#i never was...bitch you'r 40...move on...

[niekiddo]

What will you do, when it is your turn in the field with the god?

Honestly, I will never shut up about the unjust and misogynistic treatment of women in SPN fandom. Mary is such a fascinating and tragic character, I can’t get enough of her. And I think she deserved to beat the living shit out of those ugly grown-ass men. She should be worse!

[traegorn]

Girl you can rant and rave all day but we all know for a fact you can't vote your way out of this mess so your "genuinely, what else can we do?" sounds like pure cucked defeatism. This downward spiral of American fascism has proven stable, so no, voting isn't going to stop it. The democrats will never be pushed left - as proven by blatant history. I know this is your cue to list a bunch of social services or civil rights concessions a la #bidenwins but the drip violence of homophobia and abortion restrictions under republicans does not come close to the bipartisan armed tyranny that murders people in broad daylight.

Voting isn't going to solve any of this, and no voting isn't going to "clear the way" or make it easier to resist. Democrats have proven over and over and over again they will use the full force of violence to stop anything that truly threatens them and the ONLY WAY to stop American fascism is to threaten them, to threaten the very foundations of the system itself.

You exert all this effort, have all this pained frustration, over the weakest political action you can take. You are not challenging fascism or tyranny or helping any of the people harmed under bipartisan violence. You ignore these people and focus on "harm reduction" for the few who do benefit from the pitiful social safety nets democrats eke out only to be undermined in the next four or eight years as republicans INEVITABLY take back power. Such is the case of a two party system, as history proves. You're staving off the inevitable by exerting all this energy into electoralism, and the people you "save" by electing democrats are inevitably hurt anyways when republicans INEVITABLY take back power - because that's what the system guarantees.

You exist in a cycle of abuse with the American government, a punishment-reward system under the 2 parties that keeps you afraid of punishment and too desperate for reward that you ignore how the hand that feeds you is also putting kids in cages and blowing up babies overseas. You, and everyone who thinks like you, will never be the ones to save anybody.

Idk I was pissed and now got all sad again after writing this. Just so you know my being sad at the state of your ideology isn't a representation of my passivity that people like you like to construe - I am painfully politically active. But it's just...sick. You're stuck in an abusive cult and now I just feel bad for you

I'm usually a lot nicer when I reply to folks, but you brought a certain energy that deserves a different response. I want to be clear to any passersby who I'd normally be polite to in this kind of conversation: This energy is reserved only for chucklefucks who bring this kind of shit to me. Please do not take this as a reflection as to how I'd treat people willing to engage honestly and civilly with me. This anon came to me unprovoked, so they're getting a rather unique response.

So here we go.

Oi, shit head. This was the stupidest thing I've read all day.

Democrats 100% have moved left in the last 40 years. Are we still recovering from when they got dragged right by Reagan in the 80s? Yes. But we've made headway getting things back on track. You claim a lot of stuff here, but don't cite a single example. Likely because you just repeat what someone else told you on TikTok that one time. You couldn't find your way through actual theory if it smacked you in the face with its dick. But you don't want me to actually justify it.

Because your own words told me you'd dismiss any evidence I provided:

I know this is your cue to list a bunch of social services or civil rights concessions a la #bidenwins but the drip violence of homophobia and abortion restrictions under republicans does not come close to the bipartisan armed tyranny that murders people in broad daylight.

Bitch, this shit is a sliding scale. Trump authorized more drone strikes than Obama did in eight years. Are they bad? Yes. But if you're telling me you want more murders, Trump's your guy. Guess what, living in America means dealing with the fact that you've been complicit in genocide this whole time. Look at the land you stand on -- it is soaked in blood. Look at the smart phone you're reading this on, it literally came out of a genocide.

You bathe in blood every day, fucking figure it out.

We do our best to minimize harm. And if you'd ACTUALLY read or watched anything I've said, your two half dead braincells would have noticed the part where I constantly say "voting is not the end of your activism." It's the fucking start.

Either Harris or Trump will be the next President. Trump will be worse. If you aren't doing everything you can to stop him, you're not a leftist, you're a grandstanding piece of shit who doesn't care about anything other than the smell of your own farts.

You want to fuck up the two parties? Great. Put in the fucking work -- because the Presidential election ain't it, shithead. Build a real movement from the ground up. Build community, build a party system, run local candidates. When's the last time your ass went to a city council meeting or a school board meeting? Do you even know when they're held where you live?

But let's face it, you couldn't coalition build if you tried because you're so far up your own ass you kiss your small intestine goodnight.

Daddy Revolution ain't coming, shithead. There's work to do, so get your head out of your ass and do it.

You want Trump to win? Netanyahu would kiss you on the lips for it. Fuck off.

[flamingtouya]

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞) —

pairing: dabi + f!reader

word count: 4381

cw: getting to know each other (against your better intuition), flirting, bad flirting,some explicit language but nothing too bad, no quirk AU, dabi commits a crime or two

summary: In which Dabi meant to text Toga instead of a random stranger. But these things happen, and you were never one to shy away from troublesome men. This whole thing is told entirely through text messages.

a/n: check out my AO3 for different formatting! :)

Mar 02  10:07 PM

Unknown: Grab bleach while you’re out Unknown: And paper towels

You: who is this??

Unknown: So funny

You: u got the wrong number my guy 

Unknown: Shit Unknown: You don’t happen to have some bleach at your disposal rn? 

You: try the convenience store You: where’s the body at, anyways

Unknown: Ohara street by the fitness park, you should come check it out

You: sounds enticing You: i’ve always wanted to be on a true crime podcast

You: sort of expected myself to be the alive one though

Unknown: I was taught that women tend to be smart about stranger danger and stuff Unknown: You're out to prove me wrong

You: how’d you know i’m a woman? 🤨

Unknown: U sound cute Unknown: And men don’t listen to true crime

You: that’s so sexist You: and correct You: you'd do numbers on reddit

Mar 03 00:16 AM

You: hey don’t leave now

Mar 03 00:34 AM

Unknown: Had a body to take care of

You: you didn’t wait for me? :(

Unknown: … Unknown: Are u fr

You: ofc not You: i don’t hang out with edgelords

Unknown: Whatever u r probably boring anyways

You: entertaining enough for u to keep texting me

Unknown: We all have our moments of weakness 

Mar 03 01:09 AM

Unknown: So wyd

You: you don’t have anybody else to bother?

Unknown: I do Unknown: I want to bother you tho

You: damn, what’d i do to deserve this

Unknown: Is that a complaint

You: i have uni tomorrow and ur buzzing keeps waking me up

Unknown: Mute your phone, stupid 

You: can’t mute unknown numbers

Unknown: Save this one then Unknown: Or block me idc

You: what name should i put it under

Unknown: Dabi 

You: lmao i knew you were an edgelord

Dabi: Stfu

You: good night to you too

Mar 03  07:58 AM

You: fuck

Mar 03 3:56 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me that bad 

Mar 03 4:32 PM

You: i overslept and am blaming you entirely

Mar 03 5:19 PM 

Dabi: Sucks to be a useful member to society

You: why what do you do

Dabi: I'm actually a bit of a part-time freelancer, you regular uni folk just wouldn't get it

You: freelancing around ohara at 1 in the morning sounds like the truly fulfilling purpose we all long for You: did you just get up

Dabi: Hey now  Dabi: Yes  Dabi: I’m still in bed technically, looking at the ceiling fan is so interesting when I don't want to move a muscle

You: you are everything I am jealous of

Dabi: I promise you it’s not that good 

You: first time a guy’s been honest right away. i applaud u

Dabi: Omg no way 

Mar 03 5:40 PM

You: no way what

Dabi: No way you said something witty 

Dabi: Maybe you’re fun after all

You: i’ll have u know that deep down, i’m just a fragile being trying to make it thru this bitch of a world, running on fumes and caffeine all while chasing a childhood dream that i'll never be able to reach anyways because of my parents' expectations of me crushing my soul

Dabi: Damn, being vulnerable already 

You: your turn

Dabi: I’m not sad. My life is great and my parents never expected anything of me

Dabi: That was a lie 

You: so you’re a liar

Dabi: I suppose I might be

You: that counts as being vulnerable. i’m so proud of us. <3

Mar 03 9:12 PM

You: you probably have daddy issues

Mar 03 11:34 PM 

Dabi: Mind your business 

You: so i’m right

Dabi: Nosy sounds more like it

You: that’s a yes then

Dabi: When I tell you he SUCKS so bad 

You: LMAO You: i’m guessing you don’t particularly like your family then

Dabi: It's not the type of stuff I'd tell anybody, especially not to some nosy individual whose number is one or two digits off

You: alright i’ll stop digging You: wait how old are you You: am i talking to some 50 y/o dude You: please no

Mar 04 00:02 AM

Dabi: Chill I’m 48

Mar 04 00:06 AM 

You: say sike right now You: if u rly are then i’m half your age

Dabi: You thought Dabi: Are you actually 24 tho

You: give or take a few days lol

Dabi: When’s your birthday 

You: do you want my social and tax numbers while we’re at it

Dabi: Stfu I wanna see if I’m older 

You: 🤨 You: it’s at the end of this month

Dabi: Baby 

You: are u flirting with me or insulting me

Dabi: Can’t I be doing both 

Mar 04 06:30 AM

You: love me a guy who can multitask You: did you ever get your bleach and paper towels

Mar 04 11:11 AM

You: it’s 11:11 make a wish

Mar 04 2:02 PM

You: my wish is that you’d commit to a humane sleeping schedule

Mar 04 2:59 PM 

Dabi: Anybody hear sum 

You: i heard you’re a lazy bitch You: who doesn’t even do his own grocery shopping

Dabi: Maybe I do. Maybe I got the bleach all on my own like a big boy

You: X

Dabi: What's that mean

You: X for doubt You: it’s a meme

Dabi: Here I thought we were about to get spicy 😔

You: ew

Dabi: I was joking  Dabi: …unless 

You: has anybody ever told you that your flirting is immaculate

Mar 04 7:10 PM

Dabi: What do you study 

You: are you trying to find out my location

Dabi: Let it be known I’m terrible at geography and if I wanted to stalk you I'd already be on it

You: that’s a consolation You: forensic science You: i actually can’t wait for the semester to be over bc my professor is one of the most annoying individuals i have ever had the displeasure of meeting

Dabi: So you do have bleach 

You: never said i didn’t

Dabi: What do I have to do to make the list of annoying individuals. What's my current score

You: we haven’t met You: and i’m not sure if i’d survive u

Dabi: You have a point, I'm super nice tho

You: bet You: are you handsome You: asking for a friend You: the handsome ones are usually more annoying

Dabi: I'll say I’m frighteningly unique-looking 

You: ...well played

Mar 04 10:09 PM 

Dabi: My boss is making me do errand work in the morning like I'm some kind of functioning human being with principles Dabi: The next piercing I’m getting is a lobotomy 

You: thought you were “freelancing”

Dabi: Freelancing only gets you so far. You'll understand when you're my age

You: can't imagine what the back pain must be like You: do you have a tongue piercing 👀

Dabi: Perhaps I do

You: u r so mysterious You: tell me an opinion 

Dabi: Mint ice cream makes my teeth feel weird 

You: that’s not an opinion 

Dabi: Alright, more foods should have mint in them. And coriander. I want to make things inedible for 80% of the human population

You: nvm keep your opinions to yourself 

Mar 05 02:26 AM

Dabi: I've gotta burn this number. Txt u in a few 

Mar 05 05:16 AM

You: what are you, some kind of druglord This message could not be delivered.

You: I knew it This message could not be delivered.

Mar 0512:03 PM

You: ayo are you still there This message could not be delivered.

You: this is only funny if you come clean right now This message could not be delivered.

Mar 05 4:16 PM

You: "text you in a few" minutes? hours? days? This message could not be delivered.

You: just know that if it takes to long i'll forget about u This message could not be delivered.

You: won't even miss u This message could not be delivered.

Mar 06 09:00 AM

You: hello is this thing on This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 3:15 PM

You: my social security number is 6007 0023 6799 0324 This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 8:46 PM

You: eggs, vinegar, panko, sprite, sliced ham, parmesan, deodorant sencha if they have the good one ground pepper, lemon juice This message could not be delivered.

Mar 08 04:44 AM

Unknown: Am I still the man of ur dreams

You: I'm killing you You: violently

Unknown: I was hoping softly Unknown: With your song

You: are these messages being monitored You: am i a suspect

Unknown: If they were, could I write that I'm a ruthless baby killer anti-government fuck the police pro abortion the prime minister is an idiot bomb. bomb at the airport, terrorism, detonate Unknown: I guess now they are

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: just when i thought i'd have to find another witty asshole with a tongue piercing

Dabi: Aw you missed me Dabi: Does my tongue piercing make me hot be honest

You: what are my chances of getting an explanation for the past few days You: are u a murderer fr, that would be so cool You: i totally didn't use our abandoned chat as a grocery list btw

Dabi: The only thing I slay is pussy 😎

You: somehow i have doubts about that statement You: animal abuse is no joke

Dabi: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, if you guess it correctly I'll tell u everything

You: 69

Mar 08 08:21 AM

Dabi: It was 72 Dabi: Because you were so close I'll give u one free question. But I want another one in return

You: you're a dirty little gremlin who plays dirty little games You:: do i get to ask a follow-up question

Dabi: No

You: in that case You: which of the following activities did you partake in? 1.) vandalism 2.) drug dealing 3.) drug trafficking 4.) violent crimes 5.) violent crimes that resulted in the death of one or more individuals 6.) assisting someone in a violent crime 7.) assisting someone in a non-violent crime 8.) theft 9.) robbery 10.) hate crimes against a minority 11.) politically motivated acts of defiance 12.) consumption of illegal substances 13.) running and/or hiding from law enforcement 14.) domestic terrorism 15.) human trafficking 16.) money laundering 17.) having a good time

Dabi: What the fuck Dabi: What is this, a multiple choice? Dabi: 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 13 Dabi: My turn Dabi: What's your favourite food

You: fr, just like that You: that's your one question out of everything you could ask? am i really that boring

Dabi: I ask what I ask

You: spicy miso ramen with minced pork You: can we go back to the part where you ran from law enforcement

Dabi: Don't we all have demons that we run from Dabi: Mine are just a bit more persistent

Mar 08 10:52 AM

You: i want another question

Dabi: If you come up with one that's not related to the past few days, go ahead

You: fine i'll take it You: have you ever been caught and gotten in legal trouble for one of your… dubious activities

Dabi: Yeah

You: …and?

Dabi: That's another question. Gonna trade?

You: fine

Dabi: When I was 16, two Officers Of The Law 🐷 caught me dumpster diving behind a 7/11 Dabi: The dumpster diving wasn't the crime but because it was on private property they charged me with trespassing

You: damn, that's a lot of truth from u in just two sentences You: i wanna know ur tragic backstory so bad

Dabi: You could try to get me all sentimental for the 6 minutes after really good sex before the post nut clarity sets in

You: uh huh, taking notes You: anyway. you get one question. think hard

Dabi: If you couldn't have minced pork on your ramen, what would your second topping choice be

You: you're impossible

Mar 08 1:27 PM

You: tori karaage or extra ni-tamago i guess

Mar 08 2:23 PM

Dabi: Doesn't the Karaage lose its crispiness if it's in the broth for too long Dabi: I wouldn't know

You: please let me recommend you a good ramen place, you seem like you'd need it

Dabi: You have no idea. Take me out

You: like romantically? or are you asking me to murder you

Dabi: I love surprises

You: i just laughed out loud in the middle of my lecture

Mar 08 7:18 PM

Dabi: Need your forensic expertise for a sec

You: …oh no

Dabi: It's a purely hypothetical scenario

You: alright lay it on me big boy

Dabi: If a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person were to climb over a 4,60 meter high fence that has electrical wiring on it Dabi: What would the most likely way for them to die be?

You: this is not forensic at all You: how strong is the electricity You: is there a way to shut it off You: where would you hold onto the fence You: can it be damaged

Dabi: Not me, a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person

You: where would THE 176 CM TALL AND 67 KG HEAVY PERSON HOLD ONTO THE FENCE

Dabi: The only points that provide decent grip surface are the hooks holding the wires in place

You: so the most likely way to die would be electrocution You: will that be all

Dabi: How would one determine whether the electricity has been properly shut off Dabi: In the theoretical scenario that you couldn't get close enough to hear

You: the 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person should tap the wiring from the bottom with the back of their hand You: that way their fingers curl downwards and not around the wire You: so the person won't DIE from ELECTROCUTION

Mar 09 00:08 AM

Dabi: Excellent Dabi: Gonna do some field research Dabi: Will report back in maybe a day

Mar 09 08:01 AM

You: i'm gonna be so mad if you die before you've had decent karaage This message could not be delivered.

Mar 11 6:10 PM

Unknown: So it turns out that the person did not have to climb the fence after all. Pliers are such useful tools Unknown: Thanks for the electricity tip tho

Mar 11 6:39 PM

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: you're so hot when you're alive 

Mar 11 9:14 PM

Dabi: Do u think I'm a catch 😏

You: judging by the way law enforcement is trying to get their hands on you, i'd say you're pretty slippery

Dabi: The slipperiest Dabi: You couldn't handle me

You: i'd trap you using cheese and a paper box  You: put you in a jar and turn you into spicy miso broth 

Dabi: Would you hold the jar tight at night and tell me everything's going to be okay 

You: of course 

Dabi: I'm liking this scenario 

Mar 12 01:07 AM 

Dabi: Ever thought about what Mint Karaage would taste like

Mar 12 01:23 AM

You: i need u 

Dabi: Tell me more

You: to shut your mouth

Dabi: Are you trying to romance me

Mar 12 07:15 AM

You: i'm actually so upset right now  You: can i vent

Mar 12 07:27 AM

Dabi: Listening Dabi: Am I gonna have to get the tissues out

You: you're not empathetic enough for that 

Dabi: How would you know 

You: call it a woman's intuition  You: i just need someone to bother about my hot girl troubles

Dabi: Let's hear it girl  Dabi: Men ain't shit 💅

You: damn right they aren't You: but unrelated to that You: i ran out of my medication a few days ago and thought if i stretched the remaining 3 pills to last me 6 days i'd be able to make it till the end of the week  You: now my doctor's office is closed and i can't seem to get an appointment anywhere You: and i'm super jittery and on edge and almost had a panic attack just trying to make coffee

Dabi: What type of medication 

You: Ativan You: it's prescription only

Dabi: Nothing is ever "prescription only" 

You: i'm not gonna try some experimential backalley drug You: just feel like dying rn

Dabi: Who said anything about backalley? You actually came to the right guy for this  Dabi: What's the name of the nearest druggery 

You: ...fukuju pharmacy

Dabi: So I've been talking to a Setagaya girl 

You: only moved here for uni, hate to disappoint if ur expecting a wealthy maiden 

Mar 12 10:02 AM

Dabi: Don't you feel like getting a snack from the vending machine  Dabi: Specifically the one next to the pharmacy  Dabi: A bag of skittles sounds nice, doesn't it?

You: ? ? ?

Mar 12 10:34 AM 

You: did you commit a crime for me  You: how did you get your hands on actual fucking Ativan this fast

Dabi: I don't kiss and tell

You: did you follow me home  You: is this how i die

Dabi: You make it so hard to be nice to you Dabi: What do you think I am, a creep

You: if you were here i'd suck you off so good rn

Dabi: Whore Dabi: (Respectfully)

You: lmao ur right You: thank you for real though

Dabi: Stfu

Mar 12 1:33 PM

Dabi: Do u like cats

You: yes

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: Noodle thieving menace 

You: 🥹 You: that has got to be the fattest street cat i’ve ever seen

Dabi: He’s hella fast 

You: how does it feel to be the one chasing the culprit for once

Dabi: Not nearly as thrilling as being the one committing the crime 

Mar 13 00:00 AM

Unknown: Congratulations! You have been selected as an eligible member for a free trial of Osaka Daily Post. Unknown: If you would like information about your benefits, reply 'BENEFIT' Unknown: If you would like to stop receiving these messages, reply 'STOP' 

You: i know it's you shithead

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: this is the unfunniest you've ever been ngl

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: you're truly one of the most annoying individuals in my life

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: STOP

Unknown: LMAO you thought

Dabi was saved as a contact. 

You: i'm reconsidering if the tongue piercing is really worth it 😤

Mar 13 04:55 AM

Dabi: Any particular reason why you chose forensics 

Mar 13 06:09 AM

You: i've always admired criminals but been to scared to become one You: and if i know about psychotic assholes it might help me to steer clear of them, or so i thought

Dabi: Is it working

You: evidently not

Dabi: Use me in ur thesis  Dabi: I'll be your lab rat

You: nah you're more beneficial to me when you're not stuck behind bars You: what do you have me saved as in your phone

Dabi: I don't save contacts  Dabi: Especially not yours  Dabi: You mean nothing to me 

You: aww do you know my number by heart, that's adorable You: i'm kinda genuinely impressed at how persistent you are at bothering me, it's almost like you like me or smth

Dabi: No fr though lmao if anybody finds my phone you'd be on a list

You: do u delete these chats

Dabi: Always

You: that's so romantic You: admit it you're actually a softie

Dabi: Would that make you more interested in me  Dabi: Then I'm the softest 

You: what do i need to do to make you the hardest

Dabi: ... Dabi: There's absolutely no correct way for me to respond to that  Dabi: You've left me speechless 

You: 🥵🥵

Dabi: What's your worst quality  Dabi: Besides being an irresistible smartass  Dabi: *irritating 

You: was that a freudian slip You: you're so obsessed with me it's adorable

Dabi: Proving my point so diligently 

You: you don't seem like the kind of person who would use words like 'diligently' You: i'm rather talkative at times You: to the point where it gets unbearable to listen to me

Dabi: I never would've guessed

You: what's yours? You: besides the obvious

Dabi: Still putting up with you 

Mar 13 7:45 PM

Dabi: Wyd 

You: i burned my rice a little You: but it's edible

Dabi: Don't you have a rice cooker? Who raised you 

You: my very strict but sweet and committed grandmother who made the best teriyaki salmon in the whole world You: i'd kill another human being to eat her home cooked food one more time

Dabi: So your parents ain't shit either 

You: eh, they're alright You: they're Business People overseas and aren't around a whole lot, means i get my own place though You: so i can have visitors at any desired hour 😏

Dabi: Omg sick Dabi: Me next

You: it was implied

Mar 13 11:11 PM

Dabi: Ok but do u actually wanna meet up sometime  Dabi: No strings attached ofc 

You: i'm down

Dabi: What if I'm a creep after all

You: if anything, it means i won't have to attend my lecture about carbon dots tmrw

Dabi: I can't tomorrow  Dabi: What about the day after Dabi: I'll give u my credit card info if it makes you feel more safe, don't bother trying to buy anything with it tho, you'll be disappointed

You: you may not show it a whole lot, but are you actually a considerate person? You: the day after sounds good

Dabi: Preem

You: oreryu shio ramen, right by harajuku station You: about time you had some good karaage You: my treat You: unless that's too far away for u

Dabi: I would fly across the world for u Dabi: Yes Harajuku works fine

Mar 14 08:49 AM

You: how will i recognise u You: what do u look like

Dabi: As my dad once said. I'm impossible to miss 

You: i laughed

Dabi: Guess it was all worth it then  Dabi: Do tattoos scare you

You: i was gonna ask cause there's no way you got only a tongue piercing and nothing else You: stand there with your tongue out

Dabi: Shouldn't we at least get to know each other before 😳

You: don't get any ideas  You: i don't intend to fuck u You: ...for now

Dabi: That's a relief, I thought I might have to file a restraining order afterwards 

Mar 14 1:42 PM 

Dabi sent an image. 

Dabi: If u see this guy u can still run the other way 

You: hhh fuck You: are u trying to intimidate me You: how do you have so many tattoos but no bedframe

Dabi: Cut me some slack, I just moved into this place 

You: fair warning i'm not as hot as u

Dabi: Bet 

You sent an image. 

Dabi: Why do women always lie. I thought you were better. I thought you were different

You: 😳 You: i'm actually worse

Dabi: We're such a good match

You: don't get ahead of urself. u r still a guy with no bedframe

Dabi: Please shut up

Mar 14 4:16 PM

Dabi: To be clear I'm not bringing flowers or anything  Dabi: And I'm actually willing to let you pay this time lol 

You: you have such a unique way with words 

Dabi: A bit tight on money rn but I'll pay u back some other way 

You: can we make that the first line in our sextape  You: dw i said it's my treat and i mean it You: does that make you feel emasculated

Dabi: Who would I be to say no to free food tf Dabi: If there's a next time I can take you out for drinks  Dabi: Nothing fancy but an old friend of mine owns a bar downtown and his girlfriend mixes a killer mule 

You: if you're gonna poison me after gaining my trust over my favourite food i will be incredibly sad 

Dabi: Give me some credit here. I'm trusting u to not rat me out to law enforcement 

You: you're giving me ideas You: is there a bounty on your head

Dabi: I'm not that important 

Mar 14 9:44 PM

You: so you're just too good to get caught

Dabi: Both flattering and factually correct Dabi: For the record I've never harmed anybody that didn't deserve it 

You: thanks for clarifying  You: i feel so safe now 

Dabi: Anytime  Dabi: If you're having second thoughts lmk before 10 am so I won't spend time getting ready for nothing 

You: 10 am is crazy  You: u r so vain 

Dabi: Alright then I won't 😔

You: i take it back You: be pretty for me

Mar 15 5:30 AM

You: can't sleep 

Mar 15 7:12 AM

Dabi: How the turntables  Dabi: Are you alright

You: yes  You: it's the good kind of sleepless 

Dabi: It's fine if you're having second thoughts, I won't hold it against you at all  Dabi: Just texting like this is nice too

You: fuck no i wanna meet the man behind the screen You: the myth, the legend, the crimelord himself 

Dabi: I'm never showing consideration for ur wellbeing ever again 

You: should've ghosted me before i got attached

Mar 15 9:54 AM

Dabi: Last chance to bail gracefully  

You: you make it so tempting 

Dabi: Getting out of bed then 

You: it's not a bed if it doesn't have a bedframe

Dabi: Shut, and I mean this in the gentlest way possible, the hell your mouth

Mar 15 12:08 PM

Dabi sent a location pin.

Dabi: Is this the place

You: that's the one  You: be there in a few minutes 

Dabi: I'm waiting outside 

Mar 15 12:13 PM

You: omg i think i see u You: im shy

Dabi: U literally have so much blackmail material on me 

You: give me a second You: alright I'm coming over This message could not be delivered.

[moody-alcoholic]

On a Wing and a Prayer

Part 7 - Well This Is Awkward

CW: Angst, mention's of alcohol, mentions of panic attack's, mental health, mentions of injuries, mentions of death.

Did I mention I like medical dramas?

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Your therapist is nice. You’ve been going to her for the past 3 months, you were only supposed to go for a single session. Then the army insisted on more. Johnny was sent home on medical leave a few days after you left. He came to see you and stayed the night. 

The next morning you had to tell him to leave, it just wasn’t the same. 

‘I’ll be staying at the house if you want to visit?’ 

Shit, you forgot about the house. The place you all pitched in to buy, so you all had somewhere to stay when you were on leave. Everyone’s flats are too small to accommodate all 5 of you. Besides, flat hopping everyday across London was expensive. 

‘I’ll talk to John when he’s back.’ All you want back is the deposit. 

“Do you feel guilty?” She asks you. It snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to look at her. 

“No.” You say, she hums. You hate it when she does that. You don’t know why it is a particularly tough session. You just want to go home. “They hurt me. I don't feel guilty about that.” 

“You left the unit though.” Bitch. “It’s okay to feel guilty about that.” 

“Okay fine. I feel guilty about leaving Johnny and Kyle.” You snap back. Anything to get her to sign you off so you can go. You look up at the clock, you still have at least 40 minutes left in this season. 

“Have you got your letter from the university yet?” She asks changing the subject. You nod. After a few weeks of crying on the bathroom floor and drowning yourself in bottles of vodka you decided to get your shit together. 

“That’s good, what's the plan going forward?” 

“I’ll be posted on a base somewhere where I can get hands-on experience in trauma care. With studying on the side.” You say without going too much into the complications. 

“So the army is actively helping you, that's good.”  

“Yeah I think they’re willing to do anything so long as I don’t sue them.” You scoff under your breath. She hums.

You don’t know how true that is, maybe it’s just something you tell yourself so you don’t feel so conflicted over how accommodating they’ve been. They’re paying your uni bills and even got you one some army teaching program aimed to fast track you through the ranks. 

“What about Kyle and Johnny? Have you heard from them since you spoke to them last?” Fucking bitch. You sigh, turning away from her. The last time you spoke to them was almost a month ago. They text you from time to time, try to call you. 

You’ve ignored them, so much that you feel like anything you say to them will just be meaningless. 

“Yeah, they’re deployed.” You lie. She smiles. You look back up at the clock. 

30 minutes to go.

______________________

Iraq is hot. That you expected but the hospital’s electricity is sketchy at best. You have to keep the air-con off to make sure the ventilators don’t cut out. The US built this place, you’re only supposed to be here for another week at least before you’ll move again. 

As soon as the electric is fixed it will be handed over to the UN to run, until then it was getting a dry run as a combat hospital. Lots of blown off limbs and bullets to pull out people. Lots of death. 

You told Johnny and Kyle where you were going when you got your placement. You’re trying to patch things up with them after basically leaving them on read for almost 3 months. Your therapist said it would be a good thing to do. 

The sun is setting, you're sitting outside watching as it touches the top of the distant mountains. The place is busy, friendly forces are still pretty much living here. It’s the only safe zone in this part of the desert, why the UN wanted a hospital out here you’ll never know. 

Something about re-urbanisation of previously controlled territories. You don’t care, you're here to pull bullets out of people and save lives. Other than your mentor-Dr. Sands-you’re the only other doctor on the base. Doctor is a loose term, you’re technically still a student, but you ace all your skills labs, and the army is begging for help apparently. 

You let out a breath, finishing the rest of your drink and getting up and pulling your white lab coat on. 

“Well, fancy seeing you ‘ere.” You hear a familiar thick accent behind you. You turn to see Johnny standing behind you. 

What the fuck.

You’re hugging him before you can stop yourself. You see Kyle, John and Simon stood behind him. They’re all geared up, weapons slung over their chest or back. 

You thought you would feel something when you saw them. Maybe you'd want to run, scream, cry, anything. You feel nothing, just numbness.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“Oh you know, Shepherd says jump, we say how high.” he says nudging you, it makes you smile and you shake your head. 

“Finally going for the MD?” He asks, pointing at the student doctor tag on your coat. 

“Yeah well, you like putting bullets in people. I like pulling them out.” 

“Oh yeah not even the occasional love tap?” He jokes, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Only the bad guys.” You reply. You look up at Kyle who’s smiling. Then John and Simon. 

“You look good.” John says. 

“Yeah well that’s what 6 months of therapy will do to you.” It’s bitter, harsher than you expected it to be. It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him in 6 maybe 7 months. He hasn’t changed a bit. He still smiles at you, his body language open, his hands on his hips. 

Simon stands with his arms crossed, his presence is looming, making hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

“It’s good to see you again.” Kyle says, you nod at him. 

“Oh when we’re back we should catch a bite to eat.” Johnny says enthusiastically, moving away over to Kyle. 

“You can tell us what to avoid in the mess.” Kyle adds. You smile again. You go to open your mouth but your pager beeps. You look down at it. It’s the doctor. 

“Yeah, when you’re back, come find me.” You say turning into the building. 

“Stay safe!” Johnny calls.

“Yeah you too!” You call back pulling your radio off your hip. When you make it through the door you squeeze your eyes closed for a second and let out a long breath. 

Now you hate this hospital even more. 

______________________

It’s dark out now. You look over at the clock and it's almost midnight. You’re sat at the nurses station listening to them talk about whatever drama is going on in the next base. You still can’t believe you ended up in the same base as 141. 

They’ll be gone soon, even Johnny seemed surprised, maybe he thought you’d be gone by now. Now you have to eat with them at some point. Johnny and Kyle at least.

The doctor left an hour ago to go to another base for a surgery. You’re used to this taking the night shifts. Normally you just sleep and get woken up a few times for the nurses to ask for medication changes. You’ve only ever had one trauma come in at night and the doctor was there to help you with the limited night time staff. 

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t, you were restless trying to think about what they were doing here? Who were they after? How long would they be here? At least at the nurses station you can listen to the nurses and let their gossip distract you. 

The red trauma phone rings. For a second you think it’s a joke, it’s the normal phone. Nope, the red light is flashing on it. You stand up picking it up. 

“Trauma.” You say.

“Got one incoming, ETA 15 minutes. GSW to the chest, breathing unconscious. 30 year old male.” You hear an American voice say as you write it down. You don’t have time to worry or be nervous. This is what you live for, you let the adrenaline pump through you. It clears your mind as you take down the information. 

“Copy, what’s the name?” 

“Riley.” Your heart stops.

“Say again?”

“Riley, Simon Riley.”  

It feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. You’re squeezing the phone in your hand, the pen has fallen to the floor. You look over at the nurses already pulling gowns on and getting into position in the resus bay. 

You don’t even register saying copy and putting the phone back. You turn away from the nurses braising yourself on a filing cabernet. 

Simon’s shot. All you can see is his face, his body covered in blood. He’s always so careful, he’s always the one dragging people out the field not getting shot. Something must have gone horribly wrong. 

You weren't there. He’s shot and you weren't there to save him. 

You suck in breaths of air, the adrenaline isn’t helping now. 

“Doctor?” You hear one of the nurses call. You turn to look at them, you have to keep it together. 

“Page the doctor.”

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[waterkittywriting]

Arguing with Mori

Warnings: Mori in general, hitting, he's a lil possessive yk, age gap (reader is 18/19, Mori is 40), he's a bitch, not proofread, kinda unhealthy relationship

Characters: Mori Ougai

A/N: this is the only thing I can bring myself to write bc I've been obsessed with Mori recently. Sue me. This is heavily inspired by a scene in Lolita 1997 because that movie is fucking relatable and it's all I can think about recently.

"Alright, that's it."

The car screeched noisily as Mori pulled over, thankful for the relatively empty roads making it an easy task. You two had been fighting over something stupid - but you made it just a little too serious with that last comment.

"You want to disrespect me in my own car? Then get out. You can walk home yourself. I don't care." He hissed.

It was pouring out, and there was even some thunder. It was about 3 miles till you got home, not too long in the car but to walk? It would be terrible. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, staring at him with disbelief in your eyes. "It's 9pm, pouring rain, and you're gonna make a teenage girl walk home alone? Are you trying to get me killed you dickhead?!"

"I'm not making you do anything. All I want is a simple apology and we can drive home normally, and pretend this didn't happen." He leans back in the driver's seat, taking his hands off the steering wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You screamed. "Like actually, what is wrong with you?! You say you love me then all you wanna do is fuck! And when we have a normal argument, like a normal couple, you lose your shit and do things like this!" You were going to continue, but you were cut off by the most menacing look you'd ever seen him direct at you. You'd seen that face before, of course, directed at nosy subordinates or people who were doing him wrong, but never at you. Never at you.

You stop talking and move to unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to leave the car, but Mori stops you by wrapping a single hand around both your wrists, pulling them towards him before you could even unbuckle. "I thought you wanted me to leave." You snarled.

"Quite the contrary, dear. I would love for you to stay, but if you're going to keep acting like a little brat I might just shove you out of the car myself." He says smoothly, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Oh, so now you're holding me captive? You're a kidnapper and a creep? I mean seriously, what forty year old man dates-" you're cut off by a harsh slap on your cheek and a stinging sensation as he lets go of your wrists and sighs heavily, resting his elbow on the center console and his forehead in the palm of his hand. "God, you make it so difficult to love you sometimes."

You can't help it. Your lip starts to quiver and you start wailing as you turn around and shove the car door open, pushing yourself out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You begin to run away, you're not sure where you're going but you need to get away. Away from him. You're followed by the sounds of him calling your name and the door of his car opening and closing.

You don't look behind you but you know he's running after you, you can hear his footsteps and the heavy breathing until he finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him from behind. By now you're both absolutely soaked in rain water, your clothes sticking to your skin and against his as he holds you there.

You turn around so you can sob into his chest, choking and coughing out apologies into his wet jacket. Eventually he leads you back to the car, opening your door for you and buckling your seatbelt.

Once you're both buckled and in the car you're silent. Neither of you can bring yourselves to say anything. You know he's not going to apologize for hitting you no matter how guilty he may or may not feel. He never apologizes, he just brings you designer purses and beautiful makeup the next day and it's enough to get you to forgive him. It always is.

[radioisntdead]

I have an idea.

Mom susan and daughter are reader

How about the reader tries to introduce her husband to her mother??

Good evening my dear! I wanted to see a Susan and Alastor in-law showdown and I wrote a drabble and then some headcanons, so I hope you don't mind, but if you do just let me know and I can replace Alastor with another requested character or an oc or something,

The mother in-law

Susan & daughter reader, Alastor x female reader

Warnings!!

Cannibalism, violent elderly, implied Violence AGAINST the elderly in the headcanons mostly, Susan invading boundaries, Alastor gets insulted by Susan, Reader needs a drink, poorly drawn Cat Alastor in a suit, OOC characters, not proofread, does anyone know a replacement for Grammerly??

Alastor made the most of falling to eternal damnation, seeing it as a new opportunity,

He become an overlord, a cannibal, the feared Radio demon,

It was shocking enough to him that he had met you, and while it did take awhile and a long long friendship he did end up realizing he had feelings for you, a sweetheart of a cannibal, who worked with his dear friend Rosie and asked to court you in the gentlemenly way, with a bouquet of seven roses and a kiss on your hand, He was the happiest lil' deer in all of hell.

He'd take you dancing, you'd do something like reading or taking a nap as he did his radio broadcast, the two of you would go on walks,

It was bliss

Unfortunately or fortunately depending how you look at it, Alastor disappeared for seven years taking you with him, much to the distain of your mother.

During the time away you were wed, it was a small ceremony, only the two of you and the fucked up cat thing that looked strikingly like Alastor you adopted as your witness.

Anyways with the sudden seven year disappearance and marriage, he never got to formally meet his mother in law that you've told him so much about,

So once everything was settled and you got to visit your dear mama a couple of times, you decided to finally introduce them,

Unfortunately they already knew each other.

Oh no.

Alastor wore his best suit, he even put that evil radio cat into a suit, you wore a lovely dress that matched the aesthetics of cannibal town [Or an exact copy of Alastor's regular suit if you wanna give Susan a heart attack]

He walked arm in arm with you to the cannibal town home your mother lived in, and from the moment the door was opened there was only one thought on his mind.

Oh shit it was Susan, you were the daughter of the Ornery old bitch,

How was someone like YOU related to SUSAN??

Were you adopted? You had to be, he refused to believe that old lady had spawned you in any type of way, maybe she picked you up off the street?

Susan grabbed your hand pulling you in and looking over you, not bothering to greet the radio demon beside you,

"Where have you been I thought you died, Why are you with the guy with the shitty haircut that looks like someone went at him with a fucking hedge trimmer"

"Mama I visited you last week,"

Susan questioned immediately as you laughed nervously, barely two seconds in and she had already insulted Alastor,

you look over to Alastor who stood awkwardly in the door way, waiting to be invited in, the cursed cat in a suit standing by him also waiting to be invited in.

"And apparently you already know my Alasto-"

you were cut off swiftly by Susan squinting at Alastor

"You married the fucking embodiment of red-40?"

Alastor blinked, "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Susan moved to shut the door in Alastor's face but was stopped by you stopping her

"Ma, please, Alastor come on in"

You said gesturing for your husband and the thing to enter, Susan scoffed mumbling about something as she turned around and sped into the kitchen.

Alastor leaned into you, hooking his arm with yours as the messed up cat clone moved around immediately crawling upon Susan's rocking chair.

"My dear it's not too late to leave and dine elsewhere''

"Alastor please, It's just one dinner with my Ma''

"Who's an ornery old-"

"ALASTOR."

It's a very very awkward dinner, Alastor tried to compliment Susan's meatloaf? He got bullied, you did step in to shut that behavior down but that didn't do much, Alastor tried to help wash the dishes after supper? Susan stood over him watching as he washed every plate and each piece of cutlery, judging him.

Susan did not fear the overlord, and you were concerned.

After dinner was finished and dessert was eaten Susan stared both you and Alastor down as you sat on her couch.

"How long have you been married?"

"Six years."

"Where are my grandchildren then?!"

You hold up the mini Alastor, it's tail wagged slowly as Susan looked upon it with a look of disapproval,

"That's a shitty looking rat, is your husband dysfunctional?"

"Ma, can you not- NO, Alastor put away the tentacles she will RIP THEM OFF-''

AND HEADCANON TIME BECAUSE I am not the best at writing action.

You poor soul.

They can't kill each other because you exist,

It's like stopping two toddlers from fighting except one's well over a century old and your married to the other one,

You're an unpaid babysitter I'm so sorry

Alastor was raised to respect woman and the elderly but he is very close to attacking Susan

He can't do much because he doesn't want to get into trouble with Rosie because attacking one of her cannibals no matter who it is, was a whole can of worms he rather not open, and also she was unfortunately your mother,

He's questioning that, like after this dinner expect him to sit you down and just start throwing questions, like how?

He liked Susan's meatloaf well enough, he could live without it though,

Susan runs into him randomly on the street? She asks if she has a grandchild yet, no? He's getting attacked with the cane and asked if he cannot perform properly Violence on the ace deer

She tries to convince you to leave him and tried introducing you to a random cannibal she pulled off the street, but she stopped after you got upset at her.

Assuming you live at the Hazbin hotel with Alastor Susan visits, she somehow got a key to the room you and Alastor shared so you could be sleeping and Susan pops in swinging her cane, dropping lore

Alastor lives in mild fear, he's changed the locks, he's put Niffty outside the door as security,

Susan always GETS IN.

You have boundaries with her but she breaks them and your working on getting her to stop,

It becomes a hotel wide situation of getting Susan to not break in

She oddly enough likes Angel dust and you use him as a distraction whenever she appears without warning,

You owe Angel several favors.

You are in debt.

Susan eventually grows a fondness for the freak grandchild, she gets clothes, dresses him up and calls him sonny,

Alastor's not the most pleased but it's better then getting asked if he suffers from certain conditions

They sometimes fight over your time, like he's taking you out on a date and Susan pops in and drags whisks you away for tea or something,

They can't do much aside from verbal Insults and glares, but they did get into a physical fight, Alastor got hit with a chair, Susan almost got eaten, Alastor sent Niffty on her and she almost got stabbed

You threatened to tell Rosie and they both stopped, thankfully

Susan keeps divorce papers on hand just in case you ever change your mind, she's not afraid to attack an overlord, this woman is down below for a reason and she is FERAL.

If she catches Alastor chompin' down on your arm he's getting whooped with a cane and the both of you are getting a full lecture on if he's doing anything he's not supposed too, and if he is, he needs to go.

Alastor is very adamant that he would never intentionally harm you apparently the BITING DOESN'T COUNT AS HARM???

Dude has a fear of becoming like his father.

They have issues but they agree on things like this,

There's eventually a group meeting about Susan breaking into the hotel and while she's welcome she needs to stop popping in at late hours of the night or at the crack of dawn,

There's a Susan security system set up now.

Susan's never going to fully approve because you'll always be that small child she found on the side of the streets long ago to her and no man, woman or whatever is going to be good enough for her little girl, but she'll put up with it, she knows that while Alastor isn't the best person it could be worse.

She eventually respects your boundaries, yay!

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I hope you liked whatever this was, I'm slowly working though requests! Now it's 3 am and I'm tired, goodnight! Have a cursed cat Alastor in a suit that I drew with my fingers

He looks like a tatortot

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS | (one)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: warnings: no thoroughly edited, EW Ai , character death (nothing to cry about), black/plus sized coded reader, talks of murder, talks of torture, corporate evilness, violence, Mc reads hobi to filth, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), one maknae introduction, maknae helping cause chaos, cigarettes, Yoonie is an angry kitty this chapter, bratty mc, mc is kinda a bitch (a bad one at that), unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday) SMUT— nothing too crazy , choking, sub mc , missionary, mating press , man handling (yummy)

a/n: HEYYY omg this took me so long to write and it's just a little over 2k words... LMAO I suck i know, but we're getting there I pinkie promise. I really hope you all enjoy this and constructive criticism is welcome!!

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2 MONTHS BEFORE JACKS ESCAPE

Kim multimedia station.

The place of business was always busy and there was never not anything to be done, Endless reports and stories in need of being written, the podcast teams always chattering about the hottest topics.

KMMs was a journalist's dream — your dream.

You were a known face around the company both online and in person. A pretty foreigner who was damn good at her job and that made you favored by the late CEO Kim. You were always hand picked by him to attend press conferences in his favor. He treated you kindly, allowing you into a large world of business pulling strings to get you the best stories helping you— a once broke freshly graduated English major climbing up in the world of reporting.

It's only been three months since CEO Kim passed away and the company was changing fast. You were grateful that you weren't a part of the many that were fired and replaced by new faces and AI, and you were now noticing how low the viewers were on podcasts, social media and blogs.

KMM was dying out very slowly and that meant you might go away with it. You were dedicated to your work, and the company that helped you become the person you were today.

And you were willing to do anything to not be forgotten.

Sleeping was not on the agenda right now.

A quick double tap to a cell phone showed an awfully bright screen reading 4:40 am. You had been lying in your bed mind racing while staring at your wall for the past hour and a half.

Jack in the box.

Rolling out the tangled bedsheets and arms you pull on a large T-shirt that'd been discarded a long with the other items of clothing on the floor shuffling towards the desk in the corner of your room. Laptop already open from your previous research when you pull out a pack of cigarettes from your drawer before plunging deep into the web. Your mouse clicks every site as your pen moved furiously taking in all the information you can about said serial killer.

“On May 14th, 2018 Serial Killer Jack In The Box was finally caught after a murdering spree in Seoul. The killings of ordinary outgoing individuals taken with a quick swipe of a knife and a long torture method.”

"Before his kills Jack likes to taunt his victim. He ironically sends them a Jack in the box to let them know they're next. The next few days said victim lives in constant fear, looking over their shoulder, leading the mostly known outgoing victim to slowly isolate themselves from loved ones in fear of them being hurt, eventually this leads to insomnia and in some cases hallucinations and histera. Then Jack disappears for a while making them think they're finally okay and he's gone until he wasn't."

The scoff that left your lips echoed through the quiet room, breathing out the nicotine smoke from your Cancer stick.

So Jack was an antisocial loser and took out his lack of social skills on people who could.

"No one knows of Jack's real identity. Police have reported that the man has lived many lives and has owned many faces for the past 11 years. Reporters have tried their hardest for the past 4 years to get a one on one interview with the man but unfortunately he refuses to talk only resorting to violence."

A reporter says he went for a handshake and left with two missing fingers.

Another says he watched the man bang his head on the wall hard enough to bleed when he asked the murderer's real name.

A broken arm??

“Fuck” you huff flicking the ash at the butt of your cigarette. You stare at the mugshot photos supplied at the end of the article. Dark wide eyes, shaggy black hair falling over his forehead, the piercings sticking from the bridge of his nose eyebrow and top lip.

The look definitely screams psycho but…. he was kinda hot. It took everything in you not to go and click the endless fanfiction that you stumbled upon.

A pair of warm lips press onto your shoulder causing you to jump. Turning to look over your shoulder at the shirtless sight of Kim Namjoon.

“We have to be up in four hours, baby, come back to bed.”

You hum into his embrace with a pout stubbing out the cigarette into the pink ashtray beside your computer. “Did you know Jack went through eight lawyers? Until one day he randomly called Kim Seokjin. That high profile guy from the law firm we're partnered with? they must know each other”

Though Namjoons attention was not on the words that were leaving your mouth. Hands wander all over your body while placing kisses on your neck, and cheeks.

“He literally bit the finger of the last reporter clean off. Like do you know how much force you have to put into that? I think he reads too much gothic liter—”

Cutting you off with a quick grab of your jaw turning your head to connect his plump lips to own. Pulling away with a cheeky dimpled smirk, “I’m not sure how I feel about you talking about another man.”

“Well you shouldn't feel any type of way because you aren't MY man.”

You squeal when you're lifted up from your chair and throw over a broad shoulder. He huffs when he throws you onto the memory foam comforter, your (his) shirt lifting up your thighs exposing your bare cunt. Immediately his big body was hovering over you as he slightly pressed his body weight onto you.

“Get off you dick” pushing and smacking his tan shoulders but that did nothing for you at this moment. “Well I'm trying to put it in you.”

He bullies your legs up over his shoulders as he taps his hard piece against the wetness between your thighs. “If something happens to me during this case I swear” choking on your words as he slowly but surely presses his thick head into your cunt.

“Fuck — may the man himself strike me down.”

Hand reaching to grip your throat smashing your lips together. Luckily your mind left the thoughts of the serial killer , the only thing on your mind right now was Namjoon and his ridiculously large cockm

It wasn't weird for you to obsess over your assignments to the point where it was all you thought about. Everyone does that.

Though this one you couldn't seem to finesse your way out of. Without the help of the late Kim you'd have to pull your own strings to get what you wanted and now that Namjoon was in charge he loved making your life harder.

“Y/n.”

Your head snaps up from your laptop hand stalling from moving on your notepad face to face with gorgeously pale Detective Min Yoongi.

“Yoonie” you smile, motioning for him to sit in front of you. He looked different from when you last saw him all the months ago, more tired and cat- like you guessed it was from the heavy responsibilities that came with the position as Chief of Seouls police department

“Did you just call to look at me?”

“Sorry it's just been . . a while” you push the large Iced Americano towards him as a peace offering. He gladly accepted it with an amused raise of an eyebrow, “You know I just wait for your call.”

“The phone works both ways” you internally wince , you sounded like an estranged father talking to his child.

“What do you want?” A frown spread across your face and lips, shutting your laptop. “I can't call an old friend for a friendly coffee date.”

You waited for his answer as he took his time generously drinking from his plastic cup. With a smack of his lips he sat the cup down leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You only call me ‘Yoonie’ when you want something” eyes scanning over the scatter of papers and notes taking up your side of the table.

“This must be serious”

Hands going to clasp under your chin you sigh, cutting the bullshit. “Three years ago you were the lead investigator on the Jack in the box case which brought you from rookie detective to Chief of police.”

“I was wondering if you could help old friend out tell me what you know about-”

“No.” He cuts you off with little to no thought.

“No? Why not? This isn't our first rodeo Min”

There were plenty of times Yoongi helped you with stories without a second thought. He'd give you case files, witnesses, and anything you needed but why not now?

“Anybody but him”

You scoffed at him, irritation rising in your body. “I need this story not anyone else.”

“Well I can't help you, princess.”

“That's bullshit!” Your voice raises causing a couple people around you to turn their attention towards the two of you. He stood up, chair scraping the floor, slamming a few dollars on the table. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Turning on his heel he leaves you sitting there in your slowly growing rage. You quickly hopped from your seat chasing after him, managing to catch up with his long strides. “Yoongi slow down dammit”

He twirls around grabbing onto you by your arm, “Who gave you this story.

“Namjoon he-” you whine as his grip tightens on your arm as his eyes slit. The angry red scar on his face makes his angry stare look even more intimidating. “You don't understand how dangerous Jack is. Just because he's behind bars doesn't mean he won't have people on the outside that will whack you for being a nosy reporter.”

He softens his hold, lifting his hand to rub your cold cheek. “If something happens to you. . .” He shakes his head letting you go.

“Sit this one out Y/N I don't want to see you in our precinct mortuary.” with that he walks away disappearing into the crowd.

You sniff doing the walk of shame back to the Café sitting back in your seat with your head in your hands

Detective Min Yoongi.

“Excuse me Ma’am” the blonde barista came over holding a box of blueberry doughnuts which happened to be your favorite. “It's on the house.. everyone saw your fight with your boyfriend, manager said this might help cheer you up.”

“Oh! Thank you but he wasn't my boyfriend, just a work colleague.” You tried to defend yourself but the sympathy in his eyes only grew so you accepted the treat with another thank you. “What is your name? I've never seen you here before.”

A soft brightens his pretty face, eyes scrunching slightly adding to the prettiness of his face. “Park Jimin, Ma’am.”

MEANWHILE

The buzz of the electrically wired door opening didn't alert the man that stayed deep in the corner of his cell. “Long time no see.”

“Why now?” the visitor asks, “After all this time you choose now.”

He giggled, the haunting sound bouncing off the walls. “Did you bring what I asked for”

The visitor threw the pictures and the box of cigarettes into the cell. “Answer my question.”

“It's been three longgg years.” He finally answered, moving from his corner to pick up the photos. “Tell me is she this gorgeous in person?”

“Just for her?”

“And I need to stretch my legs” he laughs louder this time the high pitched sound echoed even through the thick steel door that kept him locked in tight.

Jack was ready to play more games

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

[neptunes-sol-angel]

What is your healing era giving? Pick the pile(s) that you're drawn to the most then scroll down for their corresponding message.

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Pile One

You’re shocking people with the ways that you are healing yourself. What they see as they witness your transformation, is the walking embodiment of a high priestess, the keeper of knowledge and a vessel of magnificent secrets. Who you are, in this healing era that you are in, is an enigma that won’t be locked away or censored. The way that you’re healing is spiritually ancestral. You possess the kind of wisdom that isn’t gained from age, it’s inherited. You’re a generational curse breaker, someone in your bloodline who finally recognizes a poisonous pattern in your family with the strength to be the one to not consume it. You’re observant, you’re emotionally intelligent, and you have a mind of your own even when growing up in an environment that was meant to control you, this era is making you embrace the thorns in your roses. You’re becoming the modern-day Joan of Arc by having more self-conviction even when being outnumbered by people trying to convince you out of what you know to be true. You’re healing the perception of purity and time in not just yourself but others too. If you grew up sheltered with a family relative that infantilized you with malicious intent to keep you dependent on them, your healing era is helping you break out of those barriers that kept you from making choices to improve your happiness, success, and progression. You’re no longer afraid of getting hurt or “tainted” in this world, you’re living for yourself and what makes you complete. Learning feels like freedom now because fear is no longer your teacher. Don’t feel down about being a late bloomer because it is better to be late than never, there may be people in this pile who approaching their 30s/40s and feel like they haven’t accomplished anything, but your healing era is reminding you that it is never too late. People forget that youth is ever flowing, you can’t flourish by remaining stagnant because of how you think you should be to achieve something. Don’t underestimate how massive things can change for you when you believe in how capable success is, as you already are. Your healing era is a correcting history, you won’t be burned at the stake this time, you’re going to be walking through fire by knowing that the secret power is to just keep moving.

Pile two

Immediately, I’m hearing “tuh...”. Yeah! This era in your healing journey has been long overdue, but at last bitch, it’s here. Speaking of bitch, you’re finally understanding that you’re THAT one, and you shouldn’t be humble about it anymore. Your enemies knew this before you did though, and of course, they had to attempt to knock you down a peg to make themselves feel better. This goes beyond people simply trying to make it seem like you’re not attractive when you are or people noticing your light but pretending not to see you until they get the validation from other people to do so. Your healing era is very much like this video I saw where people are like “it ain’t that deep” and this girl said, “okay puddle, I’m the ocean”, you’re realizing that yes, you cannot control the people that act crazy towards you because of their insecurities, but you can control and make it known about what you will not allow, and this is about your personal day-to-day interactions with people, like not keeping it in about the things that offend you and constantly giving grace to people who know that they’re exhibiting petty behavior to disrespect you. To stop trying to make “IDGAF” wars happen when you know that you actually do care about things, and it’s okay to do that regardless of what society thinks is cool nowadays. Your healing era consists of a makeover in love by no longer settling for shallow relationships or the utter thought of a situationship when you know that you want to be romanced and catered to like a deity. You’re bulldozing so much of who or what isn’t supportive for what you need as a person, and you aren’t afraid to do it because you now know your worth and that you have the tools to build everything over and this time in your image. Your social circle is improving, your experiences in loving others and being loved is improving, finances improving, and your skin might even be improving because this entire era of your healing is like one huge detox, you’re clearing out the toxicity out of your inner world. The words that debilitate your self-esteem, the people that say you can’t do something like starting your own business or going for that one opportunity that may get you to that amazing breakthrough, negative people and habits that make you believe the worst about yourself or that your life won’t get any better. Your healing era is about your life becoming the royal throne made to match the royal person such as yourself.

Pile Three

“You have a natural allegiance to losers and it’s unlike you”. Your healing era has a lot to do with removing yourself from situations that put you out of character. You’re moving towards more peaceful times and understanding how valuable your own energy is with an elevated fondness for spending time with yourself. You’re going to experience the kind of solitude that isn’t a punishment, but a strange feeling that may take some time to adjust to but at the same time, it’s familiar. Your healing era is about returning to normal and unlearning from the experiences that have left swords in your back. Maybe you grew up around “love”, your family and upbringing didn’t have to be perfect, but there was this innocence that you had before being out in the real world, this can look like experiencing emotionally unavailable people with communication issues and situations that have desensitized you. You could be questioning yourself about the people that are currently making you feel out of place right now, wondering what’s keeping you in these spaces that make you feel deprived of something or this paradox of still feeling empty and alone in a room filled with people. You’re healing from these effects of experiencing deficits, you don’t have to put up with certain things just to prove yourself to others or to make space for someone who doesn’t deserve to be in your life. How people perceive you in your healing era is someone who is genuinely unbothered and no longer giving your all to a situation that is unrequited. They see you full of life again instead of depleted from always putting yourself below others. They also see you essentially as someone that they can no longer exploit. You could be more private now, so it leaves others curious as to what you’re up to. You’re truly moving in silence because you’re noticing how beneficial it is to protect your intimate and professional life, people can act like they’re concerned about you or like they’re supportive until they see that you are doing better than them or up to something big. You’re focused on yourself, and it shows how much you’re manifesting your goals and even though looks aren’t everything, people are finding you to be majestically beautiful, your peace looks good on you. Keep protecting it.

[olivianyx]

WAKE UP CALL CUS Y'ALLS THICK ASS SKULLS NEED IT

⚠️ tough love rant, I prob won't be nice to y'all atp, swearing ⚠️

Y'all better stop asking others to manifest for you. Like wtf? You're the fucking creator. Tf are you asking to create it for the creator?? You're God. Just stop whining and complaining. Omfg just stop. Who said you can't manifest? Who said you can't have all the things you desire?? Nobody but you. Like aren't you stupid asshole just tired of that shitty life you're living?? How long are you gonna fucking live this life? It doesn't even benefit you, and you dumbass just keep complaining and thinking about the same old story again and again, and are repeating the same shit again in the 3d 🤦‍♀️ but still would go on complaining and complaining. Who's the ultimate power in here? YOU.

If you don't keep your thoughts in check and change your reality, who else will? You think a prince Charming or Flynn rider or Marilyn Monroe or mulan will walk into your life and change your entire destiny?? Gross. You're the one in charge and you should work on your mind set. You are the ultimate problem. And with this mindset you're never going anywhere but stay in the same loop until fAtE decides what's gonna happen to you. BULLSHIT. You only gotta work on your mindset alone. Like you don't have to climb the goddamn mount Everest or run 40 miles or do 1000 pushups a day to change yourself. Tf, you only just need to ignore unwanted thoughts and feed in thoughts which is favourable and live in the end, keep yourself fulfilled, that's it. No more bullshit.

Is it that hard?? Like just switching a thought with something favourable is hard? Bitch don't gimme that shit anymore. Trust yourself and move on. You are the only problem here. You don't focus on improving yourself and tell others to manifest or affirm for you. Like tf??? Why tf would you give free will to someone else that's not you? Why do you trust that person so much that you don't trust yourself? Nobody's gonna come with you till the end. Everybody and everything is a chapter and it'll keep moving forward, and you'll still be left behind still figuring out what went wrong.

STOP. JUST. STOP. STOP WITH THAT AND DECIDE THAT YOUR DESIRES ARE HERE AND EVERYTHING IS GOING ON IN YOUR FAVOUR.

Even if you're doing everything and nothing is working out, you haven't fulfilled yourself internally and just forcing the 3d to change. Wtf? You know the 3d obeys the 4d, then why are you inducing disgusting thoughts in the 4d and expect something like a miracle to happen in the 3d?? Make it make sense. You dumb dip shit, I'm gonna slap you in your dreams. I mean you're really dumb. Like just think whatever you want is already yours and it is. Cus the 3d should obey. Like whatever tf you want to happen is possible. Everything is possible. You ugly ass bitch just stop with that complaining and just go do whatever you want to change your thoughts.

Just fucking decide that whatever you want is already yours. It doesn't matter at all. The past doesn't matter at all. What you did 10 years ago doesn't matter. What you did 5 months ago doesn't matter. What you did 4 minutes ago doesn't matter. Only now exists. No past, no future. Just the present moment and that motherfucking concept called time doesn't fucking exist so stop stressing about that shit. Just decide. Bitch just decide that you just have what you want and the past doesn't matter. Just fucking be as if you already have it, don't stress about it. Suppose you have your phone with you, do you affirm for it everyday that it's yours? Or visualize? Hell no. Your phone is just yours. How do feel about it? Actually you'd feel nothing, you just KNOW it's yours. The same concept here you absolute idiot.

If you forgot to do sats, or you didn't affirm or if you wavered 3 minutes ago, or you had negative thoughts, like bitch those things don't matter as long as you come back to the track. It doesn't matter. Stop fucking stressing about methods or affirming. You already have it. Get that shit into your skull. I don't care what you do, I want y'all to start it today, start now. Just decide that's it. You're so dumb that you don't even make mental efforts that lead you to experiencing miracles dumbass. You're like really really dumb that I'm done. Like gimme a break.

JUST FUCKING DECIDE LIKE RN THAT YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT, AND WHATEVER YOU'RE STRESSING ABOUT DOESN'T MATTER.

YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR DESIRES BITCH.

Like why would you assume that nothing is changing?? There's always movement and you dumbass don't notice it. Even if you see that there's no movement, that's because you idiot assumed there wasn't any. You gotta take matters in your own hand you dip shit. Don't fucking get triggered by the 3d cus it's just your older thoughts and nothing else. Your new thoughts that you focus on should also be reflected in the 3d like instantly. There's no time in between, like really fuck that shit. The minute you affirm, it's already manifested in the 4d bitch. You don't gotta stress at all you dumb ass. The 4d is the ultimate reality. You just gotta be fulfilled here. How? By LIVING AS IF YOU ALREADY HAVE IT OR LIVING IN THE END. The 3d will catch up as you remain fulfilled in the 4d, like almost instantly. Is this a harder concept to understand?? For example, you wear a green dress and look in the mirror, you see the reflection wearing green dress too. Cus it's a fucking mirror and it shows you what you wear. Suddenly you wanna wear a purple dress, and you change your dress and look in the mirror and the mirror shows you purple dress cus you're wearing it. THE SAME FUCKING CONCEPT HERE. THE GREEN DRESS IS THE 4D AND THE MIRROR IS THE 3D. YOU CHANGE THE 4D (DRESS) FIRST IN ORDER TO SEE DRESS YOU'RE WEARING IN THE MIRROR (3D). HOWEVER, YOU GOTTA CHANGE THE DRESS TO SEE THE CHANGE IN THE REFLECTION. What y'all do is, go fucking break or beg the mirror to show you that you're wearing a purple dress when infact you're still wearing the green one 🙄🤦‍♀️ and complain that it's not showing what you want. Like which planet are exactly from?? Like tf is wrong with your dumbass brain?? Make it make sense. Change the dress and go see the changed reflection of the dress.

Just fucking stop with that bullshit and go fucking have whatever you want. You're God. Like what validation do you fucking need?? You're the validation. Your validation is enough. If your desires don't manifest instantly or like in less than a day, then you aren't fulfilling yourself internally. You aren't fulfilled yet. Cus it's impossible for the delay. Time doesn't exist. There's no fucking delay. It should be instant. Like just fulfill yourself, do whatever you think works. Don't go so something someone posted on the internet and complain about not getting results dumbass. You already have it all. You're the main character, so stop behaving like a stray dog.

Peace out <3

[helaenaxyf]

Gold coins

(One shot)

🚨(Aegon x neice reader! - Reader is a brothel madam - horny aegon - smut - p in v -desperate aegon)

Summary : Aegon was out in the streek of the silk hopping to satisfy his needs while being with his friends. Until he meets his neice the owner of the brothel.

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It was night a loud and busy day in the streets of the silk. Many men were packed in a certain brothel as Aegon has went there with his best pals.

They sat in the table ordering wine and drinks and filling their throats with Dornish wine and many more of them.

"So aegon who are you going to fuck?" His men laughed around with him

"Any bitch i see." He gulped his wine in one sip

"Oh? Aegon the dragon cock is desperate aren't you?" His men joked around.

"Hey lady! We want more wine!" His men shouted at a whore

The whore turned to them "The limit is 87 wine. You drank 90."

Aegon eyes darkened "what kind of a brothel has a limit? Were paying you good."

"I could.. tell the madam." The whore said annoyedly

"Go tell you're stupid madam than." His men huffed

The whore walked upstairs annoyedly "madam Y/n they're back again. They want more wine. They've drank over the limit."

You huffed as you got off you're vanity you had applied red lipstick on as you stared at her "didn't you tell them no Linda?"

"I said.. they drank over the limit, and they said i could call you."

You sighed in annoyance. These men...they're more annoying than the northern ones.

"Very well lin. Go back to you're work."

"Thank you madam" she left quickly to do her work

You on the other hand huffed as you ascended the stairs of the brothel looking for the table

You spotted them easily. The loudest ones.

"You said you want more wine?" You walked to the table arms crossed

His men whistled "what a beauty"

You ignored them "you want more wine?" You repeated

Aegon groaned "yes we need more win-" he paused as he stared at you "neice?" He said in a surprised manner

"You're the madam here?" He said with a amused grin

You're lips pressed into a thin line as you looked at You're uncle "so what if I am?"

"Fiesty" he smirked as he looked at you're curves from the revealing red gown you were wearing "how much?"

You're eyes narrowed "how much what?"

"You want more wine? When you're as drunk as a wasted asshole." You said annoyedly as he laughed wastedly.

"How much for a night? A week?" He said as he took out a pile of coins from his pocket.

"For any of my girls it's 20 coins." You said annoyedly

"No no you don't understand how much for you?" He said with a impatient frown

"I'm not for sale." You say angirly he was testing you're patience.

"If you don't comply like a real madam would. I think Rhaenyra would like to know what her precious little duaghter is doing here hm?" He said with a deeper frown.

"You wouldn't dare." You gritted you're teeth

"I would. Now awnswr me. How much?"

"40." You said angirly

"Expensive.." he said with a grin as he took out 40 coins handing them over to you

You quickly counted them before stuffing the money into youre own pouch. Aegon turns back to you, his voice slurred but clear in the sudden silence.

He got up stumbling on his feet as Aegon grabs your wrist, pulling you close with surprising strength for a drunk man. His other hand cups your chin, forcing you to meet his glassy, lust-filled gaze.

"I've paid for a night." He walked to the chambers of the brothel as you said angirly "this is my brothel how do you know the room i picked?"

"Well I get to pick."

"No you don't."

"Yes I did" he pushed you inside a empty chamber

"You're the most expensive whore here." He took you to the bed of the brothel laying you down on you're back.

"I'm a madam not a whore." You said staring at him coldly

His hand moves from your wrist to your waist as he stumbles slightly, the drink catching up with him. "So what do they call you here neice? Silver fuck machine?" He grinned drunkly

"I hope you're worth every dragon. I've never paid this much for a whore before." He said sharply

He reaches out and starts undoing the laces of your dress.

You shivered at his touch you're hands touching his arms

"You're beautiful as a moonlight at night.. " he whispered as he un tied you're bra

He was taking longer than ever. You wanted to get this over with.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" You spitted out

His gaze snaps back to yours, a hint of desire and lust flashing across his face before being replaced by his usual drunken leering. "Paitence neice" He reaches for his belt, fumbling with the buckle as he tries to undo it with shaking hands.

He finally manages to unbuckle his belt and push down his breeches, revealing his drunken arousal. He grunts, grabbing you roughly and pulling you onto his lap, trying to lift your legs around his waist. "Spread you're legs."

You followed his command as you spreader youre legs wide open showing youre wet core

"Wet for me already neice?" He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he tries to position himself between your thighs. He's drunk enough that he's having trouble finding his aim. He grunts, trying to push himself inside, his face contorting with effort and drunkenness.

"Fuck...fucking tight..." He finally manages to slide himself inside, letting out a loud groan as he does so. He starts moving his hips, thrusting up into you with messy, drunken movements

You stared up at the ceiling you're heart racing as you gasped in pleasure

His hands grope possessively at your breasts as he continues thrusting, occasionally slipping in and out of coherent thought. "How many men have had this targaryen cunt? Must be hundreds..." He slams into you harder.

You moaned you're fingers gripping the covers "yes moan for me.." he said as he slammed harder

He pants heavily, his drunken mind racing with jealous thoughts as he imagines countless faceless men having you before him. He wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing gently as he looks into your pale face, his eyes bloodshot and wild. "Answer me, you fucking whore..."

You moaned as he kept thrusting harder

His grip tightens around your throat as he continues to thrust into you roughly, his drunken mind fixating on the question he can't seem to get an answer to. "How many? Tell me! How many men have had you?" He growls, his voice hoarse and slurred.

"Why do you care?" You said in a hoarsed tone as he kept going roughly making you're eyes rolling back

His grip on your throat loosens as he finds your spot, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and aimed as he hits it over and over again "because you belong to me.." he hits you're spot rougher making you gasp as his eyes rolled back in pleasure

"Fuck...you're so tight...so perfect..." He mutters under his breath, his mind clouded with alcohol and jealousy. He leans in close, his hot, alcohol-laced breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to fill you up...make you mine..."

He groans loudly, feeling himself nearing his climax. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulls you down harder onto his thick cock, each thrust becoming more urgent. "Fuck, yes...take it all,neice."

His cock twitches inside you as he empties himself completely

"Damn..." He pulls out slowly, watching as his seed leaks out of you. He suddenly realizes something and smirks drunkenly. "You're not on the moon tea, are you?" He asks suddenly, referring to the contraceptive tea commonly used by highborn women.

You shook you're head panting in pleasure you're chest rising up and down.

His drunken smile widens into a grin as he realizes the implication. "Heavy flow, or light?" He asks, his fingers digging into your hips possessively. "How regular are your cycles?" His mind is racing with drunken thoughts

"What kind of questions..are those?" You panted annoyedly

He chuckles darkly, his eyes glazed over with alcohol and desire. "The kind of questions a man asks when he's just filled his neice with his seed, and she's not on the moon tea," he says bluntly.

He strokes you're belly

His eyes darken possessively. He spreads your legs wider, watching as his seed leaks out again. He strokes your belly softly,

"Well we still have a night.." he says as he gets on bed again

"Fuck...not again..." you huffed

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End

[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 40 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

I really enjoyed writing this chapter and finishing it like this, lmao. Am I a bitch? Yes, and I'm really enjoying it. 😈😈

The next chapter will be published on Wednesday, April 9th. Or maybe Sunday, April 6th? I don't know if I'll have time. However, I won't tell you what will happen in this next chapter, mouahahaha. 😈😈

In any case, I hope you're still enjoying reading it. Only 4 more chapters to go. Thank you for everything. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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Chapter 40

Rhysand lay on his side on the cold floor of his room. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there. Minutes? Days? Months? An eternity?

Mor came to feed him from time to time and tried to get him up. But he didn't eat anything and didn't move.

His gaze was empty, lifeless. He had lost the boldness, the determination, the hope, and the confidence that so suited him. He no longer had any desire. He wanted only one thing: his soulmate, Luxiana. But she didn't want him, and it was his fault.

He had caused all this, he knew it. He deserved for her to reject him, but... He had made such a mistake. His skin itched, his chest burned, his stomach felt heavy, and his eyes were watery. If she didn't want him anymore, what was the point of doing all the things he did? What was the point of saving the world of Hybern if she didn't live in it with him? What was the point of living? Of breathing? If she wasn't by his side when she was his breath of air, his lifebuoy. Because without her, he was drowning.

He was drowning

Cassian had to keep going. He couldn't stop. He ran, he fought, he went out, he drank. He wanted to sleep with other women to take his mind off things, to make Luxiana pay for her rejection, but he couldn't. Every time he got near another woman who wasn't Luxiana, he wanted to throw up. He grimaced and hated himself so much for trying that he shuddered with horror and disgust.

He, too, had lost track of time. His days were now too much alike. He would wake up and fight everything he could while drinking alcohol until he fell into a coma. Then he would wake up hours later and do it all over again. Over and over again.

Alcohol helped silence his thoughts. It kept him from having his soulmate's face constantly in his head. It kept him from hearing her rejecting him over and over again even though he'd told her he loved her.

He had never told anyone. He had never been able to. He was too afraid that if he did tell someone, then they would abandon him. Like his mother had done even though he loved her.

Why was his love never enough? Why was he never good enough for the people he loved to stay by his side? Why did he always screw everything up? What had he done wrong to deserve this? This pain? Why were his eyes watering?

No. No. Alcohol, quickly. He had to drink. He had to drink to stop thinking. He never wanted to think again.

He wanted to turn off.

Azriel was rooted in darkness. Surrounded by it, he never left it. Either way, whether he was there or outside, everything he saw was just as black and dull. And here, in this darkness, he felt better. He was gone, and that was what he wanted. To disappear.

His shadows swirled frantically around him. They had become as mad as he was. They threw themselves at Azriel, striking him everywhere and with all their might. They hated him. How could he let her go? Their soulmate.

Azriel felt himself vibrate all over. He was trembling. He had his fingers in his hair, pulling at it, trying to hurt himself and distract his thoughts from Luxiana. He was walking everywhere, in all directions and on all sides in his darkness. He was walking almost running and hadn't stopped walking since he arrived here. For two months, twelve days, five hours, thirty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds exactly. He was even counting the milliseconds since that day in Hybern's castle. Since she had rejected them.

He couldn't cope, couldn't calm down. He cried, he screamed, he gritted his teeth. He didn't know what to do.

He couldn't take it anymore. He could feel his muscles burning from the trembling he was experiencing, his lungs ached from his spasmodic breathing, his lips were dry from the sheer amount of tears he'd shed. And his heart... His heart felt like it was constantly tearing itself apart.

She rejected him. His soulmate didn't want him. Should he go find her? Should he try to make amends? But Azriel understood that his presence was hurting her too.

His body was racked by a storm. He didn't know what to do. He was in so much pain. He couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

One day, Mor came to pick up all three of them.

She had found them even in the deepest darkness. She had shaken them and forced them to take a shower. She had forced them to eat something when she noticed their pale and thin skin, but they hadn’t been able to swallow anything.

Rhys's cousin was panicked by the situation.

Her friends, her family, were letting themselves die, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She was trying to run the court for Rhys, and she'd had to manage Cassian and Azriel's affairs, too. Because they'd simply stopped working. As if they were already dead.

She had then organized, on behalf of Rhys, a meeting with all the lords of the courts to fight in the future war against Hybern.

She'd tried to plan everything, but she wasn't Rhys, and she knew the other lords wouldn't listen. Not her. Rhys had to do it himself, and she hoped that maybe it would take his mind off things.

At first, the three of them refused to budge. They didn't see the point. Why fight?

"So that Luxiana doesn't suffer more by losing the people she loves in a war," Mor had said then, managing to motivate them enough to dry their tears and get up.

They were in pain but they would fight for their soulmate's happiness even if they weren't part of it.

The time for the meeting with the other lords had arrived. Rhysand sat wearily on one of the seven large chairs placed in a circle around the room. His back was hunched, his gaze vacant, and his skin dull.

Cassian leaned casually, shoulder against the back of Rhys's chair, a bottle of alcohol dangling from his hand. And he took swigs often. He needed it to keep from collapsing.

Azriel was standing on the other side of Rhys, completely surrounded by his shadows, so much so that he looked like nothing more than a ball of darkness with two dull brown pupils emerging from it.

They didn't even know how they kept from running away as terror and anguish ate at every inch of their souls. They were so scared. What if she were here today?

A destructive spark of hope reawakened their bruised hearts a little, hurting them. What if... she had changed her mind about them?

They were lost in doubt, fear, hope, and many other emotions. They couldn't take it anymore. They felt like they were constantly exploding.

They cowardly wanted to run away, but they no longer had the strength. They could barely stand.

Then the meeting began. The high lords appeared one by one in the circle, each in front of a chair. Kallias and Viviane, Helion, Thesan, Beron and Eris, and Tarquin, who glared resentfully at Rhys.

Everyone greeted each other quickly and curtly as they sat down on their chairs.

Then Tamlin and Feyre appear.

Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, between relief and disappointment. She wasn't there. Their shoulders slumped, but... She wasn't there. The flicker of hope fading in their hearts made them die a little more.

A different kind of anxiety from the past few weeks filled their stomachs. Where was she? Why wasn't she there? Was she with someone else? Was she hurt?!

Rhysand vaguely and distantly explained to the other high lords what was happening, that war was near and they needed them to fight against Hybern. But with these two brothers, he only glanced anxiously at Tamlin and Feyre, hoping to get a clue about Luxiana.

They had none.

The other High Lords refused to fight for and alongside humans. Despite the powerful and vigorous arguments of Feyre, Tamlin, and Rhys, they would not change their minds.

Rhys ran a hand over his face. He didn't know what to do. He had no strength left for anything. He thought only of Luxiana and barely saw the grimaces of disgust and incomprehension of the other lords who stared at him, noticing his pitiful state. He was pitiful. He had failed again. He had failed with Luxiana and then here, trying to protect the people she loved.

He glanced at his two brothers, who were as sad, hurt, and anxious as he was. They had to find a way to convince the others, but first they had to know where Luxiana was and if she was okay. They couldn't think of anything else and couldn't focus on anything else.

Rhys then asked the other lords to wait while he and his brothers, Tamlin, and Feyre, left to discuss. They left the meeting room and walked along the long corridor almost to the other end.

"What?" Feyre spat coldly, stopping and crossing her arms as she turned to face them.

"Where is she?" Azriel asked, his voice dull and sad, almost imploring.

Feyre grimaced in anger. "Away from you, and that's what matters. Now we need to convince the other lords." Sharply, she pivoted toward the meeting room door to return.

But Rhysand stepped in front of her, cutting her off. "Please," he begged, his expression infinitely sad. "At least tell us if she's okay. We need to know." Rhys shed a tear in spite of himself. And he fell to his knees. He couldn't take it anymore. "I need her."

Feyre's eyes widened as she took in Rhysand kneeling before her. She glanced at Tamlin, who seemed to realize as much as she did how destroyed he must be to be seen in this position. She then took in the pale, usually dark, skin of the three brunettes. Then she saw their crumpled cheeks, the bottle of alcohol in Cassian's hand, Azriel's low, dull gaze, and the tear on Rhysand's cheek. A hint of pity rose in her. They really did look messed up.

Feyre then remembered that Luxiana had been hurt too, and that it was their fault. However, she couldn't help but feel that pity, but she couldn't push it away. "She'll come," she conceded, her voice softening despite herself.

Cassian, reeling, froze. Azriel looked up as his pupils began to glow with hope. Rhysand sat up abruptly as a mixture of stress and hope washed over him.

"When?" Azriel pressed, grabbing Feyre's arm.

Tamlin reacted instantly, grabbing his wife and pulling her towards him, forcing the Illyrian to let go. "We don't know, so don't touch her."

"Why isn't she here already? Where is she?" Cassian asked, his voice hoarse and burnt with alcohol. He was dying of worry now.

Feyre breathed sympathetically. No matter how hard her best friend tried to hide it, she was unhappy. And while it was their fault, the Illyrians were just as unhappy. Still, things weren't getting better. "She..." she hesitated. "She left with Keydan, Jasper, and Jurian."

The three Illyrians' hairs stood on end as they stretched out to their full length.

“Where?” Cassian insisted curtly.

Feyre and Tamlin exchanged doubtful glances. Feyre shrugged. "She..."

"It's none of your business," said a cold voice from down the hall.

Everyone jumped when they recognized the voice.

Luxiana.

They turned away from the meeting room to see her walking towards them, surrounded by Jurian and two men the three Illyrians didn't know.

“Luxiana,” Rhysand breathed almost inaudibly as she arrived in front of them.

Cassian took a sip from his bottle, studying the cold, expressionless face of his soulmate as she looked at them. His heart ached. She had rejected him. He didn't want to think anymore.

Azriel clenched his fists and clenched his teeth until his bones were breaking. Jurian and the one she wanted to make proud, Keydan, were there. They had gone off to who knew where with HIS soulmate. It should have been him, but they had messed up, and she didn't want them anymore. He shook his head, trying to come to his senses, and then finally noticed the scratches that covered HIS wife's cheekbone, forehead, and jaw.

His eyes widened. She was hurt.

Instinctively, he examined her completely in panic and jumped when he saw scratches on her bare arms and legs. She was wearing a black lace skirt, short in the front and long in the back, and a black leather corset. Azriel's blood boiled. One, if she had been better dressed, she could have avoided these kinds of scratches, and two, she was beautiful. She had made herself beautiful, and it wasn't even for him. Because she didn't want them anymore.

He looked down again. His body ached with the desire to heal her, the need to hold her, but he couldn't. She wouldn't want to. He took a step back, ducking his head to hide his trembling chin.

"Where have you been?" Cassian growled, his face contorted with anger.

Luxiana could barely concentrate. She had just absorbed one of the last books she

had written. She was far too busy trying to manage the surge of power flowing into her, eating away at her heart and soul even more.

She quickly noticed the state of the three Illyrians, emaciated and tired, but she felt almost nothing. A mixture of stern satisfaction, sadness, and regret seized her heart. But it was only a glimmer. A faint glow surrounded by a shell of ice and struggling not to go out against the gust of frozen wind that was battering her.

Only one more book before she felt nothing. She closed her eyes, relieved as much as she could. She wasn't going to be in pain anymore.

Jasper began to look back and forth between the three Illyrians and Luxiana. They looked exactly like the image they had of themselves. And judging by Luxiana's suddenly closed face, these guys were indeed his soulmates who had abandoned her. He turned his eyes to Keydan and, judging by his tight face and tense muscles, he understood this too.

“She told you,” Keydan growled, his voice deep, gravelly, and dry. “It’s none of your business.”

Cassian tightened his grip on the bottle he was holding. He gritted his teeth, making his voice sound like a hiss. "Who do you think you are, talking to us like that?"

Without waiting, and with a quick and sharp gesture, Keydan threw his folded fingers at Cassian, striking the Illyrian's throat directly with his knuckles.

Cassian stepped back, dropping his bottle, which clattered to the ground as he brought his hands to his throat. Choked sounds escaped his mouth as his throat felt as if it had landed deep in his neck.

"Hey!" Rhysand tried to intervene, advancing on Keydan with Azriel. But without flinching or moving, Keydan delivered the same blow to the throats of the other two Illyrians—who were far too weak and exhausted to see it coming or stop it.

They had the same reaction as Cassian, stepping back and widening their eyes.

"POUAHAHAHAHAH," Jasper mocked heavily, pointing at them and laughing heartily. "This is so embarrassing. Boohoo, the losers."

Feyre clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Tamlin, however, didn't hesitate to laugh, while Jurian pursed his lips and looked away.

Tamlin laughed again. "This is Keydan…," he said, pointing to the short-haired man with light blue eyes and a sculpted face on his athletic body. "…and Jasper." Then he pointed to the man with beautiful, glossy black skin, dark brown eyes, and curly black hair. He was thinner than Keydan but just as muscular. "They've been living with me for a while now. I love them."

The three Illyrians' nostrils flared, and their faces flushed with the sudden surge of anger and shame they felt. How dare this man ridicule them in front of their soulmate?

Rhysand eyed the two men with an angry grimace. Should he unleash his power to show them who they were dealing with? No, they were someone close to Luxiana. He didn't want to intimidate them. And besides, he didn't even know if he was capable of it anymore.

Azriel clenched his fists and his teeth, his temples pounding with tension. His soulmate must have found these two men attractive. His soulmate was surrounded by three handsome males, and he wasn't even a part of them. He was still clutching his throat but did nothing but stare viciously at this Keydan. He just wanted to slit the bastard's throat. For what he had just done, for using his soulmate all her life, but especially for the fact that she loved this Keydan and not him.

Cassian couldn't think. He couldn't anymore. He let his anger take over. He walked quickly toward Keydan with a threatening look on his face. Everything was a blur, and his body felt heavy, slow, and painful, but he was going to kill him.

But Luxiana stepped between the two.

Cassion froze under her dark gaze. Then she shifted her gaze to Feyre, ignoring him completely. “How did the meeting go?”

Feyre lost her smile. "It's not over. They're still here. They refuse to fight alongside us for the humans. They don't want to risk losing their soldiers to humans they don't think are worth it."

Jasper grew serious again, letting out a muffled sound of offendedness. "Don't they understand that it will be their world that will be disrupted, and possibly even annihilated, if Hybern succeeds in destroying the wall?"

Jurian took a deep breath, crossing his arms. "The high fae are pretentious and think they can protect their courts if necessary. And they don't care about defending the human realm if it doesn't benefit them."

Feyre grimaced in worry. "We can't convince them. I don't know what to do."

Luxiana felt her heart ache at the sight of her best friend's anguish. She turned her eyes to Keydan, seeking approval in his gaze—as she always did when he was by her side.

Keydan nodded his head up and down once to indicate to her to do what she was thinking.

The three Illyrians' gaze lingered, taking in the interaction between the two with clenched jaws, their pupils flickering furiously between their faces. This Kayden acted as if Luxiana was at his command, and she obeyed him without batting an eyelid or even questioning it. Worse still, they both seemed to understand each other without even speaking, and that had the power to infuriate the three brunettes.

They wanted to kill him. Destroy this man. But they did nothing. Nothing at all. Because Luxiana loved him and not them, and they didn't want to hurt her. Not again.

"I guess I'll have to deal with it then," Luxiana said curtly, stepping around the group to walk purposefully towards the meeting room door.

The three Illyrians glanced at each other before following her with the others, almost running to catch up. What was she planning to do?

Once in front of the door, she raised her leg to crush it with her foot and break the lock. The double doors burst open with a loud noise, crashing against the walls that held them in place. 

Every high lord in the room jumped from their seats. But their most intriguing reaction came when they noticed their new guests. Well, one in particular. Luxiana. All of them turned white in one swift, violent motion at the sight of the witch. Every single one, except Eris, whose eyes began to sparkle.

Luxiana glared at them one by one. "You're all going to fight in this war against Hybern because I order you to, is that clear?"

"But…," Beron tried, his face furrowed and twisted with anger.

Except Luxiana immediately interrupted him, giving him the same cold stare she'd given him the last time she'd made him endure a thousand sufferings. The glare was so violent that he paled even more, falling backward in his seat. "All right," he said shrilly, raising his palm in front of him. "I'll see you at war."

Then he teleported away, leaving Eris behind. Eris pursed his lips and lowered his head to hide his smile. But he said nothing and didn't move.

Luxiana then looked at him and something pure awakened in her chest. Something that almost managed to fight against the rain of ice unleashed in the blonde's heart.

Kallias nodded vigorously with wide eyes, his skin even paler than usual. "Of course we're going to fight." He turned to Viviane, who nodded with him. "That's it. Goodbye." And while avoiding Luxiana's gaze, they teleported elsewhere.

Thesan smirked at Luxiana before leaning forward. "I suppose you leave us no choice, witch. My court will fight by your side. Especially since with you, we can only be victorious."

Luxiana nodded to Thesan, silently thanking him before he too fled.

The three Illyrians scrutinized each other's expressions and reactions with furrowed brows and wide eyes. Just by ordering them, she could force them to fight alongside them. Did they know her? Did they know she was a witch? To be so afraid of her, it seemed like they did.

Tarquin regained his senses as he examined Luxiana. Anger rose in his chest. "What does all this mean?" he asked, pointing at the high lords' reactions. "Did you betray them and steal from them too?"

Luxiana gave him a dark look. She had felt friendship, empathy, and gentleness for him before. She could feel none of that anymore. "I am a witch," she announced without precedent, making the High Lord's eyes widen. "I am the first of the witches and the powerful one among them. I killed every single person in the Winter Court and then brought them back to life to make them understand who I was. I burned Beron inside and out, healed him, and did it again, all without him being able to do a thing. Just to make him understand that he was nothing but a miserable mosquito. So, Tarquin, do you want to remain on the list of High Lords I can tolerate, or do you want to be part of the ones I can't love?"

Tarquin felt the blood drain from his face. They glanced at the three Illyrians who were looking at Luxiana with brows furrowed in a sort of concern. Then he looked at Helion, who had casually sat back down in his seat.

The Lord of the Court of the Day nodded. "Yeah, from what I remember, she didn't know Rhysand, Tamlin, and you, but the rest of us..." He burst out laughing. "...she's traumatized us all in one way or another. Me, for example, she resists me and constantly rejects my advances. Still, you shouldn't make her angry."

Then he returned his eyes to Luxiana, looking her up and down lecherously. He stood up from his chair before walking towards the blonde. He leaned forward, took her hand, and kissed it before looking up at her. "If this is to fight for you, then you know you can count on me." He knelt before her. “I ask you the question as I have before and as I will for the rest of eternity: Will you marry me?."

The Illyrians' eyes widened and their blood boiled. He knew they had no right to be jealous, but they couldn't bear the sight. Cassian threw himself beside Luxiana and violently slapped Helion's hand away from his soulmate, forcing Helion to straighten. "Don't touch her, damn it."

Azriel positioned himself between her and the high lord, clenching his fists at the ends of his arms stretched out at his sides, so much so that they turned white.

Rhysand positioned himself next to Luxiana and crossed his arms to try to hide his ragged breathing.

Luxiana gritted her teeth. Why was it still hurting? It hurt less, but she still felt something. That said, she was a little relieved. She felt less and less emotion.

Helion examined the three Illyrians' reactions with visible curiosity and a wry smile. "Why not?" he asked mischievously.

Rhysand tensed a little more. "Because she's the three of us soulmates." Fuck, he wanted to shout it to the world, and saying it in front of all these people felt so good and so bad at the same time. She was their soulmate, and she didn't want them.

Helion gasped in surprise as Tarquin and Eris widened their eyes and took a step back.

Everyone then turned their eyes to Luixiana to see, with some apprehension, her reaction. But she only looked at Eris with a concerned expression.

With a concerned look? The three Illyrians were looking back and forth between him and her. Why were they both looking at each other like that? Why was even Eris still here when his father was gone?

Azriel could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He didn't like it. This regret they both had on their faces. He didn't like what it might mean. He didn't like it at all. He wanted to kill Eris and Helion. "She's ours, damn it, so don't even try to approach her and get out!"

Luxiana tensed so much that the tension could be seen in her shoulders and on her face.

Helion gave a huge grin. "Wow, I'm jealous. Of you and her. But then... one doesn't preclude the other. I can take all four of you."

"Helion, go the fuck away, now," Rhysand spat viciously.

Helion let out a small laugh before raising his hands in remission. "I'll see you on the battlefield then." Then with a final blink, he disappeared.

Tarquin cleared his throat, trying to recover from what he had just learned. "So I was truly deceived to the end," he said under his breath. "I would fight by your side, without conviction, but I would." Then he left with a sad, downcast look.

And Luxiana felt nothing. She just kept looking at Eris.

A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone detailed the exchange between Luxiana and Eris—who had resumed a simple expression.

"What are you still doing here?" Cassian snarled at the redhead in his raspy voice.

Eris didn't even notice, but Luxiana did. Her blood boiled as she instantly froze Cassian's body with her cold stare. "Watch how you talk to him or I'll rip your tongue out," she threatened so fiercely that Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand had to take two steps back, their eyes wide.

They were speechless in surprise. She had spoken to them with a malice and coldness they had never heard before. Every time they thought she couldn't seem any colder, she would do something to prove them wrong.

Eris took a slow step forward, then another, and finally came closer to Luxiana, standing in front of her. Gently, he placed his hand on the blonde's cheek.

"Don't..." Azriel tried, moving closer before being silenced and stopped by Luxiana's dark, deterrent stare.

So none of the three said anything and had to watch Eris place her hand on their soulmate as if he were used to doing so. As if he had the right to do so. As if the sudden slight blush on the blonde's cheeks indicated that she preferred his touch and not theirs.

They wanted to rip their hearts out of their chests because it hurt so much. So much.

Eris began to stroke Luxiana's cheekbone with her thumb, and he frowned as he studied her carefully. Her eyes were less bright, her dimples hadn't popped out, she wasn't smiling, her blush was less intense, and she didn't shiver at his touch like she usually did. But most importantly, when he listened closely, he could hear her heartbeat. It was slow, whereas whenever she was with him, it beat strong and fast. He winced his nose slightly. "How many other books have you absorbed?"

Luxiana looked away. "It doesn't matter."

"Luxiana," Eris hissed in a commanding tone that made the three brunettes grit their teeth. "That means something to me. How much?"

Luxiana looked back at the redhead, expressing the little regret she could feel anymore. "I only have one more to obtain before I regain my full power."

Eris's eyes widened as he took a step back, his hand letting go of Luxiana's to fall limply back to his side. Then, after examining her for a second, he closed his eyes, his face twisting in sadness.

The three Illyrians didn't know how to react. They had a hard time believing that it was really Eris in front of them. He had never shown so much emotion as now, in front of THEIR soulmate.

"Can I ask what you're playing at?" the redhead asked, suddenly confused. "You told me you'd stop at one, and now I hear you've absorbed two more since last time. Why?" He took a step forward, grabbing the blonde's shoulders. "Luxiana, if you continue, you'll lose everything you are. You'll lose your emotions, your heart, your..."

"It's necessary. I need all my power to defeat Hybern," the blonde interrupted.

"Oh, come on," Eris cried in sarcastic protest. "For one, you and I both knew you could have beaten him with just one of those books, so why absorb them all except to lose your humanity? You promised me you wouldn't do that, damn it."

Something exploded in the chests of the three Illyrians, sending molten lava coursing through their veins, making their breathing quicken, and their muscles tense. But they said nothing. They were only plunged into a permanent state of confusion. What was he talking about? What did he mean by she was going to lose her humanity? They were starting to panic. And above all, how dare Eris yell at their soulmate like that? As if he had any say in what she did.

"And two," the redhead continued, still shouting. "Stop saying it's your power. It isn't. You're not that witch." He lunged at Luxiana and cupped her face with his hands. "You're my Luxi. You're my Luxi, and you're not going to care once you've absorbed this book. You already don’t care too much."

Luxiana's face contorted with a mixture of regret and sadness. But... she simply wanted to reassure him, because deep down, she already didn't feel as much emotion anymore.

Except she couldn't say anything as Eris was pulled away from her by a blast of Rhys's power. "That's enough, damn it," Rhysand yelled, surrounded by his unleashed power.

Eris managed to stabilize himself and not fall by taking a few steps back.

"We're not allowing you anywhere near her, damn it," Cassian growled with a bloodshot look. "We told you we were her soulmates, damn it."

Eris frowned in a mixture of sadness and incomprehension. "Are they really your soulmates?" he asked Luxiana.

"They are nobody to me," she replied sharply in a cold voice.

The three Illyrians tried not to show anything, but their lips curled and their hearts sank a little more.

Eris then let out a mocking laugh before calming down and adopting a mischievous smile. "Does that mean you love me more than them?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation, killing the three brunettes who felt faint from the inside.

Rhysand was frozen with shock and pain. He wanted to fall to his knees. He was going to fall.

"How the hell do you two know each other?" Azriel yelled with a dark look. "Who do you think you are to claim her for yourself? To claim you're better than us for her??"

Cassian grabbed his hair, pulling it. His heart hurt so much. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take it anymore. Everything was blurry, he wasn't thinking clearly. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to hurt someone. He exploded and lunged at Eris, fist raised. He was going to smash him to bits.

Luxiana couldn't stop him, not without hurting him, and despite herself, she didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want Eris hurt either. So she spoke, slowly, sharply, hoping to stop Cassian. And it worked. "Eris was the one who found me after I ripped off my wings and ran away."

The three of them's breaths caught as they froze from head to toe, scrutinizing Luxiana. Noticing no sign of lies on her expressionless face, they turned their eyes to Eris to see his gaze. It was bright with concern and truth. He had helped her when THEY hadn't been there. He had saved their soulmate. Yes, he was better than them.

"He took care of me, healed me physically, and helped me recover. He cheered me up and literally saved my life. He kept me warm in his own room, in his own bed, for months while he slept on the floor. He had to hide me from everyone, especially his father. He took an enormous risk to help a simple, unimportant stranger," she continued to speak faster and louder.

Her heart still ached from the memories, the sight of her soulmates, and everything else. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted it to stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why couldn't she stop talking?

"He was the first to save my life, the first to show me affection after hundreds of years. He's as important to me as Feyre, Jasper, or Keydan. So I forbid you to mess with him because yes, he's better than you, because he's never hurt me!!"

She finally stopped, out of breath.

The three Illyrians bowed their heads, chins trembling, eyes watering. A lump in their throats and in their hearts made them want to scream and cry so much. They didn't even know how they were still standing. She was right. She was right. They weren't worthy of her.

"But..." Cassian said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper. "We're your soulmates. We're your soulmates."

Luxiana couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to feel this way anymore. She didn't want this anymore. She didn't want them to be her soulmates anymore. She couldn't. "Yes, that's precisely the problem." She straightened up, calmed herself, adopting a cool expression. Then she deployed her power. Not in a broad explosion outside her, but in a sharp, honed knife inside. In a precise segment, in her soul.

She reached out and grasped the three frayed, tattered golden threads that connected her to her soulmates.

At the contact of Luxiana's fists on their bonds, the three Illyrians widened their eyes, gasping in surprise as they could feel a tugging in their bodies, in their hearts, in their souls.

"Luxiana," Rhysand called breathlessly with pure terror on his face and in his stomach.

Azriel began to shake his head frantically. "Luxiana," he begged, scared to death. "Please, no. Please."

"What are you doing??" Cassian shouted, raising his hands between them as his eyes bulged.

Luxiana rejected their words and her pain by shaking her head. A tear rolled down her face. How could this be? She shouldn't be in this much pain anymore. She had to break this bond. It was the only way to find peace. "I'll fix us," she explained to them, her lower lip trembling.

She tightened her fist around the golden ties, suffocating the three brunettes. Then slowly, she began to pull, fighting the pain in her being, the hesitation in her mind, and the deadly sadness in her heart. It would get better afterward, she was sure of it. So she kept pulling.

Feeling torn apart from the inside, their bodies, hearts, and souls, the three Illyrians began to cry and sob. Their bodies were on fire, their hearts felt as if they were being ripped from their chests, and they could literally feel themselves being torn in two as a piece of their soul was being lost.

Cassian began to scream, grabbing his chest and leaning forward. Big, hot tears streamed onto the floor as he began to vomit the contents of his stomach, choking. He loved her. He loved her so much. "No," he tried to stop her between sobs. She was his woman, his heart, his soul, his everything. He loved her so much. So much. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't. How would he survive this?

He couldn't.

Azriel sobbed loudly as he stumbled backward and fell heavily on his butt. He was crying so hard as he continued to shake his head furiously. "Please, please, please." He began to pound his fist against his chest. His heart. Because that was where Luxiana was, in his heart. In his chest, in his being. He remembered her laughter, her blushes, her jokes. He couldn't lose that.

He wouldn't stand it.

Rhysand threw himself on his knees in front of Luxiana, grabbing the blonde's calves in his hands. "Please, please," he pleaded, crying his heart out, his face twisted with tears and death. "Please, Luxiana. Don't do this. Forgive me. I'll do anything you want, anything. But don't do this. Not this. Luxiana, please." His wife, his high lady, his heart, his love. She was the most precious thing he'd ever been around, and he'd lost her because he was such an idiot. "No, please. Please, please, please. Luxiana, don't do this, I beg you." He felt like he was dying.

He was going to die.

Luxiana looked down on him, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears as she felt the same horror and pain as her soulmates. She hesitated. A voice in her head and every particle of her being begged her along with Rhys not to do this. But she couldn't take it anymore.

She was going to end it.

"Too late," she sobbed.

And, with a sharp jerk of her arm, she pulled.

And then, she woke up from her nightmare.

[the-most-humble-blog]

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A man dies for a queen who already knelt at his side when the world mocked him.**

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[blughxreader]

Heya! The story person again, let’s call me (Dead Men’s) Bells for now

So here’s my general plan: I want to write a novel if I can manage, with all the terrible horrible bullshit Andre would do in there.

“The Will to Break”

Generally I’m planning to focus on the slow and steady mental break down and dehumanization that would go down, really get into the desperation of it all.

Some thoughts I’ve had so far (nsfw, no con, degradation):

“You’re fucking filthy aren’t you? I didn’t know a bitch could get this wet while being electrocuted.” I felt his fingers swipe along my underwear, pressing down against me. I clawed at the collar around my neck, but I couldn’t feel my fingers let alone unlatch the damn thing. I hate him. I hate him. I hate myself more. The pathetic sound I make when he slides his fingers in disgusts me. Shame wells up and sears my chest. I’m crying unbidden and he’s fucking laughing. He grinds against my thigh and I sob at how hard he is, at what comes next. His fingers move in me like a brand. And I wish I could voluntarily pass out.

“Stop- please Andre, please.”

But he doesn’t listen. He never listens.

Something like that!

Anyhow what names would he call you? Should I reel it in a bit?

Whenever I get the doc going (prolly in a week or 2) feel free to ask for editing permission!

AAAAAA a NOVEL? Bestie you're incredible.

Please that premise sounds impeccable.

Just a note on his character (that's hard to convey through my usual writings/art), is that he's totally smitten with MC. Yes, he does really deplorable things, but in like a cuteness aggression sort of way.

in the beginning, he's like

60% "you're mine, I can do what I want to you, I want your mind on me 24/7, I get sexual and emotional gratification knowing you're dependent me" and the secret 40% "shes so fucking cute i need her now in every possible way."

and the latter percentage increases exponentially the more he gets to know the MC.

So i really love what you have so far!! It shows he's a nasty piece of shit that's totally obsessed with this girl's every reaction.

To answer your question, he's very patronizing. He will use cute names like "sweetheart, honey" to coax a reaction, then throw it back in her face by calling her his dog, slave, pet, whore, etc.

He doesn't raise his voice, either. Just goes straight to the shock collar (to constrain) or embarrassing and slow punishments.

Don't reel it in at all, it's perfect. Best of luck and have fun! I'd love to see what you come up with <3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

C/W ::: Sorta sleepy oral M->F, cum // piss on face, piss play (??) heed the warning, please. And planning // prep for more piss play. Over use of italics as usual. What. I like them, ok?

F!reader married to Dilf!Bkg (in his early 40's), v. established marriage // 7 years, 1 kid at Mitsuki's house for the weekend,

Katsuki wakes up first. The sky is bright as he peeks out of his sleepy eyes. He lays there for a few minutes, just staring at the outline of your curves under the light pink sheet. It's already hot. Probably 85 outside by now despite it being only 8 or so in the morning. He hasn't looked at the clock yet. He can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

You shuffle in your half-asleep state and roll onto your back. He smiles at you when you open your eyes to see if he's still there. But in your heart, you knew he would be.

"Good morning," he whispers to you and moves over to kiss your shoulder up to your neck. It's slow and lazy. The kind of affection that didn't know the rush of everyday necessity.

"Hey, you. What are you still doing here? I thought you'd be long gone by now. You think you'd be getting breakfast after the dessert I gave you last night?" You tuck your chin and giggle as the 2 day growth on his face tickles your bare chest. His hair is wild against your face as you try to push him away.

"Oh my god, you perv! Are you trying to shove my head down to your cunt again? Jesus fuck. I go down on you last night and you think it's all I'm good for? You think you deserve it? You're somethin' else, ya brat." He grabs your hand and holds it above you, against your pillow and scoots over so he's between your legs.

He hooked his arms under your knees and raised them up to your chest, his hands rest on the mattress next to your hips. "Mm, I gotta pee real quick. Lemme up. I'll be right back."

"You weren't even that good at it, ya loser." You spit back. He stopped and looked you dead in the eye, "That's not what you were sayin' last night. You goddamn liar. You wouldn't shut the fuck up, 'Oh Kats, don't stop Kats, holy shit Kats. You're God's gift to women, Ka-'…"

You slapped his flexed bicep, laughing. "I would never say such lies. I would never wish you on anyone. Man or woman. You're terrible. You're a terrible, horrible, filthy person."

You tried, and failed.

"Yeah? Gotta piss, eh. Well, you should've thought about that before you sassed off to me, fuckin' brat. Now, lemme see if you can keep that smart ass mouth of yours shut while I give it to you again." He leaned down and started to lap at your clit. You inhaled sharply, unable to get anything out of your mouth but a desperate whine. "K-Kats, really. I - h- oh fuck, th- fuck that's good. You're stupid good at eatin' pussy. And I promise I'll come back to you after I use the little girls room. Ge-get up, p- pl- … Kats, you're gonna make me cum and it's not gonna stop at that. It's not gonna be pretty."

He wouldn't let up on your clit. And it was so fucking hard for you to make him. It felt so good, very first thing in the morning. His fingers found their way inside of your hot and dripping pussy, sliding in and out easily. He knew just where to hit you and when. He knew exactly what buttons to push. He knew your body almost as well as you did and it was so good.

Katsuki looked up at you, his eyes hooded and his mouth slick with your juices, "You're so fuckin' cute when you whine for me to stop. However … not gonna ... stop. Not until I can feel your cum dripping down my chin and your legs are shaking aroun' my ears."

You laughed and dropped your head back onto your pillow. "I'm warning you. You have been warned, you stubborn shit." Resting your forearm over your eyes and anchoring your other hand in the hair just above his undercut, you gave in to him. And relaxed, while trying not to relax everything too much.

And, so you did. You quit your bitching and relaxed into his mouth on your cunt. It was warm. His tongue running between your folds wasn't much in contrast to how the rest of you felt; it was wet and hot, too. But when he doubled down, sucking on your little bud of nerves and delving his fingers into you, it was nearly more than you could handle. His nose sliding over your clit when his mouth wasn't on it. You could feel yourself quickly approaching that crossroad.

He hummed approvingly when you melted under his touch and raised your hips to match the ebb and flow of his ministrations. He was sloppy, his slurps and soft moans only egged you on more. "What are you so - hohh shit - happy about? Nothing about this is going to end well, Katsuki." He let go of your clit with a pop and told you to quit yer bitchin', let him do what he enjoys doing and does best. "Fine. But you're changing the sheets, shit ass." You laughed at his response to that; He buried his face even further into your hot core and doubled his efforts.

"Hm-mahh, Kats, nuh-uh, nonono oh fu- holy shit! I'm g- I'm gonna fffuuuccckkk, Katsuki!"

Your cheeks turned rosy pink and you felt the sudden urge to have the fan on. "Kats - hot, I'm h-hot." He grumbled into your cunt, "Fuck, I know y'are. I know, baby. So fuckin' hot. Cum for me, c'mon."

Your body tensed up and your knees snapped shut as your orgasm hit you like a runaway semi. The hot liquid - not much of a surprise to you - caught your husband completely off guard. Despite your many, many warnings, he still didn't anticipate the release of such bodily fluids.

"Hol- … holy fucking shit, babe! Did you … did you just … piss?" He yelled. You had never been so grateful that your kid was at their grandma's house and not there to hear their dad yell at their mom about pissing the bed.

"I-I- YOU!!! I fucking told YOU!! And your dumbass just pushed and pushed and poked and sucked on me. And now? Well now, you have to change and wash the sheets." You looked at him with a smug look on your face that you had not earned but felt like he deserved to be at the receiving end of.

He laid there. Half stunned and fully hard. "Babe. I'm … you … fuck. That was so hot. I mean, I'm sorr-sorta sorry. But fuck. You just came so hard you pissed. I have never made you cum like that." He stood and walked over to where you were standing, dripping onto the hardwood floor. Cupping your pussy and rubbing it with the palm of his hand and fingertips, he leaned down to kiss you. "We're doing that again. I'll get the shit we need. You do whatever you need to do. I'll be back and serving up some drinks after a bit. Be ready for me. I love you, peeps."

"Peeps?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Oh, yeah. 'S my new nickname for ya. You like it?"

Laughing, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom to clean yourself off. "Whatever floats your boat, baby. Whatever floats your boat."

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[sunnyie-eve]

8 | Tag Along

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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Elton, Corey, Sam, and Colby were going on a trip this week and originally Penelope was going to stay at home alone but the four surprised her saying she gets to go too. Mainly it was because Sam and Colby asked Elton if she could go because since she broke up with Darwin, he keeps going by their place banging on the door before running off.

Corey had no problem with her going since he found her nice to have around. She was the youngest but she always made sure everyone was okay. She basically was a mom to them and she saw her like a little sister. So Elton agreed that she could go with them, but deep down Penelope felt like she was intruding on them.

She really felt like it for the place they were staying at. Elton and Corey shared a bed, and Sam and Colby shared a bed. So Penelope would end up having g to share the bed with Sam and Colby. They didn't care whatsoever even though the bed was just for two people.

At that moment Penelope sat and watched the four act like they were making an action trailer playing around with all the drones flying around. She had herself bundled up and curled up.

"I say that should win an Oscar." She joined them as they finished.

"Why thank you." Corey laughs freezing.

"You guys ready to go to an 80-foot underground sauna pool thinking?" Elton asks so they all say yes.

For the car ride, none of them wanted to get out when they arrived because it was so warm in the car. "Mine you, we only brought one towel." Sam speaks up.

"No, that's my towel and Peeps added hers too." Colby corrects them.

Inside Sam and Elton go to buy themselves towels while the other three wait for them, "Has your ex tried contacting you?" Corey asks Penelope.

"I blocked him on everything but he still tries to stalk my socials. It's whatever. When we get back and he still comes by the apartment we're calling the police on him." She explains to him.

"He never gives up. I had to block him myself." Colby bitches as the two come back so they head out to the sauna.

The only thing Penelope hated was they had to wear life jackets because they made her feel like it was choking her.

"I need my buddy." Colby swims towards Penelope.

"No, leave me alone." She swims away from him and pushes the other guys into his path.

She relaxes by herself for a bit till Elton calls her, "Penny, Colby's dead." He laughs so she looks over to see him face down in the water.

"I'll save him." She plays along and runs him right-side up.

"Now, give him mouth to mouth." He tells her.

"For one, you're not supposed to do that just chest compressions." She points out then tickles Colby making him move.

"I hate you. You know I hate that!" He does it back to her making her squeal.

After some time they get out to dry off and wrap their towels around them while Corey asks about his towel. "It's negative 40 degrees outside and no one and no one told me to get a towel." He looks at them but then gets a towel from a stranger.

Outside a fan notices the guys and they chat for a while before four out of five get in the car cold and hungry. "No of guy guys want to touch the horse?" Elton asks. "I'm gonna go touch the horse. I'm gonna go play with the horse." He closes the driver's side door so Penelope gets out going across Sam.

"Penny!"

"I change my mind!" She rushes after him, "I wanna touch them!" She giggles taking a bit of hay to give to the horse and it eats it as she pets it with Elton.

"You a horse girl?" He asks making her laugh.

"No, but I love animals. Okay, we can go back now." She runs back to the car and he follows. They let Penelope back in the car but not Elton.

They also end up at a bowling alley to eat and after some time two more fans show up because they saw their Snapchat at where they were.

"I say we put a wager on the line here. Whoever does the best gets a bed to themselves tonight. Whoever's the worst sleeping on the floor." Elton says before they play a game.

"I mean deal but I feel like I should get a bed to myself because I sleep with two people already. Hell, maybe the floor will be better." Penelope finds a ball for herself.

In the first round, it came out to Elton, Sam, Penelope, Corey then Colby. Sam and Elton then decide to make a deal for more crap with bed-making. "I get both beds." Elton laughs, "And since I get both... Penelope gets the other bed to herself tonight."

"YES!" She cheers giving him a hug then happy dances.

"Have fun with no cuddles from us." Colby sticks his tongue out at her.

"I will admit it's so much warm in between the two of them but I also have no room so I don't care tonight."

Back at the hotel Elton and Penelope laugh at the three lying between the beds on the floor while they jump bed to bed over them.

"Alright, guys. That's it for today's video. I'm going to enjoy my bed and Penny is going to enjoy her bed tonight. Make sure to check out all of their channels." Elton ends the video.

"Do we seriously have to sleep on the floor?" Corey asks.

"Yes." Elton and Penelope say together.

"Fine." He pouts as she gets them a blanket for them.

"Enjoy y'all cuddles." She sends kisses to them jumping onto her bed.

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Today everyone was going snowboarding and they all joked about falling on their faces the whole day. Penelope laughs as Colby, Sam, and Corey have trouble getting up off their butts.

"Why are you laughing? Let's see you get up." Sam crosses his arms so she pops up just fine.

"Have you done this before?" Elton asks.

"No, I just have balance." She giggles so Colby shoves her to fall and they both go down. "Asshat." She lays there annoyed.

"Need help now?" Elton chuckles.

"I got it." She groans getting up.

"I'm embarrassed how you're better at this than me." Colby says as they stay by each other.

"Not by much." She giggles, "I say on the big hill I'll be on my hands and knees more."

For the lift up Elton, Corey, and Sam rush to get on one but Colby stays back to sit with Penelope so she isn't alone. "Do you miss having the bed to yourself since we're back to sharing again?"

"No really. That night I kind of missed the extra warmth." She chuckles, "Kat texted me am I keeping Sam warm with my cuddles. She doesn't want him coming back purple and blue."

"Out of everyone, he would turn that color first." Colby agrees, "Do you still feel like a burden on this trip?"

"Not as much anymore but I still have my little moments where I do." She tells him truthfully, "But thank you and Sam for talking Elton and Corey into letting me come. I probably would be scared home alone with Darwin coming by. I'd be screwed if I did live alone and weren't friends with you."

"Luckily you have me and Sam." He nudges her as they join the other three.

They start to go and Penelope was the farthest before falling because Colby bumps into her so they both go down, "Colby." She whines as they both have trouble getting back up.

"I couldn't stop. I'm sorry." He gives up and just sits down.

The more they go down Corey has trouble so they just sit and lay around waiting for him. Penelope tells Sam about Kat texting her making him laugh while Colby listens to them as he keeps his eyes on Corey.

"I'm lucky I don't have a girl version of Darwin."

"Yeah, because girls are worse than guys when it comes to stuff like that. But she knows we are the definition of just friends." Penelope laughs sitting up from lying down.

"Have you ever had a tiny crush on Penelope when we were younger?" Colby looks back at them.

"7th grade for like two months but we hardly talked." Sam laughs, "What about you?" He gives him a look so Colby just rolls his eyes looking away.

After a long day and basically being the last ones in the mountain they head back to the bottom done for the day. Before going inside Elton says he's tired of sharing a bed with Corey so they play a game so he can sleep alone again like last time he won at bowling.

"Well, I'll know the outcome when you guys come in. I'm cold." Penelope heads to the room to get ready for bed.

When the guys came in everyone but Corey was in their underwear, "Elton won." Colby huffs.

"I'm not surprised." She says lying on the bed in her spot as they all get changed for bed too.

"I get this bed all to myself. And you guys get here. And apparently, we didn't specify that I get the bed to myself." Elton shows Corey lying at the foot of the other bed the three shared.

"They're going to let me sleep with them tonight. They're going to let me sleep in their bed tonight. Don't take that the wrong way." Corey laughs.

"How are four of us sharing a full-size bed?" Penelope looks at them.

"We all cuddle." Sam says so Corey leans back in her then the other two cuddle them.

"This is going to be hell." Penelope groans.

[mintyisms]

2000s Top 40 Lyric Starters

lyrics taken from #1 songs on the billboard adult top 40 lists during the 2000s

"Give me you heart, make it real, or else forget about it."

"You're waiting for someone to put you together."

"I can feel the magic floating in the air."

"Could you sympathize with my needs?"

"Welcome to this place, I'll show you everything."

"I think I'm just scared that I know too much."

"Your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad."

"You're feeling guilty, and I'm well aware."

"I'm standing here until you make me move."

"Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"

"Who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows?"

"Even heroes have the right to bleed."

"So lately, been wondering who will be there to take my place?"

"Maybe something's wrong with you that makes you act the way you do."

"Chill out, what ya yellin' for?"

"Please tell me why you don't come 'round no more."

"Why is everything so confusing? Maybe I'm just out of my mind."

"I know they've all been talking to me. I can hear them whisper."

"I want a reason for the way things have to be."

"Every time I try to talk to you I get tongue-tied."

"A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face."

"When it comes to loving me, she's worst."

"I'd hope that since we're here anyway we could end up saying things we've always needed to say."

"Your face, it haunts my once pleasant dreams."

"I won't say goodbye anymore."

"I'm sorry that I hurt you. It's something I must live with everyday."

"I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain."

"I'm starting to see maybe it's got nothing to do with me."

"There's so much that we need to share."

"Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me."

"When you tell me that you love me, know for sure."

"I've been losing so much time."

"You made me feel alright for once in my life."

"Criminal record says I broke in twice. I must've done it half a dozen times."

"I don't think that I'll see her again, but we shared a moment that will last 'til the end."

"They tell me your passion's gone away."

"Don't look back, just keep on walking."

"I hope that you are having the time of your life."

"I keep dreaming you'll be with me."

"I would have stayed up with you all night."

"Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

"My life with you means everything, so I won't give up that easily."

"We'll show the world they were wrong."

"I've not always been the best man or friend for you."

"Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar."

"I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket."

"I wish I could still call you a friend."

"You've got me feeling like a child now."

"It's too late to apologize."

"Promise me you'll leave the light on."

"Can't you see that there's nothing I wanna do but try to make it up to you?"

"I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see."

"It's getting harder to breathe."

"Who would ever wanna be king?"

"My breath fogged up the glass and so I drew a new face and I laughed."

"I wanna get in trouble. I wanna start a fight."

"You PMS like a bitch."

"Everyone wants to know they're not alone."

"All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang."

"Please don't tell me that we had that conversation. I won't remember."

"You can take back your memories, they're no good to me."

"I'm just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance."

"There's so many times I don't know what I'm doin', like I don't know now."

"You and I will be a tough act to follow."

"You know that I could use somebody. Someone like you and all you know and how you speak."

"We were always meant to say goodbye."