. A pornstar, a gambler, a snake guy with weird little walking eggs, and a really creepy man in a red coat that shot you a wide smile with eyes that seemed to stare right through your soul.

This was good company?

You contemplated her words, thinking deeply. Did you really need to leave the studio you were already a part of? You already had a room and place to paint, anyway.

Charlie must have noticed your hesitation to accept before quickly adding,

“Anddd you can sell your pieces here too! Plus, you can keep a hundred percent of the earnings.”

You perked up at that, the money made from your art would be... all yours? And, you’d get a breather from the drawing people having sex? That didn’t sound so bad after all!

“Deal!” You had reached out a hand, shaking hers with delight.

It had taken you a day or two to map out the interior of the hotel and figure out what could go where. You began to slowly brainstorm, what could make a sinner stare at a canvas and want to redeem themselves?

During your time on earth, you studied many artists through history. Most notably however, were those from the Renaissance. You remembered walking through the Sistine Chapel when you were younger,

staring at awe of the paintings of winged angels and heavenly skies.

You perked at that thought. That was it! The inspiration for your paintings, an ethereal perspective on what one would find in heaven. The feelings of bliss and care-free joy.

You spent your first few days in an undisturbed area of the hotel, it was a large room on the farthest side of the lobby. It must’ve been a guest room at one point, but other than a bed and few cushions that the ‘Radio Demon’ had placed for you, it was empty.

It was quiet enough that you could sit there, undisturbed, as you drew upon your memories and vast knowledge of histories in art as you slowly began to bring your ideas to life. Slowly, the room also took form into being yours, personal knick-knacks and stacks upon stacks of blank canvases waiting to bring your visions to life.

At the end of every day, you'd come out with your hands covered in charcoal and paint, your hard work on full display.

You had even grown closer to the other residents in the hotel, beginning to see them as more than their initial appearance. Even Alastor, who still kind of gave you the creeps, you had regarded as someone you could speak to without hesitation.

You’d sit on the couches with Angel Dust, drowning in popcorn as you watched whatever was on TV for the night. Sometimes, you’d sit with Husk at the bar as you listened to his stories from his days at the casino and as an Overlord.

It was there, when Charlie had summoned the courage to call her father, Lucifer, the King of Hell, to come visit the hotel and decide on getting her that meeting with the higher powers in Heaven.

Upon hearing about Lucifer's impending visit, you felta mixture of nerves and excitement. You've heardstories about him-his charisma, his power--but you never expected to meet him, let alone showcase your art to him. Would he even like them? He's no doubt seen much more beautiful sights.

As preparations for Lucifer's visit got more chaotic by the minute, you found yourself back in your Atelier, quickly cleaning up your room and berating yourself for any little mistakes you found in your paintings. Each stroke of the brush carried with it a sense of urgency, a desire to impress not just your friends at the hotel, but also the King of Hell himself.

The current piece you were working on was your most intense one yet. It depicted that of an almost nude man, flying high in the skies. His back was faced towards you, his face hidden from view. He was faced towards the sun, which bathed him in a warm glow. Arms outstretched, knees curled in, it seemed as if the angel was going to give the sun a large bear-hug.

It wasn’t until you heard loud commotion in the lobby did you realize Lucifer had arrived. Quickly dropping the brush you were holding, you sneaked down the stairs and quickly neared the archway of the lobby.

Peaking your head out, you canned the large room. Until your eyes locked in a pale figure. Lucifer.

He was beautiful, definitely held the looks of an angel that fell from heaven. His light blonde hair curled elegantly around his face. The candles from the chandelier above basked him in an ethereal glow, as though he could replace the sun itself. Just like the angel from your painting.

His eyes reminded you mostly of a snake. Calculating and cold, but holding so much wisdom and depth. There was a slight sadness there as well, as though itate at him slowly, consuming his soul. It was masked incredibly well though, and you only caught a glimpse before it disappeared.

His attitude toward his daughter made your heartmelt, it was obvious he cared about her in the way heacted and spoke to Charlie, even if his absence didn't speak so fondly of him.

As Lucifer and Alastor butted heads, you quickly scurried back to your room. You had hoped to finish your work-in-progress by the time he arrived, but the struggle to get those damn angel wings to be anatomically correct was a pain.

You hurriedly continued your work, trying to calm your nerves by busying yourself with the painting in front of you.

Charlie's voice broke you out of your concentration soon after, multiple footsteps closing in on where your room lay. You shot up from your seat, and stood up straight, ready to meet the man of the hour.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mixed with apprehension as they approached your make-shift gallery.

Charlie, Vaggie, and— wow, he looked so much better up close— Lucifer stepped through the doorway.

“Dad, this is the newest addition to our staff! They are in charge of helping to inspire our future guests through the power of art!" Charlie proclaimed with glee, pulling you by the arm towards her father.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. I apologize for being so messy, I was just finishing up another painting." You had greeted him softly.

"Don't worry, you look great," He assured, a gleam in his eyes, "and the pleasure is all mine, anyone who is willing to help my little girl is someone worth meeting,"

You stood there for a moment. Unsure of where to go next, before you felt a slight nudge from Charlie that pulled you back to reality, "Why don't we take a look at your paintings? I promise you, Dad, they are amazing!" She squealed softly.

Beckoning Lucifer forward, you took him through each painting. You described your feelings for each piece, and what made you choose them for the hotel.

You rambled on and on, and Lucifer never said anything, he just listened as you spoke.

Which made you nervous, what was he thinking? Did he like them, or was he just waiting for you to stop talking so he could quickly escape to something of more interest to him? The thought made sweat dribble down your forehead.

To your surprise, Lucifer's reaction to your art was not what you expected. Instead of dismissing it as mere frivolity, he studied each piece with genuine interest, his expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He mostly stayed quiet, but once in awhile would throw in a joke here and there if he noticed anything of interest in the paintings.

His goofy nature that you caught onto watching him earlier was barely evident though, unlike when he was trying to impress his daughter.

After finishing the small tour, you turned to him in anticipation. Your hands nervously rubbing together, as you shot a glance to Charlie, and she gave you an uncertain look. You both held the same question in your gaze: What is he thinking?

"These paintings.." Lucifer began, his voice low and melodic, "Are different than most i've seen down here, not just some scandalous display, but with real meaning. They evoke emotions long buried, memories of a time before.. all this."

His words caught you off guard, and you found yourself nodding in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense eyes.

The one he was staring at in particular was a recreation of The Garden of Eden by Jan Breghal, a painting that depicted the place where humanity was birthed, and where it fell.

“Does it look like.. how you remembered?" You had asked slowly, if anyone could validate the truth in your work, it would be him.

"Actually, this is much prettier. The real deal doesn't do your painting justice," He replied, "It was so boring, just green on green."

Also," He added, "An unfortunate lack of ducks. Humanity should be grateful that I got them out of that forest, so they could see something actually worthwhile.. and with ducks."

You giggled softly at his words, have you ever met someone that seemed to love ducks as much as him?

As Lucifer continued to explore the room, you couldn’t help but notice the way he lingered on certain paintings, his fingers tracing the delicate lines with reverence. It was as if he saw something in your art that no one else did, something profound and personal.

Perhaps your choice of baby-faced angels, and ethereal landscapes brought back memories of his time in Heaven. Hopefully, that wasn't a bad thing.

When Lucifer finally turned to you, his gaze softened, a hint of something unreadable lurking beneath the surface. "You have a rare gift," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To create beauty in a place like this... it's truly remarkable."

He looked at you for a moment, before a smile crept onto his lips. He was Lucifer, he knew exactly what you meant. It's what drove him to manipulate Eve to eat from the Tree of Life in the first place.

Was he finally getting a glimpse of the good free will brought to humanity? Was there actually meaning in his past actions that sent him to the depths of Hell?

His gaze narrowed in on the canvas behind you, and he slipped past you. "What is this?" He asked with intrigue, pointing towards your unfinished painting.

“My final piece. I've been working on it for days, but I just can't get the wings right.. believe it or not, i've never actually seen angel wings in person." You said that last bit as a joke.

His smile sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For the King of Hell, it was surprisingly warm, and kind.

Then an idea struck you, but you tried to desperately to push it down. Except it seemed like the only time you could ask someone with angel wings to let you use them as a reference. How many fallen angels were in Hell, anyway?

"I'm so sorry if this is out of line, but. could I, um, borrow you for a little bit? I've just been having trouble drawing the wings correctly and you, well, have them?”

His eyes widened, and his chest puffed slightly at your question. He shot you a toothy grin, “Paint me? Why didn't you mention that earlier?! I have the perfect figure for such a thing.”

Behind him, Charlie rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips. You smiled too, you should've known he'd have no problem with it, he was the embodiment of pride after all.

He plopped down on a stool before you, and removed his overcoat. Beneath what seemed to be a red and white gatsby vest that hugged his frame perfectly. Jeez, he was almost too good looking.

He stretched out his large wings, folding the otherfour behind him, only revealing the two much largerones. They were breathtaking, truly. They looked so fluffy too!

You guided him on the exact position you needed them to be in, before making your way to the canvas and getting to work.

Assuring the group you only needed to get a visual on the canvas, the actual work you would do on your own. Slowly, you traced the frame of his wings, etching out the soft lines of his feathers and the curvatures of its form.

You could only imagine how soft those feathers were and what it would be like to curl around them like a pillo-

You shook your head to rid those thoughts. Why were you thinking such things about Lucifer like that? It's not like he would even want to let you go anywhere near him or his wings.

Would he?

You continued your painting, trying not to meet his gaze as you would occasionally peak your head from behind the large canvas to get another good look at his wings.

There was a moment when you two did lock eyes, and he sent a half-lidded smirk in your direction. Thankfully the large object between you two helped hide your growing blush. He was obviously just trying to get you worked up, you assured yourself. Just like he did with Alastor. In a different way, of course.

"This reminds me of when Charlie was younger" Lucifer began, filling the silence, "We sat for a good few hours trying to get a family portrait painted and she would just not sit still!”

“Dad.. please, not right now." Charlie growled out in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed. Vaggie only smiled beside her, listening intently as Lucifer filled everyone in on her younger years.

“lt got to the point where I had to summon her favorite toy to get her to stop squirming, everything was smooth sailing after that.

"And what was her favorite toy?" You inquired softly behind the canvas

“A rubber duck! Like the ones you play with in the bath? She could not get enough of it whenever it squeaked. One time the squeaker broke, and I went to my workshop and crafted her a magical one that meowed instead! Haha!"

Okay, this family really has a thing for ducks!

“She hated it, but that only inspired me to keep making more. Sometimes, we'd sit together on the work bench, and I would just come up with ideas like confetti-spitting, or color changing ducks. She wasn't too good at speaking at that time, so every time she'd laugh that was my clue that she liked it!"

It was sweet, the way he rambled about his daughter. He never spoke of himself or his accomplishments, despite embodying the sin of pride. It was almost like his only pride was his best creation, Charlie.

He continued, the room full of jokes and laughter, even from Vaggie, regarding Charlie's life as a youngling. You listened intently to his stories, his voice dripping with amusement as he recounted story after story.

lt was so sappy and you loved it. Which made you grumble quietly to yourself, why did you have to have a thing for DILFS?! Concentrate on the painting!

After a moment, Lucifer's eyes turned back to the paintings around him, his gaze scanning each painting once more. "I've noticed that you seem to have a repetition in your work.. not that that's a bad thing!" He quickly corrected.

“But in all of your paintings featuring angels, there's always a swan swimming or resting nearby. Do they hold any significance, or are they just a passion for you?"

You looked up from the canvas, and also traced the angelic figures across the room. He was right, with the images of the divine beings also came the appearance of the large, white water fowl. Lying lazily beside the angels, or swimming across pools of water as the care-free beings danced and frolicked.

You contemplated for a moment, before speaking truthfully.

“I just think Swans are elegant and ethereal creatures. They embody the purest of souls, untouched by the taint of sin that consumes the world, just like how their feathers remain untouched from the waters they glide on"

Lucifer's eyes lit up slightly, drinking up your words.

“Plus," You continue, "they mate for life, and allow themselves to just.. decay once their significant other departs from the world. It's very romantic, and love is one of the purest emotions in the world."

Lucifer wasn't looking at you when your eyes met his again, his stare was far off. Past the room entirely, as your words echoed through him. There it was again, the glimpse of sadness that he tried to hide so painfully well.

“Does such love like that exist?," he murmured so softly you had to strain your ears.

There was a few moments of deathly silence before Charlie piped up, asking her father something about heaven. You tried to listen, but your mind was stuck on his words. Lucifer was in heaven once, and he still didn't fully believe in such things?

If there weren't others in the room, perhaps you would’ve asked him.

It took a few more minutes before you were able to wrap up fully, but you had no regrets of asking this man for help, the angel on the canvas actually looked like he had wings, not just stumps of white tuft.

You got up from your seat and walked towards him, noticing that Charlie and her girlfriend were not present anymore. It was just you and Lucifer in theroom now.

“Well, thank you, Your Majesty. You really helped me out here, and it'll go a long way to make the hotel look even better"

“Please, call me Lucifer. The formalities are only for subjects, not friends," he replied, "l did really enjoy getting to see your paintings, you are quite a phenomenal artist. I wasn't lying when I said your work was different from the rest. If only you were around for those family portraits."

You were so taken aback by his praise that you only shrugged it off, like it was no big deal. Even though, coming from the King of Hell, it was.

Glancing behind him, you saw Charlie and Vaggie whispering to each other in the hallway outside of the door. You assumed they probably wanted to finish up so they could get him to agree to the meeting with Heaven.

lgnoring his previous statement of formalities— he was the king, you thought, you weren't going to just pat him on the back and say 'see ya! —you lowered your head and bent down to curtsy, just like you were taught when you were younger, placing your hand slightly in front of you.

Usually, you'd use that hand to shake or grasp the other person's, but it felt wrong to treat this powerful angel like any other man.

Suddenly, you felt the soft touch of fingers gliding across your hand. In confusion, you looked up at those golden eyes and that charming smile. Trying to get a glimpse of what he was thinking.

His hand gripped yours gently, and with a bow of his own, lowered his lips, and pressed a soft kiss your knuckles.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you feared to blink, soaking in his beauty for as long as you could before he had the chance to pull away. You wanted to say something, but your tongue was refusing to work as your mouth opened and closed silently.

When he finally released your hand, he adjusted his hat and turned towards the door. Leaving you standing there, your face burning hot

He cleared his throat, and turned his head slightly, his eye catching yours. A playful smile dancing on his lips.

“l look forward to our next portrait together, hopefully where I am the motivation behind your strokes. Not just these dull wings."

And with his words hanging in the air, you were left alone, with the growing itch to press your face into a pillow and squeal.

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awww man, my first fic! I was trying to make this more dating-centric, but i couldn’t stop writing for their first meeting and it got too long haha! If y’all like this one enough, i’ll make a dating version!

let me know what you think 🙏 i reallyyyy appreciate all comments and criticisms!!

wonderful art i commissioned by DawnDrawnS on twitter! <3

[thecorefrisk]

Hello :>> welcome to my blog!! <3

First off—

Introductions:

My ‘name’ is TheCoreFrisk but if need be just refer to me as ‘Core’!

I am aspiring author/writer who also happens to write fanfic! Any fanfic I write here will be separate from my Ao3 account and I will not be sharing that account on here on account that I like to write for different fandoms on there.

A few of the fandoms I am in are:

She-ra

Batman (very open ended)

Young Justice (the animated show)

Lolirock

My little pony

Miraculous Ladybug

Criminal Minds

High Potential (not really a fandom yet but it does have its fans)

Carmen Sandiego

Undertale

Undertale AU’s

BNHA

Haikyuu

The Hobbit

Lord of the Rings

Merlin

…and more! (This list will likely lengthen as I remember more and more of the fandoms I dabble in)

However, I am most active on Tumblr in:

Dc crossovers

Miraculous Ladybug

Batfam

As a Jason Todd fan (no, really look at my posts.)

Harry Potter

Sanders Sides

Sans AU’s

Etc.

Rundown?

I tend to call people by pet names so please tell me explicitly and clearly if they make you uncomfortable. (A terrible curse will befall you if you don’t or smth.)

I don’t care for making things look pretty, I worry more for the quality of the writing.

There will be the stray smut one shot/sexual/thirsty post but I do put warnings at the start of them. If need be, I will make them bigger.

I love dark fluff/possessive platonic stuff. You might see a bit of on here. This is your warning. But I will also likely put a warning on the posts themselves.

I like to talk. A lot. And I’m very passionate about the stuff I believe in. So, you know, it’s going to slip into my writing.

I also love to talk to people and making friends!! It’s a bit hard for me because dialogue is difficult to think up but I don’t mind people asking me questions or wanting my opinion on things. In fact, I encourage it.

I once wrote a Nightmare Sans x Fluttershy fic. I had too much fun.

You might see some ABO stuff on this blog. I’ll always tag it, just know that I do enjoy writing for it.

I am a bit of a freak. A freakazoid, if you will.

I don’t really care about OOC behavior unless the characters arent ‘in character’ as to how the author chose to write them.

Examples of things I’ve written for myself:

Jason Todd x Crazy, toxic, jealous girlfriend

Tim Drake x robotic girl learning to be human

Damian Wayne & his two younger twin sisters who he only recently learned about and whom he has to figure out how to be a big brother to

Ushijima Wakatoshi x similarly mannered childhood bff now on rival volleyball team

[Adelio (oc)] Hypersexual demisexual x hyposexual demisexual [Sable (oc)]

That’s all for now! Thank you!!

[sunflower1experiment]

“He won’t try any bullshit with me”

Tw// Harm, Assault, trauma, workplace abuse

“….Curly are you stupid?” Curly blinks at the words that left [Name]’s lips, “Excuse me?”

“Exactly, see how dumb I sound asking and acting casual with my own Captain. If Jimmy is willing to make crude sex jokes towards Anya but not with you what does that tell me?” He looks away, they were right but what does that have to do with Anya.

[Name] snaps their finger at him, “He sees you as someone to emotionally respect meanwhile us who’re vulnerable, the minority are stuck with that dumb ah behavior! We are not his friends we are coworkers and so are you.” With that they left, walking past Anya who was listening intently.

“Don’t let their words hurt you too much, they just can’t stand it when…well people excuse others. Their heart is probably racing and they feel guilt…you okay?” Anya pats Curly��s arm, knowing that Curly was sensitive about the crew’s happiness and health.

“They will come around but, at this moment their trust with you is tense.”

Anya was right, they truly despised Jimmy since that crude joke. Anya occasionally shut them down with her firm glance but [Name] never let Jimmy near Anya. Heck anytime he called they’d appear to help, it made Curly worry. So the night they went to bed, he called them to his side at the common area.

“[Name], I get it, you want Anya to be safe-“

“Anya can take care of herself, I want all of us to be safe. I don’t want to lose my mental sleep because some golden boy and his little boy toy want to cover for one another.” [Name] leans back in their gown, staring up at the screen.

“…….You and him are typical, typical creepy guy. Oh so insecure always needing his successful pal to save him, meanwhile he screws the guy over….I wonder how many times did he fail on earth before coming here? Eh? Captain?” Curly stares, silent, they got him. He knows it, he has to take responsibility somehow.

“….Sorry, I-I didn’t know you hated Jimmy-“

[Name] groans, their eyes roll and they were exasperated. “I don’t hate him, I’m just not going to take another day of some bastard who sees me and Anya as nothing more than that damned Polle statue, make no mistake Curly. He won’t try any bull with you until he has the upper hand then once that high power stroke is over he’ll crawl back to you.”

They walk out, heading to their sleeping quarters.

Why, why was their paranoia right? What was the reason?

They stared at Curly then at Jimmy’s broken leg, “…..I told you Curly.”

Curly’s cold blue eyes match their energy while Jimmy laid on the floor, scared, crying over his leg. “Shut up! You want to cry? Think about how much pain she was in…”

Their heart beat was practically hitting their eardrums, “Every day you wander this place thinking you’re in charge? What because you’re a co pilot…”

[Name] steps on the gunshot wound, staring Jimmy dead in the eyes. “…..You’re lucky Curly needs a co pilot..”

It went quiet, until Curly restrained the crewmate and he had them sent to their sleeping quarters. Where they remain for the time being, it was quiet.

Anya was pregnant, that made them snap. They’ve heard horror stories, lost friends, family even. To people who hurt them and then killed them for situations involving kids, as if it were their fault….Jimmy knew that it was his fault but only wanted her to carry the blame…

So they scuffled over the gun, Jimmy lost his balance and they pulled the trigger on his leg. Anya stared in horror, she felt horrible, because of what happened.

[Name] didn’t realize how this would have affected her, all they wanted was revenge for Anya….it’s not about them…in a way they acted like Jimmy….what would Anya have wanted?

Anya hugs [Name], “I’m sorry Anya…”

“No, its not your fault, its his and Pony Express…why are you crying?”

[Name] sniffles, “He would’ve killed you, and I never considered your feelings…I was just so angry at Curly and him…” they hug for a long time.

When they were left alone Curly came in to speak, “….Jimmy is fine, can still fly but he’ll have to be carried slightly or use crutches…” It goes quiet, “….if he had the chance you’d be next to deal with his abuse…”

The thought of his old pal hurting him…it scared him but he kept defending and even told Anya he knew him…what kind of person says that to someone who’s traumatized. Curly truly didn’t have anything else to say. While [Name] remains stoic, “…..Heh Pony Express will dock our pay…tragic huh? Our pay will get docked because these damned fools practically set us up for an abusive…work space..”

[Name] slides to the floor, “Then again, being laid off especially after all this. I’d rather just spend time in jail and watch Jimmy follow suite with Pony Express..”

“[Name] you don’t mean that-“

They cut hum off with a cold glare, it was the fact that they did mean it. They wanted to face the consequences, take responsibility for the harm they caused. [Name] remains in their room, occasionally going out to help Jimmy or co pilot with Curly. The occasional simple conversation between the two, overlaps the fear [Name] had “…..It’s tragic ain’t it. Going to jail, especially with how I am…or maybe Pony Express will force us to do an NDA….”

Curly looks at them, while they glance at him. “Captain…did you plan to help Jimmy?”

“No! I just- I wanted to fix everything but-“

[Name] sighs, “You’re only human, I can only blame you for your naivety and incapability towards handling it like a captain under stress…but then again, if Jimmy weren’t your friend would you have. Say I don’t know….” Curly felt hurt at those words, did they truly not deem him worthy?

“It’s not that I find you incapable of being captain. It’s just, how you let him verbally abuse…you…what was he like outside of Pony Express?” It was quiet, and the two went back to being quiet. “….I’m sorry. You aren’t perfect or bad, but you’re not good either…this is Jimmy’s and Pony Express’s fault..”

Curly holds his co worker’s hand and they share a semblance together, some hours later that they walked out and note Jimmy’s incapacitated state. “What? You both here to mock me?”

Curly sighs, “….I assumed you were misunderstood and going through a lot…” Jimmy remains quiet. “[Name] will face their time in solitary confinement but you. You have to take responsibility…”

He helps Jimmy to his bedroom from the medbay, “Whether you like it or not.”

Pony Express shut down. But ended up getting sued for abusive behavior and conduct for the work space of its employees. Jimmy was arrested and sentenced, while [Name] they were deemed unfit to be working with others for the time being. So they were sentenced to probation, Curly used that opportunity to have them stay at his home until things got better.

Anya, while the unborn baby was miscarried, due to stress and the lack of food nutrients for her. She chose to try and get back into the medical field, [Name] helped using their money from Pony Express including money they saved over the years. Daisuke after he found out used this opportunity to help Anya and asked his mother for help as well, Swansea while he was gruff and strict.

It was obvious he cared for their safety and while he did go on low contact with them after the trip for his retirement vacation, he made sure to support the two. Once he returned though, it was sort of emotional, Daisuke had became a mechanic and enjoyed his passion as an artist. Curly oddly enough was working with [Name] on his next job coverage, “You like skiing, why not just work at some snow resort…or you could try, not sure get a job as a manager at some deliverance company…”

“Yea right.” Curly chuckles, “The snow resort works…”

He types in a resume. Making sure to include his portfolio, “You plan on getting a job?”

“They plan to put “Shot coworker” as my background check so, not sure…I did plan on working at a library or a garden center…”

He clears his throat when Anya walks in and kisses [Name] on the cheek, “You’ll figure it out. We know the truth, if you ever need help just recommend us.”

Hearing that reassurance was enough to convince them to work on it, meanwhile this ankle monitor was not flattering. “….Jeez…how many more months?”

“About four? You did say it was self defense but ya know how the system is, also Daisuke and Swansea are coming over.” [Name] groans while leaning on Anya’s chest.

“Man…our throuple coupling is going to confuse them.”

“Well not really, you and Anya are together and I’m the boyfriend kind of guy who’s friends with Anya and dating you- why are you staring?” Their side eyeing makes Anya chuckle, indeed they were living together. But jeez is Curly’s jokes terrible.

Didn’t stop the soon to be doctor from laughing, meanwhile Daisuke busts in with Swansea behind him. “Hello everyone! Your favorite mechanic is here!”

“Yea yea, shut it and get inside. I don’t know how Curly can handle such cold areas!” Swansea walks in with some cans of Arizana tea, “Got us some tea.” When he set them down, [Name] and Daisuke grabbed a can then drank them immediately.

“Alright so how’s med school?”

Anya beams at Daisuke’s question, “So I’ve been studying the human anatomy and also got in trouble for questioning my instructor, which it made sense. They were talking about how some people have higher pain tolerance which just simply isn’t possible for one group. It’s a rare occurrence and medical condition that will kill someone.”

[Name] leans on their companion, “Ah my beautiful doctor is so smart….” They chuckle when Anya pushes their face to the side. “And to make things better, I have straight As in my class. Just gotta watch [Name] they won’t stop eating sweet cereal.”

“Those peanut butter Crunxhes are good.” Giving them a playful eye roll, the three converse while Curly and Swansea exchange some words. “So, any updates?”

Curly shakes his head, “He just….sorta pleaded guilty. His final words to me was that he would’ve taken care of it…I…he was delusional, I was too blind to see…” Swansea places a hand on his shoulder.

“Curly the best ya could do was listen and acknowledge. It’s a good thing you had [Name], otherwise who knows what would’ve happened.”

Curly thinks back to his last conversation with Jimmy.

“Guess you got what you wanted huh? Leaving me behind, climbing up that ladder of yours?” It was quiet between the two so called friends.

“Curly…I’m sorry, I never meant-“

“Sorry for what….”

“For what I did, I’m taking responsibility.” Curly stares at him with a cold glare, “Taking responsibility for what?”

It goes quiet again. Then Jimmy starts to question him, “Can’t a guy apologize without you questioning his apology? I said sorry-“

“Thats the thing Jimmy. You’re not really sorry, because if you were you would’ve said why. It was easy to admit to it in court because to you it relieves you of having to actually apologize to Anya…doesn’t it? Heh, I just know if [Name] weren’t around we’d all be dead because of you…tragic how all it takes was for another person, and the loss of Anya’s autonomy, to make me understand how terrible you are…I’m a terrible Captain. But that doesn’t matter to you, as long as you get some form of authority over someone right?”

Curly stands, “You’re a mess, and I’m not cleaning you up…”

With that he left, leaving Jimmy alone to his own accord.

—

[Name] nudges Curly, their hand rests on him. “You okay?”

He lets [Name] lay on his shoulder while he sighs tiredly, “I’m tired…and a fool..”

“You’re just…imperfect Curly, I’d feel safe with you in terms of happiness and joy but it’d take time to rekindle the safety of support. But I thank you for helping Anya and I out…” Curly presses his head on theirs, they stay still before hugging comfortably.

“I’ll go to the guest room, Anya probably needs her companion during smash bros against Daisuke and Swansea.” [Name] waves while Curly shakes his head, “Agreed, I’ll just be alone…..and watching Kdramas.”

“…….Me and the crew will be out in two.”

That night they watched Kdramas with Daisuke and Swansea.

[rhodesrider]

Biting Habits

CG! Drew M. x Little! Fem! Reader

(Small scene with CG! Finn B. And Damien P. W/ Nicole (oc))

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI! Thank you!

Warning: Age regression, Topic of mastication, crying, stress topics

Mastication: its a synonym for chewing

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Drew was humming along to the cartoon music as his little was watching tv in the main room, making some of her favorites as this was a small reward for her amazing behavior for the day. Picking up toys without him asking, eating and drinking what she needed for the day and taking a nap without making a fuss. His little is around the ages of 2-4 and she still has some issues with her sucking her thumb but drew also started to notice that she started bitting on her shirt a lot. “Lovely, time for some grub.” His little looked up over the couch to peer in the kitchen seeing him fixing her plate. As she did so she was naming on her t shirt near the collar. She hopped off the couch and hopped along to the kitchen to happily started eating but soon heard some sharp snaps that made her stop and whimper.

“Princess please stop chewing on ur shirt, come one now we talked about this honey.” she pouted and she released the wet top, Drew just sighed, “We have to figure out what’s with that.” Drew sat her colorful plate down and she hoisted herself up to the chair, “Daddy I sorry…” “I know pumpkin but you can’t be chew on your shirts.” She nodded and she started to eat her food as it was placed in front of her. Drew put his plate away since he wasn’t hungry at the time and had an idea with the free time he made for himself. He remembered that another person had the same issue that his little was dealing with. “Beauty, I’ll be back. Daddy has to make a call to a friend. No chewing on the shirt, just the food and I’ll get you some cheesecake. How does that sound?” She smiled and and nodded continuing to eat her food so she could get her other reward, her eyes watching Drew leaving the dining room.

“Ah the little one is chewing on her clothes? That’s easy, get her something to chew on.” Drew was on the phone with Finn as he was with Damian watching their little Nicole, Rhea and Dominic were out doing promos and pictures. Finn was rubbing Nicole’s back as she was coloring and Damian was getting a snack for her together, she was humming to the my little pony music playing in the back. “Literally all I need is for her to teethe on something? How does this even happen?” Drew ask as he looking up different teething necklaces from Amazon. Finn soon looked seeing Nicole show him the finished product of a colored page, he smiled and kissed her forehead. “One sec Drew, that’s so nice munchkin. Go ask DD to put it on the fridge so when mama gets home she sees it hm?” She nodded quick giggling and went to show Damien. “But yea as I was saying, It could be a number of reasons. But a main one is that she’s probably stressed about something or that’s just how she copes while she’s in her head space. But it’s not as bad, Nicole was dealing with stress and she would scratch her skin man.” Drew was worried but it seemed like an easy fix, it’s just he wants to know what is stressing her. “Finny! DD made Ants on a Tree!” Finn chuckled some. “Logs sweetie, and I’m coming!” “Thanks Finn, you have fun with the ants on a tree.” Drew smirked and chuckled as Finn said bye muttering an insult so the little one couldn’t hear. Hanging up Drew looked over at his little one seeing she was chewing on her lip as she was scrolling on her table done with her food. “Princess no chewing on your lip either, you’ll hurt your-“ “Ow!”

Drew got up quick going to her seeing that she bit her lip too hard by accident, she started sniffling and getting nervous not wanting to get in trouble. “Hey hey it’s ok baby you didn’t mean to, I’m not mad ok lass?” She nodded as some tears fell, Drew kissed her forehead and went to get the first aid kit to help clean her lip so it can heal properly. “Daddy also has a few questions for you bug. I wanna know what’s going on. Is there anything I’m doing wrong? That’s making you uncomfortable or having a noisy head?” He asked rubbing her hand after finishing up cleaning her lip. “…work…” Is what she simply said. “Well I know that you chill with Daddy to forget all about big bad work….” “Yes and I love spending time with you daddy but I’m still bleh…” She looked down playing with the bottom of her shirt. “I see…welp daddy got some stuff for you and it’s gonna come tomorrow. You think you can not chew on your shirt or your lip till daddy gets your gift? It’s gonna help.” She nodded and she hugged Drew kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry daddy…” “Hey hey no tears, big girls don’t cry when they don’t do anything wrong. Now let’s get the dishes done and we can watch a movie ok?” She nodded and she wiped her little tear happy about the sudden movie night.

~

The next day, Drew was waiting for her to come home from the meeting they were having for staff for this weeks shows. He finished his practice so he was gonna wait for her like always but she said for him to go ahead since its more work. She came in the house sighing slow and her body very sore. Closing the door the familiar smell of sweets made her melt, and soon she opened her eyes seeing Drew coming from the kitchen. “If you want to regress you can baby, I made some sweets and your gift is on the counter.” She nodded and she went to the stairs to go and dress down so she can be comfortable, get the work smell away with a nice hot shower. After fixing herself up, she came down and she zoomed to the kitchen. “All better muffin?” She nodded darting her eyes as the box on the table. “Are those my things?” She asked low as Drew nodded. She opened the box and Drew saw her eyes light up, She saw it was a big box of fidget and teething toys. “I know your anxiety has been nothing you pumpkin, so Daddy felt like this would help. You can even take a toy to work so it wont stress you as bad.” She pulled out a teething toy with a string on it. A necklace she could wear, besides biting on her shirt. She put it over her neck and she immediately started to nite on the toy in satisfaction. “I’m glad I disinfected the toys.” Drew chuckled happy she’s enjoying the toy. “Thank you, so much Drew.” She smiled shedding tears after she took the toy out her mouth. Drew leaned over and wiped the tears from her cheek smiling. “You’re welcome pumpkin. I don’t like to see you stressed or unhappy. So I fixed it, and when ever you need help I’ll always be there to fix it.” He smiled and she kissed his hand rubbing her arm. “Now looked through them baby there’s like 30 in there don’t just stop at one.” She giggled as he removed his hand and she continued to look through the box in glee.

Drew soon had a phone call, looking at the caller ID he smirked and he walked out the kitchen letting his little know he has a call to take care of. “What’s up Roman?…A project?…” He got the details and looked at his little fidgeting with safe magnets giggling to herself as she slipped into her headspace safely. “Sure, But why am I the gloom and doom man?” He asked in protest.

“Alright Aright, I’ll play along. Ill fell like I would enjoy it, and so will pumpkin. Update me when your ready mister Kent.”

[nerodreamblog]

Had a series of bizarre and vivid dreams.

It started out at the grocery store. I was on my lunch break trying to find something to eat. Figured I'd just get some bread and cheese since it was easy. Unfortunately the store was closing and they kept flashing the lights rapidly to get people out. It blinded me temporarily and I stumbled about, unable to open my eyes without seeing the afterglow.

I found the cheese slices but I struggled to find the bread. I found a worker and asked him where the bread was and I was struggling to see. He said it happened all the time and led me to the bread aisle.

I went to the cashier and pulled out my wallet only to realize it wasn't mine. Mine is space themed but this one was black and had rounded cards.

I asked if they had a "lost and found," they said it was in the next building.

I went in and it was in a complex that had low lighting, bathing everything in orange, and everything was concrete. The first floor was a parking lot. I found a creepy looking janitor and asked him where the "lost and found" was. He said it was up the stairs.

I walked up 5 flights, I think. There were lots of huge gangsters looking to pick a fight and I had to look away, hoping they wouldn't talk to me.

I finally found a cardboard box on the top of the stairs labeled "Lost and Found." There was only one item inside: a dirty red sweater with a goofy graphic of a smiling dog??? face that said something like "Fuck You" or "Piss Off."

I moved the sweater to see if the wallet was underneath, which it wasn't, but I noticed someone wrote something on the sweater for me. It said something about how they hated my dog and called her a "rat dog" and they stole my wallet as revenge.

I called Boone and told him the bad news. He wasn't sure what we could do about it.

I headed underground to the subway. It was dark and creepy and very uninviting. I somehow found a friend and we took the train together. Unfortunately we got a little lost and I somehow I figured out the name of the guy who stole my wallet was named Barry the Bear, a cartoon character who made a brief appearance on Bluey. (This is something my brain completely made up, there is no bear on Bluey.) I tried to look him up on my phone but nothing was coming up.

We asked a middle aged woman where Barry was and she told us he was way out in the forest. I arrived at the station and had to climb over roofs to find his place.

The bear actually looked more like the bear from My Little Pony but with tan fur.

He was a mean bear and told me how much he hated Kimchi and he would not be giving me back my wallet.

Later he went to work where he was deeply unpopular and his supervisor told him that if he didn't push people away, he would have friends.

He went back home and apologized for his behavior and gave me back my wallet. Then I woke up.

[stellardeer]

I had this awesome dream last night, I will attempt to describe it, but I might fill in some parts to make it make more sense, I just don't want to forget about it.

So it started with like these 3 friends, it was like classic teen rom com setup, a guy, his guy best friend, and his girl best friend, who had a crush on him but he never noticed or whatever, you know, typical mid aughts dynamic.

I don't remember if they were humans initially or not, that part is kind of nebulous. But the girl sees a poster for this contest to like.. I don't really remember what it was initially, it almost seemed like some kind of music competition or something, but what it became was a contest to like.. crown a new princess or something??

But they have to go to this like.. remote forest?.. island? to do it?

So anyway, the boys tag along cause they want to support their friend.

I don't know if this is what my dream brain initially had in mind, but it turns out there is no real like... contest as in "perform tasks and whoever wins is the best" it's more like, "one of you is destined to become the next princess and you will perform these tasks to awaken your potential and we will know who the princess is when they start changing"

It's at this point that if they were humans at all in the beginning of the dream, they have now become like.. mlp ponies I think? I don't actually know if they were ponies or wolves or what, but they were on all fours and part of the process of turning into the "princess" was like.. sprouting feathers and growing taller so it sounds very ponylike because that's just alicorn behavior lol. So I'm going to call them ponies from here on out!

I don't really remember a lot of specifics about the "tasks" that they performed, so I'll leave a lot of that to the imagination, but after a bit it became kind of clear that the main guy's (I am following this story from this dude's perspective) girl best friend is starting to show signs of being the next princess. Her two friends are very happy for her and still just kind of along for the ride.

Meanwhile, there is like... dark forces at play. I guess every story needs conflict. But there seems to be some kind of dark energy involved in turning someone into the princess, and if they are not careful, the prospective princess can become corrupted and they'll get like.. an evil princess instead of something? There are several large, beastly figures who seem to be on the "dark side" and they are trying to sabotage things so that they can, I guess, turn the princess dark and I guess this would mean she would allow the "evil" creatures to rule instead?? Idk?? It was kind of unclear, because the "dark" beasts also seemed to be like.. working for the former princess? Idk, it was a dream, it didn't really make sense so I'm just kinda telling it in a way that might be coherent.

So anyway, it turns out that the reason this competition was held was because the former princess died, but there is also a KING. Dont ask me why the king is a king but the princess isnt a queen, I think it's running on pony logic idk. But the king is just kinda flying around, and he keeps showing up to talk to our main character guy. It seems at first like he is just kinda bored or just an old man trying to pass on wisdom to the youth, idk. This happens a few times, but I can't remember anything specific that happens.

So on one of these occasions, they get jumped by one of the dark beasties, and the king tells main guy to run, but king ends up dying, I think cause he is distracted by making sure home boy is safe. Also as far as I know idk if they really have powers or anything, I decided they were ponies, but they don't really use a lot of magic in this dream, mostly just flying.

So now the king is ALSO dead. Which MEANS.. that a new king will arise as well!!!

(P.S. the king was really cool looking, his name was like Silverwing or something and he was very beautiful like an ethereal wisp of silver wind, idk, you gotta imagine him as pretty)

Well, the next parts are kinda fuzzy so I'll just skip to the part that makes sense. As you might predict, our main guy starts to show signs of BEING KING. His neck starts getting a little thicker and his wings a little longer. I remember there being like a flashback sequence to all the times the former king visited him and he has an epiphany that the king KNEW he was his successor (or that he chose him? not totally sure)

HOWEVER. He is not exactly thrilled about this. He didn't really sign up to be in this contest for royalty, he just wanted to support his friend. He also makes the realization that if she's the princess and he's the king, that means they are essentially like soulmates or whatever, so he starts having a crisis about having to be in love with one of his friends. Also he doesn't really know if he wants the responsibility of being royalty. He is saying all of this to his other guy best friend, btw, who is still there but does almost nothing important. So I guess that guy is the only person who knows.

So then it kinda felt like a montage of like.. him doing things and trying to hide the fact that he is becoming kingly. Meanwhile, his princess friend has now like.. started to transition to becoming royalty, she isn't fully evolved or whatever yet, but she has attendants and her own guarded area and I guess like they just have to keep her safe and happy so she doesn't "go dark" or whatever?

Well, at one point, main guy goes to visit her, and they almost don't let him in cause he isn't part of the upper crust, so to speak. But they recognize him as one of the princess's little friends so they let him in.

He wants to just speak to her, I don't really remember if there was a reason he went there. But he manages to get her alone. And they are talking and I can't remember if he tells her the truth about himself or if she just like.. notices he is different, but she gets excited when she realizes he is the next king! Cause remember, she had a crush on him from the beginning, so she starts talking about how awesome it is that they'll get to be together. But main guy shows obvious hesitance at this. I don't think he dislikes her, but I think he just wasn't prepared for any of this.

Well, his less-than-enthusiastic reaction hurts her feelings a lot. But instead of being cool about it, she gets upset and decides to oust him as the next king! So then everybody starts like.. clamoring over him and shit, they start treating him differently immediately!

Well, I feel like something else happens after this but I don't really remember, but I do remember there being another montage type sequence where it's just dude man getting like.. pampered and attended to at first he is nervous about it but then he's just like.. livin it up! He is treated like royalty now, quite literally, and he is relishing in it now!

And I feel like the dream was heading in the direction of some kind of moral about hubris or something, but I ended up waking up around this part.

I wanted to know how it ended so I tried to go back to sleep and keep having the same dream, but everything was a little different after I fell back asleep.

It was like the premise was the same, but they were closer to humans that ponies, and there were like.. dragons or something, and the new king guy was like.. using an umbrella to fly instead of wings? And his mom was there? And he was about to fight something? Idk, it got all messed up and wasn't quite the same story anymore so I just gave up.

But! I think it's a really fun concept and would be fun to write out in full, at least short story form, and come up with a satisfying ending lol. I don't think I would make them ponies, though, it didn't really feel like a pony society even if my brain thought that's what it was doing lol.

If anyone reads this, feel free to leave comments expanding on this idea, I would love to know how this story ends! O:

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, John Egbert

Act 4, page 1929-1930

CG: OK, I GOT BACK TO YOU.

CG: ARE YOU HAPPY.

EB: sure, i guess.

CG: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT YET.

CG: BUT YOU ARE ABOUT TO START PASSING OUT BUNNIES LIKE THEY'RE CHEAP CIGARS.

CG: IT'S GOING TO BE AN EMBARRASSING DISPLAY.

EB: what are you talking about?

CG: YEAH, EXACTLY, NUMSKULL.

CG: LET'S JUST HAVE OUR CHAT, THEN IT CAN NATURALLY OCCUR TO YOU TO BE AN IDIOT IN THE DUE COURSE OF TIME.

EB: ok...

EB: i was sort of mulling it over while looking at all these babies with guns and sitting on ponies and things...

EB: and how the reckoning takes them back.

EB: and how you said our reckoning starts sooner.

CG: YEAH.

EB: are you sure it has to start so soon? can't we delay it?

CG: HAHAHAHA.

CG: IT STARTS IN A FEW MINUTES STUPID.

CG: SEE THAT COUNTDOWN CLOCK OVER THERE?

CG: YOU AREN'T DELAYING ANYTHING.

EB: oh... dang!

EB: i guess i better get off this meteor then!

CG: WELL I MEAN IT DOESN'T HAPPEN ALL AT ONCE.

CG: FIRST SOME SMALLER METEORS GO.

CG: THEN BIGGER ONES.

CG: SPREAD OUT OVER LIKE 24 HOURS OR SO.

CG: IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE...

CG: GO TIME.

CG: WHEN IT STARTS.

CG: LIKE IT'S TIME TO HURRY UP AND STOP FUCKING AROUND AND KILL THE BOSS, GET IT?

CG: THE ROCK YOU'RE ON DOESN'T BLAST OFF RIGHT AWAY.

CG: TOO BAD, BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE SPARED YOU FROM MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF IN A COUPLE MINUTES, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, SPARED ME FROM HAVING TO WATCH.

EB: ok, well you keep saying how doomed we are and how all this bad stuff happens sooner, but you never say why!

EB: what happens in our game that's different from yours that makes things go so badly?

CG: JACK NOIR.

EB: who is jack noir?

CG: AN AGENT OF DERSE.

CG: WHO FLIPPED OUT AND ROSE TO POWER.

CG: HE KILLED YOUR BLACK QUEEN AND KING AND NOW HE'S IN CHARGE.

EB: so you didn't have him in your game?

CG: NO, WE DID.

CG: BUT HE WAS HARMLESS.

CG: ACTUALLY, HE WAS AN ALLY, SORT OF.

CG: HE SETTLED A GRUDGE AGAINST THE QUEEN BY HELPING US DETHRONE AND EXILE HER.

CG: AND THEN HE WOUND UP EXILED HIMSELF, AND SORT OF KEPT HELPING US THROUGH A COMMAND TERMINAL ON OUR OLD PLANET.

CG: HE'S KIND OF A HUGE ASSHOLE THOUGH.

CG: BUT BECAUSE HE TOOK THE QUEEN OUT OF THE PICTURE, WHEN WE GOT TO SKAIA WE ONLY HAD ONE MONARCH TO DEAL WITH INSTEAD OF TWO.

CG: OF COURSE IT WAS A NASTY GIANT 12X PROTOTYPED BLACK KING THAT TOOK FOREVER TO KILL, JUST BARELY IN TIME BEFORE THE BIGGEST METEORS CAME, BUT STILL.

EB: i see.

EB: so after he got exiled and all that, he came here into our game and caused all this trouble?

CG: NO, GOD.

CG: EGBERT YOU ARE THICKER THAN THAT HIDEOUS JOKE BOOK YOU WADDLE AROUND WITH.

CG: TRY TO THINK MORE ABSTRACTLY.

CG: THINK ABOUT VIDEO GAMES.

CG: WHAT'S AN EARTH GAME YOU LIKED TO PLAY?

CG: NAME ONE.

EB: ummmm...

EB: crash bandicoot?

CG: OK I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS, BUT I HAVE A FEELING IT'S A REALLY LAME EXAMPLE, BUT THAT'S FINE, IT'S NOT THE POINT.

CG: SO LET'S SAY YOU PLAY YOUR BANDICOOT AND I PLAY MY BANDICOOT.

CG: THEY ARE ESSENTIALLY THE SAME BANDICOOT, SAME APPEARANCE AND DESIGN AND BEHAVIORS.

CG: BUT THEY ARE STILL COMPLETELY SEPARATE BANDICOOTS ON SEPARATE SCREENS.

CG: SO WE BOTH HAVE OUR OWN ASS BANDICOOTS TO OURSELVES, THE SAME BUT DIFFERENT.

CG: OUR JACKS ARE THE SAME BUT DIFFERENT TOO.

CG: SAME GUY, DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES AND OUTCOMES.

CG: OUR JACK TRUMPED THE QUEEN, BUT GOT NO FURTHER.

CG: YOUR JACK GOT THE BEST OF BOTH OF THEM, AND IS NOW SOMETHING HIGHER THAN A QUEEN OR A KING...

EB: like an ace?

CG: SURE OK.

EB: ok, i think i get it.

EB: but how did he do that? what was different about what we did versus what you did?

CG: FRANKLY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE ORIGINAL THING THAT TIPPED THE SCALE WAS.

CG: IT IS UNDER INVESTIGATION.

CG: BUT IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.

CG: THE WORST IS YET TO COME.

CG: FOR YOU.

EB: oh no!

EB: what is the worst thing?

CG: ALREADY TOLD YOU.

EB: dammit!

EB: oh, hey...

EB: sorry, hold on, this little lady is bugging me about something.

CG: YEAH YEAH, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET IT OVER WITH AND GIVE HER THE LOUSY RABBIT ALREADY.

EB: oh!!!!!

EB: oh man, i just had THE BEST idea, this is so perfect.

EB: a blonde mother and daughter together, this is totally perfect.

CG: PERFECT FOR WHAT, FLEXING YOUR FORMIDABLE MENTAL HANDICAP LIKE A FUCKING HEAVYWEIGHT FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL MINUTES?

CG: OH WAIT, LET ME CHECK, THE ANSWER IS YES.

EB: it is like that scene in con air, i will give her the bunny like i am nick cage fresh out of the slammer.

CG: FUCK.

EB: i wish i had a filthy wifebeater on, oh well.

CG: JUST...

CG: AUGH.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp And/ or Nsfw Open Rp) Spring, Romance, Drama, My Little Pony Fusion Au And Royal Au In "A Perfect Royal Stallion Prince

It all Started On the Annual Spring Feastival At the Ponyville of the Equestria,Princess Saphira Of Saukutopia and her "Fiance" Name Walter Raven are going to Have a Royal Lunch With The princesses of Equestria and the Nobles as well...Ron Complains about Not Going to the Royal lunch With them..But Saphira Warned Him that he better not To make a Huge Embarassment Scene infront of the Princesses or The Nobles...Then Ron said

Walter: Why are you So serious about Having a Royal Lunch with Celestia, luna,cadence, and Twilight And the Rest of the Nobles? I'd Just want to relax and enjoy the good time!

Saphira: This is a Serious Deal Walter, A Real big Deal...I wanted to Honor Our 4 Unborn Children who was Mysteriously Turns to Stone from the inside... I don't Know Who's responsible For putting a Stone Potion in my own Soup, You need To Start Acting like a gentlecolt..Not a trouble maker! I will not Let you ruin this moment! My Royal Family Will be there, So Don't Embarass me For this! Or So help me Your going to about to have a World Of trouble! Am I Make Myself Clear!

Walter: Yes ma'm...

Saphira: Good! because I Will Not Be Tolerate with your behavior, You Know perfectly Well that my father is Capable With any Stallions who was Misbehaving like Foals..So..lets take a seat..I'll sit with princess cadence and your sitting with me..And don't even think of doing something that would cause a Disaster to this feastival..Do you Understand?

Walter: yes dear...

Saphira: Good, thats What I wanted to hear.

When They Arrives at the Feastival, Saphira and Walter Went inside of the best Dining halls. Her Family was Sitting and waiting for the Princesses arrives..Saphira sits on the seats right next where Candence is sitting with While Walter the other hand is now Sitting Next Saph...but He saw Alot of beautiful and Fine Young mare who was More Beautiful than saphira...When the Princesses Arrives and sits down with them...Celestia and her Father began to Discuss about the Special wedding ceremony..Then Walter has a Devious idea To Make it more Interesting..He asked Saphira If he can go to the restroom...So she lets him go...But Instead of going to the restroom...Walter use his Magic to cause Every Pony into a mating frenzies..more like a Huge Orgy at the Feastival..Saphira and other heard it and then One of the Ponies thrown with a

 Semen all over it and she said "What in Blazes Is going on!?" She turns and all every Pony went crazy in lust and all..her jaws is down as other princesses was blushed and all..then saphira came out and Saw Walter mating With other mares...Her face turns Extremely red as She use her Alicorn magic to stopped it and said "ENOUGH!!" BOOM! The orgy Stops and every pony was so embarassed and all..and Walter still mating with a mare and Saphira Storms at him and said

Saphira;  WALTER RAVEN!!!!!

*Walter Stopped and looked at saphira With a fearful look of his face*

Saphira: What is the Meaning of this!? An Orgy in annual Spring feastival! I have never Felt So Embarassed in my life! but Not only that,, I knew you were a Cheater!! How could you Do this To me!? The Princess Of Sakutopia!...Am I Good Enough For you!?

Walter: To Be Honest,, No! You weren't good enough For me! You maybe a Princess Of Sakutopia, But your Not a "Beautiful" princess..I see alot of Mares Who was More beautiful than you!

*pointed his hoove on saphira*

Walter: Just So you know! I'm the One who turn Our kids Into Stones!

Saphira; *gasp* WALTER!! Why!? They're your Flesh and blood! How could You Do this to them!?

Walter: I don't Love you Saph...I wanted a treasure and Rule Your Kingdom and throw you out Like Dogs!

Everypony gasp while Saphira was So Shocked and Hurt after what Walter said to her..She was So heartbroken..and then She got mad and said "GUARDS!! Take him back home..and to the Dungeon For him!...I'll decide what Punishment he will get!" Saphira was so embarassed...She apoligize to the princesses..She was all in tears, She left and head home, In her room she was crying softly...For 2 years..She was isolated from the World..she close Curtains and all...She Dumped Walter...and then she goes sits on her throne..She told walter that he is going to be Banish to Sombras kingdom For good... After that...Saphira was fall into a Despair of the broken heart, She sees her 4 Stoned Unborn children that was set on top of the Fireplace...her tears sheds when She sees them, Knowing that she failed to protect her kids... Next day, She reject 4 to 5 Suitors because she was afraid that she Might get Hurt again..just like Walter did...It Hurt her really, really bad, But..those 4 princes Named (your 4 muses name here) Looked at Poor Saphira right through the window..They saw Everything what happen even hearing conservation With Her handmaiden name siren..

Siren: Saph dear, I know your really hurt Darling but You've been rejecting alot of Princes lately..Why?.. I understand that Your Hurt Because of What Walter Did to you..But that Doesn't mean All Stallions are the same...

Saphira: Whats the use Siren..I might be Afraid that I will get Hurt...but Not only that...My kids...I wanted to Find a way to get my kids back...I Don't Understand Why Walter Would Do Such a Thing to His own Children?...What Did I ever Do to Deserve this Siren?...All I wanted was to be Loved..Not hated...And here I am, Never Showed my faces Since Walter Made a Horrible Stunt of Disaster..I can't even talk to Princesses of Equestria because of that...*Sighs and Sits on her throne* Not Only he Hurts me...He Hurts my kids...It's just.. I don't understand at all..

Siren: Saph..I get it..But that Doesn't mean You Don't think that Other Stallions are the same...You'll find Prince right...Just..give him a Chance..*holds her hand* It's going to be ok...When we Find out how to unstone the kids And Get the Womb magic to get them back into your womb..and then..you'll have your kids back with a new Stallion alright?

Saphira; Your Right Siren, Maybe I can give him a Chance...I'd just Hope he better Not doing the same thing walter did..or else.. I will never..Believe in true love again...

Siren: Don't you worry about it Dear..You'll find a right guy...I Promise, Everything is going to be ok.

The 4 Princes Looked at eachother and started To plan..After all the 4 princes Finds saphira the most beautiful princess in Equestria..So one of the Prince made a Fusion potion..They all need to drink all together and...then One of them said...

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

The universe wants you to heal

CW - angst, abuse, drunk abusive household, guns, death, character death, swearing, yandere-type behavior, toxic relationships, higher deities, devil, suicide, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, character death, pain, fluff, abandonment issues.

A/N - I am veering a little away from the canon age difference between Shinichiro and Mikey. Instead of the 10 years, it's going to be 14 years. So Shinichiro is going to be 18 when Mikey was 4 years old.

Also, as compensation, I hope this longer chapter is satisfying. 💖

Please do not repost it to other sites. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated.

MINORS DNI.

PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS SERIES IF THE ABOVE WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU.

Mikey x OC

The universe wants you to heal

You made a beeline towards the nurse’s office the next day.

“Good morning, Sato-san. I apologize for going home early yesterday. May I please pass on the note you had for me to Tanaka-sensei?” You ask. You have absolutely no intentions of giving it to Tanaka-sensei, even though you know he is not going to send it to your house.

“Ah, l/n-san, how are you feeling today?” She chirps.

“I do feel better, thank you very much for taking care of me.” You reply back politely.

“Make sure to keep eating your food on time. Or else, your anemia will worsen.” She reminds you. It seems to make you feel warm inside. Someone cares enough to tell you to take care of yourself. This warmth morphs into sadness since you realize those were the kind of things you used to hear from your so called ‘friends’ before they slowly stopped involving you in plans, which then changed into them not talking to you altogether. You’d heard the whispers during class as well, “Do you know, she comes from a broken home. My mother told me not to associate myself with such filthy people. You never know, when you might get questioned by the police, if something bad happens with such people.”

Yes, you’d overheard this from the mouth of the one person who you thought would never say it. Sato Irina had been friends with you since kindergarten. She was sweet, popular and most of all, pretty. Long blonde hair falling until her shoulders, which was always kept in a neat little high pony tail. Everyone wanted to be Irina’s friend. What with her blue eyes and perfect features. She even had the best manners in front of everyone. You scoff internally, remembering what she really was like. She was the one who had approached you when you were sitting with some boy that day.

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It was your first day in class and you were scared to talk to anyone. Everything felt so new to you. you’d never seen so many kids in one place. Your mother cooed to you and said, “Now, now, y/n-chan, don’t get scared, they’re all kids your age. They all seem nice, now don’t they?”

This just makes you clutch your mother’s dress even more. Dragging you close to her, your mother goes towards the teacher who was at the other end of the class, trying to separate two more squabbling kindergartners. Once your mother reaches the teacher, she turns towards your mother. It seems that one of the squabbling kids has stopped and is walking towards you. You try to hide even more into your mother. He comes towards you and just holds the hem of your dress, giving you a toothy grin. He seems to stand quietly while doing this, his eyes darting from your mother to the teacher.

“Ah welcome, l/n-san. Is this y/n-chan?” the teacher asks your mother, while looking towards you. You blush and hide even more behind your mother, with your mother forcefully bringing you in front of her. Both, the teacher and your mother are surprised as they see the boy clutching your dress tightly. Laughing it off, your mother speaks to you, “y/n-chan, do you want to stay for a while?” you nod. This boy is intriguing to you. You don’t know his name, and neither does he know yours. But that doesn’t stop the two of you from going towards a table filled with books and crayons. Well, it’s more you walking towards the table and him following you like the way you were following your mother earlier. You sit at the table, glancing towards your mother every few minutes to make sure that she’s still there and is not gone. She assures you with gestures that she will wait for you sitting with the teacher. You then focus on the books, and open the box filled with the crayons. The boy who was following you also sits beside you and takes the said crayons and starts coloring one picture. He seems completely focused into trying to color within the lines. You join him with another crayon on the same page. The two of you are now completely engrossed in trying to fill in the picture neatly.

“That is Sano Manjiro. He usually is always by himself, but I think he’s opening up to your daughter, l/n-san. He’s never initiated anything like this before. It’s also good to see y/n-chan get comfortable with the kids.” The teacher tells your mother. Your mother seems to agree with her. “y/ndoes not talk much to anyone. I’m afraid she is also becoming a bigger introvert than what I expected. It’s good to see her trying to make friends in her own way. Please do take care of her when she’s here.” Your mother replies to the teacher. She smiles to your mother and nods in agreement.

Once the two of you have finished coloring the entire picture, you grin at him, and he returns it with a similar grin of his own. You stick out your hand to him and shyly say, “I’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“My name is Sano Manjiro, nice to meet you, y/n-chan.” He replies back while holding your hand. The two of you then spend the entire day playing around and coloring more pictures. Without realizing that the day was getting over, you happily played with Manjiro. Your mother calls for you, telling you it’s time to go home. You are reluctant to do so, wanting to spend more time with Manjiro. He seems to be mirroring your feelings, as his brother comes to pick him up on his motor cycle.

Bidding him goodbye and promising to meet him tomorrow, you make your way home with your mother. She seems a bit concerned, seeing that the kid you were playing with was going home with a boy looking like a delinquent, but she wasn’t bothered as much, because who was she to complain? Here she was with her own kid coming from a broken home.

“Mom, can we get ice-cream please?” you chirp beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Of course, sweetie.” She replies with a sunny smile.

The two of you enter the café close to your home and the waitress hands your mother the menu. Peeking into it, beside her, you point towards the green and brown ice cream pictured in a glass.

“What’s this?” you ask with wide eyes.

The waitress smiles as she replies, “It’s our newest addition. It’s called a mint choco sundae. Do you want to try it kiddo?”

The stars in your eyes and the slight drool on your face are enough for her to understand your choice. Laughing at you, your mother orders the same thing for herself as well.

When your order is placed in front of you, you take one spoonful of the ice cream, before squealing in your seat. Jumping atop the said seat, you start doing a happy dance, while saying, “This is the best! Mom! We need to make this the official y/n flavor!!! It’s shooooo gooooooood!!!” Your mother chides you to sit down on your seat before the waitress can come and scold you for dancing. Once you’re settled, she laughs at the way you were being so open and happy about things kids should focus on. She seems to think that taking you to the said kindergarten was a good thing.

Unbeknownst to you, exactly across the café is a motor cycle shop. The lights seem to be off, since it’s close to closing time. But there is a boy whose eyes are glued to the glass. He is staring at you from inside the shop.

“Mikey”

There’s no answer. He still stares outside.

“Mikeyy...”

“Huh? What is it, Shinichiro-nii san?” he asks, when he’s brought out of his reverie.

Shinichiro nods his head and sighs, smiling at the way his brother is looking at the café. He knows about Mikey’s sweet tooth.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?”, he asks.

“Can we? Please? Pretty please?”

Mikey doesn’t need to be asked twice. Jumping up and down, he runs towards the door, happy at the prospect at seeing you and also getting some ice-cream.

As Mikey is waiting for Shinichiro to lock up the shop, he’s bouncing on his heels, whining about Shinichiro being slow. Laughing at his antics, Shinichiro ruffles his hair as he turns to hold Mikey’s hand while crossing the road. As they are busy looking both ways before crossing the road, you and your mother are already heading out of the café. By the time Mikey and Shinichiro reach the café, you’re already long gone, and so, he misses meeting you. As the waitress is showing Shinichiro and Mikey to their seats, Mikey cannot help but look around frantically. He knew he’d seen you here.

Seeing Mikey fidget so much in his seat, Shinichiro is amused. Placing his clasped hands below his chin, he asks, “Who are you looking for? I thought you wanted ice-cream.”

“I met a girl today. Her name is l/n y/n. She is nice. We colored books together before playing all day. I saw her here, but she’s not here anymore.” He replies with a pout.

Shinichiro finds it cute. He starts to tease Mikey, “Do you like this l/n girl, Mikey?”

“Yes! She is the best!” he replies enthusiastically. Groaning and realizing, he’s just a 4-year-old and would not understand the concept of puppy love, Shinichiro drops the topic. But he is happy that Mikey is at least opening up to someone rather than just fight with the other kids in his class. It’s a start, he thinks.

‘l/n y/n, hmm, you might be just the thing, Mikey needs in his life.” Chuckling some more, he waits for the waitress to get you both your regulars. It’s always chocolate fudge sundae for the both of them.

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You cannot wait to go to kindergarten again, the next day. The prospect of coloring some more with Manjiro is just too tempting. You seem to enjoy his company. As you dance while reaching your class, your mother pulls you aside and says that she will be back in a few hours to pick you up. You nod to her and rush inside. She laughs, looking at your enthusiasm to go spend another day with Sano Manjiro.

“I saw you at the café yesterday!” Manjiro greets you when you go to sit beside him.

“You were dancing on the seat. It was funny.” He says while giggling.

“Why didn’t you say hi?” You ask him as you pout.

“You were gone when I came in with my brother.” He pouts back at you.

As you both sit simpering over the fact that you both couldn’t meet, what you both don’t realize is a pair of blue eyes watching you with jealousy.

‘Manjiro is mine! Why is he talking to that witch? You can’t take him away from me.’ She thinks, while walking towards the two of you.

“Hi, my name is Sato Irina. Nice to meet you!”, she grins at you while holding her hand out to you.

“H-h-hi, my name is l/n y/n. Nice to meet you too.” You stutter while shaking her hand nervously. These things were a little difficult for you. It had been easier with Manjiro because he just stuck with you the whole day yesterday, without saying anything. You were not pressured into introducing yourself to him immediately. That’s why when he’d spoken to you after coloring that picture, it seemed a little easier on your nerves. It felt like you knew him.

But since you both were pouting at each other and not on talking terms currently, you forced yourself to talk to this pretty girl who had walked up to you. She seemed to be the popular girl in class, seeing as so many glances and glares were thrown in yours and Manjiro’s direction. Almost as if it was accusatory on how such bugs were tainting their princess.

Nonetheless, Irina-chan was nice to you. She started to include you in everything that she did. What you would not notice was that, she’d always interrupt you every time you were with Manjiro. He noticed this, but he did not know how to fix it, so he’d get angry and yell at Irina-chan in class. Already having a bad reputation since the beginning, all kids would side with Irina. This also included you.

“Why are you beating Irina-chan!?!?!?” You scream at Manjiro one day on the ground. Everyone else is to scared to stop him.

“Because you don’t play with me. It’s always Irina-chan this, Irina-chan that. I was your friend first, so why won’t you play with me?”

“Because you are mean to Irina-chan.” You reply angrily. You take her with you to the teacher, while giving evil looks to Manjiro. You never realized that Irina had played you and Manjiro so well, that you now hated him, while he was angry at you, hurt even, because of the importance you gave to Sato Irina.

She grins to herself behind her blonde bangs while thinking, ‘If I cannot have you as my friend, Manjiro, no one else can.’ Looking sad again, with fake tears, she looks to you, and let’s herself be taken to the teacher.

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You haven’t thought of that memory in a very long time. How did it come back so suddenly? Aah yes, the nurse shares the same surname as that bitch, you think. Come to think of it, was it the same Sano Manjiro in your class right now? They both had the same blonde hair, you keep thinking. You should have realized a little sooner that he would have been a lot better friend than Irina, had you not fallen into her trap. You promise to yourself, that if you ever met him again, you would kowtow to him and apologize. You had been a shitty friend to him, when he had been nothing but nice to you. You were the Irina to his y/n, you feel.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you bump into the said blonde boy once again in front of the nurse’s office as you are walking out. So much for not being clumsy, you think. You need to start looking around when you’re walking, you think to yourself. When you look up, to apologize to the person you bumped into, you see a pair of onyx orbs looking at you, smirking. Flustered at the fact that it had to be the Sano boy, and that you were just thinking about him, you apologize hastily and turn the other way and start running.

“Wait, l/n-san!” you hear. You pause midway, but don’t turn around, as you are busy trying to stop the blush that is creeping up your cheeks.

“Give me a minute, I’ll be right with you.” He says as he enters the nurse’s office.

You wait for him, politely, since he’s asked so nicely. And also, because you now remember the boy from back then. They share the same name, you think. Subconsciously, you seem to be giving him a chance because his name is the same as the boy who’d stuck with you on your first day and had been a good friend till you turned on him.

He comes out with a note in his hands. “So even you had been to take the note from the nurse? She asked me to give this to Tanaka-sensei. Do you have to give it to him too?” He questions you as you both start walking towards your class.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to.” You mumble, while looking down.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” he questions you, quirking his head a bit to look at your face. He knows something’s up.

“I don’t want to take this note home. My mom doesn’t need to know that I fainted yesterday, it will just make her more anxious.” You tell him.

He seems to connect the dots.

“How about we give it to Tanaka-sensei and then once he signs it, let’s forge the signatures and give it back to him the next day?”

Your heart races at the fact that you’re going to commit this kind of a thing. You’ve never forged your mother’s signature before. Strangely, it excites you.

“Okay!”, you beam at him when you look up.

It’s his time to blush while scratching his neck.

“Race you to class, slowpoke!” He says as he starts running.

Not wanting to be left behind, you’re running behind him, trying to reach the class before him. You cannot help but smile at this. It’s been a long time since you’d heard such simple words from peers your own age.

As you both turn at the corner in full speed, he bumps into Tanaka-sensei, while you bump into him.

With a loud oof, you fall, and he falls on you. Tanaka-sensei is also on the floor. All the three of you hear raucous laughter from a few meters away, as Draken stands there, holding his stomach. He knows you’re both screwed now. Hiding his laugh behind his covered face, he runs away, meaning to meet the both of you once classes are over so that he can finally tease you both. And maybe hopefully, help his dummy friend make some progress with you.

Mikey feels something soft under him. ‘How did the floor feel so soft?’ he starts to think. When he hears a groan under him, he realizes that he’s sitting on your stomach. His face is now flushed a thousand shades of red. Scrambling to get up, he first helps you up, and then turns towards Tanaka-sensei to help him up.

Once all the three of you are standing, you and Mikey are bowing your heads to the teacher while he reprimands the two of you.

“You should not be running in the corridors like this. What would happen if something heavy was being carried around? You would have smashed your heads into it and broken it! The two of you already have the nurse’s letter, and you should take it easy, and yet, here you two are, running around like a couple of hooligans! This is absolutely not acceptable! Detention for the both of you for 2 hours after school is over. Wait in the class, after all the kids have gone back home. You both need to learn your place! And hand me the notes from the nurse. I need it signed from your guardians who will be called into school. I was initially going to just give it to you to get it signed and bring it back, but now, I want to see your mother, l/n and your grandfather, Sano, and I want them to sign it in front of me!”

There go your plans of forging your mother’s signature. You look completely guilty and try to hold back your tears, because of the fear of asking your mother to come in to sign the form. Mikey sees this from the corner of his eye and starts to feel guilty. He plans to beg the teacher during detention, to give the forms to the two of you, so that you can forge the signatures. He did not want to put you into more trouble than what you already had.

As Tanaka-sensei is walking away, he seems to be grinning. ‘That made it easier than it should have been.’, he thinks to himself. Initially, he had planned to call the two of you, separately to the teachers’ office and ask you to not worry about the signature, provided that you would help Sano with his math, seeing as he was failing pathetically. Single digit numbers in a test for 100 marks was not something to be proud about. He wanted all his students to shine. His plan to get Sano to listen was simple. Tell him, that he would phone Sano’s grandfather and inform him about how he was failing math and that he was forging his grandfather’s signature, or else, learn math. He’d tell Sano, that he’d already spoken to l/n and that he’d arranged for her to tutor him outside of school hours.

Ren knew, that the Sano boy would agree instantly. The problem would be with l/n, since she did not like to talk to anyone as much. When the duo bumped into him, his smartly used the situation to put his plan into action. 2 birds with one stone, he thought. He was planning on speaking to the two of you and bargaining with you that, if you both helped each other, then he would not ask for your respective guardians to come visit him.

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You were on pins and needles the entire day, until school left. So much for trying to hide the note from your mother, you thought. While the two of you are waiting for Tanaka-sensei to come to class, you hear a voice from beside you.

“I’m really sorry. I did not mean to get you into trouble. It’s fine with me, since I don’t mind, but I know that you didn’t want your mother to see this note. Once sensei comes back, I’ll beg him to let you go, saying that it was my fault. You’ll just have to forge your mother’s signature on it then. Okay? I’m really sorry, l/n-san.”

Mikey sounds apologetic and sad. You start to feel bad. Yes, you didn’t want the note to go home, but you were as much to blame as him in this. He was taking the brunt of the scolding for your sake, just because you’d told him in passing that you didn’t want your mother to see the note. It reminded you of his words from the previous day, ‘Can you give me a chance to be your friend?’ he’d asked you, while walking you home. Maybe it might not be such a bad idea after all, you think. This could also be your way of giving the chance to that boy from your memories, a chance at being friends again.

Seeing your forehead scrunched in thought, he feels he’s overstepped his boundaries. But remembering Draken’s words, he plods along.

“Earth to l/n-san... Please accept my sincere apology. I really didn’t mean for this to happen. Let me make it up to you with some mint choco sundae while going back home, okay?”

You’re brought out back at the prospect of a treat of mint choco sundae. Shaking your head as if to get rid of the images of mint choco, you speak to him.

“Hey, it’s as much my fault as it was yours. Had I not run into you, sensei would not have fallen, although, now that I think about it, it must have looked so funny from a third person’s perspective. You don’t have to beg sensei. I’ll do it myself. And I’m not mad at you about this either, so take it easy will ya? Although, I will hold you to your promise of mint choco sundae. You sat pretty comfortably on me, when you fell, you know.” You tease him in the end, trying to lighten the mood.

His blushes furiously as he remembers the awkward pose you both were in when you’d fallen. But he is pleasantly surprised that you are opening up to him. Trying to make the most of it, and also deflect the teasing back at you, he replies cheekily, “I’m really sorry, I promise, the next time we fall, you can land on me.”

Now it’s your turn to blush. Your cheeks are completely red as your you cannot stop your brain from seeing today’s incident in reverse, where you’re the one sitting on his stomach.

He laughs, while you hit his arm in indignation. While you’re having this light banter, Tanaka sensei has finally made it to the class. It’s time to face the music, you think. Maybe the world was giving you a second chance in the way of Sano Manjiro, you think.

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[goldenjedikenobi99]

A Lion's Pride, a Stag's Fury - 1

Hello there! This is my first story. It is also posted on FF.net and AO3 under the same name. I had taken quite a long break away from it, but recently I started writing again. So, to give myself more time for the next chapter I decided to post the first chapters here. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary:

After the battle of the Bells, a goshawk arrives in Casterly Rock carrying a message for Robert Baratheon. Tywin Lannister makes a simple decision that will alter destiny itself.

Chapter 1: Tywin I

"Tywin?"

The gentle voice of his brother made him turn his head sharply from the serene view of Lannisport. He hadn't heard his door open. He had once again been thinking of Jaime while breathing in the fresh air when Tygett's quiet tone almost made him jump. Having been a silent witness to his growing from child to man, Tywin had come to respect his second brother for developing a keen and strategic mind. He respected him even when they didn't see eye to eye. He even dared to say that he loved him in his own, pragmatic way. But for the life of him, he could not recall a time when he had received such softness from his brother. And that meant only one thing. Something had happened. Something utterly serious that had affected even the bitter third son of Tytos Lannister.

"What news do you bring, brother?" he asked sternly without wasting time for small talk. 

"We intercepted a goshawk carrying a message addressed to Robert Baratheon." Tygett's voice was still gentle as he passed him the parchment.

Tywin raised an eyebrow. "This is unsealed."

Tygett considered him with a calm expression on his face. "I was curious," he admitted, and before Tywin could protest, he continued. "Just read it."

Intrigued by his brother's behavior, Tywin concentrated on the words in front of him.

Robert, You always said that Proudwing would never fly. You were wrong. She does fly. Just not a long distance. She is not ready for what I am asking of her. Most likely, she will never reach you. But she is my last hope. His fatness has succeeded in hitting all the ravens we have been trying to send. No matter. You are not only my brother but also my liege lord. I have a duty to inform you that our position is far from pleasant. Our people are dying one after the other. There is simply no food left. We have been eating our horses for the past two moons. There are none left. Not even the pony that you gifted Renly. He hates me for it. He doesn't understand that I am only doing my duty. You asked me to hold Storm's End. And I will die first before surrendering our ancestral home to that cow of a flower. He is mocking us. We can smell the roasted meat even inside the castle. And I am afraid that I cannot keep our people loyal to me. They are asking for you. They mock me. They, like Renly, do not understand that I am only doing my duty. The only things left to eat are cats, dogs and rats. And there are not many. We have to take short portions to keep living for at least one more moon. You know what my feelings for the Gods are. But even I am praying for a miracle. I am giving more than half of my meals to Renly. He is a boy, Robert. A boy. He needs to live. And he needs parents to look after him. To help him grow. What would they say if they saw me? Mother would be furious with me. And Father? He would be so disappointed. What does a second son know of running a keep? Isn't that what he used to say when I judged your unlordly behavior? He was right, of course. What do I, a second son, know? I miss them. And I miss you as well. You would know how to calm our people. I am scared that Cressen will die. You would probably be laughing right now with my sentimentality. But I am not expecting you or anyone else to read this. And for once in my life, I want to express my feelings. To let go of my pain so that I can die peacefully. Because I know with absolute certainty, I am not going to survive this siege. No matter. Let this be my last act. I swear that Renly will live. And he will be the brother that you have always wanted. If I see that things get worse, I will smuggle him out to a safe place. I will not let him die. I swear. Farewell Robert My brother, my blood, my liege

Tywin returned to his previous position by the window and took a deep breath. Stannis, he thought. The second son of Steffon Baratheon and acting Lord of Storm's End. He had met him only once in what now seemed to be a very long time ago. He had still been the Hand of the King when his childhood friend had introduced his two sons to the court. 

He still remembered both boys. 

Robert, the heir, had been overconfident and arrogant, despite his young age. For the few days the family had stayed in the capital, he would always be found training with the knights and the young squires, bloodying his fists and bragging about his love for fighting while laughing loudly.  

On the contrary, Stannis had been a very reserved boy. At only five name-days old- if Tywin remembered correctly- he hadn't expressed the desire to play around. He hadn't done anything that children his age usually do. Instead, he had been his father's shadow. Wherever Steffon went, Stannis followed dutifully one step behind, paying attention to everything and everyone without asking questions. His quietness had made most people forget about his presence. Tywin himself, despite his initial intrigue about the serious little one, had usually ignored him. That is until the boy had finally opened his mouth.

On their last day in King's Landing, Tywin had invited Steffon to dine with him in his private rooms on the Tower of the Hand. He had wanted to have some privacy with his childhood friend. No masks, no fake courtesies, no formality in front of the other lords and the royal family. Just a small dinner between brothers.  Of course, Steffon had brought along his sons. 

Everything had gone smoothly, and after dinner, Tywin had suggested enjoying a cup of wine near the fireplace. That, unfortunately, had been a bad idea. Because after sharing some of their fondest memories with the children, Robert had decided that he was bored. And he, as per usual, had started talking about fighting in wars and spilling his enemies' blood. Tywin had honestly felt pity for his friend, who had only sighed as if from exhaustion. Little Stannis, however, had not been able to hide a snort or two, which had resulted in his brother turning on him and using all kinds of inappropriate words to describe his grumpiness. Stannis had said nothing. He had just lowered his head and clenched his jaw so hard that Tywin had thought that his teeth would shatter. Steffon had admonished his heir, but Robert had not seemed to hear a word. He had stared at his little brother and then very childishly told him that once he was Lord of their House, he would send Stannis away without giving him anything. And to make things even worse, the older boy had loudly wished that his 'Ma' and 'Pa' would give him a real brother so that they could finally get rid of spare Stannis. Steffon had been so appalled that he had instantly run and lifted his second son in his arms while holding his head softly as if that could have taken back the poisonous words. Tywin had only raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. He had been contemplating sending the boys to their beds when Stannis' small voice had broken the silence. 

"Maester Cressen taught me two new words," he had murmured with his head hidden in his father's black hair. "Duty. Loyalty. He said I am too little to know what they mean."

He had hugged his father with more force. Tywin had seen the tiny arms trembling.

"But I wanted to know," he had said louder with all the seriousness of an adult. "He said I have a duty to do what you tell me to do, papa." 

He had finally lifted his head and looked at his father's blue eyes. 

"I said alright. And he said I must do what the King tells me to do. I said alright. And he said I must be loyal to my family. To love and protect papa, mama and my big brother. And I said I am loyal. He said I must be loyal to my people and protect them."

His voice had become more frantic.

"I am little. I know. I am not as strong as Robert. I know. I will not be Lord of anything. Robert says so. He is my big brother. So he is not lying. I know I don't understand a lot. But I know Maester Cressen says to protect is to have peace. To have peace is not to fight and kill with no reason. He says sometimes war happens. Grandpapa died in a war. And I don't want you to die in a war, papa! I, I, I don't understand. How can Robert love war, if it means... How, how can he love fighting and killing? Where is his duty? His loyalty? And, and you see, papa, how tall and big and mag-mag-mag-ni-fi-cent Lord Ty is. I thought he was the King. And I wished to be like him when I grow. And you told us about the Raynes of Casta-mere. And the song in the feast. I know it happened cause they were not loyal to him. Not dutiful. So he had to punish them! He saved his people from war! He never smiles, so, so he doesn't love spillin' blood. He did his duty! I'm five, but I would have done the same!"

Stannis had looked at his father with passionate eyes. And Steffon had embraced his boy even tighter than before. Tywin had seen the pride and the silent tears in his friend's eyes when he had approached him and, after inclining his head, had left the room with quick strides. He had only stopped at the door and looked sternly at his firstborn, who had quickly followed after his father. 

The last thing Tywin still remembered seeing was Stannis' eyes. Stormy blue. The mirror image of his father's. He had not slept that night. He had spent hours and hours thinking of the little boy with a Lord's heart and mind. 

Even years later, after his son had joined the Kingsguard and he had returned to Casterly Rock bitter and angry, he had thought of that same small boy, who had in childish sentences proved to be wiser than the King and his Small Council. 

And now, a man grown, Stannis Baratheon continued to impress him. In a situation most dire, he still held on his duty. He had an iron will that could not be bent. However, seeing the world in black and white was no less than naive. Stannis had no one to teach him that lesson. But he was young. And Tywin knew that with the right person to guide him, Stannis could become someone great. Someone powerful. Someone who could rival even a good king. 

Lost in his thoughts and unconscious machinations of the future, Tywin almost missed his brother's question.

"What are you planning?"

He didn't answer. He tried to clear his mind from his musings and concentrate on the very delicate matter.

"Surely you are planning."

Tygett's voice was a little more stressed.

"What is there to plan?" he pretended to be bored.

"How to save the Baratheon boy!"

Tywin finally looked up. 

"Either you are that oblivious, or you have forgotten the most important detail. As long as Jaime is in the hands of that mad dragon, I cannot act," he reprimanded him. "And before you interrupt me once again, let me make myself clear. I will never endanger my son's life."

Tygett seemed to calm down hearing this explanation.

"I know that, Tywin. I would never endanger any member of our family, either. I am not asking you to join the rebellion. It would mean death for my nephew. Or maybe worse. After all, Aerys did burn the Warden of the North."

Tywin stared at him.

"What are you asking, then, Tygett?" he asked in a dangerously low tone.

Tygett took a deep breath.

"You, brother, are the most intelligent person I know. It pains me to admit it. You know it does. I have always felt this rivalry between us. You have always been the Golden Lion and I the third son. That will never change. Since we were children, I have tried to be better than you. I have tried to make you seem smaller. But of course, that will never happen. Because when my wish is to be more than you, yours is to make our House bigger, more respectable, more powerful. What matters more to you is not the selfish desire of being powerful. No. If that were the case, you would have never left King's Landing. You would still be the Hand. You would probably be working with the Crown Prince to overthrow his Mad father. You would use everything for your gain. No. I understand that now. You do not wish to be powerful. You only wish for the family name to remain powerful. Everything you do is for the family name. That is what will always make you better than me. Whatever I achieve in my life, I will never exceed that. And I have finally come to terms with that."

Tywin looked at his brother's eyes. They had a distant look. He had always known he was the cause of Tygett's bitterness. He had never craved for this antagonism with his own blood. But the two of them had too many similarities to be able to thrive together. They just never seemed to find common ground. He had accepted that they would never be close. But he had promised himself that he would always care for his brother because of their family. He was, as Tygett had put it, the Golden Lion. And a lion always protects his pride.

"I always envied your relationship with Kevan, you know," Tygett said after the silence had become awkward. "I wanted that for myself. I wanted your love. And now I know I have it. It is your way that made it difficult to understand. But, what I never understood was how you could love someone who was not of your blood more than me..."

Hearing that, Tywin raised both of his eyebrows.

"Whenever you spoke of Steffon Baratheon, I felt that... that should have been me. Your admiration, your fondness, and yes, your irregular affection. I craved that..."

At that, his brother gave him a tentative smile. 

"That's why I am asking you, Tywin, to think hard. This boy who is ready to die of starvation is your chosen brother's son. So I am certain that you will help him because you never step away from your family. You always look out for us. And this boy is your family, too."

Tygett didn't give him time to answer his plea. He bowed lower than expected of him and left his solar.

Tywin remained silent for a long time.

[living-in-the-pokemon-world]

Hiya Professor. My name is Halo, and I'd just like to say, it's great someone like you just happens to live in Alola as well, but that's not what I exactly messaged you for.

You see, I sort of recently decided to become a Pokémon Researcher. I originally lived on Melemele Island but I moved to Poni Island to get closer to the main thing I research; The Ultra Beasts. I've devoted my career so far to observing and documenting the Ultra Beasts behaviors in their home environments, as to hopefully learn more about them. It is kinda risky at times, but so far nothing too bad has happened.

Anyways, I was wondering what you yourself know about the Ultra Beasts, as any research you may have acquired would help a lot in my future endeavors.

- Thanks in advance, R. Halo

Good to meet you, Halo, it’s always nice to meet another researcher here in Alola!

I admittedly don’t know much about the UBs as my field of work focuses more on vulnerable and endangered Pokémon, but I’m happy to share what I do know!

Buzzwole, despite their fearsome appearance, aren’t as dangerous as they look if left unprovoked (though I definitely do not recommend approaching one unless necessary) They tend to posture and make themselves appear threatening long before actually attacking, thus giving anybody who has annoyed them ample time to exit the situation.

Poipole are curious little things, with many of them being quite interested in humans as well as our world in general. They’re also quite friendly and gregarious, which is why they (and their evolution) are the only UBs that are permitted for capture (by experienced trainers with the proper permits, of course)

Pheromosa are frighteningly effective predators, using their pheromones (which are even stronger that the pheromones of Salazzle) in order to lure their prey close to them before catching it with fast, precise movements.

And finally, while eggs of the species have yet to be observed, there have been many reports of Kartana performing what many scientists believe to be a mating dance of sorts.

[ms-demeanor]

Hi, can I get some clarification? At one point does lusting for a person/feeling lust for someone become objectification?

Objectification is treating a person like an object, like a *thing* instead of a person.

(for the purposes of this post I am primarily going to be talking about sexual objectification though parents treating their children like objects is DEFINITELY a thing)

I would argue that objectification happens when you disregard a person’s autonomy (not that you overrule or deny he fact that they HAVE autonomy, but like it doesn’t even occur to you that your choices should be considered because they’re not real enough to you in that moment for it to matter).

Having a crush on your friend or thinking that the cashier at a store is sexy isn’t objectifying them. Resenting your friend for not returning your crush or taking a photo of a sexy cashier to share on social media is objectifying them. Arguably just thinking about someone while masturbating is, to an extent, objectifying them. But imagining the sexy cashier taking you out on a nice picnic date and showering you with presents and buying you a pony is objectifying them too.

I’ve got a hot take here: Objectification isn’t inherently bad.

There’s a person at my gym who has some fucking THIGHS. Every time they’re at the gym they’re on the stair machine for a minimum of thirty minutes. I’m pretty sure they can’t wear jeans because I can’t *imagine* the kinds of jeans that would fit over this person’s quads. Every time I’m at my gym and this person is working out their thighs it’s a little bonus perk for my gym visit. In fact it’s kind of an incentive: if I go to the gym maybe I’m gonna get to see THIGHS and that’ll be cool.

This person is an object to me. At a conscious level I know that they are a real person with their own thoughts and desires and agenda and whatever but that’s not what they are to me. What they are to me is Damn! Thighs!

And that’s not a problem.

However if I *follow* them around the gym to look at their thighs, or if I stare obviously and move so that I’m working out behind them, or if I follow them out so I know what their car looks like so I can make sure to go into the gym if I see them in the lot THAT is a problem. And if they introduce themselves to me and I don’t remember their name or their interests and all I ever want to talk about is how hot their thighs are then THAT is a BIG problem. And if they were my coworker and I ignored their achievements and didn’t listen to their requests because their needs were less important to me than hot thighs and anyway if you spend so much time looking good you’re probably an idiot who doesn’t really work but just gets a paycheck because the boss likes looking at you and your work doesn’t matter THEN that is a VERY VERY BIG problem.

You are allowed to lust after and objectify people so long as it doesn’t impact the actual real world and that actual real person.

Chris Evans is an object to me. He’s pretty. I like looking at him. He doesn’t have any idea that I exist so me seeing him as just a pretty dude and ignoring everything else about him doesn’t matter. And I cannot tell you how much I DO NOT want to personally humanize Chris Evans as a celebrity and form a parasocial relationship with him where I know about his dog and his siblings and look at pictures of his family at the holidays. I’m much more comfortable experiencing Chris Evans as an object than as a person, thanks, and I’m pretty sure that for most celebrities that’s how they want most of the world to interact with them. But if I were to meet him and objectify him by presenting him with sexual fanart of him or if I were to have an interview with him about his political website and only asked him questions about his workout routine THEN it would be a problem for me to objectify him and I would be doing so in a way that was directly harmful to him.

Also. In terms of nonsexual objectification:

I keep hearing random liberals say that Biden needs to nominate a woman of color as his running mate.

I hear it over and over but I’m not hearing names, just “Joe Biden needs to nominate a Latina” “Joe Biden won’t win if he doesn’t run with a Woman of Color on the ticket.”

Over and over. But no names. No policy. Almost as if people are seeing this possible running mate like some kind of talisman or token or object or fetish (in the original “magical object’ sense, not the sexual sense) instead of a theoretical politician with experience and ideas of her own.

Hm. Gross.

And yes it is COMPLETELY possible to objectify men and we as a society do it A LOT and I kind of have the objectification of men as commodities in the popular music industry as a special interest that I’ve done a lot of reading and research and writing about.

Objectification is a thing that people do. It is arguably a *necessary* thing that we do in our society, where we’re aware of so many hundreds or thousands of people that we can’t actually individually treat them like humans (and we can’t even meaningfully conceive of MILLIONS or BILLIONS of people).

So let’s look at George of the Jungle (because that’s what we’ve been talking about today)

The ladies looking wistfully at George as he plays with the horses: these characters are objectifying the character of George but it is likely harmless because he doesn’t even seem to notice that they’re ogling him.

Ursula’s roommate/friend staring at George naked: this character is objectifying George and it *could* be harmful to his character because it will change their interactions and the way she views him and the dynamic between him.

The advertising for the film focusing on a shirtless character slammed into a tree: Not objectifying George.

Tumblr focusing on gifs of George/Brendan Fraser without his shirt: Objectifying the character/actor, harmless (though if you approached the actor on the street and said “Oh my god, I am so hot for your ass in that one scene where you’re wearing the bowl” that would be harmful)

People focusing on Brendan Fraser’s weight gain and lamenting that he’s no longer sexy: Objectifying the actor, potentially harmful to the actor (because people frequently tag the actors in criticism like this) and definitely bodyshaming in a way that can be harmful to the people who encounter the criticisms.

Fans expecting actors to maintain a particular level of fitness outside of a film: objectifying the actor, harmful.

Studios expecting actors to perform complicated stunts without adequate preparation or safety precautions: Objectifying the actor, harmful.

Studios and audiences expecting actors to be dangerously dehydrated so that they appear extremely muscular or extremely fit when filming; Objectifying the actor, harmful.

A film executive expecting an actor to perform sexual acts for them or to tolerate sexual touching because they’ve cast the actor for a part: Objectifying the actor, harmful. 

So it’s interesting that while the actor Brendan Fraser was likely objectified in the process of making this film (especially considering that, yeah, there was probably some unhealthy dieting and some dehydration to look as lean and muscular as he did in some scenes) the film as a whole does not objectify the character of George.

Anyway.

Shit’s complicated and there’s not a clear dividing line but it’s okay to think of people as objects sometimes because that’s honestly a thing that we have to do to get through the day without keeling over from overextended empathy but it’s not cool to *treat* people like objects and media that treats people like objects frequently models behavior that people normalize even if they don’t intentionally emulate it so it’s worthwhile to have discussions about the objectification of characters in media.

There we go.

Easy, right?

[ifwallscouldtalkkkk]

"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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[luvspence]

too invested

spencer reid x reader

synopsis: y/n attempts to make her ex jealous, by faking a relationship with spencer

[ y/n is penelopes assistant, and her ex is someone else who works at the fbi, think penelope and kevin ]

word count: 1k

master list

———

you were usually high energy, walked with a pep in your step, a sway in your pony tail

but today you walked in, slumped in, with yesterday’s make up

you dragged yourself into the round table room , you still had a little mascara stained on your cheek

spencer was early, (as always) and greeted you as you walked in

“hey-, oh jeez are you okay?”

you gave him a death glare

“i’m fine”

“clearly you aren’t”

he handed you a baby wipe from his satchel to wipe off the mascara from your cheek

“elijah”

spencer was clearly not getting it

“elijah copper, 28, co technical analyst from counter terrorism, nyu grad, 5’10, boyfriend for our very own y/n l/n, co technical analyst for the behavior analyst unit”

“ex boyfriend”

the knowledge hit him like a truck, he always wanted you to be happy, and clearly after this you weren’t. but he always secretly had a tiny crush on you

“oh i’m so sorry”

“yeah me too”

spencer didn’t know what to say, he just offered another baby wipe which you declined, and everyone else started to fill in

——

you went through stages

the “crying all the time” stage

the “nostalgia” stage

the “i don’t need him! boys suck!” stage

and you have now approached the “does he still care about me? does he even remember my name?” stage

you were in your office, spencer was passing by

“hey i got you coff- oh my god y/n what are you doing”

he caught you snooping through elijahs social media, text messages, searching key words like “y/n”

you closed out the tab

“heEEEY SPENCE”

you took the coffee from his hand

“y/n this isnt healthy”

“i know but look”

you shuffled around and showed him a picture of elijah and some girl

“i’ve been replaced and it’s only been three weeks”

“y/n they don’t even look like they share romantic feelings, they look like siblings”

“she works with him in counter terrorism, they always had something going on spencer i swear!”

he ruffled up your hair

“you’re so crazy”

he started to walk out and you chased him

“hey! am not-“

you were cut off my elijah walking down the hall, spencer next to you

you made eye contact with elijah and immediately looked at spencer and kissed him

you made it long and obvious, and to your surprised he kissed back

your eyes were closed but you opened one to check where elijah was, you saw him scurrying away, so you pulled away from spencer

“y/n???”

you pulled him by the collar into your office and shut the door

“look i’m sorry, but it was instinctual”

“WHY”

“elijah was right there!!!! and he replaced me it’s only fair if i replace him”

spencer just dumbly stared at you

“pertend to date me”

“HUH”

“pretend to date me! we can make elijah jealous. and after this phase subsides we can fake break up. no harm no foul”

spencer stood there silently, while he didn’t like to be used, he also didn’t mind kissing you

“hmm, okay, but you owe me”

“yes! i owe you so much thank you thank you thank you” 

you kissed him on the cheek which made him blush, and he walked out of your office

——

you and spencers “relationship” was going well

whenever you walked down the halls of the fbi together you held hands

whenever you answered the phone with elijah in the vicinity you called spencer pet names

whenever there was an fbi mandated presentation, you’d scoot up real close to spencer, lay your head on his shoulder and interlock fingers

sometimes in the hall you would kiss

you’d post pictures of him on your instagram story

your team knew it was fake, but they sure did get a kick out of it

“pretty boy and tech apprentice, a duo i didn’t know i wanted but i so badly needed” morgan says as he passed by you two in the hallways

and elijah reacted accordingly, doing the same thing you were doing with spencer with the girl from counter terrorism

and he even texted you one night

“i miss you”

but in this whole process you and spencer were getting really really close

you started to hang out together more outside of work, going to restaurants, to movies

this stage of the break up had basically subsided but you still found yourself holding hands with spencer

kissing him even though no one was around

calling him let names on the phone, saying i love you right before you hung up

going out together and not posting on instagram

we’re you getting invested?

you were getting too invested.

—-

you tried to distance yourself from spencer

remind yourself and him that your relationship was fake

you believed that his purpose was already served, you didn’t feel that way about elijah anymore

except you started maybe feeling that way for spencer

no matter how many times you’d walk away, spencer would still put his arm around you, kiss you even when no one was there, continuing to take you out to your standing friday night dinner

he was also way too invested

—-

you didn’t want to fall in love with spencer, and you were trying everything to stop it. but no matter what you couldn’t help but kiss him back, hold his hand and have long conversations with him

you finally decided enough was enough so you sat him down in your office

“spencer?”

“yes my love?”

“i think we need to e-end”

without even thinking you started to cry

“y/n? hey what’s wrong? what’s the matter?”

he said as he curled up next to you, wrapping his long arms around you and wiping your tears away

between sniffles you managed to get out

“i think we need to end t-this relationship”

spencer looked at you

“well y/n i respect you and what you want, but it doesn’t take a profiler to see that you don’t want this to end”

you huffed

“i wasnt planning on this, i just wanted to make elijah jealous!”

“planning on what?”

you shed another tear

“falling in love with you”

“what happened to ‘no harm no foul’??”

“that was a faulty decision”

he brushed the hair out of your face and held you face in his hands

“we should make this relationship real y/n”

“we should.”

he went down a placed a soft kiss on your lips

“i think we’re too invested in this spence””

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Parker Luck

Natasha x reader x Wanda

Notes; Trigger Warnings. Past rape. Sexual harassment. Skip fucking Westcott. Panic attacks.

You and your brother had a thing called 'Parker Luck.' Parker luck struck whenever and didn't care who got hurt or what it ruined. Parker luck had killed Mary, and Richard Parker, had stolen Uncle Ben, almost killed Peter, and tried to destroy you, your brother, and your Aunt's lives.

But the three of you were strong and so far had beaten the Parker luck. May, ever the optimist, liked to point out that the results of Parker luck weren't all bad.

May had gotten to raise you and Peter, something she said she was incredibly proud of. Peter had joined the Avengers and worked alongside his heroes. And because of Peter, you were able to meet Natasha and Wanda, your partners of three years.

Being with the two was the most natural thing, and the best decision, in your life. 

About a year ago, the three of you had made the decision to move in together. You were all together at the Tower, and life was great because you were surrounded by those you loved.

You felt happy about where you were in life. Until Parker luck had to strike again.

"I'm going to pick up our dresses," Natasha told you, picking up her keys.

"You know you two don't have to come to this, right?" You asked, pulling your hair up. "It's just a gala."

"A gala where your work will be displayed. We want to support you." Natasha said, kissing your cheek. "Let us be the proud girlfriends and brag about you to anyone who'll listen."

"You already do that." You pointed out with a smile.

"Well, we're going to keep doing it." Natasha shrugged. "I'll be back in an hour. I'll pick Wanda up on my way." She told you.

"Okay, be careful." You said, standing to kiss the woman. "And give Wanda this from me." You added, kissing her again.

"Will do. Love you, dorogoy." Natasha said, giving you a soft smile.

"Love you too, Natty."

After Natasha left, you moved into your 'office.' It wasn't a traditional office, technically it was an art studio, but it was your space. A space where you could usually forget everything and everyone bothering you.

But not today.

'I miss you, sweet girl.'

The words seem to jump off the screen as your heart stutters. You were suddenly sixteen years old again, and you couldn't breathe.

'You and my little Einstein. The two of you look so beautiful.' 

Bile rose in your throat at that one.

'I want to see at least one of you again. Should I see if I can find Peter?'

You were going to be sick. You were so sure you were going to be violently ill.

Skip fucking Westcott. The perverted bastard had seemed to have vanished off the face of the Earth nine years ago. You thought he was out of yours and Peter's lives for good. You'd prayed to anyone who would listen that he was gone for good.

Damn Parker luck.

'Don't you dare go fucking near him.' You typed back.

'What's to say I already haven't?'

You dropped the phone to the ground as you leaned against the wall.

"Miss Parker, you seem to be experiencing some distress. Should I alert someone?" JARVIS asked you.

"No. No, thank you, JARVIS." You breathed heavily, forcing yourself to calm down. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"Of course."

"Is Pete in the building?" You asked. "Is he okay?"

"Peter Parker is currently in the lab with boss, his vital signs are well within the normal range. Would you like me to alert him you're looking for him?"

"No, thank you, JARVIS." You sighed, sliding down the wall. 

You didn't know what to do. You couldn't tell Nat or Wanda, and you didn't want to scare Peter if Skip hadn't contacted him. 

No-one could know, you decided. No-one could ever be told the shame you felt.

"Agent Romanoff would like me to inform you she and Miss Maximoff will arrive in ten minutes," JARVIS said, drawing you out of your head.

Natasha and Wanda could never know, ever, you reminded yourself. You pulled yourself from the floor, took a deep breath, made yourself look presentable, and forced the memories to the back of your mind.

They didn't need to know.

Skip hadn't stopped. Skip hadn't left you alone. Skip had continued, messaging and calling to the point you barely turned your phone on. 

You blocked the first number, thinking you were incredibly smart, but he'd just got a new number.

And he did it every time you blocked him.

You’d been keeping a closer eye on Peter, you’d called May for check-ins every night now. You’d been watching, waiting, for any changes in his behavior, to see if Skip would contact him. 

So far it seemed as if he was leaving your brother alone.

"I'm going to get going now, zaika," Wanda announced, entering the kitchen in her yoga attire. 

She and Bruce attended a yoga class every Wednesday, and you loved seeing her walk around with her high pony and in her yoga clothes.

"Here, hon." You smiled, handing her two thermoses. "Yours is the yellow one, and I've put green tea in Bruce's."

"Have I said I love you today?" Wanda asked before kissing you.

"Not yet."

"I love you." Wanda grinned cheesily.

"I love you too. Now go, Bruce is waiting for you." You laughed, pushing her towards the elevator.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be back soon. Love you!" She rushed out her sentence as the doors closed. 

With Wanda gone and Natasha in the gym with Clint, you let the smile fall off your face.

On the counter behind you, was a bomb. Not a literal one, though right now you would prefer it, a figurative bomb.

On the counter behind you, sat a letter. 

A handwritten letter. A handwritten letter, with a small red heart drawn onto the envelope. And you immediately recognized the scrawl that had written your name.

Squaring your shoulders, you picked up the letter opener and moved back to the bomb.

The envelope felt dirty. It felt disgusting in your hands as you cut it open.

Out fell two newspaper clippings and a card.

The clippings were of you, Natasha, and Wanda at the gala. The three of you were smiling in both pictures, and you had their arms wrapped around you.

'Look at how they wrap their arms around you, whore. Would they look at you like that if they knew who you were?'

Was written onto the back in black sharpie.

Ignoring your shaking hands, you picked up the card on the table. It was your business card.

'Check your email.'

Your phone was immediately in your hand, and you rushed to open your inbox. There were several business inquiries, and the sixth email was labeled, 'Whore.'

You swallowed harshly before opening the email and felt your breathing hitch as you saw the attachments. 

Photos of you. But they weren't recent, they from nine years ago. Your phone fell to the floor with a clatter, and you rushed to sink. 

The contents of your stomach emerged from your lips, the acidic smell causing you to gag again. 

It took several minutes before you were finished. Your eyes and throat burned, your stomach hurt, and your head was pounding. 

You felt disgusting. You needed to get clean.

You were in the shower for an hour. Your skin was raw, your eyes stung, and you were exhausted. Emotionally and physically.

When Natasha came into the bedroom, you were in half-asleep in the bed. You had forced yourself off the shower floor and crawled onto the mattress.

"You not feeling well, dorogoy?" Natasha asked, laying beside you. You didn't have the energy to respond, so you only grunted. "Go to sleep, dorogoy. Everything will be better when you wake up."

But it wouldn't. It would never be better.

"This was a fantastic idea." You sighed, taking a long drink of the raspberry mimosa. "I'm so glad you talked me into this."

"I'm glad we got Wanda to not come in her pajamas," Natasha smirked.

"I like my pajama pants," Wanda whined, cutting into her waffles. "They're silk."

"We're in public, hon. And those pants leave little to the imagination." You reminded her with a smile. You felt lighter than you had in weeks.

"I'm an Avenger. I save the world, I should get to wear whatever I want." Wanda reasoned.

"Unfortunately, it's illegal to walk around nude," Natasha said, rolling her eyes fondly as you giggled.

Wanda and Natasha both stared at you and smiled brightly at you. 

"What?" You asked, raising a hand to your face. "Do I have something on me?"

"No, you're perfect," Wanda assured you, taking your hand.

"We just haven't seen you this relaxed in a while," Natasha said, looking at you and Wanda with a soft look.

"I'm sorry. I've just been so distracted lately." You said, looking down.

"It's nothing to worry about," Wanda promised, raising your chin with a finger. "It's just not a state we want to see you in."

"Maybe you should take a step back from work. Give yourself a week's break, and we could go on a trip." Natasha suggested. 

"That sounds really good." You smiled shakily. "I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom." You said, standing from your seat.

Guilt coursed through you as you locked yourself in a bathroom stall. They’d noticed. They’d noticed what a mess you were.

You couldn’t continue being a burden to them. You needed to be better. Happier. 

You took several deep breaths before you decided to rejoin your girlfriends. You’d opened the stall and froze at what stood before you.

“Hi, sweet girl.” Skip smirked, leaning against the sink. “Miss me?”

“This is the ladies room. You need to leave.” You stuttered. 

“Don’t say that. I just wanted to see my girl.” Skip said, pushing off the sink and moving towards you.

“I’m not your girl.” You told him. “I have never been your girl.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Skip chuckled. “There was a time you were mine.”

“You raped me.” You spat out. “You raped my brother. You ruined our lives.”

“You and Petey used to be so sweet. I don’t know what happened to you.” 

“You did.” You stated, shuffling along the wall. You tried to rush for the door only to be stopped by Skip holding it closed.

“What’s your rush, sweetheart?” Skip asked as you backed away into the wall behind you. You gasped as your back hit the tiled wall and Skip’s body suddenly caged you in. “We’re just getting started.”

Your mind went blank as Skip’s hands were on your body. You were suddenly sixteen again and you were too scared to move.

“Hey!”

The door slammed open.

His hands left you.

You slumped to the floor.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Zaika, breathe. You need to breathe for me. You’re okay, zaika.”

“You’re having a panic attack. You have to breathe for us, dorogoy. That man can’t hurt you.”

It took an eternity of coaxing before you were able to focus. To breathe. You were still on the bathroom floor, Skip had disappeared, and now Natasha and Wanda were kneeling before you.

“There you are.” Natasha smiled, holding her hands in front of her. 

“Where is he?” You whispered, voice breaking.

“In avengers custody.” Wanda informed you. “The police wanted to take him but he said some things that made it clear he knew you. Steve came and took him.”

“Can we go home?” You asked, looking down.

“Of course.” Natasha said. “Can I touch you?” She asked, and you nodded. Natasha helped you stand and you slumped your head against her shoulder.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Wanda said as the three of you drove home. “But we’re here for you, always.” She added.

You didn’t say anything, simply continued staring blankly out of the backseat window. 

“He was our babysitter.” You announced. 

It had been three hours since the incident. After returning to the Tower, you had locked yourself in the bathroom. You’d almost boiled yourself alive as you sat on the shower floor sobbing.

You didn’t come out for two hours, despite the water turning to ice long ago. But Natasha and Wanda had been there. They sat on the bed three of you shared, neither made a move or said a word until you crawled onto the bed between them.

None of you had said a word since. You laid there, silently crying, as Natasha and Wanda soothingly ran their fingers through your hair.

“He was our babysitter.” You repeated, fingers tracing the duvet pattern.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Wanda reminded you. “We won’t push you.”

“I have to.” You murmured. “I have to say it out loud.”

“Go as slow as you want.” Natasha said. “We’ll wait.”

“Pete was eight. I was sixteen. I found my girlfriend after she hung herself. I couldn’t sleep for months, so May got me a prescription for sleeping pills. They knocked me on my ass, it was impossible to wake me up.

I wasn’t in a good place to look after Pete. And Skip lived next door. He was twenty-five. I was always asleep when he came over. He was raping Pete in the room next to me for weeks, and I didn’t know.

I started getting better, not sleeping so much, but Skip still came over. It took him a week before he pinned me down. Pete and I were too scared to say anything to May or Ben.” You explained.

“How long did he,” Wanda began slowly. “You?” She asked, unable to say the word.

“Two months.” You whispered. “At least while I was awake. Apparently he did it while I was unconscious too.”

“Why didn’t he go to prison? Did you not report him?” Natasha asked.

“We did. His father paid people off and he was never charged. The whole family moved a day later.” You told them. “He’s been contacting me for a month.” You added after a second.

“What? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me.” You said, beginning to cry again. “I’m filthy. I’m disgusting. I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t protect Pete. I don’t want me. I should’ve tried harder, done better.” You listed, breathing becoming a struggle again.

“Zaika, you need to breathe. You’re going to send yourself into another panic attack.” Wanda soothed, pulling you closer. 

Natasha and Wanda took their time to calm you, and continued whispering soothing words after you had calmed yourself.

“We always want you, dorogoy.” Natasha said, breaking the silence. “We’re never not going to want you.”

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened. No-one blames you. Peter doesn’t blame you. The only person that can be blamed is him.” Wanda added.

“I hate him. I hate him.” You said. “I hate Skip so much.”

“And you’re allowed. You’re allowed to hate him with everything you have.” Natasha told you.

“But you’re not allowed to hate yourself.” Wanda added.

“I’m tired.” You whispered, body sagging into the mattress. “I’m so tired.”

“Go to sleep, zaika.” Wanda murmured, pushing the hair off your face.

“We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here.” Natasha added, squeezing your hand.

Peter came to you in tears two days later. Crying because of the fantastic news he had just received.

Skip Westcott was going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. He could never hurt either of you again.

You joined Peter in his crying as the two of you embraced each other on your couch. Peter fell asleep there and you left to seek out Wanda and Natasha.

“I love you.” You murmured against their lips as you kissed them with tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so fucking much.”

“We love you too. Always.”

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