#Also ''somehow that doesn't surprise me'' makes it seem like she knew what was coming but not necessarily from 1st hand experience ig?

[todd-machine]

Time to soft-release original rot into the ecosystem

[undertheorangetree]

La Petite Mort (Ptolemaea)

Summary- Aemond has waited generations for this moment and he will not let it slip through his fingers.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ DDDNE. DUBCON. NSFW. Female reader. Dark Aemond. Blood. Gore. Kidnapping. Obsessive behaviour. Vampire mind control? Reincarnation. Biting. Vampire venom makes you horny. Fingering. Cunnilingus. P in V sex. Overstimulation. Technically character death. This is unhinged.

Author’s Note- It’s a spooky season special and I’m so nervous about this one besties. I know that vampire Aemond is a whole thing but it’s a thing for a reason that’s just his vibe. This is darker than usual so plz read the warnings and read at your own risk. Also special thanks to @aegonx for beta-ing for me ilysm🫶🏼The rest is on AO3 link belowww

dividers by me lmao

She knows she's screwed when her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, but her phone battery dying all but confirms it.

Throwing it into the passenger seat with a guttural sigh, she drops her head into her hands and fights the urge to start crying in frustration. She knew that traveling at night was a bad idea but she had managed to talk herself out of her worries, convincing herself that she would be able to make good time with so few cars on the road. She regrets it now, stranded on the shoulder of some half abandoned backroad, no other people or cars in sight. The rain is coming down in buckets, heavy enough that she's surprised that it hasn't yet flooded the street, raindrops pounding on the roof of her car like a drum.

There isn't so much as a porch light back here. Nothing but heavy forest that makes her feel as if she is lost in time and she is sure the longer she is alone, the more likely her mind is to play tricks on her.

She flicks on her hazard lights as she tries to decide what best to do. Staying in her car seems unsafe somehow, stuck on the shoulder of the road beside a corner. Though the street is empty now, another car will show up at some point and she can already see the inevitable car crash in her mind's eye. But leaving the safety of her car seems just as bad.

She doesn't know what's in the surrounding woods and with visibility as bad as it is now, with the rain coming down and the moon just barely able to provide some semblance of light, there is no truly safe option.

There are no nearby homes. No other cars. No payphones or a way to charge her own phone. She is completely and hopelessly stuck.

Though she knows it's pointless, she still reaches for her phone, holding down on the power button in vain. The empty battery graphic flashes up at her, the charging cable beneath it feeling almost mocking now and grunts angrily, throwing it to the side again. But just as she is about to resign herself to a night of sleeping in her car until morning, there is a flash of headlights in her rearview mirror. She pokes her head up, eyebrows furrowed as she turns and watches a car slow until their window is equal to hers, the glass rolling down.

A man's face greets her, one that seems to be about her age. His face is contorted with vague concern as he looks at her, an eyepatch concealing a third of his face. He has a kind of air about him, regal and almost ethereal to the point where it's almost unsettling. It's nearly otherworldly in a way that almost feels... wrong.

Looking at him, she feels a primal lurch in her stomach, as if the man before her isn't quite right. It's no wonder she feels that way, with his near flawless skin and silver hair that must cost a fortune to dye. That's likely no problem, with how expensive his car looks. She thinks it must cost at least four times her own but she's thankful for just how ancient her car is now, rolling the manual crank until there is a large enough crack for her to speak, the rain immediately splattering inside and wetting both her door and face.

"Car trouble?" he asks and she forces a polite smile despite her irritation at her predicament.

"Unfortunately. Do you know if there's a gas station nearby?"

She had already been to a gas station this evening, less than an hour ago. Though her car had shown no signs of betrayal when she had been filling her gas tank, she thinks that it may be too far to walk to now.

The concern on his face morphs into sympathy. "None that will be open so late. Do you know what's wrong with it?"

She gives a frustrated shake of her head. "No idea. It was completely fine and then it just started sputtering and crapped out."

"Have you called a tow truck yet?"

The question makes her pause. As polite as this man has been thus far, she has no interest in informing him that her phone is dead. And though he has given her no reason to think otherwise, his line of questioning is beginning to border on a few too many to be seen as simple concern for a stranger. She wants to believe that is all it is but he's looking at her a little too earnestly for her to ignore, his eyes following her every move as if the rain threatens to shield his view.

"Not yet. I was going to try some friends first, try to save some money. They don't live far from here so I shouldn't have to wait long."

That’s a boldfaced lie but he doesn’t need to know that.

"I wouldn't leave your car here for long if I were you," he warns, turning to look over his shoulder toward the corner. "It would be best to call a tow truck to really save yourself some money. You'll have a couple thousand in damages if you leave it here."

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[astupidweeb69]

hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

[vex91]

(G)I-DLE - Overprotective unnies

Pairing: (G)I-DLE x Female Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: (G)I-DLE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: idk if ur still in the mood to write for g-idle n idk if you want smut but, what if you made any concept (smut, fluff , angst , etc) w/ the members n reader being 6th member 😻? -

(coming frm a person who knows nothing ab g-idle except queencard n yuqi , soon n minnie 😞)

Summary: It was obvious that you were (G)I-DLE's precious baby that they cared about a lot so it wasn't a surprise when they always had an eye on you, especially to keep you away from guys.

A/N: I wanted to write something platonic so I hope it's alright😄

3rd's POV

The award shows were always an interesting experience for you. Not only you were able to watch your other fellow artists perform on stage, you had a chance to win some awards and thank your fans but also you could talk and make new friends there. The more stressful side of them were definitely stares from your older members, especially when you interacted with male idols.

In their eyes no one was deserving of you, every idol who approached you was always not good enough in their eyes and the fact that they thought you were too young to date didn't helped. You never understood that, being only one year younger that Shuhua you thought that you were old enough to make your own decisions about dating but not in your members eyes.

"Guys where is Y/N?" Soyeon looked around not being able to find you until Minnie pointed at in the direction of Stray Kids table that was close to theirs. Somehow you managed to sneak from them and to Stray Kids's table and now you were having fun singing with them. Soyeon also noticed how close Hyunjin seemed to be to you and she didn't liked that but unfortunately she couldn't do much from her position so she signaled to Yuqi to join you and the guys and keep an eye on you.

Yuqi did as she was told and soon she was next to you also singing to cover up the way she pulled you a little away from Hyunjin who seemed a little disappointed. After some time Hyunjin tried to hold your hand under the table but Yuqi did it before him causing you to give her a look that she pretended not to notice. You looked between her and your other members who kept glancing your way and it annoyed you. You loved them but it annoyed you how overprotective they were. You were an adult after all, you could handle yourself.

Soon your group won one of the main awards causing you to walk up to the stage to make a speech. When you were speaking camera showed Hyunjin watching you with a lovestruck expression on his face, noticing the camera he looked down embarrassed as his members laughed, patting his back. You smiled but from the corner of your eye you noticed the glares he got from your members.

After the show you made your members sit down as you glared at them "What was all that about?" You asked them, your voice clearly showing how serious you were. None of them looked you in the eye because no matter how much they denied it, you scared them sometimes. Taking initiative of talking for them Soyeon spoke up "We tried to save you from all the dating rumors but it's probably too late now" You looked at her with an expression that screamed that's a bullshit "We all know it wasn't that. You guys just wanted to prevent me from getting his number. Listen I love you guys but I'm an adult, I know what I'm doing. You need to trust me more when it came to dating" They all looked down as the guilt sank in, they knew you were right but they couldn't help it sometimes. You were always their baby and it was hard getting used to you being an adult.

With a smirk you turned around "Fortunately I did got his number" And with that sentence a hell broke loose as the members started groaning and complaining still not fond of the idea of you dating but they had no choice but to trust you.

Doesn't change the fact that if you get hurt, someone else will get hurt even more.

[blackopals-world]

Fem Onsen Owner!Yuu x Vil Schoenheit

Part 2 (part 1)

Summary- Vil barely survives with his dignity intact after his first appointment but he doesn't learn his lesson. Becoming a regular makes it hard to hold back. This time Yuu has her own ideas when she also struggles.

Warnings: R18, massaging, hand job, vaginal sex, clothed sex, dom!Vil

Vil has never had to swallow his pride. It was his best feature and isn't about to lose ground to some woman.

So why is he here again?!

The first time he showed up at this spa he barely keep his demeanor calm. After going in the spring, he practically begged her to skip the massage under the guise of not having time. Even then she wasn't finished. There was the facial, the essential oil hair treatment, the manicure, and the pedicure.

None of this was something Vil didn't expect. This was his normal spa day. What wasn't normal was her. Every moment she was there touching him, caressing him so gently. She would whisper in his ear, smile, and giggle while she praised him. It was as if she was his lover who knew everything about him, especially his body.

His heart couldn't take the way she would curl her hands in his hair and tell him how beautiful it was. Never in his life did he believe it as much as he did at that moment.

So he returned every week, sometimes twice. What else could he do?

"Miss Yuu is wearing a new dress. Must mean housewarden Vil is coming in." A Scarabia girl whispered.

"This late in the day? We close in a few hours. I wanted to at least take a dip before we leave." A mousy beastwoman responded.

"Relax, it's not like we have to serve him. Miss Yuu does all the hard work." The Scarabia girl said

"Honesty, I kind of want to serve him. The Miss won't even let us in the VIP rooms." A Pomefiore piped up. "I'm sure I could do just as well as her."

"Are you sure you can manage that? I've had several complaints about your attitude." Yuu said condescendingly as she stood behind the girls causing the mousy girl to squeak "I'm not shaming you, Andromeda. You've done well, all things considered, and we have clients who adore your personality."

Andromeda preened with pride as Yuu spoke.

"Unfortunately, I can't have you serving VIPs regardless. They require a bit a of discretion for one thing, and Vil is difficult to manage. If you make a rude comment or mess up any step you'd be liable to cause a blow-up. As the one here with the most experience, and the owner it's my responsibility to see he has a relaxing day." Yuu said stiffly before barking out " Now if you girls somehow don't have anything else to say. GET BACK TO WORK!"

The girl scrambled back to their stations as Yuu smoothed out her kimono. She double checked her hair to make sure the lotus she had fashioned in it was still there.

Yuu had taken to wearing one a few weeks ago when Vil placed one behind her ear. He seemed to have a fondness for the flower from the look in his eye and she aimed to please.

Yuu greeted her favorite customer at the entrance. As always Vil looked perfect. It was a shame that his makeup had to be removed along with his clothes and accessories.

"I know it's unexpected to schedule so late but I had a run in with Neige and would like to forget he exists for a while." Vil sighed with scorn.

"I will do my best to make sure you don't have to think about anything so annoying. I will take care of everything." Yuu cooed leading Vil to his usual room and gave him space to shower.

Yuu as always kept a tight ship so while Vil cleaned up she told her girls that there was no need to work late since Vil is the last customer of the day. She made sure they went back to the dorms in groups with leftover food in hand. She was tough on them but she adored them just as much.

She could handle Vil on her own just fine.

True to her word when Vil was dressed in only a towel hanging low around his waist she decided to surprise him.

"I added a massage table. I was hoping finally you'd let me work out the knots in your back." Yuu smiled eagerly as she lead Vil to sit on the table.

Vil felt a cold sweat go down his neck. He didn't know if he could take it. But saying no would be suspicious.

"Don't worry Vil. I know what I'm doing, just ask Jamil. He loves my massages." Yuu turned around to check the oil warmer for the right temperature.

Vil no longer felt conflicted.

He would forget that he wasn't the only person to receive Yuu's care, but the reminder stung. His imagination wasn't kind as he saw Yuu's body pressed against another's.

Jamil was Yuu's special case just like Vil. Hearing just how much that snake loves to be touched by her made his heart sink like a rock.

He chuffed in response before relenting. As long as he kept calm any unsightly outcomes will be mitigated.

She was right about her skills. She pressed into Vil's back with firm but gentle hands, he could feel his body give in with reluctant pops as the tension was released. Vil let out a satisfied sigh as she rubbed the stretched muscles on his back.

"Such a strong body. Exactly what I expect from my hard-working star." She purred from her position above him. She stroked Vil's sides from the the small of his back to his shoulder blades.

Vil breathed in the alluring smell of bergamot, mint, and Yuu's signature lotus sent. God, he loved that smell. Everything he smelled it flowing off of her he thought about every moment she enraptured him and held him close. Even if it was for work she never stopped treating him this well no matter where they were. It wasn't hard to imagine a world where they were more than just customer and owner but he guessed that was the appeal of such a place made to take worries away.

"OK, You can turn over and lay on your back now." Yuu said politely as she dismounted Vil's back.

As Yuu went back to the oil warmer to soak her hands Vil tried to turn but noticed that he was currently at half mass already. He tried to quickly hide it but Yuu was already back. She didn't notice as she gently pushed Vil's chest to lay him back down.

Vil hoped it wasn't that obvious and if he focused it would go down. If she caught onto his plight he would be mortified. But Vil must have underestimated his size, it was kind of hard to miss even if his "little" friend wasn't at full attention.

She noticed.

She stared wide eyed like she had encountered a being from another plane and was lost for words.

But then she giggled and looked at Vil's mortified expression. Her eyebrows furrowed and her goggles turned into a gentle sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry. It's a natural response. Don't be embarrassed by that. I'm just glad you enjoy it." Yuu soothed Vil as her hand reached over to caress his soft pink tinted face.

This was exactly what Vil feared. This was the part he hated. This woman had a talent for undressing him both physically and mentally and laying him bare to see. The way she found any vulnerability but instead of exposing it like an open gash, she would tend to it. Her warm and tender nature against his cold and sharpness was like tossing cold water over the burning rocks in the steam room.

She went back to work as she oild up Vil's chest. Her finger somehow went from massaging to caressing every detail of his body. Vil took very good care of himself. His muscles were defined but soft and his skin gave off a burning heat. Yuu was getting distracted.

She tried to regain focus, but she must have given a shameful display as she bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. She shouldn't have such thoughts! It was disrespectful to Vil-sama and he deserved better than that. She felt awful but at the same time, Vil was so beautiful.

She pushed forward and cleared her head as she moved downward. She had to finish with his legs and tried to ignore the soldier standing at full attention now under Vil's towel. She shouldn't look but she kind of needed to.

The two were both surprised as Yuu rubbed Vil's thigh her hand brushed against his strained length. Vil let out a gasp of air like he was in pain.

Yuu's ears instantly perked up she heard it. She never wanted to cause him any discomfort. It was her job to make him feel good.

"It must be difficult." She said her hand trailing across his thigh. "Poor thing. I should have been more thoughtful but I guess I don't understand how a man's body works. I can help if you want."

As she did this her hand drifted towards Vil's length and could feel it twitch as her hand wrapped around it.

Vil didn't remember his exact response other than a strained moan. He wasn't sure because once she touched him there he forgot all reason.

Still he believed his response was along the lines of "You were the one who caused this so take a bit of responsibility."

Either way, she fumbled to remove the towel that served as a barrier and slowly but clumsily began stroking him with her oiled hand. She seemed unsure of how much pressure was necessary as she listened for Vil's responses.

Yuu eventually found the pase that he liked and began jerking him in earnest. It felt so strange. Despite not being touched Yuu felt a wetness between her thighs. She felt so unlike herself, she wasn't usually like this. She was supposed to be dignified as the madame but now she was acting like a common Soapland prostitute giving happy endings. Somehow this distress didn't stop her as her desire to serve won over.

Her Kimono was too tight. She wanted to take it off so badly.

As she stoked Vil's cock she couldn't stop thinking about how thick it was and how it would feel. She wondered how I would feel if she just mounted him right now and ground it against her throbbing clit.

"So big." She lustily murmered as she spread the dripping precum around the head.

Vil couldn't take it anymore as he sat up and grabbed the hand that held him.

"Stop." He ordered as he removed her hand.

Yuu's felt a flash of fear in her as an icy chill ran through her vain.

"I-I'm sorry! I've never done this before." Yuu knew this was a bad idea. Now Vil probably thinks she's not only incompetent but also a harlot. What had gotten into her?

"Shut up." Vil said simply, too pint up to say it clearly. He needed her now. He needed to touch her.

He pulled her on top of him as she scrambled to keep up.

"Vil?" Yuu asked in shock.

"I don't want just some handjob. I think you can do better than that. You're proud of your 5-star service so I want 5 star quality treatment." Vil said pressing his body against hers.

Yuu blinked owlishly trying to find the words to respond. When she found none to convey she nodded. Her hand reached around to grab the knot of her obi and pulled it loose.

Vil felt smug at her reaction. She willingly submitted to his whims. She always gave so much and now he just wanted to take.

Vil pressed his face into the crook of her neck. The heady scent of lotus filled his senses. He had associated this scent with her. He had gone as far as filling his room with candles and incense with it so he didn't have to sleep without it. He could pretend for a moment that she was there every night. But candles couldn't compare to the real thing. Her's was more delicate. He knew it was because she didn't use perfume, the scent came from long spa baths where she would stain her skin with wine and flowers.

Vil pulled the loosened kimono open and ran his hands around the outline of her body.

"My beautiful lotus, you look better than I ever imagined." He whispered in her ear as his hand traveled to her breast and pulled down the wrap that covered her.

Her breasts were softer than Vil imagined, and he loved the way she leaned into his grasp.

"Good girl." Vil murmured as his other hand trailed up her thigh till it reached her lovely pair of lace panties. "Oh? What are there for? Are you expecting a special guest to relieve you of these?"

"I just like them. They look the part for a woman of notoriety, you of all people know that looking the part should encompass all layers." Yuu huffed.

"I'm sorry, Lotus. I was presumptuous and since you enjoy wearing them so much I'll let you keep them on." Vill smailed teasingly.

Yuu gave him a quizzical look before Vil answered by slipping his hand into her panties.

Yuu squeaked in response as Vil explored between her lips.

"You're b-bold." She stuttered already trembling as she held Vil's wrist.

"I've been patient, love. I didn't intend to act on it until you broke our little agreement to no massages." Vil scolded her "Oh my, you're soaking wet down here. Now I have two theories. You either took a dip in your precious spring or you had ulterior motives when you wanted to lay me down."

Yuu didn't look him in the eye.

Vil didn't like that as he roughly played with her clit and watched her squirm before stopping and pulling away.

"Wha? Don't! Vil!" Yuu whining at the loss of friction.

"I don't like games and it would be better for you to be honest." Vil firmly held Yuu's hip in place.

Yuu still couldn't say it. Her pride wouldn't allow it. She and Vil had that much in common.

"I see. If that's how it is we can just make it harder for you to get what you want. Now turn around." Vil ordered Yuu to switch positions so she sat reverse cowgirl. "You said you wanted to take care of me so finish what you started. Then we can see to whether I'll take care of you."

Yuu wrinkled her nose. Vil was a bit too bold and demanding. One rule of the Onsen was that she was in charge and when it comes to her costumer's treatments she called that shot. I'd didn't matter what they thought they wanted, she'd give them what they needed. Vil would be taken care of alright.

She rubbed her still oil-slicked hands down her inner thighs. She looked back at Vil and winked before pressing his cock firmly between her soft thighs.

"Fuck." Vil swore under his breath as his hands firmly pressed into her hips.

Yuu began giving Vil the massage of his life as she shifted her thighs up and down. The oil, and Vil's pre-cum made her thighs feel wet. Yuu took the chance to make her desires come true as she moved her panties to the side and began grinding against Vil's cock.

"It feels even bigger. Must be hard to hide this." Yuu teased.

Vil felt irritation bubble up but that was mostly caused by how overwhelmingly turned on he was.

He freed himself from the wet confines of her legs and pulled himself to his knees and pulled her to sit on all fours. Yuu yelped but compiled eagerly.

"You little minx. You really are too much."Vil said pulling the robes off her. "Let's finish our game."

Yuu could already feel her legs trembling as Vil entered her.

Vil bit his lip as he took in the feeling of Yuu's tight velvety pussy. Her beautiful whimpering moans sounded like music to his ears.

"I still never got my answer. Was this what you wanted the whole time?" Vil taunted as he began pounding into her.

"Mmn!" Her moans were indistinct.

"You can do better than that. I want an answer." Vil ordered sheathing his entire length snugly into her, grinding his hips as she cried out.

"I...d-didn't do iiIIITT on p-purpose." Her stutters turned into a yelp as Vil hit a vital spot.

"That's hard to believe." Vil wanted her to admit that she wanted this from the start.

"It's the truth!" Yuu cried her sexual haze fading slightly "I just wanted you to feel good. I got sick of hearing you talk about your regular masseuse when I can do just as good as her if not better. I work too hard to be second best!"

Jealousy. It was jealousy.

Yuu shifted so she could see Vil and lean into him.

"Don't go looking for someone else. You have me." Yuu begged.

Vil was speechless. He had never thought she'd care about something like that. Instead of a useless apology, he gave her a kiss. Her body went stiff for a moment before melting into his.

Vil had wanted this for so long. Her soft clear glossed lips against his.

The rest was a blur. He remembered the sound of her cries as he pinned her down with one of her legs over his shoulder. The feeling of relief when he finally came with her arms wrapped around him was indescribable.

He remembered that after she got her bearing she went right back to her usual self. Immediately she dragged Vil in his half consciousnes state and took him to the baths to clean up. Once they were both clean Yuu acted as through their little tryst didn't happen. She put on her robes again, tied her obi around her waist and scooped up the fallen lotus that had been in her hair. When she turned to Vil here eyes met his for a moment before being shifted to the floor. Her expression was of shame, resignation, and hope.

Vil finally understood her and what this all meant. Appearances were everything and she had worked too hard for their moment of weakness to get in the way of that. They both knew if this got out that the reputation of her and the Onsen would be doomed. Even if they loved one another or were dating assumptions would still be made. They had two options: Pretend this never happened or risk everything by keeping it a secret. Neither was appealing to them.

Yuu seemed to forgo the choices as she gestured for Vil to come to the hot spring and just like always she placed his head in her lap and stroked his hair as the scent of lotuses filled his senses.

"What will happen to us, my lotus? I can't get enough of you." Vil took one ohlf her hand and kissed her palm.

Yuu smiled letting her hands run across his body and kissing his cheek.

"We can relax, my queen. Here it's just us. We will forget the outside world for a while." Yuu soothed.

"And when we leave?" He asked.

"We'll wait until it is just us again. Our feelings will still be the same. Right? And I'm patient enough to wait for the right time." She answered.

(I finally got this out of my drafts and yall can stop asking for part two. It's here. Might write a fic with a different character coming to the springs. )

[steddieas-shegoes]

Another request idea! I was listening to What a Time To Be Alive by Fall Out Boy and the line "But, baby, please, I just need someone to hold me Even though you don't even know me" struck me as a particularly good steddie prompt. Maybe some hurt/comfort? Thanks for even reading this request!

Full disclosure: I never got really into FOB. I mean obviously love their classics. Anything that was on the radio I liked it just fine. But I did have to go listen and look up the lyrics for this one because just that line had me going feral with an idea. I've read a few fics where Steve and Eddie meet at a party, which honestly makes a lot of sense canonically. Eddie has the goods, parties need the goods, Steve threw a lot of parties. This is a slightly different take on that premise. It's a LOT of hurt, and a LOT of comfort. Steve is kind of pitiful actually, and I love that for him. Eddie's super into it too. Also tagged it light dom/sub because of nonsexual type things that happen while Eddie is comforting Steve. To me, since they didn't have a discussion about it and aren't in a relationship, it could just be seen as one dude kind of being a little pushy when taking care of another dude, but that tag doesn't exist so here we are. I hope this gets posted in time for you to cry in the school pick up line! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve should not have come to this party. Tommy always threw a huge one at the end of the year, right when his parents left for their anniversary vacation, and Steve always came.

But this year was the first year he hadn’t been invited by Tommy.

He really hadn’t been invited at all, but it was just common knowledge that it was happening here and now, so here he was.

No more crown, hanging onto his sanity by a thread, and his only friends were barely 13 years old.

Being a wallflower was a new thing for him.

He watches from the corner of the kitchen, sees the people he used to call friends getting drunk, getting high, dancing. It doesn’t seem fun anymore.

He’s glad that’s not him anymore.

So why does he feel like crying?

He holds it in, takes small sips of his beer, focusing on the bitter taste. He didn’t even like beer. Just drank it to maintain the King of Keg Stands crown

As the night drags on, it sinks in that he just doesn’t fit in this world anymore. It wasn’t made for him, he wasn’t made for it.

He didn’t really fit anywhere.

He choked back a sob, rushing out the back door of the house and down to the pond that Tommy and his dad fished out of.

No one ever went out here, too worried about bugs or snakes, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care right now.

His legs gave out when he reached the dock, his body sinking down to the wood below him as he felt tears fall down his face.

It wasn’t a panic attack, he’d had plenty of those, made it through plenty of them on his own. This was just sadness.

He was alone out here, not even the noise of the party to keep him company.

He was alone everywhere, really.

Sure, he had the kids. But they were kids. They hung out with him because he protected them, not because they thought of him as a friend.

His parents hadn’t been home in nearly six months, hadn’t called in two, didn’t even seem interested in the fact that he was graduating high school.

Nancy didn’t give him the time of day, nor should she after everything that happened.

The friends he grew up with, the friends he thought would be there for him, ended up being terrible.

“Shit, Harrington? Is that you?”

Steve sniffed.

He couldn’t be found like this, his reputation would suffer even more, somehow.

He wiped his eyes quickly, hoping that it was dark enough the other person wouldn’t see the movement.

“Uh, yep,” Steve managed to say after a deep breath, surprised that his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as he felt.

He turned around and saw Eddie Munson walking up the dock.

Everyone knew Eddie only got invited to these parties because he sold weed. Eddie himself only came to the parties because he knew he could make a killing just for showing up for an hour or two.

The only times he’d ever spoken to Eddie were to make sure he showed up for his own parties, offering him a tip of $20 just to come well-stocked.

He always came, never accepted the tip, and usually left a rolled joint in Steve’s room at the end of the party.

He didn’t think he did that for everyone, but he was too scared that it would stop if he asked.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just felt like fishing,” Steve responded, slapping his hand against his face as soon as he said it.

“With your bare hands in the dark?” Eddie snorted. “I will give you free weed for a year if you can manage to do that right now.”

Steve cracked a small smile.

“Make it free weed for life and I may consider hopping in and giving it a try.”

Eddie’s laugh filled the night, loud and full of life. Something Steve needed to hear.

But Eddie sobered quickly, watching as Steve looked down at his lap.

“Needed a break from the party?”

“Guess so.”

“It didn’t seem like you were doing much in there.”

Steve just shrugged, not sure how to explain without crying again.

But apparently Eddie wasn’t going to let him get away with that.

“Heard about you and Nancy, man. Sorry it didn’t work out,” Eddie said, nudging his shoulder with his hand.

He was really close, close enough for Steve to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was that awkward time between spring and summer, and the night was warm, but it still felt nice.

He hadn’t had someone so close to him on purpose in a long time. Maybe if he scooted an inch to the left, he would brush against Eddie’s hand just right and-

“Shit, you’re crying again,” Eddie said.

His hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve shivered at the contact.

He closed his eyes and realized that, yes, he was crying again.

Dammit.

Warm, strong arms were wrapping around him, pulling him tight against an equally warm, strong chest.

He let out a sob, his chest hurting with the effort it took to hold in as much noise as he could.

A hand was in his hair, fingers carefully running through the length of it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I got ya,” Eddie was saying quietly against the top of his head, his breath sending shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve couldn’t catch his breath. The way Eddie was holding him, talking to him, caring for him, it was more than he’d ever really had.

He knew he’d never see or talk to Eddie again, so why not embarrass himself?

“Match my breaths, Stevie,” Eddie calmly tried getting him to calm down.

And he could if he tried, he knew he could. He wasn’t having a panic attack, just a breakdown he’d been meaning to have for a year now. He needed to get it out.

“Look at me.”

Eddie’s tone was different now, deeper and difficult to ignore.

Steve looked at him, eyes wide, wet with tears still falling. His nose was running, he could feel it starting to drip, but Eddie was holding him tightly, and he couldn’t move his hands to try to wipe his face at all.

“Good boy.”

Steve shivered again. He blamed it on a chill in the air, but he knew that they both knew there was no chill in the air.

The air was humid, a rainstorm expected the next day keeping the environment around them stale and still.

“You can cry as much as you want, but you have to breathe. Understand?”

Steve nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“Better,” Eddie smiled, his face still showing concern, but relaxing when Steve started taking more frequent, slow breaths.

He felt less tears gather and fall the more breaths he took, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s smiling face.

“Doing better, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded, but he still felt the lingering loneliness, knew that when Eddie left him, he’d be back to square one.

“What’s got you so upset, huh?”

Steve shrugged, letting his head rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Did someone hurt you?”

What a loaded fucking question that was.

Yeah, a lot of people hurt Steve, for as long as he could remember, emotionally and physically.

But he wasn’t about to spill his guts to Eddie, even if he was being nice. He didn’t know the guy enough to start talking about his abandonment issues.

Eddie’s hands were running along his back, soft and then harder, soft again, then settled in his lower back.

His hands were big, bigger than Steve’s even, and his fingers were long. His splayed out hands covered all of Steve’s lower back area.

He felt covered, protected.

He didn’t want to get up.

“Steve, if someone hurt you, you need to tell someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but maybe your parents or the counselor.”

“Can’t tell my parents if they’re the ones who hurt me,” Steve spoke before realizing what he was saying.

It hit him so suddenly, he started to pull away, a small whimper leaving his body without his consent.

But Eddie wasn’t letting him go, tightened his arms around him and shushed him gently.

“Hey, stay with me. We don’t have to talk about it, let me just hold you a bit more.”

Steve gave in. He couldn’t understand why, or how, or what was running through his mind. He just knew the way Eddie was holding him made him feel whole for maybe the first time in his life.

He chased that feeling, sinking further into Eddie’s chest and letting the man rock him back and forth slowly.

Thinking went out the window as one of Eddie’s hands slowly brushed through his hair, then a finger slowly traced along his hairline, down his jaw, over his lips.

The whimper he let out now had nothing to do with being upset.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Eddie’s fingers froze, but only for a moment. Steve knew he’d never outright bullied Eddie, had probably been nicer to him than most of his friends had, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d never been particularly kind either.

His finger moved back along his lip, then up along his nose, then to his forehead. It was like he was trying to commit everything to memory, soaking every moment of this up because he didn’t think he’d have it again.

And maybe he wouldn’t.

But Steve wanted this to happen again when he wasn’t having a mental breakdown in Tommy’s backyard.

“Because sometimes there’s a lot more to people than what everyone sees and I think I see you a lot better than most people do. I don’t need you to explain anything to know you’re hurting and you don’t deserve to be.”

He said it like it was simple, like it made all the sense in the world for him to comfort him.

Maybe to him it did.

“But I was an asshole.”

“You were. But it doesn’t take a genius to see you aren’t anymore.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute, his fingers moving back to Steve’s hair and tugging gently so he had to pull away from his chest and look at him.

“The old Steve would have never even given me a chance to help. He also wouldn’t have been standing by the wall for a party like this or escaping to a secluded area to cry. The old Steve wouldn’t be looking at me like you are right now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you,” Eddie smiled.

He said it easily. Like saying it wouldn’t have made most other guys punch him immediately.

“And if I do?”

“You’ll have to ask nicely. You may be a changed man, but I do deserve some manners.”

Steve smiled at him, his charm replacing any lingering sadness.

“Oh? So if I were to lean in and kiss you that would be rude? I need to say please?”

Even in the dark, Steve could see Eddie blushing.

“I’m not stopping you,” Eddie finally said, voice strong despite the redness of his cheeks.

“So if I said please, you’d kiss me?” Steve asked as he inched closer, his breath hot against Eddie’s lips.

“If you said please, I’d do anything you wanted,” Eddie gasped out.

“Please kiss me,” Steve breathed out, his lips gently grazing against Eddie’s.

Eddie pushed forward the final centimeters, his lips warm and wet against Steve’s.

They both groaned into the kiss, Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s jaw to keep him there.

Steve moved so he could straddle Eddie’s lap, his hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders as he finally gained the higher ground.

He realized quickly he didn’t want it, not with Eddie.

He let out a whimper and Eddie pulled away for a moment, but only to smirk and nudge him back.

“This dock isn’t gonna collapse under us, is it?”

“Don’t know,” Steve supplied as he settled on his back, Eddie hovering over him.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

Eddie’s lips were back on his, demanding, but slow.

Minutes passed, maybe hours.

Steve felt safer than he ever had, here under Eddie, with every possibility that someone could find them eventually and not giving a shit about it.

Eddie would keep him safe.

He didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew that much.

No one who helped a known asshole when he was having a breakdown at a party would just leave him to be beat up for kissing a dude.

The way Eddie touched him, rough hands fluttering over any place his skin was visible, lips and tongue making new patterns against his own, it felt like Steve was being cherished, appreciated, loved.

If this was all he ever got, if this is all he ever felt and tasted of Eddie, he thinks it would be enough.

Or it wouldn’t and he would never feel like this again.

“You’re thinking too loud, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled against his lips.

“Just feels good,” Steve added, placing another kiss against his lips.

He could feel the shift, the way Eddie was slowing down, pulling away inch by inch.

It wasn’t enough.

Steve whimpered.

“Sh. It’s okay, Stevie. We’re just pausing for now,” Eddie moved back, kissing his forehead before there was too much space between them.

He heard voices in the distance, a reminder that the party was still happening and possibly wrapping up.

“Did you drive here?”

“I walked.”

“You walked?”

Eddie sounded upset.

“I’m only a street away. Not a long walk.”

“I’ll drive you back to yours. Walking this late after so many idiots have been drinking and plan to drive is dangerous.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a damsel in distress or whatever they’re called.”

“Ah, but you are. Crying alone outside in the dark, waiting for a big, strong man to come save you? My chariot awaits!” Eddie was helping him stand as he spoke, then bowed and gestured towards the road where his van must have been parked.

Steve couldn’t help the laugh he let out.

Yeah, maybe he was a damsel in distress. Maybe he would let Eddie rescue him.

Maybe he didn’t have to be so lonely, at least for tonight.

[platinumrosetail]

Thanks for having me, I think I'm a regular customer here now.

Yandere Seth x reader.

This came to me after watching Saint Seiya if you know me.

Notice: fem Reader, a young woman who is fascinated by stories of any mythology. Spend time listening to or reading myths. One day there is an Egyptian myth that tells a sad story about how Seth, god of war and the desert, falls in love with the eldest daughter of Osiris, the goddess of dawn. She was his second marriage, however for some reason she was murdered and Seth was left alone, condemned to wait for her for eternity. The reader loved this story and it made her sad. Some time later he goes to an Egyptology museum and the area of the Egyptian gods. Each one seems strangely familiar to him just as they are: Isis, Osiris, Anubis, Nephthys, Horus. When she sees the figure or images of Seth, she feels an inexplicable feeling of great affection, which almost makes her touch a wall with the image of Seth. She ignores all that and continues walking around the place. Then, for some reason, she feels watched. What will Seth do after finally finding his love?

Context: She is the reincarnation of Seth's wife.Extra detail: she doesn't remember anything about her past life (obviously hehe) and refuses to believe Seth, even wanting to escape, if you describe their encounter.

(Sorry for putting a lot of text, I think it's to give you more details and give you an idea, but if you want to add more things that come to mind, that's fine)Once again I thank you for serving me again.

Oooooh interesting! And you’re fine 😁

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere romantic characters, and others.

Character: Seth.

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You’re a female that is mythologist that specializes in Egypt mythology along with other myths but you have more interest in Egypt’s myth as you feel a strange familiarity with it like you’ve been through it before even though you weren’t even born at the time of when gods were more out and about.

You recently found something about the god of war and another goddess; goddess of dawn to be specific, who married each other after Nephthys and Seth broken up, apparently this goddess was the daughter of Isis and Osiris, and was eldsest of their kids, the goddess and Seth both fell in love and married but a tragedy happened and the goddess died, so the god of war waited for eternity for death to reunite with his love.

You also found this strangely familiar and sad which made you go into a deep dive into finding out more about the two but there wasn’t much for some reason even the name of the goddess isn’t anywhere to be found though probably isn’t a surprise as this is all back in ancient Egypt so some things could’ve been lost, stolen, or destroyed but you’re glad that you found this as you can look for it on your trip to a Egypt museum that you had planned for some time now so hopefully you can find at least something mentioning it there.

The time for you to go on that trip to the Egypt museum has finally come once you had everything you needed and wanted to bring with you so now you’re off to your destination, not noticing the look your driver was giving you as you were to busy looking out the window and looking at your phone time to time.

You have arrived to the hotel you’ll be staying and had everything delivered to your room you’d be staying in before deciding to just walk to the museum with the things you have in your bag.

You met up with the curator of the museum who was a young man about around your age who has red hair and red eyes, you were surprised that a man around your age would be a museum curator but you didn’t judge, you felt attracted to him and somehow get the feeling he’s someone you used to know but you knew you would’ve remembered someone with that red hair and those red eyes, you decided to ignore the feeling anyway as it could’ve been from seeing him on tv or something like that.

The young man left you alone after a few words and so you were off to the mythology section of the Egyptian museum. You encountered a wall depicting Osiris, Isis, Nephthys, Seth, the mysterious goddess of dawn, Horus, and Anubis. You stopped at where Seth is before gaining the feeling of wanting to put your hand on his part of the wall but decided against as you remembered that some museums if not all doesn’t allow people to touch the artifacts.

You started to get the feeling of being watched so you decided to move on to more of the sights in the museum, what you didn’t notice is that the curator had followed you and was hoping for you to touch the wall depicting Seth as that would’ve let you gain the past memories of your past life. Seth, who was previously disguised as your driver and is now disguised as the museum’s curator was opening to have you touch the wall depicting him and the others so you could have your past memories but now needs to find another way to do that as you decided to not do it in the end. Now that he has you he won’t let you go even if you now don’t feel the same and try to escape, he won’t let you not again, after all this time you won’t get murdered by your jealous father again cause he and the others are now dead because of him.

(A/n: hope you like it and what I decided to add in!! 😁 I had fun making this plus while writing this all I thought about was the movie ‘night at the museum’ lol 😂, anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[zoeykallus]

Hello! Hope I can explain this suggestion well lol

What if the Bad Batch ship’s nose art was of Jedi!Reader ? What would be reader’s reaction to it? I would have been so flattered XD

Aloha!

Oh I like this one! :))

The Bad Batch x Jedi!Fem!Reader Oneshot - A Work Of Art

It was not uncommon for clones to decorate their ships with drawings of their heroes or personalities they considered beautiful. Similar to how some hung up a sexy calendar in their office. It was not necessarily encouraged, but not forbidden either.

The Bad Batch also had a drawing on the Marauder, quite large in fact. Of a good looking Jedi they admired. A Jedi they knew only by sight and had not really met in person. You.

Hunter stood next to the Marauder, along with the rest of his team, except for Tech, from whose hand the drawing had come after consultation with the rest of Clone Force 99. He was in the engine room making some final preparations while the rest waited outside for the Jedi who had been assigned to them for the next mission.

"Who's been assigned to us?" asked Wrecker impatiently.

Hunter shrugged, "I don't know, Skywalker isn't, Rex would have told me."

Crosshair chewed on his toothpick with a critical eye and said, "Some random Jedi general. Doesn't matter."

Echo, who had already discovered which Jedi it was, stared toward you with his heart pounding. He was eager to warn the others, but at the first moment he had swallowed his tongue when he saw you coming into the hangar.

Finally, he managed to get, "Oh boy," past his lips.

Hunter turned to him.

"What's the matter, Ech...oooh kriff."

Crosshair nearly swallowed his toothpick as he sucked in a startled breath and spat it out onto the floor.

"Ooooh," Wrecker growled, adding softly as he gently punched Crosshair's shoulder, "Guess it does matter after all."

The Sniper turned pale and his look was suddenly not at all serious but more like that of a frightened wild animal.

"Clone Force 99?"

"Yes, General!" said all in unison as if from the same mouth.

"I'm.... what is this?"

Your eyes fell on the huge picture of you that adorned the Marauder. You wore far less clothing than you did in real life and the pose you were drawn in was somewhat suggestive, but this was unmistakably you. Very true to detail and realistic at that.

A mixture of nervousness, shame and flattery made your pulse quicken for a moment. Hunter, who sensed it immediately, was about to break out in a small panic.

But you sought calm in the Force and found your center again.

With a small smile you said, "I see I am at a disadvantage. My new squad seems to already know me, but I only know a few rough details about you. We should change that."

Tech appeared on the ramp, as so often with his gaze on the holopad, he didn't take in his surroundings properly at first.

"I've got everything set up. We'll be ready to go as soon as our Jedi General shows up"

"She's already here," you said, amused.

Tech finally looked up in surprise and blinked. He seemed frozen at first, then you could see his ears and neck turning red.

"G-General," he greeted you, stammering, "Very pleased to make your acquaintance. We have heard nothing but good things about you."

"Who created this work of art?"

Tech swallowed hard, you could see it. He cleared his throat awkwardly before answering you.

"That would be me. After consulting with the rest of the team, though! It was a collaborative decision!"

"This is very good work" you said honestly "A little more raunchy than I would have chosen, but very well drawn"

Tech's ears turned even redder.

"Um... thank you very much"

You laughed softly and said to the group, "I can see you're all a little nervous about the painting. I know a lot of people do it that way. I've seen gunships with drawings of Senator Amidala, one with Shaak-Ti, and another with a more or less famous bar singer. I just never thought that someone would choose me as a subject for such a portrait. I'm... flattered... somehow."

Tech said softly, "You are a perfect subject for such a portrait. You are graceful, beautiful, exude strength and serenity, even from a distance"

He swallowed and didn't speak further when he realized how much he had just admitted.

"Anyway, I don't see a problem there. As long as no one complains about it", you said to ease the tension.

Wrecker was the first to lose all tension and chat with you as if you were old friends. A lively fellow.

After a few more exchanged words, everyone entered the Marauder. Only Crosshair hesitated. Echo stopped when he noticed that the Sniper was still quite pale.

"What's up? Are you coming?"

Crosshair looked distressed.

"Maker... I had a... indecent dream about her, just last night, and now she's here. What if she can somehow sense this through the Force?"

Echo laughed, "I'm sure you're not the only one of us. Just pull yourself together."

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[captain-mj]

Ghost comes from a Selkie family, he helps Tommy get away from a forced marriage with his drug dealer and helps him meet Mary (I think thats her name?) anyway, au where nobody dies. Ghost is freaking out cause Tommy is thinking of giving Mary his coat and he's worried his brother is gonna get taken advantage of. Cut to Soap calming him down, and making him think through this whole thing.

(Mary married Tommy and had Joseph, but Tommy didn't give her his coat because he willingly gave his drug dealer his coat (manipulation happened). Mary knows all this and understands, but Tommy wants to still give her his coat)

dhasalksla Sorry if that's a lot, I just kinda wanted to experiment with a Selkie!Ghost au. Do whatever you wish with this mess of thoughts -X

I left this in my inbox for a while because I really liked it, but never knew exactly where to go with it. I think I've decided how though and I know its late, but hope you see this and like it! oh, his wife's name in the comics is Beth so I used Mary for the drug dealer

Ghost remembered that day viscerally. Tommy had finally admitted to him that he had a problem. He had held on to him and through sobs told him that he didn't want to be an addict anymore. Simon had been insistent on helping him.

They had both sorely misunderstood how cruel Tommy's dealer would be. Unlike Jason, who Simon knew since childhood, this woman was new. Tommy trusted her. Had given her his coat after she had given him free coke. He admitted it wasn't smart, but he trusted her. Wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

First time Simon could remember pummeling a woman into the ground, but finding Tommy shaken and sick, forced to take things after he finally managed to stay sober a week, well. Gender doesn't matter very much then does it?

His only regret, to this day, was not killing her. But she went to jail and disappeared off the face of the earth and that was what was most important.

When Tommy asked to speak to him while he was on leave, he didn't think much of it. He assumed he was going to be begged to babysit (he'd do it willingly), pulled it some scheme for him to surprise Beth with something (he would tell her immediately and they'd pretend for Tommy's sake) or asked some other inane thing. Soap tagged along and he texted Tommy to ask if that was okay.

"Sure! He might be good actually."

Simon hummed. Something with fireworks maybe? Tommy knew Johnny was experienced with explosions.

They arrived early and still somehow arrived later than Tommy.

"Must be something big if you managed to not be late." Simon joked, sitting across from him.

Tommy smiled, though it seemed off. He really was the epitome of what people thought selkies would look like. Fair skin, blond hair, giant sad eyes. Personally, he didn't really see the 'mystically beautiful' part but maybe that was because he was his brother. According to Soap, Simon definitely looked better than any human, but he also believed that was just Soap flattering him.

"You okay?" Simon frowned.

"Yeah. Let's order first and then we'll talk." Tommy fiddled with the menu, sorta scratching at it.

Oh that didn't sound good. "Everything okay? Is Joseph alright?"

He laughed softly. "No, nothing like that Simon. Don't worry..." He tapped his fingers on the table. "I want to give Beth my coat."

The air left the room. Soap's hand was suddenly on his thighs, holding him tight as everything spiraled around them.

"Why?" Simon choked out.

"Because... I... I don't know. I still go to the sea sometimes. Seal out." Tommy grins at the stupid joke they'd been making since they were kids. "But... I want to trust her with this. For me."

"Did she ask? I swear if she pre-"

"Simon. I appreciate it. But no. Beth would... She's perfect, Simon. I've seen her touch it. I know she's felt the pull and she just... Wasn't even tempted. Just put it around me and told me she had cleaned it." Tommy looked so soft as he thought of it. "I want her to wear it. I want to share this part of myself. Its like you and Soap."

"Soap was an accident."

Johnny made an upset noise next to him.

"One I am very, very happy for, but I would've wanted some courting and I..."

Soap squeezed his hand. "I know, I know. Just teasing. But how is it any different for them?"

"What if we got it wrong? What if Beth is like... her?"

The silence stretches out. Johnny realizes he doesn't know something, eyes darting back and forth between them. Tommy decides to explain.

"Her name was Mary. Did some fucked up stuff after I gave her my coat. But Beth isn't like that."

"how do we know?"

"I guess we can't know for sure until she wears it." Johnny smiled at Tommy, clearly on his side.

Simon glared at him. The traitor.

"Exactly. I wanted to tell you before I did. Didn't want you freaking out."

"Fuck off."

"I'm serious!"

Ghost shook his head. "What if..."

"If she hurts me, I have you guys." Tommy answered softly.

Ghost looked miserable, going quiet.

Soap turned to Tommy. "He'll come around."

"No I won't."

"Simon." Soap hit his shoulder. "Anyway. If you think you want to do this, we'll support you. Just... maybe text us so we can conveniently come by and make sure everything is okay."

Tommy nodded. "Thanks Soap." He reached over and lightly hit his shoulder before getting up. "Love you, dude."

"Love you too Tommy..." Simon mumbled out.

His phone was set at top volume. When the text came a day later, he almost jumped out of his skin with desperation to go see them right now.

Soap grabbed his hand. "Love. Give them a little time, yeah?"

"But if she has it..."

"You trust Beth, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"She gave birth to Joseph and she's been nothing but a good parent to him. A good wife to Tommy. Right?"

"Yes..." Simon groaned. He did trust her. If it was his life on the line, his body, his sanity, he'd trust her. But it wasn't his. It was Tommy's and that was a lot harder to stomach.

Soap rubbed his back. "An hour and we'll visit, okay?"

Simon nodded, bouncing his leg. Johnny kissed his cheek, his lips, along his nose. He tried to distract him, but it was no use. Simon was wound up like a top.

When the hour passed, Johnny reluctantly let them both get dressed and go. Simon was a little calmer now. He hadn't gotten a frantic scared call from Tommy or Joseph and that must be a good sing.

The door to their home being locked wasn't. Simon almost flipped out before Johnny got a bobby pin out to pick it. Totally not suspicious at all.

They got in and Simon immediately relaxed.

Joseph, the little tyke, had his white coat on. Still baby fur. He had fallen asleep on the chair.

Beth was laying on Tommy's chest, the silvery shimmering coat around her. Both fast asleep as well. Tommy looked fine. Safe. A soft smile on his face.

They were all safe.

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Ghost. - part 4: Attention.

I suggest listening to Every Breath you Take by The Police reading this. It doesn't just go with the chapter, it's also an amazing tune.

Part 1 here - part 5 here.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

TVA, 2021.

"So basically, this is not a very clever character; the problem is that he's terribly fast. He jumps from one point of the timeline to another, and somehow… he wants to be found, I feel it, I just don't understand why," Lydia grabbed the fork and put a piece of apple pie in her mouth as she told Loki about her latest case.

There was something missing in the Lydia in front of Loki, but he couldn't figure out what it was, and it was driving him crazy.

This Lydia, despite sharing meals and sometimes a desk with him, didn't look at him the way she used to.

The Lydia he knew always had very strong expressions, a sharp tongue, a quick wit. While this Lydia was calm, often smiling at him sweetly, and always focused on her work. It was on her job that she poured all her energies and attentions.

Loki was beginning to not stand it anymore.

The Lydia he had in front of him was a colleague, engaged in finding the bad guy of the moment. For the Lydia he knew, he was the bad guy of the moment. All her energies were on him.

It was driving him crazy.

"In short, there must be a motive. He arrives, kills someone, and leaves," Lydia made some movements with her fork in the air, "it's stupid. He knows that this way, he creates a NEXUS event, and that we come for him, it's like he's shooting a huge firework, His actions... they make no sense."

"They don't have to"

Midgard, 2012.

On the rooftop of their hideout, the evening wind was stronger, and it slapped her face.

The stars weren't clearly visible due to the light pollution from nearby cities, but Lydia had to admit that they were much more visible than they were in New York.

"What are you doing out here?" Loki approached her from behind, but she didn't turn around.

"Don't you know that even prisoners are entitled to an hour of fresh air?"

"Is that what you consider yourself, Miss Princhett? A prisoner?" he joined her.

"And I'm not, am I?" she retorted.

"I don't see chains on your hands or feet," Loki raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her figure.

"And I suppose I should thank you for that," she smiled sarcastically.

Loki scoffed, turning his gaze to the panorama.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?"

"I'm admiring the stars," Lydia joined her hands behind her back, "and waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

She smiled. "Tell me, Loki of Asgard. Are the stars just as beautiful from your immense golden palace?"

"Oh, Asgard's sky is much, much brighter," Loki looked up "clear and full of constellations, except when Thor causes turbulence."

She smiled faintly. "Yes, I've heard stories about your brother."

"He's not my brother," he turned to her.

She nodded. "I'm adopted too. Having two moms, that wasn't much of a surprise," she smiled at him.

"But you never found out you're a blue giant. A monster from a story to scare children."

Lydia could feel Loki starting to grow nervous. That was him: he started from something small, mulled it over until it was loaded with emotions and turned it into a giant, then he couldn't contain it anymore, and it burst out, like a huge explosion.

"No, I didn't," Lydia took a deep breath. "It must have been very painful for you."

Loki turned to her.

The quiet was interrupted by a whistle, followed by a loud bang that culminated in a light in the sky, coming by the nearest city.

"What are those?"

"Fireworks," Lydia smiled slightly without looking away from the sky.

"And what are they for?" Loki furrowed his brows.

"For nothing, they're just beautiful," she shrugged.

Loki turned to her again. "They don't make sense."

Lydia returned his gaze. "They don't have to," she shrugged before going back staring at the sky, while Loki stared at her.

TVA, 2021.

"They don't have to," Loki muttered under his breath. Barely audible.

Lydia swallowed the entire piece of cake. "What did you say?"

He shook his head, looking at the girl with brown hair and a mouth covered in powdered sugar. "Nothing, I was thinking about something."

"No, no, wait. You said they don't have to."

He looked at her, furrowing his brows, and could see every gear in her mind spinning at high speed.

"The killing is a diversion! A distraction… it keeps our attention while the accomplice does something else."

Loki saw how her eyes beamed with light.

Lydia stabbed the fork into what remained of the cake. "Damn, Loki, you're a genius!" She got up from the table and grabbed the jacket from behind the chair. "See you later, I've got work to do."

Loki watched her rush towards the exit.

"I'll tell you how it ends!" She shouted before disappearing behind the café doors.

Loki waved his hand at the chaos Lydia had left behind before shifting his gaze towards the café windows.

He looked at his own reflection in the window and an idea came up his mind.

At the TVA, there were no starry skies, and certainly no fireworks, but luckly for him, Loki was a god. And a god's abilities know no limits.

Guys, thanks a lot for the support you've shown me, again feel free to leave a heart, a comment or to reblog, this really helps a lot. Part 5 will be posted around Thursday 02/15!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I wanted to know the reaction of singles receiving a drawing of them from the farmer

Honestly I thought the idea was cute

Not sure if this headcanon can be considered part of this headcanon, because when I read ask, I had an idea: what if singles get a drawing from the Farmer, but they don't draw very well (just like me in life 🥲). But I thought that the question was addressed as if the Farmer paint well and give portraits to bachelors. I hope I didn't make a mistake.

Anyway, thanks for your ask, anon! Enjoy!

SDV bachelorettes:

Abigail:

Wow, she looks badass! Abby remembers showing the Farmer her orc drawings the other day, but she had no idea that the Farmer could draw too! She received drawing of her, where she is holding a sword in a fighting pose... So cool! Hey, if they want, then Abigail doesn't mind posing for them with a sword so they can draw her better...💜

Haley:

Haley, due to her popularity, was used to receiving gifts from her many friends and admirers back in school, so she was not at first surprised when the Farmer decided to give her something too, even if just as a friend. But what Haley really did not expect was that the gift would be her portrait, painted in gouache, where she, with her sunny smile, would hold a bouquet of sunflowers. And the fact that the Farmer drew it themselves, and so beautifully... It's pretty rare for people to find Haley blushing, but it looks like the Farmer somehow managed to do it. She will buy an expensive and beautiful frame for this drawing, and put in her room. This gift is really special for her.

Penny:

Is this... Is this for her? Th-thank you! Penny is shy, but gratefully accepted Farmer's drawing. She saw herself in the drawing, sitting under a tree and reading a book peacefully. Such pleasant colors and shadows are chosen for the drawing, and all this is watercolor... How beautiful... God, Penny blushed so much that she hid her face in the book she was holding! Thank you very much Farmer. She will keep this gift as a treasure.

Leah:

They can draw too? Can Leah take a look? Oh, this drawing is for her? Thank you! Wow, excellent technique! Perfect outline, soft colors, beautiful background... Leah is proud of them and will say that they clearly have artistic talent. Then she will ask the Farmer if they learned to draw somewhere and offer to go to the forest together somehow. Near the lake there is a picturesque and quiet place where they could draw a beautiful forest landscape. They can take some food and even have a little picnic...

Maru:

Maru is a little surprised that the Farmer decided to give her a portrait, but she gratefully accepts the gift. She had no idea that the Farmer is such a creative person. Maru noticed how carefully and accurately the Farmer portrayed her, and she also had no idea that she looked so...beautiful? Well, Maru knew that in reality she was quite good looking, but she was drawn so beautifully... Oh my, it seems to be getting hot in the room. Probably the heat is coming from her new invention, yeah. Better to go outside, to fresh air, especially since there she can better see the picture. Maru will keep it in a secluded place, so as not to accidentally spill chemicals or burn it during her next experiment.

Emily:

Wow, is this a gift, for her? Thanks a lot Farmer! Oh, it's her portrait! The painting depicts Emily surrounded by exotic flowers, so beautiful! A kind aura emanates from this gift, and she can feel how much work and attention each stroke of paint has put into it. Ah, what a beautiful background, the same color as in her recent dream, where she dreamed about the Far- oh, no no, nothing. In general, Emily is very grateful for such a beautiful gift.

SDV bachelors:

Shane:

As usual, Shane was returning from work until he heard someone call him. Hmm? Oh, it's the Farmer. What do they want from Shane? What, a gift? What is this piece of paper? Wait, this is portrait of him. And actually... not bad portrait. Shane sincerely thinks that he is much better drawn than in reality. Uh, do they want something in return? No? They just give him a drawing? Heh, thanks. Shane doesn't know how to react to this. But he will keep the drawing, and away from the eyes of his aunt and goddaughter, otherwise they will start asking unnecessary questions.

Alex:

Oh, would you look at this. Alex is depicted here in the same way as in life: inflated, toned, with a beautiful hair styled. The Farmer portrayed Alex in all his glory almost perfectly. Well, almost, because he is so perfect that not a single canvas will portray the future athlete as well as he is in real life!... In fact, despite his pride, Alex is very flattered by such a nice gift from them. He'll make sure to make room among his box of trading cards and autographs from athletes to put Farmer's drawing in. This kind of work shouldn't go to waste.

Sam:

Wow, Sam looks like a real rock star in this picture! The Farmer drew him playing the guitar and standing on a stage very similar to the one where he and his band first performed in front of the public, such was an exciting moment for the young musician. Wait, they're giving him this drawing? Sam is beaming with happiness. He will definitely show Sebastian and Abigail later, and will praise the talented Farmer for such a gift for a long time.

Harvey:

Harvey is a bit confused when the Farmer hands him a portrait of Harvey himself. I mean, thanks Farmer for the drawing, but it's just... No one has given gifts like this, like... Harvey can't remember if there was even one case. The Farmer handed him the drawing and quickly ran off on their own business, leaving Harvey alone in his clinic. He did not think that the Farmer could draw so beautifully. The doctor looked at his portrait for a long time, until a visitor opened the door to the clinic. He quickly hid the portrait in a book, ignoring the visitor's question about why Harvey's cheeks are so pink.

Sebastian:

Sebastian sat in his room with the Farmer as they showed him their drawings. The Farmer recently told Sebby that they can draw, and he wanted to see, with permission, the sketches. This went on for about 10 minutes, until Sebastian stopped at a drawing with his image, and Farmer wanted to pull out this drawing from the entire list to give Sebastian as a gift. To say that Sebastian was surprised is an understatement. It was not the first time he was given drawings and art, the same Abby and Sam often handed fanarts of their favorite characters from video games and films to their emo friend. But his own portrait, and even so well drawn... Sebastian briefly thanked Farmer for the drawing. Maybe outwardly he does not express much emotions, but inside he is simply not himself with delight, because it's so cool.

Elliott:

Incredible! Elliott is surrounded by talented friends! Just yesterday, Leah showed him her new mahogany sculptures, and today he receives a beautiful oil painting as a gift from the Farmer. And this is his portrait, marvelous! Oh my.... Of course, Elliott always looks after his hair and clothes, always neat and well-groomed, but the Farmer portrayed him in the picture just like a real person of royal blood. He is very grateful to them for such a wonderful gift, because a handmade gift is a true act of friendship. Well, not only friendship... Now Elliott needs to figure out how to attach the portrait so that it does not fall off the wall of his little beach house.

[lolishdes]

❝…But Perhaps Someone else does?❞ || AlHaitham x Reader

✧A/N: Take note that this part is only considered as an alternative ending if some of you are not satisfied with the “He Loves me not” ending. Because originally YNs story ends with leaving Diluc and that's it, but since you don't like what that cheating bastard did, here you all go.

If some of you are interested in reading other thoughts I have about this story, please click here! Enjoy my loves!

✧Warning/s: Smut, mentions of bruises caused by Diluc

✧Synopsis: Your life seems to only get harder as you are going through your divorce. However a familiar face suddenly comes back to your life, his lingering touches and unforgettable memories start resurfacing. Should you really be dwelling in the past? 

✧Word Count: 6.2k words

Minors kindly don't interact!

You knew that things would only get ugly from here on out. Oh how you wish this divorce would go smoothly, for Diluc to just settle things as quickly as possible and agree to your terms but of-fucking-course he had to make things much more difficult than it should be. Who are you kidding, it's Diluc you're talking about here, should you really be surprised?

Despite the taunts and screaming you both did that one dreadful night, it seems he still isn't willing to let you go as his wife. You concluded it's perhaps some sense of embarrassment he feels as the public would soon find out his failed marriage, that although he seems to have it all, in the end he is just as flawed as everyone else. And just like many husbands before him, he brings shame to the marriage caused by his own folly.

After all, there's nothing more harmful to a man than when his ego is being hit.

But oh well, you have other things to worry about. He may be a bother but that doesn't stop you from living your life. You buried yourself with endless paperwork, spending hours in the office just so you could avoid ever giving a single thought about that red headed bastard… But deep down it's also because once you get back to your apartment no one awaits you. At least before there was someone, even though said someone was a fool, at least there was just someone there. 

Sadly there's consequences to this endless workload you have put on yourself. Having to neglect yourself, especially with the amount of sleep you've been getting. Fortunately Yelan is there to help you out. Whenever and wherever you need her, somehow she pops into your life and simply makes things a little more bearable. 

“Here, I bought some grilled chicken with salad at the sides, don't forget to eat them, alright?” Yelan places down the take out food on your desk, the smell wafts through your nose, enticing you to devour it as soon as possible. You smile at her kindness, she honestly didn't need to do all of this, using up her time and complaining nonstop was already enough. And yet here she is going the extra mile for you.

“What are you smiling for? Go eat your food, you rampant raccoon.” Yelan pushes the paper bag towards you as she jests. She's been calling you a raccoon for the past few weeks now, pointing out the obvious eye bags that are under your eyes. Though she calls you this in an affectionate way, it's her way of lightening up the mood. You roll your eyes at that and place the food out of the paper bag, setting it down and pushing your paperwork to the side. 

The food was still fresh and warm, satisfying the uncomfortable feeling of your stomach. While you start  eating Yelan sits on the chair opposite to you and combs her hair away, sighing dramatically. “So, what's the update on that jackass, huh? Still playing hard to please or what?” “Yeah, I can feel that he’s trying to prolong this whole thing, it's pathetic really. Can’t he see that the sooner he agrees to the divorce the sooner he can be with that homewrecker.”

You looked down at your food, irritation evident on your face. You stabbed a particular chicken piece with the plastic fork, putting a little extra force. You couldn't bring yourself to even say their names, it just leaves a bad taste in your mouth. 

Yelan frowns at your reaction, she places her hand on top of yours and rubs your hand in comfort. “Hey, let's talk about something else, alright? I heard that AlHaitham just came back, why don't you see him sometime?” Your body freezes at the name, it’s one you haven't heard in a while.

Yelan doesn't notice your reaction as she stands up from her seat and starts walking a bit around your office. “I’m sure you guys have things to catch up on. The guy probably misses you, well let’s hope he has time to see you. You know him, that damn casanova haha.” Yelan giggles to herself and your mind lingers a little more. Right, you've known Haitham for a while now…a while is a bit of an understatement thought. 

And it's true that you guys have things to catch up on. After all, after you got married he left Mondstadt and went back to his home country, Sumeru to become a lawyer. That was years ago with not a single word from him.

Yelan and you continue talking while you finish your meal. Yet even then Haitham’s name rings at the back of your mind. After you were left alone you continued on with your work until it was already evening. Since you've been sitting for a good few hours you stretched your body as it relaxes as a response. A satisfied sigh escapes you, you stand up from your seat and stare at the view behind you. Your office was located at the top of the building and behind you was glass, this enabled you to see the view of the city, it's a sight you're never tired of seeing. 

Your fingers touch the glass as you faintly see your reflection. Your thoughts roam back to what Yelan said a while ago, about visiting Haitham and catching up. You don't mind doing so, seeing a long time friend wouldn't be bad! But at the same time you're unsure. After all, you both left your relationship very…questionable and unsure. 

Leaning your forehead on the glass, your mind then remembers back to earlier memories of Haitham. You scoff just thinking about that night. 

–––––––––

You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable. 

You start to tremble, your hands clutching the grass behind you, trying to find any kind of support to keep you standing. Suddenly a hand gently grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to them, you slowly turn to the person…it was Haitham. Haitham rarely showed emotions on his face, but these were one of the rare times wherein he showed concern towards you.

You still haven't said a word yet tears were already falling down, your face scrunches up as you sob. “Hayi I–” You spoke in a whisper however you saw the way Haithams eyes were already planning something else. Haitham walks right past you however you pull him back. “I’m going to kill him.” “Haitham please no, let’s just go, okay?” He looked back at you, anger was evident on his face. “He can't just do this to you–” He cut himself off as he saw the state you were in. 

It just hurts seeing you like this. 

Without a word he pulls you close to him, hugging you while you rest your head on his chest. You sob as quietly as you can while Haitham gently combs your hair. He was practically hovering over you, as if hiding you away from the cause of your heartbreak. Both of you stayed like that for a while just so you could get your emotions out.

After a while Haitham drags you away from the scene and both of you scurry away from the venue, with the state you're in you couldn't possibly continue with the night. Your heart felt incredibly painful while walking, Haitham’s arm was still wrapped around your shoulder since you still haven't recovered a proper pacing to your steps.

He called Yelan to come find you two. Currently Haitham and you were waiting by the entrance for the car to come fetch you.  As soon as Yelan got the text she ran as fast as she could to you,  a worried look on her face as soon as she saw you were practically leaning on Haitham for support. You turn to her and tears immediately fall down once again, you give Yelan a big hug as you sobbed. You tried explaining to Yelan what happened, words were practically slurred and broken by your sniffling. 

Yelan panics a little by your state, she clearly doesn't understand anything you're saying but still tries to. When the car arrives she comes with you inside, the last thing you want right now is to be alone. As Haitham was about to shut the door he gave Yelan a serious look. “Take care of her for me, okay?” Yelan nodded and pulled you even closer to her side. “Of course, you don't have to tell me twice. You’ll handle the guests inside, right?” “Yeah I will, now go be safe.”

Soon the car left his vision as it got farther and farther. 

–––––––––

A frustrated sigh escapes you, your hand forms into a fist as you lightly bang on the glass. Fuck was that day a train wreck, you wonder why you didnt simply slap that man across the face when you had the chance. But you suppose you can't do anything now, back then you were still a fool in love, wallowing in your own sadness and pity. But not anymore, you've grown tired of all that. 

Your thoughts were then interrupted when suddenly the telephone on your desk rings. You immediately walk towards it and pick up to answer. “Yes Yanfei what is it?” “Ma'am some woman just barged right in, I told her to wait since you're busy but–” The door abruptly opens and reveals...Oh. 

Ah, this headache just never ceases does it? “It’s alright Yanfei, thank you for informing me.” You placed the phone back down as you stared back at the blonde in front of you, a look of irritation was all you gave her, not a single word was spoken for a while. Both of you just stood there, staring at one another in silence, daring the other to give in.

A pleasant smile was plastered on her face, but you know all too well there were thorns hidden within it. She lets out a frustrated sigh while looking away at you, she knows all too well what you're playing at and you showed no signs at talking first. She removes her black coat and drops it at a nearby couch. “You should teach that assistant of yours some manners.” “My employees are none of your business.” She simply raised her eyebrows and smiled at this,  a feisty one are you?

“You're not one for games are you, alright i'll go straight to the point.” She stands before you, confidence and sureness radiating from her. “I suggest you stop this petty war, this would only be a detriment to both of you.” You scoff at this, was this why she came? To comment about your divorce? Wow the nerve of this woman. 

“I never knew Diluc was this much of a coward, allowing you to talk on his behalf. Once you see him tell him I don't bite, yeah?” Jean's face suddenly cracks, her eyes furrow in anger. “Just think about it, divorcing him would only damage both of your reputations and the bonds of both of your families!” “So is that what Diluc wants to tell me? That he does'nt want this divorce because his fucking reputation is on the line, along with his fathers approval? He can flaunt his daddy issues and insecurities somewhere else.” You divert your attention towards your desk, you fix the paperwork and folders that are scattered around. You didn't want to give this woman the time nor day, the audacity really. 

Jean watches you and wasn't pleased by this. Her hands clutch into a fist, her patience was runner low. “You know what, I felt bad for you back then. You seem to really care about Diluc, but now I see who you truly are, no wonder why time and time again he chose to run back to me.” You stop what you were doing and suddenly grab Jeans collar, inching her close to you. You clutch on her collar hard, not letting her pull away as your face was close to hers. 

“You come to my office, disrespect my staff and now disrespect me? You really know no boundaries do you?” You release her, harshly pushing her off away from you. She stumbles back as she clutches the place you just grabbed. “Leave.” Jean huffs, anger and fear was both evident on her face. She grabs her coat and proceeds to slam your doors shut, a loud bang follows. 

Anger was still rising within you, could things get any worse? You slumped down and sat on your chair, you started to scratch your temples in frustration and rub your hand on your face. God you feel so messed up right now, you can't seem to catch a break. First it was Diluc and now it was his woman? As if Diluc wasn't a handful already. Tears of frustration fell down the corners of your eyes, you were just so angry so…tired.

Jean's words hit a nerve within you, sure you don't love Diluc anymore but that doesn't mean you aren't hurt by the very fact that you were betrayed. Betrayed not once but multiple times as well, and the craziest part was back then you simply allowed it, turning a blind eye every time. 

Fuck you felt to terrible right now, you just needed someone right now. You can't bear the suffocating silence of the office. You brought out your phone and was about to call Yelan, however your phone suddenly pops a notification, someone just texted you. The person didn't have a name, you clicked on the message and viewed their text, you half expected it's probably spam or some person trying to scam you.

Unknown: Hey, is this still your number? If it is then do you want to meet up? My doors are open for you, same place and passcode. See you here.

You immediately knew who messaged you. The dry and direct way of texting was already obvious who it was, its Haitham. You wipe the tears off your face and stare at the message for a while, contemplating whether to accept his offer or not. Holy shit you haven't seen him for a while and now he just wants to meet you back at his apartment like it's nothing? You don't know if its the fucked up feelings you have right now but you said screw it and start grabbing your things and head to your car. 

At this point what do you have to lose anyways? You started your car and drove off to the location, you knew where it was already. Hell, how could you forget? It's where you and Haitham used to spend many hours during your college days. Late night study hours, staying up at night to watch movies… and even find one another tangled up naked on each other's bodies under the bed sheets. 

Your relationship with Haitham was undefined. You were close, more than friends yet less than lovers type of thing. There was always that spark, that something between you two. Yet neither of you said anything nor pursued it, maybe it was for the best? You don't know. But all you knew is that back then you were fine with that dynamic. After all you guys were in college, fooling around and experimenting was what you guys did best. And both of you were the perfect match. 

But you suppose no fruitful relationship would bloom between you two, after all he was one who had a lot of casual sex with different women. That's a little bit of a surprise considering that he doesn't look the type, but oh well looks can be deceiving. Knowing that, you obviously wouldn't see him as boyfriend material, the heartbreak would not be worth it. And yet here you are heartbroken and driving off to meet him. 

–––––––––

Once you've arrived you parked your car, you were about to get out when you just remembered you looked like absolute shit right now. Black mascara smudged the corners of your eyes while dark circles were under your eyes. Thankfully you bring your beauty kit everywhere, you grab your necessities and head to the bathroom of the apartment building. 

You applied a fresh coat of mascara, eyeliner and lip tint on you. While those set into your skin and dry you combed your hair, praying to god they behave properly tonight. After that you sprayed yourself with perfume, letting every inch of your body be coated in the floral scent. As you look at the mirror you turn and look at every inch of yourself, alright you look decent at least, well it's the best that you can do. 

After one last look in the mirror you grabbed your things and headed up to his apartment. You took the elevator and tapped on the button to the highest floor where Haitham is. Mid way going up a pang of realization hits you. Oh my gods why are you assuming that Haitham was gonna fuck you? What if he just really wants to see you since it's been years? You groan and lean on the elevator walls, wow are you assuming things, you look like a fool right now. You're not even sure if he even likes you that way anymore! 

A ping rings as it indicates that you have already arrived. “Oh gooood.” You groan as you step out of the elevator. You know what fuck it, you’re already here might as well go through with the original plan. Once you've come face to face with his door you press down the passcode, and just as expected it worked. 

As you slowly opened the door you could see the living room of Haitham just a few feet away, a nostalgic feeling rises within you. Everything stayed the same, the same decorations, the same furniture arrangement… you can't help but miss it. 

“Haitham? Hello? Are you here?” You call out his name, you know he's here, it's just that you're making sure. You walk over to his kitchen, maybe he’s there? Nope, it was empty as well. Just then you heard footsteps behind you, without thinking of much you turned. “There you are, why didn't you answ– AHH!” You stumble back a bit from the sight, Haitham was drying his hair with a towel while being shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. “Stop making so much noise, I already told you I was waiting here.” 

You beg the archons above to help you, cause you're definitely not Barbatos’ strongest soldier. Haitham walks past you and goes into the kitchen and gets some drinks in the fridge. “Go sit on the couch, I'll join you in a bit.” You complied without a word and headed to the living room, you sat down and looked at your surroundings. Yup still left how you remember it was. Though that's only to be expected, Haitham was never one for redecorating anyways…

Haitham comes back and sets some beer down. “Are you not going to wear a shirt?” “I’m in the comfort of my home, I get to dress how I like.” “Well yeah, if you're alone but you have a guest right here.” Haitham shrugs at this and has a sly smirk on his face. “You're already used to it anyways.” He takes a gulp of his beer and walks to the other side of the couch you're sitting on. He’s putting some distance between you two. There was only silence for a while, Haitham took gulps and sips of his drink while looking at the windows, you on the other hand was awkwardly holding the beer with both of your hands. 

“So, how've you been? Heard you're some ruthless lawyer now, things seem to go smoothly for you.” “Hmm more or less, there's a lot of work to be had in Sumeru along with clients. I've been kept busy.” “That's good to hear, that's what you've always wanted, right? Your dreams are coming true.” You smile bitterly down the unopened can of beer you held, he moved on with life without you. Everything was going so right for him, and what about you? A fucking mess that’s what.

Haitham takes notice of your expression and asks a question himself. “And you? Are things going well on your end?” God you didn't want to lie to Haitham, but something within you wants to. Maybe it's because you don't want him to see you in such a wreck, to see you so vulnerable…to see you finally got your karma after being such a fool despite his warnings before. 

“T-things are great, of course! Yelan’s been coming to my office and been pretty busy with work too–”

“Bullshit.”

Haitham fully turned his body towards you, his eyes were staring right at you and a stern look was plastered on his face. Your eyes look away from him, shame and embarrassment on your face as you stop speaking. A sigh from Haitham follows, he places his can on the small table in front of him. “You're still a horrible liar until now.”

He moves to the other side of the couch where you are, you feel so small right now. All exposed like this, a complete mess both mentally and emotionally. As he inches closer you prepare yourself for Haitham's harsh words, though they may sting to hear, you know that they are nothing but the truth. 

However that did not come true. Instead, you felt warmth touch your face, his index finger glides on your left cheek swiping away some strands of hair in the process. You finally look at him, his face closer than ever. To your surprise he held a very soft expression, but that's not the only thing you notice. He has definitely matured and aged like fine wine, you can see some wrinkles under his eyes, his chin is more defined, and you can tell by the finger on your skin that his hands have gotten rougher. 

Fuck why are you thinking about all this? 

Why the hell do you know if his skin got rougher or every little thing that has changed on his face? Pathetic, that's what your brain is. 

“You haven't changed a bit, have you? With how you're acting you're definitely not helping your case.” A soft smile was on his face, his finger gently brushing your skin still. You gently swath his hand away from your face, what is he doing right now? Is he trying to be condescending? To mock you? 

Haitham sees your frown, you're really trying your hardest not to look at him, huh? “Hey, talk to me.” His voice was soft and his attention was all on you. Fuck all of this, you dont need this kind of embarrassment right now. “Haitham no, god It was a mistake to come here.” You stood up from the couch and headed straight to the door. Why in hell did you think this was a good idea, you should've known by now that impulsive choices wouldn't get you anywhere good. “Y/N hold on, listen to me please!” Haitham grabs a hold of your arm, rendering you unable to take another step.

But his grip wasn't painful…it wasn't painful like the way Diluc handled you that one night. Instead it felt as if he was trying his best not to hurt you yet still keeping you from leaving just yet. You turn to face him, releasing yourself from his grip in the process. “Fine, you want to talk, let's talk! My life is a mess Haitham, you were right that Diluc wasn't going to change and dammit I knew that too! Is that what you want to fucking hear form me? That you were right?” You finally release the anger swelling inside you, but fuck was it wrong to do all this. He doesn't deserve to be screamed at, damn was this a horrible way to reunite. 

Your chest heaves from anger yet even after you've shown such an ugly side of yourself Haitham’s face stays calm and gentle. “I'm just so tired right now Haitham, I feel terrible. I just want the pain to end.” You start wiping off some angry tears, there wasn't much to wipe away considering that you've been crying so many times already. 

Seeing this Haitham brings his arms closer to yours and embraces you in a warm hug. “Haitham what are you do–” “Shh don't speak.” And you followed him. Both of you stood there in silence once again, only the occasional sniffling from you can he heard while Haitham rubs your back in comfort. 

Haitham closes his eyes seeing the state that you're in. He can't believe he just left you all alone to fend for yourself. He out of all people should know what loneliness is like. And yet here he is, leaving Mondstadt where he knew your husband would keep hurting you time and time again. And right now you've reached your breaking point. 

–––––––––

He was kissing you so aggressively. Fuck its been a while since youve been intimate with him, and even after years later that fire within you still burns for him. Most of your clothes were torn off and both of you were left vulnerable. Haitham above you soaks in the sight, lays before him as you are left breathless and needy for his touch. Your legs were spread and lay between his hips, while you bit your finger to suppress some noises to escape your lips. 

Fuck do you look breathtaking right now.

Haitham thinks you've definitely become more beautiful over the years, your hips are more defined and you're more sensitive to touch. You look like you've been blessed by the gods themselves.

He starts kissing you again, capturing your lips with his, there was more tongue going on now. It was simply a natural reaction, whenever he gets too riled up he can't help but kiss you. His hands start fondling your chest, pinching and rubbing them to get those soft moans out of you and while he's doing that he's grinding his clothed cock on you. “Mm! Haitham!” “Shh I got you, honey” His fingers were replaced so this time his mouth was the one stimulating your gorgeous tits. His fingers were busy fondling your sweet pussy through your panties, making sure to tease it enough that you're getting wet. 

Once he hears your whines he finally gives you mercy and rips your panties off you. You could hear the fragile fabric tear off, you let out a soft groan and Haitham simply chuckled. “Sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new pair, yeah?” His fingers start rubbing your sensitive clit, rubbing it in circular motion before teasing your entrance. He always knew how to pleasure you, the right amount of pressure and time to put in each place of your body. Finally he puts a finger inside you and your back arches in pleasure, Haitham bites his lip at your reaction. 

That's it, succumb to the pleasure.

Once he sees that you're bucking your hips for more he pulls his finger out and slaps your sensitive cunny. You jump at that and moan out. “Tsk tsk so impatient.” All you can do is whine out while Haitham puts his finger back in, but this time he adds a second one. “Let me take care of you, pretty. So just lay there and feel good” His fingers thrust in and out of you, your hands find themselves clutching on his bedsheets. His pace starts to quicken and soon he finds the spot that has you quivering all over your body. You're moaning out to Haitham’s name while Haitham simply watches you in complete pleasure, god he misses hearing you like this.

“Haitham I’m going to cum!” 

“Go ahead, cum for me please.” 

You shut your eyes as you could feel the bundles within your stomach start to tear apart as you reach your climax. You slowly ride out your orgasm, his fingers leave you gently since you're still very sensitive down there. Haitham gets some tissues by the night stand and cleans his fingers, after that he takes a hold of your face. Your breathing was still a little uneven as you're still trying to calm down. “Are you alright? Want me to help you take a bath?” 

Wait…what? Bath? Was he already done?

You were suddenly out of your daze and sat up to look at Haitham. “...Bath? Wait, that was it?” Your eyes furrow in worry. Oh god you hope that wasn't it, that he just gave you some mind blowing orgasm out of pity? 

Haitham can see your panic, already making conclusions but he stops before you leave again. He cups your cheek. “Y/N, listen to me. I would love  more than anything to make love with you tonight, but I just can’t– fuck.” He stops himself from finishing as he rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes as if he's contemplating something. He sighs before continuing.

“I just don't want to take advantage of your feelings right now, that's the last thing that I want from this.”  You grab a hold of the back of Haitham’s neck and pull him into a kiss. Take advantage of your feelings? Fuck he was the one of the few good things that appeared during this  whole mess and he’s just going to back off now? 

You pull away from the kiss and look directly at his eyes. “You're not taking advantage of anything Haitham, in fact this, no, you are what I need right now. Now finish what you goddamn started.” Haithams eyes widened at your bold statement. There was not a speck of unsureness in your voice nor eyes. He pushes you back down and grabs a hold of your hips, he grinds his clothed cock on you, adding pleasure to your sensitive cunny. 

He then starts removing his boxers. Once his member was exposed you couldn't help but reach your foot out and rub him. You licked your lips as you could feel his hardness, Haitham can see your eagerness. “You really can't wait, can you?” “Nope, now get to it~” He wastes no time and starts pumping himself, after that he gently teases your entrance once again. You let out a whiney moan as a response, first it was his tip entering until his whole cock was inside. 

God you felt so full while Haitham was clenching his teeth at the tightness. Fuck your feel so warm too, its tempting to start thrusting inside you mercilessly. You could see that he was trying to hold himself back, you touch his face while your thumb rubs him gently. "Go get what you want, big guy, I'm not stopping you.” 

You don't need to tell him twice. Haitham pushes your legs closer to your body and has a strong grip at the back of your thighs. He starts thrusting into you, in this position he has complete control of your body while all you could do is take it for him. You start moaning out loud, oh god he really wasn't holding back, is he? Skin slapping echoes throughout the room, above you Haithams eyes were laces with pure lust for you.

Before until now you're still like a drug to him, he's always coming back for more even though he knows he should stop. He should stop because these unnecessary feelings within him should not exist. But fuck all that when you're here right now, you’re here running to him for comfort and vulnerability and not that bastard of a husband of yours. You chose him. 

He continues with the merciless pacing, he can see your eyes roll back from pleasure. Fuck, you were beautiful like this, under his bed, pleasured by his touch, and all vulnerable for only his eyes. He releases your thighs and brings them to his sides, then he flips you on your stomach. He starts thrusting inside you again, your feet were trashing to the sides however he uses his legs to cage them and render you more to his mercy. He whispers in a husky voice. “Don't run away, this is what you wanted, right?~” 

You could feel his balls slap your pussy while his cock kept thrusting inside you. Tears roll down your eyes in pleasure, holy fuck you were close. 

Just then your phone starts to light up and vibrate, your eyes shot open and was about to grab the phone to turn it off, however Haitham took it first and read the caller's name. It was Diluc, Haitham tsks at this however you have no idea who's calling.

“Haitham who is it–Ah!” You moan out as Haitham continues to thrust inside you but at a slower pace instead. “Don't worry, I’ll handle this myself.” He answers the call and brings the phone to his ear, he then leans his whole body on your back, making sure that you too can hear the voice at the other line.

“Y/N? We need to talk right now, what the hell did you do to Jean? I swear if you lay another finger on her–”

“Sorry but ah, Y/N is busy right now, aren't you pretty one?~” Haitham brings the phone close to your mouth and thrusts deep and hard, this gets a squeak out of you while loud slapping of skin can also be heard.

At the other line Diluc was fuming. “You're that Alhaitham guy, aren't you? Heh I knew you and her were–” Before he could finish Haitham ends the call and pushes the phone to the sides, his pacing does not stop and you were getting delirious from the pleasure.

You kept calling out to Haitham nonsensically, you don't even know why you're calling him out, you just kept doing it. Helplessly your hands reach out to the bed sheets and start to move away from Haitham, god the pleasure was getting too much that you don't know what to do. Haitham sees this and grabs you by the chin, his hot breath near your ear. “Don't run off now, come on just a little more.” Haitham’s eyes then linger down your neck, something has caught his eyes and brushes your hair to the sides.

There were bruises at the sides of your neck, but since they're at the back of your neck they were hidden by your hair, fuck why didn't he see this before? Haitham's eyes darken at the sight. “Did he do this to you?” “Haitham please I..” “Answer me, Y/N.” Tears fall down your eyes, Haitham sees this and starts kissing the tears away and slowly drags his lips down to the marks on your neck. “I'll deal with that bastard later.” 

Haitham continues to kiss gently on your neck while he thrusts himself animalistically into you, you both could feel your climaxes reaching. “Oh god Haitham im close!” “Call me how you used to call me.” You whine hearing this, he wants you to call him that nickname you gave him years ago?

“H-hayi! Hayi I’m close please make me cum, please!” Haitham huffs out in satisfaction and thrusts faster. He can feel your walls tighten and your feet thrashing a little more. “Come on dearest you can do it.” Him whispering that was what made you release as you push your head up and moan out loud. Your grip on Haitham cock was so tight he had to clench his teeth, after he made you cum he pulled out and released on your back. Cum drips down from your back to your ass.

Your head rested tirelessly on the bed, your heart was still pounding from the intensity while you tried your best to catch your breath. Haitham rests his head by your relaxed shoulder and pets your hair. 

“You did amazing~”

–––––––––

Haitham and you were unable to wash up after the act, you passed out as soon as you released. But that's alright, this gives Haitham time to adore your peaceful sleeping face. He hasn't seen this sight in years, when you would sleep beside him after an intense night and wake up the next morning to make each other breakfast. He brushes his finger on your cheek lovingly.

He will never forgive anyone, especially your ex husband, for what he has done. But most importantly he could never find it within to forgive himself. He let his own jealousy get the better of him after your wedding and left you alone. He curses himself, for not fighting for you, for not staying, and for seeing what you've become. 

He then makes a bold statement, one only the moon and him will be the witness of, silently he whispers. 

“I love you, sleep well.”

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[theaawalker]

Delusional | Lex Luthor x Fem!OC [1-Shot]

Pairing: Lex Luthor x Rose Holloway Song Inspo: Delusional by Simon Curtis Word Count: 2,433 Summary: desperate to get out under her tyrannic mother's corporative thumb, executive secretary Rose Holloway submits an application for an opening at LexCorp. Much to her surprise, she is asked to interview the next week. The pay is pretty good, and this Lex guy couldn't be as awful as her mother. What could go wrong? Warnings: mild mentions of parental abuse Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Last thing I remember from my dream was having to tell my angry mother the news about my job. That was enough to get me awake. I scrambled around in my covers and opened my eyes, squirting as the light from the curtains hit my face. At first, I just closed my eyes to block them from the sunlight. But then I realized it was morning, and I forgot to set my alarm last night! I was going to be late on the first day!

I pushed my covers off my body and climbed out of bed, ignoring my slippers that awaited my feet. I looked at my alarm clock, and, as if taunting me, it read 12:21 PM. I grabbed my already ready work attire and took a quick shower. I put on my clothes, did my hair, applied some makeup (not too much, because I don't wanna look as desperate as I was), and brushed my teeth. Into my mall closet I went, searching for some shoes to go with my outfit.

I did my best to fix myself a nutritious breakfast. Nutty bars seemed like the way to go, but they get stuck in my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to be humiliated on my first day - I hadn't felt like that since high school. I managed to make due with a glass of orange juice; just when I put the cold glass to my mouth, a car honked outside. I groaned to myself, knowing who it was, "Mom."

Rushing out the house, I barely remembered to lock the door. I hadn't told my mom about my application for LexCorp, so I knew she was gonna drive to her building instead. That meant I had to somehow sneak past her and make it to LexCorp in time. It's not that far... I hope. 

I swung my business bag around my shoulder and got to the car. Only it wasn't my mom's car. It was... nicer and more modern. The windows were tented so I had no idea who was inside. I didn't know what to do, so I sorta stepped back. The window suddenly rolled down, revealing a face I had known for my whole life.

"Mary!" I squealed with delight, and relief.

"Get in." She ordered. "Or you're gonna be late." I had told her about my application. Well, I told her not to tell our mom about the application. "I can't thank you enough, Mare Bear." I said as I hopped into the nice vehicle. Mary looked at me as she took the wheel.

"You can start by not calling me Mare Bear, Nose." I had to smile at that. She and I call each other cute names sometimes. She calls me nose because, apart from my lips, my nose is my most dominant feature.

"Hang on, little sister." She said, pulling out of my driveway. "LexCorp, here we come."

(Time Skip - At LexCorp Parking)

Butterflies fluttered in my thin stomach as we approached my future workplace. It was so weird; seeing it on the computer was one thing, but being there was another. The building looked so full of purity, energy, and technology. I started to wonder if I could really help improve it. I mean, I wasn't anything more than a secretary of a fashion magazine editor. Also, I had no idea if they'd even accept me. I knew that my mom would hire me because she knew me, but this Lex Luthor probably didn't even know I existed until last week.

"Well, here we are. LexCorp Industries." Mary gave an introduction. I released the sigh I'd been holding in since we pulled up. "Aren't you going in, or...?"

"What if I'm not good enough, Mary?" I blurted out my worry. Mary gave me an eye roll and held my shoulder. "Look. These guys may have worked here longer than you but that doesn't make them better. For all you know, by this time tomorrow you could be doing all their jobs. Besides, any treatment you get is better than mom's." She had such a good point. It was either this or back to being paid to be yelled at by your mom. 

"Okay," I finally said, "I'll-I'll do it." She gave me a nod, and I nodded in returned. We leaned in for a hug, and she wished me luck one last time. I bet was gonna need it. I can't focus when I'm nervous, and when I can't focus I screw things up. But there was no way I was spending another day at that fashion hell. So I picked my bag up and got out of the car. 

Mary waved at me as she drove off. I waited until she was out of sight, and slowly spun around to face the building again. It looked so massive and complex. This may sound weird, but it kind of terrified me. I shook if out though, and marched toward it with a high head.

Inside was not much different than the outside. People were scattered everywhere, and they all looked worthy of being there. One lady walked past me wearing all black with the coolest haircut. I touched my rough, brown hair to find it a plain straight. I never thought I'd say this but I wish I had a rubber band right about now. The place wasn't crowded, but it was far from being empty. 

I looked around for any clue to where Lex's office was. I had an interview with him in ten minutes and I couldn't even find him. I decided to ask one of the employees. I walked further into the work hall until I saw something out of the ordinary. There, in the middle of the room, about six men were playing basketball. I tried to process an excuse for what I was seeing. 'Maybe they're testing their body maneuvers for a video game?' was all I could think of.

Basketball or not, they didn't look as intimidating as everyone else. So I walked up to the court and tapped on the shoulder of closest one, who appeared to be in the middle of shooting.

I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me." He turned and smiled at me. He had strawberry-blonde locks that curled by his jawline. His eyes were blue and playful, and reminded me of two blue balls. He was shorter than me, but only by about an inch. "Sorry to interrupt your game, but I was wondering if you knew where Lex Luthor's office is." He gave me and odd smile.

"Hm. You must my new secretary. How are you? Lex Luthor. Welcome to my little LexCorp." The man held out his hand to me. I looked at it, and, ever so hesitantly, shook it.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked. "You're Lex Luthor?" He odd smile turned into a cheeky one as he giggled.

"Indeed I am. Alexander Luthor Jr., in your presence." He said, slight bowing his head. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't confused. He looked so young, way too young to be running a business. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. You look so..."

"Young? Well..." he turned away for a second to throw the through the hoop. "Age is just a number, correct? And there are infinite numbers to compare to mine, so there's no use in trying to be any other."

I just looked from him to the net and swallowed. "I guess that sounds right." 

"Great! Hm. Yes, yes. You are here for the job." He said, eyes darting down in remembrance. "Executive secretary if I recall." Before I knew it he had his hand on my shoulder blade, and we began walking down the hall to I-have-no-idea-where. But I simply nodded and played along.

"Um, yeah. I used to work as one at my old job."

"Old job, mm? Might I ask where?" I didn't bother looking at him to answer, I just kept my head forward. And judging by my sight, we were headed for an escalator. "Nowhere special. Just a stupid fashion magazine corporation." I scratched my forehead as we boarded the escalator. I let Lex go first, being as though I had no idea where to go beyond the escalator.  The rising staircase made my body feel like it was lifting by itself.

"I see," Lex said. "That explains your chose of clothing décor. Anyway, tell me- Wait! Silly me. I forgot to request your name." He addressed, stepping off his step and placing his foot on the smooth, white tile floor. I copied his movement and we returned to our original pace.

The hallway was all white, and filled with white doors. Any one of those could be mine. All I had to do was get an interview with Lex. First, we had to get to his office.

"My name's Rose. Rose Lee Holloway." I offered a kind smile, one which was returned.

"Rose. Hm." His eyes darted up in thought. "The Latin origin of rose, a flower name from Rosa." He looked back at me. "Did you know the Normans brought Latin to Britain in the 11th century?"

I shook my head. Lex just put his hands in his pockets and stared ahead. "Are you interested in alien studies and research?"

"Um, no. Only what I read on the news about Superman. But do find the fact that one is living here funny."

This made Lex chuckle. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, an alien protecting a species that's not his own just makes us look inferior. Why should we rely on a humanoid destructor rather than weapons of defense? It just sounds dumb."

Lex snapped his finger and pointed at me. "Exactly, Rosie. May I call you Rosie?" 'If I get this job he can call me anything he wants.' I thought.

But I simply replied, "If you want."

We reached the end of the hallway, where, to our right, sat a giant silver door.

"Follow me." Lex led us down the pathway and opened the giant door for me. "In you go." I slipped past him and almost tripped when I saw Lex's office. That place was like two master bedrooms in one giant space. There were chairs in there I've never seen in my life! And that's saying something since my mom used redecorated our living room almost every year.

I was so in shock that I didn't even notice Lex walk past me to his desk chair. I strolled to the front of his desk and sat in small chair, where Lex was seated on the table. He grinned at me, making me even more nervous. We both knew what was about to happen.

"Humor me. What got you interested in this position?"

"I've had previous experience with executive assistance, such as memoing, filing, answering phone calls, and prepping schedules. I also dabble in digital art, so if you need any promo or posters, well, I'm your gal." I chuckled nervously, and he just stroked his chin. "Ahem. I admire what this company has done for the ecosystem repair in other countries. Between partnering with other green companies and philanthropy fundraisers, it- you have really great work." Then it got quiet. "...yeah."

Lex leaned forward, knuckling his silvery desk's edge, and looked into my soul. He studied every inch of my face, my eyes... my soul. It was like he was trying to read my mind. When he got his answer, he exhaled.

"Hm." His lips twitched. "Hm-mm, yes. You have the gaze of a woman on the run." Lex said softly, almost sorrowful, like a therapist. "A lioness, mm, trying to strike out of the pride, make it on her own. Tell me, dear Rosie, who-oh-who are you running from?"

My head drew back and I nearly gulped. Was this man actually telepathic? Either way, he seemed to have me figured out. There was no use in denying it further. If honesty got me a job, then honesty it'll be. I just wish it wasn't such a sore subject.

"My mother." My tongue suddenly tasted foul and acidic. "She's not a very nice mother. Or boss."

"Mommy issues," Lex gestured to me, "meet daddy issues," he gestured to himself, making us both chuckle weakly. I supposed it made sense, hurt child meets hurt child. I wondered to what extend his father hurt him, but put off the question as taboo for an interview.

"Anyhow," he leaned back and continued, "mind if I ask you some professional questions?" He asked, making a yuck face as the word 'professional'.

"Yes, go ahead." I straightened my posture.

"Alrighty. How did you like the building so far?" That was not the question I expected him to ask first, but it was his company. 'Get hired, Rose, get hired.' I cheered myself on.

"Ummm... It's very detailed and finely organized, Mr. Luthor. It's techy but also really chill. Just feels like a good environment people-wise." If my resume didn't cut it maybe sucking up to him would. But he just waved it off.

"Please, call me Lex. It's only fair since I'm calling you Rosie." He had a point. "But does it look like the kind of place you want to work at?"

I looked around the spacious, flawless, white room and sighed. Such a long way from that undersized, secretary desk my mom forced me in.

My pitiful eyes found Lex again. "Very much."

Out of nowhere, Lex suddenly clapped near my face. "Fantastic! Then congratulations, Ms. Rosie. You're hired!" I had to clear my ears to make sure I heard him right.

"Wait, what? I'm hired?" He just nodded like an excited child. "But what about the interview?" I asked, still not understanding his reasons behind hiring me. He bent from his spot on the table to open up a drawer beside his legs.

"That was the interview, my dear Rosie. It began from I first introduced myself." He then pulled something out of the drawer; a red cylinder candy, and offered it to me. "Jolly Rancher?" I gave a clearly puzzled look, raising my eyebrow. "It's cherry." He offered again. 

With nothing to lose except my job there, I accepted.

"Okay." I smiled tightly.

But instead of handing it to me, Lex leaned in to put it in my mouth himself. For a second, I felt his cold, steel fingers brush on the tip of my lips before departing. Then he licked those fingers and smiled from ear to ear like nothing happened.

Being the kind person I am, I gave the smile back. He might have been a bit odd, but I had a feeling Lex was gonna grow on me.

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[cursedvibes]

Not looking good for Hana. Either Sukuna kills her or Angel takes over to get serious, destroying her consciousness in the process. Or Angel somehow manages to snap Hana out of it in time (don't think that's likely). Technically this isn't even such a bad situation to be in because not only is Sukuna hugging Hana but she is hugging him, so if Angel wants to attack, this is the best moment. At close range her technique would be even more destructive.

I was surprised Hana agreed to banishing Sukuna-Megumi this quickly, I thought that would be a bigger argument between her and Angel, but it does make sense with her goal to safe people. She puts saving Megumi above his bodily well-being. I'm sure Yuuji will have to face a similar dilemma in the future. Her just falling into Sukuna's arms took me off-guard though. Angel is literally screaming in her ear that she should stay away from him, but she seems completely oblivious to it. It does make sense though I think, considering her past and how she first "met" Megumi. People are saying she's "acting on a dumb crush" or "trying to use the power of friendship", but that's not it. If her feelings for Megumi were just a crush or she simply thought he's hot, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be acting like this. It's more of a fixation. He seemingly got her out of a traumatic situation and she never managed to move on from that, probably because she never made any real deep connections with anybody afterwards.

She even says "Megumi is mine". She idolizes him, but also clings to him because in her mind he was the first person to show her kindness and she desperately wants to hold on to that. I thought it was weird that in her flashback Megumi doesn't really acknowledge her, but she still fixated on him this much. Considering how Sukuna managed to lower her guard, it makes more sense though. The gesture of reaching out to her, thanking her and telling her that everything is alright is what she wanted to see when he saved her with Shiro back in the day.

She grew up in a horrible and brutal environment. The children around her didn't seem to have much camaraderie due to fear. She constantly had to keep her head down and not stand out. Then a magical being comes by and seemingly picks her to lead her to safety, thereby acknowledging her and doing something good for her without demanding anything in return. It makes sense then, that this memory would have such a huge impact on her and by playing on that memory, Sukuna would be able to deceive her. If it was just a crush, Hana would have listened to Angel and stopped, but since it reached deeper than that, she was quite literally blinded. Hana wanted to return the favour and save Megumi, and at the same time wanted him to acknowledge that he really did see worth in her to bring her out of those ruins, that there was a purpose behind those actions (fate) and not just a whim or pure coincidence, where she herself didn't really matter. And that's what Sukuna gave her. She believes in fate because she wants her and her actions to matter (especially to others), and he reaffirmed that for her. This is also why I think that Megumi didn't actually consciously save her, Shiro just happened to run around and find her. Megumi was probably just practicing having his shikigamis out for a longer time. It makes for a good contrast between him and the facade Sukuna puts on.

She and Megumi are also quite similar in that they put a specific person on a pedestal and fail to really understand them as their own being with wants, needs, goals etc that go beyond them. And by failing to see that, they (most likely) lose agency over their own body and might even die. To be fair, Hana knew Megumi for like two days, of course she doesn't really know him (even if she believes otherwise). Megumi had over ten years to actually see Tsumiki for who she is...

But well, Hana's character was going to lead to this one way or another, so I'm not really surprised by this, just how it was executed. Her and Angels goals fundamentally clash and that has to be resolved. Only difference is that it's now Megumi instead of Yuuji, which is a lot more meaningful, since she has a deeper attachment to him. I still would have liked a bit more context surrounding Hana's decision to lower her guard and maybe a glimpse at her thoughts, but maybe we will get a bit more next chapter.

[trashno0dle]

I had many thoughts about some specific frames in the Watching and Dreaming trailer. So I needed to write them down.

First off. So we all know The Collector has trapped Luz, Eda and King in some weird dream, right? And one of the first frames we get to back this up is this shot of the Emperor's throne room. The way it shows this scene when an old voice over of Luz saying “from the heart?” Is even better. But something I didn't notice the first time because I was too busy freaking out, was Luz, sitting on Belos' throne. Weird.

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And the next shot we get after we see her wandering through the castle, a close up this time which shows Luz dressed in Belos' old outfit from when he was Emperor. I saw a few people thinking it was just a Scout uniform but nope, this is THE Belos outfit, clock, gauntlets and all. And there's definitely a reason behind why she's dressed exactly like Belos, aka, The Collector's weird mind games which I'll explain my theory on this soon.

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Then there's King. He isn't in his little outfit The Collector gave him anymore so he's definitely trapped in the weird dream reality he created too. Not much is given away about King's surroundings, whereas it's pretty clear that Luz is in the castle — this shot of King doesn't give much away other than the fact that he looks surprised/scared.

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Harpy Eda! Like King we don't get much detail into where she is dream wise, but she looks worried or concerned, maybe she's trying to find King and Luz. I'm pretty sure she manages to find King based on the shot that comes after this (which I forgot to screenshot) where they're both standing together.

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Luz again, still in the Belos outfit. But this time Amity's there, maybe somehow she broke through momentarily to deliver the light glyph to Luz to help her break out. She and the others are grabbed and disappear into the sky seconds afterwards. Not sure how they could've managed to break through whatever The Collector did but, I can't wait to find out.

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Also this shot. Maybe I should've put this at the start since that's probably where it falls but, this is could be Luz, King and Eda waking up in their dream reality for the first time. Luz definitely looks like she's just woken up, so I'm guessing the shot of her sitting on Belos' throne is what comes next after that.

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And the last one I wanted to point out. EDA?? KING?? So it's not clear on the screenshot but the Owl Beast here has MULTIPLE wings, not just two — and King. Well, he looks, older?? His horns and teeth are sharper, his body shape is definitely larger and his eyes are well, it's pretty obvious there's something from with both their eyes. But he's also crying?? Mainly though with this shot all I can think “WHY IS KING ON STEROIDS??”

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OK ok so those are the frames that stuck out to me. There was also the one with Belos and Raine but I forgot to put that in but for now, allow me to ramble about my main thoughts. Why Luz wakes up in the castle on Belos' throne, dressed as he was. So my theory on this, which I've seen a few other people note — is that well, since this is all part of The Collector's game, the only reason why is because he put her there in those clothes purposely. The Collector knew Belos/Philip was human, so I'm thinking he's got this idea that all humans are the same — so putting Luz in the same place and same clothes as the one human he'd met who'd betrayed him makes a lot of sense. The Collector doesn't like Belos' for obvious reasons, he doesn't like Luz mostly because she's closer to King and he wants to be King's best friend.

The Collector either has the idea that all humans are selfish and evil like Belos, or he was aware Luz was the one to unintentionally help him and he knew that Luz was dealing with the guilt still from everything that he wanted to make that guilt spiral further. I wouldn't put it past him, but the second idea seems a little less likely since I don't think he would be aware as much as Belos might've gloated about tricking another human into helping him that one time.

That or The Collector decided for the funnies to cast Luz as Belos' role in some weird nightmare or something. Idk.

Another reason that isn't really separate it just adds a little ✨spice✨ is that this is reinforcing more of the Luz & Belos/Philip parallels we've been seeing throughout the show. It might also be pushing for the Hunter & Caleb parallels too, since he's shown to be in his Golden Guard outfit at two different points during the trailer. So we have the sibling duo, it's the Noceda Siblings & Wittebane Brothers parallels I've been waiting for.

Alright I'm done, I just had so many thoughts I needed to put them down. I'm probably going to go insane till April 8th but it'll be worth it, I hope.

[tiaamorosa]

Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto (long part)

Changes

Early in the morning. Morgana got up quite early. She couldn't sleep for a variety of reasons. . Her husband also noticed that something had somehow changed. "Good morning…"/ "hhh, morning…". A slightly annoyed snort came from Morgana.

Thornton knew his wife quite well, but her behavior was new to him. "Whou, can you tell me what's going on? You've been stressed for days... Is something going wrong at the hospital?"/ "The hospital stresses me out the least, Thornton. At least we can finish the X-ray room today..."/ "O.K., if it's not the hospital, what is it? Maybe because of Pauline? You were a bit grumpy yesterday after she left".

Morgana interrupted the preparation of breakfast for a moment. "hh... I really would have liked to help her, Thornton, but it wouldn't have worked"/ "what's the problem, I could have built another room upstairs, would have been totally easy..."/ "Yes, but... We need the space ourselves..."/ "We have enough"/ "but not for much longer". She could barely look him in the eyes.

Of course, Thornton wasn't completely dumbfounded. What else would you have to make room for in a house if you didn't want a friend to move in? He approached her and looked at her seriously. There was no mistaking her nervousness "Space for what, eh?"/ "well, for... Our own baby... Maybe?".

"Maybe?"/ "No, I… There's a reason why I've been so stressed lately… work is the least of it. I know you've never been ready for this before, and for me… It's a bit unexpected now…"/ "As they say, the unexpected often comes, doesn't it?". She looked at him, almost a little surprised… Because how often was that the topic? Children, no children…

Morgana waited for a reaction and was actually expecting all sorts of things, negative words, him leaving the room without a word. But instead, her husband took her in his arms. "Tell me when you want me to start. Maybe it'll be enough for both tots, then Yumi can sleep longer in the morning." Morgana clung to her husband. But she didn't say anything for a while.

Thornton felt all the tension leave her body. And yet she was still trembling a little. "Hey, it's all right, o.k.? I've had plenty of time to practise with Sam, . Well, Sam's bigger, but… It can't get any worse with a mini human like that"/ "mhm, h-hh, now let me get on with it, okay? Otherwise I'll have to go to work hungry". Thornton took one last look at his wife, smiled and kissed her forehead. After breakfast, she made her way to the hospital.

When Morgana arrived, her colleague was already hard at work again. The anatomy course seems to be very popular with many of the residents. Morgana hadn't told her anything yet. But she also knows that she is being taken off duty because of her pregnancy. That's standard practice for nurses and doctors. But she doesn't want that yet.

Morgana waited until Jamie had finished her demonstration on the skeleton. Then she went to her ... "oh, in civilian clothes today?". Morgana smiled a little. "I didn't have time to change. I have something important to discuss with you."/ "O.K. about the X-ray room? It's as good as ready for use, the generator's there too"/ "then let's go over there and talk for a moment, alright?". Jamie raised her eyebrows. "Must be serious, okay".

The two doctors excused themselves for a moment and went behind the building together. "Listen, I probably won't be able to work in a few months, at least not for a while..."/ "Do you have to go?"/ "Nonsense, where am I supposed to go? Hnhn, no, we're going to be parents"/ Jamie stopped for a moment and looked at her in surprise. "What... you and Thornton?"/ "yeah, or have you ever seen me with anyone else?"

"And... What does your husband say? I mean, he never wanted children..."/ " Haven't you noticed how he treats Sam? At first he was really afraid to touch him, but now he won't let him out of his hands. I told him this morning."/ "And?"/ "He just hugged me... He's never hugged me like that before..."

Jamie stopped and hugged Morgana. "Really, I'm very happy for you and for him too. And I really hope that you two find even more of a connection this way"/ "We did, thank you. Hey, everything's ready. Shall we do a test?"/ "You know, only if we start the thing up and switch it off again straight away"/ "All right. And we have to thank Judy and her husband again, without them this wouldn't be possible".

Jamie switched on the generator, then they both went inside. This machine had already been used in the hospital, although not for very long. So one person stood upright in the X-ray machine while the other did an all-round scan. When she had finished, she switched the machine off again. "This thing is really great! The only thing it can't do is analyze blood"/ "I know, but we're lucky to have it. All right, I'll switch the generator off again.“.

After the check at the x-ray machine was successful, Morgana went to the front of the main building. "Christopher? What are you doing on our PC?"/ "Hey, don't worry, nothing wrong. Jamie asked me to take a look at it,"/ "Oh, probably because of the memory problems"/ "the hard disk is already pretty full, mhm".

"And what can we do?"/ "Well, I can't really find a new laptop. She'll have to get rid of a few files that aren't important"/ "hm, but there's important stuff from the hospital on there"/ "I know... But also some things that this PC really doesn't need. But I'll ask her first"/ "Mhm... and you? You have no business here, sweetie".

"Oh, hello, Connor. We rarely see you either"/ "I know, I'm sometimes here and sometimes there, tomorrow most of us are meeting at the cemetery, there'll be a lot to do"/ "mhm...maybe we'll have you as a colleague soon?"/ "hehe, I don't know, I'm trying my hand at an end-time novel right now"/ "hm, I don't know if I want to read that".

Morgana noticed that Pauline was also visiting the hospital and went straight to her. "Pauline… I'm really sorry about yesterday…"/ "It's all right, I think I know why I couldn't stay with you, you're pregnant too, right?"/ "Yes, how do you know…"/ "hn, we pregnant women probably have a feeling for it. I can stay with Zelda for a while.“.

Morgana smiled sympathetically. "It's nice that she has a place for you. My only regret is that we don't have an ultrasound machine. Otherwise I could check on both of us to see if everything is OK"/ "It will be, Morgana. We have to remember our primal instincts now. Unfortunately, most people have lost them. We relax a lot, I even do yoga now, hnhn"/ "just not too much, okay?".

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A little later, during Morgana's shift. "Hello VJ, how's your... little problem?"/ "It's much better now, thanks... water is boiled every time now... I still want to return the favor for the help. I'm going hunting later, do you need meat?"/ "um, not just me, some people here would be happy to have a good piece too".

"Excuse me for asking, but do you even know how to gut an animal?". VJ almost felt a little offended by this question. He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and replied: "You have to hang it up by the hind legs, then cut it open from the crotch to the throat, take out the innards and bleed it out". Morgana listened to him carefully and pressed her lips together. It was a moment before she said anything again. "OK, there's really nothing more to add. It should just be stored in a cool place as quickly as possible then…".

"hmm, as soon as I sawed up the animal, I just wanted to distribute it quickly among the people…". Morgana tilted her head a little and rolled her eyes "But not everyone has a fridge at the moment, you have to bear that in mind." VJ hadn't thought that far ahead. "Do you have a better suggestion?"/ "hm, a cold room… It doesn't have to be very big. And you need electricity and a well-functioning air conditioning system that could be retrofitted a bit"/ "oh man,… OK, there are cables sticking out of the ground everywhere, electricity wouldn't be a problem".

"Are you going to fiddle with the power cable on your own? Please let other people do it, do you hear me?"/ "If you only knew where I've fiddled around, but if it makes you feel better… OK, I'll look for help. Now if you can tell me where I can get an air conditioner? I haven't seen any at the scrap yard yet". Morgana was at a loss for a moment, but then she had an idea. "hm, I'll have a look in the old hospital grounds later…".

VJ gladly accepted Morgana's help and suggestions. Even if he preferred to do everything on his own. Still, a little help from others wouldn't go amiss. And so he slowly set off to hunt down a wild animal. If he finds one...

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End of this (l-l-long) Part…sorry ^^ the next one will be shorter again, I promise^^

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