#;people may hear your words but they feel your actions

[kteezy997]

can i request timmy and reader being costars and they have to film a bit of a spicy scene where they’re supposed to make out and basically dry hump each other. he ends up accidentally making her cum in her flimsy panties under the skirt she‘s supposed to be wearing. he doesn’t notice at first but then he sees the signs, the way she tenses up, how her hips stutter, the more authentic moans than the ones before, the look in her eyes as he kisses along her neck like scripted and one tiny, barely audible whimper of his name. his real name. not his characters name. which surprises him but turns him on like crazy. he ends up getting hard and reader notices after she‘s down from her high. then after the scene they’re really awkward towards each other at first but they end up fucking

Perversion//t.c.

Warnings: smut obvi, degradation, little bit of praise, cursing, light spanking, smoking

There were worse things in life than having to do a sex scene with one of Hollywood’s most promising actors. Timothée Chalamet was often referred to as his generation’s Leonardo DiCaprio. But you had gotten to know him as just Timmy.

You had big crush on him, as did a lot of people that worked with him, probably. He had this way about him that made you feel seen and special. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t excited about your intimate scene with him today. It may be the only time you’d ever be so close to him. You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t real, though, and that there were cameras and crew members all around.

The director instructed you to get on the bed, lying on your back. Timmy stood nearby, shirtless with a pair of jeans on as he chatted with a producer about the scene. It was dark outside, and the night was dreamy.

The director called action and Timmy climbed on top of you, kissing you upon contact. The directions were to make out and touch each other all over, with some dry humping on his part.

It felt so good being under the weight of him. His lips were soft and gentle, but he devoured you like he was starving. Timmy nestled between your legs. The only barrier keeping him from you was your thin panties you had on underneath your skirt.

His crotch grazed against you over and over as the scene progressed. He moaned, but it was just acting. He grabbed your ass, and groped your boobs.

Your body tensed up. His actions and his sounds were consuming you. You were soaking your panties.

Timmy’s soft hair brushed your cheek as he kissed and nipped at your neck. You felt the wetness of his mouth, his warm breath, and his teeth ever so gently on your throat. He squeezed your thigh, and that was it.

Your hips stirred and you moaned, but it was real. “Oh, Timmy.” you whimpered softly, only for him to hear.

It was then that he looked at you, breaking character himself, and he realized what happened. It was real for you. He made you come without evening knowing. You moaned his name, not the name of the character he was playing.

“Cut!” called the director, “That was great guys. Let’s move on.”

You rested against the throw pillow under your head, and you steadied your breathing.

Timmy stayed still for a second, his hands rested on your hips.

You looked down and saw that he had a hard-on under his jeans.

Without saying a word, he got up and walked directly off the set.

………

Later, there was a dinner for the cast and crew. You and Timmy sat together as usual, as you had become friends since working on the movie together. But it was awkward between you now. You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t want to make it any weirder than it already was.

He was very quiet, and fidgety, nothing like himself. He didn’t talk to hardly anyone. Especially you. You were so disappointed, so scared that you ruined everything. Fucking hormones. Fucking feelings.

You decided to try to give him a compliment, to break the ice. “You were great today, by the way. You always do an amazing job, Timmy.”

“Oh, I can kiss? Thanks.” Timmy snarled in sarcasm. He finished eating and off he went again.

His remark left you feeling even more uncomfortable than before, and you really wanted to make things right. You took it upon yourself to go find him in his dressing room and talk this out.

You knocked on his door, “Timmy? I’m sorry about earlier, okay? Let’s talk.” you begged.

You stood there a moment and just as you were convinced that he wasn’t going to answer, the door opened.

“Hey.” you said, “Can we just pretend that what happened earlier didn’t happen?”

He shook his head, “No, y/n, we can’t.” he answered sharply.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “I’m sorry. I should have controlled myself. But I thought we were friends. I was hoping we could look passed this."

“Well, it’s hard to be friends with someone after they give you a boner, and then all you can think about is fucking their brains out.” his eyes flicked up at you.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, forcing you into the room. His mouth was on yours before he slammed the door shut. It was a strange contrast to how he was in the scene. His lips were acting fast and harsh, "Take off your clothes." he ordered, his low voice hardly resembled his natural tone.

Fuck, you wanted this. You wanted him. You'd do anything he said. He let you go so he could lock the door and you began to undress like he told you to.

Once you were down to your bra and panties, he shoved you against a table, "You're still wearing the underwear you came inside of earlier?" In one movement, he unclasped your bra and pulled it off of you.

You let out a huff as he shoved you face down on the table. You whimpered as you felt the coldness of it on your nipples. You placed your hands on the tabletop, and your cheek rested on it.

"Little slut wants to be fucked by me so bad." he grumbled, yanking your panties down.

The air was cold on your soaked pussy. You shuddered at the sensation.

"Holy shit." Timmy said under his breath, he touched your clit, letting his fingers run along your labia.

You gasped as he entered a finger into your sensitive hole, "Fuck." you muttered. You shifted on your feet, feeling so needy, and so dirty.

"You're so desperate. So pathetic." he spat. He shoved in a second finger, pumping them in and out of you. A light smacking sound hit the air between you and him. He rubbed your clit softly, achingly slowly. He did it to tease you, to edge you, you knew it.

You'd take his insults, or whatever abuse he wanted to heed against you. You wanted him so badly. You could feel his clothed boner rubbing against your ass. His fingers were removed from you, and without warning, the palm of his hand came down fiercely on your ass cheek, leaving a stinging pain on your skin.

As you cried in ecstasy, you heard his zipper come undone, and he shoved his cock into you in a matter of seconds.

"I'll fuck you like the needy little whore you are." he growled, pumping his hips into you, his waist slapping your ass loudly.

You moaned and muttered small cries of pleasure. Once his fingers met your clit, as his cock rammed you, it was just a minute before you came. Your legs grew weak, but he held you up. You had no choice but to keep yourself on your feet.

Timmy grabbed a handful of your hair, he didn't pull, but he got you to raise up some. You looked ahead of you, seeing a mirror. Oh god, you could watch him fuck you!

You saw your own reflection as well, your hair was madly disheveled, your skin flushed with color, as well as the skin of your lover. Timmy let out an exhale, and you noticed some sweat on his neck. He didn't look into the mirror; his eyes were fixed on you. He'd alternate between fucking you roughly, and then giving you shallow pumps of his cock. He gave little tugs on your hair, but not enough to really hurt. He was being playful.

He smacked your ass again. The muscles in his torso flexing and bulging as he rocked into you. You felt like you were watching porn, but it was you that he was fucking, so you felt all the effects. It was incredible.

He pulled you closer, your back against his chest now. He let go of your hair and placed his hand on your throat. He pulled you into a kiss. Soft pumps into you now, but he was hitting you deep.

"mmm." you moaned into his mouth.

Timmy slipped his tongue in, letting it roll with yours in a heated French kiss. He palmed each of your tits roughly and nibbled on your bottom lip.

He pulled away from you after a moment, his hands left you, but his cock remained in your pussy. He tapped your hips lightly with his fingers, saying, "Fuck me, y/n."

You then used the little amount of strength you had left to throw your ass back against him. You whimpered loudly as his cock railed your insides. Your butt cheeks slapped his waistline, and you heard him chuckle lowly in satisfaction. He held your hips and started to pull you to him with each of your thrusts.

"Ah fuck, so good." he praised.

You weren't sure what turned you on more: his insults or encouragement.

His fingers met your lips, and you opened them. He wet his fingertips with your spit, then slid his fingers down the front of your body to find your clit again. You couldn't keep moving, so he took over for you, ramming his cock into you as he rubbed your clit. Your body shook with overstimulation, and you came again.

Timmy pulled his cock out of you, and turned you around, and put you on the table. He jerked his cock for a few seconds before his cum busted out in several ropes.

You gasped as his creamy seed collected into tiny puddles on your abdomen. You relaxed against the flatness of the table, trying to catch your breath, coming down from your high.

Timmy muttered some curse words under his breath before leaning over you, his hand planted right next to your head. He smirked and kissed you, moaning onto your lips.

He then walked over and picked up a t-shirt from somewhere in the room and tossed it on you.

You used the shirt to clean up his mess, and you heard the flick of a lighter. You looked over to him and watched as he lit a cigarette.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head back as he inhaled. He blew out the smoke and opened his eyes, catching your gaze.

"Those are bad for you, ya know." you said as you sat up on the table. You couldn't help but smirk at him as you thought about what had just occurred in the dressing room.

"I think you're worse for me." he joked, grinning as he took another drag.

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[girlboylintjrwi]

Honey, do you need a hot meal?

Troy is hungry. Lint is the meal.

trigger warnings for cannibalism and gore

hey guys..... i wrote this little thing in one day..... btw.... llintroller save meee... title is from Your body, My Temple by Will Wood

Troy and Lint are standing in In the middle of the living room. Lint has just told her that he wanted him to eat them. Not even that he could, but that he wanted her to.

And Troy can't deny, the idea is appealing. She thought maybe this was just some sick joke, Lint can be a little strange at times, but no. Lint is entirely serious. And Troy wants to eat.

Lint must be a genius, Troy thinks to herself. She doesn’t know what he wants to say in this moment, but she knows more than anything what he wants to do. What he needs to do.

“Dude, are you sure? Cause like, you could die, man…” Troy’s desire doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate. This is his best friend, after all.

“Your dad turns people into clocks, doesn’t he?”

She lunges towards them, straight for his cheek. He bites down and tears a bit of flesh away, and it’s even better than she could have imagined. She can’t even describe it. It’s just the kind of taste that you savor for as long as you can, especially when it’s someone as important to you as Lint is to Troy.

Troy sees Lint’s face before going in for another bite, this time the flesh of their neck. He looks shocked, maybe he expected her to say something before going in for a taste, but that doesn’t stop a small grin from appearing on their face.

And Troy just continues to tear away from Lint, bit by bit, piece by piece. He feels like an animal, but can she really help it? This is Lint. This is her best friend and he tastes so good.

This might just be the best thing he’s ever tasted. Lint isn’t just good, he’s perfect. The blood in Troy’s mouth is warm and the metallic taste makes him want more. He can’t stop, and surely Lint won’t survive much more of this. Troy knows that.

And yet, his tongue begs for more of that wonderful flavor. He can’t stop.

She loves Lint. In this moment, right now, she loves Lint more than ever before. Maybe it’s because Lint is all there is right now, or maybe he just likes the way they taste as she rips chunks of flesh away from their body. Either way, he loves Lint so very much. And they say actions speak louder than words, don’t they?

She barely even gives herself time to chew, he just keeps on taking more and more, relishing in it. The texture, the flavor, it’s all perfect to Troy. There isn’t a world where Lint isn’t perfect. Not in Troy’s eyes.

Tears fall down Lint’s face, he feels his life fading away from them, but this is Troy and this is all they’d ever dreamed of. They can’t think of a better way to go out. He wonders if Troy even notices that they’re dying, or if she’s too busy tearing him apart.

Eventually, Troy finishes his meal, but Lint is long gone by then. She doesn’t know when it happened. It’s hard for her to think about anything else, part of him wants more, but he knows it’s time to put them away. Maybe next time she’ll try a bit of cooking.

Should Troy feel bad? He just ate her best friend, after all. But no, Troy doesn’t feel anything but love for them. The consequences of her actions haven’t hit him yet, so why should it matter?

Lint, what’s left of them, barely fits in the freezer. Troy needs to go out and buy a bigger one. And some ice. She figures she should clean up first, though. He washes the blood from her hair and skin, gets a different outfit, wonders if the stains will ever leave that shirt, and he’d be on his way if he didn’t hear a quiet voice behind her. It has that bug-like quality to it, like someone Troy knows; knew. Lint.

“Did I taste good?”

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ERM!!! END NOTES I GUESS??????

i have never ever written anything like this and MAN it was fun.

lint is a freaking ghost now by the way because i have so many Thoughts about ghost lint and clockwork lint......... may write more in the future too. just like about ghost lint/clockwork lint sometimes and troy shenanigans

i hope you had fun reading this. hope it was a hit for the lintroller nation

[azenpal]

The answer to my maybe

– aaron hotchner x neighbor!female reader

summary | being in a new place is weird, but you make it harder for yourself by crushing on your neighbor

warnings | nothing really, just me trying to envision a pervert hotch, cliffhanger

word count | 2055

a/n | hi, i’m just going to drop this one here because i can’t find the inspiration for the smut part of this story<3

Living in a house alone isn’t as fun as the movies made you dream of. Although you enjoy your alone time and doing the things you promised yourself you’d do for years. Somehow, there was still that nudging feeling that something wasn’t in its right place, telling you there’s a factor missing in your life now. The cycle of waking up, going to your job, doing an activity, and picking up a hobby felt mundane when you end the night staring at your ceiling. And it turns out, there were only a few DIY projects in your home you could do until you feel fed up with it. So here you were, laying on your sofa on a Saturday, staring at your window, hoping inspiration hits you to do anything. 

But if you could be honest, the only reason the view looked good was that there’s a chance you’ll see a glimpse of your neighbor– Aaron Hotchner, no— Agent Aaron Hotchner. The neighbor who introduced himself as you were moving the boxes in your home. The guy that told you places to see and restaurants to try as soon as the second time you met him. The father of Jack Hotchner, an adorable bundle of joy dressed as a cute little boy. The man your friends refer to as the hot neighbor when you confess to them how you feel “hot” every time you see him, among the many other confessions you would do and are willing to do for that man.  

But over the weeks, you grew to have a soft spot for the Hotchners each time you saw them playing outside or walking back to their homes with their ice cream. So, of course, bringing them snacks and buying Jack toys that remind you of him became a habit of yours and is certainly not just an excuse to see his dad, although that is a bonus. Yet every time you see Mr. Hotchner, you start to feel that your liking of him is growing too strong. It became so bad that you actually tried not to initiate any conversation with the Hotchner, but Jack is just too damn cute to ignore, and your resolution easily crumbled after two days. Failing to control your feelings and thoughts for Aaron, your mundane days were over but filled with nights imagining how it would feel to be in his arms. 

So, aside from your normal routine, nothing has changed, and you still have a lot of free time. But instead of finding a new hobby or trying to be productive, most of your days are now spent thinking about what you could do to stop your never-ending fantasies with Aaron. Maybe you just have to get out and spend money. Or maybe a shopping haul? Or maybe your period is just nearing, and you’re just horny at a different kind of level. Or maybe you just really need to get laid. Or maybe you need some romance in your life?  

Or maybe, just maybe, you were starting to want the feeling of a thrill? The idea of being careless, having the ability to just do without thinking of the consequences of your actions, or simply, your coworkers’ idea of having fun every time they have a drink. But a one-night stand is just a no-no; you know that you don’t trust people that way and the paranoia that you’ll get murdered if you’re alone with a stranger is just too strong for you to sleep with a stranger. 

But now that you’re thinking about it and you’re hearing your thoughts, maybe you’re just being dramatic about your life.

Then again, your friends have told you to go out more and “explore.” Meet new people and enjoy the different possibilities life has to offer aside from your usual safe and plain routine. So, heeding your friend’s advice, who may either start an adventure or a murder, the temporary answer to your maybes is meeting their friend, whom they all talk kindly of. The truth is, you will never do this on your own. The reason being a mix of anxiety, fear, insecurity, and your strong imagination of how your date would and could dump you on the spot in a hundred ways made you stop your finger every time you want to try a dating application. But knowing that the people you trust know the guy eases your negative emotions. However, while you’re thankful to them for being supportive, a part of you still regrets using the words “bored to death” and “looking for a thrill” when you opened up to them; after all, a delusional part of you wants to be on a date with your neighbor. 

And after weeks of talking with Jake and a side of asking your friends about what to do and if what you’re doing is correct, you actually had the courage to meet him. But behold, now that the meeting place is set and the time is also scheduled, you did not think of the possibility that you will rack your brains configuring countless combinations of your clothes. You want to appear like you put in the effort to look presentable but not overwhelming because maybe he could be someone special and think that your clothes were too much. But all you know is whether he likes you or rejects you, you want to look and feel good tonight and not think of Aaron Hothcner.  

With your bed filled with pants, shirts, skirts, your favorite underwear, and the dress you felt confident in, you step back, trying to think which combination will make you feel good tonight. There’s only a small chance that this date will solve your problems, but you want to try your best; after all, it’s better not to have regrets. So, holding onto your two favorite underwear while still in your towel, you try to imagine which would be better to boost yourself up. 

But then again, the point of this date was for you to feel something new, so maybe wearing the usual wouldn’t be the right way to start- and also in hopes of getting some, as your friends have said. So, looking at the further edge of the bed, you grabbed the caramel nude and periwinkle underwear you have and contemplated between the two. Periwinkle would look good on you, but maybe it’s too much for a first date? Not that you want to impress him with your underwear. But caramel nude feels the safest right now, not too far off your comfort zone, but still different. 

Choosing the caramel nude underwear made you feel as if you’ve taken a big step in getting ready, even if you haven’t chosen what to wear. Although realistically thinking, it would take you hours to decide what to wear, so opting to do your usual make-up, you sent a picture of all the clothes in your bed to your friends for their choice. 

While waiting for your friend’s reply and starting on your make-up, you glimpse the dress you’ve only worn once for a specific purpose-- to deliver cookies to Aaron Hocthner’s door. Stupid? Yes. But do you regret buying it? No. You couldn’t say you regretted buying that dress because he complimented you for wearing it. And it’s not just that he said you looked pretty in it, but the fact that he noticed it was the first time you wore it made you feel hot. You could just combust on the spot. But of course, you didn’t admit it was new when he asked if it was, making a lie that you didn’t realize you still have that dress. 

That day also made you think that, just maybe, you had a chance with him. See, you remember what he wore the first day you saw him. He was wearing a Rangoon green polo; well, it was a well-fitted polo. You’re still unsure about the color, given that you just obsessed about it and searched for hours in the hues and shades of green that day. He also had sunglasses on, but you didn’t get a good look at them because the moment he saw you walking on your pavement, he quickly got rid of it and approached you while smiling. 

And as you see yourself smiling like a fool while remembering that day, you realize maybe that day sealed your fate already. But the buzzing of your phone cut your thoughts as your friends all voted for you to wear a dress. Making you remember the goal of tonight’s plan, stop thinking about Aaron Hotchner. 

Your date is a hot man. If you were in the mood for sex, you might jump his bones to end your dry spell. This is not a denial of the fact that you were in the mood for sex because, technically, you are, just not with the man in front of you. And maybe one more reply of saying what and I’m sorry I didn’t hear that, and your hot date would also know that your mind is floating to someone. Floating to someone serious-looking, big, hot, FBI, and most definitely your neighbor.

At this point, you have given up trying not to think about Aaron. Maybe when the date ends, you could say sorry to your friends and then thank them for doing this for you. You could also ask them to help you make a move on Aaron because, apparently, he’s in your head no matter what distraction you put yourself with. When you entered the place, you tried to imagine what restaurant Aaron would choose. Does he prefer a casual dinner? Would you be riding in his car while talking about your day to each other? Does he like the food you love? Would he wear a suit? Does he talk about his friends or work when on a date? Would he tell Jack about your date? Does he end a date by dropping you home and kissing you goodnight? Or maybe he would invite himself in and stay with you for the night?  

As the minute passes, you answer all your questions by imagining different scenarios of how your date would go. So, with a smile, kiss on the cheek, and goodbye, you entered your home to do the same repetitive way you end your night. But as you take your clothes off, you realize that somehow, what was first to be an evening you looked forward to turned out to be a night you just wanted to end. Wearing only your underwear, you flopped your body in your bed and exhaled loudly. You could not stop thinking of him at all. And no denial method of yours could get you to stop imagining a date with him. So maybe it would be better to just be honest with your feelings? Maybe you could ask your friends for advice. 

Picking up the phone, ready to tell them everything, you got a message from the man you were trying to avoid by all means.

Aaron Hotchner.

Prepare? What does he mean by that? Does he-

About to reply to Aaron that he sent you the wrong message, you look to your right and realize that the window is wide open. The window where you first saw how hot your neighbor is is freaking open. Rushing to close it, you checked if he was still there. How long has he seen you walking around in your room in a towel? 

Did he see you twirling and posing earlier while holding your underwear? 

Did he see everything? 

Mouth opening and mind flooding with questions, you realize what the hell just happened. 

The hot neighbor you’ve been crushing on has seen you posing in front of the mirror while holding your underwear and checking yourself out.

He saw you.

In your underwear.

And if this isn’t the most embarrassing night of your life, maybe finding a new place is the right answer to all your maybe’s. 

Endnote | now that i have dropped this, i will now contemplate how the hell i’m going to continue this but anywhore tysm for reading this!

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[scarletcomalies]

love’s fiery trials

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Word count: 7,760

Warnings: +18 content, smut, angst, jealousy, possessiveness, toxic behavior, manipulation, slapping, hair pulling, punishment, tying, edging, ice play, wax play, knife play, blood kink, choking chain, strap on (r. receiving), fluff at the end.

Ever since she first laid eyes on you, she yearned for your presence, and now that she finally had you, she vowed to never let anything or anyone to take away who was hers. For that reason, she struggled with an overpowering sense of jealousy. It was an inherent part of her personality, and she constantly endeavored to manage and suppress those feelings.

Your phone vibrated when you were just having lunch with Wanda. It was a message from Natasha, where she was inviting you —or rather— demanding you to go to a drag show that would take place at 8 p.m.

Upon hearing the buzzing sound, she immediately glanced at your phone screen. It was a habitual action that didn't particularly bother you, as you had grown accustomed to it. That was the very least of your worries when it came to her possessive demeanor.

When she saw it was Natasha, she looked at you, raising an eyebrow, "A drag show? Do you want to go?" She asked, as you probably already knew how she really felt about Natasha. She couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy, but she wasn't gonna let this consume her. "Whatever you want, dear, you're always free to do what you want." She added, defensively.

"Yes," you confirmed. "It's a party. There will be drag queens, drinks, and the best music from the pop divas!" You commented excitedly.

Her heart started beating faster, "That's nice. You should go if you want to," she reiterated. She seemed a little bit anxious as well, but she wouldn't express it. You wanted to go, and she didn't want to engage in a dispute about it. Therefore, she felt compelled to acknowledge that you were entitled to maintain friendships.

"Thank you, baby!" You exclaimed happily. She understood the significance it held for you, and in an attempt to provide reassurance —both to you and herself— she wholeheartedly expressed her acceptance if you ever wanted to go out and enjoy yourself.

It was 6 p.m. by the time your best friend had texted you, so you took a hot shower, did your makeup, your hair, and put on some accessories. The only thing missing was the stunning dress you chose to wear tonight.

She came in the room just when you were adding the last details to your makeup, "You look so good!" She complimented you. She couldn't help but proud whenever she looked at you. You truly looked remarkable. Well, in her eyes, you always appeared extraordinary.

"Thank you, darling," you replied with a big smile.

As you slipped into the dress, she widened her eyes in surprise. It was noticeably shorter than she expected, but she didn't want to come across as insecure when addressing it. Nevertheless, she still wanted to express her observation in a way that didn't undermine her own confidence.

"Are you sure you want to go in that? I mean, it's a little short," she questioned. She didn't mean this as an insult, she just didn't want you to go in that dress. There would be a lot of girls out there, so many people, and she didn't want them to stare at you.

"Oh, it's not that short," you countered, completely unaware of it.

"If you go like this, some people may stare at you, you know?" She was trying to warn you about it. She had no intention of bringing up any other matter, wanting to avoid any appearance of jealousy. Her only focus was caring for you and ensuring your safety from those other eyes.

"Don't worry, at parties like the ones I go to, there's no need to panic," you rubbed her shoulder.

"If this is what you want, I can't really stop you," she sighed, with a warm smile. Even if it hurt her inside, you liked this outfit, you seemed so confident and happy she didn't want to ruin it. "Enjoy the party, babe," she leaned in and kissed lips tenderly.

"I will, honey," you replied, hugging her waist.

As soon as you embraced her, she tensed up, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions.

"Just, please, don't wear it," she insisted. She wasn't feeling happy about the possibility of you being there with other people, wearing that dress. "Please, wear something else, dear, please," she added, with a hint of desperation in her tone. She was determined not to let the matter go. She was prepared to persistently speak out her concerns and make her point heard.

"Are we doing this... again?" You sighed, tinged with frustration as you refused to engage in another argument over trivial matters that shouldn't undermine the profound love you had for Wanda.

"Yes! I-it's way too short!" She repeated, this time sounding more upset. "Please don't go dressed like this, they will look at you."

"I can't control what other people look," you argumented. "That doesn't take away my right to wear what I want."

"Oh, yeah? Then what, would you go in a bikini to the party, then?" She questioned, as she looked at you with a serious expression on her face. It seemed like she was presenting the worst-case scenario. By discussing this particular issue, she aimed to test whether there was a line or limit in your choices, or if you truly didn't care or had any boundaries when it came to your outfits.

"Maybe! Maybe I would do it!" You challenged her. "If they find me attractive, they would be staring even if I was wearing a hoodie and pants."

"Then, fine. I dare you to go in a bikini," she crossed her arms. She resorted to this approach as it seemed to be the only way she knew how to convey her true emotions and make you understand how deeply she felt for the entire situation.

"I don't want to!" You countered. "That's the whole point. I don't want to wear a longer dress and I don't want to wear a bikini. Only I get to decide that."

"Do you really have no limits to what you're wearing?" Her voice took on a tone of increased distress. She was truly taken over by her own thoughts. The misery and self-loathing she experienced were overwhelming, as she detested the negative mindset she found herself in. "Tell me you're joking, please, I'm begging you."

"It's not that short of a dress. It's just barely six centimeters above my knees!" You exclaimed. "You're acting like I will go naked to the party!"

"And you're acting like a..." she stopped herself before she could even say what she was thinking. She was seething with fury, not directed towards you, but at the situation itself. She was infuriated with herself for being unable to control the overwhelming emotions of jealousy, the insatiable need for attention and love. The mere suggestion of going naked there seemed utterly absurd to her, and yet, she couldn't escape the grasp of these irrational thoughts. "Fine, wear whatever you want. I don't care!" She resignedly accepted.

"All right," you simply responded. "I'm leaving now, Natasha already came to pick me up."

"Please, go and have fun, and be safe there," she uttered those words, not wanting to hear any further discussion on the matter. Overwhelmed by a profound sense of guilt, she believed she had portrayed herself as the villain. She despised being consumed by such negative emotions and realized she had made a significant mistake.

As you left the house, annoyance seeped through your thoughts. You considered the possibility of simply changing your dress, however, you quickly realized that such an action would open the door for her to assert control over you even more. It was a pattern that had already occurred before: she would gradually disapprove of you attending parties, and then restrict your interactions with friends. You had set a boundary, and it was crucial to maintain it in order to preserve your autonomy.

Wanda, on the other hand, wanted to stop you from leaving through that door. The mere thought of it startled her, as she realized she was displaying behavior she promised you she would never engage in again. She knew she had already made it clear that she wouldn't prevent you from going, and she intended to stick to her word.

"Hey, girl!" You greeted Natasha happily as soon as you entered the car. It only took your best friend's presence for you to forget everything that tormented you, this was not the exception.

"Heey!" She looked at you, with that warm expression on her face. "You look absolutely stunning!" With the most genuine smile adorning her face, it was evident that she was not lying. You could feel the sincerity in her expression, affirming that she genuinely believed you looked wonderful.

"Oh, and you look more than gorgeous. Look at those curls, and that dress! Wow!" You praised her back, hoping she would feel as beautiful as she made you feel with her kind words.

"I'm so glad you're here," she commented.

"Of course! I couldn't miss a drag show and Lady Gaga music for anything, could I?" You replied. "Can we go now?"

She simply giggled, and started the car.

After a few minutes of driving, you reached your destination, and as Natasha parked the car, she observed the immense size of the venue. It was large enough to accommodate a substantial crowd. Both of you were filled with excitement and anticipation for the night ahead.

As the evening unfolded, it turned out to be truly amazing. You indulged in various appetizers, enjoyed captivating performances by talented drag queens, and found amusement in Natasha's drunk state. Since you weren't a fan of alcohol, you opted for Coca Cola instead, allowing you to savor the night in your own way.

Wanda's emotional state took a sharp downturn, as she found herself consumed by sadness. A multitude of thoughts raced through her mind, as regret washed over her, wishing she hadn't allowed you to leave. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her conscience.

"What have I done? How could I have let her go like that? Stupid!" She muttered to herself, her tears a testament to the turmoil within.

As the clock struck 2 a.m., the once vibrant space now held only remnants of the night's revelry. Natasha had disheveled hair, her makeup was all messed up, and the way she had her head over her crossed arms resting on the bar were signs of the lively evening that had taken place.

"Nat, it's time to leave," you urged, gently taking her arm and placing it around your shoulder, intending to help her in standing and walking. However, you soon realized that she was not going to cooperate as expected. "Damn it, you're heavy."

"Pfffft, I'm not thaaaaat big! Come on!" She resisted your attempt to help her stand properly, instead clinging onto you while letting out laughter. Despite her funny demeanor, it was evident that she was in no condition to remain at the place any longer.

"Come on, Nat! I can't take you to the car on my own!" You protested.

She was laughing again, "Oh come ooooon! You're strongggg, you can handle me!" She surrounded your neck with her arms, implying that you should carry her. You were aware that it wasn't a viable option. She was heavier than she looked.

You suddenly heard a distinct laughter that caught your attention. Glancing around, your gaze met with a woman sitting across you at the bar, leisurely sipping her drink. She had captivating blue eyes, complemented by her brown hair, and exuded an air of elegance with her sophisticated attire.

"Hey, if you're just gonna laugh and not help, then fuck off!" You groaned.

The suddenness of your words had taken her by surprise, leaving her in disbelief that someone would talk to her like that, especially a complete stranger. "Hey, watch your language!"

"Then don't laugh, I'm having a hard time here," you replied, quite offended.

"I-I'm so sorry," the woman walked towards you, extending her help by gently placing Natasha's arm around her, offering support. Her actions were both unexpected and kind, leaving you with a twinge of guilt for the earlier thoughts you had about her.

"Thank you so much, I truly appreciate your help," you expressed gratefully, as you began to make your way towards the car. She smiled in response.

When you opened the car door and successfully got Natasha into the passenger seat, a sigh of relief escaped from both of you. The weight of the challenging situation began to lift.

"She got a little bit drunk, right?" She commented, a little bit amused.

"Oh, for sure just a little bit," you chuckled. "I apologize for not asking earlier, but what's your name?"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eleanor Bishop," she introduced herself with a genuine smile. From her countenance, it was evident that she possessed a remarkable kindness and generosity towards others. "And you?"

"I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself. "And, Eleanor Bishop as in, Bishop security?" You asked, curiously.

"The one and only!" She exclaimed, with a big smile on her face.

"This is hilarous! I know your daughter, Kate. And her girlfriend Yelena, she's actually this one's sister," you commented, pointing to Natasha, who was sound asleep in the tilted backwards passenger seat.

"Oh, it's such a small world, isn't it?! Full of boundless coincidences that connect people in this vast world," Eleanor exclaimed, her smile filled with genuine surprise and delight.

"Indeed," completely taken aback, you found yourself in agreement with Eleanor, astounded by how beautifully she described the whole situation that took place. "You're such a cool mom, given that you're here at a drag show."

Eleanor proudly replied, "Yes, I like to think so," her words resonated with a profound love and immense pride for her daughter. She took the role of motherhood with dedication and care, even if it meant maintaining a certain level of strictness through rules and teachings. "I hope Kate thinks the same," she expressed, eagerly anticipating the validation of their strong bond and the mutual admiration they held for one another.

"I'm totally sure she does!" You agreed, "Well, Miss Bishop, I'm actually thrilled to meet you."

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you as well!" Eleanor's friendly tone held genuine warmth. Her willingness to engage in conversation and her open-mindedness spoke volumes about her character. "And you can call me Eleanor, if you feel like it."

"Thank you, Eleanor," you replied, a hint of gratitude laced in your words. "I genuinely hope our paths cross again soon. And I'm so sorry for having insulted you at the bar. It was thoughtless of me," as you spoke, a tinge of embarrassment took over you at the fact that you had insulted none other than Eleanor Bishop, the CEO of Bishop Security and Kate's mother.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it!" She comforted you. However, she thought it was nice to see that you were willing to apologize. She held a deep admiration for those who were not afraid to take responsibility for their actions.

"I gotta go, I have to drop my friend off at her house and I have to get home," you anticipated. "Please take care and get home safely."

"Absolutely!" Eleanor responded wholeheartedly. "If you ever need any help, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here for you, always," her friendly smile conveyed a great kindness that you couldn't help but feel deeply grateful. "Please do me a favor and send me a text once you and your friend arrive safely at home," she requested, her concern for your well-being evident in her words.

She handed you her business card, and you let out a soft chuckle. It was amusing to consider that she carried these cards with her wherever she went.

"Count on it!" You said. "Goodbye, Eleanor."

"Goodbye!" she responded, and she started to walk away.

Her graceful walk transmitted a captivating power and elegance, akin to that of a true queen in this planet. The encounter had grown a lasting impression onto you, and you felt incredibly grateful for having crossed paths with such an extraordinary woman. In that moment, you realized that you had met not just a kind stranger, but a potential friend.

When you arrived to Natasha's house, it took you forever to get her inside by your own this time. You found yourself grappling with her weight as you supported her by looping her arms around your neck and practically drag her inside. Eventually, you managed to guide her to the couch, where you gently settled her down, in a side position. You also placed a small bucket next to her in case she woke up with a sudden need to throw up, which was a fact that it would happen.

"No way in hell I'm taking you upstairs," you glanced at Natasha, who lay soundly asleep. There was no point in saying it out loud if she couldn't hear you anyway.

As the situation demanded, you had to take Natasha's car to drive back home. You felt worried as you considered how Wanda might react to your late arrival. The clock nearing 2:45 a.m.

Deep down, you knew she would be incredibly upset. You were hoping with all your might that Wanda would be sleeping, but that also was far from reality. She could never go to bed in peace knowing that you were somewhere outside at this hour.

No sooner had you stepped into the house than you were greeted with Wanda's furious demeanor.

"Where the fuck have you been?" She sounded concerned, frustrated, and tired, making it clear that she had been anxiously awaiting for you to come back home.

"I'm sorry, I had to drive Natasha to her house. She was so drunk," you explained.

"And at this hour?" She exclaimed. The weight of her disapproval was palpable.

"I... I... I lost track of time," you justified.

Your phone vibrated in your bag, making your gaze shifting momentarily to the screen when you took it out. It was a reply from Eleanor Bishop, to the message you had sent earlier when you had safely parked Natasha's car.

"Who are you texting on your phone?!" She questioned.

"No one... a woman I met at the bar who turned out to be Kate's mom," you explained. "She helped me get Natasha into the car."

"What?! And you're talking to her?" Her eyes widened, in shock and disbelief. "You are texting another woman, at this hour?!" She repeated, the tone of her voice turned aggressive.

"Well, she asked me to let her know me and Natasha were home safe!" You really did not want to start another dispute about something as simple as that. "I did so and she just replied."

"I see, I see... let me see those messages," she ordered you, and proceeded to snatch your phone from your hands.

— Hi! It's me! My friend and I are home safe and sound. And I hope you are too. Thanks for your help again.

Eleanor Bishop: I'm glad! I'm also home. As I said before, you can always reach out for help... or well, for anything. Have a good night!

Wanda's expression turned cold as she evaluated the messages on your phone, her eyes scanning every word.

After reading the message in its entirety, she handed the phone back to you, her anger still palpable. The gesture was far from any hint or forgiveness, indicating that her anger had not subsided, "I don't want you to talk to her again. Never again. Understood?"

"Oh, first the dress, now the woman," you protested.

Wanda's eyes pierced right into yours, brimming with disbelief.

"What did you expect?" She exclaimed, her words manifesting true anger. "You can't just do as you please. It's not about the dress or you talking to a woman, it's about respect for our relationship."

"I respected you, Wanda!" You immediately countered, indignant at what was coming out of her mouth. "I didn't even drink any alcohol, I rejected every single person who even tried to get close to me, I...—"

"You respected me?" She repeated your words, "And how about talking to another woman behind my back, at three in the morning, isn't that disrespect?" She questioned, crossing her arms. "Did you ask me if you could talk to another woman, huh?"

"Listen to what you're saying! It makes absolutely no sense!" The more you argued with your girlfriend, the more your patience was wearing thin. "There's at least a twenty year age gap between her and me, do you think she'd be into someone the same age as her daughter?"

"Oh, but if she was interested, would you go for it?" She had been so worried about you the whole night that even the slightest inconvenience would be enough to infuriate her. The timing of the message couldn't have been more unfortunate. "No, it's not acceptable, and if you do something like that again, if you do something that's not acceptable again, there will be consequences for you." She threatened you with a look and tone of voice that sounded really intimidating.

In that moment of frustration and irritation, you felt a surge of defiance. "Watch me," you retorted, your voice trembled with exasperation.

You took out your phone, and started texting Eleanor back, fueling the fire within you to regain a sense of control, even if it meant further provoking Wanda.

Wanda's anger indeed intensified when she noticed what you were doing. She fell silent, her fists clenched, and her disapproving gaze locked onto you. "Don't you dare," she yelled. "If you contact her again, it will be the last mistake of your life."

— Thank you! It was truly a pleasure to meet someone as cool of a mom and compassionate of a person as yourself. I hope you have a restful night and sweet dreams.

Wanda's anger reached a boiling point as she snatched the phone from your hand and read the message. The furious expression on her face intensified, and it was clear that something inside her had snapped.

"I see," but her tone was so calm, it could not be something good at all. "You really want to make me mad, is that it?"

"No, I want to remind you that you don't have power over me or my decisions," you confidently replied.

"Don't I?" She snorted with q sarcastic laugh, with a look of indignation. "You'll see that i do have that power over you, that power to make you regret it." Her eyes were staring at you, to say that she was furious would be an understatement at this point.

"Yeah. Whatever. I'll go sleep. I hope you calm down by tomorrow," you were truly scared, but you didn't let that show and instead decided to be disdainful at her threats.

Wanda stood there, watching you walk towards the room, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the anger inside her was overpowering.

The words you had spoken pierced her mind, and they infuriated her to the core. It was unfathomable to her that her loving and caring sweetheart could be capable of such behavior. She couldn't simply let this slide. She was starting to think, that maybe, she should be doing something worse than just threaten you.

You sat alone in the room you shared with Wanda, feeling a extreme disappointment. The events of the evening had stirred up familiar feelings of jealousy and possessiveness within Wanda, reminding you of past instances when her insecurities had caused friction in your relationship. It ranged from trivial situations like a stranger's friendly smile to more significant issues like Wanda attempting to limit your interactions with friends, especially Natasha, whom she considered a threat to her place in your heart.

Thankfully, your girlfriend had made a significant progress in managing her jealousy after realizing the negative impact it had on you. You appreciated her efforts to change and the strides she had made. However, tonight's outburst had left you feeling disheartened and apprehensive, fearing that the dark days of intense fights might resurface.

You were taking off your dress... this stupid dress, when Wanda opened the door of your room.

Wanda walked inside, she was quiet and she was looking pretty serious. "Did you ever respect our relationship?" She questioned.

As you exhaled deeply, frustration coursed through your veins. You had gone to great extents to understand and empathize with Wanda's insecurities, constantly reassuring her of the unconditional love and commitment you held for the redhead. However, it seemed that no matter what you did, it was never enough to dispel her doubts.

"Wanda, drop the topic already," you summoned all your patience not to explode in tears and scream at her. "I just want to sleep."

"Do you know how much you hurt me?" She insisted, with much fury and bitterness. "Did you even care about us, even a little bit?"

"I know what you're trying to do. It's not gonna work," you simply stated. "You're trying to manipulate and gaslight me, for me to apologize for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Well, I'm NOT sorry."

"How could you even say that? If i wanted to manipulate you, trust me, I would find better ways!" She said, referring to her powers. She was so close, you could tell that the least thing could trigger her.

"Whatever you're doing, then. It's not gonna work against me," you were all too familiar eith Wanda's tactics of manipulation. There was no need of her powers, she had a innate knack for twisting situations to make you feel responsible for things that were not your fault at all. In the past, her mastery of manipulation had often led you to apologize, nevertheless, you had grown somehow immune to her attempts at manipulation.

She stared at you intently as you moved towards the vanity, her aggression still palpable in the air. The whole situation had clearly ignited a deep anger within her, and it was evident that any attempts to divert the conversation would only intensify it.

"Look at me," she demanded, stepping closer to you. Her tone was forceful and unyielding, leaving no room for evasion. "Don't try to change the subject. I'm asking you a question, and you will give me an answer."

"I do care about us, and I have respected it. It's not my problem if you think otherwise because of stupid scenes you create in your head," you did what she asked, you answered her question.

"Stupid scenes?!" She shouted. "Don't try to minimize what you did, you are so disrespectful, and you don't even notice it, you don't even realize that!" She really looked like she was about to hit you. "Just so there is no misunderstanding, I AM NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU."

"Oh, what am I gonna dooo?! Wanda won't forgive me for nothing I didn't even apologize for!" I said sarcastically.

And so she did.

A searing sensation erupted as Wanda's hand connected with your cheek through a forceful slap, causing you to fall to the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through your body, it felt as if the world momentarily spun around you, the disorienting mix of physical pain and emotional sorrow leaving you speechless.

"You know perfectly well what I'm going to do," her tone of voice was cold, aggressive and threatening. "You will be reminded of who I am," she warned you.

Getting up from the ground, a surge of determination coursed through every cell of your body. You refused to let Wanda's unjust actions diminish your own strength.

Your voice quivered slightly, "No, Wanda. I won't let you treat me this way. I've done nothing wrong, and you know it."

As Wanda's laughter filled the room, a cold chill ran down your spine. It was as if your words not only meant nothing to her... they amused her.

She came close to you, grabbed a fistful of your hair and aggressively led you towards the bed. The force with which she threw you took you by surprise, leaving you momentarily stunned. She was usually very loving, and very sweet, but you just made her so mad, she really didn't like it, and now it was your fault.

She reached out for something in the bedside drawer, and subsequently, she grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head to tie them with a rope.

She was kissing you very harshly, and you weren't able to do anything, you just corresponded to the kiss accepting the fate that was awaiting you. She really didn't like it when you were doing this and when you just didn't take her seriously, you just made her so mad.

"I am going to punish you so good," she simply anticipated you, as she kept kissing you.

In the midst of your anger and frustration, Wanda's kisses managed to momentarily distract you. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, a connection that transcended every disagreement that may arise.

Her lips descended to your neck, maybe even more aggressive now, for you could feel her biting from time to time as she made sure to mark it as she pleased. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper of pain when it became too aggressive.

"Shut up," she said, as soon as she heard you. She seemed so happy and so pleased with what she was doing. She loved being in control of the situation, now you were so weak, so vulnerable, and she just kept torturing you.

Then, her mouth went down to your breasts, and you realized this was going to become even more painful, as it was a sensitive area that she was going to deal with.

She took one nipple and put it in her mouth, sucking so hard, so harshly, while she was pinching the other. Just so she wouldn't reprimand you again, you turned your tied hands into fists and shut tight your eyes to help yourself from emitting even the most insignificant sound.

She was so delighted by her current action, that even when her mouth was starting to grow tired, she refused to stop. She loved the idea of inflicting pain in you and not even having the compassion of letting you express yourself.

"I have something special, one of the many things I want to use on you," she said as soon as she pulled away.

She opened the drawer, and took out a blindfold. She wanted to try this, and she knew you'd like it. She then put the blindfold on you and you felt her absence of a brief moment. Through your hearing, you realized she opened the door and left the room, however, she came back in just a minute.

You eventually felt an incredibly cold sensation in between your chest, as you let out a gasp of surprise.

"Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed. Out of all the things, you never imagined she would do this, oh but it would be a vile lie to say that you loved when she tried new things on you.

The frigid touch of ice against your skin numbed any area it touched, causing an intense, biting sensation. It was burning you, but at the same time, your body's natural instinct to protect itself kicked in, as goosebumps formed on your skin.

And it only increased when Wanda displaced the ice cube all over your abdomen, down to your legs and thighs, in a slow pace that made it all more and more unbearable. It felt like a thousand needles piercing your skin, sending sharp jolts of pain shooting through your nerves.

She finally went up to your abdomen and then up your chest again. You could also feel the hotness of her breath so you knew she was doing it with her mouth.

When she finished, her hand moved closer to you and it started to caress your leg slowly, she was going torturing slow, and you could feel how this was very intense for her, she was enjoying this so much.

You felt two of her fingers enter you slowly, and it felt as if a cascade of splendid sensations ensued. It was a pure and simple pleasure, like a gentle embrace. The tingling sensation, the relaxation of your muscles, it all merged into a satisfying experience.

"Mmmm..." you mumbled.

"Are you feeling good, love?" She inquired. Even though you were impeded from seeing her, a warm smile adorned her face. It was too bad you couldn't see the sweet and caring look she was dedicating towards you.

Her pace slowly grew. She knew you wanted this, and she was feeling amazing while doing it as she was also so much into it. Her eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel her piercing gaze even if you were kilometers apart from her.

She was making you feel so amazing and good, as she suddenly added a third finger whilst she increased her pace. That was so unexpected that you let out a huge moan.

She smiled at your reaction, for she loved how you felt, and she also loved how your voice sounded. She felt so turned on, both by the sight that was before her, and the sounds you were making.

"Mmmm, Wanda, I think I'm...—"

"Oh? You're close?" She said with a smirk as she kept her pace.

The relief of her touch was capable to ignite your body's capacity to experience pleasure and find solace in the embrace of her fingers thrusting you deliciously. You were so close to feel it at its fullest expression when...

She pulled away in a teasing manner. All the satisfaction you were feeling at that moment, was nothing compared to the satisfaction Wanda felt when she did that merciless act of cruelty.

"Wanda... why the hell was that?" You exclaimed, growing desperate in a matter of seconds.

"Did someone just get frustrated?" She took the blindfold off you, just so you could see there was a huge smile on her face and her eyes were sparkling as well. She would not complain about a single second from all this.

"No, please, come back! Finish what you started!" You practically commanded her when she got out from the way. She arched an eyebrow, as a way to laugh at your attempt of giving her an order. "Please... I want you," you pleaded. "I could never dare to want someone else that isn't you."

She felt pretty satisfied by the fact that she didn't have to ask... you were already begging.

It only took just a little stimulation from her part to have you exactly where she wanted. Given how you were acting before, all confident, she expected at least a little more resistance. It was almost pathetic.

"Mhmm... what else?" She purred.

"Only you know how to please me, and touch me. Only you know what's best for me."

"That's right, baby. Mommy knows best," she agreed, with a very loving tone. "But you have to wait."

She grabbed your waist, and with a swift movement, positioned you all on four. Leaving you all exposed to her.

"Mmm, you look so pretty like that, baby," she praised you. Her gaze caressed your body, and she felt immediately captivated by your beauty. Every curve, every contour, every inch of your being held a profound allure to her. It was as if her eyes were tracing the lines of a masterpiece, each stroke deliberate and filled with admiration.

When you heard she went away from you, probably to get something else, you took a deep breath, prepared for whatever was coming. You were so willing to do whatever it took for Wanda to have pity of you and please you like you deserved.

She then began to pour some wax on your back, making you let out a whimper, both of surprise and of pain.

The initial contact sent a jolt of agony, making you acutely aware of every nerve of your being that screamed in protest. It was very painful, but it was still a good type of painful. Despite the fact that you were whimpering, Wanda knew... oh, she knew.

"I love to hear that, keep on taking the pain, you love every bit of it," she encouraged you.

She then entered you with just a few inches of her fingers, just a few inches, and she kept a very slow pace... torturing you, killing you, while she kept pouring the wax on your back with her other hand.

You eventually started crying. You really needed her. You desperately needed for her to finish what she started. But by the way she was behaving, it was a long time coming for that to happen.

The heat from the wax quickly spread, all across your back, intensifying the pain as it seeped deeper into your skin. The sensation was sharp, unrelenting, and seemed to magnify with each breath you took. However, in the midst of all the torture, you still found yourself enjoying the beauty of it all. The pain held a certain rawness and vulnerability that stirred something deep within.

She then blew the candle, and threw it somewhere, not caring if it broke, as if it fulfilled its only purpose so it no longer served her.

She turned you around, leaving you laying on your back again, she seemed so satisfied with the mess that she made you. Such a crying mess, needy for her touch.

"Please," you repeated weakly.

You felt a sharp cut on the inner corner your breast, and immediately felt the hot red liquid come out. You widened your eyes at that sudden action, but again, she knew... oh, she always knew.

Whenever you felt her hot tongue against your burning skin, as you stared in awe at the sight of her beautiful lips holding some drops of your blood... she was fully aware you never were able resist it. She was eager to reach your limit.

And so, you noticed how she approached the cut and with her mouth, she tasted the blood.

You really needed her, your cunt was throbbing and every inch of your body seemed to plead for her to have compassion.

"Oh, you are really a good example of what a good girl should be, aren't you?" She looked at you with innocent eyes, her mouth had blood in it, but she didn't seem to mind.

"PLEASE!" You shouted.

She then decided to put her fingers on the side of her mouth to wipe off the blood, "What makes you think you have earned it, huh?"

She did another cut, this time on your lower abdomen... really close to where you needed her the most. And again, she started to move her tongue around the cut she made.

"Damn it," you sighed. You weren't sure if you could have more of it. She knew exactly which points of your being to reach so you could have no choice but surrender to her.

You felt the coldness of the knife cut your inner thigh, and Wanda repeated the same process. She was so close, so close to your weak point.

"I need you..." you cried out, "Come on... I don't know how much of this I can take," I said. "Please."

"Is this you begging? Has mommy done enough?" She asked in a teasing tone, but she seemed really happy with that.

"I'm begging you," you said. "I'm begging you. You're the only one I want, the only one I need."

She then succumbed, she wasn't able to help herself when she heard all of this.

She looked at you and you saw the most satisfied expression you had ever seen on anyone, she was feeling so good right now, and she wanted to give you a reward for having made her feel so delighted with all your crying and pleading.

She went to the wardrobe again and she began to look for it. It was something special mommy had for you.

She put on a strap on, but it was a different one than the one she used on previous ocassions.

"Oh! Is that why you were warming me up?" You said, noticing it was bigger and thicker than anything you had ever seen before.

"Yes... is that a problem?" She questioned as she gave you a little wink.

"No, not at all," considering how desperate you were, you were willing to take anything, no matter how much it hurt, you needed her, you needed her so bad.

She moved a little bit closer to you now, "I can see you really know me, don't you?" She then said with a huge smile on her face, "You should know this is not all," she reached out to the drawer and pulled out a choking chain. She wasn't going to give you what you wanted just like that, you needed to endure just a little bit of pain if you really wanted it. And you truly wanted it, so you nodded as a sign to tell her that you would do anything if that meant she would finish what she started.

She positioned herself between your legs, took your tied wrists and lifted you so you could sit in her lap. She let go off you a little, so that, you could lower yourself and feel the tip of the huge strap entering you.

You moaned, so loud and so satisfied that you didn't care if you woke up the whole neighborhood. It was as if every cell in your body danced with joy, grateful for the exquisite pleasure that it brought.

"You are feeling it, aren't you?" She said with a sly smile. "Take your time, baby. I can wait."

You lowered yourself little by little. It still hurt, but thanks to the stretching up from earlier, and because you were all worked up, you could take it all in a matter of a few seconds.

"Oh, my darling... I'm really proud of you," she admired you with awe and adoration. With the marks that she had left in your skin, you became the embodiment of a living work of art in her eyes.

As soon as you got the whole strap inside of you, she positioned you under her so she could do all the work for you. You endured hells for it to happen, and it was just fair for her to reward you.

She started moving very slowly, but when she noticed how well you were taking her, she realized that she could gradually quicken her pace, while supporting herself with one hand as the other pulled the choking chain.

Her face was so close to you. You noticed how her pupils dilated and her eyes turned into an even darker shade of green, it was a clear sign that she was enjoying the sight before her, just your body in motion while she did her best to please you.

The way she moved, with fluidity and grace, was a testament to the beauty inherent in every gesture she made. It was as if she was a living sculpture, brought to life with a touch of divinity. You were so lucky to have her, and she was lucky to have you.

"Do you want me to go even harder?" Her raspy voice made itself present. Your moans and the way you said her name were music to her ears, and she needed to hear more of it.

You nodded.

She kept the fast pace, but her thrusts became more intense, adding way more force, making the bed make even more noise than it already was.

"Mmmm... I think I'm—" you said, barely formulating the sentence because you were occasionally being interrupted by your own moans.

"Go on... you are doing great!" Wanda encouraged you, pulling the choking chain even more. Her voice sounded more like a sigh, since she was covered in sweat and was moving so intensely she felt exhausted, but she wasn't going to stop, she wanted to please you.

"AAAAAHHHH!" You screamed as you finally came. It was an unmatched sensation, and only Wanda managed to make it unique every single time.

She stared at you. You looked so pretty, all marked and sweaty as your chest rose and fell in an attempt to recover your breath. What a masterpiece you were to her.

"How do you feel?" She asked, as she looked at you. She was also breathing very hard. This punishment had really exhausted her, and after you had realized that she wasn't going to do anything worse than what she had already done, maybe you were starting to relax too, and maybe you were starting to understand why she was so upset, before.

"I'm tired, mommy," you said. You proceeded to take the bedsheets and cover yourself. They were completely blood-soaked, however, you were too sleepy to mind. Wanda always managed to clean them and make them look as good as new.

She imitated your action, and got into the bed with you. Subsequently, with a small movement of her hand, she moved the switch so that the light was off. When there was still light invading the room, you both realized that it was already sunrise.

She took you into her arms, cuddling you, and then, she delicately held your chin with her fingers and made you look up.

She kissed you very affectionately, while she was caressing your cheeks with her slim fingers. She was trying to calm you down and to help you relax, because you really needed to, you had been punished so rough.

"I'm sorry, baby. I had to make you learn your lesson about treating me with such a lack of respect," she apologized when she pulled away from you, still breathing a little heavily.

"I'm sorry," you responded. You still hadn't changed your mind about not letting her control you, but it seemed right just to apologize for not being comprehensive enough.

"Oh, no, don't worry about that," she countered, smiling at you. "I was just a little bit angry, but it's done already," she seemed to be very happy, and she gave you one of her special affectionate kisses.

To her, you were more than just a stunning physical form, you were a tapestry of emotions, experiences, and dreams. The way you carried yourself, the kindness in your heart, and the strength in your spirit all contributed to the captivating beauty she always saw before her. That was why she was undeniably in love with you.

"My dear love," she whispered. "All mine."

[soapoet]

Who hurt you?

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01.

Shufflemancy: Feelings by EMELINE

This connection could've been so good and had so much potential to last, if it weren't for their near Machiavellian villainy. A power couple is not a dynamic between the crème de la crème who out of the blue and without warning shifts to through their words and actions make the other feel like a foolish peasant who couldn't possibly know better. To treat another like royalty then knock the crown they themselves laid atop your head down seemingly for no reason. Never at all cautious with their words, and worst of all entirely unreceptive of any feedback. Once told they have crossed the line, instead of compassion and asking for forgiveness, the music swells as they justify and explain as though you are but a child, merely overreacting, too emotional to understand and ought to see it from their high and mighty perspective. A person supposed to love you and be worthy of your trust talking down on you from their throne, and in their eyes you see only a heart cold as ice, unrelenting and certain that criticism is a threat and must be stricken down no matter how they claim to love you in the very next breath.

Now, however, they are really feeling the void you left behind when you walked away. For many of you this departure was originally a back and forth, in which you always wound up caught in their net, then escaped, only to be pulled back again. The final time you walked out they did not even flinch, certain you would come back again as always. Time crawled onwards and you were but an echo of the past, slowly fading, and the more days and weeks that flew by the more the feeling of defeat crept up on them. They tried to run, they tried to hide, denying that they had been abandoned. They filled their days with cheer and diversion, perhaps in part to appear at ease upon your return, though mostly because your silence had become deafening and so very frightening.

They're beginning to grow uncomfortable by the tightening of the noose they placed around their own neck when they hurt you. They feel choked up, and in panic they may be lashing out and casting blame everywhere outside of them and treating others poorly. A short fuse breaking their picture perfect image as they rampage at the slightest inconvenience. Unfortunate are those who bear witness to their disgrace and dishonour, but loyal in their steadfast duty to remain at their side knowing that though they're whipped there is good left and needs cleansing to be set free. This seems written in the stars. An important lesson for them to learn and take to heart. To face their shadow boldly and cut out the pieces that serve neither them, others, or the world. A purge is happening, in which they must overcome their own terrors and transmute them to light and make right the wrongs of the past. This can take some time, but you may hear from them, but not until the apologies are sincere and forgiveness may be bestowed upon them truly.

Additional details: substance abuse, red and orange, spicy food, birds (jays and chickens in particular), pigs, hedgehogs, discord servers and other groups of people (guilds and factions, group chats, etc.), upbeat music, travelling, blocked, disgust, unhealthy push and pull, twinflame terminologies, church, large gatherings, parties, family, parents, ex partners, LDR, Capricorn/Scorpio/Aquarius/Pisces, Pluto/Mars/Moon, 4H/5H/8H, January/April/September/December.

02.

Shufflemancy: Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi

It really felt like the rug was pulled from beneath your feet. Out of nowhere, no less. You were lead to believe everything was good and fine and sudden the image shattered overnight, leaving you cornered in a room full of broken glass. Paralysed, shaking from anger and hurt and with no escape. It can seem as though your whole life was turned upside down. Like you no longer knew what or who you could trust. The burdens so much heavier on your shoulders as the whip cracks, signaling demands for you to run, run faster than ever before, with no direction other than "away". A door slammed in your face with a pocketful of change and the rains cruelly pouring down on your parade.

But, it had been alright. Right? Scrambling to figure out where things went wrong, at what part of the journey did you stumble away from the path, where did you stray? A search for answers yields only more questions to keep you up at night. Replaying the past like a favourite record, coming to find you no longer remember the lyrics and no song sounds familiar to you. What has become of this person? In your mind they are growing blurry though you hear their words so clearly. Afraid you'll forever be haunted by them and their cruel words and schemes. You look to other people who bore witness to this crime and find wolves in sheep's clothing in every previously kind smile, who now look upon you with disgust and turn away. You've never felt so alone and hopeless, forced to limp away to lick your wounds in the dark where hopefully nobody will find you and hurt you again.

Perhaps little birdies whispered in their ears, long enough to fuel any resentment held within to erupt in your face. Somebody who used to care and be so kind and promised to take care of you, suddenly switching to someone unrecognisable to you. You'll survive, I promise you this, and this ordeal will teach you greater independence so that never will you have to face something like this again. They will journey on with serpents and delude themselves into thinking they did what's right, and one day the little birdies will whisper in different ears to their demise and they will find themselves in your point of view. Perhaps then they will realise their wrongs and truly understand. By then you will be stronger and shine brighter, out in the world living a good life, and you will have the grace they did not and accept closure with no ill will. But until then it is okay for you to cry and scream of how much you hate their guts.

Additional details: Instruments, boxes, CDs and DVDs, childhood nostalgia, baby animals, creaky stairs, the smell of petrichor, rings, social work/healthcare, mental health concerns, sleepovers, long hair cut short, striped or mismatched socks, phone calls, short distance travel, siblings or cousins or other relatives your age, colleagues, brown/green eyes, trinkets/charms, exes and authority figures, Cancer/Sagittarius/Leo/Aries, Sun/Ascendant/Mercury, 4H/6H/11H, February/October/November.

03.

Shufflemancy: Famous last words by My chemical romance

This was messy from the very start. You may think now that, surely, this should never have happened at all. Retracing your steps wondering how and why and where you took this strange and awful detour. And why did it leave you so broken? At the time it was not supposed to be so serious, it was fun and games but you began losing every round. No matter the strategy you could simply never win and it was becoming no fun at all and you wanted out of the game. Yet they continued to cast the dice of your fate, and you were left hopelessly scrambling for even a semblance of stability. In fact, you were the one to provide such things, weren't you? At their lowest you dropped what you were doing to provide solutions to their problems so that they would not slip into despair. You devoted yourself to their issues, and they not at all to yours. Your grievances were inconvenient at best, frustrating and somehow a thorn in their side at worst. For some of you, this could've been a long-term friendship which came crumbling down out of the blue and left you shattered though it may have had more control of your life than you originally thought.

And after all you did, they did not choose you. Perhaps they chose another, or ran back to an old flame, like a moth towards a brighter light when they were done dimming yours through their words and actions, or lack of either. For some, their regards for you were altered or manipulated by people you could consider foes. This severance of ties was quick and left you shaken, even for those of you to whom this connection was very new still, and looking back had not been given the time to fully grow roots. Yet once it was uprooted, you took it worse than anticipated and you really were left wondering how they grew their vines around your heart and mind so fast. For many, there can be an element of extra grievance in the form of having known somebody in their quarters was a problem or a threat to your union. Like you were certain that the vultures would come to get their picking if you ever turned away for mere seconds too long, so seeing this person run into the arms of somebody you had on your radar despite their hollow reassurances could've exasperated your sense of betrayal. It is one thing to feel in your gut what could come and fear it from afar, and another to see it come to pass just as you had feared.

This was by no means an easy shift, but one which lead you to learn many important lessons. Your boundaries seem clearer now and you won't as easily let them be stepped on. Whilst you picked up the pieces left scattered on the floor, you took extra care to pick up only those that would serve you and your future. Any gossip or ill will you have directed elsewhere and chosen not to dig deeper, knowing you would only hurt yourself returning to the depths of obsession. Now you look for red flags they taught you, while they desperately search for you in those they meet, helplessly needing somebody to run their life the way you did with such tenacity and grace. There is no telling whether they ever will realise that the reason why their world falls apart every other Tuesday is because of their own words and actions, and I pity those who fall trap into the place you once called yours as it does not seem to be a position of any stability and longevity. At least you've come out of this stronger and firmer in your stance of who you want around and what you do and do not tolerate, and I applaud you for that. Should this be an old friend who one day asks for forgiveness, you may grant them that without lowering the drawbridge completely.

Additional details: sunshine, leather jacket, tinder or other dating apps, childhood friends, blonde or light brown hair, puppies, instagram, psychology, roses and sunflowers, photography, cosplay, glow ups, new adventures and experiences, growing up faster after time of hindered growth, university, book series, fandom spaces, tumblr, Scorpio/Sagittarius/Libra/Gemini, Saturn/Jupiter/Uranus/Moon, 3H/5H/9H/12H, March/July/November/December.

[tojifile]

@Dazai Osamu . . . ( ﾉ´ヮ`) ﾉ

Tags: ada!dazai, camgirl!reader, mentions of sex, suggestive, pining, cursing

A/N: Since a lot of people liked the first part I’m going to write chapter two. No, they don’t have sex. And Yes, the chapter title is a Taylor Swift reference. No, I am not a swiftie, I am a casual enjoyer. (December Mo: Hi guys, this will be my LAST post with the old style and probably the last time I’ll be doing a long, drawn-out fic. The old title was ‘Whiskey on Ice’ so that explains what I said before.)

Inspo: Mingwa’s BJ Alex. Links: Part 1 , Masterlist

Camgirl’s Crush – 💋

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to a bar with me tonight, since you did say I was such a good boy today.” Dazai whispered seductively in your ear. You felt the heat of his breath on your neck, “O- okay..” you nervously spoke. Dazai had a way of making you feel nervous at times, especially when his moves are sensual.

You’ve experienced teasing and flirting before, but when he whispers in your ear, when he pays attention to your idiosyncrasies, when he takes you out on little dates; only to disguise it as “work lunch” you feel—special.

Dazai was still holding you by the waist as you walked back to the agency to clock out. You told him that the both of you had to do it before going to the bar to which Dazai reluctantly agreed; he just wanted to make you happy. “Osamu-kun, people might make up stories if they see us together like this..”

Like he cared anyways. He chuckled at your worries, “Ah darling! You don’t need to worry about that! Pretty soon, those rumors would be true anyways, yeah?” Without thinking, you immediately respond, “yeah!”

You then realized what you just said. Your face turned red and you looked away from Dazai. “I- ‘m.. sorry.” You nervously mumbled. Dazai found your actions adorable! You were just so cute, he wanted to keep you all to himself.

Once you got to the agency, Dazai hurriedly clocked the both of you out while you waited for him downstairs. While he was upstairs, you thought of your moments with Dazai, you wanted him so bad. You’d fantasize about him during your streams and sometimes—at work. You were definitely not proud of that.

“Darling!” Dazai’s words snapped you back into reality. He ran to you then scooped you up into his arms, carrying you roughly to the bar. “Osamu!! Put me down!” You huffed.

But he didn’t, and you were happy. He almost makes you want to quit streaming. You just want to be his and you hope he wants to be yours. You just held onto him tightly, silently hoping he liked you back.

Dazai smiled softly as you held onto him tightly. He liked you like this, sweet and vulnerable. If there was one thing on his mind, it’d be if there was someone else or not, if you heard of him—IU, and if you could hear the love in him, waiting to burst.

His touchiness with you didn’t stop when you got to the bar. Not that you expected it to, but it was quite the opposite. He placed you on top of him, with your back to his chest as his bandaged arms encircled your waist.

He bought you drinks, obviously, he wanted you drunk. Dazai wanted to take advantage of his cute little coworker who may or may not be his favorite cam girl, not that he watches any other.

“Darling..” he whispered in a deep, sultry voice. “Wanna go home to my place? I’ll take care of you, I promise.” You only nodded in response. You knew you shouldn’t, you knew this couldn’t be. But you were only human, a slave to your urges. And right now, what you want is Dazai Osamu.

He gently laid you on his bed once you got to his apartment. Can you believe he carried you all the way there? It was his fault anyways, he got you so drunk!

“So cute..” he whispered underneath his breath. “‘Samu..” you called out softly. You then put your arms up, opening and closing your fists, wanting him to give you a hug. God! If you were sober this would’ve been embarrassing, acting like a fucking baby?!

“Hold me!!” You whined, to which Dazai chuckled. But he still happily complied. Taking off your shoes and sitting beside you on his bed, pulling you closer to his body. “Such a cute girl..” he whispered as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

As the clock struck 10PM he saw that there was no new livestream, but there was an announcement. But he knew you had typed this out when you were waiting for him downstairs as he clocked the both of you out. Such a sneaky girl.

There was no going back now that Dazai knew that his adorable, seemingly innocent coworker was a cam girl.

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[lunafreya24]

A Passion of Ice and Fire

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon/Cregan Stark

Chapter 5: Jace speaks to Baela about his time in Winterfell and what he discovered there. Their betrothal hangs in the balance.

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Jacaerys made the short trip to his cousin’s chambers. When he arrived, he found the door slightly ajar, with only a handmaiden inside. 

“Excuse me, have you seen the Lady Baela?” He asked her.

“She said she was going for a walk, Your Highness.” She responded sweetly.

“Thank you.” He said, leaving the room. He knew her normal route well. They had often walked it together. It was one the few times they could be fully open with each other. He walked until he found her sitting on a flat rock, looking out onto the sea. She reminded Jace of his mother so much in that moment, he knew she would make an amazing queen one day. That is if she still wished to marry him after hearing what he had to say. 

He approached her. “May I sit here?” He asked bashfully, Baela looked up at him and nodded, sliding over a little so they could share the most even part of the stone.

Jace took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “I’m sorry,” he began. 

“What for?” Baela countered. 

“For my callousness earlier today. I didn’t mean to be that way; I just didn’t know how to face you after what has happened.” 

“What do you mean Jace?” 

“While I was in Winterfell… I…. discovered something…. about myself.”

“Discovered something?"

"Yes. Something that will make see me...... differently."

"Jace, I don’t understand. Just speak plainly.” 

“I slept with another man.” Jace blurted out, shutting his eyes and feeling his cheeks flush from admitting his actions so bluntly. 

“What?” Baela questioned, in shock. 

Jace rushed to defend himself. “I did not do this to hurt you. It just…. happened. I don’t know how to explain it. I understand if you’re angry.” 

“I’m not angry. I am a bit stunned though.” she said, laughing a little. 

Jace visibly relaxed at her words. “I can understand that. I just hope this doesn’t change our friendship.” 

“Oh no, of course it doesn’t. You and I have been close friends for over a decade now. It will take much more than this to break us.” She said with confidence. 

“That’s good to hear.” Jace paused before continuing. “And what about our betrothal?”

“What of it?”

“Do you still wish to go through with it?” 

“Are my wishes anyone's concern? Do they even matter?” 

“They matter to me, Baela. My mother said she would speak with you if you were unhappy. She, of all people, understands our situation.” 

“Thank you Jace, that means a lot to me, but I think this betrothal is the best thing for everyone. And besides, our choice of spouse was never truly ours to begin with. Now our families and our legacy will be secured. We’d be far from the first royal spouses that didn’t love each other romantically. And at least we are fond of one another. I would much rather be married to a friend than any of the other possible suitors. Nothing but spoiled children fresh off of their wet nurses and fat grouses old enough to be my grandsire.” Baela relented. They shared a laugh together. Jace felt his body completely relax. Despite his worries, he had expected this kind of response from her. They both knew the importance of duty and the sad fact that marrying for true love was a privilege, not the custom. 

“You’re right. And I still wish to marry you as well. I think you will make an incredible queen one day. But I still wish for your happiness. You would be allowed to find your real love with whomever you wish." Jace said, gently taking her hand. “I only ask that you are careful who you lay with, if only for your own safety.” 

“You as well." Baela said, a touch of fear lacing her voice. "Especially after what happened to your father. Both of them.” 

“I know.” He acknowledged. They both knew the grave danger of such things. Jace sighed and rested his head on Baela’s shoulder. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the crashing of the waves against the beach. 

“Does this other man have a name?” Baela asked, breaking the silence. 

“Lord Cregan Stark.” Jace whispered, not lifting his head from her shoulder. He could feel Baela turn her head, her gaze burning right through him. 

“Lord Cregan Stark?” Baela asked, astonished. This story was getting crazier with every word. Jace picked his head up, hardly suppressing his smile after seeing Baela’s stunned expression. 

Quickly, her gaping turned into a mischievous grin. “Tell me everything!”

[iveseenstrangerthings]

coming back to you - steve harrington imagine

summary: an exes to lovers imagine in where Steve broke up with the reader over his own worries and has left the reader heartbroken and confused, but of course, where there’s a will, there’s a way...

word count: 2.6k

warnings: just a couple of swears

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Summer was slowly drawing to a close, much to your despair, and the group was ready to disband for the evening. As the countdown for back to school begins, your evenings end quicker as people head home to prepare for the school rush starting again. 

You watch as Max and Dustin fold away the camping chairs you’ve all been sitting on, “God this is depressing.” You sigh heavily, willing the night to etch out just that little while longer.

“Please don’t even mention what I think you’re going to, or I will swing you in that pool.” Lucas chips in, getting the hint that school may be snaking its way into the conversation. In defence, you hold your hands up and start to slowly get up from the camping chair, pulling the blanket from your legs and folding it up neatly. 

In this moment, you reflect on the summer you’ve had. It’s not been a great one. At the beginning of the summer, yours and Steve’s relationship crumbled away from underneath you so fast you felt you were falling fast towards a hole that you couldn’t recover from. In short, the Steve you knew at the beginning of the summer was not the Steve you had spent the last year and a half with. He was distant, he was cold, he wasn’t willing to make plans and, in all honesty, you weren’t actually shocked when he asked to call it quits. You’d assumed there was someone else, as is usually the case, so you completely cut ties with each other.  

Much to the group’s surprise, the pair of you kept coming to the group gatherings, and slowly over the summer started to show signs of your friendship thawing out from the hard layer of ice that had covered it at the start of summer. 

It started off as him offering you a lift home, with others, in the car. Then, as the curtain has started to go down on summer, he’s asking you if you want a lift on your own. He’s offering you drinks when you’re all out and he even bought you a meal at the diner last week. 

Now, as the group shuffles around quietly packing the chairs and blankets away, you catch his eyes over the dying fire. Quickly, as if embarrassed to be seen, he averts his gaze to the bag he’s covering the folded chair with. You sling the chair over your shoulder and move to the shed in Mike’s yard to put it away, but you feel a soft graze of skin move over your knuckles and you turn around. Behind you, Steve’s waiting. “Need a hand?” He offers.

You shake your head, offering a small smile at the gesture, “Thanks, but I got it.” 

Once tidied away, everyone moves around the side of the house to start making their way home and you all wave each other off and give each other a chorus of goodbyes as you split off into different directions. Mike and El slope off back to the house, Mike’s arm draped over El’s shoulders, and you turn away to start walking with a small smile. A hint of jealousy at the pair sitting in your gut, although you hate to admit it. 

Just as you start walking, you hear a voice call out from a few feet behind you. “Hey, (y/n)?” You stop and turn ever so slightly, Steve is walking slowly, his hands in his pockets, towards you, “Can I walk you home?” 

For a minute you ponder the question. You battle between letting him walk you home and allowing yourself to feel a, probably false, sense of hope for the pair of you rekindling. Or you could just shut him out completely and try your best to keep moving forward. 

He waits patiently, his whole demeanour and attitude completely different to that of the one he wore seven weeks ago. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the opportunity you’ve been craving to talk to him, one on one, about his actions and decisions. So, you reply, “Sure, I’d like the company.” 

Now that he’s had permission, he closes the gap between the pair of you and starts to walk with you away from Mike’s. 

For the first few minutes, it’s quiet. The only sounds those of your shoes on the sidewalk and the gentle breeze shaking the last of the luscious summer leaves on the trees. How you’ll miss the gorgeous colours once the season changes. 

Just as you’re getting used to the silence, Steve speaks. “Summer’s gone by quick this year, huh?”

You nod quietly back, “Sure has.” 

For a moment, you regret allowing him to walk you home. If this is what your walk is going to consist of, awkward small talk and silences, you’d rather have walked alone. A flit of anger surges through you like an electric shock and you shudder almost at its imaginary presence. The urge has almost willed you on to start up a new conversation with Steve. 

“What happened with us, Steve?” Your voice is small but firm, you want to have this conversation now and you want some answers. His silence has been overbearing for too long now. “Was there someone else? Is there someone else?”

He ponders a moment, watching as the sun dips off even further into the horizon, “No. There never has been anyone else.” He matches your firmness, and you hope he hasn’t taken your question for hostility, when all you want is clarity.

“So, what was it then?” You reply.

Again, he waits a moment before replying and you begin to think he’s doing it for dramatic effect, “I just look at you and see so much potential. I mean academic and personal potential. (y/n), you’re gonna go on to do amazing things, change the world and what not,” he pauses, and you briefly look towards him, smiling at the joke you used to share, “I want you to get out of Hawkins. I want you to explore the world and all the opportunities that I know are out there waiting for you.” You frown, trying to work out what any of this has to do with the pair of you splitting up. He continues, “But me,” he stops, but this time not for dramatic effect, you can hear the emotion that’s become thick within his voice, “I don’t feel I have that same future. I mean, what have I got? Shit grades, I sling fuckin’ ice cream on the side and my parents are assholes who don’t want to support anything I do.” 

Gradually, the pace the pair of you are walking has slowed right down to almost a gentle stroll, as you would in a museum, taking the time to admire all the artwork in a slow rotation. “Steve, what job you have now doesn’t define what you’re gonna do for the rest of your life.” 

“No, you don’t get my point. We have one year left of high school, then it’s college.” You really don’t know where this is going, but you listen on intently, “I know you changed your option for college last minute, your mom told me.” You drop your gaze now to your shoes, ashamed.

Admittedly, you had applied to go away for college, you wanted to move away and see more of the country you call home. Plus, with everything that’s happened in Hawkins recently, you can’t see Hawkins actually being here, at all, in the next few years. However, the closer you got to Steve and the more your relationship developed, the more you didn’t want to leave him. So, you changed your college application to a local one, without his knowledge. It was for this reason that you didn’t want to tell him until closer to the time. 

“You changed your admission application for me. I know you did.” His voice shakes now as he continues, “and I cannot let you do that. I cannot let myself hold you back from the amazing things I know you’re capable of achieving. That’s when I started to think, I’m just going to hold you back. I’m just going to be a burden for you, I’ll be one of those boyfriends who their girlfriend’s friends complain about. I just felt I couldn’t sit back and let you change your options just for me. I’m not worth it. I just got angry at myself, and angry that you kept your college change from me, so I snapped and ended it.” 

  Holy shit. Never in the years of knowing Steve have you ever had such a true and vulnerable conversation with him. Never has he spoken to truthfully and openly about his feelings. This has only reignited the kindling flame of your love for him that had never really died out. “Steve, why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” Your voice comes out exasperated, tired. 

He simply shrugs and offers no verbal answer. You take a minute to piece together your reply, you want to organise your words carefully, not haphazardly. “I couldn’t care less about what you do now, whether it’s selling ice cream or what, Steve, for our age, a job is a job. But you have prospects too, I know you do. You can sit there all you like and say your grades are shit and that your parents are assholes, but I know that you have goals, and that you have dreams, that are just as bold, and achievable, as mine.” 

The pace of your walking has now pretty much come to a complete stop, so you turn to face him side on, his side profile just as striking as you remember admiring months ago. “Steve.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours. Eventually, he turns to face you and his eyes are glossy, glass like. Blood soars in your ears as it drowns out any other noise that is in the vicinity. It feels like it’s just the two of you left in the world, nobody else matters. “I want to achieve them with you. I want to do all those things we talked about with you. I want to make you see that your future is not already written for you. Seriously Steve, you have it all ahead of you to look forward to. And I want to experience all of life’s ups and downs with you, not on my own, not with anyone else. You need someone to show you how much of an amazing person you are, because hell you don’t get it from anyone else.” You know that was a low blow, a dig at his parents, but it needed to be said. 

  “I can’t let you change your life just for me, though.” He says quietly. 

“And I wouldn’t. We would take things on together, if it meant going long-distance for a few years then figuring out our plans after that, then so be it, we would get through it Steve.” You don’t know whether you’re just coming across as that you’re begging, and you don’t want to seem needy, but the floodgates are open, and the forces are too strong to shut them anytime soon. 

With your hand still in his, he brings his other hand up to your cheek, brushing his fingertips over your skin delicately. Just like he used to. You watch as his eyes search your own, his pupils dilating slightly, causing an eruption of butterflies to set off in your stomach. The seconds pass nonchalantly, enjoyably, as you take the time to gaze and search each other’s features for the first time in months, taking in every detail and every crevice that you missed.

You hadn’t realised, but tears had started to spill over onto his cheeks. You absentmindedly bring your thumb up to wipe them away. As you do this, your own vision goes cloudy and you know in a second, there will be tears of your own decorating your face. “I have missed you so much.” He admits, now letting your other hand go and bringing it to the side of your face. “I have thought about you day and night, just trying to figure it all out. But I realised that I’d made a huge mistake, letting you go.” His thumb continues to gently trace your cheeks, carefully wiping away each falling tear. 

“I never, ever thought of you as being a burden, Steve. Never. I hate that you felt like that, and you didn’t just tell me. We wouldn’t have had to go through this.” A small, short sob escapes your lips and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly. 

“I know, I know.” He says softly, almost inaudibly. It’s evident he’s spent the last few months beating himself up, going over the decision, thinking about it all and quite simply catastrophising everything when he really didn’t need to. Inch by inch throughout the conversation, your faces have moved closer. “Everything I’ve said, I feel so deeply, and I worry that it’s true, but selfishly I just want you back.” 

Steadily, your tears stem and you nod, feeling his secure grip on your cheeks, “I do too. I’ve never wanted anything more.” 

Before either of you realise, you close the small gap between the pair of you with your lips. A salty taste enters your mouth as you realise tears are staining your lips, whose tears they are you don’t know, but it seems irrelevant now anyway. Like you’d never been apart, your lips find their natural rhythm you shared so enjoyably, and you bask in this moment. Feeling his hands on your face pull you even closer, you place your hand on his wrist and the other slips in between his jacket, leaving your hand resting on his side. As you pull away, you finally see the smile you fell in love with adorn his face, causing your own to bloom widely. 

“Can we try again? Can we go conquer the world together?” He laughs slightly as he speaks and your heart is thundering in your chest, all in happiness, though.

Your smile still paints your face, and you bring your lips up to meet his once more, quickly. “I would want nothing more.” 

Still standing close to one other, he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before bringing his fingers back down, tracing the side of your jaw with his fingertips before finally resting his thumb on your chin where he slightly drags your bottom lip down as he does so. He does this as he knows how it makes you feel, he knows you’ll feel the heat rising within you as he does so. After parting your lips, he comes back down and kisses you with pent up passion and just pure longing. If you were in a movie, you just know fireworks would explode behind you and the credits would start to roll in, the feeling of a happy ending leaving everyone teary eyed and satisfied. 

Eventually, you both pull away and start to resume the pace of walking side-by-side, this time with each other’s hand resting comfortably within one another’s grip. “Would you stay with me tonight?” He asks into the now night air, the sun having long gone down. 

You give his hand a small squeeze, thinking he’d never ask. But also, grateful for the question, as you really felt you’d never hear the words again. “Of course I will.”

And so, the pair of you wander aimlessly back to Steve’s, in no rush whatsoever, catching up with each other and sharing each other’s lows over the last few months of being apart. Deep down, Steve knows that the pair of you will work. He knows that you’ll change your college application, you’ll do long distance and make it work. He’s also decided that he’s going to investigate college now, too. He’s going to look into his options and do his very best to prove himself, and his worries, wrong, knowing he will have you there every step of the way.

[dira333]

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part XIV

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 14 - Finale: (3,3k words)

It’s the same judge as last time, looking down at him with strangely empathic eyes.

“You’ve done well for yourself.” He says. “How do you plan to keep up? How do you see yourself in the next few years?”

Not for the first time Touya’s glad that his case has so much attention on it that it’s handled behind closed doors. 

Behind him sit only his rehabilitation officer and his lawyer, two people he’s always had a professional relationship with. There are no other people here to listen to him speak and it helps him to be as honest as he can be.

Still his voice shakes as he starts to speak.

“I know I’ve done a lot of bad… bad things, in the past. It feels like a different life but to others, it isn’t. It’s still me, who did these things, who gets to live while others don’t and I get-”

He’s running out of breath and the judge, the name tag reads Morisaki, offers him a rare smile.

“Breathe, son. You have nothing to fear in here.”

There are tears pricking his eyes and he doesn’t want to cry, wants to stay strong until the end, but he’s wiping his nose with his hand now, fully aware that that won’t look good in any way.

“I don’t think I deserve it,” he starts anew, “But if I could, I’d want to keep doing what I’m doing. It’s not much, but taking care of plants, caring for something that’s not myself, feels like something that I have to do. Like I was meant to do it as if my quirk was assigned wrong at birth. I know that the business has grown and I’m not mad about that, that more and more people enjoy plants and are learning how to care for them. I like showing others how to care. I wasn’t ready when Mari came but I’d want to try again, to help someone make a change, to help someone find their place in the world.”

“What about your quirks?”

Touya looks down at the table in front of him and thinks of you.

“I’d love to explore my ice quirk. If I really have one, if I could use it without hurting myself. But the fire-” He almost chokes on the word and has to try again. “The fire quirk… I don’t… I know it would be useful, at least if I still was fireproof, in case of a fire. And I’d love to be able to help but I… I don’t want to use it. I have hurt too many people with it and if you have to take it away, I will accept that. Gladly.”

“Your therapist has mentioned the possibility of lasting trauma. You could regret that decision once you’ve overcome it.”

He looks up at the man, into those strange eyes and swallows thickly before he speaks.

“I would not regret it. I’m not allowed to regret it.”

Silence fills the room. No one speaks for a while and there’s only the digital clock hanging on the wall above the judge that reminds Touya that time hasn’t frozen.

“Son,” Judge Morisaki starts and the word pierces his heart, has him bleeding out even before he hears the rest.

“I think you’re doing just fine. I want you to keep doing what you’ve been doing, but I have some restrictions for you, which you must have anticipated. You may not leave Japan. At least for the next five  years. In case of a medical emergency or the like, you’d have to file for an exception, but I have to tell you that there’s not much leeway there. I want you to keep going to therapy and if your therapist thinks you’re ready for it, you will receive training in using your ice quirk. I don’t like taking away quirks and I don’t think you should give yours away freely. And I want to see you again in a year. Just because I like listening to your story.”

Touya looks up at him, at his wrinkly face and freckled hands, and wonders how he’s ever been able to question the good in this world.

It’s still here, hidden in the faces of people around him, lurking in their words and actions, their decisions.

- 

When he steps out of the room, he’s not surprised to have no one waiting for him.

He’d told everyone to stay back, that he did not need anyone there to support him.

It had been his decisions that led him here and it would be his decisions that would lead him away again.

He rounds the corner to the foyer only to recognize the bright red hair and the massive build.

“Dad?” His father looks up from his phone and pockets it, rising to his height.

“Why aren’t you a work?” Touya asks but Enji shrugs.

“I couldn’t stay away. I know you didn’t want anyone to be here, but-”

Touya steps forward and hugs him, face pressed into that broad chest that only recently has started feeling like home.

A part of him feels four years old again, proud that he’s like his dad, a fire quirk user.

A part of him feels six years old again, hurt from training, desperation burning in him. He needs to be better than Allmight. Better than everyone before him.

But there’s his dad, holding him like everything’s going to be okay.

A part of him feels thirteen, ready to kill Touya so Dabi will live, but there are his father’s arms around him, holding him, grounding him, reminding him that he is, after all, himself.

A part of him feels twenty-six years old, a little bit lost and a little bit found, knowing not much but at least that… His father will always be there to catch him.

-

“You’re not coming?” Touya asks when the car stops.

Enji shakes his head with a knowing smile.

“I don’t think you want customers right now.”

“I don’t even know if she wants to see me.”

“I think she will. Just be honest.”

“Yeah.” He sighs and gets out of the car. “Hug Mom from me.”

“I will.” 

He watches the car drive off and turns to look.

-

The flower shop is small, crammed into the space between a coffee shop and a drugstore, a brand new canopy to protect the display outside from the rain. Wooden chairs and tables are lined right outside the big windows, but devoid of plants.

He tries the door, surprised to find it open.

A bell chimes as Touya opens the door and he can’t help but smile at the interior. 

It feels like stepping into a tiny jungle, barely contained by the four walls of the building.

Cut flowers of all colors, sizes, and kinds are creatively dispersed between plants that grow up the walls or droop from the ceilings. There’s Bob Junior, the Pancake Plant. A fresh cutting of his Holiday Cactus is on sale. A Peony Bush that will be planted this week.

The smell is intoxicating and he takes a deep breath and feels himself coming home.

“Hello?” He calls out when he can’t spot the owner. “Anyone home?”

Somewhere in the back, he hears a squeak and the sound of quick steps.

“Touya!” Your smile is there but he can tell that you’re holding yourself back, cautious like a shy bird.

There’s so much he wants to say, so much feeling he wants to portray.

“Did I miss the opening?” He freezes when he hears himself speak, the words not what he had intended to say.

“No.” You shake your head. “I was just getting everything ready.”

“Why’s the door open then?” He asks, realizing he’s clinging to a safer topic.

The light in your eyes shifts. “I told you. The door’s always open for you.”

There’s a moment of silence, just you and him, one breathing out, the other breathing in.

-

“Can we close the door then?” He asks, stumbling over his words, “I don’t… I want to talk to you. Alone. Without a customer coming in.”

“Yeah sure.” You nod stiffly and he turns to lock the door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help with moving.”

“Rico helped.”

“Yeah but it was supposed to be my job.” There it is again. Or maybe it never left. That tense silence that seems to slip inside his lungs and keep them from expanding, into his stomach that is clenched.

“What did they say?” You ask, voice soft like velvet or flower petals. 

His hand is still clutched around the doorknob.

“I can’t leave the country for the next years. Still have to go to therapy. If my therapist thinks I’m ready I can start retraining my quirk.”

“That’s good, right?”

He turns, looks for your eyes. Holds out his hand.

It hangs there, pale in the dim light, scarred and shaking. For a moment he fears you might not take it but then you’re there, your grasp firm.

Maybe you aimed to shake it, like a business deal, but he folds his hand around yours.

“I love you.” The words don’t stumble from his mouth, they don’t slip. There’s nothing accidental about the way they leave him, not like a confession but something that has always been there. An universal truth.

“I know.” You say.

“And I don’t know how I could possibly deserve you, but I… I want you. All of you. Tiny apartment upstairs and cheese sandwich for dinner. With dirt under our fingernails and leafs everywhere. If you still want me-”

You cut him off in the best possible way, one step forward, your lips pressed against his.

When you move back, it’s only the shortest distance.

Your breath washes over his face, your nose is almost touching his and there’s a fire in your eyes he could never be scared of.

“I don’t deserve you.” He doesn’t really know why he says it again. Maybe he wants you to tell him he does, even if he could never believe it. But that’s not you.

You, who always seems to know what to say. You, who cradles his face in her hands as if he’s a flower in bloom.

“This isn’t a gift exchange,” you tell him softly. “This is love.”

Your breath washes over his face and he’s getting lost in your eyes.

His thumb moves across your cheekbone and your lashes kiss his knuckles as you blink.

Time’s frozen, right here in the flower shop, right here with you so close.

“Kiss me,” your eyes whisper. So he does.

🌺.

Passing Peonies,

on my walk,

I catch my breath.

There is something

so endearing

about the way

they hold themselves

so tightly in a fist.

I don’t think they know 

their loveliness

or perhaps they do.

I wonder, do they fear 

their brief opening?

(Passing Peonies, Cindy Smith)

🌺.

Summer is turning into fall again, the days turning shorter and the nights colder.

Someone left the window cracked during the night and Touya shudders under the cold breeze, drawing further under the blankets, further into you.

You don’t seem too happy about his warmth though, because your knee digs into his back until he groans and slips out from under the covers to close the window.

Your snoring doesn’t stop and he snickers to himself, leans down to place a kiss on the back of your head, and moves toward the bathroom.

He started jogging soon after the flower shop reopened in its original home. It was recommended to him by his therapist and it does clear his head - he just wishes he could convince you to join him.

-

The air is cool around him as he runs, past the coffee shop and through the park. He can see the peony bush you planted back then, now almost ready for his winterly slumber.

About halfway through, his phone rings and he picks up, glad he remembered to take his headphones with him.

“You’re awake already?” He asks when Hawks groans into the phone instead of a greeting.

“More like still awake. I’m running errands for Rumi. Why do pregnant people always have these crazy food cravings?”

“Isn’t that just outward signs of what the baby wants?”

“I hope not. I can’t have a child that wants to eat one specific kind of gummy bears at fivein the morning. I bet she’s going to be asleep anyway when I come back.”

“So why do you buy them then?” He asks, rounding the corner.

Hawks sighs and there’s a forlorn sound to it Touya knows all too well.

“I don’t know. I just love her, I guess. It’s the way she looks when I hand her the food, it just… you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“How did the quirk training go yesterday? I meant to ask you right after but we got kind of busy, you know how it is.”

“I’m still afraid of using the wrong quirk even though it looks like I won’t be able to use fire anyway. But I managed to make an ice rose yesterday, so that was cool.”

“Awesome. Did you gift it to the lady?”

“Not yet. Wednesdays are for Toga. Besides, I just fell into bed and was out like a light.”

-

He’s just turned the hot water on when the shower curtain is pulled to the side and you stumble into him, naked and still mostly asleep.

“Mornin’” You mumble and let yourself fall into him, trusting that he’ll catch you.

“Morning.” He kisses your wet forehead. “Slept well?”

“Mhm.” He can feel you going slack in his arms and snickers.

“If you want to sleep longer, you should stay in bed. I can’t have you drowning in here.”

“Bed’s empty.” You mumble, fighting against sleep as he washes your hair. 

You cling to him like every morning, barely awake but too stubborn to stay in bed longer now that he’s up.

He lifts you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, asks you about last night to keep you from falling asleep as he dries your hair.

“We need to buy more roses.” You tell him. And: “Toga mentioned she’s thinking about getting a cat.”

“What kind of coffee syrup do you want today.” He asks in between. And: “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

By the time you’re ready to go downstairs, you resemble a human being, or at least the person he’s grown to know.

After six months of waking up to you at least once a week he’s still not gotten over learning, over knowing you. There is no sweeter thing than finding out something new about you.

-

Touya turns the key and enters the flower shop, taking a deep breath to inhale the aroma he’s grown so fond of. This is home, he thinks, where it smells like earth and flowers, like silk ribbons and dirty hands.

He turns on the lights and preps everything for the day ahead before stepping back into the backroom where you’re staring at the coffee dripping into your cup.

“Another coffee?.” He asks and leans forward to kiss you.

“It’s too early.” You groan, sinking back into his chest, and closing your eyes.

“I’ve been telling you to go to bed earlier.”

“Mhm.” You mumble. “I don’t remember.”

“Sure you do.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You can take a nap if you want. I can handle the shop until ten.”

“I might take you up on that offer.” You hum. “Tell me about the day.”

“We’re almost out of pre-made bouquets so I’ll be teaching that today and making a few on the side. That Deku kid usually comes in around eleven to have a chat and buy a dozen pink roses, so we gotta make sure there are still some left by that time. There’s that guy with purple hair that’s friends with him, Brainwash or something like that, who buys catnip every two weeks, he should be in today too.”

“You remember all of their orders?” You ask, pulling the full cup from the coffee machine and handing it to him for the extras. He snorts and pulls away to prepare your coffee while you wait.

“Only the ones who are predictable.” He defends himself. You giggle.

The bell chimes and he calls out. “We’re in the back.”

“You better not be making out.” He hears the voice of their newest employee and rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Be nice Touya,” you say when the door opens and Toga steps through, immediately scrunching her nose at the smell of coffee.

“I brought second breakfast.” She proudly presents a bag of puff pastry. “Can I have a hot chocolate?”

“Make it yourself.” She sticks her tongue out at him and you cluck your tongue.

“Touya’s going to show you how to do Bouquets today.” You tell her and she gleams with pleasure.

“Really?”

“Yeah. But stay off the pink roses. Deku’s coming in and you know how he’s about them.”

“Yeah, yeah. All pink roses are reserved for Ochako, I know. And the Daisies are reserved for Shouto.”

He furrows his brow, even more so when he sees you shush Toga, a finger pressed to your lips.

“What? What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing, baby.” You try to calm him unconvincingly.

“He’s in looooove!” Toga sings instead. “He just doesn’t know it yet. Buys flowers for someone at his agency each weak when you’re not looking.”

“No!” Touya blinks. “Really? Did he say something about them?”

“Touya.” You chide him again but he’s too invested now.

“Well, he said they really like cheese and asked if I knew where to get some. I didn’t know but Boss knew this great restaurant.”

“Oh, I wonder which restaurant you recommended.” He says and you shrug, but don’t bother hiding your smile.

-

The day is long, as it always is. 

Deku and Ochako take Toga out for lunch and Touya’s not mad about having you all for himself even if he has to share your attention with a few random customers coming in. 

“How long did Toga stay last night?” He asks when you’re alone again, handing you a ribbon to tie around his newest bouquet. He’s still struggling with those fuckers.

“I took her home around midnight.”

“She comes over too often. We should get her a kitten.”

“She’s lonely. But it’s not a bad idea. Also…” Your voice drops a little lower as you whisper the next part. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this but I think Rico’s falling for her.”

“He better.” He starts prepping a new Bouquet. “Because she’s definitely interested in him too.”

“Huh. She didn’t tell me that.”

He grins. “Didn’t need to. I just know her like that.”

-

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask when you place your sandwiches on the little table.

“Just admiring the view.” He tells you and you snort, climbing into his lap instead of taking a seat at the table. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey yourself.” He kisses you softly. 

For a moment, time freezes.

There’s only you and him. A million plants to care for, sandwiches and miso soup that are going to get cold. Just life how it’s supposed to be.

In a minute, he’ll show you the ice flower he made yesterday. He might ask you if you’d mind him moving in completely or if you prefer having one night per week for yourself - he knows you don’t. You always complain about missing him.

You might watch a movie on the TV set that Shouto bought you or read that poetry collection about flowers together he found last month. 

But right now, that’s not important. All of that can wait.

Life is good, because he’s with you.

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My Kofi if you want to tip me

[thehiddlebum]

I’m cold as ice, but in the right hands… I’ll melt

Summary: Loki is afraid to show you his true self, for the fear of scaring you away. You are the only person he could call a friend, and whilst everyone else thinks of him as a monster, you think quite the opposite…

Warnings: Angst, self-deprecating thoughts, touch starved loki, lots and lots of soft loki, language, hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: Jotun!Loki x female!reader or GN!reader

You had been living with the rest of the Avengers for a few months since you joined them and Loki had joined them around the same time as you.

You can remember Thor arriving back at the tower and hearing his booming voice down the corridor, shouting “Isn’t it wonderful here Brother?! You’ll love it!”

You knew who he was as you could remember his attack on New York, but you weren’t one to judge.

You knew that there must have been a deeper reason to his actions, you were very good at reading people.

The rest of the crew definitely were not thrilled that Loki would be joining us, but you held no grudge to the man because you had never met him before.

Who were you to judge a book by it’s cover?

You were more of a loner yourself, and you weren’t that close to the others but you didn’t feel excluded.

You mainly chose to be on your own, it brought you comfort.

But sometimes it also brought you loneliness.

At first, you never really saw Loki. He would simply stay out of the way in his chambers, not that you could blame him.

He knew that everyone basically hated him, and you understood why.

But you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest when you saw him scurry away upstairs when someone other than you would walk into the room.

You had noticed that you and him were often both up at around the same time every morning, being the first ones awake.

And as you both made your coffee in the kitchen, you would steel little glances at him and offer him a small smile.

You could tell every time that he didn’t know what to do, you could see his mind working as he stared down at his mug of coffee.

Maybe he thought he was being tricked?

That you were only being nice to somehow hurt him?

That definitely wasn’t the case, you just wanted to show him that he wasn’t alone and that he had a friend.

Words were never exchanged between the two of you in the beginning, Loki always not knowing what to say to the beautiful creature in the kitchen and you not having the confidence to speak up.

But that eventually changed when you worked up the courage to ask him if he wanted his usual cup of coffee when he walked into the kitchen after you.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” He said and you were stunned by his beautiful voice.

You smiled at him and started making it for him the way you have watched him do it in the past, eventually placing it in front of him at the breakfast bar where he sat.

He thanked you again and you both sat in comfortable silence for a while, neither one of you knowing what to say.

That was the first breakthrough with Loki, you knew that he was definitely a tough one to crack but you were so intrigued by him.

You couldn’t believe that voice came out of his mouth, it was something that you wanted to hear more often.

You needed to hear more often.

Your wish was granted over the next few weeks as you started to see more of him, he would come into the kitchen more frequently during the day and scan the room until his eyes landed on you.

You wondered what he could possibly be doing in his room all day and were curious enough to ask Thor to see if he knew anymore, “He may be reading in his room or he could be in the library, he always did love a good book!”

“The library?” You questioned, “I didn’t know we had a library!”

Thor told you what floor of the tower the library was on and you immediately headed down there, shouting a quiet “Hello?”

You didn’t get anything in reply to tell you that someone was already in here, so you walked in and you were amazed by the size of it.

There were numerous rows of bookshelves, and the room was dimly lit with lamps all over the place.

It had a small area in the middle with a few fluffy beanbags and a coffee table, it looked so cosy you could have cried.

You wondered up and down the aisles looking for a book to start now and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw a figure sat on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf with his legs crossed and a book in hand.

He flinched at the sound of your footsteps and immediately looked up to meet your gaze.

“Oh— I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in here…” You said and you turned back around ready to leave.

“No it’s quite alright… you can stay if you wish.” Loki said and you smiled, taking a seat on the floor opposite him.

That was how your relationship with him grew, once you got talking about the books you were both interested in, you would talk for hours.

You would meet in the library at the same time everyday, and it quickly became the highlight of your day.

It was almost like a safe-haven for the both of you, no one else would ever come in so you could just talk and be with each other for hours on end.

Although there was one time when Thor came down in search for the two of you, saying that you had been missing for hours and everyone was starting to get worried.

Time didn’t exist in the library, not for you and Loki.

You would talk about random things from your favourite books to recommendations for the other to read, you even brought your annotated copy for him to borrow one day.

“You’ll love it, honestly. I got it years ago from my favourite bookstore down the street, I must’ve read it a thousand times!” You said and he laughed at your exaggeration.

“Well I think you must show me this bookstore, I don’t think it can top ours.” He smirked as he used his hands to gesture around the room.

“Oh I’m not sure… I’ve been going to it since I was a little girl because I grew up here in New York, but it’s not far from here! I’ll take you…” You said and you saw his facial expressions drop.

Oh.

“You’re from New York and you still wish to speak to me?” A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, but you saw the sad expression linger in his beautiful green eyes.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” You looked at him knowingly and he stared right back at you.

“I’ve noticed that people aren’t that fond of me around here, but who can blame them?” He shook his head as he looked down at his hands.

“I don’t blame you,” You said to him and he turned to you in shock of your words.

“How could you not blame me? I was the one who brought down an army from space,” He chuckled and you could see the pain in his eyes as he recalled the memories.

“I know there was something else going on then Loki, because from what I’ve seen with my own eyes… you couldn’t hurt a fly.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise and you felt your heart shatter just a little bit more as you looked at this beautiful, broken man before you.

“You clearly don’t know me then, Y/N.” He looked into your eyes.

“No I don’t, but I want to.”

_______________________♡______________________

That moment was a month ago now, and you and Loki were more close than ever.

Your daily library time together was still going, and it brought you both so much comfort.

It was your escape from everyone else and the outside world, and that’s what Loki loved.

He would actually be excited to wake up in the morning, because he knew he would be seeing you.

That was until today, when you were sat in your usual place on the beanbags waiting for him.

You stuck to your normal time of midday and Loki was usually here at bang on the hour, he was probably just running late.

Today was an extremely hot day in New York, with the forecasted heatwave hitting and it was sweltering.

Not to mention that the air conditioning in the tower was broke so Tony had been trying to fix it all morning, but obviously his room is his top priority.

You waited another hour for Loki to show up as you didn’t want to leave and miss him, but he never came.

You decided to go and search for Thor, maybe he knew if Loki was busy with something else.

“Hey Thor, have you seen Loki? He was meant to come to the library at 12 but it’s gone 1 o’clock!” Thor gave you a big bear hug like usual and you laughed.

“No I have not seen him today lady Y/N, but if he is not with you then I imagine he is in his chambers!” You nodded and carried on walking until you reached Loki’s bedroom door.

You knocked quietly, cautious of startling him or waking him if he was asleep.

“Who is it?” You heard his voice speak up, but it was different than usual.

It was more hoarse? Strained?

“It’s me Loki, are you alright?”

A weak voice answered back, “I’ll come to the library tomorrow Y/N, just… leave me alone.”

You knew something was wrong because his voice was always so perfect, now it sounded like he was in pain.

You panicked at the thought of him being hurt, “You don’t sound ok Loki, please just let me in and I can help.”

“No you can’t! Nobody can! I don’t want you to see me like this Y/N…” His strangled voice turned into a soft whisper.

“If you’re hurt or sick Loki then I don’t care, I just want to help you.”

“I am sick! Sick in the head for thinking for just one moment that— that I had a friend…”

You could actually feel your heart breaking at his words and you knew you needed to get to him.

“Loki… open the door.” You whispered softly and you heard his footsteps get louder.

“You’ll never see me the same way again Y/N, you’re going to treat me just like the rest of them do!” You heard a quiet thump on the other side of the door and you reached for the door handle.

“Open the door, love.”

It was silent for a moment until you heard the click of the door opening, and you slowly pushed it open to reveal Loki sat on his bed with his back to you.

“Loki…” You approached him slowly and laid a hand on his back, but he jumped at your touch and that’s when you saw it.

His skin.

It was blue.

Your eyes widened in amazement as the soft colour suited him so well, that was until you realised he was visibly shaking.

And his forehead was dripping with sweat.

You reached out slowly and carefully with one hand and rested it on his forehead, and he looked terrified as you touched his skin.

“Loki… you’re burning up.” You could feel that his skin was on fire, and you knew it wasn’t normal.

“I-It’s too hot… I had to turn into my Jotun form, Stark said the air conditioning was broken.” He opened his eyes and you bit your lip at the bright red colour.

The colour made his eyes even more intense, and you found yourself looking at him with so much love in your eyes.

“Oh Loki… I don’t know much about this, I’m not sure what to do!” You panicked slightly but tried to stay calm for him.

“I need to cool down… heat is torture for me— for a Frost Giant…” He told you and you looked him in the eyes, resting your hand gently on his bare knee.

You realised he was in a T-shirt and shorts, “Let’s get you out of these love, they’re only making it worse.” You said in a soft whisper and he looked at you with shock in his eyes.

“W-Why do you even care? Why bother helping me? I-I’m just a monster! Can’t you see that?!” He raised his voice but you didn’t budge from your place kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“No I can’t see that Loki because you are not a monster, you’re beautiful. And I’m going to prove that to you,” You cupped his cheek gently and stroked his soft blue skin.

You lifted his big arms up and pulled his top carefully over his head, and he released a big sigh as his top half was now bare.

“I’m gonna go and fetch some things to help you love, I won’t be a minute.” You said and as you stood up to leave, you felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist.

You looked down and saw the fear in his eyes, gently stroking the stray hairs out of his face, “I’ll be back, I promise.”

You made sure to shut the door behind you and you took off on a mission to find Tony.

“Jarvis? How long until the air conditioning comes back on?” You shouted whilst frantically jogging to the elevator.

“Mr Stark is still fixing it Miss L/N, shall I get a message to him for you?” His voice sounded over the speakers back to you.

“Yeah, tell him I’m coming to kick his ass unless he turns that fucking air conditioning back on!!” You pressed the button to the floor where the common room and kitchen was.

You ran straight to the freezer in the kitchen and grabbed as many ice packs as you could carry, and ran to Tony’s suite upstairs.

“Tony?! I swear to god if you haven’t fixed that damn air conditioning—

You barged into his room to see him typing away on his laptop, “Ah Y/N, polite as ever!”

“Please Tony, it’s killing Loki… you call yourself a genius when you can’t even fix something as simple as—

“Relax rolo, it should be back on any minute now. Now please, hurry on back to Reindeer Games!” You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and headed back for the door, but before you left you reached over and grabbed his fan.

“Hey!!” He yelled out and you couldn’t help but laugh as you ran away with his electrical fan that he had plugged in.

You made it back to Loki’s room as quick as you could and you found him laying on the hardwood floor, his head lifting when he heard you.

“It should be coming back on anytime now Loki, but I got ice packs and I kind of also stole Tony’s fan… but he doesn’t even need it so!” You placed everything on the floor in front of him and he sat up slowly.

The cold air of the fan made Loki sigh in delight as it blew directly at him, and you handed him an ice pack to put on his forehead.

He lay on the floor for as you gently placed ice packs on his body, he hissed at the feeling at first but then it started to help with his temperature and you saw his body ease.

As if on cue, you heard the whirring of the air conditioning unit above you kickstart and cold air came rushing into the room.

“Oh my god, I swear I was about to kill Stark!” You mumbled under your breath.

“Loki? Do you feel any better?” You asked him, leaning over his shivering body.

“I’m cooling down, b-but it may cause me to become too cold after so much heat…” He said quietly and you took the ice packs off of his body, sitting him up on the floor.

“I’ll be here, you’re safe with me Loki.” You placed a delicate kiss on his forehead and he sighed at your touch.

You could feel that his skin had cooled down very quickly, so you helped him sit on top of his bed and he tugged on your arm for you to join him.

“Please… stay.” He pleaded and your heart melted for him.

“Of course, Loki.”

You layed back on his pillows and he slowly began to lean into your side, his head falling on your shoulder.

You closed your eyes for a moment and when you looked back down, his skin had gone back to a pale white instead of blue and his eyes back to green.

“Oh Loki…” You pulled him in closer to your body let him rest his head completely on your chest as you ran your nails up and down his back.

In that moment you swore to yourself that you would prove to him just how special he was to you…

[crowhoganswife]

2024: Happy Birthday Crow Hogan! Cake ☺️

9/6 Crow’s birthday begins overseas!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE, My everything, Crow Hogan!! Here’s the red velvet cake I decorated for him! It was difficult trying to add the edible icing on, but I’m so happy i managed! I didn’t want to give up!! But Oh gosh where do I begin… 🧡

Crow is my first ever anime crush! I grew up watching lots of anime, and isn’t it shocking how not a single character made me feel what Crow made me feel?

I love you so much my bird brain 🥰 he’s taught me a lot about myself, especially since we grew up in similar conditions but I was lucky to have a family. I love that my family loves Crow as well, so I share them with him☺️

From him, I learned to stop whining about my current situations & make a move!! Thanks to him, I was able to find motivation to work. I know a lot of people may think that’s cringe for a character to give me that boost in life, but we all need someone!

Thanks to Crow, I’ve made so many friends that made me feel comfortable about expressing myself, & meeting so many new people everyday!

My main lesson from Crow was to live for today so that you can better the future! Before I considered myself a yumejoshi, I suffered from terrible anxiety due to my past & all of the mistakes/situations I’ve put myself through just to survive. Just like Crow did. I still get anxiety time from time, but I’m often reminded of the friends & love that he gave me 🧡 so I always make sure to keep going! Especially since people are fascinated with my love for him☺️

He’s taught me to see the good in people despite their actions. I know thats hard for many people these days, but its what makes you a better person 🧡 if anyone needs a word from Crow, please know that your past mistakes do not define who you are today when you are trying😇 and nobody deserves to be alone! Crow stuck with everyone, good and bad, to see their growth!

Happy Birthday, Crow! Thank you so much for everything! I will continue to take care of myself, & I can hear you chanting me on🧡🪶Birds of a feather…

Our Priroll merch is celebrating!!🙈🥳

[meandmyechoes]

Kingohger ep24

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERICA~!!!!

LOTS happened IRL and I'm near my fking limit. dpeending on kingoh to keep me going at this point

big big shame the kyoto event is cancelled because of the typhoon😭😭 but at least 14/8 Kyushuu is safe so we'll still find out if they let Rita have short hair

--- episode ----

Gira awakened the giant robot "with the people" 😭😭

kamejim still lives huh. a split in opinion in the villains... destroy the earth vs. rule the earth 🤔🤔

wait this is the same global warming plot as g-rosso 😂😐 /jk

is there deeper meaning zooming in on Gokkan…? (like where exactly IS the bugnarok base and how that lead to 27-30?)

Gerojim following up with each sentence after Jeramie cuuute

Jeramie my dear, if you keep up with the "protecting the young is the duty of the elders" I'm gonna be really afraid for you near the 40s

(edit: glad I misheard this: he said "disciplining the young" ok boomer)

busy man fighting and narrating for the show

ohhh he changed the narration "the story of Hell's King and another who'd become king" it's entirely about him now

he's even taken over his teammates' OP shots

the kings asking gira to validate their treaty and. rita. rita-sama. how does moffun marathon help with the melting of your glaciers

dead stare rita 💜

OI does Caucasus Kabuto-jou even HAVE a security if a nine-year-old can get in or is the orphanage some kind of ninja academy instead

ah… Boon... Gira can you just adopt him otherwise the first policy you make as king should've been improving the orphange's welfare huh 😢 but yes more personal vs. duty conflict

it hurts them both for Gira to say "the evil king is not your nii-chan" 🥺

Yanma looking sideways when in fact the other kings are in front of him in his phone

Yanma你嫁過去啦好無😂 賢內助

不満を発散しないと爆発しる

Rita: "If one cannot disperse thier dissatisfaction, they will explode." perfect. 100% what someone who screams random would say

AHHHH Geroujim-chan helping!! Good boy! Jeramie defending him!! Geroujim refuse to leave him alone!!

Takada Masahi being the busiest person running both A & B plot this ep 😂😂

stopping mid-fight to talk... what a jeramie thing to do

ah they really are a shooting stand told you Yanma looks like a scammer lol. Why are the prizes his personal merch...

New Fry Noodle dance just dropped

as a person i'm fulfilled. to be able to hear Rita singing* Moffun's Song on record

what privledge to have the Sovereign/Chief Justice make you shaved ice…

the ice machine making chibi moffun chirps

"chimidoro" + red syrup 😂

Takada-san has a close-up too!

lamp post… smol. helpless. the evil king.

Speaking of which these three aren't royal blood (rita quantum as always but)

The team care about Gira as a person before he is king 😭

this may not be the best storytelling or my fan filter is too heavy at this point but. i really love how the team has this unsaid understanding and respect of each other's position on the (equal!) ground that they are both leaders of their country and had to face the same struggle of duty vs. self

and that kizuna is often reflected in action (instead of words)!

taking Jeramie's speech about "what's written in the past cannot be changed, but the present and the future is still in my hand" with Gira's conversation with Rainoir… the theme of creating your own future ne.

Like, I feel like this episode is Jeramie's movie (where his character exploration was sacrificed for screentime in the actual one)

the cameras! can you be more obvious! the eventual Red-Sixth heart-to-heart is gonna kill me

Gira repeating his philosophy of "I protect the people, the people protect those around them" as echoes to his brother (ep18) and movie's "living in this world is hell (re:ep23)" huh

Jeramie kneeling down below his sight line when Boon is all offenseive 😭😭

Boon, you're both Ohsama Sentai 😭

Jeramie is "The Prophet" not because he actually has prophetic power but the current animosity/ignorance is created by his stories and choice of words 😭😭

Jeramie thinking his wordings is just a statment of fact while others interpret it as an opinion is peak autistic behaviour

his disillusionment *heart hurts* Masahi's acting and also the cameras closing in + replicating 11's angles. He put his bug hand over his face like the spider mask that he stayed behind all those years. the mask that was a gift from his parents. maybe as if to hide, maybe as now he truly understands the bugnarok. whyyy is jerami's character so tragic!! (talk about being named after greek myth characters)!

ah Gira immediately covering Boon!

exclusive full team transform!

ooh Boon held onto his cape!

the gattai took too long and the monster ran away 😂 (FALSE)

minatures my love!!

red gira i missed you

minatures my love!!

ahh high five!!

history repeats itself...

formation fights formation fights!!

Souchou are you flying with tonbo wings !?!

the b&w shippers!

(but Kaguragi's movie scene about betrayal!)

His middle name is Idomonarak?? (namesake)

(edit: with Himeno having one as well, are the kings' middle name gonna be a story? or had a story but not included to save screentime?)

I'm really glad they kept Jeramie's weakness in family matters (not as much a "lack of strength" but something that can easily persuade him since he values it) because i'm also very weak in family matters… that's one of the reason i grew a liking to him

i objected to yanma at the same time as gira. thank you gira 😭

"I'll do it all by myself. Only then can I be the King who Rules Over All." STOP YOU'RE IN A SENTAI S.E.N.T.A.I we join forces and have NAKAMA didn't we went through with this whole arc with rita (at least in my head) 😭

but that's a very Sixth thing to do. um *nods*.

Eighth-chan!!! NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO there's no way back once you go giant!

I salute you. You are a good villain.

Jeramie reaching out with his bug hand

"Akarui" any connection to Deathnarok's comment looking into Gira's eyes in ep10?

bro I love this episode but I didn't expect it would be because of the main plot part and not the silly matsuri part?!?

they are furthering the angle that everyone involved in ep20's relief operation is a member of the Taskforce 😭

totally forgot to take note of earcuff-chan. too distracted by plot and expecting tomorrow

+ if they have the whole supporting cast here is this is probably what they shot on Yuhei-san's birthday (19 July)

ep25:

KABE... KABE... KABEDON??!?!!?!?!?!?!

[intergalacticgoose]

Hot take, but I’m beginning to not trust anyone who calls themself an “ally.”

I’ll elaborate. I’m queer and autistic. I’ve worked in nonprofits, and I can tell you that some of the worst treatment I’ve received, or have seen others receive (ESPECIALLY people of color) has been at the hands of people who proclaim themselves “allies.”

I’ve seen misgendering, micro-aggressions, bullying, and dismissal of legitimate concerns from members of marginalized groups, all from people who slap “ALLY” stickers on their water bottles and cars, and run buzzword-laden “allyship” seminars.

And I think it’s because when decides to call themselves an “ally,” they make “ally” part of their personal identity. They like the social clout that comes with aligning themselves with social justice causes. They want the *goodness*, they want to be good, and to be an ally is to *be good.*

But the thing is allyship is hard. The project of liberation isn’t assimilating everyone into the white supremacist, cishet status quo, it’s dismantling the systems altogether. True allyship, if you are not a member of a marginalized group, means being uncomfortable. It demands that you interrogate your own biases. It means taking the Ls, because you most likely will, accepting them, and learning from them. It means risking opportunities, jobs, and relationships, and acting not because being an ally is “being good,” but because joining the project of liberation is the right thing to do.

And I’ve noticed a lot of self-proclaimed allies aren’t willing to sacrifice the privilege of their position within the status quo. They see allyship as a testament to their goodness, so when they’re called in, even by members of the groups they claim to be allies with, they take it as an attack on their Goodness, and lash out.

In my experience, these are the same people that, when pressed, don’t want kink at pride. They’ll give a land acknowledgment, but they won’t give the land back. They make excuses for cops. They criticize protests. They ice out autistic people. They don’t wear masks. They judge the fuck out of homeless people, and coo over their marginalized friends like they’re collectibles in their office. And isn’t that just a more palatable dehumanization?

Actions speak louder than words. I’ll pay attention to a watermelon. Or a pronoun pin. Or an explicitly leftist signal, maybe using words like “abortion” or “genocide,” Now, if someone calls themself an accomplice, that I may be able to trust. That means you’re willing to fight alongside us, hopefully. I will even say I’m practicing allyship, because I am, and when I frame it as a practice, that feels like something that continuously grows, evolves, and changes. But I hesitate to truly call myself an “ally,” because as far as I’m concerned, that isn’t a destination. The work of being an accomplice never ends.

But if I hear another cishet, middle income white person introduce themselves as an “ally,” I’m sorry, but you’d best believe I’ll be treading lightly until I’m given evidence to the contrary.

[sunflowerinpearls]

Husbands' words are not matching actions and vice versa. Hes been "venting" to "me" in front of our oldest (turning 16 may 10) on our "current" marriage?....problem(s).

I tried my best to keep my mouth shut and one time he asked me to play a song so I for one am so plugged up i cant really hear much, sometimes even music is too loud (sensory processing disorder) and I guess i didnt even hear him say something and the child caught on to what was happening and said "you're ignoring dad again"

So i spoke to her instead of him since she said it, & I said "I didnt ignore him. I didnt hear him. I was hyper focused on the song he requested me to play."

And then he went on just one of many other rants in front of her, asking "you dont think I ever hyper focus on anything? When Im home on my days off, I feel like im your servant" All day anytime I asked for help, to him I was demanding it and not appreciating stuff he did and then he would not stop talking about every single thing he did today around the house and for our children and its like.... ok cool.

And people get paid to do what i do here at home, every single day all day long. Didn't say it would be easy, however I did ask for help. He tried to say he understands im frustrated bcuz im home all day and i guess i interrupted and was rude bcuz i said "Its not THAT, at all" (cuz its...not?) Lastly i stumbled upon his fave song & started playing it & asked him to plz get me my night meds bcuz I am so fucking cold to the touch, esp to others. And moving makes it hurt.:// He said "You can just not play the song now. Thanks." So uhh.. Like all I am learning here is 1) I need to stop asking him to help me w/ literally anything and like he has said in the past which I clearly shouldve listened to: "If you (*me doing this: "cough" "cough") WANT something RIGHT NOW!, I'll have to get up and get it myself or wait until I he is ready to do it." And 2) I've been right all along. I cant count on even my own Husband so like uhh.... okay. And Now to him, I'm just a burden. Let alone ya know, i guess having influenza and not doing shit around the house "today" (literally just today, and actually, i still did some stuff which is better than none lol) and hes acting like he deserves a fucking gold medal. For what? Being a husband a father and taking responsibility of everything whilst your wife is ill? K. Never asking you for shit now. Ill send lists to him at work if the house needs anything. He hasnt had sex from me in a month because for the past 2 months steady, I have been sick with an upper respiratory virus affecting my asthma and everything else and now this so uhh, my bad. Next time I'll just faint (again) & hit my head probably (again) and then maybe, theyll see that hes just gonna send me by myself and come pick me up when Im done being in there because he has to sleep for work tomorrow. Not to ya know, dare mention that if the bulging disc in my spine "RUPTURES", all signs & symptoms of paralysis will hit fast & clearly that would become a huge Emergency Situation... So I was "told to do it anyway" by him even after explaining the deck was covered in thick broken shattered ice chunks and with my slip on shoes that are the only shoes i can wear, I told him "I'm not doing that" and now it's my fault it was left outside until when he came home (3 1/2 hours before home). I feel as if my health is a major burden to him and maybe its time for me to get an inhome nurse... Some people just arent built to take care of anyone else. And maybe idk, maybe he is starting to see that I a really honestly, not in love with him at this point anymore. Maybe tomorrow or next month or next whatever, or maybe never will I be back in love with him.It seemed to me like the exact day that he was hired on as a manager at his workplace, things shifted. He dropped a huge bomb on me. I had to then last night, inform my family that I'm doing gene testing to see if i am a carrier of a breast cancer gene for reasons. They're also testing for thyroid & ovarian seeing as those run heavily. My chances before gene testing was uncomfortable to talk to our 3 kids about but they were as accepting as they can be, as their Mother my main priority should be my health so that Incan get better so that I can continue to do what I freaking LOVE DOING SO MUCH!!!!!! Like I truly do so why continually, continually say outloud in front of the 3 kids that "well I've done all of this and all of this because you asked for help" and it all started over me asking him if he can take lily her cup of water since shes coughing so badly. My flu/asthma/sinus shit is awful and my heart problem make it hard for me to walk sometimes let alone climb stairs.... He's acting like he deserves a gold medal when im always keeping the house up and im not doing that. What im doing is showing him what all i have to do during the day, some updates on what i dod and whatever else i wanna send.

I told him that its unfair to us completely that he doesnt turn off "Manager" when he walks through the door. He had a conversation to me and said hes not gonna be able to shut that off when he comes home and he has to take on so much responsibilities and he feels like he needs to be inside the house alone without myself or the kids or the pets for like half a year to get his straight. Bruh. Like no. Just do better. Idk how many people told me that Id never do this and id never do that and here i am proving them wrong every single day.

But every time he speaks to me like this, I am taken back to a time where I was told "your mother never should've made you." At i think 4-5 years old? I am disabled for many reasons. And I can tell everyone all the time until I'm fucking blue in my own face that, when I say that I cant do something and I ask for help, the help is met with a "your legs work" or "you're capable. You just dont wanna wait" No duh. Thats why i said "now please". Would you rather I give you another reason to hit me 3x flat-cupped handed times on my face again and say that "If I wanted it right now and could have gotten it right now for myself"

Im tired of asking for help and being treated like nothing other than a burden and his biggest fucking problem. How was I supposed to know that I was going to this sick on your 2 days off and that every time I asked for anything, you were upset.

I guess i was right and I'm just a different person now because of trauma processing and healing. But being sick enough to make 4 separate appointments during the 2 month span and if this gets worse, this one too. So I feel like he wants me to say something to him or do something for him, but all Im getting from this is "do not ask me for anything". Isnt your spouse supposed to be the one taking care of you when youre sick? Hes already lost me emotionally. And right before our ten year wedding annivarsary. Cool.

Advice?

[chaos-istheonlyway]

Best friend! mikey

Best friend Mikey who is scared of losing you

Best friend Mikey who isn't afraid of showing affection in public

Best friend Mikey whom gets mistaken for your partner by every stranger or relative-

Best friend Mikey who would even kill for you

He is a lazy person in general but he wouldn't be lazy enough to bring you ice cream an tissues at 3 am in the morning just because your jackass partner broke your heart

No worries darling you can cry your guts out he will baby you just as much as you baby him normally

Don't be shocked when you hear abt your ex getting beat up-

Mikey looovessss cuddling with you

He can just snuggle you and stay like that for eternity💀

You gotta pee? He doesn't care. It's not his problem, he tells you to "just hold it in"

He also loves gossiping

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the people you're talking about he wants all the tea (ehem koko kinnie much-)

He pretty much acts like your bf and brother at the same time-

GOD he's so clingy

You could be doing anything, walking, eating, hell EVEN SWIMMING

He somehow always has an arm around you

Or he straight up clings on you

....like a koala

He is the type of best friend to sing his lungs out with you in a sleepover

He also loves talking about crushes

....he also loves threatening your s/o to be a good partner-

He literally goes "break my bestie's heart and you're dead" while going white eyes

Best friend mikey also loves waking you up at any time just to take a stroll in city with his bike

He just loves spending time with you

He trusts you enough to open up about his feelings when he can

Not too much tho cause he hates talking abt his feelings as we can see in canon (kinnie moments-)

He tried cooking dorayaki with you once

It was a disaster... never try again. For the sake of this world-

Draken is so happy someone who's not him also takes care of Mikey

This bish also won't hesitate to wake you up in a sleepover if he's bored -_-

He just pokes you and says "I'm bored"

Honestly good luck with him

But he's too precious and cute so it's worth it

He would go apeshit if you were to get harmed or if you'd die

He is so grateful that you're always there for him

He always tries his best to remember special days to give you gifts

He often feels like he's burdening you with his attitude and all so please give him words of affirmation-

He's not the best adviser but he'd listen your venting

All in all he's an amazing best friend

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Omw to shift for mikey cause I wanna be best friends with him and izana😭😭😭👌🏻

sorry this sucks but I wanted to write it cause I couldn't find anything like this but I was CRAVING it... but my migraine said fck it let's get in the action for May so she won't be able to write osmkdskosj

[thotsforvillainrights]

Protective Geten headcannons? Like if someone threatened his s/o.

(Oh God, I love protective Geten. The Ice gremlin is so precious to me.)

~Protective Geten and his S/O~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Despite him being not as loving and touchy feely as most partners, he still cared a great deal about you. He always wanted to ensure you were okay at all hours of the day and night. Of course you didn’t hear this from him, but he showed it in his actions. Those actions weren’t always clear to see either. At some point in the relationship he made sure to get Skeptic to train his cameras on you. These cameras never really came in handy until today.

-You were out getting some last minute ingredients for dinner tonight when a thick hand gripped the back of your neck and snatched you into an alleyway. No matter what your size, height, or quirk (or no quirk) was, there was no way in hell you could take a fight between 5 men and one girl with weapons. You decided to take the smart path and give up your money, any jewelry you may have been wearing, and your shoes. You secretly hoped they wanted nothing more from you than that. Meanwhile Geten had gotten a rather frantic call from Skeptic shouting about how you were pulled into an alley near 8th street. Lucky day for Geten that you were a block over from him, UNLUCKY day for the street thugs that decided to attack his partner. 

-You’d seen just how rough he could get from his training that he allowed you to watch but this was entirely different than what you were used to. He put up a wall of ice between you and the attackers on his side. You could still see what was happening on the other side of the distorted view through the ice. He was like an animal, no regard for human life whatsoever. It took everything in him to not kill those people when he heard you shouting through the thick ice to stop. He was fully prepared (and fully intended) to finish them off. He paused and looked back you for a long moment before dropping one of the bastards and letting down the wall. You would hug him but he was too quick with it, immediately moving forward to pull you into a tight embrace. “I’m glad you’re okay.” You heard his muffled words as he squeezed you tightly. You decided to call the cops and make a report on it instead of leaving the people to bleed out in the alleyway. It would be a bad look for Deika and their near perfect crime reports. Besides, you knew Trumpet was running for office again and you didn’t want to give the reporters anything they could bother him with during the debates. 

-Later on in the week you noticed things were changing around you. Instead of feeling that certain independence you felt around the house, you were feeling like you were being followed...because you were. Geten never really left your sight but he didn’t speak up on it either. He played it nonchalant as he followed you around while you did chores around your home. His face stayed buried in his phone as he scrolled along and kept following you. Even when you left the house he opted to come join you. Soon he was missing out on all of the things you knew he’d rather be doing like serving Re Destro, training, or even just re-reading that Liberation book he loved so much. Eventually you decided to speak on it. To your surprise he actually responded back with genuine emotions, not a Tsundere trait in sight. He eyes were wide and full, small tears threatening to drop at any second. “I just don’t want to lose you...” It would take likely a few months to get him back to normal but you were willing to take that time if it was meant to reassure him.