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wanderingmind867 · 7 months ago

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Ranking the Seven (plus Nico):

1. Nico di Angelo: Just…ever since I was a nine or ten year old boy reading Rick Riordan's books, Nico di Angelo was my anchor into the world of Percy Jackson. Lonely, an outcast, the one person everybody else shunned…he was always just a vessel for all my real pain and fear. He still is. All my loneliness and sadness and stress and anxiety…it can all be channeled into him.

And to think more about it, he really is just like me. He never opens up to others (same as me, he probably has a fear of judgement), he's got no real friends for most of the books (which is still true of me at 20, no friends except my dad), he's just…god, Nico di Angelo is the character in these books i've always loved most. And I wish he got all the happy things that I feel i haven't had yet.

Frank Zhang: Frank was like the second main character who always spoke to me. Not just because he was Canadian (although that certainly helped), but because he was a heavier set kid who didn't have many friends. His mother died; whereas mine was more just dying (dead now, of course). And I always did like how he was good with a bow and arrow. A ranged fighter with a preference towards support (despite how his looks make him appear), Frank Zhang had a lot of relatable aspects too.

Honestly, nobody in these books ever had a 1 for 1 backstory line up with me (it'd be incredibly bizarre if there was one, I suppose). But Frank and Nico are two of the ones who come closest to hitting me right in the heart. I definitely can see myself in them, and I love them both a lot.

Jason Grace: Jason is a character i've heard be called bland many times. But are you all reading the same books!? Jason Grace is not bland! He is the paragon of virtue, a great kid who always does what he thinks is right. And I really relate to his existential issues. He's a confused person. Is he Greek or Roman? Who is he? Where does he belong? Will he ever belong? A great many of those questions feel like they apply to me as well as to him, and that makes him all the more relatable.

Also, Jason seems to value order and fairness. I respect that. I, too, value order and consistency in my actions. Who doesn't? I'm that weird kid who liked my teachers ten times more than I liked my fellow students. I never got along with other kids. I always felt like I was somehow more mature in some ways. So that's why Jason Grace and Cyclops are like some of my favourite fictional teenagers. They remind me of myself.

Leo Valdez: I almost put Leo in front of Jason, but one thing changed my mind: I hate machinery and mechanics. Don't get me wrong: I like machines. As someone who's wasted way too much time talking to AI chatbots (and who always relates to characters like Vision or Red Tornado), I definitely like machines. But I don't like getting my hands dirty. Mechanics and hands on work was never my thing. So, you know, that was the deciding factor here.

Still, I really relate to Leo. His avoidant streak (which is super relatable), his insecurities about being the most useless member on the team (which is also relatable), even the fact that he covers his insecurites by acting overly confident and personable gets to me. Because while I don't do that one, I do understand all of Leo's insecurites. He's definitely one of my favourite characters.

Hazel Levesque: A girl from out of time. She doesn't quite fit in with this time period, and I can relate to that in some ways (i've always felt like an old soul myself). She's from New Orleans (possibly the one locale in the US that I really like, due to watching Disney's Princess and the Frog as a kid). She's even got magic powers, thus putting her in with the group of people I tend to like most in fiction: mages.

Hazel is a great character. She makes my top five because she appeals to almost all of my many interests. She was never my number one favourite, but she's definitely up there.

Piper McLean: I loved Piper's story. I don't like how native american stuff is never explored in US media (while up here in Canada, we at least get frequent documentaries and sitcoms stuff about indigenous people and culture). So just…whether it's fully accurate or not, props to Rick Riordan for even giving us Cherokee representation. I can't think of any other native characters in american media off the top of my head, so he's already succeeding because of that.

But I also really liked Piper for her struggles with being aphrodite's daughter, and with being a famous celebrity's kid. These things aren't all too relatable on the surface, but the way Rick Riordan wrote about them…god, you know it's good writing when i can grow to feel empathy and love for a character (even despite our many differences). So Piper is cool.

But I do have at least one minor complaint with her story: did her dad really have to forget she was a demigod? That part of the Lost Hero really let me down, and I still don't see the logic of having it happen. So that's why she's number six here.

Annabeth Chase: Annabeth is often relatable, but mostly just when i'm reading from her perspective. From her POV, I really do feel her. I really do love the chapters from her perspective. But when it's other characters talking about her or dealing with her…she is a lot less likeable. She can be downright rude to many characters.

I remember how she hated Tyson. She had decent reasons, but it still really got to me. I didn't like how her and percy started with a bit of an antagonistic attitude towards each other. I also never really felt too much of her issues in regards to her home life. I always kind of related to Frederick Chase, and so I never saw the issues with her home life. When we see it in The Titan's Curse, it seems downright pleasant. So I never understood her.

But let me make something kind of clear: Annabeth is way better following the Mark of Athena. In the Mark of Athena and House of Hades, i've loved her every scene. In all the previous books…it was a lot more love/hate. So I don't despise her (I would never go that far), but I just have some hangups that seem to be personal to me.

8. Percy Jackson: Oh, boy. This opinion is gonna be controversial, I already have that feeling. But i'm gonna stand firm here. Percy Jackson isn't that great. His supporting cast usually always outshines him. He's funny sometimes, sure. But think about his actions. He was just as judgmental towards Tyson as everyone else, at least initially. We read about him admitting he didn't like being related to him! And that action is just the tip of the iceberg.

He abandoned Calypso to rot on Ogygia (while Leo actually had the decency and moral fiber to rescue her). He didn't fulfill the dreams he said he believed in, either. He said he wanted the gods to claim all their kids, yet Camp Half-Blood only added maybe seven new cabins. That's not nearly good enough. That's half assing it. Look what Jason Grace did! He honoured all the gods, even if they were minor ones like Kympoleia! Anything Percy did, someone else did it ten times better!

And let's not forget Nico's treatment here! Percy also didn't seem to like Nico that much, considering he was way too easily annoyed by him (when there were far worse kids out there). Nico got screwed over by Percy, and I won't let that one go! Only one who screwed him over worse was his own sister (abandoning him for the hunters when she knew she was all he had)! But I digress. I just… Percy doesn't live up to any of the high potential set on him. Especially not when compared to the other seven.

So there are my rankings. I kind of feel like mine are probably going to end up sort of uncommon, but this is legitimately my opinions on each character. If anyone else wants to share their rankings, feel free to. At this point, i'm kind of interested to see what other people's opinions are.

#i am worried my stances will get me in trouble or something #so let me just say:#i like all eight of these characters #but i do prefer some over others #percy jackson #the seven pjo #nico di angelo #frank zhang #jason grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #piper mclean #annabeth chase #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #hoo #hoo series #my opinions

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 2 years ago

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Do it for Him | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and your husband can't conceive but you will do everything in your power to make it possible to pacify his father's wishes. Little did you know your father in law is a little too willing to help. Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Yändere, and manipulation into cheating and explicit language. a/n: This is my first time writing something like this so I'm not really sure how I did. There's gonna be a part two for sure so this is more like the introduction part of the Yandere aspect and setting up the plot. And a special thanks to @coralmusicblaze for the request <3

"Wait please, let's talk about this" I say running down the stairs after my husband. "You heard the doctor yourself, we can't have children" he rushes to say but decides to stop in his tracks, his back to me still. "They didn't say we can't, they just said it would be more difficult. There are still options available to us" I say hoping to reassure him.

"First I'm a shit son for wanting to marry someone I love instead of marrying for money" he says bitterly looking towards me. "A now I'm an even worse son because I can't 'continue the family line' so his corporate empire can continue or whatever the fuck he talks about" he says as he continues to beat himself up about something that isn't even his fault.

"We'll work through this. We can keep trying and we will continue going to the doctor to see if they can help as well okay?" I say rubbing his arm. "It'll all be okay as long as we stick together" I say holding the side of his face softly encouraging him to look at me. "Okay?" I question, waiting for his agreement.

He looks in my eyes, seeing my dedication to him and he nods his head, whispering a quick okay before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Everything will work out, I promise" I say wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me and he returns it right away, holding me in a firm embrace until the car pulls around, the driver opening the door for us.

"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that we've missed the turn to go home. "We have to go tell my parents" he says with a clenched jaw. "What? Now? We only just found out, shouldn't we at least take some time to think about this?" I ask concerned with what might happen if we tell them while he's still in a vulnerable state of mind. "I would rather just get it over with so they won't pester us about it anymore. Let's just tell them that we're having trouble conceiving and we're going to go to a doctor to see if they can help. That way the blame can't be put on either of us" he reasons and I nod my head in agreement.

"Hey" he says grabbing my hand making me look up at him. "You know I love you right?" he says and runs his thumb along my knuckles. I nod my head and give him a tight lipped smile, putting up a strong front for him. Truth is, this is just as upsetting for him as it is for me, if not more. No one wants to admit that they need help with something that is supposed to happen naturally, between a man and woman that love each other. A child made with love...

"So basically your dick doesn't work" Mr. Jeon says, not pulling any punches. "Honey please" Mrs. Jeon says, trying to reign him back in which helps a bit. "My dick works just fine" my husband says ultimately taking on a defensive stance against his father. "First you beg me to give you my blessing to marry her, and now after all of that you're not able to do the one thing that I am asking you to do for our family. We need an heir to inherit the company and I want to see that happen now" his father says standing up and walking out of his office that we all had gathered in. "Let me talk to him" my mother in law says with a pained expression, "No, it's fine I'll go" I say standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek telling her not to worry.

"I'm not interested in a lecture about the children" my father in law says with his back turned to me, clearly thinking it was his wife who has come to reason with him. "I'm not interested in doing that either" I say walking closer to him where he is standing on his balcony, over looking the city. He turns to face me and takes in my form for a little longer than I had hoped he would, his eyes dragging up my figure, lingering on my chest before turning back around. "I'm sorry you had to see that" he says not bothering to spare me a second glance.

I decide to walk up to the railing next to him and take in the view as well, breathing in the fresh air and trying to regain some sense of peace before I try speaking again. "It's his fault isn't it?" he questions, still looking out at the scene in front of him. "It isn't anyone's fault" I say mirroring his posture. "It has to be someone's fault" he says, upset that no one wants to tell him the truth. "It's funny, you both put up such a fight to be together and it turns out you aren't as compatible as you thought you were" he laughs bitterly, pushing himself off the railing and turning to walk back inside.

"That's not fair, it's not our fault" I call after him. "Life's not fair sweetheart. Get used to it" he says and closes the door behind him. I let out a sigh and turn back toward the city and look up at the sky, trying to clear my thoughts and hold back the tears that I can feel are moments away from falling. "Hey" my husband says, placing his hand on the small of my back making me jump not realizing that he had already come to find me.

"How did it go?" he questions softly and when I go to open my mouth in response only a soft whimper comes out, now finally feeling my heart start to crack while tears stream down my face. "Come here" he says wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in as close as he can while I start sobbing into his chest, not being able to hold it in anymore. "It's okay baby, it's okay" he says softly coaxing the tears out of me. "We'll figure it out just like you said" he whispers and I nod showing him that I haven't lost hope. I guess at the end of the day, I'm not as strong as I thought I was.

"How long are you going to be gone?" I question him as he finishes packing up a suitcase for his business trip. "Only a few weeks" he says as if it's nothing. "Weeks? What about the doctor? What about me? What about-" I ramble but am cut off by his lips on mine. "It's already all taken care of" he whispers against my lips and rubs his nose against mine before pulling back to continuing packing.

"You talked to the doctor already?" I question and he nods his head. "Yep he says things are looking good and he's hopeful that we'll be able to conceive soon. We could even conceive now if you want to try" he says turning back around, drinking me in before pulling my body flush against his and giving a few light kisses on my neck already making me breathless from his touch on my sensitive skin. "How much longer until you're done?" I say trying to keep my mind straight. "Give me five minutes" he says and comes back up to give me a urgent kiss before running back and getting a few more things.

"Text me when you land" I say walking up to the car while the driver places his bags in the trunk. "Of course" he says giving me one more kiss full of longing, making me not want to let him go. He pulls back a few moments later and nudges his nose against mine again before pulling away. "I love you" he says softly and rubs his thumb over the dark purple hickey he gave me on my neck, one to 'remember him by' as he had said proudly while I tried to scold him.

"Don't take a test until I come back okay?" he says turning towards me one more time before getting in. "I won't" I laugh and shake my head at him while he gets in the car. "Bye" he says rolling down the window to give me one last goodbye before the driver pulls out of the driveway. I wave and watch as the car goes down the street until it turns the corner. "Be safe" I whisper under my breath and go back inside.

After closing the door I head back into our bedroom and look down at my phone seeing a missed call from my father in law but he didn't bother leaving a message. He never calls me and since our last interaction wasn't the best I have no idea why he would even bother getting in touch with me now.

"Y/n" he says simply when he picks up my call. "Yes?" I say waiting for him to get on with what was so important that it required a personal call from him. "Has my son left for the airport yet?" he questions and I'm curious as to why he would be asking me that instead of him. "Uh yeah he just left a few minutes ago" I say deciding to forward the information anyways. "Great, I need to speak to you about something, in person" he says which confuses me even more. "Why can't you just tell me now?" I question.

"This is a personal matter and I would prefer it if we could just talk about it privately and have a civil conversation" he says and now that I take note of the background noise I can tell that he's probably in the car. "Okay that's fine" I concede without much of a fight and he tells he'll be there soon and hangs up without another word. I would prefer to avoid all conflicts with him since he's already not too fond of me to begin with but I might as well not give him another reason to be upset with me.

"Hello" I say opening the front door for him and he walks in like I am simply 'the help' letting him into his own home and makes his way over to my husband's office. 'Sure make yourself at home' I think to myself and roll my eyes at him while closing the front door. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" I question walking in with my arms crossed in front of my chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Y/n please sit down. I promise, I mean no harm" he says in the softest tone I've ever heard come out of his mouth which leaves me furrowing my brown and doing as he says, being caught off guard by his demeanor.

"I wanted to discuss something with you" he says sitting on my husbands chair behind his desk. "So you said" I say lifting a brow at him. He's not usually one to mince words or beat around the bush, an example being the last interaction we had in person. "Why is it that you can't conceive?" he ask, coming back to his normal self somewhat but keeping that softer tone still. "I don't think I'm obligated to tell you that" I say simply, keeping my walls up despite his sudden change of character.

"I just wanted to know if this is a situation that I can somehow...remedy" he says putting a strange emphasis on the end. "Meaning?" I question, not fully understanding what he could possibly mean by that. Or more like, I hope his thought process isn't just as twisted as mine is. "Well if the burden is on my family, mainly on my son then wouldn't it make sense that we would be the ones to help solve this problem?" he says standing up and walking around the desk to lean on it in front of me, still at somewhat of an appropriate distance.

"Right" I say waiting for him to get to the point. "And seeing as I'm the one who is desperately awaiting an heir, shouldn't I be the one who is putting in the most effort find a solution?" he says never breaking eye contact. "Mr. Jeon what are you trying to say?" I say sitting upright in the chair, my body language showing clear discomfort. "Don't call me that" he says lowering his voice an octave catching me off guard and almost sending a current running up my spine.

"What should I call you?" I say crossing one leg over the other, shifting around, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. "By my name, or would you prefer something else?" he says with an eyebrow raised. "I would prefer to call you Mr. Jeon" I say in defiance, continuing to keep my walls up. "I guess that's fine, as long as you remember that it's me you're referring to" he says bending at the waist to meet me at eye level.

"Referring to while what?" I ask feeling my heart rate pick up with this new proximity. "While I do what my son should've been able to do in the first place" he says looking down at my lips for a moment before straightening back up, providing me room to breathe again. "Mr. Jeon I think you should leave" I say after clearing my through and getting up to walk out of the room but before I'm able to get far he holds me back by my wrist, pulling me towards him.

"There's no need to run sweetheart, we're just talking" he says and brushes my hair out of my face that had been moved out of place by his sudden movements. "I'm not running" I say through clenched teeth trying to stand firm though I feel my defenses crumble with every honey coated word that drips from his lips, leaving me conflicted. "Good, then why don't you sit back down for me." he says and gently guides me back by my waist to do as he suggested.

"Let's just say this, I have a proposition for you" he says leaning back on the desk again. "There's nothing to propose, your son is my husband" I say trying to show him how crazy this all is. "I am aware" he says plainly waiting for my further reasons to decline his offer. "Shouldn't that be reason enough?" I question, not understanding how he doesn't see how sick and twisted this arrangement is that he is proposing.

"You duty to your husband is to always want the best for him correct? To do anything to make him happy? Don't you think that he would be happy coming home from his long trip away to find you pregnant with his child?" he says circling around the chair I'm in, dragging his finger along the back of it and stopping to rest his hand on my shoulder. "But it wouldn't be his child" I say looking up at him which was a huge mistake as his gaze has got me feeling breathless from the intensity. Pupils dilated and eyes forever trained on my entire existence, tracing every curve with his eyes, desperate to see what is hidden underneath everything I'm wearing.

"He doesn't have to know that. He would share his DNA, and that's good enough for me" he says brushing it off. "Well then why don't you and your wife have another child?" I question, "Then he can take over when my husband retires. They would be the same age anyway if I were to have a child now" I say quickly offering a solution. "Haven't you always wanted to be a mother? Have a child to call your own?" he questions now holding my jaw in place, maintaining eye contact.

"Yes" I say now nervous from the intimate contact. "And my son has always wanted to be a father no? He knows it would take a lot of pressure off everyone once you do have a child right? I would pull back and we would have our heir. Don't you want that?" he questions. "Not like this" I whisper barely holding on, the last of my defenses finally diminished. "Do it for him. No one has to know I promise." he says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip.

"But I love him" I say, my eyes welling up with tears, knowing that I don't have the fight in me to stop this anymore. "And you're doing this because you love him" he says closing our proximity and bringing his lips close enough to touch but holds back for a second. "It's your call" he says and waits for me to take the next move 'I'm so sorry' I think to myself, begging for my husband's forgiveness and close my eye while also closing the distance between us.

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hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog · 1 year ago

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maybe like a

daryl x reader but he finds her really drunk in (alexrandia)

or finding reader in the woods (meeting her for the first time) and she’s really hurt and he practically saves her

Happy Monday Everyone! Sorry I am taking so long to get to these writing prompts that I ask you all to send my way. I am so appreciated of each and ever one of them, that I want to give each one time to create something special, or at least passable.

I hope @dreamtofus I did you justice in your ask, I really had a lot of fun writing a Daryl x Reader, it was my first, but hopefully not my last. I know I still need to work on getting the 'voice' of Daryl down, but for a first attempt, I don't think it's too bad.

Please let me know what you think, reblog, likes are always welcome. This story is my own, so please don't steal it. All mistakes, typo are mine, I do apologize. I do a few rounds of edits, but things just slip through, so be kind when passing judgement.

Details:

Daryl x Reader, told mainly from the reader POV, but we do get a small POV of Daryl. A flashback is had, some pop culture references, not sent in an particular timeline of the show. Seeing how the reader meets Daryl for the first time, how he saves her not once but twice, and the reader letting her guard down around Daryl.

Ment to be a one shot, but if you all like it enough, I could be persawded to write more, with these two.

Triger warnings: nothing really, its sweet, angst.

Word count: 2,000+

You knew never to go out this late in the day for anything, even a ‘simple’ supply run would never be done this late; you should have just waited until tomorrow. But No, you have to prove something to yourself? No, you knew you had survived this long, almost two years now, in this fire burning world. Your smarts, being a country/farm kid growing up, and your love of reading anything you could get your hands on help you survive this long.

So, you need to prove something to the members of this group that found you a few weeks ago and brought you into their community? Maybe, you're sure they are still assessing you, and seeing if you're worth the trouble of being another mouth to feed and another body to protect.

The leader, Rick, seems nice, standoffish, but also a protector that if you do get to stay with them, would be loyal and a big brother figure for you. Maggie, is also in that camp of big sister energy that would kick anyone’s ass for you.

No, if you were to put money on who in the group is still questioning if they should take you in or not, that would be the redneck hunter Daryl.

Daryl was the one that came across you while you were scavenging an abandoned drug store just a few miles south from where the group’s camp was. He was the one that held a crossbow aimed at your back, telling you to drop the antibiotics that there was a baby in his camp that needed it more than you.

Flashback

“Don’t make me say it again, drop the drugs.” A gruff, gravelly voice, from behind you, fills the silence of the space, and makes you freeze like a deer in headlights.

Getting up from your crouch position, you slowly turn, with the bottle of pills in your hand. Sweat from the fever you're currently trying to shake and not the Georgia heat drips down your face. If you hadn’t already heard him speak, you would have thought you were seeing things. There standing in front of you is a man, dressed all in black, his dark brown hair long and slightly covering one side of his face, while the other side is slightly covered by the crossbow that is currently aimed at you. His lean but muscular frame in a stance that screams hunter, his tone arms never wavering, so you know that he will wait you out, he has the discipline to do so.

“Fuck…I can’t…” you reply desperation, and exhaustion taking over. You know that you should be scare, you should be worried that he’s going to let go of the trigger, and put you out of your misery, but, you can’t give a fuck at this point.

“Will you at least aim for the head, if you're going to kill me.” You quip leaning on the shelving next to you, feeling yourself get weaker.

This seems to throw off the mystery man, as he hesitates for a second, “what?” he questions, not lowering his bow, but moving his finger from the trigger.

Grabbing something from your back pocket, a purple bandana, you wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Look, I can’t come back as one of the dead.” your voice ragged. “You could give me at least that courtesy. Because otherwise, I will find you, and eat you.” You joke, giving your best Lim Nelson voice at the end.

The mystery man doesn't seem to get the reference to that line, as he gives no reaction to the idea that you, as a walker, could somehow find him on purpose and eat him.

“It's a joke…it's from…never mind.” You toss the bottle of pills towards him, and slide down to the floor and wait for either the exhaustion, fever, or this mystery man to take you.

Your mind is fuzzy, and either this guy will leave you alone or not. With your eyes closed, you can hear the rustle of him putting the bottle in his bag, and then the sound of him coming over the counter and towards you. His footsteps stop and you can feel him staring down at you. “What?” Uou question, keeping your eyes closed.

“Whatcha doing?” he questions. “you bit?”

“Waiting for a bus, what does it look like? I am sick you ass, and I am exhausted.” Your frustration taking over. You open your eyes to find him crouching down and bringing a hand up to your forehead, “What the hell, dude!” You slap his hand from you and push yourself up and back from him, scattering bottles around you. “Just leave, you got what you wanted.”

“You didn’t answer me, are you bit?” He grumbles back, harsher this time, with authority. Annoyance is now apparent, and his blue eyes that are staring at you seem to bore into your soul.

“No, I am not bit, just sick. With the quick change in weather we had, my body...why am I explaining this to you….” you start and stop yourself from going into detail about how back when the world was somewhat ‘normal’ any drastic change in the weather always sent you into a quick cold for a few days.

Ringing out your bandana, you run it over your face and down your neck. What you wouldn’t give for some cold water, a nice cool lake to dive into. Your mind drifting to the fantasy of cooling waters is cut short when your bandana is taken from you and quickly replaced with a cool wet red one.

“What the…'' you're about to protest, when the feeling of the cool water hitting your skin shuts you up. You see him, pouring a bit more water on the rag and running it down your bare arms.

He doesn’t say anything, after wiping both your arms, he gets the rag wet again with cold water and hands it to you, “take it.”

You do, and wipe your face and then cover your forehead with it. You close your eyes and let the cool water seep through your pores, it's something, it won’t cure you, but it's something for now.

“Here.” His voice brings you back, and you open your eyes to see him holding out some of the pills and his water jug.

Your hestent, wondering why he’s being so nice now? He keeps his hand out for you to take the items, and after another second of thinking you finally do. Swallowing the pills and taking the smallest of drinks, no need to piss him off by downing his water, you hand back the jug. “Thanks.” You mumble.

He nods, and is about to speak when another voice from the other side of the counter breaks the slice, “Daryl, you in here?”

Present

You would soon come to find out and meet Rick Grimes, the man attached to that voice, and after seeing you in the state you were in that day, and asking himself if you were bit. Would then ask if you wanted to come with them and join their group.

Now here you were, somehow stuck back in that same drug store just a few miles from camp. Nighttime has settled in, and you can’t leave, with the horde of walkers outside, too many to kill on your own. Even if you could somehow make a path through, you know yourself, and your fighting abilities, you were good, but not that good.

Luckily the doors were still in good shape, and the horde didn’t know you were in the store, so they were just passing by. This has been going on for 20 minutes, and it didn’t look like they were going away anytime soon.

You had checked the backdoor, but it must be barcade on the outside, so here you sit, with your back against the wall, behind that same counter, waiting for the time pass, and hoping no one from the group notices that you're gone and starts to worry.

Running through your interactions with everyone earlier, you don’t think anyone would have seen you slip out, and you never told anyone of your plan, so you should be good, you try and reassure yourself. Stacking up the discarded bottles again in a precarious tower, what else is there to do?

“What are you doing?” a voice, gruff, deep, deadpan startles you and the tower tumbles down.

“Shit!” you yell, looking up you see Daryl leaning over the counter looking down at you. “How did you….” you start to question. Wondering how he found you? Why was he here? and how did he get in?

He strums his fingers on the counter, as if he can read your thoughts, “I saw you slip out from the gates after dinner. Waited for a bit, but when it was getting dusk and you weren’t back, figure I go out and find you.”

“So you tracked me like what...a dear?” You question, not sure if you should be flattered or creeped out by it.

“No…a dear would have been a bit more of a challenge, you were easy to find.” He jokes, and gives you a quick smile, to your glare and giving him the finger.

“Ha,ha,” you quip. getting up, you walk over to the counter, “how did you get in? sounds like that horde of walkers are still out there?” You question, looking over his shoulder, you can just barely make out the crowd still moving.

He looks towards the doors and then back to you. “AC unit on the roof, the air return drops down in the office on the other side of the store.”

“Well aren’t you just the MacGyver of the post-apocalyptic world?” You tease. He cocks his head, giving you a questionable look at your reference. Letting a sigh, “Sersious, dude, what did you watch as a kid? or did you not have a tv?”

“Come on.” He brushes off your comments, and motions for you to follow him. “What were you thinking of doing a run this late?” He questions, waiting for you to grab your gear and walk over to him.

Shit, you were hoping not to have to tell anyone why you went on this run. There was a reason you went on your own, and Daryl, especially telling Daryl was not on your list of something you wanted to do. “Umm…it's nothing….stupid really…” you start and stop yourself, wishing he would take pity on you and drop it.

Daryl wasn’t going to let you off with that answer. After all he did come and risk his ass in saving you. Even though it wasn’t a big risk for him, he knew he could find you, and get you back to camp in one piece, but still, he wants an explanation. Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, he is not moving until you start talking. “Come on, out with it.”

You let out a sigh, “Fine” you say, and start digging in your bag, “this.” You state and pull out your purple bandana.

Daryl knew that was yours the moment he saw you pull it out of the bag. He remembered it, taking a corner of it in his hands, the fabric ruff from the dried water/sweat. “You came back for this?” He questions, wondering why risking your neck for a piece of fabric was so important.

Slightly embarrassed, taking Daryl’s tone as stupidity or bewilderment, you pull back the bandana from his fingers and stuff it back in the bag. “Look, I said it was stupid, okay, lets just drop this and go.” You quip, feeling your cheeks start to go red of embarrassment. You start to head towards the office.

The feel of Daryl’s hand on your wrist, stops you from taking any more steps from him. “Don’t walk away from me.” His voice is commanding, but not in a harsh mean way.

The feel of his callus hands in your slightly worked but not as worked as his send a shiver up your spine. You’ve only known him for a few weeks now, and most of that time you were coming down from a cold. So why was the feel of his skin next to yours, him coming to find you, and the thoughts of him judging you make your head spin and your heart slightly race. “You're going to think it's stupid” you mumble, keeping your eyes and body away from him.

“Try me.” He replies, letting you keep your eyes off him, but still holding you in place.

You let out a breath, “it was my dad’s, or at least one of them. He was a mechanic before the world fell, and he always had a bandana in his back pocket. This was my favorite color.” Your voice slightly cracks at the end. thinking about your dad, your family, life before the world was on fire, it hurts too much. You feel the tears start to slightly fall. “He was gone before…”

Pulling you back and into his arms, laying your head on his chest, Daryl says nothing. He wraps his arms around you, surrounding you in a cocoon of him. The feel of him, his strength around allows you to let go. Sobbing, cries that you have been holding in for so long let go, and pour out of you and into his chest. He’s silent, running a hand up and down your back in comfort.

You're not sure how long, but when you feel there is nothing left you pull back to see the tear stain circles on his black shirt. “I am sorry.” Your voice shakes, bringing a hand up to wipe your face.

Daryl takes his red bandana out from his back pocket, and wipes your cheeks. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replies. Gentle wipe away the last tear from your jaw. He knows what it's like to lose your family, to be on your own. He wants to tell her he understands that she shouldn't be embarrassed by wanting to hold onto a piece of her past. He gets it, in more ways then she will ever know.

But now is not the time. Whatever he’s feeling for her, whatever he thinks could happen between them, the reality is, that it won’t. This pull that she has on him, it will pass, it has too. Stuffing the red bandana back into his pocket, and his feelings aside. He lets go of his hold on her and starts walking towards the office.

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dorminchu · 5 months ago

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wip wednesday — BH&E 06 (formerly 05)

eren and annie flirt, bicker, and the author's undying love for dramatic irony rears its head again :)

She shrugged out of her jacket. "There's enough room to spar. If you'd still like to."

Aside from the mess on the other half of the room, Annie's side barely looked lived in at all.

Eren hesitated to follow her. "I wouldn't—want you to think of what I did, when you talk to me." The skin on the nape of his neck tingled. "In Trost, I mean. That wasn't who I am."

"Why should it make a difference to you?"

It occurred to Eren that she’d never asked about the nature of his transformation. Of all the cadets he spoke to, she seemed indifferent. But, she was only here to teach him how to fight. And it wasn’t like she had all the answers to what was wrong with him.

"You're not worried at all?" She smiled in a way that touched her eyes. His throat bobbed. "You said," his voice uneven, "that everything before—it wasn't serious."

"It wasn't." Her stance shifted. "I’m not going to wait around for the day you come back in a box."

A repeat of the situation that got them into trouble in the first place. Another misdirection on her part. Was it possible she didn’t have an answer herself? Acting as if she were above him, if she didn’t have the answer—well, she’d never been a very good liar. And he was probably the only person who could tell her so and not get knocked around as hard as usual.

He went for her ankle. Out of practise, really he was thinking about her behavior, and sense of humour—the lack of it. Everything was a weapon to her. What that did make this?

In the time he'd come to a conclusion she'd already disarmed him. Rather than tell him off for not taking this seriously she had him pinned, his chest to the floor.

Her mouth grazed his cheek. The arm around his neck tightened.

"I'm not going to go easier on you," she breathed. "You've been distracted since I offered to see you. It's going to get you killed," her mouth grazed his cheek, "unless you're sure of what you're willing to do."

Eren continued to thrash, helpless. She chuckled lowly. If she canted her hips back she'd be astride him. She wasn’t looking to be understood and he wasn’t going to ask questions

Her fingers skirting over the straps of his ODM harness, slipped under his shirt, catching on the key at his breast. He reached out to grab her wrist, and she stiffened, eyes widening. Close enough to feel her uneven breaths on his face. He let go, his shoulders hunched slightly as she got back to her feet.

"It's a—keepsake. From my father." She wasn't saying anything. Her eyes darted from his chest to his face, searching. He sat up, cleared his throat. "Sorry, I—I should take it off."

The doorknob turned. Annie squared her shoulders. "Oi, Leonhardt, Feulner wants to know if—oh, damn." The girl cocked her head, motioning towards Eren. " He's your boyfriend? I thought you were just being a wiseass."

"Dreyse," Annie said through her teeth.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll just say you're busy." She turned around, catching Eren's eye and skillfully dodging the pillow aimed at her head on the way out. A floral scent permeated the air.

"My roommate," Annie said.

"Does she wear a lot of perfume or something?"

Annie ignored his question, pulling her jacket back on. "You should go. Before you're missed."

Eren snorted. "Since when did you start caring about protocol?"

She looked at him the way she had Dreyse.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like—you never asked when I had to leave, so." Staring at the wall. He glanced at her and then away. "D'you" —he gesticulated towards her— "aren't you hot?"

"Not really."

#snk #aot #fanfiction #fanfic #ereannie #eren jaeger #attack on titan #annie leonhardt #wip

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aishangotome · 7 months ago

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Azel Radwan: Dramatic Ending Ch. 21 His Side Story

Dramatic Ending Ch. 21

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

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People always rely on God when they are on the verge of despair.

Even in the face of the end, that stance doesn't change.

They turn a blind eye to the fact that the root of all this is God himself.

It's truly comical, even pitiful.

(...As I expected––)

Hiding in the shadow of a building, I sigh at the sight before me.

The sight of people kneeling before the woman favored by the God was spectacular in a way.

(What good is praying to a woman who isn't even a God?)

(...I wish she wouldn't get involved.)

Putting aside my own thoughts, I take a step forward.

I hadn't intended to step out in front of the crowd, but I changed my mind.

Azel: Oh my, everyone. This is a strange sight, but what are you all doing?

With just a single word, the surrounding noise is silenced.

As soon as the true god appears, the crowd instantly loses interest in the woman.

The woman herself stares at the god with wide eyes and, for some reason, starts pinching her cheeks.

(Ah, does she think it's a dream?)

I barely manage to stifle a laugh.

I really need to read the room here.

(Just how far are you going to push me...?)

Diviner: We have been searching for you, Living God. We were so worried that something might have happened to you...

Azel: Don't be absurd. I am a God who can foresee all futures.

Azel: There's no way I would put myself in danger, is there?

Azel: Naturally, I am also aware of everything that is happening in Tanzanite.

(But... talking to these guys really grinds my gears.)

It's not like the people being foolish and pitiful is anything new.

However––I recall the perplexed look on the woman's face just a moment ago.

If the God hadn't appeared then, the devout people might have captured the woman under the apostle's guidance.

As bait to lure out the God.

(With Silvio there, she probably wouldn't have been harmed, but the believers would do such a thing without hesitation.)

(...That's why I hate it.)

Of course, the ones who are truly at fault are the royals who created this faith, not the people.

Azel: You are all consumed by anxiety and fear right now, aren't you? Oh, how pitiful.

Diviner: Living God, please give divine punishment to the unbelievers who defile the God.

Diviner: Please protect our country so that the end does not come.

Voices pleading for salvation one after another create a dissonant chord, shaking the Land of Illusions.

I wonder how this sight of people desperately begging the God for salvation appears to the foreign tourists.

Azel: Everyone, lift your faces.

(Well, it's all going to be over soon anyway.)

As usual, I gently accept their pleas––and scoff.

Azel: You seem to be mistaken, but everything that happens in this country is by my will.

Azel: Because this is the Land of God, mere mortals cannot outsmart me.

Only after saying this do the people finally notice something is amiss.

Azel: Haven't you all been vaguely aware of it?

Azel: False divinations have increased, and oracles are no longer a guaranteed reality.

Azel: Is it a problem with the diviner's skill, or is there a problem with the oracles given by the God himself?

Azel: You all noticed this problem but turned a blind eye, placing all the blame on the diviners.

Azel: But unfortunately, the answer is the latter.

Azel: My oracles were the ones that were false.

Azel: Living God... why...?

Azel: Why do you think that is?

Azel: Why did I give you false oracles?

No one can answer.

(Do they even have the brains to answer?)

(Even so, I want them to think about it a little.)

(I went through the trouble of replacing the star-reading board and destroying the foundation of divination built by generations of gods.)

(For you, of all people.)

Emma: Is it to make the people of Tanzanite "thinking reeds?"

In the midst of the prevailing nightmare, it was the woman who was the only one to raise her voice.

With so many people here, only the woman who had recently arrived in Tanzanite reached the correct answer––

It reaffirms the necessity of the plan the God is about to carry out.

(Though it's probably also because you're particularly bright.)

Azel: This is the last mercy a God gives to his people.

Azel: I have received a great deal of love from the people of Tanzanite.

Azel: I've been preparing this for a long time... thinking I had to return the favor before the end came.

Azel: I, God, love all my people, so I would be happy if you would all be pleased.

(Well, it's sarcasm, though.)

(Suffer as much as you've made me suffer.)

(...Surely there must be a better future beyond that.)

Azel: You will all witness the death of God on the next full moon.

Azel: And if you don't like that...

Azel: Struggle all you want, you fools.

As I leave, I glance at the woman's face.

––I almost stop in my tracks, but I force myself to keep moving.

Dramatic End Ch. 22

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fandomworld9728 · 1 year ago

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Dance With Me, Kiss Me:

"Oh Alastor, stop hiding in the corner and come join the party."

The party in question was a celebration for their victory against the Exorcist Army and had been the princess' idea. A way to thank those who helped in the battle and to raise moral.

Alastor had to admit, it wasn't a half bad idea. The residents' moods had improved tremendously after the rebuilding of the hotel and during the process of putting together this clam bake. It had even turned into an impromptu bonding activity for some of them.

Which is the reason the radio demon was standing in a corner away from everyone, nursing a drink. He had found himself getting a little too close to the King of Hell. Most sinners would give anything for that chance. Alastor on the other hand? It scared him.

Once they started to have an actual conversation, it was frightening how easily Alastor had spilt his guts to the other man. As if they had been close for years. Charlotte was correct in her insistences that the two were similar and would get along if they just gave it a chance.

Their distaste in modern technology, mainly television, was one of the main bonding points. The other... had been their lack of interest in romance and carnal desires. It had led to the deer demon confessing to the fallen angel how much he hated kissing and his horrible experience with the action.

"Then how do you know for sure?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How do you know for sure if you dislike kissing? All you have to go off of is that one bad experience."

As much as Alastor hated to admit it, and he would never say this out loud, Lucifer had a point. Not that he was eager to lock lips with someone. However, their talk got him thinking. And not just about kissing.

"I am contemplating my next move. Tell me, my dear, what is your stance on our king? Do you believe him to be trustworthy?"

If there was anyone's opinion he valued down here in Hell, it was Rosie's. She was an excellent judge of character (not counting her many ex-husbands) and had a talent for reading people.

"Well now, what a surprise. Finally making a move to add the other member of Hell's royal family to your plans? Let me see."

Getting her teasing out of the way, Rosie let her eyes scan the room for Hell's King. She knew something had been up with her friend since she saw him. And if he was coming to her about it on his own, she wasn't gonna mess with him about it. Not too much anyways.

Finding her target off on his own, Rosie took a few moments to watch him before turning back to her fellow Overlord.

"I may not know a lot from personal experience about our lovely ruler, however, if there were anyone here in Hell to trust... honestly it would be Charlie. That being said, do remember who raised that sweet girl."

Leaning against a wall, Lucifer lightly swirled his drink in his hand and took the chance to people watch. It's something he's enjoyed since he first came into creation. Now, the fallen angel was usually the life of the party, but that was because those parties were with the other Sins and upper-class Hellborns.

He didn't want the guests to feel like they had to walk on eggshells when they should be having fun. So, he stayed as a wallflower and made sure no one caused any trouble. One less thing for his little girl to worry about. This also gave him time to think about his conversation with Alastor.

Turns out talking to the radio demon was easier and surprisingly enjoyable when he wasn't intentionally trying to piss the king off. So much so, that the two openly discussed their experiences with intimacy.

"So, you had not so great times with that kind of stuff too?"

"Indeed. A former friend of mine, Vox, showed me how unpleasant and repulsive kissing can be. Not to mention the time I grew up in."

"Oh yeah. Dating culture was a lot different back then. What had he done to make kissing so gross to you?"

Lucifer knew as soon as Alastor hesitated that a line had been crossed. That seriously pissed him off. He had half a mind to go find that piece of scum and handle the sinner himself.

No one deserved that. Not even murderers who cannibalized their victims and seemed to love to poke and pick at the devil to get a reaction out of him. Who has done other horrible things in his life and afterlife. Before he could get too spun up from the memory, a hand came into view, outstretched to him.

"Care to dance, majesty?"

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qingyingpocketlirary · 6 months ago

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Written, never said; From A Daughter. To her Parents.

These letters were found in a desk drawer and relocated to a locked box beneath the mother’s lock and key where the father can not burn the last words of the daughter away. This was done after a worried mother sought to try and better understand the child she had failed to better protect from a stern and unwavering father’s dominance.

One of these letters is unread, ignored and slightly crumpled from being tossed aside, the other is pristinely kept and cherished. The handwriting is cursive and neat, written with care and intent, and at the foot of the cherished letter, there are traces of tears that were shed during the writing process.

The Forgotten Letter reads;

‘Dad,

I know that you will never bother to read this, but at least by writing it down, I can get it all off my chest and not have it all bottled up inside me anymore, something mom taught me.

Let me start off with the usual answers.

No. I do not care about all the rules and regulations you have tried to drum into my head over the years, and despite what you think of my friendship with MK, he is one of if not the only good thing to happen to me. He actually listens when I talk to him, he lets me be who I want to be when we’re out at the arcade or when we go racing and no matter what you or anyone else thinks, no, we are not dating nor do I see him as a potential husband. He is my best friend, and that’s it.

Yes, I understand, even if you don’t think I do, that we have a legacy to uphold. But let me take this time to remind you both that it was once upon a time our ancestors, the same ones you so love to try and compare me to, rebelled against Heaven and it took Third Lotus Prince Nezha to bring them all to heel again.

Is that how you wish me to be? To become cruel and wicked just to impress you? To challenge Heaven as the Monkey King did to try and earn you some fame? Or would you rather I was some weak willed maiden who you could marry off to some distant cousin or uncle who could force me to submit?

Don’t be shocked. I have heard you talking on the phone at night when you think I am asleep. I know the only reason you haven’t sent me away to be married is because you know I have fans who will riot if I suddenly turn up missing from races and you don’t want the bad publicity like our Northern relatives did when their daughter spoke out about the abusive marriage they forced her into two years ago. You can’t stand my hobbies, but now I know that it's because of them and my popularity that you can’t ship me off.

Since you’ve made your stance on my life choices perfectly clear as of late, I’m going to do something I should have done when I finished college. But don’t worry, you’ll figure it out if you ever actually bother to watch my stream vods, or read the life updates on my racing profile page.

Pigsy and Mr. Tang helped me find a studio apartment with space for me to keep streaming and closer to the race course. By the end of the month, I’ll be officially living on my own and you won’t have to worry about me bringing trouble to your doorstep.

Consider this unsent letter, if you find it should you ever bother to come into my room and look through my stuff, as my goodbye to you. I know by doing this, you will cut me off from the family’s wealth. As if that would somehow scare me into returning. But I can assure you, I make enough from race winnings and my streams to survive on my own.

I don’t need you to survive in the world Dad, I have friends, fans and MK to help me should I ever need them. And that is worth far more than the praise you’ll never give me.

From your daughter,

Long Xiaojiao.’

The Cherished Letter reads;

‘Mom,

I am so sorry.

I know I am not the daughter you wanted, ladylike and proper, a true flower of the garden and all that. But I just can’t live that way Mom, I can’t be like my cousins and you, I can’t just ignore a whole other life I can live where I don’t need to rely on someone else to pay for me, to treat me like I’m some kind of decorative doll to be paraded around for show and tell.

I know my leaving is going to hurt you, and I wish, so badly I wish you would just stand up and tell Dad to come out of the ancient past and realise being a Long isn’t all it's cracked up to be anymore. But I know you won’t, for whatever reason, you love him more than you love yourself, and so I know even if I offered, you wouldn’t come with me.

Please don’t worry, Mom. Mr Tang has helped me install the very best security cameras for the apartment, and MK went with me to find deadbolts for the door and window locks. Pigsy even took me shopping to find a good stove and the best quality kitchen utensils, and he’s been teaching me how to cook more meals since I told him I was moving out. The apartment is right across from Mr Tang’s workplace, so if I need anything he can come by and help out. MK is going to help with grocery shopping once a week and when he's on deliveries he’s gonna make sure to double check everything is good around my place too.

I promise I will email you once every week, just like I do now, so you’ll know I’m ok. And I promise, if Dad doesn’t block my number, I'll call you once a month so we can talk, even if it’s not for a long time.

Again, I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted.

But at least I can take pride in the fact you loved me, and raised me to be independent and free.

Love, kisses and hugs,

Mei.’

The Mother reads her daughter’s letter often and weeps silent tears as she cradles it to her heart.

The Father ignores the letter and does not speak beyond brief pleasantries of the child in passing conversation with relatives.

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This bit in to my brain and refused to let go until I wrote it out.

Enjoy!

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk long xiaojiao #lmk mei #Lmk Written Never Said

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ofironandivory · 8 months ago

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i accidentally became a proshipper and am now scared of existing, please advise

Hey, I'm proud of you for finding your stance and staying true to yourself!

If you're worried about having antis in your spaces, I made this post a little while ago and I hope it can help you out some!

As for general safety, here's what I recommend:

Block all assholes. Don't waste your time debating with someone who can't get their head out of their ass

If you start getting negative asks, turn off anon

Tweak your tumblr settings! Personally only people I follow are allowed to message me or comment on my posts, it's saved me a lot of trouble

If you receive something bad in your inbox (gorey images, for example) report it and block the person. They're a horrible person for sending you things like that, it's not your fault.

If blocking someone once doesn't work (making side accounts to avoid your blocks) don't pay them any mind, no matter what they say. Block them as many times as you need and vent to trusted friends and family about your troubles

Privacy is important and good; don't post anything you don't want everyone to see. Fiction will always remain fictional, but selfies or pictures with revealing information can put you in danger irl

You don't owe anyone information. You don't have to give details about your age, gender, sexuality, etc. At most it'll just help you block assholes and have you "barred" from certain communities (NSFW communities if you can't inform you're an adult, for example)

The block button is your best friend! It doesn't matter if they're strangers, mutuals or someone you look up to; if someone's giving you something to worry about you can leave!

Other things to keep in mind that help ease my anxiety and might help you out too:

Most antis are all bark and no bite, don't be afraid of just existing and having fun, at most they'll just be rude before you block them, nothing else

If someone does actually do something extreme, contact staff about their post/account!

Depending on the severity (doxxing, releasing personal information, sending you CSEM/CSAM) you can and should contact online and local authorities so they can help you with your safety

You aren't alone and most people in real life don't care about people's preferences in fiction. They'll avoid what they dislike and find what they like! Antis on social media are loud to get attention and praise from people who share their puritanical views

And lastly:

There's nothing wrong with enjoying problematic fiction! Real people will always matter more than fictional characters, and your treatment of said real people matters so much more than an incestuous ship or a crush on a kodo!

#✯ lovely asks #✯ let's get serious

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wanderingmind867 · 7 months ago

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Ranking the Seven (plus Nico):

Hazel is a great character. She makes my top five because she appeals to almost all of my many interests. She was never my number one favourite, but she's definitely up there.

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sweet-angel-kokoro · 26 days ago

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Hello hello, and good morning, evening, and night, Kokomins~!

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I am your sweet and kind 6th chairman, who you can call Kokoro! X3

This blog will be to handle any and all club related duties that may be a bit too hard for our current 8th chairman to handle while they settle in to their new role! That includes information about Teruhashi's schedule, whether or not you may interact with Her based off your rankings and Her current plans, and which people to be mindful of, dependant on their friendship with our dearest Angel! This will also be where you can get information for any and all upcoming events to either fundraise or otherwise support Teruhashi!

I will also be starting back up the Teruhashi of the Day posts that were started by our old 8th chairman, since I know you all enjoyed them!

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Despite what some of our other leaders (both current and past) may have you believe, almost all of these positions are meant to be private, besides our 8th chairman, in order to insure complete focus on keeping our Goddess's needs met without worry about being bothered!

For info about me that I can share, I'm the one that went through all of your applications and chose your original ranks, along with your requests to rise them! I am also in charge of the Teruhashi report (current favorites, current dislikes, current concerns, etc) that you get in both email and physical letter each week, oversee any and all planning and surveying for any new/replacement chairmen, and I keep note of all of your interests and strengths to better support our lovely Goddess!

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Hiiii it's me again! The rper of @angelwinkteruhashi and @alienhunteranonymous !

BASIC RUNDOWN

• This is a sideblog, I follow from @twosidedcherrytrees !

• When I'm talking Out of Character in tags, I'll do so like ((this))!

• Any Important tags will be featured in my blog's search function until I make a post specifically for tags (which will probably take a minute but I will keep you updated on when I do!)

• Any and all art I use are either free to use, from an anime, or is drawn by me! I have a strong stance against the use of AI and art theft, so if I ever make a mistake and post art that's either AI or made for noncommercial use, please don't hesitate to let me know!

• PLEASE don't hesitate to ask me to tag something for you!!!

• Feel free to block if you'd like, I won't be upset at all (genuine)

RULES

• No NSFW at all, please! I'm an adult, but my Muse isn't. So nothing sexual. Flirting is okay but like. Have common sense.

• Any type of Homophobia, Transphobia, Ableism or Racism is not allowed here. If you're any of those, do not interact with me, thank you

• Don't spam the same question over and over please! I appreciate your excitement but after a certain point it just seems draining for both parties lol

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The 6th chairman, screen name Kokoro, has no official name or design. Therefore you may use whatever design you like for her if you ever want to draw her! A big part of her character is her anonymity. Just know she is a gigantic lesbian lmao

Kokoro is, as she stated, in charge of filing members and keeping any and all information given by the kokomins, on top of keeping tabs and information on Teruhashi! Since I rp teruhashi as well, just assume anything I post about her here is canon to the PK Academy AU

Kokoro is Yuri Anon btw but she's keeping that a secret because she'd prefer to not get in trouble for loving wlw more than teruhashi tjythjjthjhr

#Kokoro's heartbeat ♡#saiki k rp intro post #saiki k rp blog #saiki k oc rp blog #tdlosk rp blog #pk academy au

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metanarrates · 2 years ago

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honestly how are you so smart? How do I become smart? My entire life I was put in the gifted classes and I really think it made me think I was smarter than I am. I'm "intelligent", sure. But I'm also really dumb and it's a huge sore point for me :( I'm always falling victim to believing anyone who sounds the most convincing and I never have my own opinion. It's like those discourse posts where I'll have whiplash reading them thinking "OK this is the most morally correct stance on the matter got it!" And then there'll be a new response and I'll go "OK scratch that! This is what I should believe and parrot back!". I'm really worried that I don't have any firm stances on anything and I'm a sheep who just follows the most ""correct"" sounding take. Sorry to dump this on you, I'd just like to hear your thoughts on it!

that sort of thing is more common than you think, anon. lots of people have trouble not following a herd mentality. it's scary to go against the grain! and i do think the educational system can reinforce that in certain people, since having the "correct" thought as determined by educators is prioritized more than a student having their own independent opinions.

my advice is to start small. if you see a post on your dash talking about a certain topic, really take a moment to step back. does this argument seem convincing? does it seem accurate? if so, why? do you have all the information? if you don't know enough about a topic to formulate your own opinion, maybe you should do some research!

and im not saying you should by default disagree with everything you see. that creates its own host of problems. I'm saying that whether you agree OR disagree with something, you should take a step back and evaluate why. can you explain your own opinions to others outside of "people I want to agree with have this opinion?"

it's also perfectly fine to not have an opinion on certain topics. if you don't know very much about something, there's no shame in waiting to form an opinion until you have more information. don't be afraid to ask questions. don't be afraid to investigate the trustworthiness of sources!

but if all that is overwhelming, and stepping in discourse sounds scary, you can even try this with fiction you read or watch. (im primary a media analysis blog, so i really do think fiction is a great practice ground to practice your analytical skills.) how does this story make me feel? can I identify why it does that? do I like this character? why? can I pick up on any subtext here? can I identify any literary devices the author is using? small questions like that.

in my opinion, a lot of my seeming intelligence comes from my ability to know and explain myself. I spend a lot of time reflecting on why I hold certain opinions, and seeking out further information when I don't understand something. you're probably here because you like my opinions on media analysis - those opinions are formed by not only reading and watching a wide range of things, but by seeking out different lens of analysis, and yes, seeing what other people have to say, and evaluating whether or not I think their opinions are well-supported. I try my best to expose myself to a lot of different types of thought. and I try my best to understand my own mental mechanisms, and to challenge them when necessary. I do think that's crucial to being an independent thinker.

I am sorry if this comes across as a lot. this stuff is overwhelming! you don't have to take all my advice at once. if you can pick even one suggestion from this post, and make an honest effort to try it, you'll start getting better at confronting your fear of being wrong, or the odd one out. over time, it will get easier for you to understand yourself as an independent person.

#narrates #i don't give out general advice very much so i do welcome feedback! if you don't understand something feel free to ask me

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paranoidpdsuggestion · 21 days ago

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does anybody else's paranoid thoughts center around the fear of the people around you secretly being just morally abhorrent in some way? im not so scared of people in my life hurting me directly but im constantly worrying that the people in my life keep some abhorrent beleif/behavior from me like dating a kid or being a lolicon or transphobe or something.

Oh god, yes. This is something I deal with very much - for me, it's an extension of my own 'panicked and obsessive need to be morally perfect'.

I keep on tabs for people I am friends/mutuals with, not only because I want to make sure they aren't plotting to do anything against me, but to also make sure they are not bad people in some way that will: 1. go against my own morals (that I am strongly passionate and stubborn over), 2. with their shitty behavior/beliefs/etc., somehow 'drag me down' with them as a result (mostly in terms of me being 'called out' or otherwise get in trouble for accidentally associating with these people).

I also just don't like it when people lie to me in general, including in relation to my moral stances, but that kinda goes without saying.

-Mod Clemont

#ask #anon #not a suggestion #moral perfectionism #ppd #paranoid personality disorder #paranoia #actuallyparanoid #actually paranoid #seeing something new in my inbox reminded me this was also here... i am so sorry this took ages to respond to anon :( -mod clemont

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thegreymoon · 1 year ago

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The Story of Minglan

I have so much work to do, it isn't even funny, and here I am, doing none of it. So, instead of just sitting in front of my computer and letting anxiety eat me up, I'm going to see how married life is treating Minglan.

I have three shows that I am actively watching right now. It's a battle to choose which one to watch at any given time. The struggle is real 😫

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Well, he's feeling energetic the morning after 😅

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LMAO, OK, so I know that the implication here is that he has great stamina and wore her out, but, honestly, my first thought was that she must have been doing all the physical work of their first night together, so she's now tired and he's up and about doing acrobatics 🤣🤣

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LMAO, I'm on her side here!

Sleep above all!

To hell with the shitty in-laws.

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What a thing to tell your newly-wedded wife!

Yikes 😬

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LMAOOOO 🤣🤣

Hopefully he, ahem, learned other skills at the brothel instead 🤣🤣

He's so fully of nonsense, I cannot 🤣🤣

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Ugh, these vipers.

The sooner they move out, the better.

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Who?

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AGAIN, WHO??

Honestly, my stance for this drama is that anyone who wants to commit suicide should be allowed to 🙄

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Wait, is she implying that Gu Tingye is sleeping with this woman?

Because, seriously? SERIOUSLY??

Now they are straight-up lying to stir up trouble in their marriage! AND THIS IS, LIKE, THE FIRST DAY!! 🤬🤬

Minglan, don't be an idiot. Don't believe them!

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Oh, and the lot of you are soooooo worried about how some random servant who is sleeping with the master of the house is going to live 🙄🙄

I cannot with the what-the-fuckery on display here 🤬🤬

GU TINGYE, WHERE ARE YOU?

THIS IS SLANDER!!

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Even if any of this was true, WHO GIVES A FUCK??

OK, so, personal story time. Skip for TMI, or something. IDC.

When I was nineteen, I was living away from home for the first time in a dormitory and I had these roommates. I was a very stupid, naive, sexually inexperienced, frontal-cortex-still-entirely-udeveloped nineteen. I was studying architecture, the hours were ridiculous, the living conditions were atrocious (and I mean no hot water, communal toilets for the entire floor, no privacy whatsoever, perpetually drunk, eternally partying next-door neighbours bringing creepy men over, it was absolute hell with no recourse) and I was really, really struggling to keep afloat.

My self-esteem also wasn't the greatest and I'd spent my entire teens feeling unlovable and unattractive because, idk, I didn't look like Naomi Campbel, and was told from numerous sides that being some random average girl was just not enough. My mental health went down the drain that year and it never really recovered. I hadn't been doing particularly great even before that, but it was like that whole hellish mess snapped some final thread in me and it was just a downward spiral after downward spiral for years after that. It took an additional ten years to get diagnosed and put on meds because everyone is just so stupid and when you are young, you don't know how to advocate for yourself, or even that you should be doing so.

And then there were these roommates.

There were three of them, all older than me, and we lived in this tiny twelve-square-metre room with three single beds (two of them had to share because one of them was a friend who was there "illegally" because she had lost her right to accommodation for repeating the year and didn't want to go back to her parent's home for the time being and I was too stupid to put my foot down, report her and tell her to fuck off). The two legal ones were sisters.

And let me tell you, I was so in AWE of them! All three were tall, beautiful, put together and confident! They were incredibly popular and had men crawling all over them. I felt pathetic in comparison. I wasn't jealous, not exactly, I just felt inadequate and held the two sisters on this incredibly high pedestal because they seemed so smart and gorgeous (not so much the friend, because even though she was beautiful too, she had this self-absorbed, self-centred, flighty, shallow character that I just couldn't respect). The sisters, however, were everything I wished I could be, especially the younger one.

That particular sister, let's call her M, was also studying architecture. She was in year four (compared to my miserable first year) and she was doing so well, her work was amazing. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was the epitome of elegance, intelligence and beauty in my eyes. She could do no wrong. Hero worship was in full swing, I couldn't imagine she could be any more perfect even if I tried.

And then a few months into our hellish living arrangement, I found out that she was fooling around with this worthless guy who was cheating on his long-term girlfriend with her. They had an on-again-off-again relationship. They had broken up before because he refused to leave the official girlfriend, but for whatever reason, she was in love with his mediocre ass and kept going back to him. I was shocked when the whole story came out. There she was, the most perfect girl I had ever known, letting this cheating loser string her along like that. It was gross.

Let me tell you, that pedestal I put her on came crumbling down so fast because even my infatuated, naive, sleep-deprived and chemically imbalanced brain knew this was very wrong (it took me several more years and another incident with a woman I was super close to and had adored for years to teach me not to mess with cheaters and the people they cheat with because they are always fundamentally deficient in some hidden (or not so hidden) ways and that whatever damage they have that lets them act in this way will eventually drag you down too, but I digress).

In my shock, I asked her, why? Of all people, why him? This girl was so gorgeous, she could have had any man on the planet. She said they were in love. And I asked her, if he loved her so much, why didn't he break up with his girlfriend (mind you, the girlfriend fully thought they were getting married sometime in the near future). It seemed so obvious to me, if he truly loved her, he should have ended his previous relationship and dated her openly.

AND SHE TOLD ME THIS EXACT SAME LINE. THIS COMPLETE BULLSHIT OF A MANIPULATIVE EXCUSE.

Apparently, the shitty cheater couldn't break up with the girlfriend because the girlfriend had sworn that if he broke up with her, she would never marry anyone else and stay single her whole entire life. And he, the poor baby, couldn't live with that, so he couldn't leave her 🤯🤯

I had never heard something more ridiculous in my life. It was so absurd, and it was so world-altering for me that this perfect girl, the girl I had thought was so put together and so incredibly smart, was TAKING THIS UTTER STUPIDITY SERIOUSLY. I still remember it so clearly, even after all these years. It didn't make sense then and it still doesn't make sense now. It's the XXI century!! Break up with the woman you don't love!! What the hell is this nonsense?? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE DECIDES TO NEVER MARRY ANYONE ELSE? IT IS NO LONGER YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!!

Also, all these people were in their early fucking twenties, the absolute delusion that any of her threats (if they were even real and not made up by the loser cheater because all cheaters ever do is lie) were in any way a real and enforceable thing that would come to pass. BUT EVEN IF SHE NEVER DID GET MARRIED? SO FUCKING WHAT? NOT YOUR CIRCUS, NOT YOUR MONKEYS.

And there she was, sneaking around with this garbage man because he gave her this nonsensical excuse. The stupidity is unending. I cannot. I could not and will never be able to can 🙄🙄

And back to the actual show now.

WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE NEVER MARRIES? WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT BLACKMAIL IS THAT? FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF AND THEN KEEP FUCKING OFF SOME MORE UNTIL YOU DROP INTO A DEEP BLACK HOLE AND KEEP DROPPING UNTIL YOU REACH THE EARTH'S CORE AND DISINTEGRATE IN THE LAVA.

Ugh.

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WHO THE FUCK CAAAAAARES 🤬🤬

Also, let's not forget that these are the very people who wanted to murder Manniang and Gu Tingye's actual children with her. They are so concerned with the status of a lower-class servant sleeping with the Young Master and how she will raise her head in public and go on living. So, so, so concerned 🙄🙄

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Minglan, please tell them to fuck all the way off.

I am beyond pissed.

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OMFG.

I am beyond sick of these wretched bottom feeders and their "path of survival" 🤮

BITCH, DIE.

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True! Let's all ask him!!

I am sure he will just love all this slander.

This whole thing is just beyond WTF.

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What exactly were her parents supposed to teach her?

Just take in some random prostitute for her husband the day after she was married? What the actual fuck is wrong with this woman? Worms for brains, I swear. The audacity is astounding.

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OH MY GOD, THEN GO DIE ALREADY

I am so tired 🙄

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This dumb fucking bully.

The best thing that ever happened to women was emancipation and no longer having to live in their in-laws' homes.

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LMAO, how many statuses do these mistresses that the wife is forced to support even have?

Fuck off with this bullshit.

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MINGLAN, ARE YOU SERIOUS

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LMAO, wait, what?

They accused him of raping this woman?

Speechless.

Gu Tingye, please take your wife and fuck off from this place.

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LMAO, Gu Tingye keeps making good life choices!

Gu Tingye is not among my favourite characters by a long stretch, but I do appreciate him so very much!

Go, king! Protect your wife and stay winning!!

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Don't you just love it when utterly disgraceful people start blathering about not getting the respect they feel entitled to 🙄

Gross family.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep41

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rainfallwrites · 4 months ago

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Binary Star Orbit 2

The sun had set. It seemed like a peaceful night was approaching. Yet, nonetheless, the weather is known to work in mysterious ways. A minute or two prove to be sufficient enough for clouds to gather. The sky appeared to be gracing itself against the seemingly upcoming storm, the wind mindlessly blowing away.

"Ah, tonight of all times? We can not possibly go out now." The blond sighed and while pouting, he put his notes and books back on the desk.

"Indeed." Said the taller man next to him, repeating Rafal's actions with his own notes.

"And worst of all.. Seriously.. I only needed a few more days' worth of observation to complete my notes. It is all useless now, I will have to start over."

The blond was obviously frustrated by the abrupt halt of his research. Usually no obstacle would stand before him since he would simply.. eliminate it but no one could really do anything about the clouds that resided far away and into the heavens.

The taller man simply looked at the blond and sighed. He did not like seeing him upset. If there was anything he could do he would have probably done it by now.

"Even if there is a chance of the weather clearing up, there is also a chance that rain will start pouring and everything would become a mess, that would be the worst outcome, I am sure." The blond kept letting out his frustrations.

"Indeed. You could get sick... It is alright. We shall get another chance to begin once more." The taller man attempted to comfort the blond.

Rafal slightly giggled.

"Something I said?" Questioned the taller man.

"No, sir. Not at all. I meant that it would be a mess regarding my notes, my papers would be in a pitiful state. Though, it is nice to hear that you are worried about me..." The blond smiled, resting his arms on the taller man's shoulders, seemingly having forgotten all his troubles in a moment's notice.

"Is that so? Well, in that case, you would still be right. It would be quite the mess indeed." The taller man simply held out a hand to hold Rafal's waist. The blond would always giggle when the two of them stood close to one another in this manner.

"Sir, you do not have to worry about me this much. I am capable to some extent. Though, I have to admit... I do enjoy depending on your mighty strength. Your efficiency always surprises me."

Usually the taller man would ignore such comments. It was not because he found them annoying, on the contrary, it made him happy that the blond felt comfortable enough to depend on him, rather he solely did not know how to respond. Though tonight, perhaps the chill in the air, enabled one to act on impulse rather easily.

"I am a man of few words, Rafal. Despite this, I still wish to provide you with whatever you may desire, since I may not speak the words you wish to hear."

The blond, embarrassed, was slightly taken aback. The man in front of him usually did not speak in this manner.

"Y-Yes, yes of course. Thank you, sir... I could not possibly ask for more. You treat me so well... You even managed to obtain a house for the two of us. Conducting our research has become easier now. There is nothing else I could possible wish for. Instead, I am the one who does not have much to offer." Rafal mostly said the last sentence as a joke, followed by a lighthearted laugh.

"That is not true. Rafal, you have made me into a better man. Anyone could provide you with the materials that you need but none could ever understand me better than you do, and for that I am eternally grateful."

The taller man brought the blond closer to his chest and hugged him. Such sincerity always made the blond bashful, despite his rather, confident stance that he usually held. It all comes crashing down when the taller man is in the room.

"I-I am doing my best to learn, sir. I am happy to know that I meet your expectations. I will keep doing my best..." Rafal thought that he might be the luckiest man in the world. It is not everyday that you find someone that understands and supports you unconditionally.

The blond could hear the man's calm heartbeat from his chest.

'Warm and safe.' Rafal thought.

Just then, a sound began to make itself more audible by the second. It had began to rain. The two men turned to look at the window having been interrupted by the noise.

"How about I make us something warm on such a cold night? Rafal, do make sure that all doors and windows are closed. I will not be long."

"Yes, sir."

After having checked everything, the blond sat on the bed and waited for the other man.

'Ah, this bed... I still have not gotten used to its size.'

Until a week ago, the man owned a single bed in which the two men slept in with, for a little while, in the new home. Even though there was not much space for any of the two to move, they both enjoyed being close to one another throughout the night. One day, the taller man told the blond that he had purchased a bigger bed so that Rafal could sleep more comfortably. The blond wished to complain but having seen the care and affection the other man had shown towards him, he was more moved rather than upset. The blond still kept close to the other man when he slept. The taller man, who thought that he would not be able to hold the blond as much anymore, was happy.

The bed was king sized. Despite its size, the blond was not amazed. It was only convenient for things that did not involve sleeping.

Perhaps research or simply relaxing.

The taller man would often wake up before the blond. He did not sleep much to begin with. He would get up, get ready for the day ahead and then make breakfast for the sleeping beauty that was still in bed. The blond would wake up to the fresh smell of breakfast, already feeling ready and excited enough to start his day.

'In any case, he is taking a long time... I shall go check on him.' Rafal thought.

The taller man seemed to be pouring tea as the blond came into the room.

"You surely are taking your time, are you alright?" It took a minute for the blond to notice the other man's bloodied hand.

"Sir? What happened to your hand?? Oh my, the blood is everywhere, I shall get something to clean it with. Please do not hurt yourself further..."

The blond hesitantly looked back at the taller man and decided to go. He quickly grabbed two cloths and wet one of them with water. The taller man simply sat down and offered his hand, not a glimpse of pain in his expression.

As the blond carefully wiped the taller man's hand up to his arm, he noticed glass on his skin. Worriedly, he looked up at the taller man.

"Is it alright for me to remove these pieces of glass? I do not wish for you to be in pain..."

"It is quite alright. If you can not do it yourself then I shall do it. You do not have to do such a task."

"What are you saying?! I apologize for my manners but that is simply not possible. I will do it."

The blond paused.

"Does it hurt, sir..?"

"Not as much as you would think. My pain tolerance happens to be high for some reason. I will be fine, do not worry." The taller man reassured.

"...Alright."

Rafal began to remove the pieces. Perhaps there was three, where two of them were barely deep within the skin. This still upset the blond. How could the taller man be so careless?

After having removed the pieces, the blond began to once again clean the blood, followed by taking the dry cloth and wrapping it around the man's arm.

"Seriously now... You ought to be more careful in the future.."

The taller man slightly smiled at the blond.

"Huh?? Why are you smiling..? I am quite serious right now, you know..!" The blond's face had turned slightly red but he truly meant it.

"I do not doubt that you are angry with me. It just happens to be quite a sight for you to be the one taking care of me. I was truly careless, forgive me."

Rafal was going to lose it. Could the taller man protest a bit? He could not even express his anger since the other man would always apologize when he is at fault.

'Is him apologizing even a reasonable thing to be angry about..?' The blond was annoyed that the other man's remarks still worked on him.

"In any case, from now on I shall attend to the kitchen. It does not make sense for you to do such things anyway. I barely help you out in regards to domestic matters, I can manage this at the very least. You are already able to afford the food and house, that is more than enough..."

"There is no need for you to attend to such chores. I am more than content to have you live in a comfortable manner."

"But I do not do anything all day. I do not even prepare my own meals... I should be the one taking care of you but you are so stubborn.." Rafal began pouting.

"Are the meals not to your taste?"

"No, that is not it. Your cooking is splendid. I am just being given everything... without offering you much in return..."

The taller man sighed. He really did not want the blond to do anything, he enjoyed taking care of him. He thought that he did not even deserve the gratitude the blond would show towards him. In his eyes, the blond had given him something irreplaceable that none else could have offered.

He lowered his head and looked at the blond.

"I do in fact enjoy bearing the responsibilities of your well being, but if it upsets you this much then I shall not disregard your complaints. You are free to do as you like."

The blond was conflicted. He knew that it was no trouble for the taller man. He knew all of this way too well but it did not seem right for him to live in such luxury. Upset, he admitted defeat. If him living in this manner meant that the taller man enjoyed himself then so be it.

"I am sorry, sir. I did not mean to act in this manner just now. I only wished to do something for you. I wish to be useful but there is nothing I can offer. Of course, you do not need to listen to me..."

The taller man did not say anything. He was skeptical. How could he prove to the blond that it is alright for them to live this way? How could he show the blond that he had already offered him enough? He knew the blond would obey his word but he did not wish for him to remain upset.

The man was not good with words, or rather, he did not deem words to be enough for him to express his feelings to the blond. He believed that language would always create a wall between two people. Of course the blond knew this, that was common sense. Ultimately, the two of them would simply speak and act, their minds would connect the rest.

"Rafal." The man paused for a while, unsure if he should speak his mind.

The blond, having finished wrapping the other man's injury, looked up.

"Sir..?"

"I do adore you. I find your existence itself to be beautiful."

"W-What is this, all of a sudden? You can not be doing this to me right now.. I am not angry if that is what you are concerned about, sir. It is all alright with me.."

The blond was red from one ear to another. He really did not want the other man to go out of his way to prove himself to him. He knew how capable and sincere he was. He knew how devoted the taller man was to the blond and his happiness.

"I am saying this solely as a statement. I do not have any motives in relation to my remarks."

The blond's eyes widened. This was all happening very suddenly.

"S-Spare me, please, sir... You know that we both already.."

"Yes, I am aware. We both understand one another and such confessions may seem unnecessary but since the ways in which I could express my devotion are now rendered useless I have no other choice."

"You do not have to do such a thing. I already know how much you are willing to do for me... And for that I thank you."

This was not wise of the blond to say. The taller man, in silence, simply looked up to the ceiling as if searching for an answer and then stood up, the blond followed.

"Very well then. I shall change my behavior. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you. If my acts upset you then it is not something I would wish to do, that is one of the reasons I would do the things I did anyway. I shall stop now. I will do whatever you see fit. How does that sound, dear?"

The taller man felt a sudden emptiness 'fill' his heart.

"I-I see.. It is alright. You may change whatever you see fit. That you are considering my opinion is already more than enough..."

"Alright then. Now that this is settled. I wish to go read, do you mind?"

The blond was still holding the other's hand. As he realized what the taller man meant, he let go and the other man headed to his desk opening a couple of books before him.

'I am such an idiot. I have committed such a grave sin. How could I tell him such things?? Of course he knows how grateful I am. Stating it once again seemed as if I was not taking no as an answer, how embarrassing...' The blond frowned, slowly sitting down.

'How shameful. I am not worthy of his time. I can not even obey his word when he is a man with such great attentiveness to my needs... I never wish out loud for anything yet he always knows what I want. He is never absent at night and goes out of his way to inform me of his whereabouts during the day. Not only is he busy as well, he makes sure to cook me a meal before leaving. Such care, such devotion. I am loved like no other and yet remain so, so childish.'

Rafal was reevaluating himself. Did he truly dislike the other man's acts of service towards him? The more he thought about it the more he realized how foolish his words had been towards the other man. Of course he did not mind it. In fact, he loved it. He enjoyed being treated gently, as if he was something sacred - which could indeed be the case for the taller man. He never wanted this to stop but he had truly done it now and he could never go up to the man and simply retract his words. That would be truly pathetic.

'Not only do I enjoy his absolute loyalty, I long for it. I have to act if I wish to make things stay the same... But what should I do?'

The blond was in deep thought. To freshen up a bit he got up and poured himself a cup of water. As he drank it, he heard the man get up from his seat and seemingly headed to bed.

'I should simply make it clear that I long for his touch and care, a sincere statement because I truly do... I truly do wish I could always be with him.. In his arms, where none can reach me... Why have I been insincere?.. It is as simple as that. But from now on, I should make sure I behave.. I have been such a mess today.'

The blond sighed as he placed his cup on the kitchen table. Heading to their bedroom, he began to stretch. The taller caught a glimpse of the blond approaching him.

"Already retiring for the night?" Questioned the taller man. He was used to the blond conducting most of his research at this time around.

"Yes... I do not have it in me to work tonight. I shall rest and perhaps the morning will prove to be of more fruitful results.."

"Well then, come right in."

The blond got to bed and without warning, went straight into the other man's embrace.

"Is this alright, sir?"

"Why, yes, of course it is. Feeling alright tonight?"

"Perhaps.. I am not sure. Maybe I am more tired than I thought."

The taller man did not say a thing, seemingly attempting to avoid questioning the matter further.

'What have I done..?' The blond thought.

"Well then. I hope you feel better in the morning. Good night, dear."

"Thank you. Good night to you too, sir."

The last source of light in the room was turned off.

'Should I simply complain and say that he misunderstood what I had meant? No, I do not wish to provoke him, he did nothing wrong. He simply wished to abide by my needs... Why is he so selfless? He should be angry more often... It is not as if I am not hard to deal with already..' The blond's heart was racing and as he was thinking, he slowly turned around to face the other man.

'He is as peaceful as he is when he is awake. How can a soul this tranquil exist? It feels wrong to say but it slightly terrifies me. The day I happen to anger him... What would he do to me..?' The blond put his hand on the other man's face and caressed it.

It was quit dark in the room so Rafal could not have noticed the other man opening his eyes. On the other hand, the taller man's eyes adjusted to the dark and he was able to see the blond's expression.

'..? What could be troubling him tonight? I should not ask. Perhaps I can figure it out on my own...'

Just then, the blond noticed a change of light around the other man's face and was slightly taken aback.

"Y-You are awake, sir?"

"Yes. I apologize for scaring you, I did not wish to disturb you."

"N-No, it is alright. I am sorry for waking you up.."

This had startled the blond enough.

'I truly do not seem to allow him any rest.. He has to head out tomorrow, I should not keep him awake.'

The blond removed his hand from the taller man's face, in response, the taller man simply sighed.

'I hate this. I have to do something about this. I thought perhaps I could...' The blond's face felt really warm all of a sudden.

'Perhaps I could give him a show, help him relax... But I can not be doing that every time I need something! How disgraceful..'

The blond paused for a minute and looked up.

'Perhaps I should simply show him that I accept his feelings towards me..'

As the blond slowly reached a conclusion, the taller man suddenly spoke.

"Rafal. Please do forgive me but I can not refrain from worrying about you. Are you sure you are alright? Is it nothing more than exhaustion..?"

The taller man was a bit embarrassed for not being able to hold back his questioning of the blond man's well-being. The blond's heart had skipped a beat, perhaps he could undo all that he had done today.

"Sir..." The blond was slightly squirming around the taller man. That only got the other man more worried.

"What is it, Rafal? Are you feeling unwell..?"

"I love you, sir. I really love you for who you are. The more I lived with you.. T-The more I learned about you. You treat me so well..."

The blond, red from one ear to another, was desperately trying to get the words out.

"Whenever I wake up, I am met with the aroma of freshly made breakfast.. When I am in need of something, you somehow always know what it is.. Whenever you return back home late, you sleep on the couch so that I am not disturbed..."

The blond had said it now. He pointed out the things the other man would do for him in an attempt to show him that he longed for them.

"Well, I do love you too. I truly do. But, I do not understand. I thought such things upset you."

"No! Sir, no, please. They do not upset me, in fact I enjoy them.. I was solely frustrated at myself for not doing anything..."

The blond's sincerity had reached the other man.

"Rafal, my dear prince. You do not need to do anything, for your time and understanding of me are the most valuable gifts I could own. I simply wish to live translating your soul, understanding you a bit more with each passing day."

Since when was the taller man's speaking filled with such romantic sense? The blond was surely to lose it soon.

"T-Thank you.." The blond urged himself to do something, it was now or never.

Slowly he raised his head and went up to the other man's face and began to kiss him. The blond was shy after having heard the other man's words, resulting in kisses that were slightly messy yet full of affection.

The taller man's eyes had widened. He was slightly surprised but accepted the blond's advancements with no hesitation, putting his hands around the blond's body.

"Please, do not let go, sir. Take care of me. I need it. I want to know how much you want me. I wish to be reminded of your devotion each and every day. I am sorry for being excessively difficult. I will try to help you as much as I can in my own way.."

The taller man kissed the blond's forehead.

"I realized it on my own, Rafal. I can not seem to be able to let go. The slight chance that you might need anything brings me back to you no matter what. Do not worry, nothing has changed." The taller man reassured.

"Thank you... I will do my best. But.." The blond went quiet for a minute, the other man solely awaited.

"But please. If I do anything wrong, do get angry at me. I have become such a spoiled child given your kindness and care, I need to stop expecting so much..."

There was a silence followed by a soft smile from the taller man.

"Do remain spoiled, my dear. I worship the ground that you walk on and I am willing to do anything to satisfy your needs. Your urge to humble yourself is proof enough that you are not as spoiled as you may think." The taller man patted the blond's head.

"Does that mean.."

"Does that mean that nothing has changed? Is it all the same? I need to make sure. Will you still look after me?"

"Why, yes, of course. I know of nothing else that I would rather do."

At hearing these words, the blond buried his face in the other man's chest, relieved that everything was well.

"Thank you, sir.." The blond's words were slightly muffled against the other man's clothes.

"No need to thank me, love. Let us sleep now. The morning awaits."

Now the blond could rest easy knowing that the other man would not change a thing. He would still wake up to the care and devotion of the taller man that welcomes him each day. All was well.

'I have to make sure to thank him...' This was the blond's last thought before drifting into the now warm night.

And as always, the sun shall rise. The weather was clear. One will always hope for this to last for days to come, at least the two men did, given the fact that their research depended on it.

As the blond woke up, he noticed that he was really warm. No. Wait. The other man was still in bed with him. Had the man overslept?

"Sir... Wake up. Do you not have plans for the day?"

"Good morning, Rafal. I did have a couple errands to run but I decided against it."

"Why? Are you feeling unwell? Are you alright?" The blond had slightly panicked, putting his hand on the other man's forehead to check his temperature.

"I am not sick, do not worry. I simply wished to stay home with you today."

"W-What? But wh-"

The blond quickly shut his mouth.

'Ah, I already know why, what am I even asking?!'

The taller man surprised, slightly laughed at the blond's behavior.

"It is alright to ask. Do not worry. I am not going to change simply because you asked me a question. It would happen only if you asked me to stop, and even then I am not sure I would listen. I worship you whole, nothing could stop me from doing that. Not even life itself."

"Sir, you are such an idiot... Spare me, so early in the morning.."

The taller man held the back of the blond's neck and hand, followed by a kiss on the blond's temple. He then proceeded to slightly bow and kiss his hand. The blond simply watched, embarrassed, and did not say a thing.

"Is there anything you may be craving this morning?" The taller man asked.

"W-What do you..-"

"For breakfast."

"Oh.. Uh no.. Anything is fine. Thank you.."

Alright. Dodged a bullet then and there. Yes. What else could he have been craving?

'Ah, this will not work. I should remind him once again..'

The two got up and got ready for the day ahead.

"Here is breakfast, Rafal. If you need anything else, do tell me."

The taller man set the tray on their shared desk, where they would work and eat together. The man then sat down and began to revise his work.

They both sat down and did their respective tasks. Dusk was slowly approaching. Many of their days were similar to this one. Studying that was followed by an evening stroll to look up at the heavens above. Tonight was no different, only Rafal had additional plans in mind.

Since the taller man enjoyed taking his time to care for the other man, surely he would not mind it if the blond took advantage of that.

''I shall simply take away more of his time to show him how much I appreciate him. It will be fun testing his limits...' The blond smiled, proud of himself.

Something had taken over the blond for he was feeling empowered enough for his attitude to take a drastic turn in one night.

The blond went into their bedroom for a change of clothes. He had taken everything off and now wore one of the other man's favorite shirts, which clearly seemed to be bigger on him. He had to admit, when he saw his reflection on the room's window, the sight had slightly turned him on.

He approached the taller man sitting and diverted his attention quite easily. The other man simply looked at him.

"Do you need anythi-"

The taller man could not finish his sentence for the blond removed the man's hands off the desk, sat on the other's lap, took a hold of his hands and put them on his own waist.

"What are you doing..?"

The taller man did not get an answer from the blond who now proceeded to unbutton the other man's pants.

"I want you, sir. I want you more than ever. You want me too and I know that very well... I know that you long to kiss me all day, it makes you look like a fool."

The taller man remained quiet for a moment.

"That would be correct."

The blond did not expect the taller man to be this honest considering his manner towards him, but it did not stop him from carrying on.

"Rafal, you look enticing tonight.. Are you perhaps attempting to seduce me?"

"Yes, sir. That would be quite right... Are you enjoying the show so far?" The blond having said that with a smile on his face put his hand on top of the man's crotch and applied a slight grip.

The taller man grabbed a hold of the blond's hair and forced him closer to his ear.

"You are behaving in such a provocative manner that quite frankly I would not mind ripping my own shirt to have you on this table."

At that, the blond let out an inappropriate sound.

"Oh my, what a man. Sir, if you keep talking to me in this manner I am afraid I will be done for before we even start... Do not excite me so much please.."

The blond's voice was rather tempting for someone who was seemingly refusing the man. The blond placed himself atop the other man and began moving.

"O-Oh, oh my. Huh.. It has been some time.. W-Were you always this big, sir? Oh no, I am soaked already.. Ah!"

The blond felt his legs give out and collapsed on the man's shoulders, balancing himself on him to move.

"Oh wow, sir. This is so nice.. Am I doing good? D-Do you like this? Ah! Oh my, it really hurts."

The other man solely held the blond in front of him and stared at his expressions. He was always mesmerized by the blond's appearance when he was being shamelessly lewd.

"You are being erotic and indecent, Rafal. Let everyone know of that." As the taller man said that, he took a hold of the blond placed his back on the table.

"I want to hear you."

"W-Wait, sir. Please be gentle. You are way too.. big for me.. please."

"I am not waiting tonight."

The man, then and there, forced himself upon the blond. Whether the blond liked it or not, it did not matter. He had started something he could not possibly control.

The man went all in within the blond whose eyes had now turned to the back of his head, back arching and feeling himself already close to his release.

He wanted to tell the man to slow down but that would be in vain.

"Sir.. Please, I can not.."

The man's face had formed quite the scary expression, one that made the blond shiver underneath him. He could not have known what would have happened next.

The taller man, who seemed like someone entirely different, had smacked the blond's face and was not seemingly holding back either.

"S-Sir..." The blond now had tears in his eyes.

"Rafal, I advice you to be quiet. Right now I could hurt you solely because I wish to do so."

The blond was terrified. The taller man could sometimes be scary but today was way too much and sudden for the blond. Even amidst this fear, the blond kept getting excited, a fact that made itself known once he had reached his release after the man's threat.

"Do you enjoy being threatened...? Quite indecent, would you not agree?"

The taller man grabbed a knife that was on the tray and brought it closer to the blond's throat. His movements were a lot faster than before while the knife rested inches before the blond's skin.

"Sir..." The tears were now streaming down the blond's face.

"Too scary for you?" The other man questioned, seemingly uncaring.

"D-Do what you want with me, I-I.. I exist to please you, sir.." The blond's voice was not quite audible, he was overstimulated and scared yet he still did not wish to disappoint the other man.

"Your skin is quite beautiful. It reacts very well to touch." Another physical hit onto the blond's body.

"A-Ah! Thank you, sir... Thank you.."

The man put down the knife, got his hands on the blond's hair and increased his pace, seemingly not holding back.

"O-Oh! S-Sir, you are the best. Do with me as you wish. H-have it your way, please, sir. Oh my, it hurts. It hurts, sir.. please!"

The taller man finished within the blond which made the latter pass out on the table. The taller man, not fully satisfied just yet, flipped the blond so that he would lay on his stomach. He did not wait for him to wake up and instead, began to thrust in him once again.

'Incredible... There is physical reaction even when he is not awake. More bodily fluids were produced than on the first time. Could it have been the amount of stimulation he had been through? If that were to be the case then his body would have rejected me. Instead... Whenever I stop, his body comes closer to mine... Interesting.'

The blond woke up and was instantly reminded of his position.

"Ah! Sir.. I apologize.. You.. released so much within me, I could not handle it all." The blond attempted to look back at the taller man but was met with a force holding his face down to the table.

"Silence. I am thinking..."

"Yes, sir.." Rafal got butterflies in his stomach remembering the time he had first met the taller man and had asked him to examine him more, he could not believe that it would be a dream come true.

The taller man let go of the blond.

"Sir..?"

"On your knees."

"Yes, sir!"

The blond barely able to stand, mostly fell rather than bending his knees willingly. The taller man grabbed the blond's hair and began to satisfy himself once more.

"You are lovely, Rafal, just delightful. You are doing so well for me."

The blond could not obviously respond. He was too busy attempting to catch his breath - that is, whenever he could - and making sure that the man before him was being satisfied properly.

The blond's hands traveled up and down his body, caressing every sensitive spot of his that he knew of, as he heard the compliments of the other man.

"My beautiful boy, you always mesmerize me..."

The blond seemed to be nearing his climax as he kept listening to the other man and satisfying the two of them.

"Come on. Show me how you do it, love."

At that, the blond reached his release and chocked on the taller man.

"So you were satisfying yourself as well..."

"S-Should I have not, sir? I apologize..."

"You seem quite fond of being praised, am I right?"

The blond, embarrassed, nodded his head. At that, the taller man grabbed the other's hair once again and started moving the blond's head on his own, leaving the man on the ground dizzy.

"I hope you did not expect for this to end. I am not content as of now.."

The man on the floor was a sight to behold. A face that one could not resist. The taller man would sometimes seriously ponder the well being of the blond considering the amount of ill-meaning people out there that could harm him because of his appearance.

The blond's hair was all over his face. The shirt hanged on one of his shoulders, not even covering his chest. It was truly an erotic sight.

The taller man finished within the blond's mouth.

"Perhaps I was a bit harsh.." said the taller man.

'Forgive me, Rafal. I could not control myself...' he thought.

The taller man immediately carried the blond to the bathroom.

"Rafal, are you alright?"

He had brought the blond to the bathroom so that he could get washed. He surely seemed to need that.

He turned on the faucet, looked back at the blond and proceeded to approach and kneel down to face him, wiping his body clean.

"Did I force too much upon you, I wonder..?"

The blond's eyes were barely open but he was aware of what was occurring around him.

"No sir.. Not at all.. I really enjoyed our intimate time together..."

The blond had said something else but the taller man could not make out his words.

"I could not hear you, Rafal. Is there anything you need?"

"...please get in the bath with me?"

"Very well. If there is anything else that might help you feel better, do let me know."

"Sir.."

"Yes, dear?"

"I want you, sir. I want you to kiss me.."

The blond was overtaken by affection when the taller man carried him to the bathroom. He has always been treated as if he was exceptional by the other man, whether by force or gentle care, the blond always got the best of him.

This feeling made him long for the other man's attention more than ever. He wanted the taller man's eyes on him all the time. He wishes the taller man would not leave the house at all; there were many dangerous people who may want the taller man away from him or matters that take up too much of the man's time but all this could not be helped.

"Sir, please... Hold me more. For I am cold once you leave my side. I can not bear to be away from you, not even...- not even for a mere moment. So please.."

The blond began to slightly tear up. He was overwhelmed by his emotions.

"Yes love, of course. I am with you." The taller man having said that, held the other man in his arms and kissed him.

"Let me prepare the bath. If you could wait a little bit, I shall then not leave your side, can you do that for me?"

The blond's eyes slightly lit up at the question.

'Yes..! Yes, I can..."

The taller man proceeded to prepare the bath, bringing in a change of clothes for the two of them. He contemplated on whether a small meal would be too excessive for a bath.

'Would it be too much for him when he is resting? I could be the one to feed him.. But then again, I do not wish to pressure him to eat.. He may feel obliged enough to do so. Perhaps, fruits and a cup of water are enough.'

The taller man brought everything and set it down on the stool next to the bath.

"Alright, Rafal. Can you stand?"

The blond was set on making the other man do everything for him so he simply shook his head.

"Alright. Let me do it for you."

The taller man undressed Rafal and himself and proceeded to enter the bathtub with the blond laying on the other man.

"You are so warm, sir. Being so close to you in this manner makes me happy..."

"And I am happy to hear that, Rafal."

Silence followed. The two simply enjoyed each other's company for a while although the taller man's worries were beginning to make an appearance.

"Rafal."

"Yes?"

"I scared you too much today. Forgive me."

Apparently, the blond felt well enough to suddenly raise his head in protest.

"No! Do not apologize!... It was rather fun." The other man remained silent.

"Truly, I enjoyed every moment. I told you before; I wish for you to have me. Whether in a gentle or forceful manner, it matters not. I do not care even if you were to hurt me all the time, as long as I can have you for myself then nothing else shall matter."

"I am sorry to say this but your standards are quite low..." The other man remarked. The blond responded with a laugh.

"You think so? Though, I must say that I slightly disagree. I may not seem to pay myself much attention but once I knew of you, sir... You impressed me. Every single aspect of yours did... In the end, I turned out to be immensely lucky for I have been offered a wise man to care for me and one that shares my belief on the pursuit of knowledge, I could not ask for more." The blond smiling, turned so as to lay his stomach on the other man and kissed him, gently holding his face in his hands.

"So please, do not apologize for being true to yourself with me. I have laid my soul bare before you."

The taller man felt a sudden passion ignite within him. If he could allow it himself, he would be having the blond throughout the whole night. Within him or not, he just wished to consume the man laying down before him.

"Rafal, you are truly pulchritudinous. I shall never be satisfied as much as I may have you. I am ashamed to say this but whether it is right now, at breakfast or when I am fulfilling my responsibilities... My mind is filled with your existence."

The blond looked away and blushed. In silence, he simply kissed the other man's lips for a moment that felt like forever.

Too embarrassed, the blond turned around and laid his back on the man's chest once again, hiding his face. The taller man slightly smiled.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Now that you mention it..." The blond snapped out of it, perceiving his hunger.

The taller man picked a branch of grapes and began to feed the blond. In response, Rafal turned to the side, laying his shoulder on the man, to eat more comfortably.

"... Why are you the one feeding me..? I thought that this was my job."

"You are tired, Rafal. Please, do make an exception. Though, on the contrary, I do not know why you insist on feeding me... It must be a bizarre sight to behold; a man of my stature being fed, similarly to a child."

"That is simply not true! It is actually quite the usual occurrence." The blond argued.

"Oh? How come?"

"Simply because I said so!"

"I see. Well, in that case it can not be helped."

The blond shied away from looking at the man.

"And... I happen to enjoy serving you. You are always doing something for me despite the great amount of responsibilities that you have. I wish I could do all the mundane tasks for you since that is one of the few things I may be capable of doing..."

The taller man wanted to respond but the blond continued.

"I do not go out as much as you do, sir.. So please.. Allow me to do these things for you. I am grateful and yet, unable to show it... In the mornings, allow me to clean our bed. I shall sense your presence within these sheets... Allow me to make you tea, spending just a little more time together, granting me the chance to witness you leave for work..."

The blond rested his hand on the other man's chest as he lay down.

"Allow me to feed you, to know that you are aware of my presence when I am with you. To cook you meals, prepare you baths and wash your clothes. I wish to serve and obey you. You ought to have time to relax and I wish to make it enjoyable..."

The blond realized how much he had been talking for he panicked and quickly added.

"T-That is, if you so desire, sir. I do not dream of going against your demands..."

Silence held out for a while.

"Even though I do not want you to lift a single finger of yours.. You are free to do as you wish, Rafal. Do as you like, that is my sole desire."

"Ah! How delightful. Do not fret, sir. I shall be the best of service, solely under your command." The blond teased.

"I am looking forward to your work then."

The blond giggled at the taller man's remark.

"Speaking of work, Rafal. Did you not notice the window that I installed right in front of the bathtub? It is closed of course but I figured it would ease one's mind to observe the stars from here."

The blond, confused, turned his head to face the wall in front of the bathtub. There, he was met by an unusually large window. The sky made itself visible before the two men's eyes.

"Mars is forming a line next to Pollux and Castor tonight..." The blond spoke his thoughts out loud.

"Yes, that would be correct. Quite the sight, do you not think so?"

The blond's attention was fixed on the stars outside. Not only was he able to rest in the taller man's embrace, he was in a bathtub of warm water whilst facing the stars. What else could he possibly ever ask for?

The taller man smiled at the blond's awe and proceeded to kiss his back.

"A-Ah! I am sorry, sir. I was.. This is really beautiful.."

"I am glad that it is to your tastes."

"...Just like always... When I am convinced that there is not much else for you to offer since you have given me everything I ever wanted.. You go on to surprise me."

"The world is full of possibilities, Rafal. There is always new experiences for those who long for them."

"Truly. You are quite right, sir."

Nothing else needed to be said. In the dark, underneath the starry night, the two men contemplated the universe in each other's embrace.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, this is a teacher Rafal x male reader work. I feel the need to point out which Rafal it is. This work may also be read as a Hubert x teacher Rafal or an OC x teacher Rafal. Proceed as you wish.

#orb #orb rafal #orb: on the movements of the earth #rafal #rafal teacher #rafal sensei #hubert x rafal #rafal x male reader #rafal orb #x male reader #a boring writer

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Chapter Four: The Body

wc: 3.4k when will's body is found, jennifer has a hard time getting through her day without the thought of her brother's wellbeing. however, jennifer gets distracted by a dream about someone close to her.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner. at the end, there is a scene that involves sexual content, please skip that part if you begin to feel uncomfortable.]

{ late November 9, 1983 }

Jennifer rolled onto her back then on to her side, looking at her alarm clock.

3:45 AM the clock read.

Flopping onto her back, she thought she wouldn’t have to go to school that morning due to Will's deceased body. However, she needed to go anyway.

The images are trapped in her brain like a VHS tape on replay. Tears well up in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling above before she begins to sob silently.

It hurt because Will was just a child. A child who had his whole life ahead of him. And now, it was destroyed. After many attempts, Jennifer finally manages to get herself to fall asleep.

Again, the time is now 6:01 AM. She will only get less than an hour of sleep since she needed to be up for school. Jennifer was only attending high school to distract herself from last night's events.

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{ November 10, 1983 }

The next morning rolled around faster than she expected as Jennifer headed to school as usual, trying not to think about last night. She runs into Nancy and Steve, looking in Nancy’s direction to see that she wanted to announce something.

Jennifer began to sweat, worried she told Steve about her being jealous of them. Fortunately, she didn’t. Nancy wanted to talk about what she and Jennifer saw in his backyard. The three of them exit the building and go in large but private space.

When Nancy explained everything to Steve, he looked at them both confused out of his mind and probably thinking they were crazy.

“So, wait a sec. I don’t understand. The two of you went back to my house?”

“To look for Barb,” Nancy says.

“Yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me.”

“I don’t know, I… We were scared.”

“You seriously think that you both saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?”

“I don’t think it was a mask,” Nancy adds.

“But he had no face?” Steve asks, skeptical.

“I swear, I saw nothing. I believed it was a dog, or a fox. It could’ve been a coyote.” Jennifer cut in.

“I don’t know, I just… I have a terrible feeling about this.”

Steve begins to relax, changing his stance where he leans against the brick wall behind him. Across from him, Jennifer is pretty much in the same position as him, but her hand holds the strap of her backpack.

“Oh, this is bad. This is really bad.”

“What?”

“The cops…they’re gonna wanna talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, even you, Jennifer. Everybody who was at the party.”

“So?” Nancy asks, folding her arms against her chest.

“My parents are gonna murder me!”

“Steve, are you serious right now?" Jennifer asks as he looks over at her then back at Nancy.

His eyes were soft but annoyed.

"Jennifer, Nancy. You both don't understand. My Dad's a grade-A asshole."

"Barb is missing! And you're worried about your Dad?" Nancy questions.

"Okay, just... when you talk to the cops, just... don't mention the beers. It's just gonna get the three of us in trouble and Barbara's got nothing to do with it okay." He says.

Nancy scoffs. "I can't believe you right now. I can't believe you."

"Nancy. Nancy, wait!"

"Nancy!" Jennifer shouts, but it's no use.

She turns her heel and walks away leaving Jennifer and Steve alone together, cutting the conversation between them short. She and Steve look at each other.

“Will they question me?”

“Yes, but when or if they do just—”

“Don’t mention the beers or Barbra, got it. You know, you’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

He glared at Jennifer, then looking away and rolled his eyes. Jennifer sighed before turning away from him and walked back to the school, leaving him standing there on his own before following after her.

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In class, the teacher reads aloud the story in his hands; Heart Of Darkness. Of course Jennifer wasn't paying attention since she is currently doodling on a piece of notebook paper, and Nancy is staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, a woman opens the door and peaks her head in as she calls out a name.

"Nancy Wheeler?" The woman calls. "If you'll come with me, please?"

Nancy rises and collects her things before walking out of the classroom with her things in hand. She follows the woman out of the class as Jennifer wants to know why she left suddenly.

She assumed it was the police who were ready to interrogate Nancy. To ask her questions about the night before. Jennifer wanted to know what Nancy will say about her, or if she’ll even mention her at all, in hopes that she won't say anything about Jennifer being involved or jealous of her and Steve dating.

The brunette began to get overwhelmed, her breathing hitched in the back of her throat. Raising her hand, the teacher looks over at her sighing in annoyance.

"Yes, Ms. Henderson?"

"I, uh, have to use the bathroom..." She lies.

"It's not the time to use it. You can use the restroom after we're done with the chapter."

She then comes up with a perfect excuse. Period. Certain men get uncomfortable with the topic, so she decides to use it. Now or never. Jennifer is going to embarrass the hell out of her male teacher.

"I don't think you understand. Do you know how hard it is to come to school when you feel like there's barbed wire wrapped around your waist, and massive amounts of--"

"Just... just go. This is the only exception."

"Thank you,"

Jennifer makes way towards the door and smiles at herself before walking out and towards the cafeteria, wondering where Nancy went. Upon hearing a conversation, she looks through the opened door and sees two officers sitting on one side of a table in the cafeteria as Nancy and her mother, Mrs. Wheeler, sit across from them.

"This argument you and Barbra had? What exactly was it about?"

"It wasn't really an argument. Barb just wanted to leave. I just… I was in a mood because of Jennifer."

"Jennifer Henderson?"

Nancy nods, finishing her sentence. "Yeah, she was there too -- So, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?"

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes,"

"And the next day, you returned and saw a bear, you're thinking?"

"I don't know what it was, but... I think it may have taken Barb. You need to check behind Steve's house."

"We did. There's nothing there. There's no sign of a bear."

"And no car."

"We figured that Barbra came back last night and she took off and went somewhere else. Has she ever talked to you about running off? Leaving town, maybe?"

"No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy? Uh, Steve Harrington."

"What? No." She denies.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?"

"It wasn't like that.”

"Like what?"

"Steve and me, we're just friends."

That was a blatant lie that slipped between Nancy’s lips.

Jennifer continued listening, hearing the melancholy tone in Nancy's voice when talking about Steve Harrington. She could tell that Nancy was upset about Barb, but also not wanting her mom to find out what she and Steve did that night in his room.

Jennifer can't think about that at the moment as she hears footsteps approaching as she swiftly moves out of the way and into a nearby Girls restroom, hiding as she sees a blonde haired woman walk by. Turning away and leaning against the wall, Jennifer hears the footsteps recede as she steps out, wanting to listen in more but it seems that the cops are done talking to Nancy. Jennifer quickly makes it back to her class, walking in and taking a seat and act as if nothing had happened.

——

The officers called Jennifer back to discuss what happened as well. They basically asked her the same questions as Nancy.

“When you were at Steve’s house, were you present when Nancy Wheeler and Barbra Holland had their argument?”

“Yes, I was. I was standing by the staircase when it happened.”

“And what were they arguing about?”

“Well, Barbra wanted to leave and Nancy told her to just go home. After that, I saw her but the lights cut out and I fell. The next thing I knew, she was gone.”

“The lights, did you trip on a chord?”

“N-no, no. I lost my footing and fell on a metal shard that was sticking up from the ground in Steve’s backyard. I got cut along the way.”

“And can you show us that?”

“Yeah,” Jennifer says, rolling her sleeve up and showing the cops her bandaged up wound before peeling the large band aid partially off.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a slash alright.”

Jennifer pulls her arm back, rolling her sleeve down. She sat there, fumbling a loose end of her bandage

——

What felt like an eternity, Jennifer is done with the interrogation and for the day. She walks out of the building as she sees Steve is nowhere to be found.

Jennifer decided to walk toward Phoebe's car until she spots Nancy walking away from the building as Jennifer follows after her in her vehicle. She forgot that Phoebe slipped her the keys incase she needed to leave at any time and point, so she took the opportunity and got in the vehicle. She slowly drove up to her and stopped as Nancy stops too. Jennifer rolls her window down, looking her way.

"Hey, uh, Nancy?"

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see if you were okay, I noticed you left in a bad mood."

"Jennifer, why are you even bothering me right now? Shouldn't you be on your way home?”

“Well, yes. But I wanted to see how you were doing after… talking about Barb. Also, if you want I could give you a ride, so you're not walking too far."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay, suit yourself."

Jennifer begins rolling up her window as Nancy halts. She taps the brakes lightly, stopping the car as well, unlocking the doors. Nancy opens the passenger side door and slides in. On the way, the ride was quiet until Nancy decided to break the silence.

"Can we stop by the funeral home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Jonathan should be there. Can you drop me off?"

"Yeah, I can do that. What for?"

“Just to talk.”

“Okay,”

At the funeral home, Jennifer parks and she gets out along with Nancy as they both walk into the small building.

"Why are you coming in with me?"

"I have to use the bathroom since I didn’t have time before school let out for the day. And, if you want to, I can leave you two alone so you both have more privacy.”

“No, it’s okay."

As Jennifer steps towards the front desk, she looks around and tries to find someone who can direct her to the restroom. Finally, a woman walks out and Jennifer asks where the bathroom is. Getting an answer, she follows the woman's instructions and walk into the small bathroom.

The bathroom was dimly lit and the smell of room spray filled the inside. Jennifer walks in and closes the door behind her, locking it. After, she washes her hands and walks out of the bathroom and toward the entrance when she sees Jonathan and Nancy sitting side by side on an ottoman.

"--It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle. I don't know."

Jennifer appears in front of them, confused about what's happening. They look at her as she saw the sadness in Jonathan's eyes. She moved closer and eyed the photo of Barb sitting on the diving board above Steve’s heated pool — in his hand.

Reminiscing the previous night, she remembered when she fell as Jennifer looks away for a few seconds before looking back at the photo. Something on the right of the frame catches her eyes as she stared at it.

A figure of some kind is seen. It was a very dark photo, but Jennifer knew there was something else in the picture that she nor Jonathan saw that night. She felt faint. Jennifer knew this wasn’t some kind of human. She felt it was something else, something more sinister.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?"

"No. And she was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted." Jennifer says.

"The cops think that she ran away," Nancy adds.

Jennifer pretends to hear Nancy speak to him about her interrogation, acting as if it’s new to her. But she already knew what the worried brunette said because Jennifer was eavesdropping on the entire conversation between her and the officers. Jennifer comes back to reality and listened.

"But they don't know Barb. And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we both saw something." She pauses. "Some weird man or, I don't know what it was."

Jonathan looks at her, expression staying the same as earlier. Nancy's utterance changes to where she's more sincere.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "I... I shouldn't have come here today. I'm so sorry."

Nancy rises and begins to walk away as Jennifer is already making her way toward the entrance of the funeral home. The lanky male stood abruptly and took a step.

"What'd he look like?" Jonathan suddenly questioned.

Nancy stopped in her tracks before turning around.

"What?"

"This man you saw in the woods. What'd he look like?"

Nancy fumbled over her words. "I don't know. It was almost like he.. He didn't have--"

"Didn't have a face?" He asks.

"How did you know that?" Jennifer asked, walking and standing beside Nancy as they look at each other.

The three of them stand there, sharing nervous glances at one another.

——

Soon, Jennifer, Nancy and Jonathan make it to the school as they enter the photo room where the graphs are put through some kind of liquid to make them more vivid. Jonathan gets everything set up as she watched closely, Nancy perched her upper body weight on her arm and looked up at the male.

Jennifer stood opposite of Jonathan, waiting for something to happen.

“And you’re…”

“Brightening. Enlarging.”

“Hmm.”

“Did your mom say anything else?”

He grunts as Nancy continued.

“Like, um, where it might have gone to, or…”

“No, just that it came out of the wall.”

The machine dings as Jonathan flips a switch or some sort then sighing soon after. He sets the paper in a tub of liquid as they all watch intently.

“How long does this take?” Jennifer asked.

“Not long.”

“Have you been doing this a while?” Nancy then asks.

“What?” He questions.

“Photography?”

“Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…”

“Talk to them.” Jennifer finishes as they exchanged eye contact with each other.

“I know. It’s weird.”

“No!”

“N–no, it is. It’s just sometimes… people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment… it says more.” He smiles.

Jennifer watches as they begin talking about the picture of Nancy. Soon the two females look down, a startling image captures their attention.

“That’s it!” Nancy exclaimed, looking down at the photo. “That’s what we saw.”

Jonathan gasps.

“My mom… I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said… that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.”

“And if he’s alive—”

“Then Barbara is too,” Jennifer finished.

The three teens look at each other then back at the photo, finally finding a clue to this crazy mystery. To Jennifer, it felt like she were stuck in one of her little brother's sci-fi comic books.

However... This was real life.

——

Later that night, Jennifer sits on the couch in her living room and is currently watching the news as the anchors discuss Will Byers' death. Soon her mother changes the channel to watch something else as Jennifer rises and walks toward her bedroom.

She walks in and closes the door behind her, sliding out of her clothes and into pajamas before sliding into her bed. Thinking back at the photo she saw of the figure earlier, beginning to theorize who or what it could be.

"What unidentified being are you?" She asks.

Suddenly the thought of Steve taking her out enters Jennifer’s tired mind as she looks at the window. She sighed in annoyance, laying down before falling asleep.

——

Waking up, Jennifer hears the phone ring from the other room. She glanced at her alarm clock. It’s only 2:25 (AM) in the morning as she gets out of bed. Rushing out the door of her bedroom, Jennifer picks up the phone and says hello before hearing a voice on the other end.

"Hey," Steve says. "You, uh, wanna meet somewhere private?"

"S-sure. Yeah, we can do that.."

"Sneak out and meet me down the street at the entrance of your neighborhood."

"Okay."

Hanging the phone up, she proceeds to go back to her room.

Jennifer throws her clothes off and sat them on her bed before changing into a more provocative ensemble. Brushing through her brown-black hair, she let it down before touching up her makeup. Jennifer opened the window and swung her leg out as it touched the ground below.

She then proceeded to carefully exit, brushing herself off before ushering away from her house. Jennifer walked down the lonely and desolate street. Eventually the female makes it to Steve's car as she slides in the passenger seat, out of breath.

"Hey." Jennifer says.

"Hi."

Jennifer slides her seatbelt on as Steve takes off somewhere more private. She stared out the window the entire ride. Steve clears his throat as it breaks the silence between them. On the radio, The Police’s 'Every Breath You Take' plays. It calms her nerves.

"So," He begins. "I didn't see you after school got out. Is everything okay? Especially between you and Nancy?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Good. It's good seeing you getting along with her. Besides us… w-well,” He stutters.

“What happened between you and Nancy?” Jennifer asked as Steve stayed silent.

He pulled over and killed the engine. Looking toward her, he sighs before speaking.

"It didn’t work between me and Nancy because she knew that you had a thing for me. Is that true?” He asks.

“I, uh, I don’t recall any of that. I don’t have feelings for you, or anyone.”

“Jen, come on. We’ve known each other since we were in middle school.”

“I know, but I don’t want to ruin things between you and Nancy.”

“You won’t.”

Becoming overwhelmed, Jennifer grabs a cigarette and lighter from the cup holder of Steve’s BMW and step out of the vehicle.

She sets the cigarette between her lips, lighting the bud. Jennifer closes the lighter and takes a drag. Steve stepped out and walked up to Jennifer. His finger rests under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. She tried looking away but it was no use.

“What?”

Steve doesn’t say anything as he movies his hand to cup Jennifer's face, leaning towards her. She pulls the cigarette out and toss it to the ground and rest her hands on his arms. Their faces are just inches away from one another. Jennifer leans in too, this time closing the gap between them.

Their lips meet and her eyes close. Jennifer feels like she's floating right now. Kissing him harder, Steve leads them both to his backseat where they peel each other's clothes off, leaving them both in their underwear.

Steve moves and slides Jennifer’s panties down to her ankles as he does the same with his boxers, positioning himself on top of her. With each thrust, Jennifer’s moaned with pleasure. She begins to move slightly to were she’s more comfortable until —

——

Jennifer landed on the hard floor, waking from her slumber. She looks around and saw herself on the floor of her bedroom. Jennifer swore before standing up. She looked at her clock, seeing that it’s only 4:45 AM.

“Shit. What’s wrong with me?” Jennifer asked herself.

Jennifer just had a dream involving sexual innuendos with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler's boyfriend.

To Jennifer, that made her freak out before getting up and sitting down on her bed. She tried everything to get that out of her mind as she begins crying. A part of Jennifer wanted it to be real then the other part of her wished it never happened.

It did though, and she had to accept it and face reality.

Jealousy is a bitch.

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