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Punishment | Luka x Fem!Reader
After some issues, your 'secret relationship' with Luka got revealed by the Aliens. The both of you had expected a harsh punishment, and that you got - just a little different than initially expected. warnings » fem!reader, worshipping, voyeurism, sort of public sex?, toy usage, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, a ruined pair of pants, came untouched? also sort of again, very little mentions of death, torture and so on, body parts going numb
Luka wasn’t a weak man…but, oh, the man he became when it came to you? How could he not worship the ground that you walk on? What kind of man would he be, if he didn’t do anything for his pretty little girlfriend. Your entire relationship was a secret thing, no one could know, no one would ever know. Or so you thought.
But god, if you would’ve known what they’d do to the both of you as soon as they found out? Maybe your little relationship would’ve been a tad more public.
Aliens loved one thing — they loved to torture their humans or so called pets. Make them do stuff solely for the alien’s pleasure, treat them as their slaves, punish and push them till death was near. The both of you had overstepped a line, disobeyed a rule, an important one as it is. So punishing you was only fair, right?
This was only fair, you thought, or at least you tried, as the little bud on your clit made you squirm and thrusts your hips in the air without even knowing. Legs were tied to both the armrests of the chair you sat on.
Well sort of.
Actually you sat on the comfy lap of your pretty blonde boyfriend. His arms tied together behind the chair, while his legs were tied to the chair itself. His rock hard boner was long forgotten, at least by you, but Luka could feel his boner so well, it was like he forgot how to feel anything else. All of your senses were overwhelmed as you chased your high, for what felt like the 5th time tonight. While the blonde hadn’t cum once, understandably frustrated by now.
The also long forgotten audience of aliens in front of you, would make fascinated sounds whenever you let out a particularly high pitched moan, or again, squirted all over your boyfriends pants. All eyes on the two of you.
Luka has never been this whiny before. Who would’ve thought this charming man could turn into such a pathetic boy, once he’s being denied of what he loves the most. All he could do was bite into your neck, lightly thrust his hips up for any kind of friction. But it wasn’t enough. No, he just couldn’t cum like this. It was driving him crazy. All he wanted was to feel your honeysweet warmth engulf him, take him in and finally let him fuck all that pent up energy out. The blonde's head was spinning, he felt like he was gonna die if he didn't get any relief soon.
You cursed out his name over and over again. A hint of guilt washing over you considering how you took all the pleasure for yourself, even though there wasn’t really another option. “Ughh…gonna…fffuckk..cumming again!” Your words were like a soothing song to his ears. No matter how bad he wanted to finish, hearing you cum like this, was just getting him one step closer to his own release.
The buzz of the vibrator ran through your whole body by now. Your once intelligent brain turning into mush. “Have such a beautiful lady…on top of me..haaah..” He cooed at you. Luka sounded so out of breath. You bet on everything, he looked so good right now. Covered in beads of sweat, his eyes almost teary, while his usually neatly kept hair was a mess.
After your orgasm had successfully washed over you, your hips went limb. The pool between your legs, including the vibrator strapped against it, was now engulfing the blonde’s bulge. Luka’s hips immediately jerked up, he was chasing that pleasure, chasing the friction that little vibrator provided him. Oh, and just in that moment, Hell let loose inside of him. Built up saliva slowly ran down his chin, his mouth wide agape. At the sudden change in his behavior, you slowly turned your head back.
His clothed dick repeatedly bumped against your entrance and clit covered by the vibrator. If you hadn’t been so terribly overstimulated, this might’ve been heaven. “Oh…Oh! My pretty Darling….Shit..Oh gonna cum…gonna finally…!” And that’s when he went still. His bulge firmly pressed against your cunt, as he ruined his pants. God, and he was coming loads. All that built up tension releasing all at once. In between your hazy thoughts, you could hear the crowd of aliens cheering, almost over-sounding Luka’s ragged breaths in your ear. You felt his legs tremble, the overwhelming pleasure slowly fading.
In all this shock, overstimulation and pleasure, you didn’t even notice that the buzzing had stopped. It allowed you and Luka to catch your breath. It was finally over? You hoped. Maybe you could finally take a warm bath and soot-
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18+ FTM!LOGAN H. X M!READER | AFAB TERMS USED
There’s no doubt that LOGAN HOWLETT is a certified brat. If you think work is the only thing that gives you stress on a daily, you���re nothing but wrong. He likes to act out; suggestively bending over in front of you, standing too near, roaming his hands needily—all of it. He’s similar to a feisty cat, one that demands high maintenance.
He should’ve predicted it. Should’ve known your restraint would crumble the second he retorted a bit too bitchy, too offensive.
You have LOGAN sitting on your lap, both of you facing the mirror, devoting to memory at how his pretty hole continued to drool arousal as it’s stretched open on your cock. His thighs are quivering, one hand of his clinging onto your nape, and yet he won’t take the fucking hint. “This all ye’got for me?” He grinds his hips down to envelop you in deeper with a tongue-twisted gasp.
His sloppy walls are gripping you tightly, wetly squeezing around your equally leaky length. His clit aches, yearning for the attention he’s dumbly convinced he’s entitled to receive. He reaches for it, meeting your gaze through the mirror. Oh fuck, that heated look he catches - that you gave him, makes his entrance weep of pre.
You slap LOGAN’S hand away, gifting your ears with his objecting whine. “R-really, yer gonna deny me? You ain’t even doing shit.” He’s about to expand on his complaint, tell you how cruel of a man you are, until he’s met with two of your fingers pulling the hood of his nub back. Your other hand pries his thigh wider, the pad of your middle digit directly applying pressure on his clit. He cries out, his attention beginning to fade away from the lewd scene painted on glass as his thighs attempt to lock around your hand.
You don’t give him the time to process anything. Your wrist rocks, roughly sliding your finger up and down. You feel him clench around your length, and you have to remind yourself that you have to resist the urge to pound the attitude out of his system.
“Mfnnnngh! It’s too much!” LOGAN wails, getting wetter and wetter. Slick graces his inner legs, a climax building low within his belly. He leans forward, a fruitless intention on running, really. “Gonna make you cum on my cock first,” you dismiss, pressing down on the glans before rubbing circles. You twitch inside, and he thinks his heightened senses are both a blessing and a curse.
“and then I’ll fuck you.” Continuing on, your pace increased. Wetness pooled on your finger, the sight making you impossibly harder. The intoxicating pull of submission encompasses LOGAN HOWLETT as he listens to you talk. It has him regretting his behavior towards you, a whimper passing through his lips. His mouth falls agape with a silent scream, suddenly creaming on your fat cock because it’s the only ‘sorry’ he’s willing to give you.
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haii just here to dump about my general thoughts of Donnie , do you think he's the type to pound into pussy for stimulation / stress relieving purposes ??
I don't know, I've just been having this idea of him fucking till u pass out O_o nefarious things very much taking place...
insatiable - donnie darko imagine



lil dark!donnie, pnv sex, wear a fucking condom, lwk obsessive behavior, uhhh yea idk lol
unedited, again i’m js starting up again be nice on me
a/n: so i’ve been gone for a minute… this blurb will hopefully get me into writing again. i’ll start working on more requests soon. inbox open to any of jake gyllenhaals characters.
smut bellow the cut!
donnie definitely wasn’t the sadist type. but that doesn’t mean he won’t get carried away a time or too.
sometimes forgetting that the people you love most you’re supposed to treat as such. maybe he was getting spoiled.
but during sex when you already came and he was just so close to release and you were squeezing him just so fucking good.
it’s almost like his primal instincts take over him. and who is he one to ignore acting on them?
in a once passionate love making missionary you were found in a brutal matting press.
donnie would throw each of your legs over his shoulder and bend down to kiss you. causing you to squeal.
and that’s when he would really fucking turn feral.
his thrusts getting hard and brutal. and his moans getting louder as he neared his release. if made him happy to hear u were enjoying it too. even if ur sound of enjoyment was the choked sobs coming from ur weak throat. donnie didn’t care. in fact it was almost like he disregarded you completely. taking both ur knees and shoving them in ur face, completely focused on the squelching sounds coming from where you two met. and the white ring from ur previous orgasms that had donnie transfixed.
he furrowed his brows and left his mouth agape. finally feeling release wash over him.
“holy—holy fuck.” donnie was WHIPED. it took him a minute to collect himself before he got up to clean you up. changing to his usual care giving state.
aftercare was always very sweet and careful. it’s not that donnie didn’t like you, he loved you very much. but he also knows you love him too. which even if he never would admit. he knows that he could be as rough as he wanted and you wouldn’t say a thing. i mean, who would say no to such a sweet boy like him?
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⊱ 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑦 𓈒 +18 ⸝ Meguru Bachira﹒
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The whimpering and teary eyes were the cutest parts of it all to you. Your hips had taken to idle rocking, while your cock of choice today was a personal, primal favorite of the dog’s. While you’d no preference yourself, you were always one to indulge in Meguru’s desires. The selfless behavior brought pleasure all on its own, truly, as you’d always been a sucker for tending more towards others.
Oh, how you adored his expressions. Glassy, honey eyes lingered on your features in a smoldered hypnosis while maw was agape; it was enough for your own eyes to drink in the way the little streaks of tears would drip similarly to the light drool. This wasn’t a painful cry - no. One of just uncontrolled, automatic release. A way for the body to shed away excess tension and bubbling sensations, one that you had to admit had made your stomach knot and teeth find bottom lip. Ever attentive, you knew mentally where he was with the way he’d gnaw or suckle at his own fingers of his solitary free hand, the need to alleviate the oral fixation so intense it wasn’t really a conscious act. His other hand was held onto fondly by one of your own, digits threaded in a weave that knitted his grip onto you. There was a hunch that inclined you to know he was somewhat close - at least, physically - but mind would continue to sink down further and further from this point on.
Whimpers were broken by noted moans, their sounds like that of a song to you in their fluctuating pitch. A fond smile overcame your features and a free hand roamed along his body. Rolling in your palm was the soft and warm marbled flesh of his thighs, hips, stomach, and chest. He’d felt yielding under your touch, movements leaning into you heavily for more than just grazing. When your hand had traveled down along the side of his rib cage, it turned up with your lean down, where arm then wrapped up in its travel along his shoulder blades to cradle at the back of his neck. Fingers knitted into chocolate and blonde locks at the base of his roots, where you then clenched to force his head to tilt up in a match with yours.
Rut had slowed to accommodate the intimate hold, his face hiding into your collarbones and the lower soft of your neck. The tears wet at your skin, causing a stark cold when the air would touch.
“So cu~ute,” you cooed gently, the smile you wore warm as lips pressed to wherever you could reach him. Words were murmured into the soft chocolate of his hair, red eyes gazing fondly down to him. “Did you miss me?”
Head nodded eagerly, accompanied by the automatic whimper that resembled a vague; “M-mhm!”
Fingers combed away pretty strands of hair in rhythmic petting starting from the back of his ears down to the nape of his neck. “Were you good while I was gone?”
Lip was bitten down anxiously. Whine was small, body shifting subconsciously to nudge his filled hole up against the knot. Mind hazed when feeling that pressure, the cock’s width pressing into the soft of plush ass, an impressive warning. Thoughts spiraled, the idea of speaking seemed near impossible as conscience blurred. “Mmnn…Mmnhm.”
Meguru squirmed again, pressing once more, this time enough to threaten a spread but not nearly enough at all to bring that desire into reality. The position was too hard to do so. Your words stuck in his mind. Was he good? Well, he would often consider himself as so, but there were plenty of times the two of you had disagreed.
“I dunno?” he offered finally, giving you a cute tilt of the head.
The honesty made you laugh softly. The intimate curl had been unraveled by you pulling away, the act leaving his mouth empty once again and body yearning for your touch against the pillows of the bed. Hand that clung to yours like a lifeline tightened in its hold, to which the grip was soothed with a loving stroke of your thumb. Why, you weren’t unkind! Free hand went to sloped curves of his body in a ghostly trail of nails along his innermost thighs in their travel to hold delicate balls in your palm. Thumb pressed and teased carefully at the little seam, which made Meguru’s breath hitch as body tensed. Cock oozed thick beads of cum.
“Then maybe this is considered a treat,” you confirmed softly, [color] eyes gentle in your intensity as the dog held your stare, transfixed.
There was a pleasure in of itself for you to deliver and indulge in the sight of your acts. Though, you had to admit, it was getting harder and harder to resist. A sigh had been given, voice illustrating the temptation you’d been suppressing; “‘Cause I wanna watch you take all of me. Can you do that?” Words were somewhat airy, an edge to them in textured rasp that honed Meguru in like a sailor to a siren’s call. “I want to watch.”
Heart thumped loudly in Meguru’s chest as yellow eyes sharply watched your hands. The warmth of your palm had wrapped around his shaft and made cheeks tinge pink as hips jerked a bit in a rut. At best, it’d done nothing but shove you further inside of him, which made throat strangle a whine out of both delight and frustration. Chest rose and fell with his pants, gaze eventually lifting to meet your more expectant one. Lips twisted a bit before he whimpered out for you; “Mhm.”
At that, you lit up affectionately. Your hands had slipped away from their stroking to cradle around to the top of his thighs. The grip had held him steady, which in you inwardly appreciated as hips rolled into their rock.
It had to be slow, but the sight was all you had truly needed. Watching him swallow the thick of your strap before spreading wide again made your own pussy ache in envy. At each stroke in Meguru wailed, the sound of his voice echoing loudly before it would taper into low groans broken by little choked sobs. Tears flowed more freely now, eyes fluttering shut as his own cock twitched and ached in its throbs. Desperately, he clung to what little threads of control he could grasp, wishing desperately to prolong the intoxicating satisfaction. It felt good, so good. Raw and unapologetic, the sensation was so soothing that it coated the insides of his abdomen in an affectionate film of molten honey. It felt like Meguru was melting beneath you.
Your attentive monitoring, perceptive as ever, was careful with your next words; “Are you holding back? Tsk,” the tut had been paired with a smile, fingers pressing again into the soft of his sack as if to coax. The response had been something of a squealed whine, body tensing as cock twitched and swelled. “That’s not good for you, baby. Will you show me how pretty you look when you cum?”
Meguru’s words were a crying babble, their cadence quick and breathy; “Hnnnlease, a-ah! ‘M not ready.”
Your hand gave his own another affectionate squeeze. Who were you to deny? Knot sunk into him and your fingers untangled from his to hold one of his hips to keep him in place. Another hand that had been kept idle with gentle fondling moved to wrap around his shaft and lazily stroked him between your palm and fingers. Fingers were careful in their pressure, a careful roll along the tip of his cock whenever you’d chosen to tease him. Hips bucked involuntarily, making knot tug and silicone cock nudge in a way that left him swallowing a strangled cry. While not a buck, lithe body of the dog’s compromised in its need to rut with little rotating rolls of his hips back and forth. Your cheeks flushed, heart fluttering at the sight. When cock tensed in your hand and pretty sounds turned into echoing moans broken only by stuttered breaths, you slowly began to withdraw your hips and that knot back out arduously. Upon the next sink inwards, Meguru wailed and body tensed. The hybrid’s cock throbbed as oozing of cum squirted threads that painted your puppy’s stomach and chest. Your eyes admired, noting the way it’d gushed before trickling to a leak into a near constant drip that drizzled down to feed a pool along the natural curve where stomach met his mons. Meguru shivered, breathing still unsteady as eyes focused on nothing. The high was overwhelming. Relief, pleasure, and exhaustion seeped into his bones and made mind go numb. Round cheeks were left red and mouth hung open in his soft pants.
The puppy was in a daze and you’d taken full advantage. Hands worked to free yourself from the garment clinging to your pelvis nimbly; it released swiftly thanks to a reasonable design. Silicone cock was left in, keeping your hybrid nice and full while you’d occupied yourself by clambering up onto the bed. Thighs were tossed over the brunette’s chest, your position reversed cowgirl in a straddle along his upper torso. Back and hips arched for your pussy to be placed front and center in front of his face, while body laid idly held up against him in a slight lean. Your arms kept the backs of his legs pinned down and away with their elbows. From beneath you, honey eyes took in the sight, mind spinning with the sight of a sticky cunt. Meguru reached for you, limbs reaching for the sides of your thighs and ass to pull you close enough for him to comfortably reach for. You smiled knowingly to yourself.
Tongue was warm, wet, and exactly what you’d wanted at that moment. It worked and savored, loving the way that you felt, wasting little to no time in efforts to please you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the sweet drip of relief beat from between your legs, the sensation intoxicating enough to lean head against one of his thighs lazily. You greedily allowed yourself to indulge, basking in the feeling. When eyes reopened a bit, you watched through a hooded gaze as your hand lazily unlatched the dildo from its harness, leaving it free from the garment entirely. Fingers gripped at the flared base where palm and wrist slowly began to coax the girth into a steady rhythm. Meguru’s pretty noises were smothered, but body tensed beneath you. Beat of his tongue made you sigh and purr your own coos, words painted at the ends with moans; “Ohh, love. Keep going, ah~?”
The dog obeyed, driven by the deep strokes of the cock sliding in and out. While it wasn’t painful, sensitivity was so high, and since his cock was technically untouched, it just felt like surmounting pressure once again. Body tensed and relaxed cyclically against his will, hips shifting again to roll instinctively. You didn’t really care that cum stuck to your body with your lay against him; you’d been busy chasing your own high, those sparks and throbs from your cunt aching at every harsh lap against your clit. It was far too high of a priority in comparison to staying entirely cleanly. Your eyes fell sultry in their hood, watching the entirety of the cock burying itself repeatedly into his ass. Unlike Meguru, who’d bid his high for an intense cash out, you had allowed the pleasure to flow freely. That wash of relief at cunt clenching around nothing in its spasm as your clit sparked a satisfying orgasm into the depths of your pelvis was intoxicatingly sweet. Eyes fluttered shut, your hips grinding down unapologetically against Meguru’s mouth in your ride along your peaks.
You’d been the one to come to first, what with the poor thing beneath you struggling wholeheartedly to keep up. You’d shifted, sitting yourself up to sit along his chest. While his tasting had been blissful, your body wanted a brand new prize to claim. You had chosen to listen to the craving, hand moving in tandem with your choice to plug the dildo up into Meguru’s ass fully. The hybrid beneath you squealed softly, body twitching under you. With some maneuvering, you’d settle yourself finally down along the backs of Meguru’s thighs in a reversed amazon. The warmth of your ass against the spread of his legs made you smile inwardly, hands patting along the sides of his thighs. They’d changed in their travel to the space between your shared legs, fingers carefully finding and guiding his cock up against the sopping of your hole. Your grip forced him into a teasing with cruel rubs against the soft of your lips to get him hard again. Meguru’s voice was choked, damn near a babble that was melodic to you; “C-can I? Can I, can I?”
“Hmmm,” you hummed, head tilting a little as your smile was for yourself only at that moment. Eyes were hungry, staring down at your body in anticipation as hands blocked the view of his cute cock in their guiding.
“Please? Please?” He begged, unable to rut, but desperate in the way voice grew shrill in it’s fast, airy cadence; “I-I’ll be good, I won’ move, I’ll le’ you doanything’, I’ll listen, I-I promise good! Please, please, please?”
The arduous and careful sink of yourself down along his shaft made Meguru’s whines loud in the tild of his head back. The movement spread his thighs out to allow for your ass to slide down and bury his cock slowly. Inch by inch, your walls were stretched and relief was brought to that burn deep in your cunt. You sighed, satisfied, cheeks flush and flaring heat. God, he felt good. Big, perfect, curved in such a way that soft head pressed up against your lower walls and made cunt clench. Meguru’s babbling had been strangled by a bellow, eyes closing as body melted beneath you. You’d wanted badly to taste further in that moment, but your own anticipation and eager desire compelled you to carefully lift yourself up enough for cock to glide - inches - out before dipping yourself back down again. Your ride wasn’t gentle, but it wasn't too hard, either. It’d be somewhat heavy in your lifting and lowering of pretty ass with the noted sound of skin against skin, a soft clap in every drop.
Cunt greedily oozed along the thick of his cock at every stroke, leaking down his balls and circling around the thin of the dildo’s flare. Meguru’s mind stopped. Jaw hung slack and limbs lay limp in his arms’ curl into his chest. Drool dripped and eyes hazily watched the round of your ass bounce along his cock. Your pleasuring of yourself was luxurious; a constant bounce paired with fluctuating rhythms of fingers rubbing against your clit. Cunt would spasm and constrict when angle was found, and with your own slack jaw you chased that bubbling tension and pleasure rawly. Head of his cock had found the right spot inevitably with the tilt forward of your hips, pressing and rubbing against the deepest parts of your cunt in a quickening pace that made you tremble.
“Ohhh, fuck,” you hissed when cunt gripped and flexed. Due to the forced angle, cock stayed balls deep, but squirt gushed around him in an unsteady trickle. Meguru cried pitifully at the sudden spike in both heat and claustrophobia, your walls hugging him so tightly that his own ass clenched down to cope but only found the silicone cock there to mirror your pleasure.
Body beneath you fractured under the pressure, shaking horribly as cock throbbed inside of you. While you could have been seen as greedy, you absolutely weren't cruel; when you’d felt him begin to swell, pussy was forced down further. Fucks grew shallower until, finally, that familiar ache of a cock swelling too large filled in place and locked the two of them together. Meguru’s wails of pleasure had died to shifting, broken snivels. Body twitched in it’s tremors beneath you for a few minutes until you had felt the dog ease into stillness. Your breath was heavy at first, gradually returning as the seconds had ticked by. Cunt burned hot, steadily being filled in noticeable flashes of warmth that made your stomach flutter. It's always been a challenge to take his entirety, but you’d always liked the feeling regardless of competition. A challenge that would remain undefeated as plug inevitably failed, cum oozing around his knot inside of you and dripping onto the sheets. Happily, your hand had crawled along your features down to rub at your clit languidly but doggedly. In return, the swell and ache of your cunt had forced it to spasm and squirt lazily and wet in it’s squelches. Perhaps it’d been the added slickness or the gaping of your cunt, but, finally, knot loosened in it’s swell and was forced out with a stick pop. Cum poured in an impressive river, where it streamed down onto his own entrance that had kept that silicone knot loyally deep inside.
It’d taken you some minutes to fully recover, where arms shook when you’d extended their effort to lift you up and off of his thighs. You’d dropped with a flared kneel onto the bed, glancing over your shoulder with a hazy smile. At the sight of his fucked out expression - rosy cheeks, glazed eyes, and tired open maw pant of his mouth - a sense of pride bubbled in your chest. Yellow blinked in slow exhaustion, long lashes glistening wet.
“Feel better?” you offered innocently, regaining the sensation in your legs vaguely as the seconds ticked onwards.
Meguru uttered a cute sound. It was clear as day; mind was strung out, void of anything other than simply breathing and recovering in that moment. If he’d felt pain in his thighs from remaining stretched and holding your weight, Meguru couldn’t feel it. The dog felt raw. Any slight breeze or touch against his most sensitive areas made him whine. Jaw trembled, tongue lolling, your scent along his nose as your cunt’s taste had dried along his face. You’d crawled to his side, where thighs rested beside his head in your kneel along the bed. Smile to him was sweet, hand cradling along his cheek affectionately.
“I’ll consider that a yes,” you’d grinned, a confident smugness radiating from you.
The dog’s tail wagged against the sheets, seeming to affirm the statement. The warmth of his cheek nuzzled into the soft of your palm, earning your attention. Yellow eyes beamed up at you, their glassy haze oddly pretty as they lingered on your image.
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1950s househusband x gn reader
marinette4943 asked: Hey!
I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?
If so, could you tag me in it?
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From Part 3;
He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.
However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape.
Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.
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Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.
You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”
You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.
He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.
Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently. Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)
No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?
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(I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)
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A NICE SURPRISE
Summary: Anti feels a little down on his birthday, but as it seems, (some of) the Ipliers already had something in mind to fix that!
Notes: There are some heavily implied self-destructive behaviors from Anti (You know how he is with knives), so be warned. Also there's like, a scarily realistic cake of a head, if that bothers anyone lmao??
Lastly, I'd like to express that I don't usually write for the Ipliers, like at all. I think this is actually my first time writing anything a bit more "advanced" with characters like Wilford and Google. I apologize in advance for any mischaracterization!
If there are any errors, please let me know!
It's dark. Empty.
Anti's sitting on the floor by himself, and in front of him, two skulls, one smaller than the other, with candles on top of them.
The fire is causing the wax to melt and slowly drip down the bone. Anti's humming happy birthday to himself.
He's smiling, but part of him is bitter. The others always gather together to celebrate each other's beginning of existence, and yet here he stands, alone.
He has a purpose to fulfill, he knows, and he definitely won't be regretting his decisions any time soon. Not like he can even feel regret anyway.
He's powerful, he's all-knowing, he's admired, he's feared, he's... Alone. But it's fine. He's fine.
...When did the candles snuff out? He must've gotten lost in thought.
...
He buries his face in his hands and lets out a heavy sigh.
His existence matters, he repeats to himself, he's what people stick around for. There are people celebrating, it's not like nobody cares or something- So why does he not feel it?
His knife glitches into existence in his hand. Ah, the lovely memories of Jack- Jack, who no longer exists. Is this what Chase felt like when he lost his family? Boo. This sucks.
He's staring at the blade.
He has no cake to cut, but he can still cut something. Cut something so he's no longer bored, so he can remind himself just how above everyone else he is, how much this doesn't impact him.
He raises the knife, blade facing his neck. He remembers the people loved this one. They talked about him for a very, very long time.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and it's... Wilford? What door?
...Wilford just opened a door into the void. It's okay, he does that sometimes.
Anti immediately lowers the blade, acting like he was just playing around with it.
Behind Wilford, are... Two others. Anti could tell one of them was here prior to even seeing him, just because of the all too familiar ringing that engulfed the room.
...They're all wearing stupid party hats.
“Suuuurpriiiiiiiiiise!”
Wilford brings his gun out from behind him, and fires in the theoretical air in celebration. Instead of a bullet, confetti shoots out, falling in the air.
“Oh̡? ́Ẃhaţ's t́he s͟p͝ec͝ial occ̨a̛sion?”
He smiles, pretending not to know.
...Wilford freezes up as he looks at Anti, his mouth agape and his gun still aimed at the air.
“Your birthday!”
He sounds so sure, but after Anti's reaction, he's starting to honestly doubt?
“It... It is your birthday, right? I- I even wrote it down so I could look at it whenever I forgot! Look, I've got it right here!”
Wilford pulls out something from behind him again, this time a calendar, which he opens and flips through until he gets to October.
“See? Right here, in the big red circle.”
He aggressively pokes his finger on the date of Anti's birthday, which has been circled with a red marker.
“N-N-No, it is today. He's just being a bra-a-at as per usual.”
Google walks up to them, interrupting. Dark trails up as well after realizing he stayed behind.
Google's not entirely sure why he's even here, considering that just being near Anti completely messes with his system.
“Ẃa̛y to r̨uin t͡h͟ę ̀fùn̷.”
Anti smirks as he rolls his eyes.
“No, it's not "fu-u-un", Wilford actually has a hard time re-e-emembering things. Last time I checked, it is considered impolite to use so-so-someone's condition to make them the punchline of a joke.”
Wilford places his hands on his hips as he stares at Google, clearly offended.
...
“What I mean to say is, you're being a bi-i-itch.”
“You don't speak on my behalf, metal man! I can remember things just fine, thank you very much.”
...Darkiplier coughs, bringing attention to himself. When Anti looks at him, he raises his hand to wave.
“H̴e͞llo̢, "Dam̶ien".”
Dark smiles, and lowers his head slightly as he places his hand on his chest, bowing.
“It's good to see you alive and well,”
He heavily emphasized, still smiling through his words despite his sarcastic tone. Anti's own smile faltered.
“Not͞ muc̕h else I can do, r̕eally. I ca̢n't j͢us͏t go di͡e in a di̶tc̨h, ev͏en if I wa̸n͢tèd to. Not ́humàn.”
“Well, then it's a good thing you don't want to.”
Suddenly the air is... Tense?
...
“...Anyway, we have another surprise for you.”
“Oh̵?”
Wilford suddenly covers Anti's eyes, and he hears someone, probably Dark, snap their fingers.
And when Wilford pulls his hands away, Anti is greeted with the sight of a circular table with four available seats, all with their own plates and cutlery, alongside some mystery drinks...
One of the chairs is fancier, positioned in the middle, and in front of it, a silver platter with a tray covering its contents.
Anti's mouth drops slightly as he looks at everything, over and over, blinking in surprise.
“Sit,”
Dark speaks up and, when Anti looks back at him with a dumbfounded look, pinches the bridge of his nose.
“You know where.”
“R̛i̶g͟h͡t̀- Right.”
Anti snaps out of it and walks over to the chair reserved for him, followed by Wilford, Google and Dark picking their own seats.
For some reason, he's reluctant to sit down.
Dark raises a brow at him.
“Why are you hesitant?”
“I͟'ve juśt, err- Nev̨e͢r had s͟omet̷h͞in͏g l̛i̕ke thi͞s happen t͞o m̛e.”
“I thought people lo-o-oved you?”
Dark almost smiles, considering he, too, would probably say something like that- But any sign of a grin is immediately wiped off his face when he notices Anti's unchanging expression.
He's not reacting. He's just standing there, taking it. Why is he just taking it?
...Anti finally sits down, and sighs as he reaches out for the handle of the tray.
“Oh, and before you say anything, it's cake.”
Anti shoots Dark a confused look, before finally lifting the tray off the platter.
...Oh.
It's Chase's head. Or, at least, a hyperrealistic cake version of it. He understands what Dark means now.
“Sooooo? What do you thiiiiink?”
Wilford rests his head on his palms as they balance on the table, blinking repeatedly at Anti with weirdly defined eyelashes.
“Having the head of your enemies served on a silver platter sounded like something you'd enjoy, so we went with that!”
“It was the d-d-dark one's idea.”
Thankfully Dark was only just beginning to pour this mystery drink in his glass, because he would've spat it out.
He glares at Google, who doesn't react. Dark can't tell if he genuinely can't understand he's playing with fire here, or if he just doesn't care. Probably the latter.
“I̧ n͟ev͘e͞r͏ kne͠w I wąs̛ in̡ y̵o͞u͡r h͢ead̀ that mu̕ch.”
Part of Anti is genuinely surprised that Dark was thinking about him, like at all.
...Dark's eye twitches.
“Yes, well- I had to think of something that at least somewhat resembled your... Likeness. I can't interfere with your story, so this is as close as I'll ever be to giving you the real thing.”
Wilford chuckles before he speaks.
“You know what they say! You can defy death, but you can't defy good taste!”
No one says that.
...
“Th̴a̴nḱ yo̡u.”
Dark smiles.
“What was that?”
“I͜ said̨ t̷hank yòu.”
“Ah. Like music to my ears.”
“There is n-n-nothing to your ears besides ringing.”
Dark lets out a sigh of annoyance at Google's comment, but reminds himself that there are other things to prioritize right now.
“Now- Let me do the honors.”
“Sit down. I will cut the cake.”
Google interrupts just before Dark can get up.
“I've already cal-cal-calculated how many pieces I can cut this into.”
Dark is honestly a little hesitant, knowing Google's past... Attempts at AI generated stats.
But maybe that will get a smile out of Anti, so he decides to let him do it.
“...Okay, suit yourself then.”
When Google grabs a knife, Anti can't help but stare. Stare and think.
Dark must've been looking at him, because he began repeatedly tapping his index finger on the table until he got his attention.
Eventually, everyone is served a piece of... Chase. Chase cake? Cheesecake?
...Google can't eat, but he served himself a piece anyway, just to feel included.
Before anyone can dig in, Dark places his hands on the table, pushing his chair back and standing up before taking his glass in his hand.
“I'd like to make a little speech, for the man of the hour.”
Dark gestures to Anti, who cringes and hides the side of his face behind his hand.
But he's chuckling.
“Òh, si̸t ba̕c̵k dów͏n. You look͞ stupid.”
“Ah ah ah. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity,”
“So, I'd like to say that I am glad to be present in this very moment. Present in front of my equals, my friends.”
“We've got all day and night, an endless supply of food and drinks. Let's enjoy a feast made for a king!”
Dark raises his glass.
“A feast for a king!”
Wilford, too, gets up, holding his own glass that he clings with Dark's. Google doesn't move from his seat, like an actual jerk.
For a moment, Anti wonders if he deserves such a grandiose celebration.
But then he quickly remembers he's Anti, the Fandom favorite, and he loves the attention! So he gets up, and clings his own glass.
When everyone sits back down, Anti is looking at Dark, Wilford, and Google. Dark and Wilford are smiling, chatting away as they eat their cake. Google isn't saying anything, but he's listening.
“You know,”
Wilford turns to Anti in the middle of his conversation with Dark.
“I was gonna get you a present, but this one didn't think my pocket knives were good enough!”
He points at Dark, and Anti fakes a gasp.
“Ho̧ẃ dare you do̷ t̡hat, Da̸mi̷en! Sham̷e on you͏!”
“I- You- I never said your pocket knives weren't good enough! You know why knives don't make a good gift! Especially to Anti!”
“I can h̢e͠ar you̕, you ̀kn͏ow.”
“Oh yeah? Well, even if you didn't say that, that's what it felt like!”
Wilford crosses his hands. Dark facepalms, defeated, and Anti's quietly giggling.
It was an honor to get to be casual with them, really. Even if Google didn't take much of a liking to him, he's happy he's here too.
...Hm.
Maybe he wasn't completely above wanting some company, sometimes. And maybe he did want someone to tell him nice things every now and then. There's no problem with that.
...
What a nice surprise.
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticegos#jacksepticeye egos#jse fandom#jse#jse anti#markiplier#markiplier egos#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#markiplier wilford#wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache#googleplier#antisepticeye#altr 114209#I have once again made Dark and Anti friends bwomp#I don't know why Google is there tbh#Look Dark even brought his boyfriend along#and by that I mean Wilford
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silent | inumaki x reader⋆˙⟡
notes: not accurate to actual regency era london, but it is my attempt! currently editing from my ao3 vers. (pompompurvin)
ch 2: the opening ball | masterlist | next ch.
After you spoke, it felt like the entire room was staring at you; whispers swirled around, and judgmental eyes seemed to pierce your skin. The Duke chuckled, handing you a piece of paper, reading, “I am mute,” with an explanation of the speech disorder below it.
Your mouth instantly flew agape as you gasped, “My sincerest apologies, your Grace. I was unaware.”
As a blush rose to your face, the Duke gave you a look, seemingly communicating that it was okay.
“My lady,” A black-haired suitor greeted and bowed, “I am Lord Okkotsu Yuuta, pleased to make your acquaintance.” Looking towards the Duke, Yuuta spoke again, “I see you have met my dear friend the Duke of York. Has he explained his ‘situation’ to you?”
You nodded, showing the piece of paper you had been handed.
On the other side of the room stood the Princesses Mai and Maki. Despite their high ranks, every male suitor seemed to avoid any conversation with them, because of Zen’in Naoya. The blonde-haired young man simply would not allow any suitor near them, declaring, “None of these men are fit for you two.”
“Naoya, you must let us be this season,” Mai said, as she interlinked an arm with the boy, “I understand you care, but it is time for Maki and I to find a match.”
“It is not my fault these suitors are all… faulty. Look at him,” Noaya pointed towards a pink-haired boy, “That is Lord Itadori. His family is embroiled in scandal after he was found passed out in his gentlemen’s club.”
The two girls fanned their faces, communicating a shock as Noaya continued to gossip about different suitors and their various behaviors that made them unsuitable.
Your conversation with the Duke and Lord was brief; you were still embarrassed that you had not known about the Duke’s condition, so after excusing yourself, you returned to your mother and sister.
“You did not inform me the Duke was a mute.”
Your mother giggled, “I did not think it was necessary.”
Looking towards the middle of the room where couples were dancing, one duo stood out in particular.
“Sister, that white-haired gentleman you dislike is dancing with another man.”
“Ah, Prince Gojo and Earl Geto,” your sister replied, “Yes, they dance together a lot.”
Looking back at your sister, it seemed as if she paid no mind to the relationship between the two men; therefore, you also ignored them. Continuing to peoplewatch, you noticed Duke Inumaki walking up to your family.
“Good evening, your Grace,” your mother greeted him with a curtsy.
The Duke extended his hand towards you and offered a slight bow.
“You… wish to dance?” you asked, somewhat surprised.
After a nod from the boy, you handed him your dance card and made your way to the dance floor.
Once again, it felt as though all eyes were upon you; however, this time, the attention was welcome. As you moved in perfect harmony with the Duke, your arms gracefully encircled his neck, and you gazed into his violet eyes, smiling. In your heart, you knew that this dance would show the ton that there might be something between you two.
There was an unspoken passion between you and the Duke that night. Every step the two of you took was together– perfectly in time with one another. Although quiet, the Duke had a way of communicating through little movements in body language, and somehow, you understood every little detail.
Dearest gentle reader,
It appears that Her Majesty has yet to name this season's diamond, leaving all in eager anticipation. One cannot help but speculate which debutante shall be graced with such a coveted title.
The eyes of the Ton are currently fixated on Miss Iori Y/N, who found herself in a rather delicate predicament by not being aware of Duke Inumaki’s inability to speak. And yet, she enjoyed a dance with the Duke at the Season’s opening ball.
Meanwhile, it seems Miss Nobara Kugisaki is enjoying the attentions of both Lord Itadori and the Duke of Cambridge, Mister Fushiguro.
The Zen’in family persists in presenting the Princesses Mai and Maki to the market; however, this season appears to hold a distinct promise for the two young ladies. Could it be that this is the coveted season in which they shall finally find their match? Only time will tell if their cousin, Mister Noaya Zen’in, will allow for the ladies to marry.
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown
Paperboys ran around calling out “Latest Whistledown!” as you and your mother promenaded through Hyde Park. Your mother purchased one, read it, and seemed satisfied with the writings in the pamphlet.
“What does it say, mama?”
Continuing to walk, your mother spoke, “It seems your association with the Duke of York has been noted by everyone in the Ton. I am relieved to see that there is no ill intent behind the gossip regarding your name.”
“Mama, I do not even know if he is the one I will marry,” you said sincerely. “He is a man of few words, and I wish to find a love match this season.”
“Then find your love match, but do not count the Duke out for a condition he cannot control.”
a/n: I AM NOT BEING HOMOPHOBIC W/ GOJO AND GETO. I JUST THINK IT WOULD NOT BE NORMAL IN THIS TIME PERIOD.
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Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (2/2)
C/w: Unhealthy relationship dynamic | Unhealthy behavior | Dubcon / Noncon (All PG, don't worry… well it’s Yandere PG) | Yandere | Yandere Female and Male OCs | Gender Neutral Reader | Harem x Reader | ANGST | Swearing | Includes a pic of a pair of golden rings for reference (you’ll see why~)
A/n: So this is the second half! This half isn’t as happy as the first one. Tryna make people feel the angst, you feel me? Haha, just kidding. This half is more sad though, and it kind of does have a long conversation scene near the end. Characters go a little crazy... Uh, what else? Oh, I highly recommend you read the first half of Part 3 before this half so that it makes sense. Also if this is the first time you’ve come across this series, I highly recommend you should start from Part 1 or Part 0. Enjoy~
TL;DR? Basically sad half of Part 3. Read Part 3 (1/2) first to make sense. If first time here, read Part 0 or Part 1. Enjoy~
Masterlist | Part 3 (1/2), Part 3 (2/2) (you’re here!), Part 4

It has been five months since you and Lyn started dating. She had told you to be prepared, but you would have never dreamed of being prepared for this.
“I love you I love you I love you…”
She repeats those three words as she nuzzles your neck and hugs you from behind, sitting on the couch. You tremble on her lap.
Your phone dings on the table, and your heart skips a beat when she suddenly becomes quiet. She lifts her head from your neck. Before you can grab your phone, she snatches it quickly and unlocks your phone. It's a text message from one of your ex-coworkers who is getting worried you aren't replying lately.
“Lyn… Honey?” you carefully say. “I-I need to answer that.”
You slowly reach for your phone, only for Lyn to push you out of her lap and stand up, holding the phone out of range. Her face is stone cold, her eyes narrow and sharp.
“... You know what? … This thing is starting to annoy me. I think… I think I know what I should do, ” Lyn says, with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. “For the both of us.”
She then walks over to the balcony. The hairs stand up on your skin as you realize what she's about to do. You quickly get off the couch and rush to her, hands out. “No no no no no-”
Lyn chucks the phone over the rail.
You run towards the rail, hand gripping the metal as you watch it fall sixteen floors down. You turn and scream at her, “Why?”
She meets your eyes, unaffected. “(Y/n), I love you… so much.”
You freeze, as the whole situation dawns on you.
She spoiled you with presents, took you out on all kinds of dates, made you feel comfortable with her, made you think it was okay to live with her since you were spending time at her house more than yours, let her dress you however she wanted to, let her have her way with you whenever she wanted, locked you inside her house 24/7 with surveillance all over the place and even the bathroom, and now this?
“You don't love me…” you whisper.
Shock fills Lyn's face upon hearing your words, mouth agape. She looks away, as if there must be a camera somewhere, and then looks back at you. “What did you say?”
The more it dawns on you, the more you start repeating over and over like a broken record. “You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You–”
“(Y/n), what are you saying?” Lyn yells, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. “Do you hear yourself?”
“I said, You. Don't. Love. Me!” you scream in her face. You shake your head. “This isn't love! Maybe it was at first, but not… this! This is… This is obsession!”
Lyn flinches and stares at you in disbelief. She lets go of you, places her hands on her hips and looks up at the sky, unable to understand why you're being like this.
…..
After a few long moments, she then closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and looks back down at you with her usual soft eyes. The ones that made you think everything will be alright if you stay by her side. Those lovesick puppy eyes. It makes you want to forgive her, even though you know you can't.
“I know… that you don’t love me,” she starts off, voice uneven as tears start to form in her eyes, her hands at her side. “And I know… that you will...” She closes her eyes and pauses for a moment to collect herself, “never… ever tell me that you love me. I… haha… I probably messed up, right? Ah… But you know what?” She opens her eyes again. “I think… I think I can live with that. As long as you're mine, I can live with that.”
You watch her reach into her pants pocket and bring out a velvet box. You think it’s another present, another bribe, but instead when she opens it, there are two golden rings nestled together. She takes them, throws the box behind without a care, places one ring on her left ring finger, and then closes the distance between you two to grab your left hand.
“W-what are you doing?” you screech, clawing at her hand.
“Hold still. This is for the both of us.”
Struggle all you want, she successfully places the ring on your ring finger. She then grabs your other wrist and takes a knee, just like when she first asked you out. She gazes lovingly into your terrified eyes, with all her twisted obsession, and begs,
“Marry me. Please.”
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[Present day…]
Lyn walks down the street, fiddling with the golden band on her left ring finger. She smiles gently yet sorrowfully. The moment she walks up the bar, she puts on her serious mask at the sight of a stranger standing beside her boss’s father.
Ollie’s father, a man of a few words, nods towards Lyn as a greeting. Lyn nods back. “... Mr. Panthera, good evening. Is this-”
“Eris,” the stranger responds, holding out his hand. “I’ll be taking over Mr. Panthera once I’ve trained for a week. Nice to finally meet you… Lyn. Heard a lot of great things about you.”
Lyn shakes his hand, somehow feeling something’s off. “... Likewise. You’re Ollie’s friend, correct?”
Eris drops Lyn’s hand, a little forcefully. “His best friend, yeah~”
“... Ah.”
Ollie’s father huffs with satisfaction. Eris salutes the old man with a smile, and Lyn nods again, before the old man enters the bar to join his son. Lyn takes her position at the door. Eris stands beside her, with his hands behind his back.
Lyn raises an eyebrow. “... You can go home now.”
“Mm… “ Eris sucks in air through his teeth. “Yeah, I know… but I think I’ll stay just a little longer. To observe how you do things. That okay?”
Lyn shrugs. “... Suit yourself.”
Being the bouncer for the current shift, Lyn greets the guests as Eris observes. Ollie’s bar, The Cat’s Meow, is quite exclusive to a select few VIPs in the country. There is never a lot of activity, but there is always a lot of dough coming in just enough to keep it open.
An hour into Lyn's shift, when there’s no one around except for the sound of crickets, Eris finally breaks the silence.
“I see you have a ring on your left ring finger. You married?” he asks, stretching his arms above his head.
Lyn takes a deep breath. “... Yes.”
“Ohhh~ How lucky. How long have you been married?”
“... Six years now.”
Eris whistles in amazement. “That's pretty long. Congratulations.”
“... Thank you.”
“You must love your spouse a lot to be married that long, huh?”
“... I do.”
…..
The corner of Eris's mouth twitches. “... You know… Uh… You're a pretty dry conversationalist, huh?” Eris comments.
“... So I've heard.”
Eris nods understandably. “Okay… Well! I, too, have a lover waiting for me at home. I took this job so that I can show off my manly side, ya know? Show that I can provide, be a member of society, and not just use up all my inheritance.”
“... Good for you.”
“Mm hm! Mm hm! Hey, since you've been married for so long, could you give me some advice? Like how did you get your lover to marry you? Mine's not so keen on getting married, ya know? They’re kind of a hard nut to crack.”
Lyn pads her ring with her thumb. “... You shouldn't force your lover to marry you… especially if they don't want to.”
“I know, right~? So I told my lover that we could elope instead. They aren't really big on labels either, ya know? Honestly, I’m pretty okay with anything, really, as long as we're together. Exclusively.”
Memories of you fill her mind as she asks, “... Won't you… start to resent them… for not loving you back the way you want them to… after a while? Won't you go insane… thinking they might leave you for someone else?”
Eris thinks about it for a moment. “Mmm… Nah. I’m pretty confident in my ability to love them for as long as it takes. I’ve dealt with a lot of bullshit since I was a kid, ya know? For my lover… I can wait forever if that’s what they need.”
Lyn lets out a heavy sigh. “... Be careful then. Leave them before you start to hurt them.”
Eris scoffs, amused. “Speaking from experience?”
Lyn flinches. “... No.”
Eris checks her reaction, raising an eyebrow. “Huh, that's interesting. Didn't know Ollie hired a psycho for a bouncer.”
Lyn grits her teeth at Eris's audacity. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused.”
…..
“... You got a bone to pick or something?”
“Yeah, just a little bit.”
Lyn blinks multiple times in disbelief. “What do you want?”
Eris sucks in through his teeth, tilting his weight between the balls and heels of his feet. “You own the buildings around the intersection between 7th and 8th, right?”
Lyn doesn't want to question how he knew. “... What's it to you? You looking to buy?”
“Yeah, exactly!”
She scoffs. “Sorry, not for sale.”
“Ehhhh? Why not? Look, I have the money,” he insists. “I can even wire it to you today. What’s your number.”
“No.”
“Was it my comments earlier? Sorry, was just sizing you up is all.”
“Still no.”
“Oh, c'monnn,” he whines.
“No.”
“Please please please?”
“No.”
“Tch. You remind me of my lover.”
“Huh?”
“Obviously,” Eris explains, “You could never compare to them. It’s just that I offer money and gifts and they're always like ‘No’. I love them so much, but I wish they’d let me spoil them a bit, ya know?”
“... Good. They know what they want. Stop annoying them,” Lyn advises, exasperated from this conversation.
“Mm, nah. I wouldn't say I annoy them,” Eris says, thoughtfully. “My lover's kind of a tsundere, if I think about it. I give them a hug, they tell me to stop hugging them, I continue to hug them, and then they just give up and let me. I'm pretty sure they enjoy my perseverance.”
Lyn pities whoever has the misfortune of being this guy's lover. “... Wow, good for you.”
“Yeah… so I'm looking to buy from you just one of the apartments on 7th and 8th. My lover lives there and honestly the landlord there is doing such a shit job making sure they're safe. D’ya know how many criminals I've had to take care of every time I visit my lover? My god, where’s all of that trash coming from…?”
Lyn thinks about the crime reports she received about the area around that building lately. It couldn’t possibly be this guy's doing, could it? One small guy… Impossible. Curious, she asks, “...Which one?”
“The red building.”
….
There's no way, right? Lyn thinks. “... What a coincidence. My… spouse… happens to live in that building too.”
“Really?” He whistles. “Wow… small world.”
…..
“So, can I buy it from you?”
“No.”
“Ugh, fine!” Eris sighs. “You know what I think?”
“.....” Lyn looks up at the night sky, uninterested.
“Hey.”
“.....”
“Hey!”
“.....”
“Lyn?”
“.....”
“Mutt?”
She lets out a sigh. “... What?” she responds, annoyed.
Eris smirks. “I think you should give up the ‘married’ shtick. It's kind of lame.”
Lyn’s head whips towards Eris. “... Excuse me?”
“You’re excused,” Eris replies with a shrug. “We both know you're not married. You've got this…” Eris gestures to all her with a circular motion with a hand. “Sad puppy who got kicked to the curb look.”
“You think I’m not married because I look like sad puppy?”
“Nah. Actually, did some research on you before I came here, so I know damn well for a fact you’re not married.”
Lyn shakes her head in disbelief. “... Ah, so that’s how you know. And you called me a psychopath earlier.”
“I call it for what it is.”
“Huh. Then, I guess it's true when they say that it takes one to know one.”
“Hah! Yeah… Listen, I don't really want anything to do with you, but you're standing in my way.”
“... What do you mean?”
Before Eris can answer, Ollie walks up to the bar’s entrance, giggling with the most maniacal grin on his face, like the cat that got the cream. Upon seeing the two, he stops and waves.
“Boss,” Lyn greets with a nod. “Good evening.”
“Ollie!” Eris greets happily before asking, “Why are you outside?”
Ollie can't contain his giddiness as he waves them off. “Ah, don’t mind me. I'm going inside. Hehehe. Goodnight, you two. Stay safe when you go home tonight.”
After Ollie's goes inside, Eris prompts Lyn with, “Hey, why do you wear a ring if you're not married?”
Lyn looks at her ring, gleaming from the light of the streetlamp. “... What does it matter to you?”
“Could you just answer the question, lady?”
Lyn sighs and rolls her eyes. If it'll get him to stop with this stupid conversation, she might as well comply. “Fine. If you really must know, it's because it's a reminder. A reminder of how much I loved them. Loved them so much I wanted to be with them forever and always. Loved them too much until it hurt them. Loved them too much to let them go completely from my heart–”
“Look, I was asking for a short answer. Not a whole poem,” Eris cuts in. “Jeez, don’t you know how to talk to people?”
Lyn has half a mind to beat this guy up. “You asked for an answer, and you got one.”
“Sure, but you’re not together anymore, right?”
There is a sharp pang in Lyn's heart. “... Yeah. We aren't… together… anymore. This ring… is all I- huh?”
By the time Lyn had notices, Eris had already left. Lyn lets out an exhausted sigh. What’s with that guy??
-----🔔-----
It was a short walk from the bar to the city parking garage, and all the while Eris had his hands in his pants pocket. One of them fingers an item in his pocket, as he analyzes the whole conversation with Lyn.
Once he reaches his car in the city parking garage, he pulls out the item and looks at it, rolling it between his fingers.
A golden ring. Engraved in Latin with the words for “Love you forever and always” on the outside. He looted from your house during one of many nights he stayed over, without your knowledge. It matches the one Lyn is wearing. One half of a couple’s rings, he assumes.
Eris smiles bitterly. “Now why, oh, why would you keep something like this, huh (Y/n)? When you have me now?”
He looks towards the vast space of the parking garage. No one would be able to find it, or someone might just pick it up and sell it for some quick cash. He makes a fist with the ring in his hand and reels his arm back.
…..
Only to cancel the moment, from bowing over from a crazy laughter that suddenly erupts from his body. If there were any poor souls nearby, they would have believed something demonic was haunting the place, or there was an escapee from the nearest insane asylum.
“AUGH! I can't do it. WHY??” Eris shouts, gripping strands of his hair with his empty hand. “You're making me go crazy, (Y/n)! Is this stupid ring… so important to you that you’d keep it after all of these years? You’re not even together anymore, right? THEN WHY? WHY? This is… this is such bullshit! WHY CAN’T I JUST THROW IT AWAY!? WHY WHY WHY WHY!?”
Getting that out of his system, Eris begins to quiet down and inhale oxygen. With his heart pounding out of control, he takes several more deep breaths. After he successfully calms down, he releases his hair and starts rubbing away the heavy tears rolling down his face with his arm.“ Ah… Ahahaha… hic! … I can't… hic! … I can’t help but think… hic! ... that you might still… love… hic! … her… Do I… hic! … even have a chance, (Y/n)?”
The vast open space of the silent garage offers no words or gestures of comfort.
He sniffs, straightening back up, and looks at the ring again.
“She said it herself. You're not together anymore, right? And it’s not like you wear this either, so that means you don’t love her all that much anymore, right?” Eris asks the ring as if it is you. “You’re probably just… holding onto the memories. Yeah… No wonder you're so closed off from me!” Eris begins to smile. “That’s fine. That just means I just need to do more to carve a space in your heart for myself, right? But I’m not like her. I would never dream of hurting you. I just need to replace her little by little, right? It's okay, (Y/n). I can wait… Forever and always, ya?”
With that conviction, he pockets the ring, and gets into the car when his phone starts vibrating.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
Huh. That's weird, he thinks. The only people who have his phone number are Ollie, his family, and well, you. Of course, it probably isn't you since you'd never– HOLY SHIT!
He has never picked up a phone call faster in his life. Excitement flows through his veins like liquid nitrogen. “(Y/n)-”
“You asshole!” you scream through the phone.
His mouth flies open.
Well… small steps are better than nothing, right? It takes a moment but Eris suddenly realizes what this means, and his smile grows really wide.
YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! For once, you've called him first! You felt comfortable calling him on his personal cell after all of this time! That's progress! Ah~ It’s so good to hear your phone voice again. He bets Lyn hasn’t heard your voice in forever.
HAH! Fuck you, Lyn! I’m (Y/n)’s man now, not her. So much for a fucking ring. HAH!
“Hey! Are you listening to me?” you ask, annoyed.
Eris pouts. “Sorry, was just lost in my thoughts, Love. Hehe, did you only call me to call me an ‘asshole’? Not that I mind, since I love your voice and all, but that’s really mean.”
He hears you groan on the other side of the line. “What’s with your voi- No, You wanna know what's mean? Stealing my family portrait. Give it back.”
… Huh? He feels flattered that he’s the first one you thought about, but your family portrait? The one on your table? Sure, he took your ring… and he does fill your fridge with his home cooking… and maybe have taken some of your under- But typically, he leaves everything else where it is because it’s your apartment. Especially something you only have one of and hold very dearly.
“I… Love, I would never touch your family portrait.”
“Well, your friend did! I don’t know who planned it, but tell him to return it immediately! Or I will… I will… Just bring it back. Please.”
You hang up right after.
…..
To Eris, you sounded like you were crying. He calls you back.
Briing! Briing! Tch.
“What?” you croak.
Eris can't help but giggle. “You picked up on the first ring~” he teases.
“I'm going to hang up now.”
“W-wait!” Eris clears his throat. “(Y/n), I would never ask anyone to take your family portrait. Could you describe to me what my supposed friend looks like? What happened? Did you call the police?”
“Is that so… No, I didn’t call the police yet because he said he was your friend and I thought you were playing a cruel joke on me. He said your name, Eris, so he does know you for sure. He had, um, black hair, with white roots I think? Kind of like a tuxedo cat. Um… green cat-like eyes. Um, doesn't really talk much and stares a lot. But he had the audacity to eat someone's else food and then throw the bowl on the floor without so much of a ‘thank you’! Can you believe it?”
“Ah…” Eris flattens his mouth from spouting his inner thoughts.
GOD. You're so adorable when you ramble. You're really attached to your food, huh? You must really like eating his home cooking, since he knows you have nothing else in there. If only you’d just let him take care of you, you could just stuff yourself without a care in the world. Anyway, the way you're describing the perpetrator sounds like you're describing a cat-
There's only one person who that reminds Eris of.
“I think I know who you’re talking about.” His tone is unnervingly even.
“Really? Oh, thank goodness. Thank yo– I mean, good. Please return my family portrait quickly. ASAP. Bye.”
You hang up before he can bid you goodbye. He calls you. You pick up on the first ring.
“What?”
Hehehe. “Go to sleep soon, okay? I’ll take care of it. Love you~”
You hang up again. Eris pockets his phone, before resting his head against the steering wheel. His smile turns into a frown as he absorbs and analyzes all of the information he's just received.
After a moment or two, Eris lets out a guttural sigh as gets out of the car. He slams the door shut, locks his car, and starts speed walking back to the bar, grumbling to himself, “One fucking obstacle after another…”
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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
part 23 / mistake ☆
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warning(s): *REPOST!!!* i didn't like the original. profanity, possible typos
“did that brat just hang up on me…?” tetsurou scoffed in disbelief, staring at his phone screen which displayed the words: call ended.
“so…” yn dragged the ‘o’ as she tried to peek over her brother’s shoulder to glance at his phone, “where’s koz? is he on his way?”
“ugh. wouldn’t you like to know.” tetsurou swatted his sister’s face away, walking over to the bleachers so that he could put his phone in his bag.
yn followed in suit, one hand holding a clipboard against her chest and the other clicking away at a blue-inked pen. “well obviously, dipshit. that’s why i asked. i need to talk to him.”
zipping his bag closed, tetsurou turned to fully face his sister whose eyes kept switching from the gym doors to his own. “did something happen between you and kozume?” his brows subtly furrowed, trying to figure out the reason behind kozume’s avoidant behavior.
“what?” the sudden question took yn by surprise. she had not told tetsurou about the kiss, though she was tempted to at this very moment.
tetsurou let out a heavy sigh, dropping down to the bleachers. yn did the same, not sure that talking about the kiss could be the answer to whatever her brother was currently trying to decipher. “sorry, didn’t mean to sound like i’m accusing you or anything.”
“no, it’s fine.” yn put the clipboard and pen down beside her, arms propped up on her knees so that her full attention could be on her brother.
“it’s just,” tetsurou pursed his lips, unsure of whether he was overthinking the situation or not. still, if anyone were to genuinely listen to his rants about kozume, it would be his sister. “he was acting weird to me over text earlier today and then apologized?”
it was yn’s turn to furrow her brows, her head cocked to the side. “for what?”
“that’s the thing, i don’t know.” tetsurou sighed again. “like sometimes he says things i don’t get right away but when he apologized for no reason i couldn’t help but think that he did something to you. he didn’t… do anything to you right?”
“uhm well…”
tetsurou rose a brow. “well?” yn’s cheeks began warm as she thought back to when kozume had kissed her. the feeling in her heart that she felt that night began to resurface and within seconds she was unraveling the scene to her brother who listening intently. “what?! yn you have to talk to him about that! i can’t believe he actually made a move.” at his last sentence, tetsurou couldn’t help but smirk, pounding his fist to his chest, “my man! i’m so proud of him!”
yn rolled her eyes with a laugh, “okay, okay, whatever. do you think that could be why he apologized to you?”
“oh yeahh,” tetsurou hummed, deep in thought until he decided to just bring out his phone to reread the texts. “i don’t think so…he said ‘for future references’ so whatever he apologized for, i don’t think he did it yet which is what worries me. look, if anything happens, just tell me okay? i don’t want you getting hurt. i mean it, yn.” his look was stern. he was absolutely serious that if kozume made a single tear fall from either of his sister’s eyes, he would never forgive him. ever.
“i’m sure everything will be okay, tets.” yn reassured, “don’t worry so much about me.”
the moment between the kuroo siblings was rudely interrupted when a volleyball was suddenly shot at yn’s knee. “oops. sorry.” kei jogged up to the two, picking up the stray ball. “wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t slacking on the job though.”
“oh shut up. you wouldn’t have to be running here if you could actually receive the ball.” yn quipped back.
the conversation caught the attention of atsumu who was grabbing his water bottle near the three, “she got you there, four-eyes.”
kei’s eye twitched at the comment, slightly glaring at his upperclassman. “since when were you two so chummy.”
in return to the question, atsumu sarcastically gasped. his mouth agape and both hands smacked on top of his chest as if his heart had just been hit. “what are you talking about?! yn and i are literally best friends. isn’t that right, squirt?”
yn’s face churned with disgust, “oh barf. as if.”
“alright, alright.” tetsurou stood up from his seating position, turned the two players around so that they were facing the rest of the team on the court, and nudged them both to walk forward. “enough playing around. get back to practice.” mumbles of ‘whatever’ and ‘don’t touch me’ from the duo made yn laugh as she brought the clipboard and pen back in her hands, returning her attentiveness to the court.
tetsurou on the other hand was scanning the gym building for his co-captain who was currently talking to keiji, yet for some reason the setter’s attention seemed to be stuck on the team’s manager. subconscious nods to the ace’s rambling seemed to fool koutarou but not tetsurou. ‘why is keiji looking at yn like that?’ the way his eyes bore into yn without notice from her seemed to mimic kozume’s– except it was a bit different from the pure adoration and appreciation as kozume’s. keiji seemed a bit territorial. the sight began to form new clouds of worry above tetsurou’s head but he choose to let it be, ‘maybe that’s just his face…’ and called koutarou over to the bleachers.
a few minutes pass by before the missing setter finally made an appearance. “well finally!” coach ukai exclaims, eyeing kozume who passed through the gym doors. “i expect morisuke and yn to be late–”
“what the fuck.”
“yeah, yeah don’t act surprised,” keishin waved off the two’s response, continuing his talk with kozume. “but you? c’mon, get your head in the game. HA! get it,” he nudged mr. takeda who nervously laughed with him, “because- because we- we have a game coming up!”
the blond setter awkwardly smiled, “uhm yeah, sorry.” he made his way over to the rest of his teammates, careful not to make eye contact with the kuroo siblings who he swore were eyeing him like a hawk.
the team was going through their usual drills, currently practicing their spiking skills. yn was analyzing and taking notes on the current status of each member’s ability to do the specific skills on today’s agenda while tetsurou, seated next to her, was trying to come up with new game plans alongside koutarou. when they heard the gym doors open to reveal the late, disheveled blond setter, their e/c gazes followed his movements, unwavering due to unanswered questions they eagerly wished to be fulfilled.
“kozume! hi!” shoyou grinned, bouncing his way over to his friend as he just finished spiking the ball keiji set to him. “why were you late? where were you? what were you doing? did you forget about practice? oh no! were you taking a nap?”
before kozume could answer the curious sophomore, another blond cut him off. “will you shut it, short-stack?! you’re not even giving him any time to answer your questions.”
shoyou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he glared at kei, “well at least he knows i care, mr. i’m-so-mysterious-i’m-just-gonna-stick-to-talking-to-the-voices.”
“well maybe if you talked to them too you’d find out how less annoying they are compared to you.” kei quipped back.
“yeah okay, go back to talking to yourself,” turning his full attention to kozume, shoyou slapped his hands onto his friend’s shoulder and started to shake him violently. “i missed you! never come late ever again, kozu!”
“s–s-sh–hh-ho–y-yo! s-s-t–too-pp! s-sh–a-a-k–king-g-g! m-m-e!”
“oh, sorry.” the redhead meekly stopped his antics, allowing kozume to catch a breath before finally answering the previous questions.
“i was only a few minutes late…but i just lost track of time and maybe… yes, i almost did fall asleep.”
“after practice, you can nap!” shoyou scolded, hand on his hip and another pointing an accusing finger at the setter, “oh, also! don’t forget to talk to yn–”
“what? for what?” the immediate mention of talking to the girl who indirectly caused him to be late made his body freeze.
“for attendance, silly! you have to tell her why you were late so she can write it down remember?” after seeing kozume nod, shoyou turned once again, now bickering with kei who jabbed quick taunts back at his little squabble.
the rest of practice went on like usual, except for the awfully noticeable rigid interactions between the team's main setters. not knowing the reason behind kozume’s laconic demeanor and keiji’s stoic attitude, the co-captains decided to split the team into two groups to make the atmosphere more manageable.
“kuroo,” tetsurou called out, motioning for his sister to join him on the court. “need you to help kou out with his side of the team, that okay?”
yn scanned the makeup of members in koutarou’s group, pinpointing the people she was more familiar with; atsumu, kei, and keiji. it’s not like she had anything against the black-haired setter. nor was it necessarily awkward between them ever since they began spending more time together during band and volleyball practices, but it was clear she would rather be on the same team as kozume, especially since she needed to talk to him about the previous night. “uhm yeah…that’s fine.” before making her way over to the ace, she looked over at kozume hoping to meet his gaze but was unsuccessful due to his back facing her. for some reason, even though they were fine this morning, ever since practice started, she began to feel that something was wrong, especially with what tetsurou told her about their texts.. her stomach began to churn, anxiety bubbling up inside her.
“hey,” it was keiji. “are you okay? you look kinda uneasy.”
yn shook her head, mumbling out a quick “i’m fine, thanks.” as she moved closer to kou to begin the remaining hours of practice.
during the breaks in between each session of skill practice, yn would try to talk to kozume, but his responses were always either too short or limited to one word. tetsurou, who was worried about his friend and the possibility of the situation somehow affecting his sister, kept a close eye on the two as well as keiji who was on the other side of the court, watching them also.
“koz, is something wrong? you seem different for some reason…” yn had followed the blond outside the building when he went to get some water at the nearby drinking fountain. jumping at the unexpected sound of her voice, kozume accidentally choked on the water, alarming yn to quickly move closer so that she could smack his back to help. “sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you. it just felt like you were avoiding me in there… so i wanted to try to talk to you alone.” still hunched over from coughing and clearing his throat, kozume kept his eyes on the cement beneath his shoes, unable to meet the same e/c eyes he was always so drawn to. hearing no response, yn sighed, doing the only thing she thought would get the blond’s attention. she squatted down so that she would be below kozume’s head, and reached over to cup his cheek. “kozume please look at me, please?”
the desperate plea in yn’s voice made his heart sink. he didn’t want to avoid her, but maybe keiji was right. he was just the best friend. he had always been her best friend. since the second grade. “i’m sorry,” he turned his head away, rejecting yn’s soft touch. “could you… not do that?”
“excuse me?” the request caught yn by surprise, surely he didn’t mean that, right? “but you… you never had a problem with it before… how is this different from everything that’s happened before right now?”
“yn please.” it was his turn to sound desperate. he still refused to look at her, making the whole situation feel even worse for the both of them.
“please what, kozume? you were the one that kissed me remember? why are you suddenly changing your mind? why are you acting so cold towards me all of a sudden?” her voice escalated with each question that spewed out of her mouth, eyebrows furrowing deeper as seconds passed, waiting for kozume to answer her.
“it was a mistake.” his words seemed to just fall out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. a mistake? did he really just admit to everything being a mere mistake?
mistake. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d accidentally write down a different formula in her notebook than what was on her teacher’s slideshow presentation. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d call mori milo or milo mori because their names were so similar. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d give cheese swiss instead of cheddar for a snack.
during the time she dated keiji, she never used the word mistake.
during the time she started to develop feelings for kozume, to the very moment she stood unmoving, unresponsive, and not knowing how to react to what the blond had just said, she never would have even thought to call anything between them a mistake.
but here they were. now standing parallel to each other. both not knowing how to move past what just happened.
the burning sensation beginning to sting yn’s glossy eyes seemed to mimic her crying heart. “do you really mean that?” her voice quivered.
kozume hated himself enough for his previous statement. he didn’t want to dig a knife further down their relationship. yn was someone he held dear to his heart. so why did his lips begin to part to say, “yes..”
“look me in the eyes and tell me everything we’ve been through and everything that we are is a fucking mistake, kozume.” the use of his whole name made him wince. he knew what he was doing was going to wound the both of them beyond repair but the conversation with keiji just seemed to stick to him like gum. what could he give yn that other people couldn’t? how is he special compared to everyone else? why does she even like him? …does she even like him? like sincerely, truthfully, certainly like him?
he slowly began to trail his reddening eyes up to the familiar captivating e/c irises he seemed to be even more glued to than usual. the sight before him was heartbreaking. “yn..” for a second her eyes seemed to soften at the mention of her name coming out of his mouth. the way he said it seemed so unsure. it was filled with so much uncertainty and sorrow. yn hoped he was going to stop the nonsense and just tell her why he was throwing everything away. for her, it wasn’t too late to just apologize and work everything out together. but her hopes shattered as kozume continued his sentence, “i’m sorry…that night i was tired and i wasn't thinking straight. it really was a mistake. please.. just…forget about it.”
yn instantly regretted coming outside altogether when kozume finished his sentence. “you’re full of shit, kozume.” she spat out, tears now warming her reddening cheeks, her throat gone dry as to tell her that there was nothing else her body could muster up the strength to say to the person she’d grown to cherish deeply.
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In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 2)
An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257
Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series
Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8
Chapter Word Count: 6887
Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)
CW for this Chapter Part: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, Brief Descriptions of Injuries
[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]
(To quote myself while I wrote this, "10K+ words in and these idiots haven't even started cleaning the house yet, wtf"
Also it'll be explained in Pt 3 but the food King and Purple are eating is a Filipino dish called "Lugaw" because I'm the author and if I want to give Purple Filipino traits, I will alskjdlgsgdgs /lh)
= O = o =
20 minutes later, a freshly showered King stepped into the hallway.
With a soft towel, he patted parts of his body dry as he made his way down the hall. He had to admit, the shower did wonders for him. He was clean and awake and while his muscles were still sore, it was leagues above how he felt when he first woke up. He wondered if it would be weird to thank Purple for pushing him to shower. Even if it was done in a weird and trying manner.
Speaking of Purple, King rounded the corner into the main room and spotted them rummaging around their large pink tote bag. In his absence, the purple stick had unfurled one of the blankets from last night and laid it out on the floor at the side of his bed. The various pillows were strewn on top of the bedding to act as places to sit and near the center of the arrangement were various medical supplies.
King squinted. There were rolls of bandages, a box of medical adhesives, various tubes of ointments and creams, a box of rapid cold-hot patches, and what looks like an old pink colored over-the-shoulder heating pad. Purple still had their attention focused solely on finding something in their bag and King watched as their eyes lit up as they found what they were looking for.
With a triumphant grin, the younger stick pulled a bottle of pain killers free and nearly dropped it in surprise when they noticed King standing in the doorway.
"King!" Purple yelped. They smoothed down ruffled parts of the blanket before leaning back to sit rigidly in their spot. Silently, they placed the painkillers down near the rest of the medical supplies and gestured for him to sit.
King quirked a brow at the stick figure before making his way towards the blanket. He took a seat on one of the pillows, folding the towel in half and placing it to the side.
"Quite the spread you got here," King commented nonchalantly. Purple's eyes snapped to meet his gaze before concentrating back on their lap. After taking a moment to psych themself up, they looked up at King and squared their shoulders. King blinked as Purple spoke,
"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to demean you. You are completely capable of taking care of yourself and it was wrong of me to have assumed you couldn't. I-"
Purple faltered. Their eyes darted to the pink tote bag to their side before returning to King's face. "I should have realized the help you needed wasn't the same as the help I'm used to giving and for that, I'm sorry."
They sucked in a breath. "If you'll still have me, I would like to keep helping you. I promise I'll improve my behavior."
With that, the younger stick figure bowed their head and trained their gaze on their hands.
A silence stretched as King stared mouth agape at the other.
What? What was that? Why did-?
"I- You don't-" King sputtered, clenching his fist tightly together. This was NOT how he expected this conversation to go. Yes, King wanted an apology for the way Purple treated him, but not like this. He expected a stuttering apology, fast and rambling like the kind Gold would give when they racked up late fees at the library. That was normal. That was natural. King could handle that. But this? This was practiced. This was straight to the point with each word and phrase meticulously picked out to be as placating as possible. They've done this before. And he didn't know why but that thought made him uneasy.
"Purple, kid-" Purple blinked owlishly at him. "You're okay. It's fine. I'm not mad. I promise. I just…" King paused as he tried to find the right words. He could feel the beginnings of a tension headache form as Purple stared expectantly at him.
"Look, I appreciate you trying to help me even if it's been… really weird. But I'm an adult. I don't need to be coddled," And King bit back a curse when Purple's gaze turned blank. He lifted a hand to his chest and quickly continued. "I still want you around though! It's nice having someone else here besides myself. So if you still want to help, then you can."
A second passed, then two, then three as Purple stared wide-eyed until a small grin broke out on their face. They nodded, happily clasping their hands together on their lap. They seemed relieved and King felt the corners of his own mouth turn upwards.
"To be honest," He brought a hand up to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck, slightly wincing at the strain in his shoulders. "I'm still wondering why you wanted to help me in the first place. I mean, it's not like I'm your boss anymore."
Purple paused and tilted their head in confusion. "Why wouldn't I help you?"
"Um, because… Because I got you hurt while you were working for me?" King said slowly. The frown reformed on his face at the sight of Purple's bemused expression. It was as if the thought of not helping King had never crossed their mind.
The purple stick shrugged.
"It's okay," Their nonchalant tone made King's skin crawl. "I signed up for it. You can call it a workplace hazard."
King let out a sharp bark of laughter. The disbelief was heavy in his throat. "A workplace-? Purple no. I almost got you killed. That's not-"
He cut himself off as Purple waved a hand dismissively.
"It's okay," Purple repeated. "Really. Don't worry about it. You came back for me, so it's okay."
And King hated the way the words died on his tongue. He wanted to ask why Purple was just okay with everything. How could they just brush the last 24 hours off? How could they just be fine with getting hurt? He wanted to ask why they were so willing to help him. He knew he didn't deserve it.
But he didn't, couldn't ask.
Not when Purple was looking at him with those understanding eyes.
Not when Purple said they wanted to stay and help.
Not when they didn't hate him.
He was afraid they'd change their mind.
So he held his tongue and let the words and questions dissolve into the air.
"Alright," King relented and Purple's grin relaxed into something more genuine.
King averted his gaze. The kind smile Purple was giving him made his stomach curl. Or maybe it was doing that because it was already past noon and he hadn't eaten anything.
As if on cue, a loud growl emanated from his stomach. Both sticks stared wide eyed until a furious blush erupted on King's face. Purple tried to hide their giggles behind their hands.
"Well, someone's hungry," Purple teased. King groaned, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.
"Yeah I, uh," King coughed into his fist. "I haven't eaten yet."
"Oh! Well it's a good thing I brought food then!" The younger stick beamed at the other and patted the side of the pink tote. "Although, I think we should finish your health check first."
With a huff, King reached down into the medical pile and grabbed the painkillers. The bottle in his hand wasn't a brand he recognized. If he had to guess, it was one of the generic versions available at local pharmacies. He turned the bottle over in his hand and read the information on the back. Branded or not, ibuprofen was ibuprofen and King was in no position to complain.
Gingerly, King popped the lid open and shook two pills out onto his palm. He lifted his hand to his mouth and without hesitation, swallowed both pills dry. He grimaced at the feeling of the medication down his throat.
A strangled noise from across the blanket had King looking up into the horrified eyes of Purple. Their arm was halfway outstretched with an unopened water bottle grasped in it and their mouth hung open in shock.
King lifted an eyebrow. "What?"
"I- You," Purple sputtered. "You take your pills dry?"
"Uh, I mean yeah, sometimes." King shrugged, leaning forward to take the bottle from Purple's hand. Purple cringed.
"Aren't you worried about damaging your throat?"
King twisted the cap off of the water and took a sip before answering. "Not really. I'm pretty sturdy. It's not like a sore throat will kill me."
The younger stick didn't reply, instead their face pulled into a furrowed expression before they sighed and looked away.
King arched a brow before focusing back down at the pile. An assortment of various medical supplies stared back up at him. Some of them he could recognize from his own first aid kit, albeit his were the commercial brands, but others he couldn't place. Still, there was one he was familiar with and he reached down to pick it up.
It was bruise cream, contained in a medium size plastic squeeze tube. Judging from its broken seal and weight, it had definitely been used before. King was no stranger to this type of cream, having a bottle always stocked in the bathroom medicine cabinet, so he knew how to apply it.
Taking off the lid, he dabbed a pea sized lump on his fingers and carefully worked the cream into the tender flesh of his left cheek. Then he repeated the process, this time focusing on the underside of his jaw. Once done, he placed the tube back on the blanket and picked up the box of adhesive bandages. It came with multiple sizes in it and King picked out two bandages, one a large square and the other a longer rectangle. Peeling the backing off, he applied the square bandage over his cheek and the rectangle bandage along the underside of his jaw. King exhaled, slowly opening and closing his mouth to test his now more limited movement range.
With his face covered, the next thing was to take care of his back. He pulled the bruise cream and a roll of bandages closer to him. He was about to grab the box of cold-hot patches when Purple piped up.
"If you're going to use those patches, don't put the bruise cream on."
King stilled. "Huh?"
"Those are pain relief patches," Purple pointed towards the box that King had been reaching for. "You shouldn't mix them with any topical ointments. They contain their own mix of medication that could mess with the chemical properties of the bruise cream and either reduce the effectiveness of both items or cause a rash to form. Plus, you need dry skin in order for it to stick."
"Oh… And you know this because…?"
"Prior experience."
"Ah."
King blew a puff of air from his mouth. Glancing up, he could see Purple staring at him from across the blanket. Their eyes were slightly narrowed as they seemed to be thinking something over in their mind.
"Okay, well… Which do you think I should use then?" King asked. Purple blinked, their eyes clearing as they registered the question.
"Oh! Um, the bruise cream," They pointed down at the tube and bandages by King's lap. "You already took some painkillers so the pain-killing properties of the cold-hot patches seem kinda redundant at the moment. The bruise cream will at least provide some much needed healing for your injuries."
King contemplated Purple's explanation. It made sense. Purple sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to medical stuff. He hummed, recalling Purple's past words.
Prior experience, huh? King wondered just what type of experience they had.
The orange stick figure glanced at the other. They looked young but old enough to participate in the usual fights stick figures were known for. Although, from the week spent working with them, they never seemed "fight-inclined". Sure they could hold their own when needed but flight seemed like their go-to. Although, King supposed they didn't have to be from a fighting background to have fighting experience. His own origins as "the King" from an old abandoned flash game proved as much. Still, with all the little glimpses he's seen, King would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in Purple's past. Maybe if he played his cards right, Purple would be willing to answer some questions later.
"Alright. Fair enough," King said as he grabbed the bruise cream and popped its lid back open. He released a hiss as he worked the cream into his lower back. The muscles there were tender and King didn't even want to know how mottled his skin was from the bruises. If he had to guess, the bruises probably stretched from his tailbone to about midway up his back. Silently, he thanked the coders above that his spine didn't seem to be affected from this whole ordeal.
When he finished, he recapped the tube and picked up the gauze pads along with a roll of bandages. With how large the area felt, he figured one of the adhesive strips wouldn't cut it. Instead a large gauze pad and elastic bandages would have to do.
King grunted, the angle he held the gauze put a slight strain on his muscles. Quickly, he wrapped his lower back, breathing in a sigh of relief as the gauze stayed in place. After a few more passes around his body, he cut and tied off the end of the bandage at his side.
Taking a big breath in, King tested the snugness of the wraps. They were a little looser than King probably needed but since they were wrapped around his stomach, he didn't want them too tight. He still needed to eat after all. Speaking of, King's stomach growled again. King sighed. He was done with his health check so the next course of action should be food.
King shifted in his seat, making a move to get up.
"Hold on," Purple's voice caused King to pause. He turned his head to stare at the younger stick whose arm was outstretched in a 'stop' motion. With that same hand, they motioned him to sit back down.
"You have another one," Purple said. "It's along your upper back and shoulders."
King frowned, brows pinched in confusion. His back and shoulders were hurting earlier but he thought that it was residue from when he crash landed on the jukebox. Most of the pain felt like it stemmed from his lower back but according to Purple, he had another injury he wasn't aware of. Sitting down, King craned his neck back to look over his shoulder at the expanse of his back he could see.
Oh.
What greeted his eyes were what looked to be pixelated burn lines creeping along his shoulders and disappearing past his line of vision towards the center of his back. The lines were a slightly deeper orange color and it formed a disjointed pattern of squares that tapered off and disappeared into the surrounding skin. Gingerly, King reached a finger to poke at the burns, hissing slightly when a hot pain flared at his touch.
King winced. How did he miss this earlier?
Did the soothing heat from the shower somehow cover up any sort of indication of this injury? Slowly, his eyes roamed over the rest of his body. Littered across the backs of his limbs were small patches of these pixel burns, although these ones were light in color and barely noticeable. It seemed like the majority of the dark burns were along his back.
"Where did…" King's question trailed off as his mind raced to figure out what these scars were from. Luckily, he didn't need to wonder for too long because Purple had his answer.
"The staff," They said, making a sweeping motion with their hand. "The white light. It was disintegrating things. And it, well, you know what happened."
King blinked. A second passed, then two, then three.
And then he brought his hands to his face and groaned.
"Cursors," King swore under his breath. He placed a hand on his forehead and groaned again. "Yeah, no. That… That makes sense."
He grit his teeth. How could he have forgotten something as crucial as getting vaporized? A dull throb pinched between his eyes at the stinging memory. King rubbed small circles into his forehead to try and relieve the oncoming tension headache.
"-would that be alright, King? … King?"
"What?" King snapped and then immediately cringed at the loudness.The relief from the painkillers hadn't kicked in yet and the added ache of his head was making King's already short temper, even shorter. Purple, to their credit, didn't flinch at the harsh tone. Instead, they held his gaze for a second before speaking again.
"Would it be okay if I helped bandage your burns?" Purple asked.
King did a double take, Purple's question causing all previous irritation to be replaced with confusion. Did Purple just ask if they could help bandage him?
"What? Why?" The bewilderment was clear in his voice.
"I know you can take care of yourself, and that includes taking care of your own injuries, but," Purple brought their hand to their chest, their voice soft and steady. "Applying the burn ointment to the middle of your shoulder blades and also having to bandage it would be difficult to do by yourself."
"Not impossible," they quickly added. "But it would be difficult. If I can help in any way, then I want to. I really do."
They spoke with such sincerity that King had no doubt they were genuine. He blinked, slowly turning their gaze from Purple to look at medicine surrounding them. The younger stick had brought all of this to help him. Not only that, for the past hour, they were trying to make sure King was okay and healthy. They didn't seem like they were doing this out of spite or to get something from him. Despite all of his previous assumptions, they're doing this because they want to help him.
Oh. They actually care.
King swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat.
"King? Are you okay?" Purple asked hesitantly.
King waved a hand and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I mean, yes. Yes to both. I'm okay and yes. Yes, I would like you to help me."
Purple stared silently at him before a small smile lit their face and they nodded. Without saying a word, they grabbed a small tube with a fire icon on it and shuffled forward. King could feel Purple's presence as they sat behind him and he could hear them breaking the seal off of the burn ointment. He tensed for a second as Purple placed their fingers along his shoulder blades.
The cool feeling of the ointment felt heavenly on his skin. King didn't realize how tight his upper back and shoulder were until Purple started gently applying the medicine to it. They worked silently, only speaking up to apologize whenever King would tense as they passed over a particularly tender spot.
When the younger of the two finished, they asked King to pass them the gauze pads and roll of bandages. King reached over and placed the items into Purple's outstretched hands.
"Thank you," Purple readjusted their position behind King and started unwrapping the roll. The orange stick sat up a little straighter as they felt hands hold the gauze in place. If Purple was going through all this trouble to help him, he didn't want to accidentally mess up the bandages by slouching.
Just like before, Purple was gentle as they wrapped the bandages around King's torso, occasionally pausing to ask if anything was too tight or uncomfortable. King shook his head. He couldn't remember the last time someone looked after him with this level of care and detail. In his own experience, he only really saw something similar when he himself would take care of any injuries Gold would accrue in their many hours of playing.
It was… nice. A lot nicer than King expected and after a minute, he found himself relaxing under Purple's light touches. He glanced downwards to watch as purple hands passed the roll of bandages across his shoulders and chest.
King sighed contently.
He was about to focus his gaze elsewhere when something caught his eye.
Was there something… wrong with Purple's hands?
Maybe it was because their movement was messing with his vision but King could almost swear they looked… uneven. It was as if the solid color of skin that most stick figures were known for, was streaked with dark patches and lines. King frowned. He tucked his chin to his chest to get a better look, but no sooner than he did, Purple pulled away.
"Alright, I think you're all good now!" Purple announced. They pulled slightly on the bandages to check that they were secure at the back before they shuffled forward so that they and King were face to face. Again, Purple reached towards the bandages wrapped around King's chest and checked to make sure they were in place.
"Everything looks secure," Purple stated and started retracting their hands. "If anything's too tight or uncomfortable, just let me know and I-"
"Wait-"
Purple jolted as King caught their wrist. With wide eyes they stared at King whose gaze was instead focused on the arm held in his grasp.
King flipped it over, his frown deepening the closer he looked down at the purple limb before him. It wasn't a trick of the light. Spiderwebbed across their palms, streaked across their wrists, and branched across their forearms, were the same pixelated mess of electrical burns that arched along his own back. The scars were slightly darker in color and blended well within the surrounding skin. If it wasn't for the fact that King was watching their hands so closely, he doubted he would have even seen it.
King bit back a curse. Of course. Of course Purple would also have these burns. They were exposed to the white light of the staff for much longer than he was and if he had burns, then it would only make sense if Purple did as well. He was so focused on his own injuries he didn't even stop to think if Purple had their own. King swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat from guilt. He should have checked on them first.
Concerned eyes trailed up Purple's arms, searching for any more injuries. There was nothing major along their biceps but then he saw it. Stretched across their chest was a burn so large, King mentally cursed himself for not noticing it sooner. The edges were lighter in color than the usual purple skin and as it went to the center of the injury, it transitioned into the same dark color of Purple's other burns. With how big and smooth the transitions between the injury and the surrounding skin were, from a distance it looked like Purple's chest just had a shadow cast on it. But up close? Although it was subtle, King could see the edges.
The guilt swirled into a dark pit in the orange stick's gut. The burns along their hand and arms were no doubt the result of getting disintegrated from the staff, King had his own set of pixel burns to prove it, but the injury to Purple's chest. That…
That was all King's doing.
-The staff buzzed with a power infinitely more alive than the command block ever felt. King floated higher, a determined smile splayed across his face. This was it. This was what he spent the last year of blood, sweat, and tears working for. He was so close. The smile on his face twitched at the edges into something more maniacal. He was going to burn everything to the ground-Something, or rather someone grabbed his staff. King snarled and stared down into the face of Purple. The younger stick looked up at him hopefully, their hands clasped around the staff. Anger rose in his chest. How dare this fool try to take what was his. How dare they try to stop him. With one hand, King pushed the purple stick figure away from the staff. A look of confusion flashed on their face before they lunged forward again. King stopped them, holding them by the head as they flailed, still trying to grab at the staff. Anger and disgust grew and with one fell swoop, he brought the staff down. Crackling black electricity connected with the younger stick's chest and Purple-
Purple yanked their hand from King's grasp. King startled, eyes blinking from the memory. The purple stick figure scrambled back and stared at him with a guarded expression. One hand was curled protectively over the other in front of their chest.
A silence passed, then two, then three before King spoke.
"Purple…"
"I'm fine," they cut him off. "Don't worry about me."
King frowned. "You're not fine. This-"
He swept a hand towards Purple for emphasis but immediately dropped it when the younger stick flinched.
"This…" He said a little softer. "This is not fine."
Purple cringed, choosing instead to stare at the floor. King continued.
"Your injuries, did you know you had them?"
"Yes. I looked at them before coming here."
King's frown deepened. "Before you came here? Why haven't you taken care of them yet?"
They mumbled something that was too quiet for King to make out.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Purple's lips curled into a scowl. They spoke again, this time loud enough for King to hear.
"Didn't want to waste supplies."
The orange stick shook his head, confusion clear on his face. "Waste supplies? What do you mean waste? What were you trying to save them for?"
Purple didn't say anything. Instead their eyes flickered to his face. Or more specifically, their eyes met his gaze before lowering to linger on his bandaged cheek.
For a moment, King stared confused before the realization hit and he recoiled.
"Purple," A mix of disbelief and horror in his voice. "No. I don't… I didn't need all this. You didn't need to do that."
They scoffed. "Of course I did. I'm here to help you. How am I supposed to do that if I don't have enough supplies?"
"Enough supplies? You have enough!" King said, dumbfounded. "You have enough bandages to wrap a horse!"
"You don't know that," snapped Purple. They fidgeted in their spot in clear agitation.
King threw his hands up. The frustration clear in his voice.
"I can damn well guess from the pile you dumped out!"
He gestured towards Purple. "You have more than enough to look after your own injuries!"
Purple's eyes flashed. "And what if I end up using too much?"
"Then you use too much! Big deal! That's not the problem here!" King exclaimed.
He didn't get it. How could Purple waste their time and resources on the person who quite literally was the one who caused them harm in the first place and still try to justify why they were right for ignoring their own injuries? It didn't make sense. Purple cares, it's obvious that they do, but King didn't deserve this level of dedication. Not this much. Not at the expense of Purple's own well-being.
A realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. Every action Purple had done for King up until this point, recontextualized themselves within his mind.
Purple was helping him.
Purple was only helping him.
"If you've been putting me first in everything you do…" he slowly asked. Purple stared at him wide-eyed, on edge from King's disconcerted tone. "Were you ever going to take care of yourself?"
"Yes!" they said quickly.
"When?"
"When I'm done helping you!"
"And when would that be?"
Purple's mouth shut with a click. Their face scrunched in shame as their gaze fell to the floor. Right. Of course Purple didn't know. It all depended on how fast King's injuries healed. King let out an exasperated sigh, bringing a hand to rub at his temple again.
He was no expert in mental health but even he could tell this seemingly compulsive need to help even at the expense of their own wellbeing, was probably not healthy. Unfortunately, this sort of thing was not something King wanted nor was equipped to dissect at this moment, so he mentally filed it away for later. Something he could do right now was help Purple.
"Alright. We're going to take care of your injuries," King said matter-of-factly.
Purple's head snapped up in surprise. "What? No! We don't need to-"
But King cut them off with a wave of his hand. "You said you wanted to help me? Well, you can help me by making sure you're taken care of first."
Purple grit their teeth. Conflicting emotions played on their face at the older stick's words. "King, this isn't really necessary. I'm okay-"
"If you don't, then you can consider yourself done and you can leave."
For a second, King wanted to retract his ultimatum at Purple's horrified expression but he held firm.
Was this underhanded? Yes
Was this taking advantage of Purple's obsessive desire to help? Probably.
But if this is what it takes to make sure Purple takes care of themself? Then so be it.
If they want to be stubborn, then they'll get stubbornness back.
Purple looked like they wanted to scream. They bit their lip, stopping themself from saying anything as numerous expressions passed across their face. Finally, a look of neutral defeat settled and they sighed.
"Alright." Purple said quietly and they reached forward to pull the burn ointment and bandage roll onto their lap.
A silence filled the house as King watched Purple diligently tend to their injured hands. It was methodical, almost mechanical in the way they quickly and efficiently applied ointment to the patches of pixel scars. Prior experience, indeed.
King filed that thought away with the rest as Purple began carefully wrapping their hands. He squinted. Purple was using the same roll of bandages that King used to wrap his body. Judging by the thinness of it, it was almost out. Luckily, there were more bandage rolls set out on the blanket.
Sure enough, by the time Purple was done wrapping their hands, the roll was practically finished. Purple set the tube on the ground and King quickly snapped up another roll of bandages before they could grab it. Purple eyes blinked in confusion as they stared questioningly into orange.
"I can help bandage your chest. You said it yourself that wrapping that area can be difficult to do on your own," King explained. Purple frowned, somewhat shocked at having their own words used against them. They didn't say anything, so King continued.
"It's the least I could do since I was the one who gave you that injury."
Purple opened their mouth to protest but was cut off as King kept going.
"Plus, think of it as me repaying the favor. Since you helped bandage my back earlier. It's only fair that I help bandage you too."
The younger stick didn't respond right away. Their brows scrunched while a contemplative look adorned their expression. After a second, they slowly nodded.
"Okay."
And King let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"But before the bandages get placed," Purple interjected, they fidgeted for a second before plucking the bruise cream from the blanket. They held it out towards King. "My shoulders… I got some bruises from when my elytra was yanked. Could you…?"
King carefully took the tube from Purple's hand. "Of course. I'll get your shoulders and you can get your chest?"
The younger stick figure nodded, reaching over to grab the burn ointment and an application pad. Then they turned so their back faced King. The orange stick shuffled closer to get a better look. Mirrored on either side of their shoulder expanse, were a cluster of bruises. King could picture where the elytra straps met skin and winced in sympathy at the force it must have taken to leave these marks.
He worked meticulously on the shoulder muscles of Purple's back, taking extra care when applying the bruise cream. When Purple signaled they were done applying the burn ointment to their chest, King started wrapping with the gauze and bandages. It was almost nostalgic in a way. Back when Gold was younger, they'd always get into wild scrapes while playing in the backyard and he'd tend to their injuries in much the same manner. Granted, Purple was a much more behaved patient, having barely moved an inch since King started. Gold on the other hand, always had the tendency to shift around when they got too antsy.
It wasn't until Purple gave a small stuttering gasp, did King snap out of his thoughts. Purple still had their back to him but small tremors shook their chest as they hastily brought a hand to their face.
Immediately, King released his hold and backed away.
"Shit- Purple. Did I hurt you? Were the bandages too tight?"
The younger stick didn't turn around. Instead they let out a wet chuckle and used the bandage on their wrist to wipe at their eyes.
"No, they're fine. Really good even," Purple replied, voice thick with emotion. They shook their head wistfully. "I just… I almost forgot how nice it feels to have someone else take care of my injuries."
Without looking, Purple grasped the end of the bandage that had been released in King's haste, and pulled it taut over their shoulder, carefully tying it off at their bicep. Sighing once more, they stood up and stretched, slightly grimacing at the pull of the bandages. Then, Purple turned and offered a hand out to King, who sat frozen in his spot.
Purple's slightly red rimmed eyes crinkled in tired amusement. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
King stared dumbly at the outstretched hand. A second passed, then two, then three. He blinked slowly, his gaze moving from Purple's hand to their face and back, all the while his brain tried to catch up. Without thinking, King lifted a hand and allowed Purple to pull him up.
The smile Purple gave him was warm and thoughtful, and King tightened the grip between their hands. Purple didn't seem to mind the action if the returning squeeze was anything to go by. With their free hand, they picked up the pink tote and together, they made their way to King's kitchen.
King's kitchen was small. Wall and base cabinets lined the back wall opposite the doorway creating a countertop. It extended towards the right until it was interrupted by a 4 burner gas stove. Next to it, the countertop continued until a standard sized refrigerator capped it off about two-thirds of the way into the room. Opposite of the back wall was a sink and dishwashing machine combo and more counter space made up of base cabinets. A microwave and toaster sat on these counters. Near the end of the room was a circular wooden table with two chairs stacked off to the side by an almost full trash can. On the far wall were two doors, one an actual door that opened into the pantry and the other, an open doorway that led into another room that held the door to the backyard. Said backyard could be seen through the window that sat opposite to the table along the back wall.
A calendar hung next to the doorway that connected the kitchen to the main room and King glanced at its messy array of crossed out days as Purple led them towards the dining table. In the time it took to get from the main room to here, King had composed himself. He had never expected to see Purple cry, even if it was just a few stray tears, and he decided that he never wanted to see that again. He filed away that thought along with the comment Purple made regarding them.
Instead, King focused on gathering the chairs from their stacked position when Purple released their hands and veered off towards the microwave. It's been a while since King had sat at this table and even longer since a second person sat at it. About 3 or 4 months into his research, King made the decision to eat his meals out in the main room instead of in here. If asked, he would say it was for practicality. By eating his meals out in the main room, King could continue his research without interruption. Though King knew the real reason was the memories that plagued him when he sat alone at the table.
Once the chairs were set, King turned back to watch Purple. Said stick figure had placed their tote on the countertop and had pulled a medium sized plastic container from it. Popping off its lid, Purple placed it into the microwave and shut the door. The mechanical whrrrr of the machine filled the kitchen air.
"So the thing you brought," King said, catching Purple's attention. "What kind of plates do you need?"
Purple glanced at King before turning back towards the microwave. "Bowls. Oh and spoons if you got any."
King nodded and moved towards one of his upper cabinets. As he passed by his sink he cringed at the sight of it half filled with unwashed dishes. Opening the cabinet doors, he let out a sigh of relief as he spotted two clean bowls sitting stacked on the shelf. With the bowls in one hand, King used his other hand to pull open the top drawer of the base cabinet to retrieve two spoons. He placed those spoons in the bowls and briefly nodded again at Purple as he made his way back to the table. Once there, he separated the bowls and spoons out on the table and sat down.
When the microwave dinged, Purple carefully gathered the now warmed container and carried it to the table. With a spoon, they scooped out what looked to be a type of rice porridge with bits of shredded chicken out into the bowls. After filling one, they handed it off to King and poured the rest into their own.
King narrowed his eyes. While his bowl was nearly full to the top, Purple's was only about a fourth of the way filled. Silently, King pushed his bowl back towards Purple and shot them a disapproving look. The younger stick pursed their lips, face scrunching in annoyance.
Purple's mouth opened to say something, no doubt to try and justify the discrepancy but it shut at King's expectant expression. The orange stick figure pushed his bowl further across the table till it rested next to Purple's. They stared incredulously, gaze going from the bowls to King and back. In return, King just raised an eyebrow and nodded.
After a moment, Purple let out an indignant huff and picked up King's bowl. With their spoon, they scooped bits of food into their own bowl until they were both even. They set King's bowl back down on the table and shot him a look.
"There, are you happy now?" Purple said, exasperated.
"Very," King replied, cheerfully retrieving his bowl while Purple huffed again and sat down.
Plucking his spoon from the table, King mixed his bowl's contents. The food within was an off-white color and had a consistency a bit like thick soup. It looked similar to oatmeal but instead of oats and berries, it was made out of rice and chicken. King swirled the food one more time, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Purple was watching him, and spooned the rice porridge into his mouth.
A burst of flavor hit his tongue. The rice porridge was salty and savory, with ginger, garlic, and lemon accenting the chicken taste. Maybe it was the fact that he'd never tasted this before or maybe it was because he was already starving, but regardless, it was delicious. King's eyes widened before diving in for more.
He was only a few bites in when a muffled chuckle interrupted his flow. With a spoon raised midway to his mouth, King blinked and shot a look in the direction of the sound. Purple had a hand up to their mouth, obviously hiding their amused grin.
Heat rushed to King's face in embarrassment. He had completely forgotten that Purple was sitting across the table. They probably thought he was an absolute pig. Hesitantly, King weathered a glance at Purple and was surprised to find the younger stick didn't look disgusted by him at all. In fact, they were staring at him with a soft expression.
A second passed, then two, then three, before King faked a cough into his fist, drawing Purple out of their thoughts.
"It's, uh, it's really good," King stammered awkwardly, holding up the bowl like he was raising a toast. Purple blinked before their face broke out into a bright smile.
"Then let's eat!" They said as they lifted their own bowl and clinked it against his.
King couldn't help but smile in return. He nodded and the two of them enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence.
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[ID: A series of Helluva Boss screenshots with tumblr posts edited on:
Image 1: Blitz and (human disguise) Loona in season 1, episode 3: Spring Broken, shown from over Loona’s shoulder as Blitz walks away from her with his arms crossed, clearly upset
Near Blitz is a post by tumblr user oxypill, which reads: my bad didn’t mean 2 attach myself 2 u like an abandoned dog
Image 2: Blitz in season 2, episode 9: Apology Tour, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table, wearing his fuckboi smile and pretending to examine his nails; in the scene, although he doesn’t appear in the screenshot, Blitz is talking to Stolas in this scene
Near Blitz is a post by deactivated tumblr user superstarrrrrgirl, which reads: you can’t fix me but you could fuck me. so
Image 3: Blitz and Stolas in season 2, episode 8: Full Moon, when Blitz reacted to Stolas’s confession by assuming it was roleplay; Blitz is winking and smiling, while Stolas sits stunned, mouth agape
Near Stolas is a post by deactivated tumblr user aimematch-archive, which reads: well this social situation isn’t going the way i acted it out in the shower
Image 4: Blitz in season 2, episode 9: Apology Tour, looking awkward and caught off guard; although he doesn’t appear in the screenshot, Blitz is talking to Stolas in this scene
Near Blitz is a post by tumblr user friedpunster, which reads: i have two sides: clown (intentional) and clown (unintentional)
Image 5: Blitz in season 1, episode 7: Ozzie’s, face to face with Jesse, the bouncer at Ozzie’s, trying to flirt his way into the club
Near Blitz is a post by tumblr user dumbest-bb, which reads: Always hump the boot that kicks you or whatever they say
Image 6: Blitz and Stolas in season 2, episode 1: The Circus, while Blitz “seduces” Stolas as a ruse to get the grimoire; Blitz is on top of Stolas; Stolas’s head is turned 180 degrees and Blitz is covering his mouth; Stolas is smiling and appears to be having a good time, meanwhile, Blitz is scowling
Near Stolas is a post by tumblr user psychot1c, which reads: sex that feels like a murder attempt
Image 7: Blitz, (human disguise) Loona, and (human disguise) Vortex, in season 1, episode 3: Spring Broken, shown from over Vortex’s shoulder; Loona is smiling shyly at Vortex; Blitz is hunched over with both fists clenched, glaring at Vortex
Near Blitz is a twitter post by donald boat (@/laserboat999), which reads: (pulling you aside) Don’t ever act jubilant around the hoes [caps] ever [end caps] again
Image 8: Stolas and Stella in season 1, episode 2: Loo Loo Land, lying in bed together during the flashback when child Octavia calls for them after waking up from a nightmare; Stella is hogging the blanket, curled in on herself with her eyes closed; Stolas has his head turned towards her, eyes heavy with sleep, one open, one closed
Near Stella is a post by tumblr user worldfather, which reads: i am aware of the problems. however. i would rather be comfy in my bed. goodnight.
Image 9: Blitz in season 2, episode 9: Apology Tour, making his way through the crowd at the Anti-Blitzo Party, making a snide remark over his shoulder
Near Blitz is a post by tumblr user kinzvillepark, which reads: bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior
Image 10: Stolas in season 2, episode 9: Apology Tour, sitting in a lawn chair, taking a break from reading to side-eye Blitz (offscreen); Stolas is wearing a robe, partially open, revealing his chest fluff
Near Stolas is a post by tumblr user cowardlycowboys, which reads: sorry I was looking at my own boobs what were you saying // End ID]
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My Programmable Roommate - Part 2
My Programmable Roommate - https://mjcwrites.net/books/my-programmable-roommate
Part 2
Over the next couple of days Alex was extremely cautious with Jake and his implant, restricting his command and control over Jake to simple "Simon says" orders. Nothing too drastic though. Basically, making him take his clothes off as soon as he gets home, or making Jake sleep naked with him.
But there were two additional applications installed onto Jake's implant when it was jailbroken. Memory Manipulator Pro, and God Mode.
It didn't take much searching for him to find out some more information about both the Memory Manipulator Pro app as well as God Mode:
::: warn Memory Manipulator Pro is a user-friendly and intuitive app to add, edit, and delete a target's long-term memory engrams. It has no effect on a target's short-term, or working memory.
:::
::: info God Mode provides a near total control over a target's biological, emotional, psychological, and cognitive processes; as well as a target's physiological and behavioral states, and more.
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«Nobody should have that power,» he thought to himself.
Indeed. With Memory Manipulator Pro Alex could very easily implant false memories into Jake's mind or erase entire events from his past.
The dangers for misuse were truly astounding. People could be framed into committing crimes or believing that they did, or perhaps if they saw a crime to have the entire event wiped from their mind.
On the positive side, someone who experiences a truly horrific and traumatic event could have the event erased from their consciousness aiding in their recovery or enhancing their enjoyment of life.
It is mind control in its most fundamental form. After all everything that we — that makes us what we are — is a sum of our experiences and memories.
But if that weren't bad enough, God Mode promised to be fucking insane.
With the push of a button an attacker could make their target instantly unconscious or even induce a coma.
Think of how devastating this would be if one were to say ... target someone doing something inherently dangerous that needed their full attention and concentration?
You could stop someone from breathing... override their apnea reflex and suffocate them. Or use Simon Says to force someone to dive into a pool and use God Mode to force them to breathe-in the water and drown.
Murder? Suicide? Does it matter?
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Alex was alone on the couch watching a movie when the door to the apartment suddenly flew open.
"Alex!" Jake screamed as he stormed into the apartment. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he demanded.
He stammered to his feet. "Jake? What's wrong?" Partly knowing probably what Jake was referring to.
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Jake screamed at him. "You've done something to me!"
He stepped back and retreated a few steps from Jake's towering figure quickly approaching him. "Honestly I don't know what you're talking about!" he pleaded. "What's going on?"
"How about the fact that whenever somebody tells me 'Simon says...' that I have to do whatever the fuck they say!"
"Oh that," he said with a sigh.
"Goddamnit Alex, I want you to fix—"
"Simon says freeze, Jake. You're now a mannequin." Just like that Jake immediately froze in-place and completely stopped moving. His mouth still agape, and his arms still outstretched in anger.
Alex carefully approached him, still not 100% trusting Jake's implant to wield so much control over him and his body, but as he approached, he could see Jake truly was not moving.
He was still breathing. So at least he hadn't killed his friend and his roommate, but as he poked, pinched, prodded, and even copped a feel inside his pants but got no reaction from him whatsoever.
Finally, he activated the flashlight on his phone and shone it in his eyes. Jake's pupils were clearly fixed and dilated. He wasn't even blinking.
"What the fuck am I going to do now?" he said out loud to himself.
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With Jake immobilized for the time being, Alex pulled out his laptop and connected it up to his roommate's implant.
"Fuck," he said apprehensively, launching the Memory Manipulator application. This will be the first time using the utility on Jake.
When the program launched a warning message was displayed cautioning him not to delete or alter too many memories, and to be careful of which memories were removed or changed. He also discovered that the newer memories were the easiest ones to purge.
"Excellent," he thought to himself. Jake had only been gone several hours, so he figured the easiest thing would be to delete all of Jake's memories since he left the house. "Hopefully that'll be enough."
When he clicked Apply, a progress bar crept across the screen, purging any new memory engrams Jake's mind had created within the last five hours. He figured this was the absolute safest measure since it basically rolled-back the clock in Jake's mind and reset it to right before he left.
Now, with Jake's recent memories wiped from his mind, Alex took on the next task, configuring the Simon Says application to only respond to him which was something he should have done as soon as he gained access to Jake's implant.
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Unlike the Memory Manipulator application, the Simon Says application was much more basic and utilitarian. Just a simple config file to edit, followed by a reboot of Jake's implant:
{ "application": { "name": "Simon Says", "version": "1.0.0" }, "parameters": { "strength_of_suggestibility": { "level": 1.0 }, "blacklist": [ "self-harm" ], "active_settings": { "date": { "start": NULL, "end": NULL }, "time": { "start": NULL, "end": NULL }, "geographic_location": { "enabled": false, "allowed_areas": [ { "type": "any", "name": "any" } ], "restricted_areas": [ { "type": NULL, "name": NULL } ] } }, "user_settings": { "allowed_users": [ { "name": "Alex Danvers", "relationship": [ "roommate", "friend" ], "authorization_level": 10 } ], "max_users": 5, "user_recognition": { "facial_recognition": true, "voice_recognition": true } } } }
With that out of the way Jake will no longer be susceptible to anyone else accidentally (or intentionally) giving him a Simon Says order and making Alex the only one who can.
"Alright Jake, let's see if this isn't a little better," he said. "Jake, Simon says you are human again."
And just like that Jake came back to life. Albeit slightly worse for wear.
"W-what happened?" he asked, moving his jaw around and blinking rapidly to lubricate his very dry eyes.
"I dunno," Alex said. "Why?"
"Something very weird just happened to me."
"You're imagining things," he said. "Why don't you have a seat and relax for a bit."
Jake paused and looked at him for a moment, sending his heart racing. Does he know? Does he suspect?
"Yeah, thanks," was all that he could muster. Jake didn't say much for a few minutes. He just sat on the chair and looked outside the window.
"Can I get you anything?" Alex asked him, as he got up from his seat to go to the kitchen.
"Mind getting me a glass of water?" Jake replied.
"Not at all."
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Later that evening, Alex wanted to check out the new bar on 11th. He knocked on Jake's door, expecting to hear the familiar sounds of his friend immersed in a game. When he opened the door, he found Jake sprawled on his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"Hey," he said, immediately noticing Jake's quiet demeanor.
"Hey."
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess," Jake replied. His eyes were distant and unfocused.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
Jake sat up slowly. "I don't feel right," he said. "Hard to explain, but I feel weird."
"Like how?" Alex asked, leaning against the doorway for support.
He sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Honestly? It feels like I’m losing my grip on everything. Like my mind is playing tricks on me."
Alex's expression softened. "That sounds rough. Maybe you need a diversion. A distraction?"
Jake hesitated, then nodded slightly. "Yeah, maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, how about we check out that new bar on 11th?"
"Pass," replied Jake. "I really don't feel like going out tonight."
But Alex was not willing to take no for an answer. "Jake, Simon says get dressed, because we're going out tonight and you're going to have some fun."
On-command and on-cue, Jake got up from his bed and started to shed the clothes he was wearing to put on something more appropriate for going out with Alex that evening.
"Simon says wear your black leather short-shorts, your black leather vest, and black leather boots that you sometimes wear." Alex continued. "And don't forget your cock ring, too."
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It was a warm summer's evening as Alex and Jake made their way up Piedmont. The smell of food and people wafted about. Across the street there were two stray dogs fucking in front of someone's house.
Jake, now wearing a black leather vest over his bare chest and his black leather shorts, didn't say much as they walked together to the bar.
As they passed 10th Alex had a final bit of instruction for Jake. "Jake, Simon says I want you to have a good time. Dance... flirt... drink... even fuck if you want, but for the rest of the evening all your troubles and all your cares will be gone."
And as they approached Glitch & Glam's Circuit Breakers, the new gay bar that just recently opened on 11th, Jake had a smile on his face. "Let's do this," he said.
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The bar was in what used to be a parking garage. Parking garages were a long-lost relic of a bygone era. Since the advent of flying cars and robo-taxis, most of the old garages were demolished to make room for new buildings, but a few remained.
This one, located between 10th and 11th street, just east of Piedmont, was completely enclosed and turned into the space that it is today.
Glitch & Glam's Circuit Breakers is a gay bar owned and run by the synthetic-human power couple Glitch McGee and Glam Fabulous. There are five levels for dancing, mingling, drinking, and more. There are also plenty of nooks and crannies for patrons to explore their sexuality and themselves.
Inside the music and bass from the club's sound system drowned out people's thoughts and conversations as they made their way inside. It was pretty crowded. There were a wide assortment of humans, synths, and augments all milling about. Some were dancing. Some were drinking. Some were fucking.
Several of the bar patrons gravitated towards Jake as they entered and for the first time that day Jake seemed to start to genuinely relax and enjoy the attention he was receiving.
Alex left Jake, who looked like he was finally enjoying himself, and headed upstairs. There he ran into a close friend from high school, Eric Waters, whom he hadn't seen in years.
"Eric!" Alex exclaimed as he ran up to his friend from school.
"Danvers!" Eric said. "How the hell have you been?"
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The two spent the next hour or so catching up on old times and dishing dirt and spilling tea on their mutual friends, acquaintances, and even a few of their enemies.
Alex learned that only a week after graduation Eric was in a serious jet bike accident which destroyed over 80% of his body and resulted in his skull and spinal cord being ripped out of his body.
"I'm a walking augment," he told Alex.
"You look amazing," Alex told him sincerely.
"Thanks! The marvels of medical science and a dad that works for Siemins Cybernetics."
The extent of Eric's accident finally hit Alex. "Wait, so if your skull and spinal cord were ripped out of your body does that mean your body is 100% cybernetic? Is there anything organic left?"
"Not really," he said. "I'm pretty much an android now, I just tell people I'm a walking augment because some people get weirded out when they find I'm no longer human."
"Fuck."
"Yeah," he said. "But on the bright side I've got some amazing upgrades if you want to try them out sometime."
"Oh?"
Eric shot him a wry smile.
"Oh!"
He and Eric exchanged numbers with promises of hooking up, and potentially hooking up, but it was getting late and Alex wanted to check on Jake.
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Downstairs, on the ground level of Circuit Breakers, Alex found Jake sitting on a couch with his shorts down to his ankles, and his cock getting sucked off by a cute femboy twink.
Alex sat down next to him.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked Jake.
"Yes," he said. "This was a good suggestion."
"I'm glad," Alex said as he watched the twink quietly work on Jake's massive cock. "Jake? How many blow jobs have you had tonight?"
"This is my fourth," he replied matter-of-factly. "Which is interesting considering I'm not gay."
Alex shot him a look of disbelief. "What do you mean you're not gay?"
"You assumed I was gay because I take care of my body and because I have a large penis, but I am not gay."
Alex leaned in and whispered in Jake's ear. "Simon says you are now."
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#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer

#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer
Psalm 119 145I call with all my heart — answer me, O LORD; I will keep Your laws (choq). 146As I call You, save me; I will follow the truths (edah) You wrote. 147I was up before dawn calling for help I wait for You to keep Your promise (dabar). 148I'm wide awake throughout the night watches to study Your word (imrah). 149Since You love me, listen to me calling; according to Your justice (mishpat), O LORD, give me a new life. 150Those who pursue vice have come near; they are far from Your teaching (torah). 151You are near, O LORD, and all Your commandments (mitsvah) are true. 152Long ago I learned from the truths (edah) You wrote that You established them forever.
This section of the psalm has as its theme calling upon the LORD for salvation. It is the topic of verses 145-149. The parallel topic of those verses is waiting on the LORD to save. The psalmist calls with all of his heart, all his inmost being. If he turns to the LORD this way, he expects an answer. He makes a vow to keep His laws. I can relate. It seems to be natural to make this sort of vow when we need something for the LORD. We certainly are sincere when we say this. I don't know how seriously the LORD takes us knowing our fallen nature. The next verse is similar in nature. His petition is in the nature to be saved. We don't know what he seeks to be from or from who though they may be the people in verse 150 or himself in verse 149. There is again a vow to follow all of the LORD's truths.
Obviously he is troubled by something. He cannot sleep. Certainly you can relate. I can relate. Sometimes we may involve ourselves in more destructive behavior when we cannot sleep. Perhaps we should follow the psalmist actions here. When he cannot sleep, he calls upon the LORD and waits on Him. He studies God's word when he cannot sleep. This is a good time to have owned your own hymnal. When you can't sleep you can pray compline, matins, lauds or some form of a vigil. The main thing is we focus on the LORD, His promises, His ways and to wait on Him to fix our problem and not act out of fear.
He is obviously relying on the LORD's own words that He loves the psalmist. We too should rely on His promise of steadfast love. Based on His promise of steadfast love (Hebrew-chesed, Greek-eleos). I find it interesting that eleos-mercy is the word for chesed rather than agape. It is the LORD's covenant love toward us. According to the LORD's justice he seeks a new life. The LORD's justice revives us. Where do we see this? We see this on the cross where the LORD executed the justice we deserve for our sins and places them on Jesus who bears our guilt and our punishment for us. The shedding of His blood makes atonement and a propitiation so we may have new life through faith in Him.
His enemies have drawn near to him though they are far from the LORD's teachings. It would seem they are the source of his problems. So he confesses the LORD is near to him. Greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world (1 Jn 4:4). Because the LORD dwells in us and has made us His temple, what should we fear of wicked men who come against us. They may kill the flesh but they cannot kill the soul. They may try to pressure us to abandon the mitsvah and edah, the commandments and truths of the LORD, but we fear the LORD who can destroy both body and soul in hell (Matt. 10:28).
Many of us have heard and were taught the truths of the LORD from birth. Such is the case with the psalmist. Even if we are a late comer, we can still confess with the psalmist the LORD's ways are fixed. His moral law, His judgments, as well as His mercy, kindness and steadfast love as well as His discipline remain forever and we can depend upon it.
Merciful God and Father, listen when we cry to you. Give us Your grace so we may do Your will and obey you. For the sake of Your Son Jesus Christ, give us new life and reign in our hearts and our minds. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.
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