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dealer!rafe can't keep his promises and she can't keep doing this...
c/w: mostly angst, yelling & arguing, dealer!rafe being kinda toxic
wc: 1.5k
inspired by this ask (sorry it took me forever but it's here now!)
part one
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Exhaustion weighs down Rafe’s shoulders when he finally clicks the front door shut; hoping his arrival won’t disturb his sweet angel he assumes is already buried safely under the covers and lost in some saccharine dream of hers.
However, when he kicks off his shoes and turns around, he notices her sleepy form standing in the hallway— clad in pajama bottoms and his favorite hoodie along with something akin to dissatisfaction flashing in her drowsy eyes.
“Hey, baby. Did I wake you?” he asks as he pads over to her; greeting her with a gentle kiss on her cheekbone.
“No, couldn’t really sleep. Was worried something happened cause you told me yesterday you were gonna be home in time for dinner,” the last part is drenched in accusation as she takes a step back.
“Shit, forgot to text you I wasn’t gonna make it, m’sorry,” his apologetic eyes flit over to her as he scratches at the back of his head.
“Yeah. But then again, think I would’ve been more surprised if you actually had shown up when you promised,” her displeased tone is crystal clear and it forces a heavy sigh to leave his throat.
“Okay, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend recently, but there’s just been a lot of shit going on with the business and—”
“It’s always gonna be about that with you, isn’t it? Like why would you even care about my feelings when you’ve got the fucking money and the drugs, right?” she nearly snaps; drained from the constant lies and excuses that make her feel like he’s never going to put her first.
“What do you— what do you mean? Of course, I care about your feelings, why would you even say that? And you’re more important to me than all that other shit, okay?” there’s a furrow between his brows when he tries to comprehend what sort of a train this conversation is traveling on.
“I mean, do you even know how anxious I get whenever you come home late? When you don’t answer my calls? I— sometimes I think you’re…dead, okay? Do you know how exhausting that is?” she says with her face contorted in frustration due to the endless nights she’s spent thinking the worst and wondering why he could never keep his word.
“I’ve told you so many times that you don’t need to worry so much, nothing bad s’gonna happen,” he tries to reassure her but she merely shakes her head and rubs a hand over her face.
“But I do, cause it’s not something I can just turn off. And all you do is make these promises that you never keep and I just…I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” her watery eyes stare up at him in despair, making him frown.
“What are you talking about? You know I can take care of myself, I promise—”
“But that’s the thing, I don’t trust your promises anymore! You say you’re gonna do one thing, but then you get a call from Barry or whoever and you’re gone. Sometimes, you come back days later and that entire time you barely even text me!” her distressed voice is loud when she begins to pace around the hall.
“Hey, hey, c’mere, yeah?” he tries to placate her by pulling her flush against his chest for a hug that, despite her protests, she melts into. “Listen, I know my job isn’t always…ideal, but you— you knew that when we met, right?” he tries to reason along with a comforting squeeze to her waist.
“I just— I guess I didn’t realize it was gonna be this hard. I’ve never dated someone whose job is illegal,” she mumbles into his shirt before reluctantly withdrawing from the solace of his arms to get her point across.
“But when we started this, you also promised this wasn’t gonna affect my life. But wanna know what happened the other day when I was out with my friends? This creepy guy approached me and said he wanted his money, and if he wasn’t getting it soon, he was gonna find another payment method.”
“What the fuck? Did he— he didn’t hurt you, right?” he halts his movements while awaiting her answer with bated breath.
“No, but it was really fucking scary,” she mutters out as she recalls how shaken up by the whole scene she’d been. However, when she’d dialed Rafe’s number with trembling fingers, the call had merely went into voicemail since he was apparently too busy to answer, as always.
“I swear he’s never gonna so much as look at you again, alright? You remember what he looked like?” he asks while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, followed by his thumb petting at the apple of her cheek with his concerned eyes flickering over her face.
“Um…dirty hair, crazy eyes and this scar on his lip?” it’s easy to describe the guy’s appearance when the picture is permanently burned to her memory.
“That piece of shit— we already had an agreement on the fucking money. Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” a crease forms between his brows.
“Cause you’re never home!” she yells at him when her protracted emotional turmoil finally boils over the edge; saturating their entire relationship in the process.
“I was home yesterday and I’m home right now!” he matches her volume while his fingers tug at the roots of his bleached hair.
“Well, it’s not enough for me! And I just think that all of this is…too much, okay? I can’t— I can’t live like this anymore,” she admits with a forlorn tone.
He pauses.
“What are you saying? You’re…you’re leaving me?” he narrows his eyes in disbelief.
“I don’t know, I just— think I need some time,” she murmurs out.
“Time for what?” he seems perplexed by the entire concept of what she’s suggesting.
“To think! All I’ve been able to think about these days is whether you’re alive or not, whether you’re even gonna make it home! And I’m fucking tired of this, okay?”
It’s clear that she’s upset and that these thoughts have been bouncing around her skull for quite some time now. If this is her attempt at breaking up with him though, he’s not going to allow for that to happen.
“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Listen, I understand where you’re coming from, but you can’t just leave…no, okay? We’ll figure this shit out, yeah?” he tries to decipher what’s going on inside that head of hers with his gaze glued to her face— as if it’ll magically reveal all the answers he’s in a hopeless search for.
“I just— I don’t know if that’s possible.”
“No, don’t say that. We’ll get through this like we always have,” he’s determined to change her mind, but she merely lets out a weary exhale.
“Rafe, you’re not listening to me.”
“I am! You’re just not thinking clearly. Why don’t we, uh, go to bed and tomorrow when we’re both well-rested we can talk about this better and—”
“I don’t wanna talk about this tomorrow!” she huffs out, frustrated, making his distraught face crumple up as he tries to decide which way to approach this in order to not upset her more than he already has.
“Listen, listen. I’ll, uh, I’ll be better, okay? I’ll work less and—”
“You always say that but— but you’re never gonna change! And I thought I could handle this, but I can’t,” she sounds defeated; rueful eyes flitting away from his pleading ones when teardrops begin to trickle down; dampening the skin of her cheeks.
“No, you can’t— you can’t leave me. I need you. I love you,” his frantic rambles pour down his tongue when he takes her face into his callused palms— her eyes momentarily closing in response to his tender touch.
“Rafe…please don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
“And you love me too, yeah?” he doesn’t pay her resistance any mind. She notices how his own eyes grow glossy as well, even if he tries to blink away the liquid yearning to leak.
“Of course I do,” she hums out; nodding her head that’s squished between his paws— heavy droplets soaking his palms.
“Then that’s all that matters. We can make this work,” his tone is definitive.
“I just— I don’t know if we can,” she sniffles.
“Don’t say shit like that. We can, okay? I’ll call Barry right now and tell him I need some time off with my girl, yeah? And we’ll figure this shit out.”
At that, she lets out a melancholic sigh— resting her forehead on his chest when he pulls her flush against him with a consoling grip on her waist. The warmth of his body feels familiar; feels like home, but she’s already made her decision.
He holds her close until they both travel to dreamland with their limbs tangled together, the steady rhythm of their breathing creating a muffled melody in their bedroom.
However, when the amber rays of sunlight tickle his cheeks in the following morning, and he turns around to face her; he finds nothing more than her side of the bed bleak and desolate.
The entire house void of the only good thing in his life.
#haven't written anything that's purely angst before so this was fun!!#dealer!rafe#rafe fanfiction#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe angst#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron and reader#rafe cameron and y/n#obx fanfiction#obx#obx fic#outer banks#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron au#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron scenarios#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron blurb
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🎃Halloween with Theo🎃
Theodore Nott x Reader headcanons
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, Halloween fluff and smut, PIV, spanking, rough sex, handcuffs, mask kink, Theo’s Halloween with you is filled with both tricks and treats
Theo who would let you sleep in on the day of Halloween but come wake you up with a pumpkin spice cappuccino, trying his best to make a pumpkin design with foam but failing and just adding orange sprinkles. “Cazzo…Sorry amore…Hope this is alright..”
Theo who definitely forgot to buy pumpkins to carve days before so after you got ready he’d take you two to a patch, pick the best pumpkins, and carve them with you.
Theo who while you’re putting on your costume is sitting behind you, appreciating every single inch of your body. Muttering things under his breath like “mio Dio...sei perfetto…”
Theo who would sit outside with you to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Getting a bonfire going as you two cuddle up with a Halloween blanket. Watching the kids take the candy you set out.
Theo who would start to already think of the future as he saw the little ones. Thinking of both of you having a child. A thought he never even imagined he’d have but that changed when you came around.
Theo who every ten minutes would stand up to pick his favorite candy from the bowl and as you’d shake your head and giggle at him… he’d pretend to be shocked. “What, amore?! Just having myself a little treat.”
Theo who after trick or treating is done would help you inside, telling you to get ready for the party while he cooks up a quick dish of pasta. “I got it, Cara…Go get yourself all dolled up”
Theo who when you step out in your costume would be at a loss for words. His jaw physically dropping before he stalks toward you. “Sei la creatura più bella di questo universo…” Theo would breathe out while he pulls you close to him, his ocean eyes burning down into yours with a growing hunger.
Theo who would certainly do a matching costume with you, walking into the party proud to have you hanging on his arm. Showing off HIS woman. “You are the most gorgeous girl at this party…in this damn world.” He’d repeat throughout the party, giving you constant reassurance.
Theo who would take all the silly pictures with you, posing exactly as you wanted him to. I also see him LOVING Polaroid photos. But during the photos, he’d make sure to always have his hand somewhere on your ass. he can’t get enough of it.
Theo who would dance the night away with you, never leaving your side as you both get lost in each other during the Halloween party. This man only has eyes for you and only you.
Theo who would make sure you get home safely with him, helping you take off your heels and costume carefully. Wanting to take care of you… yet devour you.
Theo who would immediately smash his lips to yours, backing you up into the bedroom. Already feeling your arousal start to fuel within. “I have been waiting all…damn…day to destroy you, Bella.” Theo would husk through the steamy makeout.
Theo who would for sure pull out the handcuffs on Halloween, cuffing your hands behind your back before giving a few smacks to that perfect ass of yours, wanting to mark you up.
Theo who would bury his face between your cheeks, munching down on you as if you were the last meal he’d have. Making you cum on his tongue a handful of times. “…You taste sensational, amore…” He’d mutter into your warm and wet core.
Theo who would tug your head back to surprise you by wearing a Ghostface mask. A sly and seductive smirk underneath it as he’d growl out “-Surprise, Bella…” Only turning you on more. He’d for sure tease you with it just a bit but keeping you in those handcuffs you liked so much.
Theo who would fuck you senselessly. Hard and rough seemed appropriate for Halloween and the majority of the sex you two had. You’d definitely have his hand prints all over your ass by now.
Theo who would make sure to fill you up with his seed. Not letting a drop go to waste. His muffled groans and growls heard from under the mask while he finished deep inside of you.
Theo whose aftercare would consist of a hot shower together, cleaning you up with pumpkin-scented body wash. It is Halloween after all. Placing sweet kisses along your collarbone. “My beautiful beautiful girl…” Theo would whisper while grazing his hands along your tired body.
Theo who would snuggle you up in a spooky-themed towel to get you all nice and warm before helping you throw on the matching pajamas you both have.
Theo who would make stovetop popcorn, cuddling up next to you in bed as you both watch your favorite scary/Halloween movie. Knowing that this is what he always wanted for his future. Knowing every single Halloween with you would be his favorite by far…and why’s that? Because you are and always will be his favorite.
Hehehe I hope my sweet peas and smut sluts enjoyed this one as much as I did 💋
If you can’t tell, Halloween is my favorite time of year and I really wanted to put something out for it since I didn’t get a chance to participate in kinktober next year thoooo
As always, requests and asks are open bbys!🌙
Dividers can be found in my master list 🖤
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When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 5]
Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho
Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.3K
You were not traumatised, per say. But you were worried. When you woke up, you sat at your coffee table with a double espresso nestled in your hands as the events from the night before came flooding back. Your brain finally realised the severity of it.
Hongjoong was injured, beaten up by someone. His first words to you was to 'hide him'. No police, no doctor. And he was armed, and on alert.
"What have I gotten myself into?" You threw your head back. It was obvious that he was involved in something illegal. A gang maybe?
"Two pick ups today." You checked your phone as you shuffled into your room.
You were not in the right headspace to work today but there were orders that needed to be fulfilled. Plus, these customers had put in their orders and the deposit a few months ago.
"It's fine, you're fine." You took a deep breath. Hongjoong had assured you that you were safe last night. You can trust him, right?
After you got changed, you left your home. Thankfully, the pick ups were all registered for the morning so you could send them off and close the shop.
"Good morning, one iced americano." You stopped by the cafe two doors down before going to the shop.
"Morning, (y/n). An iced coffee? One of the rare times you don't order an iced tea of sorts. Are you okay?" The owner, who you were very familiar with, teased you. Almost all of the shops on your row were run by young people like yourself so you were all relatively close and knew each other.
"I'm fine, Jihoon. Just didn't get much sleep tonight." You rolled your eyes with a laugh. A lot of girls thought Jihoon was cute and always came to the cafe to fawn over him.
"Alright, don't worry about it. On the house for the sleep-deprived girl." He smiled.
"Stop it~ You always don't let me pay." You groaned.
"Too bad. I'm not accepting your money and I've already keyed in your order so you can't decline. Don't make my barista's efforts go to waste." He chuckled.
"Ah, you're terrible." You clicked your tongue and stepped aside so you wouldn't keep the next customer waiting.
"Here you go. Have a nice day, (y/n)." The barista placed your order on the counter.
"Thank you. See you all." You waved to the staff before leaving to go to your shop. You unlocked the door and entered, closing the door behind you.
'Order pick ups only!'
You placed the sign at the door and went to get the orders ready. You wrapped the bundled flowers that you had prepared last night and added layers of tissue paper around it in different colours. Finally, you tied a thick band of ribbon over it, followed by a thinner ribbon.
"Excuse me. I'm here for a pick up?" You heard an older man's voice at the front of the store.
"Good morning. I was just getting your order ready, right this way." You smiled, leading him further into your store. You went to get the bouquet and laid it on the counter.
"Beautiful." He smiled.
"It's your anniversary with your wife? Congratulations." You giggled, remembering the note that you had printed for him.
"Yes. Even though she had gone to heaven a few years ago, I never miss an anniversary or a birthday." He chuckled, fishing around for his wallet in his pockets.
"Oh my, I'm sorry. My condolences." You smiled sadly. He nodded and accepted your condolences, putting the money on the counter.
"You know what. It's on me for this one. I'll return you your deposit too." You took the cash out.
"No, no, miss. I cannot do that. You're running a business here. Please, I insist that I pay you for your effort and time." He denied, shaking his head.
"Take it as an anniversary present from me to you and your wife. I'm paying it forward since I got a free coffee this morning. The pleasure would be all mine." You smiled, shaking the cup of iced coffee that Jihoon had gifted you. He looked at you with uncertainty but nodded his head with a defeated sigh.
"Alright, thank you so much, miss. I'll be sure to tell my wife when I visit her grave." He received the bouquet.
"You're very welcome. Have a nice day. And happy anniversary again." You walked him to the door, waving as he walked away with the bouquet preciously nestled in his arms.
"Okay, just one more." You walked back into your shop and prepared the bouquet like you did earlier.
As you worked on the bouquet, you thought about the man visiting his late wife's grave.
Would Hongjoong tell you when Mrs Kim's grave was ready so you could visit? You wanted to bring her another bouquet of her favourite flowers and speak to her.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" There was a woman's voice by the door.
"Over here! Are you here for the pick up?" You dried your hands and went over to her. She nodded and showed you the order invoice.
"I'm finishing it up now. You can head to the counter and I will be right with you." You gestured to the payment counter. She hummed with a small smile and walked to the counter to wait for you while you finished tying the ribbons on the bouquet.
"Here you go, miss. Just check that everything is okay, as you requested." You said, placing the bouquet on the counter for her to look at.
"It's nice. Thank you." She handed you her card for the payment. Once you were done, you returned her the card.
"Have a nice day." She wished with a bow of her head.
"You too." You waved. You went to the front to remove the sign and lock the front door since you didn't want any customers to walk in and order flowers.
You entered the back room and tidied up the place since you didn't get a chance to after Hongjoong was here last night.
"Replace first aid kit." You made a note to yourself. You had used a lot of stuff when you treated him last night so you had to replenish items and possibly get even more equipment in case this happens again.
"No, it won't happen again." You shook your head. After everything was tidy and clean again, you grabbed your bag and coffee, locking up for the day. The two order pick ups only took about 2 hours since the customers were very punctual so you still had the whole day ahead of you.
"Playing hooky?" Jihoon asked, catching you as you were leaving and he was throwing the trash.
"No, I fulfilled my pick ups for today and decided to take a breather so I'm closed the rest of the day." You forced a smile. Jihoon chuckled and nodded his head.
"Good on you. I wish I could close for the rest of the day." He clicked his tongue.
"Well, you are the owner. You can close any time you want." You scoffed and he laughed, nodding his head.
"You're right. And actually, I was thinking of asking the others to hang out this Friday, get some drinks and chill. Will you be interested in coming?" He tilted his head.
"Sure. Just text me the details." You said.
"Great! See you then! No backing out last minute this time." He grinned and waved to you as you left.
"That happened once! Let it go! And I was really sick, even if you all don't believe it." You hissed. The last time all the shop owners went out, you had a stomach bug and couldn't go. Until now, Jihoon thinks you lied just so you could stay home.
Before heading home, you decided to drop by the pharmacy to get the first aid kit. Besides the basic first aid kit, you gave in to the nagging voice in your head and bought more supplies.
"Just these, please." You placed everything on the counter.
"Do you run a clinic, miss?" The cashier lady asked with a judgemental stare as she scanned your items.
"I know clumsy people...?" That was the best you could come up with, shooting her a small smile. She nodded slowly, still giving you a skeptical look but rang up your items.
"Have a nice day! Thanks!" You paid and left as quickly as you could, lugging your items with you.
"Alright, groceries." Grabbing a cart, you went into the grocery store since your house was running out of food.
"Here let me help." Someone reached over your head as you were tip toeing for the last bottle of sauce on the shelf. You blinked and looked up to see a tall, handsome guy.
"Thank you so much. You look familiar... Have we met before?" You asked as you received the sauce gratefully. You have seen him before somewhere, you just couldn't put your finger on it. He looked at you before shaking his head in denial and adjusting the jacket of his suit as he walked away.
"Huh, weird." You scratched your head and continued on your way. With all your groceries, you took a cab home.
As you were putting aside the first aid supplies to bring to the shop the next day, you wondered back to Hongjoong. Yunho would have brought him to a doctor if his condition worsened right?
"It's out of your hands." You told yourself and put your groceries away. Now, you want to shower and just stay in bed the whole day.
As you sat on the couch, many thoughts ran through your head. If Hongjoong were to ask, were you mentally and emotionally ready to talk about Mrs Kim with him?
There was strained relationship between them. But that was separate from the relationship you had with her.
If Hongjoong was resentful, you didn't know if you could withstand the hurt he might show you.
At the end of the day, Mrs Kim is Hongjoong's biological mother. You constantly reminded yourself of that. His relationship with her will always, forever, run deeper than your relationship with her. But why was there jealousy and envy burning within you?
"Hongjoong, her shop was closed but I bumped into her at the nearby supermarket while picking up snacks. She's fine, not traumatised whatsoever." Seonghwa said as he walked to the car.
"Alright, there was no sign that those guys went back to the shop to scare her?"
"Not that I could see. Everything looked in place. Maybe she just decided to close to shop to take a break." Seonghwa sighed.
"Or maybe she was scared whoever attacked me would come back. Damn it, why did it have to happen so near to where she was? This is so unnecessary."
"What's unnecessary is you worrying now." Seonghwa chuckled, sitting in the backseat while one of his men drove.
"There's something else, isn't there? What did you do?" Seonghwa noted the silence on the other end.
"I don't know... I feel like a part of me wants to know her relationship with my mother but a part of me is so angry about it. She definitely doesn't know my mother like I know my mother. It irks me to hear how she thought my mother was wonderful."
"Well, we never knew what your mother's life was when we moved her to her own place. Maybe it was facade, maybe it was real. The only way to know is from (y/n)." Seonghwa said.
"That, I know. Ugh, you wouldn't even know about her helping me last night if it weren't for you torturing me."
"I did not torture you." He scoffed at the leader's childishness.
"Pressing down on my fresh bruise until I told you the truth is the purest form of torture, Park Seonghwa. Forget that, I think Yeosang has some info for us."
"Call a meeting tonight then. We'll discuss it." Seonghwa suggested. Hongjoong let out a hum of agreement before hanging up.
Seonghwa let out a long sigh. Despite knowing Hongjoong for so long, he was having a hard time deciphering Hongjoong's take on you.
"Where to, Mr Park?" The driver asked.
"Take me to my steak restaurant. I'll eat before heading home." He pinched his nose bridge. The driver nodded and began to drive towards Seonghwa's steak restuarant. Him, Yunho and Wooyoung were the only ones that owned restaurants, with Seonghwa owning the most since he was the most passionate about food.
"Good afternoon, Mr Park. Your guests are in the private room." The manager greeted Seonghwa as the entrance. Seonghwa had a slight frown of confusion.
"What guests...? I thought I sent you a message that it's only me dining here." Seonghwa asked.
"I..." The manager stuttered nervously. Seonghwa glared at the manager, taking his gun and heading to the private room.
"Hyung! Finally, you're here! We're starving!" Wooyoung waved. Seonghwa let out a sigh, tucking his gun back into its holster and turning to the manager.
"You could have told me it was my brothers that were here." He hissed in annoyance.
"My apologies, Mr Park!" The manager bowed fearfully.
"I would ask how you all found out but I think I know the answer." Seonghwa ignored the poor male and sighed at his brothers. Jongho put the menu down with a knowing grin.
"Well, we were thinking about lunch and at the right time, I saw your manager key your reservation into your restaurant's system." He shrugged innocently. Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle and sat down in the spare seat.
"Don't you all have work?" He asked.
"Like Jongho said, it's lunch time." San said, pouring Seonghwa a glass of sparkling water.
"What would you like to have?" The manager came in to take the orders. Seonghwa always eats the same thing so the manager didn't need to ask him.
"Your usual, Mr Park?" He confirmed. Seonghwa gave a nod and the manager bowed deeply, exiting the private room.
"I'm going to start sending everything through snail mail just so you can't hack into my restaurant's system anymore." Seonghwa scoffed.
"Even that won't stop us, hyung. You know it." Mingi laughed. Seonghwa knew that was true. The boys were too skilled and too resourceful to hide anything from them.
"I'm surprised not all of you are here then." He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you know Hongjoong hyung's injured so he's still at home, doing whatever. Yeosang's at his fight club getting info for Hongjoong hyung and Yunho's... off doing Yunho things. I honestly don't know what Yunho does, he's everywhere." Wooyoung laughed. Probably only Mingi knows where Yunho is.
"He's at some posh meeting, I think. I saw him getting all dressed up this morning." Mingi tapped his chin, trying to remember what his best friend told him.
"By the way, did you all see that Hongjoong's holding a team meeting tonight?" Seonghwa asked.
"Yeah, sent it out about 30 minutes ago. Is it about his attack?" San clarified. Seonghwa nodded in confirmation.
"Yeosang apparently found some important info so we'll discuss it tonight." Seonghwa explained. Everyone nodded, they all wanted to know who dared attack their captain.
"Anyway, so what's the news with the flower shop girl?" Wooyoung asked Seonghwa.
"No idea. I've known him the longest but I can't read him. Only Yunho seems to be able to read him this time." Seonghwa shrugged.
"Yunho?" Mingi blinked. The waiters came in to serve the food to all of them, making the 5 of them pause their conversation momentarily until they were alone again.
"You know, I bet Hongjoong hyung can't even read his own feelings. Probably has a lot going through his head, especially since that girl's relation to Mrs Kim is so mysterious." Jongho said. The others nodded in agreement.
"Mmm, always love the steak here. Today's one is even better." Mingi said as he chewed his steak.
"Yes, we recently found a better supplier so it's all direct from the farms to us now." Seonghwa nodded, he wouldn't let the food at his restaurant be anything short of perfection.
"We forgot to order wine." Jongho said.
"Yes! How can we have steak without wine?" Wooyoung exclaimed in disbelief.
"Aren't you two driving?" San raised an eyebrow. He was not someone that drank often since he was a lightweight, just two glasses of wine and he'll lose control.
"You can drive Jongho's car. And I can get one of my guys to drive my car back to the house." Wooyoung shrugged.
"That settles it then. I'll go order." Jongho stood up and went out to order the wine for the table.
After the delicious lunch, Seonghwa charged it to his card and they all headed home. Following the arrangement, San drove Jongho's car since he didn't drive his own car with Jongho in the passenger seat, Mingi drove his own car, Wooyoung sat in Mingi's car after getting one of his men to pick his car up.
"Mr Park." Seonghwa's driver opened the door for him to enter as they all stood outside the restaurant.
"See you back at the house?" San tilted his head.
"Nah, we're going out to the mall. My sales associate brought in some new stuff." Mingi stretched his arms over his head with a tired yawn. Wooyoung hummed.
"I can do some shopping too." Wooyoung grinned excitedly. The boys all loved buying new clothes.
"Sounds tempting but I need to get back to work. Speaking of, all of you should be going back to work too." Seonghwa glared.
"We will." Mingi and Wooyoung waved the oldest off. Jongho and San looked at each other, shrugging before entering their car to drive back home.
"See you two tonight then." Seonghwa sighed.
"We'll pick something up for you, hyung." Mingi winked and Wooyoung waved as Seonghwa sat in the car. The driver closed the door behind him and entered the driver's seat to start the drive back to the mansion.
"Oh, look at our timing." San said as he parked and Yunho also pulled up behind them. The taller male looked drained and exhausted, his tall stature slumped over.
"Bad meeting?" Jongho chuckled.
"More like gross. The guy's wife kept touching my arm. I'm going to disinfect it." Yunho cringed.
"If you wanna chop it off, I'd happily help." San grinned and Yunho rolled his eyes. The three of them headed upstairs and Yunho immediately threw his jacket on the couch.
"Looks like I can squeeze a nap before the meeting tonight." He checked his watch.
"Yeah, I would advise that you go shower first though. You smell like old lady." Jongho snickered, hi fiving San.
"I hate you both." Yunho groaned and trudged upstairs.
"Oh! Hongjoong hyung." The three stopped in their tracks when they saw Hongjoong emerge from his office. There was a small frown on his face, which was common with how much work stressed him out. But they were surprised to see him up and working considering what happened last night.
"What?" Hongjoong tilted his head in confusion.
"You're up and working already? Don't you want to rest somemore?" San questioned.
"I was jumped, not amputated. I'm fine. It's all scratches and bruises which we're all used to." Hongjoong replied, sipping his whiskey from the crystal glass in his hand.
"Still you should rest. Even if you're not affected by your injuries, you hardly slept." Yunho reasoned. The other two nodded.
"Yeah, I'll go nap. See you all at the meeting tonight." Hongjoong yawned and headed into his room.
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the grid: late for a date!
Day 29 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen
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Oscar Piastri: miscommunication
So, it wasn’t a date. As much as you thought it was, Lando showed up. That wasn’t uncommon for your ‘dates’ to turn into ‘Oscar and Lando time’, but it still pissed you off. You just wanted one night with your boyfriend. Not Lando’s.
You huffed as you sat down at your vanity, carefully cleaning off your face with a wipe.
“You’re annoyed,” Oscar stated, leaning against the door and watching you.
“I’m not,” you sighed, truthfully just wanting to be left alone.
“You clearly are,” he said matter-of-factly. “Talk to me.”
“I thought it was a date,” you explained sheepishly. “I was a little disappointed when Lando showed up. I thought it was just us two, y’know, since we haven’t gone out ‘just us’ in months.”
He sighed and looked down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Osc, it's fine. I’m just much annoyed with myself that I didn’t properly read the text-”
“But we should go out, just the two of us. You’re right,” he realised how little he takes you out. “Why don’t you talk to me about this?”
“You have a lot going on,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to add to it by being a bitch about shit like this.”
“You’re never a bitch,” his heart ached a little, how could you ever think that he’d ever be annoyed by you? He wrapped his arms around you , pressing soft kisses to your neck and whispering apologies. “I love you so much, I want to be with you as much as possible. Lando was just lonely and called me, so I said yes. I’ll say no in future, yeah?”
You nodded, feeling a lot more loved than before.
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Lando norris: he forgot.
It had been weeks in the planning, you both were ecstatic to get to enjoy your favourite restaurant in Brazil. You sat there for 2 hours. In the end you ordered stuff to take out and left a hefty tip for the inconvenience of your boyfriend. You texted and called him at least 20 times. No fucking answer.
When you got back to the hotel, he wasn’t there either and you started getting worried. Could he be hurt? Surely he wouldn’t forget the important date, he remembered about it last week.
You called Oscar, scared that Lando was lying in a ditch somewhere or something.
“Hey Y/n,” his voice came from the other side of the phone. Distantly you could hear the sound of house music playing loudly.
“Is Lando with you?” You asked.
“Well, he was a while ago, but now he’s going back to the hotel,” he explained. “Why?”
“Just wanted to check on you guys,” you sighed, unable to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “You all good?”
“Yeah, I’m with Alex and Zhou, we’re just outside the club now, we’re safe, promise,” he smiled into the phone.
“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be careful,” you reminded him.
“We will,” he nodded. “See you tomorrow.”
As you hung up the phone, the door swung open and Lando appeared. Dishevelled but there.
“Baby I am so sorry I forgot about-“
“It’s fine,” you sighed, used to the excuses by now. “It’s whatever, Lando.”
“Baby, come on, let me make it up to you,” he tried again, but you stayed unchanged on the topic.
“Something will always be more important to you,” you mumbled. “And every single time it kills me. And I just let it. Because sadly, I love you so much that I let you treat me like this.”
“Baby that’s not-“
“We planned this months ago, Lando. And I put so much fucking effort in to looking nice for you, and you don’t show. I was so excited to have one fucking night where I wasn’t dating Lando Norris, Championship Fighter, McLaren Number One, McLarens saviour. One fucking might where I could just be a girl who got to dress up night for her boyfriend, who showed up to the date. One night when we could be normal people, that’s what I wanted, Lando.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I have a lot on my mind…”
“Yeah, you do. Maybe we should break up.”
“W-what? You don’t mean that, right baby? Come on, I’m- we’re- you’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me. I don’t wanna lose you-“
“Yeah and you don’t want to have me either! Lando, I do fucking everything for you, I’m so fucking understanding every single time you disappoint or fucking annoy me. I understand that you're going through shit, and I’m here to help you. But I cannot deal with this disrespect anymore, alright? I am worth something! Right? Like, I have to be worth more than what you’re giving me, right?” You said, breaking down. Your plan had been to just keep calm and talk tomorrow, but that clearly flew out the window.
“I love you-“
“Do you?! Really?!”
You were both silent.
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Lewis Hamilton: he forgot
The silence was deafening in your shared home. You sat at the table, all dressed up with nowhere to go.
“Baby, I know I-“
“Just fuck off,” you sighed. “Go back to work, or whatever it was that held you up.”
“I wanna make it up to you, I’m sorry baby,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you.
You took a deep breath. “I just wanted one night,” you sighed and he nodded, feeling guiltier by the second. “Away from work and the kids, just one fucking night Lewis.”
“How about a weekend? We drop the kids off at Natalie’s and we can go away for the weekend?” He offered and pressed a kiss to your cheek..
“We’re busy this weekend.”
“Cancel it.”
“Cancel my promotion dinner?” You scoffed. “Cancel Ellie’s football match? Cancel half the grid coming over? Cancel Nick’s karting race?” You quested, listing off the things you had to supervise for the weekend.
He sighed. “I’m sorry baby, I forgot-“
“Yeah. You forgot. You keep fucking forgetting,” you groaned. “I just… I want some time. I’m pissed off right now and I just want to go to bed.”
“I’ll put the kids to bed,” he nodded. “I’m sorry again.”
“You’re always sorry Lewis. Just be there, for once,” you took a deep breath. “If not for me, then for our children. Don’t ruin the relationship because of your busy schedule.”
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George Russell: you forgot...
You walked into your shared apartment, exhausted after work.
“Hey darling,” he smiled, taking your bags out of your hands. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks love,” you smiled. Then you noticed the suit he was wearing. “You look handsome, what’s the occasion?”
His face fell. “Did you forget?”
Shit. You did. The fucking anniversary dinner. “No! Just joking!” You laughed. “Give me like 20 minutes to get ready, yeah?”
He smiled. “Alright, just remember our reservations are in a little while.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
You completely forgot about the plans. No gift. No dress. Nothing.
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You sat at dinner, somehow throwing together something, only to find out it wasn’t a fucking date, but a surprise birthday party.
Your anniversary is months away.
“Sorry baby,” he smiled, not one bit sorry.
“I was terrified! I thought I’d fully forgotten!” You whined, rolling your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a promise for more later.
“I'm sorry darling,” he added, a small wink in one eye as he pulled you into the dance floor.
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Alex Albon: genuinely injured
You sat in his apartment, waiting for him to finally show his face. He was 40 minutes late, and while this wasn’t a huge deal, you had made dinner which had gone cold, plus you felt your time should be at least worth a text.
The door finally opened and Alex walked through, well, uncoordinatedly crutched into the room, a huge boot covering his foot.
“Holy shit, Alex,” you cursed, shocked at the sight in front of you. He blushed slightly.
“Yeah… accident prone, or whatever my mum called me. I have a few weeks off,” he chuckled.
“What happened?” you asked, just staring down at the boot.
“Funny story, Lando-”
“Of fucking course it was you,” you scoffed, looking at the guilty Lando standing beside him.
“Lando accidentally ran over my foot,” he finished.
“With what?” you asked, wondering if it was a bike or something, surely Lando was an experienced enough driver to have not driven over Alex’s foot.
“A car,” Oscar explained. “Twice.”
You saw red, turning your attention to Lando. “You fucking idiot!” you seethed. You chuckled. “How fucking stupid are you?”
He just giggled and shrugged. “Very?” he offered as an answer.
“Thank you for bringing him home, now please leave before you cause any more bodily harm,” you sighed, showing Lando the door. You weren’t really mad, just shocked.
“I’m sorry I was late,” he sighed, sitting on the couch.
You chuckled. “You don’t have to apologise for that,” joining beside him. “I’m sorry you broke your foot.”
“Lando broke my foot,” he corrected and you just laughed and pressed your lips against his.
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Daniel Riccardo: he forgot
You walked into your shared apartment with your head held low. He’d forgotten your anniversary.
“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alri- you look beautiful,” he stood up, walking over to you. You looked up and he saw the tears streaming. That sinking feeling he’d had all day, the one that told him he forgot something, it finally clicked. He’d forgotten the date.
“Do you know how humiliating it is when someone stands you up? Do you know how humiliating it is when that gets fucking paparazzied?”
He gasped, no way you’d been subjected to the paparazzi. “Baby I’m so-”
“Sorry? Sure, I believe you,” you scoffed. “Just leave me be.”
You walked off to your bedroom and he was left to think about how he could pick up the broken pieces.
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Charles LeClerc: he’s just being a dick.
At least he remembered the date, but the fact that he’s sitting on his phone the entire time is literally gaining you pity smiles from other girls in the restaurant. When you went to the bathroom, two girls literally called him a ‘fucking asshole’ for what he’s doing to you, and gave you their numbers so you could be friends and bitch about him.
“Charles,” you sighed, looking down at your bowl of pasta. You weren’t exactly hungry anymore, and now you just wanted to go home instead of being publicly humiliated like this.
He looked up from his phone for a split second. “Yeah?” straight back down.
“Are you going to eat any time soon?” you sighed, looking at his full plate.
He looked at his food, then picked up a fry and ate it. “Eating, see?”
You rolled your eyes. “I want to go home.”
He finally put down his phone. “But we are having a nice date, no?”
“A ‘nice date’ usually includes talking of some sort, and maybe just a little bit of attention from my boyfriend,” you gritted out. “This is what I was talking about, if you don’t have time for me, I’d understand Charles. Just don’t waste my time like this.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry-”
“Sorry isn’t cutting it anymore Charles, I’m not just going to wait here forever like some little fangirl who’s just ‘so blessed’ to be dating the Charles LeClerc. I love you, not you being a racing driver, not you being a model, not anything else. I love you, Charles. And I’m starting to feel like you don’t love me back.”
“Mon ange, please listen-”
“I’m done listening, I’ll see you at home,” you said and got up, actually receiving a clap from the two girls you’d met in the bathroom.
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Max Verstappen: circumstances end it.
You called again. And again. And again.
No answer. As always.
Long distance was hard, it was always going to be. Max didn’t need to make it any harder by not showing up for your phone-dates. He hadn’t called in months. He hadn’t seen you in over a year. He hadn’t done anything. He was never the first to call or text. He was never the one making the effort. He made you feel like a burden. He made you feel like shit.
Max: Busy sorry. Can’t make it tonight.
You: Don’t bother calling again. We’re done.
Max: What are you talking about???
You: There’s always something more important than us. There’s always something you’d rather do. I’m so done with this shit Max. I want a boyfriend, not a fucking pen pal. I want a boyfriend who texts and calls me back. I want a boyfriend who asks about my day. I want someone who actually cares about me.
Max: I care about you! Alright, just let me call you later, I’m at HQ right now
You: Max. I. Am. Done. Don’t fucking call me, don’t text me, don’t visit me. Let me live my life in peace.
Max: Is that really what you want?
A tear fell down your cheek as you read the message. You wanted Max, but you knew you could never truly have him, he’d always be married to his craft, always be more in love with winning than he’d ever been with you.
You: Yes.
You have now blocked this user.
You had to think about yourself.
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Leah's Halloween Extravaganza: Butcher's Lane
(This was for Spooktober 2024! Prompt: skeleton & paranoia TW: cannibalism (as always))
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Butcher's Lane at night was a sight to see. The town council hadn't gotten around to repairing the lamps, so they flickered like the set of a horror movie, dying with buzz-filled screams. The streets reeked of piss, like a thousand terrified animals had urinated on it as they were dragged to their death. The worst of all, however, was what Butcher's lane was named after: the reek of butcher shops.
I ignored the grumbling in my stomach. How many days had it been now? 5? 6? The last of my water supply was dwindling, and they were growing more insistent on pushing their foods on me.
They weren't people, not like you and I. They ate the poisoned food with no problems, not even registering what killed you. It scares me, old friend, to see these things walking around wearing human skins.
They recognise me as other, from the bones that poke out from my skin, from the growling of my stomach, from the blood on my cracked lips. I wonder if they understand that I know what they are, if they understand that they cannot convince me to fall for their trap, if they understand that the only way to take me is to pry my jaws open and pour that foul, foul food into my maw.
Gods, I was so hungry. It took everything in me to resist the urge to eat something, anything. I just wanted a meal. The half eaten burger sticking out of the trash was such a temptation, almost as bad as the rotting offal in the gutter. They were both tainted, of course, so I kept walking.
Are you wondering, old friend, if I'm about to join you? Fret not. I will not succumb to being mere bones. Your precious teeth will not mingle with mine beneath the ground. I am better than that.
I kept walking, hands in pockets, all four of them. When I got cold, I interlaced mine with yours, stroking the exposed bone. The mimics in their disgusting butcher shops stared at me as I walked. It was almost as if they'd never seen a woman carrying a skeleton around, or as if they didn't know how to behave like a real person. My stomach growled at the thought.
All that meat in the butcher shop, cured ham and dried lamb and sausage links stinking like heaven. It made something deep in my chest shudder with lust. But- I wouldn't touch the fakes' tainted food. I kept walking.
Home was a little hovel at the end of Butcher's Lane. Something up there must have been laughing at me when it placed me there, right alongside the street full of diabolical meat.
Thinking about it made me glad you were nothing but bone. You were pure, unlike me. I'd tried to keep the taint from touching my flesh, but with it in everything the fakes ate, there was only so much I could do. I imagined it corrupting my flesh already, and shuddered in disgust.
But I heard you whispering to me. Your voice is like the sweetest of flesh, so tender and juicy and- Oh, how could I insult you by comparing you to tainted meat? You are bone, dry and safe and utterly unlike the delicious crunch-explosion of metal on my tongue.
I am listening, old friend. I hear you when you suggest that I eat. I know you worry, and I'm glad that you do. Truly, it warms my heart that you fear me wasting away.
But what am I to do? All the food here is tainted, and if I eat any food whatsoever, I'll end up tainted myself. Then who will be there to protect you?
Eat them? Are you out of your mind? That would destroy me! Why, they've got a higher concentration of toxin than anything else in this town! One bite of that tender, tender flesh, and I'd be shot to hell! Besides, it's cannibalism, and cannibalism is ‘bad’. I'm careful, not crazy.
Oh, I never thought of it that way. You're right. They aren't human, ergo eating them isn't cannibalism. That's so clever! See, this is why you're the brains of the operation. But still… what of the toxins?
Don't worry about them?! Of course I'm worried! Do I look like I want to die?
I- Huh. I see. That… That might just be true, old friend. That might just be true. But if it isn't, it's my head on the line, not yours. Why should I risk it?
Yes, of course I trust you. You're my best friend, the only one standing by my side against this horrid invasion. I'd follow you anywhere, you know that. Or at least drag your skeleton anywhere.
Alright, alright, you win. I'll go grab myself a bite of one of them. Which shop should I stop at? The butcher's? There is a certain irony to it, I must admit. I like it.
I dropped my old friend on the ground, letting their bones clatter unceremoniously. Brushing dust off my stained skirt, I strolled into the butcher shop. Immediately, one of them turned to stare at me. There was horror and disgust on his face, as though he were mimicking my expression. Fool thing: didn't he know I saw right through him?
“Hey there, mind letting me over the counter?” I batted my eyes at him.
He stared blankly, as though I'd grown a second head. I must admit, I should have been more careful about the whole affair. If he hadn't been so shocked by my hubris, I might have been in real trouble. “Miss, the shop's closed for the day. You have to come back another time. Please,” he added hurriedly, hands scrambling to find something. I had a sneaking suspicion it was a butcher knife.
Of course one of them would try to kill me. I launched myself over the counter before he could attack, fingers scratching and clawing at his eyes with ferality. “Die, monster, die!”
Righteousness must have lent me strength and luck in equal measure, for I overwhelmed him to the floor and caught his knife as it fell, plunging the tip right into his chest. A spurt of blood, red and luscious and oh-so-delicious, shot up, splattering my face. I closed my eyes and let his death coat me.
It felt so good to fight back. All this time spent fearing the taint, nursing that growl in my stomach, enduring the eternal hunger as it grew, and at last I was finally freed of my shackles.
It was then that I let myself succumb to the hunger. I know, old friend, self-control is a key virtue. But just this once, I let myself go.
I mean- how often does one get to feast?
My fingers dug into soft, loamy flesh, stuffing it into my mouth. I ate like an animal, tearing apart his ribcage, shoving my face in the cavity where all the organs, the good bits, were. I squeezed the stuffing out of his intestines and gulped them down. I sucked his eyeballs right out of their sockets. I ate and ate and ate until I was stuffed, and then I ate some more.
There was something luscious in the act, the devouring of a hostile being, taking them and making them yours. I loved it. I loved the waves of ecstasy that flooded me as I bit his throat, as I savoured the bile of his liver, and I straddled his violated corpse and ate his and my hearts out. I loved him, in that moment, loving my enemy wih a passion that I didn't know I had.
Old friend, old friend, was the start of my fall? That lying on the floor, clothes ripped and stained, panting in ecstasy, body pressed up against his corpse? Was that the moment the slippage of my sanity began, at your cajoling? Was that your intention all along, to tempt me into madness?
You traitor, tainting me deliberately, in a way I, so afraid of a different kind of taint, could never have seen coming. Oh, but you were right about one thing.
Insanity felt so, so very good.
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KENSHIN UESUGI'S SEQUEL
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.
(What time is it now?)
(What was I doing?)
Kenshin: "Mai! Pull yourself together."
Mai: "Kenshin."
Under the blazing sunset, Kenshin cradled my collapsed body in his arms.
Kenshin: "Mai, look at me. Don't close your eyes."
He looked down at me, his hair swaying in the wind, soaked in the blood of the battle.
The pain and despair in his expression tightened my heart.
(That's right. We were right in the middle of the fight with Kicho.)
(My memories are starting to get fuzzy.)
The Oda army and the Uesugi-Takeda armies engaged in battle to intercept Kicho.
However, the two armies suffered significant blows from Kicho, who had procured a staggering amount of weapons abroad.
Moreover, Motonari, who commanded a naval force, emerged, attacking the ports one after another, halting the distribution of goods in Japan.
As a result, the security of various regions worsened, and even the once-bustling town around Azuchi Castle was on the verge of collapse.
(Not only that, but...)
Shingen's illness was also deteriorating even faster.
(Kenshin and the others have opposed me many times, but I was so scared about losing that I couldn't stop myself.)
As I continued to turn back time, I lost control of the distortion in space-time, and now, regardless of my will, time leaps had begun to trigger almost automatically.
Mai: "I'm sorry, I did it again."
Kenshin: "Don't speak. I understand."
Kenshin: "I understand."
(Kenshin.)
Kenshin repeated this as if trying to reassure himself.
(I tried restarting everything for a better future, so why is this happening?)
I could clearly see that Kenshin's heart was gradually breaking as if it were accumulating all of his suffering.
(All I wanted was to return to his side and be his source of strength, but...)
Was that a mistake?
Is this what happened when an ordinary human messed with time?
My hazy mind couldn't come up with a good answer.
(I only hope that Kenshin's heart will remain calm from now on.)
(That's what I wished for, so…)
Mai: "Why isn't it working out?"
Kenshin: "Mai."
He bit his lip tightly and growled low like a beast.
At the sound of his sorrowful voice, my eyes grew hot, and tears began to trickle down my cheeks.
(Huh?)
Suddenly, the space around me distorted, and I felt dizzy.
Kenshin: "Your body..."
(Body?)
The palms he spread in front of my face were transparent like glass.
When I looked, my arms and legs were beginning to lose their outlines.
(I'm disappearing.)
I instinctively understood.
This was the price for rewinding time too much.
Mai: "This is goodbye, Kenshin."
Kenshin: "No. I won't allow you to disappear."
Kenshin: "I'll take you to a safe place now, so stay still."
Mai: "Kenshin, please listen."
I placed my translucent, weakening fingers on Kenshin's pale cheek.
Mai: "I know this because I'm the one who kept distorting time."
Mai: "This is a bit different from death. I'll become someone who never existed in the first place."
Mai: "I'll vanish without a trace, erased even from people's memories."
Kenshin: "…...…"
Kenshin: "Will that include my memory as well?"
Mai: "Yes."
His words faltered as though something was caught in his throat.
(I wanted to be with him.)
(I wanted to spend a long time together, to stay by his side even as we aged.)
(But there's one thing that gives me peace.)
If he doesn't remember me, he won't have to suffer in despair.
(His heart won't have to break.)
(He'll be able to stay calm.)
The dizziness grew worse, and keeping my eyes open became painful.
My arms and legs felt numb, and even breathing became difficult. Yet, with the last of my strength, I continued to gaze at him.
Mai: "Please, be safe and find happiness."
As I whispered my farewell, he pulled me into a tight embrace.
Kenshin: "I don't want happiness without you."
Kenshin: "I'd rather face despair and lose my sanity than live that way."
Mai: "But—"
Kenshin: "Stop. Don't say it!"
His anguished cry made my chest ache.
Kenshin: "Mai, don't disappear."
(I'm sorry.)
Mai: "I'm sorry, Kenshin."
Kenshin: "………"
With a look of agony, he gazed up at the sky.
Kenshin: "If there's a god who controls the flow of time, please hear me!"
Kenshin: "This woman is my everything, my partner in all fate."
Kenshin: "I can shoulder the turning points of history, so feel free to use me as you like. I'll even throw away the glory and the thrill of battle to serve you if that's what you want. So please, return my beloved to me!"
The intensity of his love, utterly unrestrained, was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to my eyes.
(Even so, I'm happy.)
Mai: "Thank you, Kenshin. I love you too."
(Even if everything about me disappears, please let this feeling remain.)
(Even if it's just a tiny fragment, I hope someday it reaches him.)
A blinding light enveloped us both.
500 years into the future.
There, a peaceful world existed just as Mai had once known.
On a calm afternoon, Sasuke paused as he entered the research lab after opening the door.
Sasuke: "If you were here, you could've at least told me."
Sasuke: "Didn't I give you a smartphone the other day?"
Kenshin: "It broke."
Sitting by the window, Kenshin crossed his legs and casually replied while reading a book.
Sasuke: "Didn't you mean you broke it? Well, whatever."
With practiced hands, Sasuke placed green tea and pickled plums on the table before Kenshin.
Sasuke: "Here you go. I can't serve alcohol on campus, so this will have to do."
Kenshin: "Boring."
Kenshin pulled the plate of pickled plums closer and closed the book he had finished reading.
The cover read, The Life of Takeda Shingen.
Sasuke: "Did you enjoy that book?"
Kenshin: "Not really. It's just a story about Shingen overcoming his illness and living a long life."
Sasuke: "Thanks to you, of course."
Sasuke picked up the book, flipping through its pages.
Sasuke: "That day, you suddenly appeared before me and told me to complete my research on wormholes so that Shingen could be saved."
Sasuke: "When you pointed a sword at me in the street, I wasn't sure what to do."
------------Flashback-----------
Kenshin: "I found you, Sasuke."
Sasuke: "Uh, is this some kind of filming?"
Kenshin: "What's my trusty ninja doing acting so clueless? Say something stupid again, and I'll cut you down!"
Sasuke: "Please, just say it's a film shoot."
---------Flashback Ends--------
Sasuke: "You said the me you remember was a ninja, and looking back, it all feels like something out of a novel."
As Sasuke muttered this with nostalgia, Kenshin glanced at him while sipping his tea.
Kenshin: "Yet you obeyed my orders without hesitation."
Sasuke: "Yes. At the time, I hadn't even told my professor about my research on wormholes."
Sasuke: "I had no choice but to believe you."
The man who had suddenly appeared before him spoke of wormholes and time leaps as if he'd seen them firsthand, shocking Sasuke more deeply than the sword pointed at him.
Sasuke: "After that, I threw myself into completing the time travel theory."
Sasuke: "I convinced Lord Shingen to come to the present, arranged for him to get surgery through connections, and sent him back to the warring states era."
Sasuke: "It was quite a hard-mode mission."
Kenshin: "If you're my ninja, accomplishing at least that much should be expected."
Sasuke: "Because of this other version of myself I don't know, the expectations for me are way too high."
After muttering this, Sasuke gently closed the book.
Sasuke: "Still, it seems that with Lord Shingen's survival, the warring states period has settled down."
Kenshin: "I also told him about Kicho."
Kenshin: "By putting his personal feelings aside and forming an alliance with the Oda forces, he left no openings for enemies to exploit."
Sasuke: "Thanks to that, the conflicts that had spread across the land quickly settled, and Japan entered an era of peace."
Sasuke: "Of course, no war would last another five hundred years."
Turning his face toward the window, he looked out at a prosperous, peaceful scene with no swords or guns in sight.
Sasuke: "Everything you did was for that woman named Mai, right?"
Kenshin: "That’s right."
With eyes filled with resolve, Kenshin's fingers clenched tightly.
Kenshin: "In the past, I wished to have my beloved returned to me in exchange for bearing the burden of historical turning points."
Kenshin: "The fact that I am here means there was a presence that heard that wish and set a mission for me."
Kenshin: "I took on the role of ending the warring states period and guiding us back to a normal future at that time."
That day when he held Mai, and cried out to the heavens, everything changed from that moment on.
Kenshin: "I don't believe in gods, but if it means resisting fate, I'll cling to anything."
Sasuke: "..........."
Kenshin: "I live without going mad for the sake of that small hope."
Kenshin: "But I guess you could say that obsession is just another kind of madness."
His restrained, low voice trembled with sadness, causing Sasuke's chest to ache as he listened.
Kenshin: "I've made you listen to such trivial things."
Sasuke: "It's fine, but I hope you can meet that woman someday."
Kenshin: "Yeah. I’ll definitely find her."
With his long eyelashes lowered, Kenshin stood up and headed towards the door that led to the hallway.
Sasuke: "Are you leaving? You forgot your book."
Kenshin: "I'll leave it. It's an apology for that broken smartphone of yours."
Sasuke: "Oh, so you do feel a little bad about it."
Sasuke: "Next time, I'll have a new one ready for you."
Without responding to the voice that followed him from behind, Kenshin quietly exited the room.
Leaning against the wall, Sasuke let out a small sigh.
Sasuke: "Mai, where are you?"
After that, even as the sun set, Kenshin walked alone through the brightly illuminated streets.
Kenshin: "The future is overflowing with lights."
As if guided, memories floated in his mind.
------------Flashback-----------
Mai: "Do you still think this firefly's light is foolish yet beautiful, Kenshin?"
Kenshin: "Their light that reaches out to their loved one, even when it means risking everything, shines in my eyes like something beautiful and deserving of respect."
---------Flashback Ends--------
A long time has passed since then. Yet, the feelings that never faded have grown even larger, and the light that danced in the darkness etched in his memory was still dazzling.
Kenshin: "Where are you, Mai?"
As he moved forward without showing any interest in the towering buildings or the elegantly dressed people around him,
Kenshin: "-----!"
His gaze became fixed on a woman walking across the main street.
Despite the throngs of people filling the area, she appeared to shine in Kenshin's eyes.
Kenshin: "I finally found you."
[Mai’s POV]
(Good thing I decided to check out the exhibition!)
I was walking in front of the station, holding a newly purchased design art book.
(Still, I wonder when this discomfort in my heart will finally disappear.)
Whenever I touch something I've loved since long ago, an unfamiliar sadness wells up inside me.
It's as if the memory of having lost something important is tingling inside me.
(But that's not the case.)
To shake off the gloomy feelings, I lowered my gaze to the art book.
Mai: "Alright, I'll study this carefully."
(Whoa!?)
Suddenly, someone yanked my arm from behind, causing my body to sway.
Startled, I looked up to see a breathless man looking down at me.
(Huh?)
The man, with a face reminiscent of sculpture, spoke up.
???: "Mai!"
(-----!)
The moment he called my name, warmth filled my eyes.
Mai: "Huh?"
(Why am I crying?)
My vision blurred, and warm droplets ran down my cheeks.
No matter how much I wiped them away, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Mai: "I’m sorry! I don't know why I'm..."
???: "........."
The man bit his lip sadly and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.
His palm was warm, gentle, and slightly trembling.
(This person has different colored eyes.)
(What is this feeling?)
An incomprehensible emotion stirred my chest like a storm.
???: "First of all, I apologize, but I can't let you go now."
Mai: "But this is the first time we've met, right?"
My voice trembled as I asked the question.
The gaze directed at me was so sharp and intense.
(Why does he look at me like this, even though we've just met?)
???: "That's right. But I have been waiting for you all this time."
(Oh.)
He gently pulled me into his arms.
Mai: "L-Let me go!"
???: "No."
Even though I was confused, I couldn't shake off the warmth that enveloped me.
(I know this warmth, but I can't remember.)
(I don't know anything. I don't even know his name.)
When I raised my gaze, my eyes locked with his as he stared at me.
???: "I finally found the piece of my soul."
His earnest voice weighed heavily on my chest.
(My heart is trembling so much.)
(I want to return his feelings, but I can't remember him.)
It feels as though something unseen is holding me back.
I wanted so badly to embrace this man whose name I didn't even know. Yet, just as I was about to wrap my arms around him, I stopped.
(Why? It feels like I don't have the right to.)
Mai: "I'm sorry."
???: "Why are you apologizing?"
Mai: "I don't know. But it feels like I have to."
(I mean, there has got to be something I should apologize for.)
I desperately held back the sob that threatened to escape.
???: "Mai, no matter how much you try to refuse me, I will continue to call you, even if it costs me my life."
With an expression mixed with frustration and loneliness, he tightened his arms around me even more, as if he were binding my heart for eternity, stopping all time around us.
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Secret Story - Last Preview
This is the only other preview I’m giving you! I’m gonna try and post the whole thing today for Halloween! Warning for being a bit suggestive~
"I'm sorry! I don't know how I keep catching you at the worst times!" he exclaimed now looking at the ceiling to avoid your gaze. You realized what had caused him to get so flustered. You looked down and remembered that you were in your robe.
And only your robe.
You blushed hard, not being able to stop yourself from laughing. "No, no, it's okay! This one's on me, I shouldn't have called you dressed like this."
"But you didn't know I was going to pop over here! My fault, I don't wanna hear any 'buts'!" Lucifer turned your head to the side still doing his best not to look at you.
"Well, I was just getting ready for a bath..." you began.
"O-Oh, yeah, of course! No worries! I really should have thought this through, I just got really excited and I...Anyway! We can talk about this tomorrow! So I'll just be-"
"My bath is big enough for two." You blurted out without thinking.
At that moment, you could hear a pin drop. What was only a few moments felt like an eternity of silence. Your first instinct was to shut the door and lock it as fast as possible, but your body refused to budge. You just stood there horrified at the words that had escaped your mouth.
Lucifer wasn't faring much better. You watched his whole face turn a bright yellow that spread rapidly over his painted cheeks. And...was he shaking?
"I don't know why I said that," you mumbled almost incoherently. "if you need me, I'll be drowning myself now." You began to close the door before Lucifer caught it.
"I don't want you to drown," he spoke softly with just a hint of humor in his voice. "I better stay to make sure you're safe."
#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#lucifer smut#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel lucifer#preview#my writing
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New File Time | Jock Possession
[Read this description carefully; in many ways this is the weirdest, most sinister-vibe piece I've made! Perfect for Halloween. But do be cautious...]
Here it isss, the file you were all so excited about.
Jock Possession is my first real stab at a body-snatch kinda kink. Except instead of being overtaken by something external to you, what if... you were taken over by your own Jock desires?
Enjoy. I recommend listening through wakefully to see if you enjoy the content before committing to experiencing them hypnotically; be safe, and remember you can always take a break from the file for a while to let any suggestions weaken/fade away.
Nothing in hypnosis is forever, so don't worry unduly; the only reason I'm being so cautious here is I'd feel bad to trigger a panic attack in anyone as a sufferer myself, and I want you to know what the experience'll be like before entering it in a susceptible state.
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Discussion here of "possession" by your jock side - this is the biggun, and the dealmaker/dealbreaker for many of you. I am careful in this file to explain that the Jock who'll possess you isn't SOMEONE ELSE but another facet of you, a self previously unnoticed. But it's suggested that you will feel him "possess" you in contexts it would be appropriate for the Jock to emerge; gym, certain social circles, in masculine-coded environments... you'll feel puppeted, a little out of it, maybe a little fuzzy-headed. It will be pleasurable, and you have an emergency button to regain control if desired, but it may not be for everyone.
The Jock persona described in this file is very classic jock, without EXPLICIT dumbing but would be compatible with that if it was your goal.
Slight suggestion of your enjoyment of being the Jock creeping over time, for the sinister edge.
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When I'm not dropping myself or others, I'm off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland. But I am always available for commissions if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $65-120, but you can check my pinned Tumblr post for more up-to-date info. Keep listening, bros.
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RE: Valorized teachers - I was a teaching assistant who was put into a self contained special ed room. I'm also a wheelchair user with several neurodevelopmental conditions. The way that I was guilted by peers for not staying to shield kids from the abuse they dealt with that was both a) triggering to see/intervene in (since I went through similar shit) and b) minimum wage so I could only afford to eat once every 24 hours was really damaging to me. "If you don't stay and keep the kids safe, they'll just be abused worse." Yeah. They will. And within a month I'll probably kill myself and that'll traumatize them too. I still love those kids and I still lose sleep over "abandoning" one of them in particular but I wanted to survive. So I did everything I could to show them I loved them and they are humans and should be treated like humans, and I left. Other physically disabled people, interestingly, did not have the same hang-ups about self sacrifice (in my experience, obviously everyone is different).
god. yeah.
I'm substitute teaching in a few schools right now to supplement a part-time job I actually love, and while I initially planned to work with the local public school system, I've ended up in a private/independent schools instead. and like.
I grew up in public schools, I have so much beef with private/independent schools (and even more with charter schools, lol. but I'm not working with any of those) and I very much know that the students I'm working with now aren't the ones who need support the most. hell, I'm not even making as much as I could be in the nearest public school system!! private schools pretty much always pay less than public schools do, and that's definitely true here.
I feel bad for not working in public schools, and I could justify that (I turned down one offer from a district because they pay even less than the private schools do, plus the commute would be a nightmare; the other district is so underfunded that they keep firing admin people and they can't get their shit together to onboard me properly, so I now literally can't work there until I get a new passport) but also. like.
I've worked with public schools before, and frankly, I don't love it. The class sizes are twice as large, the schools themselves can't really do anything innovative on a larger scale, and the teachers pretty invariably don't love working there. They love their students, but the school?? There's always something to complain about.
One of the schools I work at right now is doing shit no public school can do, the entire student population is less than 50 kids, and the kids and teachers are genuinely happy there. Like, truly, honestly love being there. And I do, too! It's my favorite school to sub for, and it's not close.
Idk. I feel guilty sometimes, but also, like... it's not really fair to ask teachers to sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of protecting a few students from a broken system. I commend the people who do it, they're making an important difference, but it's really not enough to fix the problem itself. And it's not fair to expect it to be enough.
We need systemic change. We need better funding, better pay, smaller class sizes, people in charge who know what the hell they're doing, and we need to scrap current professional development practices and invest in long-term, ongoing coaching and mentoring practices for teachers so they can (and are accountable for) staying up-to-date with evidence-based (read: student-centered!!!) pedagogical approaches.
That doesn't just happen from inside one classroom, or even on the backs of the genuinely great classroom teachers currently making that sacrifice for their students. Other people- more people than just the education field itself- need to give a shit and make an effort, too.
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About the books:
A lot of you asked me about the books and where I got them.
Seeing your curiosity I will tell you all the story, but I got to warn you, it’s crazy and long.
Let me start by saying I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. (Not joking, nobody will come here as a tourist, if anything they drive pass us without giving my town a second glance). It’s a very old town, kinda charming in its own spooky way as the town was built waaaayy back then in the late 1880’s and a lot of the old buildings are still standing and in use.
One said building is our old “public” library, a focal point for locals as we went there to read or use the internet or pass time as there is not much to do.
Sadly this changed when the old library keeper died, the library while it was use by the public it was technically private property owned and operated by the old library keeper and his family for many generations. His kids without telling anybody sold the library to a group without telling anybody.
Had they known that the town mayor was willing to pay double for the building to keep it being run as it was they would have probably changed their mind.
Sadly this is when stuff goes from bad to worse. The people they sold it to was a cult.
I am not joking, they claim to be people of god but their not, they are extremist who do some…. Very bad things I will not say here… but if I had to compare them to anybody I compare them to Warren Jeff and his cult. (I am not exaggerating).
They let their plans know about how they were going to turn the library to sell books that are “religious” and “safe” and they were going to “purge out” all the evil.
Knowing what they were going to do the town band together to complain even the mayor got involved and offered to buy it back but they refused.
So me and a couple of others knowing what was coming we banded together and made a little group to hopefully save the books as we knew they were planning to get rid of them.
For a couple of nights our group grew and we planned. The first few plans failed…. That being that we tried to check out as many books as we could before they did anything. Sadly they caught on and would stop anybody from taking the books.
Then the staff got involved and grabbed and snuck out as many books as they could and snuck them out before quitting. (Their words “We are not working for those wackos” ) The most smart was the janitor who stuffed as many books as he could inside his janitorial cart and left. He did it several times before he was caught and had to run away with the cart while the crazy people chased after him. (He got away).
Sadly it was not enough and there was still a lot of books left.
Even worse the cult got smart and basically locked the building, not letting anybody in or out as they “Performef a cleansing and got rid of all the words of Lucifer and Lilith”.
There was a chance that we were too late to save the rest of the books and manga but we wanted to take a last chance.
So some of the most bravest, myself included made up an operation which we called “Operation saving Alexandria”.
Me and several others with their pick ups would sneak into the building in the middle of the night, climb up the fence and look around hoping to find where they trashed the books…. Secretly praying they were not thrown into a shredder before being tossed out.
I, another and the driver snuck in, the driver would stay by the car, my partner would help me look around.
Eventually we found this large roll off dumpster, I got in with the help of my partner, at first I thought the books were shredded cause all I saw was white till I opened a bag and saw that they were not shredded, but rather the book binding was torn off and the pages were scattered.
This was salvageable so I began to take garbage bags and throw them to my partner who in turn ran them over and threw them over the fence to the driver who caught and put them in the back of the pick up.
Once the pick up was full we drove away and then the second team was dispatched. Did the same process till their pick up was full and drove off.
Between several of us we emptied out that container. Even though it took several hours and one of the group claims that his group got caught by the cops who then turned a blind eye and let them go, acting as if they saw nothing.
With all the bags placed in a neighbors house who was not only a former library employee but had a large storage barn we began the phase two.
Opening the bags we sorted out all the pages of the books and tried to figure out where they belonged to make the books whole again.
It was not easy work and it also further confirmed the cult was even more of lunatics than we thought as they literally threw everything away. All the history, science, math books ect, all of the manga and comics, fantasy, sci-fi, everything had been thrown out!
So ya, it took us a long time and the effort of almost the whole town (minus the cult) to piece the books back together, then we had a fund raiser to gather enough money to send the pages to bookbinders and such so the pages can be put together in proper hardcover books.
When it was done the storage barn was converted into local public library for all of us to enjoy. We even named the new building “Library of Alexandria” as a tribute for our operations with the people who used to work at the old library working there. (We even joked about how operation will eventually become local legend for us to share with our kids)
This hardcover Pokémon manga was one of the victims of the books that were thrown out and is now salvaged. Lovingly cared for everybody to read to their hearts content.
#submas#unova region#pokémon black and white#subway boss ingo#unova#natural harmonia gropius#pokemon#manga#true story
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Shadows of the Sacred
father charlie x detective!reader
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summary: what begins as a case for y/n takes a turn to something far more difficult for y/n to resist
I still came to the church the next day. Last night lingering in the back of my mind. His lips against mine, his body pressed against me, and his strong arms wrapped around my body.
After his sermon he asked me to stay to talk. I stood in the hallway waiting for him. Father Charlie stood before me, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. "Y/n," he began, his voice filled with remorse, "I need to apologize for what happened between us. I know I crossed a line that I should never have approached. As a priest, my vow is to serve and protect, and I failed in that duty."
I looked at him, my emotions a mix of confusion and hurt. "Father Charlie," I replied softly, "I don't understand why you do it. You're supposed to be someone I can trust completely."
He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I know, and I'm deeply sorry. But I can't deny that I still have feelings for you. It's something I have to wrestle with every day. I want to be there for you, to support you, but I also need to respect the boundaries of my vow."
"This is all so confusing for me. I need time to think about everything."
Father Charlie nodded, his heart heavy. "I understand. Take all the time you need. Just know that I'm here, and I want to find a way for us to move forward, even if it's just as friends."
He stalked over to me brushing a strand behind my ear. He leaned down whispering in my ear. “Was that enough time to think.” I tried not to smile looking up into his eyes. “Charlie you know it’s wrong”
“I know that, why do you think my backs that way?” I pause for a moment. “you did that to yourself?” “I have to punish myself for my sins” “then what’s the point of-“ he cuts me off by leaning closer into me our breaths lingering. Making my heartbeat go faster. We heard footsteps and he pulled quick away from me looking for any bystanders. Must have been an echo because no one was there. But when I turned back around Charlie was gone.
Sister Megan rushed up to me, her words spilling out in a frantic stream. "Oh my goodness, have you heard about the murders? It's all anyone can talk about! I can't believe this is happening here. If you know anything I’d love to talk It's so scary!"
Me, keeping my undercover identity intact, tried to stay calm. "Yeah, I've heard some things. It's pretty unsettling."
Megan didn't seem to notice my attempt at composure and continued rambling. "I mean, who would do such a thing? And why here? It's just crazy! I don't know what to think anymore. Do you think we're safe?"
I nodded, trying to reassure her. "I'm sure the authorities are doing everything they can. We just need to stay alert and look out for each other."
Megan sighed, clearly not picking up on my subtle hints. "I guess you're right. It's just so hard not be so intrigued. Anyway, if you hear anything, let me know, okay?"
I managed a small smile. "Of course, Sister. I'll keep my ears open."
Father Charlie and me had been meeting secretly for weeks, our forbidden relationship adding a thrilling edge to our encounters. Tonight, we found ourselves in the dimly lit chapel, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the ancient stone walls.
We stood close, whispering softly to each other, the tension between us palpable. My heart raced as Father Charlie gently took my hand, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and concern.
"We have to be careful," he murmured. "If anyone finds out..."
"I know," y/n replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "But I can't stay away from you."
Just as we leaned in for a tender kiss, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chapel. We quickly pulled apart, my heart pounding. A nun appeared at the entrance, her stern gaze sweeping the room.
"Father Charlie, are you here?" she called out, her voice echoing off the walls.
Father Charlie cleared his throat, stepping forward to meet her. "Yes, Sister Megan. Is there something you need?"
I held my breath, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The nun's eyes briefly flickered towards me, but she seemed to accept Father Charlie's explanation that he was simply praying.
"Very well," Sister Megan said, her tone softening. "I didn't mean to disturb you. Goodnight, Father."
"Goodnight, Sister," he replied, watching her leave.
Once the nun was out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. Father Charlie turned back to me, his expression a mix of relief and lingering worry.
"That was too close," he said, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"I know," I whispered, resting my head against his chest. "But we're safe for now."
We stayed like that for a moment, savoring the closeness and the quiet of the chapel. Despite the risks.
Charlie, with his calm demeanor and kind heart towards me, still had no idea that I was a detective. He believed that I worked a regular 9-to-5 job, completely unaware of the dangerous world I navigated daily.
Our evenings together were a stark contrast to my work life. We often met at his small room in the monastery tucked away from prying eyes. Charlie would talk about his day at the church, the people he helped, and the passion he had for being a priest. I would listen intently, my heart warming at his passion for the church.
One evening, as we walked through the convent, my phone buzzed with a message from my partner at the precinct. I quickly glanced at it and slipped the phone back into my pocket, hoping Charlie hadn't noticed. But he did.
"Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Yeah, just a friend checking in," I replied, forcing a smile.
Charlie nodded, accepting her answer, but a part of him sensed there was more to her life than she let on. He admired her strength and independence, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something significant.
As we continued out walk, I felt a pang of guilt. She wanted to tell Charlie the truth, to let him in on my real life, but I feared it would change everything. I cherished the simplicity of our relationship, the way he looked at me with pure affection, untainted by the harsh realities of my job.
Later that night, as he kissed me in bed, Charlie took my hand in his. "You know, whatever it is you're not telling me, I'm here for you. You can trust me."
My heart ached with the weight of my secret. I looked into Charlie's eyes, seeing the genuine care and love he had for me. "I know, Charlie. And I promise, when the time is right, I'll tell you everything."
Charlie smiled, squeezing my hand gently. "I'll be here, waiting." He said continuing kissing down my neck
For now, our secret relationship remained just that—a secret. But I knew that one day, I would have to reveal my true identity to the man I was falling deeply in love with and have to end it.
Father Charlie was in y/n apartment, waiting for her to come back from a quick errand. As he idly looked around, he noticed a folder partially hidden under a stack of books on her desk. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled it out. The folder was labeled with y/ns name and contained detailed notes about the recent murder case, notes that only someone on the inside would have.
His heart sank as he read through the documents. It became clear that y/n was not just a concerned parishioner but an undercover detective. The realization hit him hard; she had been using their relationship to gather information for her investigation.
When I returned from the station, I found Charlie standing by my desk, the folder in his hands. Shit. "Charlie, what are you doing?" I asked, her voice tinged with panic.
"I found this," he said, holding up the folder. "Why didn't you tell me you were working on this case as a detective?"
My eyes widened in surprise and guilt. "Charlie, I can explain..."
But Charlie cut her off, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you were here because you cared, not because you were using me to solve a fucking case. How could you?"
I took a deep breath. "Charlie, I do care. I didn't mean to deceive you. I just didn't know how to tell you. My feelings for you are real."
Charlie shook his head, the pain evident in his eyes. "I trusted you, y/n. I thought what we had was real. Now, I don't know what to believe."
The room fell silent as the weight of the revelation settled between us, leaving our love hanging in the balance.
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Kinktober: October 27th - Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x Female!Reader)
Tags: Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Groping, Creampie, 1st Person POV
The night ended with me and Copia covered in sweat, saliva, cum, and maybe the teeniest amount of blood. It's hard to tell.
After a long and passionate afternoon of love making, chugging a bottle of water to rehydrate, (and Copia chugging down a juice box instead) we had a short yet heated discussion on who gets to take a shower first. Deciding we were both equally filthy, and both desperately wanting to use up all the hot water on our aching bodies, we decided to shower together. It saves time and water, a perfect solution! If only Copia knew how to keep his damn hands to himself.
I put most of the blame on him, but in reality, it's equally my doing, too. How can I resist, when he's in such close proximity to me in a steamy atmosphere, naked, wet, and vulnerable? Rubbing soap down his bare body, rubbing shampoo into his scalp and being entrusted to not get any in his eyes, seeing him so exposed in a non sexual setting, it's almost more intimate than the sex itself. What can I say? It turns me on.
It also doesn't help that his cock stands tall every time we shower together, no doubt thinking the exact same naughty things I'm thinking about him and his body. He seems to get particularly excited when there's bubbles covering my tits, eyes bulging as he stares like a cartoon character. Whenever his cock twitches, I can practically hear the 'boi-ing!' sound effect echoing throughout the bathroom.
This time was no exception. It was just supposed to be an innocent shower, but the both of us were stupid for thinking it could possibly turn out otherwise. Don't we know each other? We should know by now, hands will always wander. Like right now, as he scrubs down my back, diligently washing everywhere I couldn't reach, his fingertips graze my back, lingering right above my ass for a not so subtle moment. I smirk. "What are you thinking about, hm?"
"You already know." He grinned goofily, his cock slowly growing. I shake my head, rolling my eyes playfully. "It's just a shower, you pervert." I giggle, pretending to be annoyed. He gets closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck.
"But you're irresistible, amore mio." He coos, kissing up my neck to my jaw. "I cannot help myself, seeing you like this." I swat his arm gently, the obcene wet slapping sound bounces against the damp walls of the shower. I bet I'm going to be hearing a lot more of that in a minute.
"How many more loads do you have left in you?" I question in a scolding tone, though I know full well how aroused I am, and the moment he suggests anything, I'll be on him instantaneously. "After all that fucking, and you want more?"
"I always want more from you," He purred, nibbling on my earlobe in attempts to seduce me. Jokes on him, I'm already sopping wet, and not just from the water. "And what better place to do it than the shower? No mess to worry about, we can just get clean and dirty at the same time, eh?" His soapy hands run down my hips, to my pubic mound, lightly caressing and teasing me.
My lip quivers, my resolve quickly dissipating. "You do have a point..." I murmur, grinding my ass back against him, feeling his hardness against my glistening skin, subtly smiling to myself. He groans, shuddering softly.
"Cazzo... lean against the wall for me, will you, baby? And put your leg up, too." He asked gently, giving my ass a light slap. I chuckle and do as he asked, pressing my chest against the wall of the shower, leg up against the rim of the tub, almost losing my balance with only one foot to hold me on the slippery floor now. His hand remained on my hip the whole time. "I got you, amore. You're safe." He assured.
He lined himself up with my entrance spread for him, now fully hardened and ready to take me. He pushes in, arms wrapped securely around me to make sure there are no possible slips occurring. My mouth hung agape, the stretch beautifully pleasurable. I don't even need to be prepped by his fingers to take his length, he just fits in my cunt so perfectly, as if we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces connecting.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunts, thrusting in and out with ease, my slick enveloping him like a comforting warm hug. The tip of his dick brushed against my g-spot from this angle, each thrust either slamming against it or just barely grazing it, both sensations driving me crazy. He kisses the back of my head softly, taking a second to smell my shampoo, letting out a little hum of satisfaction.
The stream from the shower head poured down on us, as our wet, shiny bodies molded together. It was intoxicating, the warmth of the water on me mixed with the heavy scent of his fruity body wash and his skin rubbing against mine, it made my head swirl and fog with lust. Every nerve in me felt like it was vibrating, taking every ounce of willpower in me to not buckle and collapse, the magic movements of his cock rendering me weak.
He was always such a giving and attentive lover, one hand snaking around my waist to rub at my swollen clit, his finger movements skilled, causing me to grip around his manhood like a vice. He was determined to make me cum first, and lucky for him, my orgasm was rapidly approaching.
"Are you going to cum for me, beautiful? Yeah? Oh, s-such a good girl." He huffs and puffs, growing close himself, the multiple orgasms he had previously not making it easy to last as long as he wants. "Give me one more orgasm tonight, amore. I need to feel you, baby, I know you can do it..."
His words of encouragement are all I needed, one last pound against my g-spot has me making a mess around his length in an instant, falling apart with a scream, sounding like a porn star. The clenching of my cunt suffocating his poor sensitive cock, warm juices surrounding him, it wasn't long till he followed, spilling himself within me.
Pulling out with a hiss, his spend leaks from me, quickly being washed away from the water, that has now started to run cold. "S-should we wrap up about now? I think we've got everything..." He asks, catching his breath, both of us clinging to each other for balance. He leans over to turn the shower handle off. I snicker, hand clasped over my mouth.
"There's still shampoo in your hair, hun."
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Hi there! I'm a trans man who's been taking T for about 3 years now, and I wanted to share some insights for your friend.
1: About the risks of heart issues and other health concerns. Is there a risk? Yes. But it's the exact same amount of risk that AMABs are born with. I've noticed an elevated red blood cell count for me personally, but it's never been a dangerous amount and really just means it's a good idea for me to donate blood and share that extra!
2: In terms of the mental or emotional changes, it won't make you any more aggressive or emotional on its own. However, I notice when I don't take my T consistently that it does worsen my depression, so if you do start taking T make sure you take it when you're supposed to, and be aware if you decide to stop taking for a while that might affect your moods. Other than that, the biggest change to my mood was confidence. I wasn't as "quiet/shy" because I liked how I sounded when I spoke. I was more willing to go out and leave the house because I liked how I looked <3
3: The changes that come and how quickly they come are going to be different for everyone, but a good way to figure out how it will affect you is to consider your genetics and family medical history. For example, I was concerned about hair loss or a receded hairline, and was advised to look at the hair patterns of men on my mother's side of the family to get an idea of what that would look like.
4: Know that you have options, and never be afraid to advocate for yourself. Injections don't have to be your only option. I tried them for a year before deciding it wasn't right for me, that using the needles for myself was too anxiety inducing. So I switched to a daily gel I rub on my arms in the morning. There will be a plan that's right for your needs, your comfort, and your budget. I know it's scary asking these questions, but asking questions is the best way to find what's going to work for you!
Thank you! Here are some other anons who sent in about this:
Trans guy on T here, i get 1000mg of it injected intramuscularly by a nurse every 3 months, with regular blood tests to monitor it, as directed by both my regular GP and endocrinologist who authorised my prescription, iv been on HRT for over 4 years now. some info: - in my experience, my periods ceased entirely within a few months, i grew facial hair and more body hair, my voice dropped and experienced clitoral growth. some of these things are permenant and some would revert if i were to stop taking hormones. i have had no major (or even minor) health changes in this time but obviously if it happens it happens. - also about libido, iv always been asexual even before i started T so, nothing changed for me there. Again, im not some kind of difinitive trans guy, everyone will havw different results. Just keep in mind that sexuality is a spectrum and is fluid, as long as you remain respectful of your sexual and romantic partners and be mature, youre not going to become some kind of hypersexual monster. - taking masculanising hormones IS NOT effective birth control, if you have a functuoning uterus then you need to still practice safe sex. If you intend on having children, then you need to consider that if/when you begin treatment because it would be a notable factor in your success rate there. obviously by doing anything to effect your homones has its risks, you need to be careful about it, have regular checkups if you can. honestly i have no experience in self administering testosterone so i cant advise you do that, but if thats your only option then please make sure you do your own thorough research to ensure your safety. if youre taking masculanising hormones, everyones experience will differ as with any medication, but this has been proven for decades now to be an effective and safe treatment for gender dysphoria (honestly tho imo wanting to transition shouldn't nessesarily be pathologised like that). any risks may be present, but not more so than cis men. As long as youre taking care of your general health it shouldnt be a concern. this kind of shit gave me a bit of concern before i started hormones, so i get it, but doing a bit of research will quickly reveal that a lot of it is overblown and exaggerated by TERFs and other stupid pundits. If you're considering taking hormones of any kind, id reccomend seeking a general practitioner who is specifically knowledgeable about HRT, they will walk you through any associated risks and answer any questions you have before deciding if its the right option for you. good luck and be safe out there!
yooo velvet, 1000mg T guy again just adding some extra info i thought of - if you care about ur boobs then they might lose a little bit of "volume" i guess if you go on T, this is just part of fat redistribution, which can happen to some folk. medically this isnt a concern but for aesthetic reasons its relevant. - if ur into working out, you might find that you build muscle a lot easier, on the flipside you may find yourself with more of an appetite to control. so if you have issues or concerns in either of those departments then make sure you consider that too and figure out a plan. - honestly the worst risk for me personally is that i am now at risk of male pattern baldness i suppose. this doesn't happen to everyone and ur genetics will determine if it happens to you. theres lots of modern ways to retain your hair or prevent it from falling out too, and of course there are hairpieces or you could just own the cueball look too haha. (quick tip, if possible, check CIS MALE members of your family belonging to the MATERNAL half of your family tree, the gene for MPB is passed down your biological mother's side) - T can come in lots of forms if you dont like needles. you can get it in patches or pills too. Personally, i have no experience with these methods so youll need to look into it urself or ask ur doctor for help. you can also vary the dose of it too, you cant really pick and choose what effects you get by taking T but you can control their development to some extent. also of course if you decide after the fact that it isnt right for you, you can choose not to continue (bear in mind that some changes from T are "permenant", maybe ask some of your transfem friends for tips to overcome them, voice training, makeup tips, etc) basically though, dont take advice from people who have a political interest in silencing you. also im an anonymous voice on tumblr, dont take my word for this shit at face value. by all means use it as a jumping off point but make sure you look into it urself with research from credible sources and actual doctors who can attend to your needs personally. anecdotal from T users like myself are good but they shouldn't be your only source of info.
TMI but the only bad thing that happened to me cuz of T is my dick being unbearably itchy for a few days every so often
for that anon asking about T: i'm a trans guy whos been on T since 2019 and it did not cause unstable emotions in me at all. if anything, it made my emotions MORE stable because a lack of hormonal dysphoria meant that suddenly i was able to cope with the more unpleasant shit in life because i didnt have that background noise of hormonal dysphoria constantly making me a little bit miserable at all goddamn times. the idea that testosterone makes you unstable is just gender essentialist terf nonsense.
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What's this? A fic from me in the DSMP category because there was canon lore? In 2024?
I was watching or getting ready to watch someone else, I had my follower list open at least, and saw Jack was live and there was something about logging onto the server later in his title and wait what. I knew as soon as I updated some friends about said happenings, I muted the Discord channel I sent it in in case people wanted to talk more about it and maybe sent spoilers later, and I was on here very little because I knew even though I'm not 100% in the fandom anymore and certainly not a fan of all the members, I would like to see it for myself. So I watched the vod the next morning and oh my god.
I did not expect to get literal chills the moment he logged on and the first thing we saw was the bench. And I almost cried when we saw Las Nevadas. And I did cry a bit when we saw Tech's house. Regardless of how much I care about the streamers who were part of that as of late, I did at one point, very much so. This was something I did not expect, it was so nostalgic and emotional and actually warmed my heart a bit seeing so many fans come together during and after it happened. This was a really unexpected and lovely way to tie things up, I thought they kind of were already in all areas for me at least, but I think that this was a good way to finally properly say goodbye.
Epilogue
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Tommy was. Somewhere.
He wakes up he thinks, he opened his eyes at least, running a hand through his blonde curls.
And.
He didn't think he was alone this time. Or well, he wasn't always, Tubbo was there sometimes, but this was a different sort of person feeling.
"H-hello?"
He typed into his communicator for the heck of it.
"Hey."
Jack?
"Wh-where have you fucking been?"
"Casino.
Been here for years mate.
Made loads."
He was.
He was in Las Nevadas?
This whole time. This whole time?
Tommy stood at the top of the hill at the entrance of the faux desert and sure enough.
Someone with one blue and one red eye, a head of buzzed hair with a headset on top, a blue short sleeved hoodie, and camouflage pants stood at the bottom.
"Let me bless you, my boy, it's been too long."
He threw a couple of diamonds at the feet of younger, who probably looked just as puzzled as he felt.
"Jack. Seriously.
What happened?"
"What do you mean? I've just been here. Playing roulette."
This whole time? This whole time.
"Wanna know where I've been?
Come with me."
"Hold on, can't leave on a loss, gotta get that big win."
Jack came out eventually, and they walked out of Las Nevadas and along the Prime Path together, he has somewhere to show him.
"It's good to see you."
"You too, man."
"I've been here."
"Here? Under the bridge?"
"Out in the distance. That way.
I've got a house. It's nice."
"I haven't seen anyone for a loooooong time.
Well, maybe Tubbo, every now and again."
Tommy and Jack walked, or well, Tommy walked, and all the sudden Jack's voice became quieter and quieter somewhere behind rather than beside him.
"Me either, casino's been empty.
Honestly, I just steal money from the safe's to gamble with. I could take it all if I wanted, but the thrill keeps me in there.
Gambler's addiction, they call it. One day I'll win big. 99% of people quit before then.
But not me. I'll make it. It's been years, but, it's coming."
He turned his head to the boy with heterochromia behind him, blonde waves bouncing lightly.
"You're not very good at catching up, are you?"
"Just telling my story, man."
Jack said while he jogged to be once again beside him.
"Never thought I'd be around these parts again. I moved far from here to get away from it.
It brings back too much. Joy, fun, sadness, pain. Too much of all of it.
But it's nice to see a familiar face."
The path they took to get to their destination was familiar, and this time he knew it was safe as well as convenient, no one with a mask he had to worry about being on the other side, or worse yet, chase him.
A bridge of cobblestone among the dark red brick and close to unbearable heat, from one swirling purple transparent gateway surrounded by obsidian to another, and they were spot out onto a soft cold white blanket.
"I don't live around here."
"Oh. I thought that's where we were going?"
"No, god no. Do you know how long it took for me to get back here?
I come here a lot though"
A house, a cabin to be exact, sat the same as them in the nearby distance.
It was cream colored with chestnut colored accents, a matching wooden roof and front door, and a chimney that stood tall and sat bare, no plumes of smoke emitted which once came from it.
"Cool. It's quaint. I like it.
Maybe I'll bye it when I win big!"
Tommy looked to the older boy with two colored eyes beside him, opened his mouth but decided against saying anything, then opened it again to say something after all.
"This is Technoblade's house."
"Oh. Maybe I won't do that then."
"How long do you usually sit here like this?"
"As long as I need to.
Sometimes minutes. Sometimes hours."
There were areas of fences close by on the surrounding property, the occasional bray or bah or grunt echoed through the air, and sat in the otherwise quiet.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Hit me."
Tommy fidgeted with the fingers on one hand in his lap as he found the right words and considered them being actually spoken.
"Do you ever.
Like, despite all the war, and the fighting, and all the- well, all the mess- how much it sent me a fucking mess.
Do you ever miss it? Those days? The people? Or, well, the way they were. The way it all was."
Jack looked at him, something like softness in his features.
"Sure. It was all a bit much at times, and I'm not sure I'd wanna do it all again.
But I miss it sometimes. It was fun, really."
"Yeah, I don't think I'd do it all again either. But. I don't know, I've tried to move on. My little cottage far away, my humble paradise. But that trails a lot into my mind."
"I think it trails onto all of our minds sometimes, wherever we all are.
But we all have to move on, find our own destiny sometime."
"Okay. Phew. I'm glad it's not just me."
"Chasing the win keeps me happy.
I like who I am now, probably more than I was. But that doesn't mean he was bad."
"You like being a gambler? Over an incompetent fight loser?"
Jack laughed, soft and genuine, and Tommy fidgeted a bit harder.
"I guess they're not great options are they."
"Sorry, that was a bit harsh, I don't see many people."
"One of them means I might win someday, I was never gonna win back then."
His face held that expression again, soft, almost sad maybe.
"I've still got my one life. One canon life.
And I intend to use it the best way I can."
"What do you mean? How do you wanna use it?."
"You know. I've not got a clue.
But I'll figure that out later.
For now, I've got my cottage, and my new pet! Oh she's adorable. Mareep, she's a little sheep I caught.
But you know, things are okay for me.
Tubbo and his fucking bees I see also every now and then. He's doing pretty well for himself. Selling fucking honey."
"Oh, that's good. I thought he exploded when I blew up everything.
I can't actually die I don't think, so I never know whether these things are bad for everyone else or not."
"I guess being the president of L'Manberg teaches you a few logistical things, aye?
Not that either of us would know anything about that."
"Well."
"Well."
"I haven't seen anyone else besides Tubbo."
"Yeah, you two are hard to separate."
"Tell me about it."
"I think I like it that way for now though.
The quiet life."
"Quiet is nice. This is nice."
"It's good to see an old face though. I know I said it before, but it really is."
Tommy pushed himself up and off the snow beneath them, a couple joints popped, Jack did the same, they stayed standing with the cabin behind them.
"Well, I can't stay for long, I've gotta do things like feed Mareep."
"Yeah, I got some places to see, now that I'm out.
Haven't left there in a while, probably should go check on some things."
"Is there anything else you wanna ask me? I have no questions for you."
Jack looked like he might have something to say, but was going through the roster of words in his mind, carefully considering them.
"Are you happy?
I guess that's really all I'd care to know."
Tommy opened his mouth to respond, closed it, gave a whisper of a smile, ran one of his hands along his pant leg in a partial fidget and a partial way to rid himself of the cold, then opened it again.
"Getting there."
They both nodded gently.
"I'm glad."
"It's good to see you, Jack."
"It's good to see you too, Tommy."
"I hope you get that big win someday.
Oh, and hey. Don't let anyone bye this house."
"I won't."
"I might not see you again. But I hope to lhear about it if you win big."
That's okay. You will. I can deal with just knowing that you're happy."
Tommy held out a hand.
"So long J Money."
Jack shook it.
"Bye Big T."
They both looked to the cabin once more, gave a two finger salute, and went their separate ways along the snowy path.
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It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry
( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)
(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)
#I just realized I can call him dad easier than my real dad and now I understand why am I so damn attached to him#I always knew he was a parental figure for me#but now I connected the dots#How when u have an absent dad and a d34d mom a guy shows up in ur life#that tells u life advice that both of ur parents failed to do so#and makes u feel safe the first time in ur life#ofc ud become attached#i know for sure its unhealthy how much i love and miss him#he occupies most of my thoughts honestly#But how could i not cling to him so much when he was the only one who gave me hope in life#i try to keep going and even tho he is not here i keep telling myself whatever he taught me. i keep reminding myself he wants us to live an#bloom and be free#and that's what ill try to do#but you know somedays i wish i could just disappear and be wrapped in eternal happiness#its so fucking hard to pull yourself out of the slump man im so fucking tired im so so tired#somedays i wish id have the courage to off myself but i know that deep down i want to live and ive always wanted to live but i have no idea#how to live. i feel like i finally found a purpose and someone i love. but at the same time im always doubting myself and im scared of losi#g this little hope again and i know i should cherish and use it instead but each day i have this anxiety because rn i have nothing else if#lose this i seriously will lose everything atp. but ill still try bc rn its this or death so i should try im just damn tired yes anyways#sorry for being depressing some days just dont work out but thats okay#yes at the same time i want to get out of my head and try to find some friends but i cant deny that im highkey fucked up and i just cant le#go of my past and i still feel like that helpless unloved kid and idk how to form relationships this way. i dont trust myself at all so idk#how to trust others. and i feel like in order to find ppl that would love me i have to overshare abt my whole lifestory bc it still dictate#my life heavily. and since i met this band its better cuz im learning to deal w it and i want to heal from everything but yes at the same t#me who would wqnt to be friends w. someone that has like a year of life experience and 18 years of depression lol#so yes its complicated. bc i have friends but im like the funny friend. the one that is as shallow as puddle and has no problems but honest#y im genuinely sufferint qnd have been sufferinz all my life so i want to come out of my funny friend role. but that wojld mean i have to t#ll the shit i went through to all my friends but tbh it would be so random so ye. i do have a plan though. how it could work. But yes im ti#ed have been tired for 7 years now. But this time around i hope i can successfully get out of this torture cycle lol.#ok sorry this is what happens after puberty guys i could beva research case for a damn mental institute atp xdd
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n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.
#text#i think even younger ones that possess the same nasty traits can be slammed back 'In their place' (in his mind) by him just bc his -#- abilities and power alone (alt. name the factors that make him 'Cool') that dumbs them down insanely in comparison#maybe by this i mean like; ild*ri. despite the animosity she could still feel very foolish and is conscious of her wuss-ness#if that makes sense#cause no matter the disrespect anyone might have for an older capable person the reality is still reality#tbh i just think he doesn't like to sweat it much and still aims for the younger ones bc it's easier than it would be for someone that's -#- 30+ years old#and once he's proven his point he doesn't find any merit in sticking with older ones cause their interests or anything they offer -#- don't matter to or interest Him personally#i think an older demographic is just more boring to him and he would rather spend his time being metaphorically sucked off for his greats -#- by someone that already finds themselves 'lesser' than him and always will for a long time#than someone that is defiant of that fact#basically the more power imbalance the better#in his mind there will always be one unless he certainly knows someone is his equal (or better than him) but he likes the add-on of an -#- age difference too#keeps it in a safe zone with less problems for him#sorry for spitting again my brain just started machine-gunning thoughts for no reason#also i said before that he's an innocence fan. might not be a total puritan but there's something there#it's kinda like him not wanting to be with a dusty ''OLD'' person that's seen a lot anyway#i'm like barely able to hold myself back from opening my mouth to mention t*lvas where i'm making a point about n*loth's brain where he -#- isn't even needed to prove it#but like#him voicing dislike of n*loth general nauseating character and actions but still sucking up to him while n*loth can probably feel -#- that dislike anyway is cute to me i like to view it as an object being thrown into the wall over and over#where n*loth is proving his own worth to other people by drilling their brains out with proof. not that he needs to#but he would like that to be perfected a 100%#and t*lvas is capable of being molded into that state ....... probably#silusvesuisuis you didnot just confess to wanting to see t*lvas be slammed into a wall you fucked up demented beast you're sick#actually can't believe i forgot to mention this but he's literally so immature idk what he has anything in common with actual mature people
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