#6 reasons why your hair won't grow

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Feisty Lady Anger and other things about me you hate

My mother prizes her anger, for all that she doesn't express it openly. I tell stories about her spiteful, steel-spined responses to people who told her, "You can't do that," and I point to them as Why I Am How I Am. Her father told her he wouldn't pay for her college because "women only go to earn the MRS degree," and she could "get married and have babies" without college. In response, Mom got her bachelor's in Mathematics in 1970 on her own dime, back in the days when in-state students didn't pay tuition at state schools (just another thing Reagan ruined). She worked and paid for her books and housing, got her degree, paid for her own wedding because he wouldn't do that either. Taught school, got her Master's, had three kids, started her Ph.D. with 3 under 6 and became a professor when the youngest was 5.

Tell me I can't, my mom told the world, and I'll show you that I can. I won't just do it, I'll become a department head and a Distinguished Professor and retire after 30 years of teaching other math teachers with a list of achievements as long as my arm.

There is an anger that runs deep in the women in my family. Tell me I can't, and I'll show you I can. Show me injustice and I'll tear at it with my teeth and hands, staring you down while I do. Backwards and in heels.

I can't tell you the moment I crossed out of Feisty Lady Anger in the eyes of the people close to me, but I can tell you the moment I noticed. Maybe it was when my voice started dropping or the growing muscles on my shoulders pulled my stance more square and upright. Maybe it was when I moved from they/them to he/they, and somehow I stepped from Diet Woman to Too Close To Man in their eyes.

It's a funny thing when all of a sudden your anger becomes real enough to be startling to people. Your anger is no longer feisty, charming, and attractive. This thing that people liked about you, that people who say they love you said they loved about you, suddenly becomes frightening, upsetting, and terrible. The way you didn't let people mow over you and fought back used to be a thing that people admired. It was actively attractive. It was one of your best qualities.

Now? It's ugly. It's disgusting. It's scary. The thing you were is gone, and now your anger is real to them.

It's in that moment that the blade cuts back towards you. You realize the reason your squared shoulders and set jaw drew people in couldn't be squared with the stubble on that jaw or the newfound strength in your arms. Feisty Lady Anger isn't real, not in the way a man's anger is real. Feisty Lady Anger is admirable, sure, but it is admirable because of its essential ineffectual nature. At most, Feisty Lady Anger fixes minor problems for the kids at school, gets the principal to back down from scolding your child when she politely asks the kid calling her a faggot on the bus if he knows what that really means, pushes a woman to achieve for her family, in appropriately neutered ways.

When you stop pretending to be a woman and become who you really are, when your anger becomes real, you realize both that the thing about you that people loved is gone and that this thing was attractive in the first place because of its ineffectiveness. Your anger wasn't scary because it wasn't real enough to be threatening.

Now you have Man Anger, and, you're told, you should apologize for that. It doesn't matter if it's the same anger you've always had, or that you're angry about the same things. It comes now in baritone, with belly hair and bellowing, and now it's both real and disgusting.

The worst part is watching it come from people you thought should know better, the people who should understand. You spent nearly 40 years being told to sit down and shut up because the men in your professional career were speaking, assured that if you just waited your turn, you'd be given a place to speak eventually, and now here you are being told within a community that claims to love and understand you, by people that claim to be in community with you and love who you are, that you actually don't have any real problems to speak about, also your Man Anger and Man Privilege (when do I get that, please?) are Scary and mean you should sit down and wait, and you'll be given a place to speak eventually.

It is the Transmasculine Catch-22: if you become Man Enough to no longer fit into Almost Lady, your anger becomes Real, which makes you realize that your anger wasn't Real before, but because it's Real now, you're not allowed to have it. And by the way, you're not allowed to be neither Man or Lady - now you're Man Enough, and that makes it all the more clear how you were simply Kirkland Signature Lady right up until the point you weren't.

There will be a few people who Fucking Get It, who don't see you as either a Failed Lady or a Broken Man, and you'll love those people all the more for their rarity. It won't take the sting out of realizing that the things people you love loved about you before now disgust and repel them, but it'll make it enough to keep going.

You couldn't stop, anyway. You've never felt more yourself, and the people who don't love you, the actual you, the real you... the loss of that hurts, but not nearly as much as the idea of pretending to be something else did.

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Experiment 56 [part 3]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, spider x reader , and quaritch x reader (dont blame me )

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, jealousy, a little 18+ but a little, all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Note: I got a little carried away with the pov. So the reading is a little long. But I hope you enjoy it, I already have the other parts in my head. I know you're going to love it, thanks again to all of you. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

"Ok, we're all awake now" Jake said, "no, loak is left, he went out to do something" kiri said as she braided your hair. "Well, I'll go get him" Jake came out of the hut. Neytiri came over to you and took your hands to see how your wounds are." How are they feeling? How do you feel? better?" said Neytiri as she also checked the bandages on your ankles. "I'm fine, mom." Neytiri looked at you and laughed a little.

You didn't usually call her mama, but when you did her heart would grow with joy. She didn't understand how she had become so fond of you. She thought it was because you had Navi blood, and that was the reason you were closer to her, but no, it was something else. She loved you as her daughter. It was like that time you were in the lab, you were about 5 years old, and you were in Jake's arms while Norm was taking blood samples. Jake looked up something on the computer, and put on a video of him when he was human. y/n stared at the screen, and then looked at Jake, "Did you see who's there? That's me, daddy." y/n looked at Jake "but you're pink and now you're blue" . Neytiri laughed a little, she was admiring the scene. Y/N was the baby she and jake would have had, if jake was still human. She fantasized about that idea. And if y/n was a gift from eywa, she was grateful for it. Because you were such a well-behaved, kind, strong child. Very strong.

"It's ready," kiri said as she continued to fix your hair. "I think the beads neteyam gave you, they look good "you looked at kiri with a withering look." Which beads?" asked neytiri while looking at your hair. "Yes, neteyam gave me some to put in my hair." Neytiri analyzed your expressions, "well… they look good on you." She shifted her gaze and got up to prepare breakfast.

"Kiriiiiiiii why did you say that?" you whispered to kiri while tapping her on the shoulder." Hey, I think it's cute…that coordinating outfits thing" she giggles at you, while still playing with her. You and kiri were so close. You said you were almost twins, since you gave them away on the same day to your parents. And they were the product of strange circumstances.

"Yes, but no one must know. You know… what mom and DAD will think. I don't want to imagine what dad will say, he's going to bury me alive and then you guys for covering up this secret." You look at kiri with worried. "hey…take it easy. Yeah, we grew up together and all. But we all know you and neteyam like each other…the looks and all. Trust me, I think dad knows something. Besides, neteyam was your first kiss." You turn completely around to look at kiri "kiri…we were 10 years old and it wasn't neteyam….it was spider." Kiri couldn't hold in her laughter. "ahhhh I remember now, it was a challenge. But neteyam kissed you later and ran off." You guys kept laughing until jake came in with loak.

"Ok, together everyone" You all settled in a circle and turned your attention to jake. "Family, you know what happened yesterday…the attack there was towards y/n." you lowered your head, you were trying to forget what happened. "Your mother and I talked and thought about going somewhere else." kiri stood up upset." what????" you tried to take kiri's hand." Hey, this is going to get worse… they want y/n. And then they'll go after all of us. This is for the best" jake took neytiri's hand "guys, it's the right thing to do" neytiri affirmed squeezing her partner's hand. Kiri didn't like the idea and left the pot in anger. Behind her were loak and tuk, these two were not upset by the idea, but went to look for their sister.

You were silent "dad?" Jake looked at you "yes, y/n" you took a deep breath "what about spider?" neteyam looked at you, while jake adjusted "honey, he's got…" "he'll stay here and that's it" said neytiri somewhat annoyed. You knew she didn't tolerate spider, but you still loved him so much. "But they're going to look for him. …. They know he knows me, he knows us. He must go with us. They can hurt him" neteyam stood up in discomfort and came up for air. Here you were again, worrying about spider, thought neteyam.

"Y/N, he will be fine. I promise", jake put a hand on your shoulder " no, please daddy…. He has to go with us. Please" jake looked you in the eyes, he knows how important he was to you spider. He knows his children love that monkey-human. "ok, that's fine he will come with us". "What do you say? No." Neytiri is upset. " Any clan we go to, they're going to reject us. And it's going to be his fault" you stood up and looked at neytiri "then they're not going to accept me either, mom look at me… I'm a human, a fucking demon. An experiment. A fucking human, with a navi tail. I'm sure they'll judge me more than the spider himself. We can't just leave him here." Neytiri looks at you with teary eyes, you just called yourself a demon. No, to her you were not a demon. "come here" neytiri hugged you " don't ever say that again… you are my precious girl". You hugged neytiri tighter, the woman looked at her mate and ascended with her head." It's okay, spider will accompany us." Neytiri looked at you, she saw your face light up. "thank you, thank you!!!" You ran off to break the news to kiri and the others.

"This is a disaster, How she knows it's an experiment. Besides, taking that kid…. I don't like Ma jake" neytiri moved closer to jake as he pulled her arms around her. "We'll be fine, I promise."

Kiri was with spider, loak and tuk. They were discussing the idea that jake had said. Kiri couldn't believe it, she loved her home. And leaving meant leaving everyone, leaving spider. Kiri looked up, when she saw you running, she had to laugh a little. You almost fell to the ground, you were funny when you ran. "Guys I have very good news" you go and hug spider. "what's wrong?" spider hugs you back as he puts his hands on your waist "ahhhh I'm so happy" you start jumping up and down, making spider copy your steps. Tuk joins you "what happened?" kiri asks, making you look at her." Spider is going with us, of course…if he wants to" You look at spider, the boy's eyes widened. "Is it serious?" Kiri couldn't believe it. She hugged spider. "Sure…but how?" spider couldn't believe what you were saying." Well…I have my charms" you say as you grimace, "sure, manipulative" said loak, as he pushed you to the side, so he could hug spider." Come here bro, I told you we would all be together" loak pulled you all closer in a big hug. "where's neteyam?" asked tuk. He was right, he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, you knew where he was and how he was. "Hey, why don't you tell norm and the guys everything while I go look for neteyam" Before you left, spider held your hand, looked you in the eye and rubbed his thumb over your hand. Your heart skipped a beat, you must admit that you and spider had a history, before you liked neteyam. Spider was your first crush. Loak and kiri looked into each other's eyes and tuk made a disgusted face. "well, you come or not" kiri said, as she dragged everyone with her.

You got to the soul tree, you knew neteyam was going to be there. And boom…you were right. He was sitting, while his queue was connected to eywa. He was praying. You sat next to him, and waited for him to finish. When he noticed your presence, he opened one eye and then ignored you. He just did that, you said to yourself." If you don't talk to me, I won't leave. And you know it" neteyam moved away from the eywa branches and settled down next to you. "Why do you always worry about him?" you couldn't believe what you just heard." Excuse me… are you talking about spider?" neteyam complained and you saw his face change color. "hey, don't be like that with me. Spider is part of the family. We can't leave him here" you take his hand "I know, but have you ever asked me how I feel? The first thing that popped into your head was to ask if…he can go with us." Wow, neteyam was right. You were always worried about spider, ever since you were kids. That was the reason why at 12 years old you had a crush on him, but when you confessed spider said you were "weird and ugly". Which caused neteyam to fight with him, loak to tell his mom and neytiri to try to drown him in the nearest river. Thank goodness Jake, everything was under control. After that, you became disillusioned. It wasn't until, at the age of 19, neteyam confessed that he loved you.

"sorry, yes. forgive me for not asking for you" neteyam settled in front of you, and took your face in his hands. "don't apologize to me, you know I don't like it when you do that." You lifted your heels and gave him a kiss. His lips were soft and warm. Neteyam slid his hands down to your waist, to pull you up onto his lap. Your hands tangled in his hair, as the kiss grew hotter. The kisses were messy, as neteyam kissed his way down your jaw to your neck. A gasp came out of your mouth, as neteyam pulled you closer to his body. Shit, you never went this far before. " neyet…" you sighed when you noticed how needy he was " that's not…mmm" you looked down at his crotch. "I'm sorry, I can't contr…" you interrupted him kissing him again. You two were so wrapped up in your make up section. That you didn't hear loak.

"ahhhhhhhhhh YUCK, NO NO NO NO. Ahhhhhhh" Loak yelled, you and neteyam separated quickly, trying to fix yourselves up a little. "you idiot, you need to learn how to call people" neteyam, turned his back to his brother, while trying to hide his recent erection. "hey, I'm not the one running around fucking in a PUBLIC area. You heard Public" Loak was yelling at his brother, until you hit him. "Shut up already, and don't you dare say anything." You threatened him, "I already knew you two were together, I'm not stupid. Plus, kiri, she's not that good at keeping secrets." You looked at him in shook, oh no. Why kiri had to open her mouth. "what do you want? what are you looking for us for?" neteyam asks, "dad, he says to pack up everything, we have to leave before sunset." Neteyam takes your hand, as you all start walking towards the shelter.

"You and I need to talk miss… I'm your best friend!!!! Why am I the last one to find out that you and neteyam are together. You know you're hurting me." I said loak, while still walking. "don't ignore me!!!!!" you and loak continue your discussion all the way to the shelter. Neteyam just ignores them.

AREA 12, northeast of pandora:

Quaritch sat staring at a fixed point in the lunchroom area, while his teammates laughed and talked about god knows what. In his head there was only one thing… you. How could such a beautiful woman, be the mix of a species that, to his taste, was unpleasant. Well not unpleasant, because now his body was the same. But he didn't find it attractive. "Hey…you're still thinking about that girl, aren't you?" said Lyle as he tapped his arm. "I'm just thinking how she could have gotten away from us" Quaritch shifted his gaze." Yeah, yeah…" Lyle giggled a little. "And did you notice that human boy?" commented Lyle, he looks like your son….miles" Lyle looked at Quaritch waiting for an answer." Yes, he does" There was a short silence until Lyle spoke, "do you think he's that girl's mate? He looked a little worried when John tried to touch her." Quaritch complained "that idiot…he doesn't know how to keep his fucking dick tucked away…. But I don't think boy is the mate. I think it's the blue monkey." Quaritch looked at each other as they analyzed the situation." Lucky guy…she's very pretty." Lyle said "hey…watch out." "I knew it…I knew it!!!!" Lyle got up from the chair and walked towards the exit as he teased Quaritch. "Knew what???" he yelled back…what did Lyle know.

After the saying goodbye to the clan and jake passing his toruk makto position. You all went to the area where the ikran were, all the family belongings were packed. Neytiri was checking that everyone was ready, putting on some kind of tunic, for the cold and wind. When it was almost spider's turn, she handed you the tunic "go and put this on him." Said neytiri as she looked at the poor boy out of the corner of her eye. You approached spider," look, this will keep you warm and safe" you place the tunic over his head, neteyam was next to loak talking about something until he saw the scene in front of him, "watch out… he might take your girlfriend away" said loak, causing neteyam to punch him in the stomach.

"hey, you two stop!!!! family are we ready? let's go!!!" announced jake, already getting into his ikran. Neteyam walked towards you, and took your hand walking towards his ikran. You had to go with someone, because even though you can use your queue, the ikran was too big a beast for you, so you had to share it with Neteyam. Spider noticed neteyam's look and lowered his head and walked over to kiri. "I feel that neteyam wants to murder me," says spider as he settles in behind kiri in her ikran, "don't mind him, he must be upset. After all… this is a big change for everyone" kiri tries to comfort spider. Everyone left, you sat right in front of neteyam, your back was against his chest. And he already had a hand on your waist. "hey…. Hands to the front" chuckled jake to neteyam as he noticed the position you two were in. You heard tuk giggling next to you, when you turned to look, you noticed neytiri was watching you too. Damn…this was going to be a long ride.

p.s:What do you think? Did you like it… Between today or tomorrow I will be uploading the fourth part. And remember the tag list is open. Just let me know. Kisses! <3

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Tags/Warnings: Fem!Reader/Pronouns, Swearing, Gojo has a hard crush on you, Gojo vs Toji Part 3, The word ass being used, Toji straight up having beef and fighting a bunch of teenagers, Nicknames such as beloved and hon(ney), JJK OCs, Out of pocket moments and sayings, Me being an annoying narrator

[Semi-proofread, informal formatting, and edited as of 12/22/2023 10:18am CST]

Summary: One of the truths behind Toji's beef with Gojo

Word count: 2.8k words

(A/N: I spent 10pm-6am writing this because I just need to or I would never forgive myself if I didn't! I promise I will have some of the "Toji lives" AU posts ready by next week because your girl got her ADHD meds back in stock!! Thank you for being patient with me and my inconsistent updates!!) (12/22/2023 6:05am CST)

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The REAL reason Toji has major beef with Gojo is because Gojo had a crush on you during his high school days when you would sub for Yaga in the classroom and training sessions. He did try his best to keep it under wraps but Geto was like,

"Bro, she's the same age as Yaga-sensei. . . Stop reaching, Satoru. . . Do I need to remind you who (L/N)-sama is married to again?"

The Gojo responded with, "Suguru, I don't give a shit about that loser. He's a bum, anyway. The question you should be asking is why (L/N)-dono is fucking married and still in-love to a deadbeat like him. I would have been a better option. Face it Suguru, I'm right."

While Satoru has a point, as Suguru noted, it doesn't change the fact that Satoru was crushing on a MARRIED woman who had TWO kids.

Though it was true, Satoru would have technically been a good husband/father/lover. However, there are many reasons why it must be ruled out.

Satoru is over half your age. Picking him meant allegations and a prison cell. Gojo tried reasoning with you, "But (Y/N)-dono! Age is just a number, give me two years!" "And Prison is just a place, Satoru-kun. I don't want to be labeled as a child predator, let alone be framed for "seDuCinG" the Gojo heir. I want to have a clean record."

While his personality brought you happiness, his carefree nature would clash a lot with you. He can mature but his child-like spirit and carefree persona isn't something you would personally deal with.

He was more of your protégé/junior/student if anything. You saw him more as your son and acted like a parental figure. You wanted to watch him grow and mature. Not become his lover.

To spite the higher-ups and Jujutsu elders(excluding your clan). Given you were a powerful and skillful sorcerer, marrying Gojo would be "BeNeFiCiaL" to Jujutsu society. However, it meant that you were on a watchlist 24/7 and pressured to have an HeIR. It made you physically sick and ill thinking what those old useless dementia white-haired cowards are allow to do that just to better "society" but not its citizens.

You are MARRIED to a man who is trying to step up after his major fuck ups. It's not perfect but Toji is his best trying after you gave him his life and freedom. Since he technically can't leave your home or go to Jujutsu High without your supervision, he's basically househusband duty. And he was getting pretty damn good at it too. Plus Toji's hot, he got you feral and gnawing at your teeth with his signature smile and smirk. And the way his arms flex when he crosses them, or how they feel when you link arms together.

While it wasn't super obvious, okay it was obvious, you always shot down Satoru's playful confessions and light-hearted shenanigans. Basically rejecting him every time. Usually, Suguru would warn you in advance but you know it would happen with each interactions. While you firmly turned him down, you made him understand why it can't and WON'T happen. You still care for him, just never romantically, only platonically and motherly. You made it clear that his "love" for you was just a strong admiration and infatuation disguised as a crush.

Though he was heartbroken, at first. Satoru slowly understand what you mean and his crush slowly fades away as it's replaced with immense respect for you.

HOWEVER, it still linger and not widely known because Toji finally gets word of this through the grapevine. A.K.A, through his two children Megumi and Tsumiki. It happened one day when you brought the two to the school so you can keep a close eye on them since they didn't have school that day. Toji was out doing errands so the two kids are accompanying you. Megumi and Tsumiki were occupied with their books and toys while you taught and trained the students. Megumi and Tsumiki went to find you because they were hungry and you had their lunches. As they looked for you, they see you talking to Satoru. They meet him a couple of times but he's still a stranger to them compared to Shoko or Suguru. So when they see Gojo with you, all alone with no one around, they thought it was major sus.

As they snuck closer, they could hear bit and pieces of what Gojo is saying to you. Megumi lowkey thinks Gojo is super annoying and acts more of a child then he does. But what catches his ears first was something with along the lines of, "(L/N)-dono, please consider it-" "Satoru-kun, how many time will I need to say no to you? You know I can never feel for you that way. Plus it's bad for me to agree to it. You know that it's admiration and infatuation if anything. Not love."

See Megumi knows you only use love as in 'I love you" to him, his sister, and his dad. But to this dude? Nah, something fishy is going on and Megumi gotta tell his dad about it. Megumi comes running, yelling "Mommy!!!". You and Satoru turn to see your son running to you and colliding with your legs. You crouch down and pat your son's head and smile at your daughter following behind him. Megumi hands your hand tightly as you lead them away to have lunch with your kids. Satoru made a face at Megumi when he saw the kid glare at him.

Once you three made it home, you're in the bathroom changing into some home clothes. Meanwhile, Toji was cooking dinner while Megumi and Tsumiki were waiting for you at the dinner table. As Toji was asking them about their day with you, Megumi brought up Gojo's advances and confession towards you. When Megumi said this, the beef Toji was about to flip plopped right back onto the pan. He looks back at Megumi and asks if there's anything else that he can share. As Megumi shares what he has seen through his perspective, Toji asks Tsumiki to confirm is this is all true, to which she said yes, backing up Megumi's claims.

"Yeah, Papa. Satoru-kun is weird. Even though Mama keeps saying she's married to you, he still does it. Tsumiki saw it too."

"I see... Thank you, Megumi and Tsumiki for watching and taking care of Mama for me. I appreciate it a lot. Can you tell her that dinner is almost ready?"

The kids nodded and went to go get you. After dinner and putting the kids to bed, you were sipping your favorite drink as Toji is doing the dishes. You would have helped him but he said no. While you two were talking, he brings up Satoru and his school crush on you.

"Toji, beloved, you know that it's just a small crush. It's nothing more then puppy love for me. Nothing more and nothing less. And you know that you're the only man that I am willing to give my heart to."

"I know that, (Y/N). But what does this brat got on me to think he's a better match for you? Just because this kid is practically a god doesn't mean everyone will bow down to him. I'm definitely not one of them. And to know that said brat is flirting with you even though you're visibly married with kids, he needs to read the room. I will be going with you to school tomorrow. The kids go back to school the next day, and I already got this week's groceries and cleaned the house."

You would have protested if Toji didn't give you a searing kiss while caging you in his arms. Fuck he looked so hot. Curse him and his good looks *punching the air*.

"Fine, you can come. BUT, Toji you need to behavior yourself. You already knew the deal. You better not be doing any funny business."

"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss, I promise you." Toji says as he gave you a kiss on the cheek before lightly patting your ass.

After dropping the kids off, Toji accompanies you to the school. Toji is just silent and sits in one of the chairs as you do your lessons. Toji is leaning on the chair with a smirk plastered on his face. Not a care in the world. After a few lessons, you were going to teach and train Gojo, Geto, and Shoko for the rest of the school day. As you went to their classroom, they greet you, especially Gojo. However, the mood changed when they saw Toji walk in behind you, wearing nothing but a black slim fit t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Toji gave a head nod to the teens while he just takes a seat in a chair to lean on it. The three were shock to see him.

Particularly because they did expect him to come with you to the school at all. Suguru had an idea but he hoped it wasn't going to be it. After teaching a lesson, you told the three to practice their curse techniques and let their curse energy loose. While doing so, you told them that you would have to speak to Yaga for a bit on something and would be back 15 minutes tops. You told Toji to behave, and he nodded and gave a thumbs up. As you leave the kids and your husband on the train grounds, that's when the storm started brewing. Toji walks up to Gojo and is 3 feet from him. He smirks while looking at him up and down, sizing him up. Shoko and Suguru are on the sidelines as Toji, a married adult male in his 30s, was beefing with a 16 year old high school student.

Suguru: "Satoru, I don't think this is a good idea-"

Satoru: "Hush now, Suguru. . . It's my time to shine. . . Watch the master at work."

Suguru proceeds to roll his eyes but becomes a little weary after his last encounter with Toji was. . . unideal. Given one of their teachers was shot in the throat by Toji saving Anamai, and himself getting injured. It wasn't something he wanted to constantly get reminded of. But ever since you liberated Toji from the higher ups and explained it to your students, Suguru has slowly been changing his views on Toji. It will take a while but it's getting there. Anyhow, Suguru told Shoko to book it once the two were going to throw down.

Satoru: "So, what brings you back here, Toji~? You just couldn't get me out of that little mind of yours~? You're mad I'm 1-0 with you?"

Toji: "Kid, I'm pretty sure that it's 1-1 since I won our first battle. Anyway, I heard through the grapevine that you gave (Y/N) a love confession. Don't you know it's bad to confess and hit on a married woman who has kids? Were you taught any manners? Then again, by the way you act, you probably have none."

Satoru: "You're just mad, Old Man. That I, Satoru Gojo, would treat (Y/N)-dono better and treat her worth. Face it, Old Man. I'm a better match for her than you'll ever be."

Toji: "Like she ever goes for someone half her age, Brat. Plus, you'll never look at you as a lover ever. You're more of a son to her and that's the closest you'll get."

Satoru: "Well, she doesn't need a bum like you around. Imagine fighting a bunch of teens and getting your ass beat by said teens. Skill issue if you ask me."

Toji: "Watch your tongue, Boy. Remember who made you struggle for the first time in your life and actually killed you. While, you know, fucking up your best friend, the second strongest sorcerer, with no curse energy? I got your ass with no gifts other than being a superhuman with weapons. You can never beat me, I'm just built different, Kid."

Satoru: "You wanna test that, Toji~? You got no curse weapons with you. I can pack you up like you're a school lunch."

Toji: "Kid, please. I don't need any weapons to beat you, let alone kill you. You see this? This is a rock, and I can use it to beat you. I also still have my hands too. And I am more then willing to give it to you, Gojo~kun."

Satoru: "You think I'm scared of someone like you? I've ascended, enlighten if you will. If you even know what that word is. Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one. Remember those words, Fushiguro-san? Remember them good because I will put you six feet underground."

Toji: "I see then, Kid. . . So you're playing God? I guess that makes me a God Slayer then. . . Prepare yourself, Kid. . ."

Satoru: "Alright, bet then, Bozo."

Thus, Gojo and Toji started to go at each other for round 3. Shoko was already gone and the two started fighting in the training grounds. Five minutes have already passed and they have made five decently sized craters. Just as both of them were about to throw a punch at each other, they suddenly felt a powerful presence which halted them. They turn to you walking towards them with a furious face unimaginable.

"GOJO SATORU AND TOJI (L/N) FUSHIGURO!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?! I LEAVE FOR LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR AND I GET CALLED BACK BECAUSE OF THIS!?!?"

"(Y/N)-dono!!"

"(Y/N)!"

You moved like a blur and appeared next to them vice gripping their forearms tightly. You dragged them to the nearest empty classroom you can find or any room. You were just so livid that you didn't hear Gojo whining about your grip and asking to let you go like a child. As you let them go once you dragged them far enough, you smacked both of them hard on the head. Shoko and Gojo were watching this as Yaga appeared right next to them shortly. It was interesting seeing two of the most broken people in the world kneeling with their heads down in-front of a woman who doesn't have god-like abilities.

"GOJO, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING BOTH OF YOUR ABILITIES DURING TRAINING SESSIONS!?!? YOU KNOW THE CALAMITY AND DAMAGE YOU COULD'VE CAUSED!?"

"BUT (Y/N)-dono! He-"

"NO BUTS, GOJO!! AND YOU, TOJI, I LITERALLY JUST SAID NO FUNNY BUSINESS AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO CREATE THE NEXT SECOND COMING OF CHRIST. I DON'T NEED ANOTHER RAPTURE HERE. I'M STILL DEALING WITH THE AFTERMATH FROM THE TWO OF YOU AS IT IS!!!"

"Okay, Hon. I take full responsibility for my actions today."

"YOU BETTER, TOJI!!! YOU'RE A FULL GROWN MARRIED MAN WITH TWO KIDS!!!"

"But (Y/N)-dono, I was not going to kill him last time-"

"NO ONES DYING HERE!!! NEITHER OF YOU WILL NOT DIE AS LONG AS I AM AROUND. I WON'T LET THE BOTH OF YOU KILL EACH OTHER OVER SOME PETTINESS AND A BOY CRUSH."

You start to calm down but you are still firm with them.

"I know this started because of Satoru's crush on me. . . Satoru, I will not love you romantically and date you. Please understand that. I care for you like family and that is said for the rest of you. Yes you, Suguru, Shoko, and Yaga. And Toji, I'm not leaving you for a child. I would be in jail and not working here. . . Geez, I saw this from a mile away but never expected this to happen. Now, you two better behave yourselves or else. You two don't have to say sorry or anything like of the sort. Just don't go tearing at each other's throats when I both am and am not around. Please, for me. . ."

The two looked at each other before saying a soft yeah. After that, Yaga told you to go home early and he would take it from there. You had to patch up Toji a bit but it wasn't anything of concern. From then on, Toji and Gojo just banter and bicker with each other. It's funny to watch except for Megumi since he's seeing his dad beefing with his unofficial adoptive older brother 24/7.

Satoru eventually grows out of his crush for (Y/N) but Suguru and Shoko never let him down. Hell, it's a running gag in the school about Gojo's old crush on you. Gojo always gets super embarrassed about it, especially when you join in but it's all fun and games with you all.

The only person who genuinely hates it is Megumi because the thought of Gojo having romantic feelings for you and trying to woo you made Megumi visibly ill and sick to his core. He would lowkey help his dad beat up Gojo if Gojo's crush on you became serious again.

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[lovemyromance]

idk why but i think itll be forced if gwyn and az get together. Like say elain accepts the bond and gets with lucien and azriel knows he has to step back and then suddenly he likes gwyn and they started to form a bond and get together. like... no. thats not it at all. like at least do some type of slowburn for gwynriel if elain and lucien get together. (Idk why but I keep thinking itll be like a forcing thing if elain and luc get together because they know they are mates. LIKE IT JUST WONT HIT THE SAME) But, I think thats why im so built up on elriel and cant fully ship the other ships because theres nothing for me to fully ship.

My meeting got cancelled just now and I'm in a silly goofy mood so let me just say this: if I were SJM and I for some reason DID intend to write Elucien or Gwynriel, I would not have done it this way. I don't think any writer would've done it this way.

The way the books are currently written, it is a clear setup for Elriel. People who deny that are those who still hold out hopes for their preference of ship, but the writing does not support that. It has not supported that since ACOWAR.

Not that I am in any way SJM equivalent but here's how I would've done it, starting from ACOWAR, which was when she started actively planning Nesta & Elain's spinoffs. (And this is in no way Anti Lucien or Gwyn. But I'm tagging it anti because I don't want them getting any ideas lmaooo)

1. The second they got back to the Spring Court, have Lucien grow a backbone and tell Tamlin he's going after Elain. Not simply "Get her back" but "I'm getting her back." (Ring any bells?)

Not wait for Feyre to leave and tag along to see if Elain was "worth fighting for", not simply think about how Elain had been thrown at him, not even think about Jessiminda. I would've had Lucien take action himself. He would've left to go after Elain immediately, and Feyre would've followed HIM - or waited till she got the spring court fucked up and then followed him.

2. Have Lucien be patient with Elain. Have more than just one awkward conversation with Elain. Have Feyre observe multiple moments between them. Have Elain slowly soften to him or get used to his presence. Have Lucien sit in the garden with Elain. Have him frown at her words and bring them up to Feyre and actually try to help her. But most importantly I would've had Lucien figure out her powers. (Sound familiar? Good. It should.)

3. Have Azriel go volunteer to find Vassa, not Lucien. Perhaps he goes into the library to research (starting the foundation for Gwynriel very subtly). Have Lucien join the IC as they fight at SC, have Lucien join them at the HL meeting. Have Lucien go into an angry rage at seeing Graysen and how that man's words hurt his mate. Have him comfort Elain and say "I'll wait - however long it takes."

4. Have Lucien save Elain from Hybern's camp. Have Lucien go feral and break the wards around the camp - setting up for his parentage plotline - and winnow in and save her. Have Elain kiss his cheek. Have Elain finally see him in a different light. (Wow where have I seen this before?)

5. Have Elain willingly invite him to Velaris at the end of ACOWAR. Have Lucien take her up on that offer.

6. In ACOFAS, have Elain & Lucien get each other presents. Elain does not get Azriel a gift, just Lucien. She appreciates the gardening gloves. Gets Lucien ... a fishing rod or hair tie or something idk "here's a rod: for all the fish that you catch with your hands" 🤣🤣🤣 Lucien laughs and Feyre thinks "wow I've never seen him so happy"

7. Continue to develop their relationship in the background of ACOSF. Lucien offers to help Elain train her powers in the background (idk how he would but still). He is there at solstice and gets her another gift. Cassian thinks Elain is sneaking around with him but won't admit it. Lucien goes with them to Hewn city and gifts Elain a dress that suits her better and is from the Day court or whatever. There's a bonus chapter with LUCIEN's POV where Elain & Lucien are about to kiss but they get interrupted and Lucien feels bad he pushed her too far so he says sorry this was a mistake. Miscommunication trope ensues.

8. After ACOSF, start their book with a major conflict that comes up immediately. For some reason, Lucien & Elain go to Day court to research and train her powers - maybe they have a Seer there idk. make something up, a la CC3 translation bean. Their friendship has been steadily growing since ACOWAR, and now it turns to love.

I would've set Elucien up for a slow burn, friends to lovers romance from the second Elain got chucked out that cauldron.

But again, SJM did not write it that way. She wrote all those key pivotal moments with Elriel, not Elucien. It would've been so easy to do the storyline above. It would've made us root for them more by the time their book came around. Lucien was a main character since book 1 (before he fell off) so their story would've been eagerly anticipated.

And I could do this same thing for Gwynriel, but she didn't exist until ACOSF so it would be much much shorter and basically would be Nesta noticing ACTUAL romantic moments between Gwyn & Azriel (not "bye Shadowsinger" or "you're new ribbon Az" but actual romantic attraction - like Azriel physically helping Gwyn cut the ribbon and touching her - with her consent ofc - and Gwyn blushing at him). Like - do the antis realize how EASY that would've been? I dare say it would've been easier for SJM to write Gwynriel than any moment with Elriel at that point in ACOSF, because Nesta spent more time with Gwyn.

There's absolutely no way SJM wrote the books this way with all this Elriel buildup, just so she could have a shock factor (?) of "Elain & Lucien are mates but she avoids him for 3 books and gets with Azriel but SURPRISE- Elucien is actually endgame! And Az gets with Gwyn!"

That just doesn't make any sense. At all.

[j0elmill3r]

okay but imagine baby girl millers first day of kindergarten. joel is an absolute mess.

Pairing - Joel Miller x Toddler!Daughter!Reader

Summary - Joel's baby girl has her first day of preschool and he's an emotional mess, but baby girl just wants her daddy to stop embarrassing her.

Warnings - For the first time, possibly ever, I think I can say none!

A/N - Ah yes, Joel is emotionally fragile but for a totally wholesome reason this time.

Joel Miller Masterlist

He could do this.

Joel Miller was a brave man. He knew that he could do it, he had to do it once, years ago with your older sister Sarah. But that was years ago, and he'd emotionally recovered from it once, but he wasn't sure he could handle it this time.

The dreaded first day of pre-school.

It almost bothered Joel at how unbothered about this whole ordeal you were. You were going to be away from your dad, who was all that you had known in the short time you've been living, for a whole 6 hours. He did, however, forget, that he had since gone back to work in the 3 years following your birth, so you weren't entirely shaken up by the idea of being without him. Joel just had the typical dad worries - would you miss him? Would you make friends? Would any boys try and make advances on you? And for the poor boys' sake, he hoped that the answer to that was no - Joel had scolded Tommy for teaching you how to throw a punch at the prime age of 3 years-old; She's got to learn some time, Tommy had told him.

Joel looked up at the rearview mirror as he pulled up to the red light, smiling as you watched the world go by through the window, a small grin on your face as you spotted the car beside your dads.

"Daddy look!" You pointed at the dog, whose head hung out of the backseat window of the car. Joel looked at the dog and smiled, turning back to look at you. "Puppy." You told him confidently, proving to him that you did, in fact, pay attention when he was reading to you at night. Joel chuckled to himself as he pulled away, the red light turning to green.

"Yeah baby, that's a puppy," He confirmed to you, albeit with a sad smile. He was so proud of your development, but it pained him to see you grow up so quickly, he felt selfish for wanting you to stay a baby forever.

Pulling up outside of your preschool building, he parked the truck, exiting the driver's side, and headed to the backseat, where you sat in your car seat, your barbie backpack down at your feet. Joel unbuckled you from your car seat, picking you up with one arm, and reaching down for your backpack with the other - The small, child-size backpack looking comedically small on his broad shoulders. As he carried you into the playground, Joel felt the waterworks building, placing you down on the ground and kneeling down in front of you.

"I wanna go play now, daddy," You whined. Joel paid no mind to your whining, pushing stray hairs away from your face.

"Now, daddy won't be gone for long, okay? When the little hand on the clock gets to 2 I'll be back to get you, baby," Joel said. "And it's okay if you're sad or want to cry."

"I'm not sad, I wanna play, daddy," You repeated, taking no notice of your dad, on the edge of breaking down into sobs. As you looked back at your dad, it was then you took notice of his emotional state. "Huh? Why y'crin, daddy?" You asked him, trying to repeat the gentle tone that Sarah used to talk to you when you were upset. Joel sniffled as he looked up at you, his big baby girl.

"I'm okay, baby girl. I just love you, okay?" You nodded, pulling your sleeves up to wipe away the tears from Joel's eyes. He sighed out and hugged you tight, wanting to hold you for a while longer before the bell rang to take you away from him for the day.

"I love you too daddy," You assured him, going on your tippy toes to kiss the top of your dad's head. Joel smiled at your comforting gesture, now realizing that you would be okay without him. He took a deep breath to compose himself, taking a look at you before kissing both of your cheeks, and smiling as you giggled. "I'm ready now daddy." You told him.

"Okay baby girl, have a good day," Joel yelled, watching as you ran off from him. A sad smile fell on his face as he turned away after you had gone into the building and disappeared from his vision

Yeah, maybe he couldn't do this.

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Promptacular]

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'Wasn't it sunny two weeks ago?' John grumbles, taking a too-big gulp of too-hot tea as the usual outside chaos of a Monday morning in London is superceded by-- for fuck's sake-- snow.

His personal chaos, though, is (perhaps predictably) worsened by it.

Sherlock doesn't look up from where he's feeding Rosie from a beaker of scrambled eggs. 'Why is it that people insist on asking inane questions about the weather?'

John turns his eyes heavenward, then crosses to put his mug in the sink. 'I cannot wait until Rosie grows up so I can have a normal conversation with someone,' he mutters.

Sherlock makes a derisive noise. 'Rosamund is not normal nor should she aspire to be. And she is already conversant.'

As if on cue, a sound resembling the word 'Snow!' squeals into the kitchen air.

'That's correct, Ms Watson. 'Snow day.'

'Snow day!' Rosie repeats enthusiastically, flinging her hands in the air. John casually moves the beaker out of flight range. Eggs are relatively easy to clean up, but still.

He looks towards the windows, where the curtains have been pushed back to reveal that brightness that only comes with snow. 'There's barely half an inch out there, you know.'

'Doesn't matter,' Sherlock insists. 'Snow day, it is.'

'Her nursery is still open,' John puts in.

'Snow day!' Rosie yells again.

'I have to go into the clinic,' he tries. The thought of leaving now, though, makes him even grumpier than just the fact of it being a Monday morning with snow on the ground.

Sherlock leans into Rosie. 'What do you think, Rosamund? Don't you agree it's rubbish that your father insists on keeping hours at that dirty place?'

John rolls his eyes. 'Always nice to see your snobbery in full force, then.'

'Nonsense, I'm just stating a fact.'

'Rosie brings home shedloads of germs from nursery every day, Sherlock.'

'All the more reason for you to stop working, cut the number of foreign bodies by half.'

'Sherlock, what--' But John stops, mind stumbling to a conclusion as he stares at Sherlock. Whose neck is starting to redden.

'Never mind,' the detective says, clearly trying to sound neutral but failing. 'Go forth and remain part of the toiling masses.' He plucks Rosie up and takes her over to the window. 'We'll be here having all the fun, we won't miss you at all.'

John pauses, wavering. He puts his coat on, listening as Sherlock and Rosie chat in a language only they understand.

Then he stands up straight, and goes to kiss his daughter goodbye.

Her cheek is soft, her mouth gummy yet sharp with tiny teeth. 'Well,' he says, smoothing back her hair but looking only at Sherlock. 'I cannot say the same will be true for me.'

Sherlock's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. But John's not ready to say more, so he nods once, and makes his way out into the snow.

[ <3 ]

[miniwheat77]

Close. Pt.1 (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Age Gap, virgin reader, fingering, mentions of death, violence, alcohol, !MINORS DNI!

(Summary): Reader gets left alone with Captain Price for a few months. How long can he spend alone with her before he caves?

Part 2 here

You can't remember the last time you had felt at peace with yourself. It's not that you were unhappy or anything, just uncomfortable in your own skin.

You've just turned 18, have no real life plans, you and your dad are constantly at each other's throats. It's a shit show for now, but you know it won't be forever. Your dad is in the military and he is very stern with you. He wants everything to look perfect and sometimes you just can't manage that. Your mum had passed away and he was all you had left as none of your other family really cared too much to stay in contact with you after she had died.

Your dad was due to be coming home soon and he expected the house to be spotless when he came home, which you had scrubbed the entire thing head to toe. Even going as far to dust off ceiling fans and light fixtures.

You had mentioned a couple times to him about moving out, but he'd flipped out on you. You're sure it wasn't anything personal, more or less just him being scared to lose you too.

He took it very hard when your mum passed away. He couldn't function for some time afterward. You and him fought like crazy because he seemed to take his sadness out on you. You didn't appreciate it and were going through it just as bad as he was. When she passed away, it meant you were alone while he was deployed. You had nobody to rely on when he wasn't there. You had no one but yourself 10/12 months a year.

"Y/N, you remember Captain Price?" he says to you over the phone. Your stomach falling slightly. "Of course I do, why?"

His name alone causes your hair to stand up. He was around a lot when you were a kid, your dad had gotten stationed alongside him in Britain and brought you and your mom to live there with him for a few months. During that time, you ended up spending a good majority of time with Captain Price, considering your home life wasn't so good. From about 8-10 you were with him. You had a huge crush on Captain Price. You had only just come to terms with the fact that you and him would never be anything, and your dad comes to lay this on you.

"He's coming to stay with me on the base for a few months, he'll be staying in our guest room. Is that okay?" he asks. "oh uh.. of course. Why wouldn't it be?" you laugh the nervousness in your voice off. "I'm sure he will be grateful we're having him, but make sure the house is clean for my return please, sweet pea?"

"Course dad." he laughs into the phone. "You always sound so unamused. When did you grow up and stop being my little girl ah?" he slurs his words. You can't help but roll your eyes. You hadn't realized he'd been drinking before. "Get some sleep dad. I'll talk to you tomorrow night." You laugh, hanging up the phone. You looked around the house, it was spotless, just like he'd asked. You made your way up the large staircase. Your dad made a fair amount of money and provided you with everything you needed and more. He had a nice house, and everything. But you didn't like to take his money. You slipped your hand over the oak railing, frowning to yourself. It was so lonely here without your mum. You hated being here alone.

---

"Hey. I've some bad news." Is the first thing you hear from your dads mouth a couple days later. "What?" you ask. "My contract extended another 6 months. But John has already gotten his plane ticket and can't get it refunded. It'll be just you and him for a while. Is that okay?"

You think to yourself. Alone? In a big house? With the finest man you've ever laid eyes on?

"Of course it's okay. It's not like I haven't done it before. No reason he shouldn't be able to check the base here out." You smile into the phone. "Oh good. I'm glad you're such a good sport Y/N." Your dad chuckles over the phone. "I'll ask him to keep an eye on you, yeah?" He laughs. "Yeah right. I've been here alone for like 10 months and I've done just fine." You roll your eyes, he can't see it obviously. "I'm sorry honey. But you know how this is."

"Yeah. I know. But it'll be alright. You'll be home before you know it."

---

When that Friday came, you had to pick John up from the airport, it was the plan from the beginning as you were supposed to pick your dad up as well. You couldn't help but be a little sad that your dad wouldn't be coming home. He was really all you had left.

You don't know what you would do if you didn't have him.

You had to be awake at 5am to go get John, you weren't happy about it. But thankfully, it was a warm summer night.

You had on a t-shirt and some shorts, not really thinking about how you looked in front of John. You were a little too tired to even think straight. You waited inside the airport by where the baggage claim was. You're sitting in a chair in the small waiting area. Pretty soon, you make eye contact with him, and he looks just as good as he did when you were younger. The same facial hair, same kind of uniform. Everything.

You send a smile his way and his eyes widen. "Good god. You're a woman." He laughs, pulling you into a hug. "What?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "The last time I seen you, you were just a little girl." He laughs, pulling away. You missed his accent. He grasps his bag. "Yeah, was a long time ago." You blush. You make your way out to your car together, it was parked right at the entrance. "It's just crazy." He stares you up and down. "Although... are you in pajamas?" he says in confusion as you pass him to walk around the car. He climbs into your passenger seat. "Uhhh. Perhaps." You smile. He makes a "tsk" sound, shaking his head. "Didn't your dad always teach you to be prepared?" You reach in front of him, opening the glovebox. Inside was a gun your dad made you carry. "Jesus. I meant.. If your car breaks down or something."

"Bold of you to assume I can't change a tire in pajamas."

"You are definitely your fathers daughter." He laughs. He hears the song on in the car, and he smiles, reaching for the dial to turn the sound up. "Your playlist?" You roll your eyes. "Always." he laughs. "Man.. 20 year old me would've killed to be with a girl like you."

What's stopping you now?

You have to shake the thoughts from your head. "Yeah, show me a picture of you at 20." You laugh. He thinks to himself. "I don't even know if I have one." you lick your lips. "Suppose they didn't have cameras in the 1800's ah?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "Ha Ha. You're hilarious." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "Now I'm gonna look for one." He slides his phone out.

When you arrive at your house, he grasps his bag out of the back and you both make your way for the front door. You unlock it and hold the door open for John. "Come on, guest room is this way." You walk down the hallway. He follows you and you open up the door for him. "Goddamn, when your dad said you had a spare room I didn't think he meant in a damn mansion." He laughs. "Yeah, it's a little extreme for 2 people." You laugh. You leave him to unpack his stuff.

"I found a picture of me when I was in my 20's." He laughs. You're sitting on your couch and he's walking up behind it from the hallway. "Show me." You smirk. He holds the phone in front of your face. "Holy shit." You laugh. "What?" he laughs. "If only you weren't 20 years younger." You smirk. He freezes up. "Yeah right, I was way out of your league." He brushes off your comment. "I just wanna know what happened?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "I got more attractive that's what happened." He crosses his arms. "Mhmmmm."

You were really good at getting under his skin for some reason.

---

He almost couldn't take the torture. He'd been here for a week so far and was struggling.

You walking around in nothing but shorts and tank tops, back talking him with those pretty lips.

You thought for sure he didn't have any feelings for you, but you didn't realize just how close you were to cracking him. He waits for you to get back from a friends house. Sitting at a stool at the countertop in the massive kitchen. He'd gone out and bought a good bottle of scotch, and maybe he'd had little too much to drink.

When you finally come in, you step inside. Walking into the kitchen after you'd kicked your shoes off. He noticed you had a messenger bag with black fabric peeking out. He knows exactly what you were out doing.

"Kinda late ah?" He smirks, startling you. "Jesus Christ!" you hold your hand over your heart. "Why are you just sitting there like that?" you sigh. "Come sit sweetheart. You ever had scotch before?" you swallow hard. "Uh.. no. Have you met my dad?"

He's got an evil grin on his lips. "Well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I mean, you weren't really at a friends house were you? I can see the dress sticking out of the bag. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed that either." He smirks. "Well. It was a waste of time anyways." You laugh. He pours a small amount into another glass, sliding it over to you. You pick it up and put your lips to the glass and he smiles, watching you try it. Your nose immediately scrunches up and you cringe. He laughs a little too hard. "Maybe scotch shouldn't have been your first drink." You laugh. "It's fine."

"Why was the party a bust hm?" He asks. "I just don't fit in. At all." You look down at the countertop. "How's that?" You smile. "Since I've been so sheltered, bounced back and fourth. I don't really know how to fit in with people my age. They all wanna get drunk and party. I just decided to leave early because spending time with you sounded like way more fun." You laugh.

"But I suppose you probably don't see it. You probably just see me as some kid." He smiles down at the countertop. "Of course I do. I was there, watching you grow for a couple years there. I'll always see you that way." He laughs. "Exactly." He could sense the annoyance in your voice. "Y/N, what's going on hm? You've been acting weird for the last couple days." He grasps your shoulder to make you look at him, he looks you in the eyes. You pause for a minute. You lean forward, making possibly the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You plant your lips right onto his, and he draws back immediately. "Woah." He pushes you back by your hips. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I can't kiss you like that. I can't-" you stand up from the stool, "no.. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." You shake your head. "It's okay. I..." He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You quickly make your way for your room. Humiliated. He sighs as he sits back down at the countertop.

---

When he wakes up the next morning, he hears nothing but silence and his head pounding. He definitely had too much to drink the night before. But not enough to forget what happened. When he walks around the house, you’re nowhere to be found. Probably off to school already. He lets out a groan as his phone begins ringing. His head already throbbing.

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “Hey John.” He hears your dads voice, his stomach falling a little.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Y/N got into a scuffle at school this morning, she’s getting dropped off by her counselor. You mind keeping an eye on her for me?”

“Yeah no problem. And.. a scuffle?”

“I guess some dumb kid was being mean to her. Hurt her wrist pretty bad.” John thinks for a second. “You make it sound like it was a boy.” He laughs.

“From what I understand it was.” John’s face falls immediately. “It’s been going on for some time now, I was gonna take care of it when I got back but.. I got an extension.”

“I might be able to talk to the school about it, if you want.” He offers. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He says. “It’s no problem. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.”

John hears the front door open, and makes his way out from the kitchen. Your counselor is helping you inside. “What the hell happened?” He asks. John finds it a little weird that your counselor is a middle aged man, and was alone with you while you were completely inebriated. “Well..” he sighs. “A boy at her school was being a little mean. I guess they kinda got into a little bit of a tussle, he slammed her hand in her locker.”

That explains the wrap around your wrist.

“He said something about her mom, so Y/N just.. attacked him. They had to sedate her to get her to calm down. She’s coming down from it, but she’ll be alright.”

John nods his head. “Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asks John. “I’m Captain John Price. I’m looking after Y/N until her dad gets back from deployment.” Her counselor nods his head. “Well. This is going to go under investigation. I’ll be surprised if Y/N is allowed back after this.” He narrows his eyes. “That boy slammed her hand in a locker, and made a comment about her dead mother. If I were her, I’d have attacked him too.” He crosses his arms. “Yeah.. but it’s not up to me or you. It’s up to the school.”

John laughs. “Thanks for bringing her home. But if you’ll excuse us.” John says.

After saying goodbye, he leaves.

John sits on the coffee table, placing his hands on your knees. “Are you okay?”

You’re really quiet. You nod your head. You look drowsy. “Don’t lie to me.” He says sternly.

You shake your head no. He brushes hair out of your face. Watching you blink, the tiredness so apparent in your eyes. “You’ll be alright.” He flattens your hair with his hand, running it over and over again. He’s trying to calm you.

“I’m..” your voice cracks a little and your speech is slurring. “I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you.” You look up at him. He sits up from the coffee table, sitting next to you. “It’s fine, it.. was a crazy night. Let’s not worry about that though.” He pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Who is this boy and why is he fucking with you?” He asks. “I don’t really know, he just started doing it one day and went with it.” Your voice slurs slightly. “Hm..”

“Everyone says he has a crush on me. That’s why he does it,” you laugh. “Yeah, that’s no excuse to do what he did.”

“And he’s really ugly.” He laughs a little harder than he should. “You’re so innocent. It’s so cute.” He smiles. Your heart aches in your chest.

So close, yet so far out of your reach. “Here. You get some sleep okay?” He covers you up with a blanket, standing up. You turn your head to the side, laying on the couch. He watches your eyes close, your body relaxing. He picks up his phone, disappearing into the other room.

—

When you wake up, you’re confused. It takes a few minutes until everything comes back to you. A yawn leaves your lips and you stand up, going up the stairs. You don’t see John anywhere around. You change your clothes into something more comfortable. You look at yourself in the mirror. The embarrassment from the night before still fresh in your brain. “Y/N?” You hear John calling for you. You quickly finish what you’re doing, going down the stairs.

“I took care of everything.” You frown, “what do you mean?” He lifts up a stack of papers. “You’re on a 2 week mandatory suspension, but I took care of the rest.” He smiles. “What did you do?”

“I just went down there, talked to your school. Seen the kid so I talked to him too. I could tell it was him because of the scratches and stuff all over his face. Has a hell of a shiner." He smiles.

“Oh god…” you cross your arms. “What did you say to him?” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it.”

You knew he probably threatened the boy to get him to back off of you. “He’s a little prick but he should leave you alone.”

He laughs. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.” He nods his head. “It’s nothing. You feeling better?” He asks. You follow him into the kitchen, “I’m fine.” You grasp a water bottle out of the refrigerator, passing him one too. “So.. about your counselor..” he trails off. “What about him?” John shakes his head. “Just seems weird that he’s alone with you. Like that.” He pauses to take a drink out of the water bottle. “I’m alone with you.” You pull a stool out from the counter, hopping up onto it. He does the same, sitting next to you.

“Yeah but that’s different. I’m a family friend.” You laugh. “He’s just there to make sure I’m good at school.” John nods his head. “I only have like 3 more months of school left.” He nods his head. “That’s good, cause that guy gave me the creeps.”

“He probably thought the same about you.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t be that creepy, you tried to kiss me.” He smirks. “Oh god.” You cover your face. He laughs. “Do you like me or.. was it just.. heat of the moment thing?” You look up at him. “Heat of the moment.” You lie, rolling your eyes. “For a Captain you sure are soft.” You glance at his hands, hoping he doesn’t catch it as you adjust yourself in your seat awkwardly. Even his hands had your attention. “I’m soft toward you. I’m only harsh when I need to be.” He shrugs. “So what, I’m the only person you’re soft towards? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes you do.”

“I just figure your dad is probably already pretty hard on you. I mean I heard some of the screaming matches you two had.” You nod your head. You laugh. “Yeah. It was pretty ugly.” He smiles. “Plus maybe I just have a soft spot for you, what’s wrong with that?” He smiles. Giving you a playful shove. No matter what, he thought of you as a kid. A little girl he watched grow. You hated it. It unsettled you to no end that he’d never see you the way you seen him. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks. You shoot a smile his way. “That’s classified.” You roll your eyes. “Oh come on. Tell me, there’s gotta be a reason.” He smiles. “Okay. Why don’t you have a wife?” You ask, tilting your head and leaning back in your chair. He smiles. “I don’t like the games you’re playing.” He laughs. You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t have a wife because the one long term relationship I was in, ended pretty badly.” He says. “There, now you tell me.”

“I don’t like guys my age.” He looks confused for a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Guys my age are immature and stupid. I don’t like it.”

“So.. what? You think men in their 20’s have that figured out?”

“No.” He looks even more confused. “Men in their 30’s and 40’s might though.” His eyes widen. “I-“ he pauses for a second. “For your sake, I hope your dad never finds that information out.”

“Me too.” You laugh.

“You have to be careful, Y/N.” He looks down. “Older men.. they just wanna use you and take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

He freezes up. “How do you know that? Have you been with an older man before?” He sits up straight in his chair, a laugh spills it’s way from your mouth. “Relax, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He relaxes. “Wait.. anyone? Like ever? You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I went on one date. And it did not end well.”

He laughs. “Thank god. You’re still innocent.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea, Captain Price.” You smirk.

“I hope you never date anyone. Ever.” You tilt your head back with a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Cause the thought of you with another guy. Your age, older, or not. Makes me cringe.”

“Why? I’m not your daughter.”

“Yeah, but I was there with you. I pretty much raised you for two entire years cause you wouldn’t leave my house.” He laughs. “You offered.” You scoff. “I know. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Your parents were fighting a lot, I didn’t mind having you around.” He laughs. “I guess I just have such a pure image of you in my head that I hate the thought of some dumbass guy ruining it.”

“I want a family. So.. I hate to tarnish that little pure girl in your mind but I’ll have sex, get married, and have kids at some point.” He cringes as you say it. “Hopefully not in that order.” He laughs.

“Definitely in that order.”

“Ah god I don’t wanna think about that.” He scrunches his face up in disgust. “You’re still young, you have so much time to think about that bullshit. Enjoy it while you have it.” You sit up slightly in the stool you’d sat on. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t have sex?” You laugh. “Not in a long damn time, no.”

“Exactly, that constant need you feel? You aren’t the only one who feels that.” You laugh. “Here.” He slides his cup toward you. He’d filled it with Scotch at some point. “It helps take that feeling away. Just plug your nose.” You roll your eyes, tipping it back. Flinching much less than you had the night before. “You know my dad would be pissed if he found out you were letting me drink.”

“Yeah, but you’re a secretive little thing so I’m not too worried.” You smile.

—

A few hours later, you’re sitting on the couch. He’s next to you trying to play a video game but it’s only pissing him off. You’re drunk, staring at the screen, laughing as he raged. “What the fuck is this? My teammates suck!” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? You sure it’s the teammates and not you?” You laugh.

“Ha Ha. I’m at the top of the scoreboard. And I have the best KD of everyone.” He rolls his eyes. You smirk. “I don’t like your attitude.” He sets the controller down. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Oh. Babygirl those are fighting words. You better quit while you’re ahead.”

“Make me.”

He stands up, “alright. But I warned you.” He smiles, an evil smile. He grasps your legs pulling you down, beginning to tickle at your sides. You squirm hard, laughter beginning to spill out of your lips. He leans down on top of you on the couch, straddling your hips to hold you down. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Say "I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” He smirks, sliding his tongue along his teeth. “I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” You cry it out as loud as you can. He draws his hands back, laughing as you came down. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

Once you had stilled, his smile falters and he’s looking down at you. His eyes flashing to your lips and than back to your eyes. He swallows hard. You can see it in his eyes he’s weighing out the pros and cons of kissing you. He shakes his head, sitting up and moving away from you. “There.” He smiles. “Now watch me kick some ass.” He picks up the controller and you sit up.

What was that?

You know now, he’s thought about it.

When he loses another round, he rage quits and sets the controller down.

He leans back onto the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Earlier.” He grasps your attention. “You said you went on a date and it didn’t end well, what happened?”

You look down. “Uh.. this guy was bugging me for a while to go out with him. Like.. following me around in school, following me to my car afterward. Constantly messaging me. So I finally gave in and he just said a bunch of gross shit to me.” You laugh awkwardly. “What did he say?” You look down. “He said um.. that.. oh god,” your face heats up and he can tell you’re getting embarrassed. “He said.. stuff about my body. Like.. maybe if I ate less my thighs wouldn’t be so big because he didn’t like it.” You take a deep breath, John raising his eyebrows. “I told him I wasn’t interested in having sex or anything like that because I was a virgin. And he told me ‘if he doesn’t put it all the way in, it doesn’t count’ and.. just always said stuff about stretch marks and stuff.” John shakes his head. “I see what you mean, about boys your age. Because everything he hates? I fuckin love. Thighs?” He rolls his eyes back with a groan. “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t listen to him.” You laugh. “I didn’t. I went on one “date” and that was it. Ignored him after that.” He smiles. “So.. you’ve.. never had sex. But. Have you ever been touched? Like at all?”

You shake your head, crimson creeping up onto your cheeks. He runs his fingers over his facial hair. “Have you ever wanted to?” He leans back into the couch, tapping on the beer bottle he had in his hand. “Of course I have.” You roll your eyes. “But.. I don’t even know how to do it myself.” You laugh. You're holding a beer bottle as well. Holding it between your thighs. “What do you mean, you don’t touch yourself?” You look down. “I.. have tried. It just.. doesn’t feel all that good I guess.”

He chews on his lip, creating an awkward silence for around a minute.

“I could show you, if you want.” He finally says it.

Your stomach falls. And you look up at him, those wide innocent eyes. And he knows he’s probably gonna regret this. You’re young and innocent and he was there when you were a kid. But again, you were 18, sexy. And you wanted him, he could tell.

“I.. I guess?” You say skeptically. You take in a sharp breath when he stands up. Is he joking? “C'mere.” He grasps your ankles, much like he had done when he was tickling you. He pulls you down onto the couch again. You set down the beer bottle and lay back. “Relax. I’ll stop if you want me to okay?”

You nod your head, staring up at him. That same sense of innocence in your eyes. He breathes out. “I shouldn’t do this, should I?” He breathes. “Probably not..” You trail off.

“I’m.. just showing you. Yeah?” You nod your head. "Nothing more." He says. "Yeah... Nothing more." you repeat, a little quieter than he had said.

You wanted him to touch you so badly you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. He loops his fingers over the waistband of your shorts, panties too. Pulling them down your legs. He swallows hard as he finally sees all of you. “Do.. you have any toys you like to use? Or have tried?”

You shake your head. “Have.. you ever.. had anything inside of you?”

Once again, shaking your head no. “Okay. Just relax for me?” He slides his hand up onto your thigh, moving it higher. His gentle touch on your skin has your cheeks heating up, your face feels like it’s on fire. Where his skin touches your own, burns. It’s almost too much to take. All of those years yearning for his touch, his attention. And you were finally getting it. He runs his finger up your slit and a gasp leaves your lips as he rests it on your clit, drawing small circles into it. You squirm immediately, and he smiles to himself. “You’ve not done much huh? So sensitive…” he breathes out.

There was this part of him that wanted to preserve your innocence. Wanted to pull away, apologize and walk away. And than, there was a devil on his shoulder chanting for him to go further. To take your virginity and fill you completely full of his cum right where you laid, to taint every last bit of innocence left inside of you. Leave you full and wanting more.

He wanted you to taste him on your tongue every time you thought about him. His bitterness. He had an internal debate as you squirmed at his touch. So sweet. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a lion, you didn’t see it. Didn’t know what he was capable of doing to you. He breathes out, trying to hold back. You didn’t know any of this, because he was gentle with you. Hid all of the evil parts about himself from you, especially the one that thought about burying his face between your thighs as soon as he seen you at the airport, all grown up. He lifts your leg up, moving himself closer between them. Resting it in his lap. He lets out a deep chuckle. “Just relax for me sweetheart. You’re too tense.” His voice is deep and it’s a voice you’d never heard from him before. “Just focus on what I’m doing to you okay?” You nod your head, staring down to where he was touching you.

You’re watching, lips parted. You’re completely mesmerized and you’re holding back. He doesn’t like that you’re holding back. He starts to rub faster, drawing pants from your lips. You’re getting wet, which is what he wants. “M’gonna try something, okay?” You nod your head. He slides his finger over your entrance, gathering your wetness on it. He starts drawing circles over your entrance, and you’re confused. It feels good but it’s not anything like him rubbing at your nub. A gasp leaves your lips as he presses it into you, and he could feel you stretching around his finger. Just one finger and you were this tight. You lift your hips into his touch, your eyes screwing shut. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Once he feels like you’re wet enough, he tries to slowly add a second finger but a hiss leaves your lips and you move back slightly. “Sorry love..” he chuckles. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“You’re so tight..” he breathes. His cock throbs uncomfortably against his jeans. He palms himself slightly when he knows you’re not looking. “Is.. is that bad?”

“No sweetheart. Well.. it just means. It’ll hurt more when you.. have sex for the first time.” He mumbles. “Because.. most likely. You’ll be dealing with something bigger than a couple fingers.” He pumps his finger a little faster. “Can you.. try to add another finger?” He bites his lip. Keeping his eyes from rolling back. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s okay.”

He slides his finger out of you, watching you blush as he puts them in his mouth to wet them down further with his saliva. You thought he was oblivious to the fact that he’d just tasted your arousal, but he wasn’t. You tasted sweet and he loved it. He wanted more. Wanted to bury his face into you until you screamed.

He slides the first finger inside of you and once he thought you were ready, he lined the second up. You grasp the hem of your own shirt tightly, closing your eyes. He goes as slow as he can, pushing his finger into you. Your body has so much resistance and he sees you flinch as he pushes it in further and further. When he finally reaches his knuckle, the tightness around his fingers has him so on edge he could barely take it. He wants to feel you clench this tight around his cock more than he could put into words. He draws it back, pushing it back inside of you until they moved comfortably. You unintentionally spread your legs further for him, and he grits his teeth. You were so comfortable with him touching you.

“John..” a whimper falls from your lips and his stomach falls, his cock throbbing hard. He wants to get up and yell, the feeling in his chest that he has is too much to bare. The way you moan his name makes him wanna climb on top of you and fuck you until you forget his name. He breathes out. Closing his eyes, still moving his fingers into you. “I want you to do it.” He draws his hand back. You look at him. “Here.” He grasps your hand. Moving it to your soaked opening, “try one finger,” you nod your head, swallowing hard as you tried to push it into yourself. Once you did, your body relaxes. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He smiles, watching the way you pumped your fingers fast into yourself. Struggling to hold back your moans. He could tell you were still desperate. His fingers were larger and he was better. So he moves your hand again, replacing your fingers with his own. Pumping them at a steady pace. Listening to the wet sounds his fingers moving inside of you made. The longer he did it, the louder you got. Moaning and whimpering his name. You looked down, beads of sweat forming in your face as you clutched the couch, trying desperately to hold still. “John-“ you gasp out. “It.. it feels weird.” You buck your hips into him, thighs clenching up tightly. “Relax, you’re getting close.” He sits up on his knees, moving himself between your legs. When he leans over you, you grasp his shirt with a death grip and he can't help but smile. “Look at me.” He leans down, holding himself up with one hand that was by your head, his other not stopping for even a second. He curls his finger up into your spongy spot, cries leaving your lips, tears streaming down your face at how overwhelmed you were because of him. He chuckles when he sees them. “So worked up..” he mumbles. He leans down, you silence yourself as you look him in the eyes, his lips only centimeters from your own. “Cum for me.” He whispers. “Give yourself to me, Y/N.” You bite your lip, he has you right on the edge.

He leans down, lips brushing against yours. He thinks about if he should do it or not, but it’s already past a simple kiss. So he leans into you, lips crushing against your own. Moving against each other in desperation and need. He pulls away when he feels your hips buck, pressing his forehead to yours, his cheek brushes against yours and he can feel your tears smearing onto his cheek. He wanted to hear that sweet cry you’re going to let out when he makes you cum.

“I- I-“ a mewl leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shirt tightly as you reach your high, eyes rolling back and clenching shut, gasps leaving your lips and your hips jerk as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb, pumping his fingers into you still. You squirm, grasping his hand and trying to stop him. He finally draws his hand away, webs of your wetness coat his fingers and you blush once more as he places them against his tongue, closing his lips around them and sucking them clean of your sweetness. He leans down again, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you with as much passion as he did before. When he pulls away a final time, his phone ringing brings him away from you. "Hold on." He sits up looking at it. "It's your dad, I gotta take this." He says, a little nervous as he answers the phone.

[lemon-russ]

Today's parade of fleas comes with a complementary/ optional musical accompaniment

BABY SAID - Måneskin

Lots of this was written at 3am on my phone and deep in my Unwell (tm) brain land. I love putting them in situations.

Part 5/ ???

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

(Cato POV 3rd person this time though)

CW: Talks about sex, Cato being a bully (verbally)

Summary: Cato does not want to talk about the events occurring from the discovery of the new emotion of horny

word count: 2,096

He couldn't even begin to explain to himself why he just did that. He sits on the floor of the cave, staring ahead with a blank, tense look, thinking about how sometimes, he does things, and sometimes, they have consequences. Like this awkward, confused silence.

The ambassador sits a few feet away, sharing a similar look. She was flushed still, hair a mess, dress barely holding on after the rock wall of the cave shredded the back of it. By the throne she looked good like this- No, stop that, doesn't he learn? This whole thing was insane and now he's going to have to live with it, and yet he's still sitting here daydreaming of how she'd look on her back and fully naked next time.

But there isn't going to be a next time, because that was a moment of insanity. They had been arguing, why did he kiss her? Okay, he knows why, but he doesn't want to actually think about that, because it's a stupid reason. She'd been insisting he didn't care about her- which is correct- but for some reason some sort of madness overcame him and he wanted her to think he did care. Okay, maybe he cared like, a little. Not anything weird, it's not sentimental to not actively wish death on someone. He'd go so far as to say it wasn't even overly familiar to wish someone does not die.

But that feels like a long leap between I'd be displeased if you perished and pinning her to a wall and fucking her mindless. Which he will admit, he did do. And he was excellent at it, of course. Cato Sicarius is the greatest at all feats of combat, and what is sex but really sticky awkward combat? He smirks to himself a bit. Another grand mastery to mark down, even if it was one he might prefer to keep to himself. But, unfortunately, unlike regular combat, your fighting partner here stays very much alive- hopefully- and can do things like ask you what was that about and what the actual fuck was that about Cato, no, seriously, what was that. He grimaces and takes a deep breath, letting it out tiredly. Not physically tired of course, he was superior in all things, including this, and was not so weak as to tire so fast- not that that matters, because, again, it won't happen again. But if it did, it could happen right now. Theoretically. Space marine stamina was second to none.

She glances over at him, expression mirroring his internal conflicts. “So….” She says softly, a small frown tugging the corners of her mouth. He clears his throat. “So.” He returns, frowning back. Emperor this was awkward. Truly a fitting punishment, to be forced to endure such banal things like talking about feelings after sex. He shudders to himself.

She frowns a bit deeper. “Are we going toooo…. Talk about that or….” She asks in a nervous voice.

Ah, excellent, she was giving him a choice. He sighs in relief, smiling genuinely for the first time in what feels like a week. “No, thank you.” He says politely, standing and brushing off his pants. What a weight off his mind, maybe he could do this sex thing more often-

“Cato.” She says, displeased. He frowns. He didn't know it was a trick question, but apparently he'd gotten it wrong. He groans. “Can't we just, pretend it didn't happen?” He pleads with an exasperated look. “What happens on dirt rock planet stays on dirt rock planet or something?” He grumbles, checking outside for the armies. Night had fallen, but he didn't see anything new at least.

“You seriously aren't going to explain what that was about?” She says, growing more frustrated. His eye twitches. This, this is why astartes are not supposed to take women to their beds. They can't move on from things and need to talk about unimportant drivel like motivations and futures and labels. Uhg. He rolls his eyes, giving her an annoyed look. “What's there to say? Your face when you got angry was attractive and I fell to baser reactions after a long and stressful day of saving you from perils.” He said dryly, crossing his arms and leaning against the cave wall, facing out and keeping watch.

She groans, “That's your excuse? You just, decided today was the day to grow a heart and feel human needs and you take it out on me?” She says tiredly.

He huffs out his nose, frowning over his shoulder at her. “I have two hearts, actually. Maybe you should read up more on the superior anatomy of an astartes and spend less time droning on about weather with nobles.” He frowns back out at the landscape. Was that a light…?

She growls in frustration. “Unbelievable. No, actually, very believable. It's my fault, really, for fucking you and thinking maybe you were having some sort of emotional breakthrough-” he hushes her, making her fluster in anger, but his eyes are trained on the light outside, and she catches the hint and just huffs out her nose a little. She quietly scootches over to see what he's looking at. Daft woman, a mortal's eyes can't see that far in the dark.

“I don't see anything…” she murmurs. No shit. Maybe he shook the last cobwebs of intelligence from her skull when he slammed her against that wall. He just hushes her again, making her pout. He glances at her annoyed little face and briefly considers repeating his misstep- no, focus Cato, there's enemies around. And he's pretty sure she can't take being fucked any dumber before she loses her ability to form speech. He smirks to himself at his little internal diss as he scans the landscape again.

He sees a search party now, combing the area back and forth in lines. Fuck. That is very, very bad for them. “Time to go” he says quietly, scooping her up onto his shoulder, making her squeak as air was knocked out of her a little. He frowns a little and glances at her kicking and annoyed little form. Well, maybe there was a few minutes before that party found them- no, no she cries like a banshee when she comes, they'd find them in minutes.

He sighs, moving her onto his shoulder upright. “hold onto my armor” he instructs, standing with her clinging to the neck of his armor, sitting on his power pack like he's giving her a piggy back ride. He puts his helmet on, “We're going to be running and calling for a pickup.” he says, ducking out of the cave and into the cold desert night. She shivers and he grimaces. Right, she barely has clothes on. Not that he cares if she's cold, but, it’s probably not great for their cover if her teeth chatter. He sighs and reluctantly tugs his cape off its holds on his back. “Here. Your ridiculous outfit choice once again forces me to do everything for you, wrap yourself in this.” He grumbles. She blinks at him, expression something he couldn't read, and takes the cape, using it like a blanket and tying it around herself. She smiles a little at him and he grimaces. “Stop that.” He demands. “Don't look at me like that. It freaks me out.”

She raises her brow and sighs. “Lets just get home.” She says, rubbing the bridge of her nose, mumbling something about mixed messages. That's stupid. His messages were very clear. He never mixes them. He huffs and starts heading away from the search party into open dark desert.

He moves at a light jog, and after a few minutes, she makes a sharp noise, making him stop and look up at her. Shes frowning, “ah- sorry, don't mind me, I'm just sore from… well… the power pack is a little hard to sit on right now.” She mumbles, glancing away awkwardly.

He sighs. “squishy, breakable mortal.” He says tiredly, pulling her off his back with a squeak. “Aren't you meant to push children out of there? How could I so damage you by doing what nature intended for it.” He grumbles as he moves to cradle her bridal style instead.

She's surprised a moment as he holds her, then frowns a bit. “I don't think astartes count as things nature intended to happen to it…” she grumbles, pink staining her cheeks as she glances away. He chuckles to himself as he starts jogging again, “Ah yes, nature could not predict the perfection of the space marine. Maybe we should create genetic enhancements for women, allowing them to not break the moment they are touched in any capacity.” He speculates to himself. “The basics, really, hardened bones, healing, sturdier flesh, some spare organs. Maybe increased pelvic capacity so an astartes lover doesn't rend you more useless than usual.” He says, smirking down at her behind his helmet. “Then I wouldn't have to work so hard this whole trip to just keep bullets out of you. It has been a huge trouble for me, you know.” He says with slight annoyance.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Are you seriously still doing this? You admitted to me already that you care about me and didn't like seeing me hurt.” She says with a tired scowl.

He nods, “Yes, which is also deeply disturbing. Now I have to keep you free of holes and breaks, because if I don't-” he stuttered in his gait, taking a small breath. He was thankful for the helmet, it was hard to school his expression right now, and it hid the terrified grimace that assaulted his face muscles at the thought of her becoming injured. He let out a tense sigh. “Well, it is quite annoying that for some reason I will be the one to suffer if great harm comes to you.” He grumbles a bit.

She blinks up at him- ah, there's that stupid puzzled look again. It'd be cute almost if it wasn't so agitating that she could apparently not comprehend simple thoughts at random. He sighed. “What is that face for? Shall I say it slower with smaller words?” He asks dryly.

She frowns and knits her brow, but was still looking at him like he'd grown another head like a chaos spawn. “You are possibly the most stubborn or most dense man I've ever met, and I can't decide which it is. Maybe both.” She says, shaking her head. The action makes some of her hair fluff around her face and he scolds himself when he thinks it's cute. “What in the Emperor's name are you on about now, you senseless creature?” He asks in exasperation.

She rolls her eyes. “I don't think I have the time or crayons to explain the entirety of the concept of interpersonal relationships and emotions to you right now, Cato.” She says tiredly, laying her head against his chest plate. He smiles at her cuddling to him- wait stop that she insulted you, do not smile- he forces a frown. “You do not need to explain these things to me. I know them well.” He huffs indignantly. “I am Cato Sicarius, master of many things, including psychology.” He says, pouting under his helmet. He already solved psychology this morning.

She chuckles for some warp damned reason, actually laughing at emperor knows what. He frowns down at her as she giggles herself into a fit. “I fear your mind may have sustained one too many hits, knocking what's left of your brain against the inside of your ceramite skull.” He says with a small scowl. “You seem to be losing more and more of your senses every passing moment. Perhaps it is good I did not actually render you unconscious to make you easier to handle. You probably wouldn't be able to speak again.” He says with an annoyed tone as he picks up the pace and voxes an SOS signal with their location up to the flagship.

She laughs more, snorting a little and shaking in his arms. It makes him crack a smile himself against his will. “You are mad, Woman.” He grumbles, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. That's what it all comes down to, he decides. Women are simply all completely mad. Boom, he solved women, the eternal enigma. He smiles to himself. He was on a roll today, but that's expected. He's Cato Sicarius, there is no mystery he cannot unravel.

[casual-tarot]

Closure on Your Situation

A song to listen to during this reading: Jacob and the Stone by Emile Mosseri

Pile 1

I'm hearing "burning briges." I think there's someone that was once very important to you that you're cutting out of your life. Spirit is telling me that this had to happen, it was an inevitable change that was always going to be part of your journey. It's an ending that was always going to come, that was necessary, and that's ok. Good things will be coming.

Maybe that's what you needed to here, that this time in your life, as heartbreaking as it is, is making room for something new, better, to come in. Maybe you'll get a new job offer, or a raise/promotion, maybe you will meet someone new. No matter your situation, something good is coming, and you should be excited.

This person that you cut out from your life likely didn't have the best intentions, or maybe they just weren't right for this part of your journey. They needed to leave to make room for new things, or so universe could teach you some sort of lesson. Not in a malicious sort of way, I myself lost a friend recently, and I realized it was spirit's way of telling me that I needed to set firmer boundaries, which would in turn lead something new into my life(we share similar stories, maybe you needed hear mine, and thats why I was called to tell you.)

Either way pile 1, keep strong! Keep going! It's going to get better, bright things are on the horizon, remember that. You're likely still learning spirits lesson right now, if you need more clarification I recommend looking into other readings. Whatever it is, spirit is proud of you because you're growing! I hope this helped.

Confirmation and signs: taurus, Gemini, Neptune, trident, Virgo, Leo, water, fire, water and fire together(complimentary and opposed), opposites, opposing sides, north node, moon, 1, 11, 111, 1111, 7, 77, 777, 8, 88, 3, 33, 6

(Note: I completely forgot what image pile 1 was when doing this reading, so it makes even more sense now lol.)

Pile 2

I'm getting the vibe that you're leaving something behind, and that it's scaring you. Maybe you've decided to leave a job or a partner or maybe you've decided to move. No matter what it is, I think the thing scaring you is that the people in your life won't approve. Whatever you're leaving is likely "safe" in the sense that yes its easy, but it doesn't make you happy. Maybe you yourself are doubting your choices because of that same reason. Safe doesn't always mean good. Now I'm not saying to go and do anything too drastic, but sometimes being impulsive can be a good thing.

For example I have a friend that decided to leave our hometown and go live a couple cities over, even though her friends and family all mostly live over here. She seems happier then ever with her decision, and free. And we still get to see her whenever shes free(if thats something you're worried about, leaving your loved ones behind). Another, smaller example is that I had impulsively decided to cut my hair, despite knowing my old haircut made me look "prettier" and knowing I'd have to deal with my families reactions. I don't regret it, I love my hair now, it finally makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.

Excuse the rambling lol, I just felt called to tell you that, maybe you needed proof that it's all going to be ok. You need to do what makes you happy, not anybody else. You're the one who has to live with it after all. I choose the thing that makes you smile. I hope you get to be happy and confident in your choices like we were, pile 2. I'm rooting for you.

Confirmation and signs: losing or leaving a job, 111, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Leo, Aries, Sagittarius, 333, 666, 888, 777, earth, pentacles, money, finances, financial gain or loss, fire, creativity, passion, wands, venus, Fertility, femininity, accepting yourself, confidence, venus in furs, loving yourself, sensuality, sexuality, Pluto, rebirth, transformation, coming into your own, caterpillar-cocoon-butterfly, change, the moons, Cresent moon, first quarter moon, taking action, controlling your own destiny/fate

(Note: While editing this, I realized I referred to you as pile 3 a couple times, maybe you felt drawn to that pile as well! Go check it out if you feel called to.)

Pile 3

(It's 11:11 as I write this)

You seem to be feeling extremely guilty about something, maybe leaving a situation or person behind. It could be quitting a job or getting out of a toxic friendship, either way you feel selfish and not worthy. I'm getting the feeling that you think this is all your fault, blaming yourself for everything. You don't even feel safe in your own head at night when you need to rest, where you feel like you should be able to sleep it off. Your plagued with thoughts of what you did "wrong" here.

Let me tell you something pile 3, you didn't do anything "wrong" here. Whatever this is that's plaguing your thought, it's not your fault. Whatever situation you left, you left for a good reason. It was no longer serving you and/or was actively hurting you.

I feel called to tell you a story from my own life. Recently, I lost a very close friend of mine. We suddenly grew apart and I was plagued with doubts, wondering if I had done something wrong, if it was my fault. It's been months since I left them and cut them out of my life, and now I realize it was them. They suddenly pulled away and made it so I felt guilty about it, made it seem like it was my fault. It wasn't, they were just being cruel, even though I don't think they intended to. But I needed that to happen, I needed to realize they were a toxic person in my life and to be free of them. Now I feel better then ever, and I feel bad for the past me, who thought it was all my fault. I felt so alone. I fell into a deep depression and wouldn't tell anyone what was going on until I had cut that person out. But I'm glad it went through it, because it made me better for it, it made life better for me.

And if, IF, for whatever reason, you think you did make a mistake, no if's and's or but's, then that's ok too. We are human. We make mistakes sometimes. It's ok. We can grow from that too.

I'm sorry you're going through whatever it is you're going through pile 3, but know that it's not your fault, and you didn't make a mistake. It's ok. You're growing, and that means change. It means growing pains. It means leaving things behind. You will get through this pile 3, even if it takes some time. You will become better from this. This isn't your fault.

Confirmation and signs: fall/autumn, winter, change, end, snow, falling leaves, changing leaves, grey skies and cloudy weather, Aries, cancer, Sagittarius, Libra, 333, 666, 444, 1111, 999, earth, pentacles, stars, stars in the night sky, twinkling/sparkling stars, crying, rain, creativity, sickness, bed rest, hospital, rivers and creeks, forests, fire and flames, passion, hope, it'll all get better, it'll all be ok, the moon, the night, the night sky, The moons spirit, the moon Goddess, New moon(that made me emotional lol), change, venus, accepting yourself, inner peace, Jupiter, fate/destiny, this was meant to happen, it will all come to fruition soon, it will all come to an end soon, don't blame yourself, change is coming,gifts from the universe, unexpected gifts, gifts disguised and tragedies.

(Note: I feel like you may have been called to pile 1, if so check that one out too.)

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 6: Arrogant Worker

You talked with Shinobu, and found out that she was the caretaker of the Spinosaurus. Turns out his name was Douma.

He had a preference for female workers and caretakers. Males... had gone missing after trying to feed him.

You had a feeling he was jealous. Not to mention he was a carnivore himself. Yes. You learned the gender of every dinosaur in the park.

Whatever. It... wasn't really your business, right? You hoped it wasn't your business. It shouldn't be your business in the first place.

" I have to attend the health of the dinosaurs. Would you do me a favour and feed the Spinosaurus?"

" But- I have to clean the viewing area?"

" I'll send someone to do the task for you."

" Ar- is that okay?"

" Yeah. I am the more superior of the two. So, it should be alright."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. You were already sweating from stress. Or was it fear? Or maybe it was a bit hot where you were?

Either way, you were sweating. You wondered if you were going to stand on a feeding platform?

Hopefully it wasn't a very narrow platform. You were never good with balancing. Not that anyone should know that.

Maybe the feeding time won't be so bad.

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The feeding wasn't so bad. All you had to do was throw some fish in the enclosure and that was that!

You saw the Spinosaurus catch the fish with precision. All while he looked at you with rainbow eyes.

Why did he have rainbow eyes? Was it another deformation? Was that the reason for his rainbow eyes?

That would explain his unique eye colour. Not to mention the patterns on his torso, blonde-silver mane from the top of his head to the end of his neck, orange sail fading to red and faded to a very light yellow underbelly.

You couldn't really see the colour of his padding, nor his claws from the height you were at.

He eyed you, making you grow suspicious. Why was he just staring at you now? It creeped you out. A lot.

" Are you the new feeder?"

" Oh- uh..."

You turned around, facing a male with blonde hair. He made you feel uncomfortable and not really safe. He gave you the creeps.

" Ah! No! Mrs. Shinobu asked me to feed him for her! Are you looking for her?"

" No. I was just... curious about the new janitor feeding the dinosaur instead of the original caretaker. It's just a bit strange, you know?"

He took a step closer, brows furrowed as he looked at you up and down. As if taking in every inch of your form.

" You must be new. I have never seen a face like yours around here before."

" Yes- I- uh... um..."

You took a small step back, aware of how close you were to the edge of the platform. You did not like this guy. Not one bit.

He creeped you out. And the way he kept walking towards you made you realize that you had no way to get off of the platform.

" I... I see your point! Erm- can I leave?"

Before you could comprehend it, the man was in front of you. He literally had to look down at you to face you.

" ..."

Before you could react, he pushed you. Your eyes widened when you realized that you felt nothing underneath you.

You fell, mouth open as you could only stare at the evil grin that made its way onto the male's face.

Everything was in slow motion. Everything except the movement of the man. No wonder you had a bad feeling about him!

The man was arrogant. How could he possibly think that this would make his job easier. What a cruel person- no, worker he was.

You made hard contact with the floor beneath you. The air was knocked right out of you.

You saw the dinosaur's face come into your view. Fear embraced you, your breathe hitched as the snout came closer.

You saw his eyes gleam with an emotion you couldn't place your finger on. You felt yourself start to pass out.

Hot air blew onto your face, rainbow eyes stared at you. Maybe he was checking you out to see if you were a perfect snack.

Slowly, your senses started to fade away. You felt your body slowly succumb to unconsciousness.

You finally closed your eyes, senses gone. Maybe the dinosaur would make your death quick by tearing into your flesh?

You returned to the darkness, floating once again in the abyss. Were you lucid dreaming It would explain why you weren't dreaming.

Maybe you would go to wherever the dead would go. Yeah. It didn't sound so bad. You lied to yourself. It sounded bad!

Oh dear tea! Your poor mom would get a message from the park itself. You imagined the look of horror and heartbreak on her face.

You saw her face flash in the void in front of you, how her eyes were full of tears. How her mouth moved to say one word only: no.

Oh, how Fate and Destiny were cruel to you. You watched the clips play in front of you like a movie.

Your life really was thrown into a cruel world full of hate and greed, huh? At least you wouldn't be on this planet any longer.

You think. That's what carnivores did, right? Strip you away from the world itself in order to sustain themselves.

You were going to ask why Destiny and Fate were cruel after you die. You waited for death to embrace you with open arms.

But Fate and Destiny included this and the encounter in their plans. Not that you knew, of course.

But this was only step one of their plan, the first step to twist and change your life. To turn your life upside down.

Or rather, change it for the best.

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[crmsnmth-journal]

5/6/2024 11:00 PM

I always seem to forget how boring things get when I'm not at work all the time. Every year I find myself looking forward to when the hours drop so I don't have to work as much, and then after the first week or two, Mondays and Tuesdays just drag. It doesn't help that I live in the middle of the woods, and I do not drive. I can't. I get really anxious and nervous behind the wheel. I've even had panic attacks. Even at sixteen I wasn't all that excited to get a liscense. I didn't care, and I still don't. But not driving means you can't go anywhere, and there's only so many laps I can make around the property before the actual beauty of the woods gets to be just the same ol', same ol'. That bothers me. In principle and in theory. I don't like losing the kind of wonder being out in the woods still brings me. But when you know every step of your forest, it starts to seem stale. All that means is, I need to cross the river and hike that side. And eventually, that grows stale as well, but by then work will be back to more hours. And hell, I may not even still be at the Alley. I mean, my goal was to find something else by the summer's end. I've got extra time to look and redo my resume and get a linkedin like a professional adult. I'm not going to find a new job by just wondering around. The days of that are long long gone. I won't say I miss filling out application after application. Auto-fill is an awesome tool.

I did fix my hair today. It'd been awhile since I touched up the bleached side and the black side. At least an inch of new hair's been added, and I don't really like that muddy look. I did mess up today though and did the bleaching and the black dye at the same time. I got the bleach in it's half, and then did the black on the other. A few specks of black ended up on the bleach side and put a bluish silver streak through it. Total accident, but I kind of really dig how it looks. Retouching up stuff like this always puts me in a better mood. I used to do different colors with the black, but I started doing white and black last November and it's just kind of stuck. It's not my all time favorite that I've ever done with my hair, but it's the most me I've felt from my hair coloring. And I'll take that as a win, because half the time, I don't even know who I am, let alone how I'm supposed to feel.

Now, I've got The Munsters on because, why wouldn't I? It's one of the major reasons I made a Peacock TV account. That, WWE stuff cause I will forever be a wrestling kid, Old SNL from when I was a kid and thought it was the funniest show on Earth, and to be honest, Peacocks Horror selection is not something to scoff at. Hsving Cannibal Holocaust alone is worth the price of admission. And all four Toxic Avenger movies? I'd love the rest of the Troma catalouge, and their are plenty of them on it. I'm going to stop now, because I feel like I'm peddling for a streaming service, and that makes me feel very conflicted.

I'll write for a while, or at least until my meds make spelling and grammar a thing of the past. I don't have a lot of phrases to work with today, but at least I can get a couple squeezed out me, I think. No matter what, at least one that I started about ten minutes after I woke up. I think I've got that one pretty well figured our and arranged.

[professor-glasses]

give me all your svern facts NEOW !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!

Send !! to learn about an OC

Svern (which is of course not his birth name) is a genius prodigy who was born and spent much of his childhood growing up in the Unova region. His identity as Svern and his birth identity are two severely different people and if you know him as either one or the other, you are extremely unlikely to know or connect him to the other.

Although he likes to act like a rambunctious and annoying, reckless guy, he is actually very quiet by nature. He's very analytical, cynical and smart, which is part of what makes him feel alienated from other people. The other thing that separates him is he doesn't experience the same normal emotional range as others. So he has trouble feeling things deeply, which means he's constantly bored and detached. He won't show this side of personality unless he really trusts someone. He doesn't consider his masking to be totally "fake" either, though, and if you try and suggest it/pick one as "real" and the other as "fake", he'll probably laugh at you, because that's a simplistic viewpoint.

He is not a natural redhead, he wears a wig and he changes it often, that one just happens to be his favourite and trademark look. After all, why wait for 6 months for your hair to grow out when you feel like having it long for one day when you can just Make it longer. Or change the colour twice a week. (Also his natural hair is black which in general would make dyeing it a bigger than usual pain anyway.)

Similarly, he wears coloured contacts all the time. The amber/yellow is his favourite again although he does use other colours if he feels like it. His natural eye colour is a bright turquoise.

He likes trying out a lot of different outfits, and since he's naturally very confident and doesn't really feel embarrassed about anything ever, he can summon the charisma to rock pretty much anything.

His brain is extremely big so he knows a lot about a lot of things, learns more easily, and remembers everything always. This can be good and bad (for other people, for himself it's fine and useful). But it's important to note that this is another reason he struggles with being bored all the time! His brain chews things up too quickly. He doesn't particularly value his huge talent. Again, he is apathetic about it, like about many other things. It's just the way he happens to be. He doesn't use it to be ambitious, he uses it to be a silly & annoying guy.

He likes bugs a lot, for some reason.

He also likes a lot of science stuff and technology stuff.

He's 164cm / 5'5" tall, so he's a bit on the shorter side. That and his face make him look cute and Little Guyish (I think...).

Please be careful about the Whimsy. The Whimsy often fools people. If you think he is a cute little guy, or an adoptable rascal, you have been fooled by the whimsy. He will take advantage of this.

He dabbles in crime things and he's very good at parkour. He did gymnastics in school. He did theatre as well. He was supposed to be learning violin, but he got tired of it since it wasn't his idea, so later his Ditto did his lessons in his place. She can play very well now.

He illegally modded his Porygon-Z to be able to change type and boost its stats at will, access all 3 potential abilities at once, as well as learn any move for which there exists Technical Machine data.

Without giving all the full names, his birth name is Sylvester V.E. Rey-Nellson. His parents are rich and into business. He doesn't like them very much. The only family member he likes is his paternal grandpa who I keep thinking about the possibility of being a trans man even though I don't think I'm adequately able to implement that right now. Babey Svern hit all his milestones early and everyone would have loved him very much if he wasn't a weird kid and they weren't jerks.

As an adult, he joins a criminal organisation for funsies and pretends to be mediocre, before coming into contact with a very strange rock that would take way too long to explain here. I have many thoughts on this rock which I have written meta posts about on his rp blog. Svern thinks it's very cool and on a conceptual level it is but he will unfortunately end up regretting it when it's not fun anymore later.

His favourite kind of food is spicy. The spicier, the better. If it makes him cry that's great. If he gets used to it he has to seek spicier food.

He can't cook much. He doesn't know how. He could learn very easily if he tried for even a short time but he's lazy and impatient.

So he doesn't.

If he has to do something he doesn't want to anyway, he'll complain a lot about it very loudly, and then escape when you're not looking.

Find images of him here on my Brand New, Organised Art Blog.

[bluuartemis]

For Older Brother, I Will Seduce the Male Lead Novel - Chapter 8

Adrian returned to the mansion very late at night.

It seemed that he had dinner at the county.

After washing up with the Duchess, Raphine dried her hair with a soft cloth and changed into soft pajamas.

Sophia did not leave her daughter which was back after six years, from her arms.

She felt sorry for her daughter, who was much smaller and skinny than her peers because she couldn't eat properly.

So after Raphine came, the chefs at the duchy would get together and had meetings every day to plan a nutritious diet.

Raphine's cheeks had become plumper than when she first came, but she was still far from growing up to be her age.

As she entered the bedroom, Sophia whispered into Raphine's ear.

"Let's stay in this room with Mom until this week. Raphine's room will be completed next week."

"My room?"

When Raphine asked, Sophia smiled sweetly and nodded her head.

"Yeah, Raphine's room. Mom will also sleep in Raphine's room for a while."

"...."

Raphine followed Sophia while nodding her head and smiled.

Being in my mother's arms felt really good.

The first time I hugged my mother, it was very warm and soft.

It smelled good, and when I felt at ease at the warmth of the body.

Violet's arms were good, but still, the arms of a mother were more comfortable.

I was worried that my mother's arm would hurt, but for some reason I wanted to pretend that I didn't know.

'But then, Duke Aston, no... what about Dad?'

If Mom keeps sleeping with me, what will happen to Dad?

Raphine thought to herself, but then shook her head.

'Let's pretend to be oblivious for a while.'

I wanted to monopolize my mother for now. I was in trouble as I became more and more greedy.

I haven't been able to get the word 'Mom' to come out of my mouth yet, but I keep practicing in my head, so i think it will be possible soon?

'Would she really like it if I called her Mom?'

(Ruby) [If you call my name first before you call your mom, I can't be more than happy, baby.]

Ruby who was lying on the bed whispered to her.

'If you treat me like a baby, I won't talk to you.'

[Hng.]

There was never a time when I feel hungry after coming here.

Shortly after eating, sweet milk made with honey and grain would be given, and cookies made with healthy ingredients were also given.

After eating, I would eat fresh fruit and drank a fresh juice.

To live without being hungry like that, now there is no reason to not act like a child.

I was really glad.

Knock, knock.

Then, a knock was heard on the door.

Raphine was startled for a moment and hid behind Sophia's back.

[Heh, look at how scared you are, you're still a baby...]

'Even adults can be scared!'

Clack, clack.

It was Adrian who opened the door and entered.

"Raphine, Oppa is here."

His pink hair was a little wet from taking a bath.

After confirming that it was Adrian, Raphine smiled widely.

"Mom, can I go to bed after playing with Raphine for a bit?"

"Of course, it's no problem."

He was the eldest son who was usually very proud.

Adrian seemed really happy to have a youngest sister that he didn't expect.

The Duchess smiled warmly and looked at Adrian and Raphine.

Adrian came up to the bed, showed her the toy he had brought, and shook it.

'No, do you think I'm a one-year-old baby?'

The problem is, the toys Adrian brought were not for a 6-year-old girl at all.

It was a rattle that newborn babies would like.

Raphine was a bit taken aback, but she pretended to be interested first.

Seeing this, Adrian looked very proud.

'Playing is hard.'

Rapine sighed inwardly and asked the question she wanted to ask.

"What about Violet?"

"Oppa took her home safely. She promised to come again tomorrow. Raphine, do you like Violet that much?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

Rapine squinted her eyes

'the one who really like Violet is actually...'

In the original novel, Adrian liked Violet since he was young.

Raphine pretended not to know.

"Because Violet Unnie is warm, smells good, has a kind voice, and gives me something delicious."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. I wish Violet Unnie lived here too."

She made a remark expressing her innermost intentions, but Adrian only smiled.

'Well... Adrian is still only ten years old.'

Raphine stared at Adrian. and said something straightforward.

"I hope Violet Unnie and Oppa marry each other."

She let go of her pride and spoke innocently like a child.

Adrian's expression got brighter.

"Mother, did you hear that? Raphine called me Oppa!"

"Yeah, I heard. oh my goodness...!"

Sophia put her hands on her chest and rejoiced.

Adrian laughed excitedly.

'No, excuse me. That's not what important-'

[Baby, it will be difficult if you do it your way... Don't just aim for him, it would be faster to aim for a guy named Zerkan.]

Raphine looked at the baby teddy bear with a disappointed expression.

Ruby was right.

'Yeah, Zerkan and Adrian have been close friends since they were a child. If we wait, won't he come to play?'

[Yeah, if you persevere, it will work. There is an old saying that the one who perseveres wins!]

"Yas!"

The morning came as the bird chirping.

However, the atmosphere of the dining room at Aston Mansion was not very good.

"Raphine, did you called Adrian Hyung oppa yesterday? Call me too! I mean, I'm also your oppa!"

"Me too! Call me oppa too!"

Luca and Lois whined with complaining faces.

Raphine ignored their whining and glared at Adrian.

Adrian was drinking a juice while humming a song with a very refreshing face.

"...That must be nice, Adrian."

Duke Aston, sitting at the edge of the wide dining table, murmured a little.

He was also cautious about speaking in fear that Raphine would be surprised if he made any loud noises.

The seat was also the furthest from Raphine and Sophia.

'Honey, be strong...."

Seeing her husband like that, Sophia cheered inside.

Raphine no longer ate carelessly like a strange beggar.

Because now she knows that she can eat whenever she want.

Although she felt that way, the dishes made by the chefs at the Ducal house are so delicious that she had no choice but to eat a lot.

In the middle of the meal, Sophia who was sitting on the left side of Raphine, wiped her lips.

And from time to time, Adrian, seated on the right, wiped her lips.

The twin brothers sitting on the opposite and the Duke sitting on the end, it felt like a large, transparent wall had been erected.

"Hyung is the only one who acted like a brother! That's cheap."

"Right! If you think about it we should be closer. Because closer in terms of age."

"That's what I'm saying! I'm not going to play with Hyung from today."

Luca and Lois grumbled quietly, but Duke Aston, who sat at the end, could not even talk.

He just glances and looks at Raphine and is happy with that

"When will Violet come?"

After the meal, Raphine asked Adrian.

"She said se'd be here around lunch time."

"....Okay."

Adrian were right.

After eating dessert and reading a storybook that she wouldn't even hear, Violet came.

Raphine was a little disappointed that Violet came alone, but she didn't show it.

If Zerkan doesn't come, she can make him come.

"I want to take a walk with Violet Unnie only"

"Why?"

"Why!"

"Why?"

Adrian, Luca, and Lois greatly refuted Raphine's words.

"Kids, calm down...."

Sophia tried to stop the children.

However, after soothing the children, Sophia also asked Raphine affectionately in the ear.

"Why...?"

Raphine succeeded in taking a walk with Violet safely thanks to her mother's restraint. However, mother asked me why in a cold voice, so I said that it was a secret. The words made my mother look shocked.

'Next time, I'll just roughly gloss it over..'

The ducal mansion was very large, and on one side, there was a large garden.

There were no rocks or any obstruction, so it was a perfect space for children to run around.

Raphine took Violet's hand and walked enthusiastically.

And around the time the people seem to be far enough, I asked Violet.

"Are you friends with my older brother?"

"Yeah, we're best friends!"

"Do you have any other friends?"

"Huh? Another friend?"

"Yes."

Raphine nodded.

[Your question is very straightforward, baby.]

'Then what should i say?'

[That's a very babyish behavior, hmm.]

'Be quiet!'

Violet replied with a smile.

"I have another friend. His name is Zerkan, the crown prince of this empire."

".....!"

I got you!

Raphine pretended to be violently surprised.

"Wow!"

"Zerkan is incredibly popular. I hate to admit it, but he's pretty good-looking."

"More than Adrian oppa?"

"Well, in terms of popularity, it would be similar. But why are you curious about Zerkan? Why?"

Raphine rolled her eyes and answered.

"That's.... because he is Violet unnie's friend."

"You want to know everything about me? Haha. Cute."

"Yup."

Raphine answered.

Violet hugged Raphine tightly.

Raphine, with her wavy pink hair, was so lovely.

'It's just like human cotton candy.'

Besides, because she ate well, she became more lively than before, and her loveliness was doubled.

A tiny human cotton candy followed her, and she couldn't help but fall in love with Raphine.

In addition, as an only child, Violet always wanted to have a younger sibling, so Raphine felt like her own sister.

Violet, who hugged Raphine and stroked her stomach, was surprised and said.

"Raphine, your stomach is plump now. It's going to grow quickly!"

That's what Raphine wanted too.

"Um... That's why I want to see all of my Unnie's friends. Because I like you."

[It was perfect baby acting, baby!]

Ruby, the baby teddy bear that Raphine was holding, admired and praised her.

'...Thanks.'

I gave up my pride and spoke like a child... Violet liked it earnestly, and it certainly worked.

"Is that so? Then, this Unnie will come with him tomorrow! Zerkan heard the news as well and decided to visit soon!"

"Unnie should come as well!"

"Of course! You like Unnie that much? So cute!"

Violet held the back of Raphine's hand lovingly, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Chu!", Raphine also kissed Violet's hand. Then Violet went, "Kyaah!" and liked it.

"Let's wait and see, Zerkan!"

Raphine laughed inwardly.

The main culprit that ruins the original novel and the obsessive male lead.

Stopping Zerkan from going mad is the way for everyone to be at peace.

From Adrian, Violet, our family, the Empire, Zerkan's mother, and even Zerkan himself, the path to happiness

All the future depended on you.

[mykey-and-bobby-koopa]

Outside 01

((Versión en español más abajo // Spanish version below))

- Author's note: This story is situated in an alternate line to the main events. I wanted to do something special for one of my oc’s, Mykey. Over time I will be doing more as I progress with the story. Thank you for your time.

01: Mykey's Birthday

It’s February 12th, King Bowser gathers the young Koopas in the dining room, with the exception of Mykey, who had accompanied Kamek to pick up an order.

Iggy: what are we doing here, dad?

Bowser: well, my children, I have brought you here because I want to organize a small party

Wendy: party?

Bowser: that's right, today is Mykey's birthday

Everyone is surprised

Bobby: oh! (exclaiming) I forgot!

Bowser: Don't worry, Bobby. Kamek took him to distract him so he wouldn't know anything.

Lemmy: how did you convince him?

Bowser: Well, let's just say that Kamek went looking for something that doesn't exist. It will take a while

Ludwig: at least that will serve as bait, I suppose

Bowser: well, well... in the meantime let's fix everything for this afternoon

- Yeah! –Almost all the Koopa children answer in unison, except for Ludwig, who looked unenthusiastic, so he decides to retire. However, Bowser grabs him by the skin and lifts him up, leaving the Koopaling with its little feet in the air and making a worried face.

Bowser: you too, Ludwig (he looked at his son with a raised eyebrow and a smile)

Ludwig: yes, dad… (he laughed nervously)

Thus, the young Koopas and their father organized everything for the small party that was being put together: Roy, Iggy and Lemmy were in charge of the decoration; Larry, Bobby and Jr. were in charge of accommodating the spaces and the chairs; Morton and Wendy were in charge of the cake; Bowser and Ludwig were in charge of wrapping a small gift that they had improvised.

While they are doing all that, Bowser and Ludwig talk a little.

Ludwig: Dad. Why do I have to do it?

Bowser: Because a gift shows how much someone cares about you, wrapping it can be fun if you think about it.

Ludwig: I understand that, but my question was… why should I give it to him and not you or Bobby? I think both of you would be the most appropriate

Bowser: Well, that's true, but besides that, he considers you his best friend. You would make him very happy with that great little gesture, trust me!

Ludwig: if you say so... (he said it doubtfully and scratches his cheek looking away)

Kamek: I'm sorry, son. We couldn't get the magic mushroom

Three hours later, being 6:30 in the afternoon, Kamek and Mykey arrive at the castle.

Mykey: Don't worry, Mr. Kamek, anyone forgets that those only grow in the fall.

Kamek: (nervous look) yes... how foolish of me...

In that King Bowser comes out and receives them, taking them to the dining room. While there the boys shout– surprise! –and everyone there is wearing birthday hats– happy birthday, Mykey! –say everyone, including Ludwig. Bobby runs to hug his older brother, who pats him on the head, smiling.

Mykey: aww thanks guys! They are very kind (giggles)

There the boys will take their places. Morton goes in search of the cake with some lit candles with the numbers 17 on them.

Roy: ok, close your eyes…

Lemmy: …and make a wish

Mykey does what his friends say and then blows out the candles. Everyone there claps and congratulates him

Iggy: way to go!

Larry: I hope it comes true soon

Morton: IT'S TIME TO CUT THE CAKE!

Jr.: now the best is coming

Kamek cuts a piece for each one and serves it. At that, Bowser makes a sign to Ludwig

Ludwig: ok, I'll give it to him...

The blue-haired Koopa gets up from his seat and goes for the gift that he had been wrapping.

Morton: WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR?

Larry: yeah, I'm curious too

Wendy: better not say it, otherwise it won't come true

Roy: it's true, we better wait

Bobby: Whatever it is, I'm sure it's going to be great.

Upon Ludwig's return, he hides the gift on his back and standing next to Mykey, for some reason, he begins to get a little nervous, but then clears his throat, thus drawing the attention of the indigo Koopa.

Ludwig: M-Mykey…?

Mykey: yes? What's up, Ludwig?

Mykey stands in front of Ludwig, and he, without saying anything and looking away somewhat blushing, extends his hands with the gift towards Mykey

Ludwig: it–it's for you… from everyone… h–happy birthday!

Mykey: (smiling) thanks, Ludwig

Mykey takes the gift and carefully opens it. It’s a painting with a photo of all the Koopalings, including him and his brother Bobby, as well as Kamek and King Bowser. The boys clap to congratulate the older Koopa.

Mykey: aww thank you very much, all of you. They are very gentle

Ludwig: (slightly blushing) i-it's good that you liked it!

At these words, Mykey extends his arms to Ludwig as a sign of a hug, to which the latter is a little surprised.

Ludwig: (a little more nervous) do…you want a hug?

Mykey nods smiling tenderly at his friend. Ludwig, for his part, looks away somewhat awkwardly, but after a little sigh he walks over to Mykey and gives him a hug, blushing a little in the process. Mykey utters a few words

Mykey: my wish has come true

This causes Ludwig to blush more and open his eyes very wide, not preventing his tail from wagging it and everyone there noticing it and looking at both of them tenderly. Then they both part ways.

Mykey: Thank you very much, Ludwig.

Ludwig: y-you're welcome… (clearing his throat)

After a few moments the boys resume their places and begin to eat cake.

Roy: I didn't know you liked hugs, gnocchi-head.

Ludwig: shut up, Roy... (he said while eating cake and thinking) actually... I liked the hug...

Everyone there was looking at Ludwig mischievously, including King Bowser. Without a doubt, it is an occasion that Mykey will always have in his mind.

 END

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((Versión en español // Spanish version))

 Nota del autor: esta historia se sitúa en una línea alterna a los hechos principales. Quise hacer algo especial para uno de mis oc, Mykey. Con el tiempo iré haciendo más a medida que avanzo con la historia. Gracias por su atención.

Outside 01: El cumpleaños de Mykey

Es 12 de febrero, el Rey Bowser reúne a los jóvenes Koopa en el comedor, con la excepción de Mykey, quien había acompañado a Kamek a recoger un encargo

Iggy: ¿qué hacemos aquí, papá?

Bowser: bueno, mis niños, los he traído aquí porque quiero organizar una pequeña fiesta

Wendy: ¿fiesta?

Bowser: así es, hoy es el cumpleaños de Mykey

Todos ahí se sorprenden

Bobby: ¡ah! (exclamando) ¡lo olvidé!

Bowser: no te preocupes, Bobby. Kamek lo llevó para distraerlo y que no supiera nada.

Lemmy: ¿cómo lo convenciste?

Bowser: bueno, digamos que Kamek fue en busca de algo que no existe. Tardarán un poco

Ludwig: al menos eso servirá como carnada, supongo

Bowser: bueno, bueno… mientras tanto arreglemos todo para esta tarde

– ¡sí! –responden al unísono casi todos los Koopa niños a excepción de Ludwig, quien se veía con poco entusiasmo, por lo que decide retirarse. No obstante, Bowser lo agarra del pellejo y lo levanta, quedando el Koopaling con sus pequeños pies en el aire y poniendo una cara de preocupado

Bowser: tú también, Ludwig (le miraba a su hijo con una ceja levantada y una sonrisa)

Ludwig: sí, papá… (reía nerviosamente)

Así, los jóvenes y su padre organizaban todo para la pequeña convivencia que se estaba armando: Roy, Iggy y Lemmy se encargaban de la decoración; Larry, Bobby y Jr. se encargaban de acomodar los espacios y las sillas; Morton y Wendy se encargaban del pastel; Bowser y Ludwig se encargaban de envolver un pequeño regalo que habían improvisado.

Mientras están con todo eso, Bowser y Ludwig conversan un poco

Ludwig: papá. ¿Por qué debo hacerlo?

Bowser: porque un regalo denota cuánto le importas a alguien, envolverlo puede ser divertido si lo piensas.

Ludwig: eso lo entiendo, pero mi pregunta era… ¿por qué debo dárselo yo y no tú o Bobby? Yo creo que ustedes serían los más apropiados

Bowser: bueno, eso es cierto, pero además de eso, él te considera a ti su mejor amigo. Lo harías muy feliz con ese pequeño gran gesto, ¡créeme!

Ludwig: si tú lo dices… (lo decía dudando y se rasca la mejilla mirando a otro lado)

Tres horas más tarde, siendo las 6:30 de la tarde, llegan Kamek y Mykey al castillo.

Kamek: lo lamento, hijo. No pudimos conseguir el hongo mágico

Mykey: no se preocupe, Sr. Kamek, a cualquiera se le olvida que ésos sólo crecen en otoño.

Kamek: (mirada nerviosa) sí… qué tonto de mi parte…

En eso sale el Rey Bowser y los recibe, llevándolos al comedor. Estando ahí los chicos gritan– ¡sorpresa! –y todos ahí usan gorritos cumpleañeros– ¡feliz cumpleaños, Mykey! –dicen todos, incluyendo Ludwig. Bobby corre a abrazar a su hermano mayor, quien le acaricia la cabeza sonriendo.

Mykey: aww ¡gracias, chicos! Son muy amables (risitas)

Allí los chicos van a tomar sus lugares. Morton va en busca del pastel con unas velas encendidas con los números 17 en ellas

Roy: muy bien, cierra los ojos…

Iggy: ¡así se hace!

Lemmy: … y pide un deseo

Mykey hace lo que sus amigos dicen y luego sopla las velas. Todos ahí aplauden y lo felicitan

Larry: espero que se te cumpla pronto

Morton: ¡ES HORA DE PARTIR EL PASTEL!

Jr.: ahora se viene lo mejor

Kamek corta un trozo para cada uno y lo va sirviendo. En eso, Bowser le hace una seña a Ludwig

Ludwig: bien, se lo daré…

El Koopa peli–azul se levanta de su sitio y va por el regalo que había estado envolviendo.

Morton: ¿QUÉ PEDISTE DE DESEO?

Larry: sí, yo también tengo curiosidad

Wendy: mejor que no lo diga, sino no se cumplirá

Roy: es verdad, mejor esperemos

Bobby: sea lo que sea, estoy seguro que será algo grandioso

Al regresar Ludwig, esconde el regalo en su espalda y situarse junto a Mykey, por alguna razón, comienza a ponerse algo nervioso, pero luego aclara su garganta, llamando así la atención del Koopa de índigo

Ludwig: ¿M-Mykey…?

Mykey: ¿sí? ¿Qué sucede, Ludwig?

Mykey se coloca frente a Ludwig, y éste, sin decir nada y mirando a otro lado algo sonrojado, extiende sus manos con el regalo hacia Mykey

Ludwig: e–es para ti… de parte de todos… ¡f–feliz cumpleaños!

Mykey: (sonriendo) gracias, Ludwig

Mykey toma el regalo y lo abre cuidadosamente. Se trata de un cuadro con una foto de todos los Koopalings, incluidos él y su hermano Bobby, además de Kamek y el rey Bowser. Los chicos aplauden para felicitar al Koopa mayor.

Mykey: aww muchas gracias, a todos ustedes. Son muy gentiles

Ludwig: (levemente sonrojado) ¡q-qué bueno que te haya gustado!

Ante esas palabras, Mykey extiende sus brazos a Ludwig en señal de abrazo, a lo que éste último se sorprende un poco

Ludwig: (un poco más nervioso) ¿qui-quieres un abrazo?

Mykey asiente sonriéndole tiernamente a su amigo. Ludwig, por su parte, mira algo incómodo a otro lado, pero luego de un pequeño suspiro se acerca a Mykey y le da un abrazo, sonrojándose un poco en el proceso. Mykey pronuncia unas poquitas palabras

Mykey: mi deseo se ha cumplido

Eso provoca que Ludwig se sonroje más y abra muy grande los ojos, no evitando que su cola se mueva y que todos allí lo noten y miren a ambos con ternura. Luego, ambos se separan.

Mykey: muchas gracias, Ludwig

Ludwig: d-de nada… (aclarándose la garganta)

Al cabo de unos instantes los chicos retoman sus puestos y comienzan a comer pastel.

Roy: no sabía que te gustaran los abrazos, cabeza de ñoqui

Ludwig: ya cállate, Roy… (decía mientras comía pastel y pensaba) de hecho… me gustó el abrazo…

Todos ahí miraban a Ludwig con picardía, incluyendo al rey Bowser. Sin duda, es una ocasión que Mykey siempre tendrá en su mente.

 FIN

[ageology5]

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MusicOr... Bleachers, Broken In and Can't Hurt Me by Haiden Henderson

Favorite Lyrics (Bleachers): Thank you for leaving me alone in my studio ⬩ Three-hundred square foot apartment ⬩ I've started drinking ⬩ Tough sport when you're kinda broke but I'm a pro regardless ⬩⬩ So long, see you in the bleachers ⬩ My song blowing out the speakers ⬩ You left but I won't be the one to break;

Favorite Lyrics (Broken In): Twenty-one and happy is twenty-two and bored ⬩ What if we can't fix it? What if I want more? ⬩ Don't poke holes in it ⬩ We're just broken in;

Favorite Lyrics (Can't Hurt Me): I kiss your head on your way out ⬩ But can't ask you where you've been ⬩ Cause I believe that what I don't know can't hurt me ⬩⬩ I won't plead ⬩ I'd rather be, oh, calling to see when you'll be back ⬩ Than asking where you've been ⬩ cause I believe that what I don't know can't hurt me;

One thing about me is that I love to live vicariously through art. Maybe you already noticed with the posts here, but for me, one way of manifestation (and way before this word was even a thing) is to consume any form of art that would give me a glimpse of what a warming future could look like. All this soliloquy to say that my newest obsession was born because of this coping mechanism of mine. Discovering new artists will always be my favorite thing, but it can be hard to find something that really resonates with me in a world of fast food content. I'm a girl's girl (is there an equivalent for this but for boys?) when it comes to emerging new artists, but it's hard to support everyone since there's always something new out there. I pride myself in knowing very niche artists, like Amy Shark and Leah Kate, for example, the same way I pride myself on liking "straight-vibe" artists like Machine Gun Kelly, Blackbear, and Yungblud. So as I write this, I realized I found a mix of these two types of artists, and it's Haiden Handerson.

Like many things nowadays — including this ultra and incredibly cliche movie I'm just going to casually mention but not get into many details because I'm still self-conscious about it — I found him while scrolling through the reels of Instagram. The song was Bleachers and, just like words such as "headlights", "nonchalant", and "hindsight", "bleachers" is another one I mindlessly like. The song talks about growing to be such a big artist that the person who inspired the songs you wrote will become your fan and try their luck in your life again, but won't be successful because you've not only moved on but you're just too busy being famous. It's like Thinking of You by Kesha (that I just mind-blowingly discovered is about Zac Efron????), but with a boy singing and a rock vibe. That's, in fact, the other reason why it wasn't hard to become obsessed with Haiden Handerson: he has this reckless vibe that mixes slim t-shirts, too small for your body, with oversized pants and messed up blond hair. I mean… c'mon.

It was just a matter of time before I would dive into the depths of his discography and find new jams to lose my mind to. He recently released an EP called Lover Boy and, as if the title isn't Tumblr enough for you, it has songs that scream Tumblr in it. From a collection of tunes that include my favorites K.O. and Hell of a Good Time, Broken In is the one that stands out the most. I wonder what I would be like in a relationship now. My last one was a few years ago, and I was definitely broken inside back then. I was immature, I didn't know what I wanted and not even what I didn't want, so I stayed around just for the safety of it and it wasn't good for any of the parts involved. Now I know better and I'm actually looking for a love that will feel like forever, since I just had my share of soulless hookups, but still: will I be better than I was before? Or will I always get bored and always want more? And will this person be, like everyone should be, so full of self-love and worth that they won't stick around when the troubles of a human mind appear?

I'm aware I'm getting too philosophical here, and it's reminding me of a song I wrote called Anything For Love — that talks about how I miss the times when we used to do anything for love, meaning we would stop caring about what feels right to us in order to do what feels right in the name of love — but that's a matter to be touched on in another post. But, as you can see, a simple song can go a long way. Especially when it has this inspiring feeling behind it, that just makes you want to scream the words and feel the vibes while sitting at a 7-Eleven drinking Slurpees at night. Plus the way he moans during the songs. It's just…

As if all this thrill wasn't enough, I wanted more of him. Digging through a new artist is fun because you will want to consume everything they have put out, but will not want to consume everything they have put out at the same time. As if you want the novelty to last as much as possible. However, Haiden feels so unique that I couldn't stay away from another EP of his, called Good Grief (which reminded me of one of my comfort cartoons, The Peanuts). Listening to its songs like Dump Him (which I wonder if it was inspired by the iconic Britney Spears t-shirt) and Wasted brings me that nostalgia of incautious moments that never happened but that can happen at any time. However, the real highlight here is Can't Hurt Me. Just like Broken In, it reminds me of my last relationship, but in a hurtful way. In the song, Haiden talks about being the one seeing his lover fading away, while I was the one fading away in mine. It's almost like I could feel how this was unkind and distressing for my ex. This is older than the other songs I mentioned and it shows that Haiden was still looking for a sound, because this feels a lot like something Shawn Mendes would put out, but the moans are starting to show here and I think this is something that's very distinctively unique to him.

Naturally, now my best friend is aware of these perfections as we always share songs we like with each other (but I'm still in the waiting for his impressions), and now my obsession is well documented on my Tumblr? Next step? Hoping for the day he will come to Canada so I can see him live. Or even New York. It's finally close to me, anyway.