#now i could've done that...but i hardly move in my sleep

[thehoneyedsoul]

Does anyone else get demonic encounter dreams? I get them once in a blue moon, but last night's/this morning's dream was a bit different than what I've experienced in the past because I felt like my back was being scratched up in real life. Now, it could've been my cat bothering me while I was having that dream, but I'm unsure since there's no visible scratch marks that I can see. Either way, it's weird..

These encounters I have in my dreams...I usually never see the "demon" or evil creature but I feel their presence. It's kind of like I'm in a void or a very dark room and I can just sense them. My dream self has to repeat various phrases, anything from "begone", "get thee gone", "the power of Christ compels you", "you hold no power here", or anything along those lines over and over and over again (while my dream self is terrified) that it becomes sort of a mantra and I wake up.

I will say I wasn't too particularly scared this time around, which is surprising, but the fact that it felt like I was being scratched did add a different factor to the dream.

[skell3]

It's like, 4am, I can't sleep and have Distortion feels.

Headcanon on Distortions transition from Michael to Helen below. Not proofread or anything. Probably a mess of thoughts. IDK, I'm eepy and wanted to get it out of my head.

You have been warned, lmao

Michael stepped through the doorway with a map in hand and fear in his heart...

That was the day the Distortion felt emotion.

He-they-it-we-- the melding of poor Mr. Shelley and the Spiral's advocate for a ritual twisted and tested them both through a process that nearly undid them together.

But because they-it-he were two into one, even as the Distortion took His shape and form, learned His emotions and took on His memories, Michael only really existed inside the halls. And yet he didn't.

Reflections, paintings. How the Halls changed to suit his tastes. The Yellow Door was who he was as much as it wished it wasn't. Both a blessing and a curse upon it- ritual ruined and now it knows anger. Rage.

Sorrow.

But now it could attract meals better. A charming young man and an inviting looking door...

The Distortion was Michael Shelley, but the hunger for Fear and Its nature all but washed his direct presence from itself. All but a room and the occasional glimpse of him within itself. Preserving the heart of someone it perhaps pitied or loved for what he became to it.

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This is what Helen Richardson encountered on her first trip into The Halls. Disoriented, famished and dehydrated, she had thought she hallucinated it- like everything else It fed from her. The image in the reflection of a mirror of a round-faced man with blond curls could've been just that. After all, he wasn't there when she turned around.

But something was different.

Helen called out in case it really was someone else trapped there, frightened away. Called until her throat was aching, cried what she had left in her after. Then, hours or days or weeks or- who knows- later, she got up and started to walk again. And saw him again, looking quite sadly at her, as if it were his fault she were there.

She laughed at him this time, hysterical- up until he left the mirror again. Helen tried to call out, to get him to stop, but to no avail. But that had her moving, to keep walking, keep going. If someone was there, maybe she wouldn't have to die alone in here.

Besides: this time, she caught the faintest scent of sunflowers. Something she would remember even as she opened a door and stumbled out of the halls. It would fade with her surprise, yet linger as she breathed deeply her first fresh breath in... She didn't know how long, at the time. Even if that scent, that sad young man, would leave her while she attempted to recover and keep away from suspicious doors-

He was the first thing she remembered when It caught her again.

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At first, Michael had thought it was her- the assistant. The one They tried to warn, about The Hive. Rooted in His history with His Archivist and what She did to It, that had been a test, a curiosity, and an urge it could not ignore. But realizing it wasn't the Assistant, Michael had turned away from the latest Meal in the halls, fading from the chore of existing again.

Or he would if she had not been so desperate. So determined.

This strength spurred what was there of Him, and Michael made his presence as little and simple as possible. It could hardly Know itself for risk of unbecoming, as the complicated process of how He became who It was could've only been done through the insanity of that stupid piece of paper he let Gertrude Robinson bribe him to use-

And for her credit, this Helen woman was a lot tougher than he had ever been. So he managed her a way out, while It was distracted. Maybe then He could finally fade in peace.

But no, more of that anger that grudge he'd unintentionally imprinted on The Door, and the Distortion kept poking into things that stirred the memories of Michael. Not really intentionally of it's only right, either, as the Archivist was a figure of interest and all, but the whole thing caused discomfort within the halls like anxiety might do to the gut.

Michael could not fade, the Distortion would keep at Its tactics to use His feelings against others, and Helen Richardson would be claimed again by the Halls- this time, for good.

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The mirrors were the first thing Helen watched after her initial breakdown upon realizing she was There again. Searched for that round face, the softer curls than the being that wore them outside the Door. If whoever he was had led her out before, maybe he could do it again- before she actually died this time...? But he didn't show, not for a little while, and her hope begun to fade.

Even if she could escape again, It would find her again, wouldn't it? Helen could still feel the walls breathing sometimes, got dizzy and disoriented when she turned a corner and found nothing but wall right behind her again. It still got to her, fed off her, but somehow... Either it was because she had been there before, or because she realized and accepted that escape might not be the way out...

Things were more familiar than before.

Only when she realized this, did Helen spot the sad blond man again, and she wordlessly followed his path this time.

Sunflowers. Warmth. Somehow the carpet under her feet felt softer. The walls weren't so twisted, things weren't shifting so much, vibrating through her senses. Sounds that echoed in ways they should not have were more muted. Helen wondered who or what this man was to this place, and after a time, she even asked.

"Who are you?"

No answer.

"Why do you two look alike?"

Nothing.

Of course, Helen had thought It had come in there to torment her, at some point in time, but the difference was more felt than realized, and a gut feeling kept her grounded on this one.

"Where are you?"

That question has the mirror fellow stopping. Now he could be viewed better, tall but not too tall. Dressed as if prepared for Winter, though the air very nearly felt like Summer. Helen waited to see what he would do, and when the answer was to start moving away again, she followed.

"I'm going to die here."

Not even a pause.

"Did you die here?'

Was it just her, or did she feel more tired? Weakening faster. Other sensations were starting to kick in again. How long has she been there? Her throat was dry... Helen tried to move a little faster, to catch up. She tripped, stumbled,

and caught herself with her hand upon the knob to a door.

Not Yellow. Not the way out. Plain, easy to miss as the hall shifted again around her and made her queasy. There was a round mirror on it, though, and in it she saw herself, nearly a corpse in appearance.

Behind her was the man, who looked a lot younger than she thought before. He almost smiled, but there were tears in his eyes. An unspoken apology on his lips, a hand closed over Helen's on the door handle.

"This is the only way."

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The doorknob was turned.

The Distortion was pulled into itself and remade.

Helen unbecame and became again, learning of Michael. Learning of the Distortion. And it learned her, became her as It had once been Michael.

The Distortion stepped out again, and Helen confronted the Archivist.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(if only she heard his last thought dude 😭🫣)

Freya kept her attention on the rain being poured down, an emotion showing itself up in her that she wasn't quite familiar with. So, as she always did, she pushed it away and pursed her lips, lifting her chin higher as she spoke, "Oh, gee, now you're talking about being friends already." She chuckled, going back to sit on the floor next to Blaze, now more closer to Toothless as well. "Plus, aren't you fine with the friend group you already have?"

She spoke as though she hardly knew them, although she was good friends with them as well, just not as much as Hiccup would be. "If I were in this place with Snotlout, I could've just knocked him out and slept through all of this." Freya slyly glanced at Hiccup before she continued, "Could've done the same thing to you but you kept yapping that mouth of yours."

Blaze nudged her, as though telling her to stop talking. "What? It's the truth." She gently held out a hand towards the Night Fury beside her, finding the darkness of his scales fascinating. "Toothless is very pretty.." Freya delicately scratched his chin, smiling at the fact that she was able to do such a thing.

Since she avoided Hiccup, she often never had the chance to interact with Toothless as much, so she allowed herself to enjoy even being next to him. In her own stubbornness, Freya didn't want to admit that she admired the Night Fury and his many abilities. "Y'know, if you weren't so stuck to Toothless all the time, I'd actually be around him more."

Blaze grumbled, catching Freya's attention. "Oh, I love you too, you big baby." She wrapped her arms around his head, another genuine smile on her lips as the sand wraith snuggled closer to her. Without warning, Blaze huffed, purposefully ruffling her hair in the process. "Hey! How many times has my hair gotten messed up today!? You're not making it any better!" She lightly pushed his head away as the dragon amusingly snorted, watching her struggle trying to flatten any flyaways.

"Well, why not? We seem to have more in common than we thought." Or, than he thought...since she kind of already knew a lot more about him than he realized.

"Oh, you mean, the group that also consists of your friends?" He raised an eyebrow at her, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Toothless warbled, closing his eyes. Freya was giving him scratches in his favorite spot, and he was very happy.

Watching this, Hiccup moved away from the mouth of the cave, throwing a few more sticks and broken branches into the fire. Brushing off his hands, he moved back to the other end of the cave, sitting himself back down by his armor.

Wait, was that a genuine smile? From Freya? He didn't think he'd ever seen that before...

It's a nice smile, he thought to himself, the corners of his own mouth turning upwards as he looked at her.

Realizing he was staring, he quickly looked away, clearing his throat, and busied himself with checking to see if his armor was dry yet.

It wasn't.

The storm continued to rage, and Hiccup let out a sigh. "Looks like we'll be here for a while yet..." Leaning forwards, he removed his prosthetic, giving what was left of his leg a little break.

Toothless perked up, and Hiccup chuckled. "Okay, you can chew on it. But go easy! I don't have my spare with me today." The dragon grinned, reaching forwards and taking the wooden and metal leg, chewing on the metal bit.

Leaning back against the cave wall, he said, "I figured, we're stuck here anyways...might as well rest a little. Look, if you do want to sleep, go ahead. I'll wake you when the storm ends."

[nerdgirlriot]

work-related stuff i need to get off my chest on this extremely stressful Thanksgiving week and this occupying my brain and making it hard to sleep so...!

arrrrgghh two co-workers are saying they're going to leave if I don't step into a more leadership role in the department bc they hate one of our managers (whom I have a decent work relationship with)

sooooooooooooo the thing is that they've been at the store for a LOT longer than i have. They could've quit ANYTIME. In fact, another former co-worker quit because she couldn't stand the manager in question. I admit that he's not nice, but he gets shit done. Thanksgiving would fall apart without him running the entire thing.

I really dont' think these co-workers know how hard this manager works. They should consider themselves lucky that they don't have to get pulled into the kitchen to pack 100s of pounds of green beans for Thanksgiving meals. And now they're trying to guilt me into taking on more responsibility so they won't leave for another store

how about fucking hell no?

i don't give a shit that you hate this manager. This manager is just telling you to do your damn jobs. These two co-workers open the store so they've got 3 full hours before the store is open to customers and somehow they hardly EVER get any non-customer facing stuff done? how in the fuck? how fucking hard is it to just do what's fucking asked of you and not bitch at me that our manager is "mean" and an "asshole" for telling you to do your fucking jobs?

so our store closes one hour later on the two days before Thanksgiving and one of these co-workers told me that they're scheduled to come in at 6am instead of 5am and then the store opens at 7 so they only have 1 hour before the store opens. so one of them asks, "We only have 1 hour so what are we supposed to do?"

IDK YOUR FUCKING JOBS????????????????????????????????

So as a closer I get all my tasks done and ALSO I deal with customers? like...i do EVERYTHING asked of me and our manager isn't "mean" to me? also how in the fuck is me taking on more responsibility and more work and more stress going to help? Tell me how am I supposed to change this manager's mind when these co-workers have sorta proven over the course of 8+ years that they cannot (or will not) do all the work.

Threaten to leave? Then LEAVE. oh btw they also hated the previous team manager (for, guess what, giving them these same tasks and expecting them to DO THEM) and theywanted to leave before and guess what? They fucking didn't? Move to a different store? Good luck bc you're going to be asked to do the EXACT SAME THING (and maybe even more if the store is busier than ours). that's kinda the point of big store chains. Run all the stores the same and put the same expectations on them all. It's going to be the fucking same shit but you're going to be dealing with a whole new manager who is also probably still going to be "mean" and "an asshole". I fucking guarantee you that our leadership team is the most level-headed and accomodating of all our stores in the area. Source: I've interacted with most of them and a lot of them are more metrics-driven than ours. With them, you're going to have to meet quotas, while I know our managers are fine with doing your best, unless that means not doing anything.

so don't come to me with this shit story and guilt-trip me into doing shit I don't wanna do just cuz you won't do your fucking jobs.

it's two more days to Thanksgiving. No one should expect work to be a walk in the park during the holidays. And if you don't understand that get the fuck out of retail

rant over

[aonemanarmy]

Engrossed as he was in the moment Sephiroth scarcely noticed Vincent's unceremonious arrival. It hardly mattered to him in the first place since the man was no real threat and whatever the ex-Turk thought he could do wasn't worth humoring anyway. The only important thing in Sephiroth's world in that moment was Jenova and she held him all but spellbound, her presence so captivating it was difficult to pull one's attention away from her.

It has been too long my child.

The sound of Jenova's voice was filled Sephiroth's mind more clearly than ever before and he could swear that he had heard that same voice calling out to him in his dreams. As a very lonely and isolated child he longed to have someone – anyone – to reach out and to comfort him, to save him from the pain and suffering he had to endure, but no one had ever been there. Now, he had finally found someone that sought to help him, to free him of the agony that plagued his existence for so very long.

“Now that I have found you everything will be as it should be,” he readily carried on the conversation with the voice that echoed through his thoughts making it seem as if he were talking to himself in the depths of his own madness.

If only things had been that simple.

However, their conversation was rudely interrupted by the sound of Vincent's voice filling the air breaking the otherwise chilling silence that lingered long after Sephiroth's words melted away into nothingness. The ex-Turk's voice almost echoed around the room and Sephiroth was no longer able to ignore the other man's presence, the gunman seemingly determined to continue making himself a thorn in Sephiroth's side.

So, he has come too.

Within the tank Jenova's lidless eye appeared to focused upon the intruder to their little reunion. The subtle shift in appearance could've easily be chalked up to a trick of the light or the slowly spiraling air bubbles that flowed throughout the tank, but there was no denying the feeling of a piercing gaze spearing through the man in crimson.

“I had thought you would remain sleeping where I had left you.” Sephiroth turned his head, his eyes glowing brilliantly in the darkened room. “Have you not yet learned your lesson? Mother and I have much to discuss.”

What conversation could be had with a preserved corpse would've been impossible for anyone else to comprehend, but Jenova was a master at deception. It was what had allowed her to survive throughout the ages regardless of the harsh conditions that would've caused any other life form to perish, but not her. She was ancient when this world was young and long after it died she would remain and move onto countless others just as she'd always done. The only difference was that this time the foolish creatures of this world had granted her a child of her own, one which she could use to bend to her own will and fulfill her true purpose.

He is unimportant.

“Yes,” Sephiroth readily agreed, his attention shifting back to the tank before returning to Vincent. “Leave. I will not have anyone try to separate us now that I have finally found her.”

The more Vincent pushed himself, the more his wound screamed at him. Mount Nibel was no easy trek, even for someone inhuman as Vincent. The sharp edges and cliff-sides acted as warnings for all who dared to pass through. Even though there had been bridges and ladders created for access to the Reactor, several of them were aged, and one in particular was already broken. It was the main passage way. The urgency grew as Vincent looked up towards the Reactor. He couldn't tell what was actually taking place, but every cell in his body was screaming for him to make haste.

The bridge had broken fairly recently, which meant Sephiroth had gone another. Though Vincent couldn't remember all that happened during their fight, he did recall the inhuman movements Sephiroth managed to pull off. Though both men were far removed for humanity, Sephiroth possessed much more power than him. And being wounded, Vincent had very few options. Turning into Galian would possibly allow him to cross so he could climb the walls, but doing so would also be a huge risk to his sanity. He would be forced to scale the rocks. His armor proved to be useful while climbing the sides of the mountain, but the cut across his chest had been so deep that at some point, it was even painful to breath. There was no doubt Sephiroth had sliced through his lungs as well. But he had been through more pain than this. He could endure. He had to. Once he had managed to get up on a ledge, Vincent paused and looked into the canyon towards the small village of Nibelheim. He could see what used to be homes now become piles of ash, the water tower toppled over, and the distant screams of the survivors mourning their loss. He could see Shinra Manor standing un-touched at a distance, creating a strange feeling in his stomach. Sephiroth could have easily burned the building down along with him. And yet he didn't. Instead, it would forever look down into the lowly village, the cries of innocence would sooner or later be filled in the Manor's basement. And if he didn't stop Sephiroth now, who knew how many more lives would be taken? Finally, Vincent arrived to the Reactor, seeing the mako-colored lights giving it an eerie glow. He could sense a dark presence emanating from the Reactor the closer he approached. Sephiroth was certainly in there, and likely what he also felt was Jenova. As Vincent made his way through the Reactor, he saw several dead bodies of monsters scattered about, cut down by a single strike of a sword. It couldn't have been anyone else. As he drew closer to the center chamber, Vincent felt a dreadful darkness saturate the environment. He thought he could hear a woman's voice, but he couldn't make any sense of the voice or if it even belonged to a woman. It was more of a whisper. And that a very Cthulhic one. Pausing at the steps, Vincent looked up towards the massive metal arch-- the foreboding name of Jenova was engraved in large letters; the entire reactor designated as her prison. Sephiroth had to be close. Stepping through the door, Vincent staggered through, his gaze meeting several massive tubes leading up to a single test tube at the center-- the tell-tail color of mako illuminating the entire room. And there standing before the glass tank was Sephiroth. He was engrossed with the figure behind the glass, oblivious to anything around him. The Ex-Turk had never been allowed to venture so close to Jenova, and there was a small part of him that feared what she was. Seeing Sephiroth so close to Jenova made the gunslinger to dread for Sephiroth's sake. But he didn't know why. Vincent took a step forward. "Sephiroth!" Vincent called out as loud as he could, feeling his lungs tear slightly, causing him to grip his chest where the wound was still visible. Whatever Sephiroth was about to do, carnage was eminent.

[aquaburst3]

And now, because I'm bored and crabby from a lack of sleep...again, some things in TWST that confuse me...

Why does hardly anyone get starstruck by Vil at Night Raven? The only time something like that has ever happened was Cater trying to ask him out because he's hot and for clout. I live in Vancouver where there are a fair amount of celebrities running around. In my own experience as someone who moved here from another part of Canada, at first you tend to go gaga about them at first, and then you get used to it. I assume it's the same thing for a lot of the "average" Night Raven students. But the lack of that "OMG! Is that the Vil Schönheit?" stage for characters like ADeuce that throws me off and comes off as bizarre, especailly since they should've grew up with his content and would stick out to them a lot more, even if they don't like his shows/movies. Leona's royalty and that's different, so I can't make much of a comment on that front.

Why is there a country called the Coral Sea? That's a real life place.

Why do the fae in this world come off like the Amish? They live in an isolated lifestyle away from tech for no reason. While it makes sense for Malleus somewhat since him and tech do not mix well together, the rest? Why? Lilia is able to use a computer just fine. At least in Harry Potter there was a reason for it outside the plot said so.

Why did the game make a big deal out of Azul and the Tweels being unable to go home when the school is smack-dab in the middle of the Coral Sea? (Honestly, I think the only reason is that out of universe the previous dorm must help out with the new one, so they had to bullshit an explanation for why they would stay, even if it makes no sense.)

Why was Leona the one to overblot when Ruggie used up his magic?

Why are transformation potions outlawed and they teach students how to make them at Night Raven? Isn't that like if Walter White taught his class how to make meth?

Why did the game make a big deal out of Jack and Vil being childhood friends and then not go anywhere with it?

Why aren't there more half fae people in the main cast besides Sebek? This isn't like Harry Potter or other portal fantasy series where things are segregated. Faes and humans should've fucked and had children for centuries, meaning that most of the population would be half fae.

Why aren't there more mages in this world? Again, this isn't like Harry Potter where mages are outcasts. So if it was more realistic, it would be more akin to BNHA or ATLA where almost everyone is a mage. Not the other way around.

If it seems like I hate the game, I don't. I still love it. But the worldbuilding is one of those aspects that I think the worldbuilding is by far its weakest aspect and could've been done A LOT better.

[cozycris-blog]

[3:38 a.m.]

pairing: san x seosang

top: san

bottom: yeosang

genre: smut

words: 1463

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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.

"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.

waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.

the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.

"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.

"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."

he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.

yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.

while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.

"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"

yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.

he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.

"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.

"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."

san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.

"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."

"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.

"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.

a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.

"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.

the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.

the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.

"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.

"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"

yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.

"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.

"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."

san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.

the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.

"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.

"yes, i am. only for you, san."

"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.

yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.

maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.

"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"

and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.

the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.

"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.

a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.

"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."

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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.

"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.

yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.

"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.

"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."

yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.

"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.

"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "

"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."

[jay-zzz87]

Prompt: Luz comes back

I feel angsty today so have some hard written angst. I tried not to hold back so if you cry, whoops. Don't worry, there's other stuff at the end.

3 years

It's been 3 years since Luz left the demon realm, and now she's making her way back. Camila was stern on when Luz could return, but after some discussions, she allowed Luz to go back after she graduated. Luz was now 18 and ready to go back to the Boiling Isles. Luz couldn't believe it's been 3 years since she left. She grabbed the key from a drawer in her desk and pressed the eye. The portal unfolded and in she went. Luz felt tears in her eyes as she look to the side to find the owl house. She immediately ran to the front, only to be greeted by the infamous bird tube.

Hooty: LUZ

Luz: HOOTY

Hooty wrapped around Luz and squeezed her a bit too hard. He quickly released her and Luz caught her breath.

Hooty: IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU. WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVERYDAY. I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW. THE COOL THINGS I'VE DONE.

Luz: I can't wait to here all about it but where's Eda and King?

Hooty: THEY'RE INSIDE

Luz swung oppen the door and took a peep inside. The place almost looked abandoned. She walk in and the lights suddenly came on.

Everyone: SURPRISE

Luz screamed. She didn't expect to see everyone in the house.

Luz: Hi everyone. You almost scared me to death.

Eda: Sorry kid, we just wanted to give you a warm welcome.

Luz rushed over to hug everyone. She noticed that all was here except for one person.

Luz: Hey guys, where's Amity.

Willow and Gus looked a each other nervously.

Willow: She's...uh...busy.

Luz: Of course she is. What's she up to?

Willow: She still does abomination magic

Willow looked over at Gus for help.

Gus: She's better at it

Luz could sense something was wrong, but didn't really question it.

Luz: Is there a chance that I could see her

Gus: NO

Luz stared at Gus who just realized he might've made the situation worse.

Willow: She's probably really busy and doesn't want anyone to bother her. You know how she can get.

Luz: I'm sure she wouldn't mind seeing me though?

Willow and Gus forgot how stubborn Luz can somtimes be. Willow gave in and sighed, hoping she wasn't gonna need to deliver the news.

Willow: Look Luz, I didn't wanna say anything because it's not my place but there is something you should know about Amity.

Luz got worried. Really worried. She started thinking of what horrible things could've happened while she was gone.

Luz: What happened to my Amity. DID SHE DIE?

Willow: NO. No. She didn't die. She's just... engaged.

Luz was stunned. Amity? Engaged? HOW? Luz remembered the promise they made before Luz left.

-Flashback-

Amity was sobbing loudly into Luz's chest. She didn't want to let Luz go. She was too scared too. Luz held onto Amity and tried to calm her down. This wasn't easy for any of them, but they knew this would happen eventually.

Luz: Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean this is goodbye forever. I will always be with you and I promise I'll come back.

Amity: But what if something happens. What if you lose feelings and fall for a human. Or what if you get hurt. I don't wanna lose you.

Luz: You won't lose me. I would never fall for someone in the human world. You will always be my cotton candy haired goddess.

Amity looked up to see Luz's golden eyes. Luz pulled Amity into a long passionate kiss. The two girls savored the kiss, for it felt like it would be their last.

Luz: I love you Amity Blight. Nothing will ever change that

Amity: I love you too, Luz Noceda.

Luz: I promise I'll come back

Amity: I promise I'll never love another.

-flash-forward-

Luz couldn't find the strength to move. She was distraught. Did Amity really move on? No. There has to be an explanation. Right? Luz couldn't feel the hot tears falling on the side of her face. Willow felt terrible. She should've never told Luz about Amity. But she was bound to find out eventually.

The welcoming party ended shortly after and everyone went home. Luz laid on the floor in her room. She didn't feel like eating or going outside for the rest of the day. She couldn't even sleep at night. She just stayed awake thinking about Amity. After some time, Luz decided to head into the woods to clear her mind.

Luz walked around the woods and observed the scenery. She picked up a stick and begin to play with. She remembered the time in the woods when she decided to stand in Amity's place as grom queen. Luz immediately dropped the stick like it was burning her hand. She kicked it out of the way and kept moving foward. Luz realized she had no way of getting back but kept walking. She stopped after she heard a twig snap nearby. She grabbed a glyph from her pocket and proceeded cautiously.

Luz: Ok Luz, it's probably nothing. You're ok.

Luz prepared herself. She let out a war cry and threw out a plant glyph. Vines shot out of the paper and captured a young witch by the leg. Luz lit the forest with a light glyph and guided the light towards the witch. Luz stumbled backwards after seeing who the witch was before her. Luz caught Amity Blight.

Amity struggled to get down. She drew a circle and cast fire magic to burn the vines that held her captive. Amity fell to the forest floor. Luz was hesitant in reaching her hand to help the witch. Luz lifted up the witch and they met eye to eye. Amity's eyes widened at the sight before her. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Amity: LUZ?

Luz couldn't do much. She wanted to run away but she knew she couldn't. Luz looked at Amity's finger and sure enough, there was a golden ring present. Before Luz could do or say anything, Amity wrapped her arms around Luz to hug her. Luz didn't know how to respond. There were many mixed signals her. Luz pushed off Amity which left Amity confused.

Luz: Why are you happy to see me?

Amity: What? Why wouldn't I be.

Luz: Because I know you don't love me anymore.

Amity: What? Of course I still love you

Luz: THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS

Luz grabbed Amity's hand with the ring on it and held it up. Amity was shocked to see Luz noticed. But she couldn't hide it.

Amity: Luz, please let me explain.

Luz: EXPLAIN WHAT. You don't love me anymore. I thought you would've kept your promise, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. Either way, I should've known you would've found someone better than me.

Amity: Luz, you don't know the whole story. Just let me explain.

Luz didn't wanna hear it. For all she knew, the situation could've been worse. Luz tried walking away but Amity held onto her arm. Amity cried for Luz to stay.

Amity: Please Luz. Just hear me out.

Luz turned around and faced Amity.

Amity: Thank you. Luz I promise I still love you, but this marriage was not by choice. This was an arranged marriage set up by my parents.

Luz couldn't say anything. She felt bad for yelling at Amity. She let her emotions get the better of her. Luz looked at Amity. She reached out to caress Amity's cheek. Amity leaned against her touch and purred. Luz giggled at the sound the Blight made.

Luz: I missed your purrs.

Amity blushed.

Amity: I missed you.

Luz pulled Amity into a passionate kiss. Luz and Amity's tongues danced as they were hungry for eachother. As they pulled away, Luz whispered into Amity's ear.

Luz: So who were you supposed to marry?

Amity: Boscha.

Luz: WHAT

Amity: I know it's bad, but I'm trying to find a way to escape.

Luz thought for a moment. She knew the perfect way to get Amity out of this.

Luz: I could help you.

Amity: It's no use. My parents hardly let go out and they're always watching me.

Luz: How did you escape this time?

Amity: I had Em cover for me.

Luz: Then lets run. Right now.

Amity: I can't leave Em by herself.

Luz: Then we'll go back for her. Is she allowed to leave?

Amity: She doesn't live with us anymore. So maybe?

Luz: Then we can tell her to leave right?

Amity: I guess. But what if she gets in trouble and gets hurt or something because I'm not there.

Luz: Don't worry. We can work this out.

Amity: Thank you Luz

Luz: Also, why were you in the woods at night?

Amity: I heard you came back

Luz: You really waited for me after all this time?

Amity: Of course I did my love. I promised, didn't I?

Luz smiled and gave Amity a peck on the lips. The two were happy to be in each others arms after 3 years.

[lovee-infected]

♦♥ Paint them red ♠♣

[Yandere!Riddle Rosehearts x reader] [pr 2] [pr 1]

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"Enough"

(y/n) Stood there helplessly , after all she knew better : it's always the same.

"30 days , one month , don't be late "

Again

and again

and again...

There was no end .

Fixing her dress , she bows to Riddle with a : " Thanks for the tea , Riddle ." , leaving immediately , trying her best not to run as long as being in his sight .

(y/n) was no longer a hopelessly romantic child , but a young , well grown lady instead. The girl who was known for being loud and carelessly excited about new things long away died inside her ; all that was left was an obedient , quite shell , serving its master.

It's been years since (y/n) firstly stepped into rabbit's trap and now , she could feel the hole being digged deeper and deeper each time she returned to start this mad game over which was getting longer and deeper each time ... slowly turning from a hollow to a pitch black well...

How slow and temporary , she didn't ever see this coming

At first all was a simple tea party , or that's what she thought . They'd normally talk but (y/n) wasn't ever the one to ask ; perhaps it begun because she found it rude to ask a host questions at first , but it continued because she no longer dared to ask anything . It was pretty unnoticeable at first since she was just trying to be polite against Riddle , considering his countless questions a small trend out of curiosity , but soon , things changed

Riddle begun with any simple thing others might ask : Her favorite books , animals , opinion on sweets , favorite activities to do...

(y/n) wouldn't be bothered by answering any of them , though it sometimes took hours

She must've admitted that she quite enjoyed herself spending time with him , someone who's always willing to listen to you instead of forcing you into listening to them : Riddle was often the listener , not the speaker . There were very few times she could get him talking about himself but it didn't get any further than simple comments on different types of tea and sometimes his obsession with rules . She'd asked him about his family a couple of times and he'd just...change the topic by asking more questions before she could argue

He didn't ever say a word , but (y/n) could tell it from his face : He wasn't happy . She'd spent countless hours talking about her friends and family , how much they mean to her and she loves them expecting him a similar reply or at least , a note to his family and friends . But he'd always end up being quieter than ever , not even looking her in eyes . When they were younger it used to bring him blushes on cheek and watery eyes , making him have to turn back and wipe them away before (y/n) could've seen , but she always saw .

Perhaps that was what made her want to keep playing his game for sometime longer , hopeful that she could actually change him . She thought that it's what makes her a nice person , a good friend . She really thought that it was what Riddle needed .

But he didn't

(y/n) used to believe that she was changing him , that she was taking the pain away , that she was taking making him stronger than before .

(y/n) didn't realize how she was the one being changed by Riddle , slowly becoming his doll .

Even his questions slightly changed from simple friendly ones to deep , personal accusations .

He would ask her about he smallest spots on her life : What time she'd wake up , what she'd eat , how many hours would she spend outdoor , anything she does durnig her days , even dreams she'd have

None of these seemed to be any big deal on their own , but things are different when there's someone knowing them all .

With all these years being asked and exposed from head to toe , he was starting to know (y/n) better than she did herself :

He could tell what would be the first thing that'll come to her mind when she wakes up tomorrow , and what she'd whisper slowly before closing her eyes to sleep

He could tell what will make her smile when she walks in to her house and what will make her cry after quiting her classes .

Her whole personality was a half written book and Riddle had decided to write the rest of it after reading all that was written .

sending a mild shiver down her body and mind . He was neither asking nor or dering , he was speaking of a speaking of a fact . A request can be denied , and order may be disobeyed , but his words...they were like predictions of her future . What she will do in three days...one month . He was the puppeteer and she the small , naive doll.

(y/n) could sense his heavy gaze on her each time hey met ; all of her.

She could find herself being judged into his eyes :

Head to toe

left to right

Outside to inside

She could feel them all watched-

And she didn't like it

More roses would grow every months . More time would be spent on that hellish tea parties . All of her now non-existing personality had been wiped off her , since the day her curiosity killed the cat .

She couldn't take it anymore , she was sick of it , all of it . Sick of being haunted by Riddle's phantom . She was sick of not being able to smile in years . She was sick of his '30 days , one month ' . She was sick of him

Month after month , party after party , year after year...

Enough

What was wrong with her ? Why didn't she ever try to run away ? 'because he would find her-'?

No

No he wouldn't

He wouldn't even realize how she ran off , forever. What was there to stop her...?

Roses

Roses and more roses

They weren't yet done , and will never be...

Unless...

♣♣♣♣

(y/n) stepped into the empty area , all quiet and dark now . She must've returned home hours ago , but no . Not until this ends , so she can have a peaceful sleep after years . Wind growled and trees shook , while the moon brightened up her figure standing right in the middle of the forest .

She gazed upon the rose bushes with hatred , wishing that she could burn each and every one of them in flames ; flames that have been burning her for so long .

But no , there was no use destroying all that was created by her own hands , she wasn't going to touch any of red roses. All she needed were the white ones . No more painting , never again .

She tightened her fist , feeling her blood boiling . She's been played with over the years , just to end up here . Heart broken and tired . She suddenly remembered the old moments this place carved into her heart ; times that were actually sweet . It wasn't like this before , and she never thought that it would be . There were many times she thought that she was in love with Riddle , even after he turned into a monster she'd never expected him to be . There was no deny of it , Riddle was her closet one now , he's been for so long . No one ever knew her like he did , not a single soul wished to listen to her like he always does , there wasn't and will never be anyone more willing to meet her each and every time like Riddle would , never .

She could feel her eyes teary and her throat heavy ; she couldn't help it . Riddle had stolen all of her , including her heart . She was supposed to be mad but she couldn't , Riddle was a part of her now . Just as much as she wanted to run away from him , she wished there to be a way to stnad by his side for an eternity , forever . She didn't need anyone else when he was around , he couldn't think of anything else than him . Riddle had become her one and only option , but this wasn't right . This couldn't be right. There was no way she could walk up to him throwing herself into his embrace , telling him how she felt and asking him to stop playing with her . She wish she could but no , he will never change , unlike her . She now hated how much she'd changed into such a pitty full doll , she couldn't take it anymore . There was no way of Riddle ever letting go of her thoughts , he'll always be a part of her . (y/n) wished they could've stayed together forever but this wasn't a fairy tale , life never was. She now had to let go of her fantasies and live the reality for once .

"Forgive me..." , she said as tears fell down her eyes . Her vision went blurred but that wasn't going to hold her back from seeing white roses through the night . She cut them one by one , ruthlessly , crazily , hatefully

4,5,6

She cursed herself for the first time she stepped there , cursed the world by making the two of them meet the day , and cursed Riddle for catching her heart and getting her to where she was .

9,10,11

She cried as her hands turned just as injured as her heart , filthy and drowned in blood , making her let out a silent scream

12 , 13...

She rose both of her hands to catch the last rose , the 13th...

Just to feel choked on neck and pulled back harshly by hair at once .

Riddle harshly pulled (y/n) by neck , almost breaking it . Her body hardly met the ground ,starting to wheeze , The freezing cold ground now seemed a lot warmer than her frozen mind . She apparently lost the ability to move or talk , not even daring to look up , begging him for mercy .

He knew she'd come back

Just as he knew her everything

"I'd warned you about my temper , (y/n) .Thought that you were smart enough to listen "

(y/n) wished to find a source of anger through his voice , but she didn't . It would've been way better than this terrifyingly calm and cold tone of him which made her blood run cold and her throat dry .

" I knew that you'll one day try to run away , had no idea that it'd come this soon though..." , he said , slowly pulling (y/n) up by hair , making her silently cry with her eyes closed , biting her lip to shut her scream .

"Tell me , (y/n) , " his eyes weren't at her , but at the now destroyed rose bush : " You seriously did think that all that was bounding you to me were these roses...? " his hand was pulling her hair recklessly , yet his voice managed to be calm as ever , that was just like him .

" Roses will wither , tea will run cold , copper will ring , that's the matter of nature, " his words brought you back to your first day here , the day you two met . Withered roses , half empty tea cups and ringed chest clock ...

" Not all relationships can be bound by such things , they cannot be measured by mortality and such short lasting stuff..." , he continued with his rhythmic tone , making (y/n) feel worse and worse.

" If it were just roses , you would've ran away long ago . There was something else , right ? Something that kept you coming to me ," his words are as deep as ever , making she ask herself the same question :

'Why didn't she ever run away?'

Right , there wasn't any force on her ; there never was. She was there because of the choices she , and she had made so far . It was her choice to go to the deeper part of the forest thougt her parents had forbidded her from doing so . It was her choice to come back one month after painting first half of the roses and it was her choice to keep playing this game until now , what could the reason be ? Fear ? Respect ? Curiosity..?

" What could the reason be (y/n) ? Why did you choose to come back to me each and every time? " he asked , but he certainly wasn't expecting an anwser .

" Can't you see this ? it's because I am your choice . You've got a great family , wonderful friends , and an amazing life . But were they really enough for you ? Did they ever satisfy you like they should ? "

For once , she didn't get what Riddle was saying . Satisfied ? Why shouldn't she be satisfied ? Did he really think that she preferred to be caught in the middle of the woods here with him than being out with the ones whom she really loved?

" You laugh with them , cry with them and smile with them , day to day , hour to hour , minute to minute . But is that really enough for you ?"

(y/n) remained blank at his words , unsure what to say or how to feel but...what if he wasn't that wrong...?

" When was the last time someone asked you how you feel ?"

Last time ? It was Riddle of course . He'll ask the same question everytime they meet , not even caring if he keeps getting the same anwser as before .

" You talk with them , from how cute kittens are to how sweet lollypops can be , but what was the last time you talked about yourself ? "

Last time...was there even a first time ? Did they even care to ask her about herself ? She didn't know . She was the questioner out there , unlike how she was with Riddle .She was the one to always bring up topics , no one would ever ask her anything but regular stuff or things she'd bring herself . She thought that it was all she needed to live , wasn't it enough..?

" You know it yourself , don't you ? No one out there cares for you , (y/n) . Not a single soul . Your parents protect you as a responsibility , your friends talk to you as their own entertainment and others , others are just passing by . You're nothing but an invisible shallow to them , do you like it? "

(y/n) wished she could've argued him on that point , but realizing how he had a point his throat went dry again , unwilling to face reality :

No she didn't , she hated it . She hated it all . She hated how she smiled and shouted just to gain attention . She hated all times she cut off into her friends chats just because no one was going to ask her to join , she hated everyone around her for not ever coming to her unless having a trouble or being in need and she hated how fake all her life were ,

Hated

" You needed a listener , someone who would really care to know about you and only you , someone like me . No one will ever know you like I do , not a single soul will wish to listen to you like I always do , there wasn't and will never be anyone more willing to meet you each and every time like I would , never . "

Riddle's words were too complicated for her to describe ; gloomy and sad , fluffy and sweet , bitter and sour , just like Riddle himself ; a total riddle .

" I'm the one for you (y/n) , and you're the one for me . Our bound isn't a simple strand that can be destroyed by cutting roses off , and you know it . "

He suddenly freed (y/n)'s hair , making her head bang the ground again . He leans toward her to pull her up from behind , holding her from the armpit. Just as your first time .(y/n) was now feeling all dizzy and shakey , not even able to stand if he wasn't holding her . She felt weak in legs , arms , mind , all of her . No longer sure if it was a dream or reality .

He helped her try to stand on her own feet , but didn't let go . He lowered his head to whisper into her ear : " Roses will grow again , but I won't let go of you this time . "

(y/n) was expecting something different , something romantic or low-key sweet , something that a lover might say . But uh , not all love stories are like those ordinary ones , not all fairy tales have a sweet , happy ending .

Riddle held her by waist with his left hand , while holding her right hand with the right , bringing her closer to the very last rose left . For the first time she knew what he was about to do , with your bloody hand still fresh and pleasing for him : " And now , you shouldn't waste that all " he says before bringing her hand closer to the rose , making her fingers meet its petals . This time Riddle wasn't the only one painting it , he was just holding her hand . She brushed her fingers down the soft petals , careful enough to do it as soft as possible . Her first time doing this was filled with excitement and her 10 minutes ago with hatred , but now , all that was left was a simple breeze among flowers , she couldn't even feel anything . It couldn't be called sad or happy , it couldn't be called neutral either . All that she could feel from the moment was the sight of her fingers dancing on petals , and on the other side...Riddle . His warm breathe brushing her neck , their bodies touching and tied closed as if they were actually hugging . And his heart...the feeling of it beating at (y/n)'s back . This sound was just as it were years ago , just as calm , just as rhythmic , just as beautiful

(y/n) felt empty yet...safe right there . Her future had dark and cold inside if she were to have an compliment on it now , but for now , being held close to Riddle into his warm and calming embrace , seemed enough for her ;

Enough to believe in fairy tales ...♥

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This was supposed to be finished ten days ago lol , happy non-birthday to you Ana @yandere-romanticaa 💕💕💕

Tagging : @twst-soul @kanaverni @twistedlymad @yandere-of-your-dreams @ghostiebabey @roaringyouth @yandere-wishes @tsuisute ♥

[sisterkosho]

Sweet Dreams | Chapter 1

Warnings: None for today! Unless you count "slightly creepy" as a warning.

Notes: After all this time, I've finally started writing Ayume's story. It's not her bio unfortunately, but it's something. This admittedly wasn't even what I had been trying to work on the past couple weeks. But motivation randomly struck and here we are. This is the first time I'm writing a bigger story like this, so I hope y'all can bear with me since it won't be the best. But I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Tick tock... Tick tock... Tick tock...

That god forsaken sound was all that could be heard echoing from within the darkened room. A young girl lay restless on her bed as she watched the clock strike 12. Her eyes only growing heavier as each moment passed. She was tired. Oh so tired. Yet she knew sleep would never come, no matter how hard she tried. She felt nauseous, and her head was pounding. Chills ran down her entire body as a sinking feeling of dread twisted itself into the pit of her stomach. It was cold. Too cold. 

Her eyes squeezed shut, in a silent prayer that it would all just go away. That for once, she could rest easy. But it never seemed to be enough. The thoughts that plagued her only growing worse as each night passed, flashing through her mind on repeat each time she so much as closed her eyes. Never had she felt so helpless, yet her tears had long since dried after the first few sob filled nights. All she could muster now was a sigh of defeat as she climbed out of bed, wrapping the blanket tightly around her shoulders in an attempt to cling onto whatever warmth she could. The floorboards creaked ever so slightly beneath her feet as she made her way over to her bedroom window, allowing moonlight to illuminate the small room as she drew back the curtains.  

One might assume that the unknown of the night would only cause that feeling of unease to grow, yet the soft glow of the moon and sight of the star filled sky seemed to comfort her ever so slightly. The only thing that was able to bring her any sort of peace during nights like these. In fact, It wasn't uncommon to find her fast asleep on the window seat by the time morning came, her head resting upon the glass. Though tonight, she'd be lucky if she managed to get any sleep at all. It must have been over a week by now since that incident. Yet the memory was still as fresh in her mind as the day it had occured. 

The weather had been perfect that afternoon. So of course, her mother had suggested she go outside to play in the garden. It was her favorite thing to do on days like these after all. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary in the slightest. That was, aside from the young boy that stood just outside the gate. The one the girl had been too focused on the pretty flowers in front of her to notice. Though, it didn't take long for the sinking feeling of being watched to creep it's way into her stomach. It was odd to her, how unrecognizable he was. What with all the connections her parents had in the small town that they lived in. Yet, she didn't think much of it at all. Perhaps he had just moved in nearby, or was there visiting a family member. Whatever the case may have been, he looked rather lonely. 

"Do you wanna come play with me?" The girl had innocently asked. Yet, the boy simply stood in silence. If not for the slow tilt of his head, she would have assumed he hadn't even heard her at all. It was as if he didn't understand a single word she spoke. It wasn't until she was about to ask him if he was alright that she noticed it. His eyes. His dark, hollow eyes staring straight at her. The longer he stared, the more afraid she became. Her heartbeat began to quicken, her breathe heavy as the air around her seemingly grew cold. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Everything inside her was telling her to run. To get away from there as quickly as possible. She could've easily made a break for the back door, but her legs felt numb. All she could do was watch helplessly as the boy's hand reached up to latch onto the gate. The voice that came out from his lips didn't even sound human, sending chills down her spine as he spoke. "G..Got....G...Games...?" He had asked as he continued to slowly climb over the gate, Who could've known that such a silly question could instill such fear. 

The girl's chest began to tighten, to the point she could hardly breathe. Her hands flew to her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate. Though somehow, in her panic induced state, she managed to pick up a small rock off the ground, swinging back her arm and launching it in the boy's direction as she screamed. "Go away... Go away... GO AWAY---" 

It was at this that boy's face turned from that of a blank stare, to a look so contorted in fear that it looked as inhuman as the piercing shriek that ripped through his throat. The next few moments were all a blur. All she could remember was her father bursting through the back door, yelling things about "how the hell a curse managed to get in here." Of course, none of it made any sense to the girl. All she knew, was that what she had just experienced wasn't natural. No, it was something much, much darker. And she never wanted to see it again. Though as she would soon come to understand, the life that she had now found herself in was not one that was so easily left behind. 

Ayume Nejireta never wanted to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

And yet, this was the path that had been laid out for her from the moment she was born. "You will be strong." They had said. "Protect the weak." After all, It was she who had been blessed with the power to change the world, wasn't it? Or at least, that's what she had been lead to believe by all those around her. She had heard the way her father had spoken of her, to man with the golden button that had arrived at their home just days later. 

"Of all my four children, only my eldest daughter inherited the family technique." He had explained. "The curse she encountered was weak. Likely a grade 3 at best. But by the time I had arrived, she had completely incapacitated it. Had she been prepared for such a situation, I don't doubt she could've exorcised it herself." 

The girl in question sat just outside the door, listening closely to every word he spoke. Just thinking about that dreadful afternoon and all those sleepless nights made her skin crawl. Never again. That's what she had been telling herself. It was the only thing keeping to her sane after that. Never again. But her father, it seemed, had different plans for her.

"She has potential. Under the care of Jujutsu Tech, I'm certain she'll be a great sorcerer." The smile never once fell from his face as he spoke. It was clear that he took great pride in his daughter, or rather, what she had done. Her "technique" as he called it. She had something her other siblings did not, and he would do whatever it took to ensure that it didn't go to waste. This was the chance their family had been waiting for. To make their name known to the rest of the Jujutsu world. All thanks to her, their beloved daughter. All according to plan. 

Ayume Nejireta never wanted to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

And yet, this was the path that had been laid out for her from the moment she was born. And really, who was she to refuse? 

[colemacgrathtkz]

Where two shadows meet

Disclaimer: No gush. No mush. Just angst.

Previously. Next

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[The next day after being sent away, human realm]

The morning after being cast out, Luz woke up to the an empty room. She had hoped the events of last night were just some nightmare. Feeling the dried tears on her face told her the truth. She must've cried herself to sleep. She'd been waiting for the smallest chance of the portal reopening. Any opportunity, no matter how small, she refused to miss.

None came and hints of dawn were peeking through the windows.

She picked herself up and headed for her old house. The empress cloak still wrapped around her. She wondered, how would she explain this to her mother?

When she approached the street, a flyer caught her eye.

A missing persons poster with her picture on it. Plenty of them were scattered throughout the neighborhood.

She ran towards the side of her house and peered in.

Her mother, weary and worn out, sat at the table with a phone at hand. Were her eyes red from crying or staying up all night?

Luz was about signal her mother to her presence.

Not yet.

She caught her reflection in the window. Her pupils were glowing red. Stumbling back, she couldn't face her mother like this.

Sprinting away, not caring about what direction.

Hours later, Luz would return when she knew her mother was gone. She snuck in to take whatever cash she could and pack up a new bag.

Camilla Noceda: "Who's there?!"

Scratch that, Camilla hadn't gone to work yet. Luz grabbed what she had and bolted out of the house. From that day on, she had to make her supplies last.

[Six weeks later]

Luz had been wandering the country. She had tried shelters. But she had made her stays brief. People had tried to figure out, where was she from?

The worst part came from her "condition". Lately, she kept waking up in different parts of the city. Clumps of money or random items could be found alongside her. Usually with a note that said, "Take this with you". They were written in her handwriting. She refused to obey the beast inside her. However, her stubbornness meant she refused any resource that came from the empress. One in particular, the empress cloak that kept appearing in her bag.

Her travels left her funds dry and uneasy about the future.

One night, she didn't have any strength left. Her nightmare was moving to its next phase.

She found herself in her old room. A shackle made of light lead out the door. She stepped out into the hallway. The chain trailed to the right. But it became pitch black futher down. A second chain came from the abyss into a door across the hall.

She wanted to know where this would lead.

Stepping through, she dreaded that this was Belos' old throne room.

Stop...fighting

The empress stepped out from the other side of the room. Dressed in her cloak, the metal mouth mask was new. She twirled her finger and closed the door behind Luz.

Let...me.

Her majesty gestured to her mask. The voice was so muffled, it might has well have been a whisper. Luz didn't really notice it until now.

Luz: "I don't really know what..."

Empress Luz: "Check...it."

The empress pulled on her end of the chain and zipped to Noceda's side. Luz fell over, leaving the empress towering over her.

She didn't know she could make such a scary glare.

Empress Luz (pointing to pockets): "Check!"

Luz didn't waste a second and found a key.

Empress Luz: "You... willingly... give."

She handed her the key, as she stood up.

The empress removed her metal mask, relieved.

Empress Luz: " That's better. We have something to discuss."

Noceda just wanted to leave this nightmare.

Empress Luz: "This nightmare is very real. You leave... when we settle this now!

That's right, I can feel what you're thinking."

Luz Noceda: "What do you want? This is just a dream, right?"

Empress Luz: " You've no doubt noticed, I've been taking control while you sleep. Regrettably, our body has become deprived of rest. We're malnourished and becoming worse. You have to listen to me now!"

Luz: "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Empress: "And our mother with us?"

Dread silenced both of them for a moment.

Luz: "What did you do?

Empress: " I've been a spectator, until not long ago. Neither of us have seen our..."

Luz: "My mama! Mine!"

Empress: "Our mami. I haven't seen her since you ran. I haven't done anything to her. That's what you've got to understand. I care about our mama, like you."

Luz: " You're a curse from Belos."

Empress: "Wrong! I'm not you, but at the same time, I am. From the moment Eda took you on, you were a witch with a dark side. When you killed Belos, you released his unnatural power. I wasn't made by it. It just gave me a voice. I'm a genuine Luz Noceda! I'm a part of you, just like you're a part of me."

The empress sat down on the throne, resting her head in her hand. She revealed a key under her cloak.

Empress: "I can give you the key out of this room. But these shackles on our legs are different story. These are the chains Amity gave us. Which is why, you're going to do what I say."

Luz scowled at this doppelganger. But she began to recall everything that happened since that night.

Luz: "What are you talking about?"

Empress: "Our fates are tied. But you're the only obstacle in our way. You've been frustrated and angry since we were cast out. I've been gaining control because of this. You were able to hold me back, at first. But your control is ticking away. Ironic, isn't it? We're both at our weakest, regardless."

Luz: "Let me out!"

The empress held up her restraint.

Empress: "To do what? Walk until we collapse? Hardly sleep anywhere? Fending off the streets? We're exhausted and knocking on death's door! If we continue on like this, our mother will suffer, too."

Luz: "You're lying."

Empress: " You haven't forgotten our last moments with Amity, right? She knew that would be the last time she'd see us. Mama didn't know that moment on the curb was hers. If they even find our body, can you imagine her face when they do? Haunted by the guilt for the rest of her life? Never knowing anything other than sending her daughter away? That's the fate that you're headed for. But I'm offering a different course."

Luz: "Stop beating around the bush and tell me!"

Empress: "While you've been asleep, I've tried to learn all about magic on this side. This chain could be an unexpected key to getting everything. I want everything you do. I want to give our mama an easy life. I want Amity at our side."

Luz: "Revenge on Lilith?"

Luz felt a familiar rage rising. But she didn't know why. She hadn't thought of Lilith until just then. That's when she understood her connection to the empress.

Empress: "Maybe I was hasty about that? But I know you haven't forgiven her for what she's done. I am you, after all. She got her sister back while we've got nothing. She's cursed her own sister and used us as a human shield. She gets to be with Eda. Meanwhile, you beat Belos and can't even go back to mami."

Luz: "It's because of you. All of this is your fault!"

Empress: "Us. Tell me something, does mama love you or me?"

Luz: "Me! I'm her daughter. You're just something I picked up on the Isles."

Empress: "So, she never met me? Yet, she sent you away to be someone else. It's not my fault you can't be with her. My existence isn't the reason you can't face her, is it? It's because you're too much, even for her.

But what about Amity?"

Luz: "You made me watch you terrorize everyone. You didn't leave her a choice."

Empress: " I gave her everything. She had our trust and love. But when she cast us out, she knew it was you. She was talking to you."

Summoning illusions, that night was replayed in front of them.

Empress: "When she was holding the staff, she knew it was you. Like you said, if she wanted to keep you, she could've. But once again, you were too much for her to handle.

That's two loved ones that cast us...sorry, you away. Should I even mention the others? Eda, King, Willow,  and Gus? They loved you, too, didn't they? But that wasn't enough, was it? You might hate me, but they fear you, too. They didn't stand up for you, either. Their love didn't save you. Those were your final moments with them. Your love for them wasn't enough to keep you together. "

Noceda was silent, letting those words sink in.

Empress: "Right now, I've got a plan. As I've explained, refusing to work alongside me won't help anything."

She tossed the key over to Luz.

Empress: "Right now, you've got two choices. You can keep fighting me and lead us both to our deaths? Or you can stop trying to hold me back and work towards getting it all back?"

Luz walked slowly towards the door.

Empress: "If you want to waste what's left of your energy on the former, I can promise you this. Our last moments won't be yours."

Luz: " You'd like it if I disappeared, wouldn't you? Just like me?"

Empress: "Our body can't go on like this much longer. By the time you disappeared, I wouldn't have much longer. Even if I made it back, they wouldn't trust me. I wouldn't even get the chance to atone. Despite what you think, we need to work together to make this work!"

The two stared at each other. The existence of magic, witches, and demons didn't make this any less weird.

Luz: "You said, we can have it all. How do I know you don't mean, just you?"

Empress: " We were living out our fantasies on the Boiling Isles. Mama thought they were holding us back from reality. But magic is a reality. You're holding me back because you think I'm a monster of tyranny. How are you so sure you're not wrong? Like mom? Luz Noceda is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. That's the reality she never saw. But we can show her that. Together, we can make her proud. With me, we can have everything. With you, we might be able to share it?"

Luz fidgeted with the key in her hands.

Empress: "If you unlock that door, you're agreeing to embrace my plan. There's no other way to put it. But neither of us have much other choice, anyways. It'd be a new level of dense for you to refuse just because."

Luz inserted the key into the hole. She wanted to know something before turning it.

Luz: "How would being back on the Isles help mama?"

Empress: "Remember Belos last words? This world has much to offer. So much power. It is our job as humans to fulfill our destiny. It's our turn to fulfill ours. I figured out what he meant. I even improved on his day of unity. We'd have more than we could ever want. Prosperity that'd never run out, no matter how much we shared. We can and will give our family and friends what they deserve. Happiness. A life where our mom would never cry again. Amity wouldn't ever hide who she really is. No one would ever have to cry again. But that life only comes if their fearless Luz steps up. Belos' fate sealed ours. But it wasn't so we'd have nothing. Our fate is to claim everything, together."

Luz: "You're laying that on pretty thick, aren't cha?"

Empress: "I know, every day since we've been back, you've felt powerless. This is a cruel fate to live through. But, if you think about it, this is still your time to shine. Just like in those PG fantasies of yours, Luzura! At your lowest, will you rise back up? Like any chosen one worth their salt? I suppose, the only one who would know you didn't; would be me."

Luz Noceda, the former good witch in training, finally turned the key.

The empress finally cracked a smile.

Empress: "That's the right decision."

Luz woke up in an alleyway with a hot dog lying next to her.

The empress Luz appeared as a hallucination. She gestured towards a dumpster nearby. Inside, Luz found a baseball.

Empress Luz: "I've been storing that close for a while now. Until we get our strength back, we should keep it on us, at all times."

Luz picked up the hot dog, wrapped in aluminum, and began digging in.

Feeling large wads of cash in her pockets, she made her way towards the streets.

Luz: "What now?"

Empress: "Take a look inside the store next to you. I think you'll find our heading."

She peered through the window of a book store. Right there, a shelf filled with the newest release.

From the author of the "Good witch, Auzura".

Empress: "Build up your strength and work on not being recognized. If something becomes too hard for you, I'll step in. Remember, we can fix this together!"

Luz pressed her forehead against the cold glass. That phrase was a poignant reminder of how far away she was from who she used to be.

The empress placed one ghostly hand on Luz's shoulder.

Empress: "It's okay. If anyone could do this, it's us. It's always Luz Noceda."

She returned to the alley to pick up her things. While she finished her breakfast, the empress fixated on the shackle on her ankle.

She knew what buttons to press. Physically, Luz Noceda was being brought to pieces. Emotionally, she was demoralized by the cruel twist of fate. She had become so numb, the empress knew all she had to do was wait. Wait until her spirit was an easy blow out.

Now, in every sense of the word, Luz Noceda was broken!

Author's note: I wanted to show how these two might have "compromised" on working together. I once asked the creator of the "Broken!Luz AU" about the empress as a character. I've tried to stay as close to the creator's vision for her, as I could. But that brings me to this point. My additions to the AU are non canon. Take them with a grain of salt.

[bohemiansweede]

Tourbus Ch 2

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A /N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank you

Part 1

- You... Omg..... Shit..YOU.. Rog

You phanted as he bent down to kiss you, the kiss deepened at ones and your tounges were wrestling with eachother

- Mmmmm.. My good girl.. You want me to help you out huh he coed?

He kissed you while massagin your boob, twisting your nipple with his fingers.. Just like when he is twirling his drumsticks you thought, you just looked at him with open mouth

- Well darling.. I am impatiently waiting for an answer.. He inserted a finger into your wet core, you nearly jumped at the sudden feeling and gasped for air

-Omg Rog.. Yes.. Please.. Please Help me!!

You squirmed like a snake under his touch.. soo desperate

His finger never left you, instead he deeply kissed your inner thighs and trailed his tounge up to your clit and moaned against your core

He flicked his tounge faster and faster around your nub and his fingers pumped in and out of you

He expertly hooked his index finger  against the top of your wall slight curling it while he continued to lap at your wet folds. You felt the tension build in your stomach and your walls contracting around his fingers as he pumped them even faster . The slick sounds of your wetness and his mouth eagirly slurping sounded better to your ears than any music you’d ever heard. You bucked your hips and pushed his face closer between your legs and let out a shuttering breath feeling his fingers wriggling inside you

- Fuck.. Rog. . You whined, feeling the tension that had been building inside you for so long began to snap

Your face was filled with pleasure as you watched him, eyes closed and his hair a blonde mess

He let go of you and you and you came down from your high letting out a string of breathy moans and scraping your fingers through his messy hair. He inserted his fingers inside your tight pussy again You dug one hand into the plush pillows behind you and your back arched as you neared yet another orgasm without having fully recovered from the first, your breaths were ragged and short as you neared the edge, threatening to expload at any moment.

Roger looked up from between your legs

- I am not done with you yet.. You do know that right?

You shivered even more when his body adjusted between your legs

He reached in his backpocket for a condom while expertly sliding his pants down the waist

It was not so much space in the bunkbed but maked it even more thrilling, also by the feeling that anyone could walk in on you at any moment

You both giggled like teenagers and kissed.. Your lips nipped at his neck and he marked you as his

He placed his cock by your entrance

- You ready baby?

- Shut up Rog and fuck me already

Without warning and time to adjust his size he slammed in his whole length

You screamed his name and wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him even closer

He was now deep inside you, thrusted harder and harder grabbing your ass and lifted you up towards him so his tip brushed against your front wall.. He knew what he was doing and it felt so fuckin amazing

He reached down between your bodies and circled your clit with his thumb..

You felt your walls contracting once again

You scratched his back with your nails and bit his neck 

- AHHH FUCK Y/N... Ur a wild cat aren't ya he screamed

- Ahh.. Ohhh Rog.. Did u think I was a pussy huh

That was it

He stuttered a curse and emptied himself in the condom

-Ohh fuck shit... Damnit Y/N.. That was... Omg..

He kissed you slopply and looked into your eyes

- Yes.. You are my lil pussy... My own pussy...

That was NOT the last time you hooked up

You were wild.. Totally addicted by eachother

As soon as you got the chance you shared kisses and nibbles.

You made out and fucked all the time and everywhere.. In the bus, backstage, the studio, hotels, bathrooms.. Even behind his drumrisers

All people around you knew you were a thing.. Even tho he did not say the actual words.. You knew

He tried to make eye contact during the show.. glanced at you from behind his drumset always enjoying to watch you dance and sing along to their music, he always came up to you right after the concert

But deep inside you knew how he was, you knew he was a big flirt

The tour continued across America, you tried to not listen to the rumours, but every night you also saw the amount of women around him he looked and smiled, yes of course it was his job

But he clearly enjoyed it.. You kept thinking if he could be unfaithful.. Even tho you were not a couple in public.. still...

One day in Atlanta it became a fact

It was an after show party

You did not really feel like it.. you were not up for a party at all, you had been feeling little dizzy and naseus, but you thought one glass would not hurt anyone

You entered the room

The first thing you saw was in the middle of it there was a huge ice sculpture of the letter Q

It was crowded in there, booze was flowing and cocaine was spread around like white dust on the tables

There was hardly no air at all, you could not be here, you needed to get out

Without thinkin you took the other way out from the partyroom

You should't

You saw Roger

Up against the wall, his pants were pooled at his feet

His head throwned back holding a grip around the head of a cute red haired woman while she eagerly sucked his cock

His eyes met yours

His jaw almost dropped all the way down

He pushed her off him and tried to pull his pants up while running after you

You rushed down the stairs

Then it all became pitch black

You had no idea how long you had been out

But when you woke up it was a new day.. It was flowers next to you from Freddie and a note from your friend that she will come by and see you later

In a chair by the corner of the room sat Roger still sleeping

Then you remembered, you took the glass next to you and throwed it on the wall behind him

He woke up emieditly and came to your bed

- Y/N.... Omg... Are you ok?

He tried to place his hand on you, but you shoved him off

- WTF Roger! What the hell are you doing here?

The door opened before he could answer

- Ms Y/L/N, we are here to take a new ultra sound

What did he talk about.. Your head was spinning

The Doctor explained that you had a  bleeding myoma in your uterus and you had lost a lot of blood, but... your baby was fine

Baby?

- Ohh... My God... I am so so sorry.. Roger started to cry.. I didn’t know...

- I... I.. I did not know either... But..

-... Omg... I could've lost you... Both of you.. Hunnie.. I realized that now... I have been such an ass.. Yesterday.. I was high as a kite.. But it does not for give what I did.. Sweetie.. I am so so sorry..

He bent down his head on your chest you stroked his blonde hair.

You were angry, but even more you were thankful.. You had him, the band, your friend to support you and the baby was going to be ahlright

- I love you.. I really really love you Y/N.. The tour is almost over, When we come home.. Please move in with me. I want to be with you, only you Y/N Y/L/N... Marry me

He placed a soft kiss on your lips

- Yes.. Omg.. Roger... Yes.. Yes

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[roseyserpents]

Back To You

Pairing: Scott Reed x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, fighting, alcohol

Characters: Scott Reed, Sheri Holland, Montgomery De La Cruz, Bryce Walker, Zach Dempsey

Word count: 1,757

Summary: You and Scott take a break but you find yourself wanting him back

A/N: this is based off the song Back To You by Selena Gomez! This is also the first 13rw fic and fic on this account I'm posting!

Took you like a shot

Thought I could chase you with a cold evening

Let a couple years water down how I feel about you

It was bad. Sure, throughout your year and a half relationship you'd had fights with Scott, but none had been this bad or ended this messy. He'd gotten mad at you for tutoring Bryce and Zach when they'd asked for your help because you were in AP classes, and you'd countered with your anger about him being gone to much and ditching you in the recent month. They were small problems but that was all that took for the stress that'd been building up to boil over. This put to much strain on your relationship so you decided to take a break. The week following the breakup and still more after you'd spent at parties getting drunk to keep your mind off of your feelings even though you knew it wasn't good for you. You were mad. You were so mad at Scott for everything he'd done to you and for making you cry over him.

And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself I don't want it

Even though I do 

"Y/n!" An all to familiar voice calls out from the other end of the hall. You quickly close your locker ignoring the fact you'd left your folder for your next class and try to get away from the situation you'd been avoiding. But, against your attempt to run, someones hand lands on your upper arm, gently turning you to face them as you let out a heavy sigh. Scott stands in front of you, your heart dropping to your feet as you catch his eyes for the first time in more than a month.

"Hey," He breathes with a faint small as if he'd forgotten what he was going to say. "I was wondering if you'd want to go to Monet's to, um, catch up sometime?"

You wanted to say yes. Your heart yearned for his touch again, to spend time with him and see the very smile he had plastered on his face now everyday. But your brain was telling you that he'd hurt you, so what's to stop him from doing it again if you went back to him?

"No." Your brain answers despite your heart trying to yell over it. Before you can think you walk away with a small strut in your step towards you next class leaving a hurt Scott behind as other students move around him like water around a stone.

We never got it right

Playing and replaying old conversations

Overthinking every word and I hate it

'Cause it's not me

You and Scott lie on the hood of his car next to the lake, watching the waves gently lapping up onto shore with milkshakes in your hands.

"Do you love me?" You ask suddenly, turning to look at the blonde. He suddenly coughs, choking on the milkshake in his mouth as he sits up and spits it into the grass. You sit up, supporting your weight with your hand as he turns back to you.

"What?" He asks after recovering, meeting your amused gaze.

"Do you love me?" You repeat, more nervousness in your words than the first time.

A smile spreads on Scott's face as he leans closer to you. "I," He says, pecking the end of your nose. "Love," He places a kiss to your cheek. "You." Finally his lips land on yours before he pulls away, still leaning over you with the goofy grin you'd grown to love-

"It's not my fault I wanted to be around someone after you keep skipping out on our dates!" You yell at Scott, a finger jabbing at his chest.

"You could've gone to Sheri or Chloe!" Scott counters, looming over you using his height as an advantage. "You didn't need to go to my friends!"

"Well your friends are a lot better at being around than you are!" Your face was turning red and your throat going scratchy from yelling so much. You were surprised nobody had come over asking if someone was being murdered.

"I'm your boyfriend! Not Bryce and Zach!"

"They'd probably make a better boyfriend than you are!" The second the words left your mouth you couldn't believe them, and apparently neither could Scott because his face falls and it's silent for a moment, both of you trying to process your next actions.

"Fine. If you'd rather be with one of them than me, go ahead." He says in a normal volume but hurt, anger, and venom laced deep in each syllable. "We need to take a break." He grabs his jacket off of your couch and walks towards your door, emotions radiating off of him as you follow him out of your house.

"Good!" You yell from your doorway as he walks towards his car. "I don't need you or your fucking relationship!" With that you slam the door shut before turning and sliding down it. The emotions spill over inside of you as tears streak your face and you curl up against the door, crying into your knees for the rest of the night.

"Y/n?" Sheri asks, pulling you out of your own head.

"Huh?" You reply, pulling your hand away from your face to face her.

"I said, are you okay? You look... Out of it." She asks, concern plastered on her face.

No. "Yeah I'm good, just didn't get a lot of sleep." You lie.

And what's the point in hiding?

Everybody knows we got unfinished business

And I'll regret it if I didn't say

This isn't what it could be

"Sure." She says, sitting down next to you. "Tell me what's up. Is this about Scott?"

You sigh, giving a nod before resting your chin on your desk.

"Practically the whole school knows about your break." She continues, putting air quotes around the word "break". You wanted to tell her how much you missed him, how much you wanted him back or to atleast heal things, but you don't.

"I'm just mad at him. I can't handle seeing him." You lie again. You don't know why you weren't confiding in Sheri for once. You knew this situation could be different, but part of your heart and part of your brain wouldn't let you so easily go back to Scott.

She gives you a look as if she could see right through your lie but walks away to her seat across the room leaving you back to your thoughts. How could you say that to him? How could you tell the person you loved and needed the most that you didn't need them? You hated that he had this effect on you now, turning you into a person you didn't know. He'd said it, you needed a break. He agreed it wasn't working.

You needed to find something to get him off your mind - or someone.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

When I'm lying close to someone else

You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it

You'd gone to one of Bryce's parties the following night, gotten drunk out of your mind, and woken up around four A.M. in a bed with Montgomery De La Cruz passed out next to you.

A groan falls from your lips as you stand up, wrapping the sheet from the bed around yourself as you slowly wipe a hand across your face. You pull his hand off of your waist before sitting up, Montgomery stirring by you but not waking up.

You found yourself wanting it to be Scott lying next to you and not someone you hardly knew. You wanted to wake up in his arms again instead of with a hangover from trying to forget him. But, no matter what you did he was stuck in your head. He kept coming up again and again no matter how much you didn't want him too.

-

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

You'd made a decision that Sunday night. You knew you could turn everything around, you just needed the confidence to do so. It'd taken a lot of time for you to bring yourself to your decision, but you couldn't push down the need to go back to Scott anymore.

-

"Hey, Scott!" You yell out as soon as you set foot into school, finding him at his locker before he could run away.

He closes his locker before tightening his jaw and turning to you. "What." He says, more of a statement than a question.

What was there wasn't sure

But I'd go back to you

I know I'd go back to you

"I'm sorry. For everything." You sigh, looking to your feet. "We ended things badly. The last month before the fight was bad and nothing seemed sure about it. But, I miss you. I know I pushed you away before but I shouldn't have."

Scotts expression softens slightly as he looks at you with questioning eyes.

You can break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you

I know it's forward, but it's true

"And I'm not gonna lie, what you said hurt me, it broke my heart. But when I got over it I found myself wanting to be around you again. I know that sounds stupid and bold or whatever, but it's the truth." You continue. "It's fine if you just wanna be friends or acquaintances, but I need you in my life again it's been so horr-"

"Y/n." Scott cuts you off. You look up and his scowl from before has been replaced by his smile that lights up the entire room. "I would love to get back together with you." As he talks he'd slowly stepped closer to you, his hands going to your waist. You grin as you snake your arms around his neck pulling you both closer to each other.

"I'm sorry for being such an idiot." You sigh, your hands laced in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." Scott says before leaning down, connecting his lips with yours. Electricity sparks as warmth spreads through you, all the negative thoughts from the last two months disappear and are replaced with one one simple thought:

You were back with Scott and that was all that mattered.

[notquiteaghost]

oh hey i forgot i made this post... here’s 1k of what was gonna be straight grief fic but on second thought works better as the prelude to [gestures above] this nonsense. fair warning this is NOT funny yet this is JUST sad

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The little training salle isn't actually a training salle. It's a gunship hangar, one that now never contains any gunships thanks to how the 212th gets through them far more quickly than the Senate is prepared to pay for them. That is, it's a big, empty room no one ever goes in.

Obi-Wan is near enough in the very centre, lightsaber lit, stripped down to just his undershirt and a pair of Cody's lower blacks. He's soaked with sweat, moving through what Cody's pretty sure is one of the Soresu katas, methodically parrying shot after shot after non-existent shot.

"You're worrying Kabu," Cody calls.

Obi-Wan moves through to a natural stopping point, and disengages his lightsaber. There's a long moment, while Cody walks over, where he doesn't say anything.

Being apart from Skywalker, Cody knows, always fucks with Obi-Wan's head. So does going longer than a month without stepping foot in the Temple. So does spending more than two days at a time in hyperspace. So does losing vod'e before ever having a real conversation with them.

So does the war, in short.

"I'd ask if you want to spar," Cody says, as he gets close enough to see the very minute way Obi-Wan is shaking, "But I don't trust you not to take my arm off, right now. Did you sleep at all?"

"Probably." Obi-Wan isn't looking at Cody. Is, in fact, staring at a point high up on the wall. His voice is that lilting, polite thing he defaults to when very, very out of it.

Cody had spent the first half of third shift in Obi-Wan's bed, while Obi-Wan looked over reports and made vague plans, pending the actual pilots' approval. Their hyperspace travel time was meant to count as leave, again, because of course the only qualifying factor of being on leave is to not be on an active battlefield. He'd got Obi-Wan in bed, too, a full hour before he'd had to get up.

Naive, to think if he left Obi-Wan in bed that meant he'd actually sleep.

What he'll have actually done, then, is lie there and dissociate so much he lost time, which he decided counted as sleep. Stims were definitely also involved.

Gently, Cody reaches out, and pulls Obi-Wan's lightsaber from his hand, clips it to his belt. Laces their fingers together. Says, "Could've told me."

"Yes," Obi-Wan agrees, too easily. "That does seem obvious, now."

"Gonna put you on a damn leash."

"That might pose a challenge, while you're beating up droids."

"Not on the battlefield I'm worried about," Cody says, using their joined hands to lead Obi-Wan out the hangar. "Half the company at least all keeping track of your position, I want that round the clock."

"Did Kabu not send you?"

"After three karking hours, yeah."

Obi-Wan blinks. "I had a meeting."

"If it was the pilots," Cody takes them past the engines, corridors least travelled thanks to all the noise, "I delegated that this morning, they don't need their hands held to read your plans. If it was the Council, your comm was lost in the battle, very tragic, no way to prevent it, what a pity we've no more."

"You sound like Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan says, still too polite and faraway, and a couple things click into place. Like the date, and the significance of it.

Cody swallows his anger, useless as it is. "Who was the meeting with, Obi-Wan?"

"Oh, Garen and Quinlan."

The anger flares again, bright, burning. Fuck, he better get to punch some Seppies tomorrow.

He says, careful to keep the anger out his voice, "You were going to get shitfaced in transit to a deployment?"

"It's hardly a deployment," Obi-Wan dismisses. "It's not like I'm there as anything other than a formality, I won't need to leave the ship."

"I am trying," Cody says, slowly, "Really very hard not to be angry at you, cyare. You are not making it easy."

"Oh," Obi-Wan says.

They have, thank fuck, reached his bunk. Cody gets them both inside, locks the door, and says, "Next time, when you're due leave because it's the anniversary of your Master's fucking death, and the Senate instead sends you out on a glorified milk run so they can avoid resupplying us for another tenday, I need you to tell me, so I can do something."

Obi-Wan sits abruptly on the bed, like all his strings just snapped. "What would you have done?"

"Kriff, I don't know, sicced Fox on them? Threatened mutiny, maybe. Offered them Kabu's stash of the very illegal drugs."

The noise Obi-Wan makes isn't a laugh. "Bribery might have worked. Fuck, Cody, I keep thinking how you never met him. He always–" He presses a hand over his mouth. His eyes are wet with tears.

Cody sends a quick comm to Waxer, to officially take the rest of the shift off. Then he sits on the bunk, back against the wall, and draws Obi-Wan into his arms.

"He would have liked you," Obi-Wan says, after a minute. He's more present, and more upset for it. "He would have hated the war, but he would have liked you. Teased me for having a type. Force, I never thought I'd– He should be here."

Cody hums, agreeing, soothing.

Last year, they'd not even known each other six months. They'd had leave, actual leave, and Obi-Wan had vanished for three days without warning, and it was only a message from Skywalker that stopped Cody storming the Temple to look for him.

It was the first time anyone had mentioned Qui-Gon Jinn to Cody. A year later, and he can still count each time on his fingers. It's been over ten years, and the wound in Obi-Wan is still bleeding.

They got pamphlets, from the Jedi medics, about battle fatigue. About trauma responses, brain chemistry, maladaptive coping mechanisms. Grief, Cody knows, isn't something you can dissect like that, all neat parts, if X then Y. Grief doesn't get better. People don't stop being dead.

"You never talk about him," Cody says.

"I don't usually have to," Obi-Wan says, voice rough. "Before you and the vod'e, Anakin was the only person I knew who hadn't known him, too."

in preparation for it maybe actually happening in kenobi show ive been thinking a lot abt force ghost qui-gon appearing during the clone wars

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: Alright? Janis: Not too shabby, Jimothy Janis: How about you? Jimmy: Been better Jimmy: You know 😏 Janis: Goes without saying Janis: we both make do like but all things considered Janis: think it was 'reet' as you would say Jimmy: You're so full of craic Jimmy: No wonders I miss you already like Jimmy: But yeah it was alright Janis: 🍀 Janis: Take the compliment even though with present company its not asking much of me is it Janis: No shade to Cass or Bobs Jimmy: Want another, do ya? #thirstyworkthis Jimmy: Full of 'em thankfully Janis: Who you calling thirsty?! 😉 Jimmy: Denying it? Jimmy: Bold move Janis: Your word against mine Jimmy: Fair. You are louder than me Jimmy: Gonna get drowned out Janis: 😳 Janis: Prick! Janis: Not my fault that you just grunt like a caveman at all times Jimmy: If you aren't about it, do something about it, mate Jimmy: Just saying 😏 Janis: Ha.. what, teach you proper English? Janis: Not sure I got the time or dedication to the cause tbh 🤔 Jimmy: Nah you haven't got the vocab 🇮🇪 Jimmy: Need more than 🍀 is the drama Janis: 🖕 Janis: Drama is the only subject you're about, more like Janis: not working with an unwilling pupil Jimmy: You can't be my muse across every subject, mate Jimmy: So thirsty like Janis: Ugh Janis: I hate you Janis: So glad you're not here now Jimmy: Can't shut me up from this far away though Jimmy: We both know you've got means otherwise Janis: Such a blatant hussy Janis: all becomes clear now 😂 Jimmy: Skerries brings it out in me Janis: Well what happens in Skerries, like Jimmy: Shit. Hang on Janis: Okay Janis: Is it? Jimmy: Sorry Jimmy: As you were Jimmy: What did I miss? Janis: Damn, didn't hear me lamenting under ya window? Janis: Guess the thirst isn't THAT real Janis: You good? Jimmy: Funny Jimmy: Shame you weren't, could've caught me when I was tempted to throw myself out dramatically like Janis: That bad then? Janis: 'Cos you went away, like? Jimmy: My dad just had a weekend worth of opinions he simply had to share with me about how I've been spending my time Janis: I can imagine Janis: You aren't free childcare though Janis: I know my fam are lax about certain shit others aren't but he is taking the piss Janis: Right? Jimmy: It isn't like I even mind about looking after them, he's acting as if I'm desperate to be rid when I'd rather have 'em than leave them with him Jimmy: None of us wanna play happy families with him and his missus Jimmy: Have your fucking alone time Janis: Soon to be asking that, gotta be realistic Janis: Esp. with how little he's given the kiddos re. you're Ma Janis: What a headfuck, can't just transition seamlessly, son Janis: and as for the rest of that shite, he just KNOWS that'll make you feel guilty, Jim Janis: I don't know anyone who puts as much work in with their fam, he's not got a leg to stand on there, just knows what'll work on you, that's all Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: it fucks me off though, it really does Jimmy: Feels like ages since we went away already and I'm only just back through the door Janis: I know Janis: Sometimes I wish we could just take 'em and leave for good Janis: Not really though, I know that's a lowkey fucked thing to wish considering Janis: Not trying to be an insensitive cunt, just hate it when he gets to you, if I could do something about it forreal, I would Jimmy: You do Jimmy: Not trying to make you feel awkward bout it but you do really help me Jimmy: I wouldn't be able to hack half as much of this if you weren't about Janis: 'Course you would Janis: You did before, like, since you was 13 Janis: That's mental Janis: Don't usually wanna gas you up this much but you're fucking strong, and I know you had to for 'em but still are Janis: Own it, big 'ead Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: Still wish you were here though Jimmy: Or we were there Janis: Duh, I'm a delight Janis: and not going anywhere anytime soon so Janis: you're in 🍀 Jimmy: About time I had some Janis: That's the spirit Janis: just hit your Da with that quality bants 😎 Janis: won't have no comebacks, I bet Jimmy: 💪🏆 Jimmy: Sooner I can get my own flat the better Jimmy: Debating jacking school in but then who'd be there to get Mr Lucas' rocks off Janis: Won't someone please think about Mr Lucas n his needs?! Janis: Such a hero Janis: Forreal? Be a shame, like Janis: Not just for the art department Jimmy: I know. I wouldn't get to spend all day eye fucking you for starters Jimmy: 🎻 Jimmy: I dunno, sometimes it's the only peace I get from dickheads, kids and mad dogs but they aren't paying me to be there like Janis: Can't have you using your skillz on the CG punters instead Janis: Get restraining orders or their order over ya like Janis: Makes sense though, shame there ain't a compensation scheme like Janis: Maybe you could get run over and then say the Dr fucked you over Janis: double bubble Jimmy: Get your nan round to beat me up again Jimmy: Have a go too, be a hero, mate Jimmy: If anyone asked there was loads of 'em and I didn't see a single face, sorry Janis: 😂 Janis: and defs not a pensioner and a teenage girl either like Janis: probs the 'RA after you, like Janis: sell that shit to The Sun, boyo Janis: full of good ideas, me Jimmy: Quality Jimmy: I am gonna have to get another job at least Jimmy: any ideas there? Janis: Hmm Janis: Lets put our heads together Janis: What are your skills, Mr Taylor? Jimmy: 😏 Janis: 😒 Janis: There's a market for it Janis: Mia could be your sugar mama, play your cards right Jimmy: I'd happily go broke in that case Jimmy: Live in this box room forever like Janis: You got principles now? Janis: Didn't have 'em when you was sucking face with Tam 🤔 Interesting 😂 Jimmy: When Mia's concerned it's called common sense Janis: Don't reckon you got staying power to be nothing more than another flavour of the month? Janis: She does go through them, admirable in a way given all she's seemingly working against Jimmy: I know I haven't Jimmy: Kissed goodbye to my new boy appeal ages ago Janis: I dunno Janis: I still reckon you're alright Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: Cute Janis: 🤢 Jimmy: [Sends a picture of Twix] Speaking of Jimmy: Absence has made the heart grow fonder for someone Janis: Real MVP Janis: been wearing you out instead of her Janis: You owe her, like 😜 Jimmy: I'm gonna bin off school Jimmy: I can make it up to her then Jimmy: Just for the day, keep calm dad Janis: Lol, really prove his point, like Janis: Teen's prerogative Janis: Fair though, I'm pretty knackered Jimmy: yeah why not Jimmy: you don't wanna come over to keep us both company then? Janis: You don't have to ask Janis: if you just wanna 💤 Janis: Not gonna be that bitch Jimmy: what kinda bitch you gonna be Janis: I've not decided yet, watch out world Jimmy: Keep me posted Jimmy: Twix needs to get a jump on her competition Janis: Look, baby girl, if its a competition between you and school then it is none Janis: but the lad here needs a break Janis: I'm soz 💔 Jimmy: 😎💪🏆 Jimmy: Challenge accepted Janis: You turning sleep into a sport now? Jimmy: Have you seen Twix when she gets going on a dream? #Athleticaf Janis: Aww 😍 Janis: why you taking on the champ, gonna have you picking up her shit- oh wait Janis: s'a dog's life forreal Jimmy: She was the one being #goals all along Janis: Truly Janis: can I come over actually Janis: I want to Janis: Call me thirsty all you wanna Jimmy: I want you here too Jimmy: We're even Janis: What was that? You actually admitting defeat? Janis: 😮 Janis: Never thought I'd see the day, Taylor Jimmy: Don't get used to it, like Jimmy: But I do owe you one for sorting Skerries Janis: I'll take it Janis: Even if it was hardly selfless of me like Jimmy: I'm alright with you being selfish if it means getting away from the shit Janis: Easily sorted Janis: S'my default, ask the fam Jimmy: I would but I'm gonna see how long I can carry on pretending families don't exist 😎 Janis: Not gonna say challenge accepted when you're being a good boy Janis: but I like the sound of that too Janis: plus, unfair, numbers wise Jimmy: You are at a disadvantage Jimmy: Never usually let that losing streak stop you though Jimmy: 😏 Janis: Fuck off Janis: Selective memory sore loser 😒 Janis: I got this in the bag anyway, you can't be cunty to kids Janis: I'm away there, all my fam be grown...ish Jimmy: You're gonna have to jog it for me cause all I see in my past are wins, mate Jimmy: Not that you can trusted if you've forgotten how much of a dickhead I am Janis: I know you find it hard to keep up with me but Janis: at least try, mate 😉 Jimmy: Don't have to. I'm a natural at beating you Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 😑 Janis: I feel its my duty to inform you this isn't how you make girls like you, you know Janis: otherwise your chances of getting a new gf to stick are slim Jimmy: It's alright I don't want a new girlfriend Jimmy: And I know what works on the one I've got 😏 Janis: What a charmer Jimmy: You aren't denying it 😎 progress Janis: What's your game? Janis: Suspect Jimmy: No games Janis: Yeah right Janis: got my eye on you boy Jimmy: You always do Jimmy: 😎💪💕 Janis: 🕵 you're a shady character that's why Janis: could be a 36 y/o russian spy Jimmy: 😲 Jimmy: with this face? rude Janis: deep cover Janis: obvs want me for the olympics cos why else Jimmy: busted Janis: fans gonna be gutted Janis: never mind will they won't they Janis: rollercoaster from fake start to fake end Jimmy: We're gonna need new #s Janis: #whendimitriisnottheone #comradeBYE Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: I'll get the vodka shots in Jimmy: Win you back like Janis: Not that easy Janis: but not gonna say no Jimmy: #thirsty Janis: how did we end up back here Jimmy: Too true for you to keep avoiding, mate Janis: what you think Janis: queen of avoidance Janis: won't see me for dust Jimmy: I'll see you tomorrow, babe Janis: Only by proxy Janis: 'cos my true love is there Jimmy: 🎻💔 Janis: Don't worry, we can still have mindless sex Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: Done Janis: Heart healed real fast Janis: Called it Jimmy: I'm easy Janis: Didn't wanna say it, kid Jimmy: Ask Tam she'll tell you Janis: I bet she would Janis: Unlike you I do my best to avoid her though so no tah Jimmy: Don't know what you're missing there, mate Janis: Ha, you can get fucked Janis: I'm not having a threesome with you and Tam Janis: not even for the #drama Jimmy: what about for the #craic? Jimmy: You'd be lucky anyway she's only about me 😎 Janis: So jealous 😒 Janis: Twat Janis: How about a mmf threesome, bet YOU ain't so keen now Jimmy: Depends who you're considering Jimmy: If it's Mr Lucas I'm well in Janis: All fun and games now but you know he'd be way too down Jimmy: 😒 Jimmy: Too real Janis: Mhmm, that mouth gon' get you in trouble one day Janis: what am I gonna do with you, eh? Janis: 😇 over here Jimmy: I'm the bad influence like Jimmy: Take that dad Janis: Yeah, I'll just tell him, like Janis: Problem solved Janis: Please him no end having to have a chinwag with me 😂 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: done deal Jimmy: not like we're trying to avoid him or owt Janis: oh, just thought we were trying to avoid our own, like Janis: there goes my bruch goss sesh Janis: gutted Jimmy: Keep up, mate Jimmy: Gotta totally isolate ourselves for that teen angst cliche Janis: Umm Janis: 🚩 Janis: are you going to tell me next that no one else cares about me but you? and that I need to block everyone and give you my phone Jimmy: You can tell your fam that next time Gracie's blowing up your phone Janis: I'd pay to see her rescue mission but Janis: I'll let it get to the danger zone before I do anything, standard Jimmy: Fair Jimmy: Can't fault you there Janis: Give you time to get proper creeper Janis: up ya game Jimmy: I'll take that Jimmy: Challenge accepted as per Janis: G'wan then Janis: Don't scare easy Jimmy: I already figured that out Janis: Clever boy 😉 Jimmy: have my moments Jimmy: Don't even need school, see? Janis: Still wanna jack it in then? Janis: Let Monday pass, see how you feel Jimmy: I don't wanna really Jimmy: Just being a crybaby about being stuck under this roof Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: Fair Janis: I feel it Janis: You can always squat in the barn if you're quiet Janis: won't charge you Janis: much Jimmy: I can be quiet Jimmy: If you don't blow my cover we'll be alright Janis: Excuse me Janis: I'm stealth as fuck Janis: you know you got caught the other day yeah Janis: was saving your ego but Jimmy: Nah Janis: Did so Janis: you know Gracie got her 👀 peeled for you forever Jimmy: Damn Jimmy: Should've known that she'd still be obsessed with me Janis: You? Okay 👌🍆 Janis: watch you don't rub your shine off dickhead Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: Thought you'd be buzzing she's switched her allegiance like Janis: Still not getting rid of her is it Janis: Unless you both run off into the sunset and leave me in peace Jimmy: Yeah alright Jimmy: You've got Twix you'll be sorted Janis: Like you give a fuck Janis: finally getting the twin you wanted all along like Jimmy: Naturally Jimmy: Just playing the long game Janis: Bit of a weird way to play it but Janis: this your usual approach? Jimmy: You're the first twin I've dated Jimmy: Lucky Janis: I really feel it Jimmy: [Sends a pic of Twix looking adorable] Jimmy: Bet you do Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Look at what you coulda had Janis: now you're gonna have to get a pug with my sister Janis: sad Jimmy: More of a cat person anyway like 😏 Janis: are you trying to get with my mum? Janis: sicko Jimmy: Nah just over mad bitches, you know Janis: Defs wanna avoid this entire fam then Jimmy: Nah their alright Jimmy: And not just by comparison Janis: Hmm maybe from the outside looking in Janis: They aren't but what am I gonna do, emancipate myself? I've got less cash and less of a place to go so not the brightest of ideas Jimmy: Guess we're stuck Jimmy: Twix has a lot of love to give but fuck all cash Janis: Preach Janis: Useless sugar daddy Janis: should take a leaf out my sister's book clearly Jimmy: Bit late for that Jimmy: You're too loved up Janis: Nah Janis: Tell Twix to speak for herself Jimmy: [sends a voice clip of Twix howling] Jimmy: Done Janis: 😂 Janis: aren't you in enough trouble rn boy? don't start her off! Jimmy: She's a bad bitch Jimmy: Can't be told Jimmy: I blame her training meself Janis: Oh, Twix, where you gonna go? Think on, girl Janis: Get what you pay for Janis: You want results, you gotta cough up for my services Jimmy: You can't need new kicks already, mate Jimmy: I know you've been shopping like Jimmy: The social's got you exposed Janis: What makes you think I was paying? 🤔 Janis: Mean she didn't buy you a 'round? Shame Jimmy: I know you weren't Jimmy: Gonna pay when Twix hears about it though Janis: Sure the flat whites are already hunting her down too Janis: Awkward Jimmy: Tam's probably trying to stretch her skin into a suit as we speak Jimmy: She's gonna need a touch of your luck I reckon Janis: Not your usual type, long and lanky then? Janis: That'll be a toughie but she's nothing if not determined, bless her Jimmy: Dunno I can't remember Jimmy: 🤷 Janis: Nice Janis: Such a gent Jimmy: I wasn't trying to be Jimmy: She bumped into me and we had a dance to make it less awkward Jimmy: Far as that politeness went Janis: No need to lie 😂 I'm not the one that's gonna be crying about it Jimmy: No need to be jealous cause I'm not Janis: Whatever, weren't together Janis: not against any unwritten rules or other shite Jimmy: Still Jimmy: If you were jealous, like at Cass' party, no need to be Janis: You what? Janis: I weren't, you were being rude, that's all Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: 🤷 Janis: Always wanting me to be jealous Janis: 😒 Jimmy: Nope, just saying Jimmy: I'm that dickhead like Janis: What dickhead would that be? Jimmy: A jealous one Janis: Nah Janis: You ain't Janis: why would you be? nothing to be jealous about Jimmy: Forget it Janis: Can't say that, never works, like Jimmy: There's a first time for everything though Jimmy: Worth a go Janis: 🤷 Janis: fine, hit you with the shrug right back Janis: be like that Jimmy: I'm not being like anything Jimmy: I just don't wanna say it. Okay? Janis: Alright Janis: What do you wanna say? Anything? Should I go? Jimmy: Don't Jimmy: It's not your fault like, being too good for me and that Janis: Are you mental? What are you even chatting Janis: Fuck leagues, not even playing the same sport, and I ain't bragging Janis: For once Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: You're fucking stunning like, and that's just looks Janis: 🙄 Janis: Please Janis: that's the start and end of my qualities Janis: don't even make the most of that, like Jimmy: Shut up Jimmy: It isn't Jimmy: And you don't need to, that makes it worse, or better depending on the lens you're viewing through Janis: I've told you, I know what I am Janis: Ain't under any illusion I'm a catch Janis: Not fishing for sympathy like Jimmy: I'm not throwing any sympathy out Jimmy: Or compliments, just facts Jimmy: You are a catch, mate Janis: Blatantly not 'cos no one else thinks or has thought so Janis: what I'm saying, there's nothing to BE jealous about Janis: no one gunning for you 'cos I'm off the market, is there Jimmy: Only cause they can't compete with how #goals we are Janis: Yeah, that's the joke Jimmy: It doesn't have to be Jimmy: I'm not laughing Janis: No? That might've been your reality but it certainly hasn't been mine Janis: There's a reason I was a 'dyke' with no friends, and those reasons haven't disappeared Janis: You would laugh, you do Jimmy: No Janis: Forget it Janis: I'm using mine now too Jimmy: Don't Jimmy: I don't want you to forget what I'm trying to say Jimmy: Even if I am messing it up Janis: you don't have to Janis: say anything Janis: just 'cos I'm being a fucking sad case Jimmy: I want to Jimmy: There's so much shit I wanna say to you, alright? Janis: But you don't know how? Janis: Alright, Liam, fucking hell Jimmy: He was on to something Janis: Maybe Janis: 😏 Janis: You don't need this though, my shit ontop of yours, forreal, so you can forget about it, alright? Jimmy: I'm not that much of dickhead Janis: Ugh, can't you try? Janis: Always claiming the title and now where is it when we need it, eh Jimmy: Sorry Jimmy: Got no control over it like that Jimmy: Basically none around you, like Janis: You mean that? Janis: No bullshit, no bants? Jimmy: You know I do Janis: Good Janis: 'cos me either Janis: and I am jealous, really jealous Janis: and you know that too, I know Jimmy: That's why you have to hear me out Jimmy: There's no reason to be Jimmy: I swear Janis: Alright Janis: I'll try Janis: Its not personal, but I know its shitty to be on the other end of it regardless Jimmy: Good Jimmy: I can't lie now, I quite like it Jimmy: Nobody's ever been that bothered about me before Janis: Well they're thick then Janis: I Janis: I dunno Janis: Not had anyone to myself before Janis: that I wanted to keep Janis: not letting go easy, like Jimmy: Don't Jimmy: Me and you. Alright? Jimmy: That's how I want it Janis: Alright Janis: I wish we had a place to go now too Janis: Bad Janis: out of the question storming out in a teen angst rage tonight? Jimmy: It's out of the question for me not to Jimmy: I'll take the car Jimmy: Find us a place Janis: You're already in trouble I guess Janis: Lets do it Janis: I'll be waiting outside Jimmy: I'll be right there Janis: 👌 Janis: what are our chances of sneaking me in though? 🤔 seems silly to come back home only to come back tomorrow like Janis: up for the challenge? Jimmy: Put a coat on it's freezing out Jimmy: You know it 💪🏆 Janis: Cute 🖤 Janis: but as I've pulled, will do Jimmy: Funny Jimmy: Got the car keys that's the first hurdle like Jimmy: Don't even need luck Janis: Thank God, like Janis: just that good, yeah? Jimmy: Yeah Jimmy: 💕

[crunchy-multi-fan-one-9]

Pokemon: Pain and Power

Giovanni was having a restless night sleep. These nights were quite common for him. He was dreaming of the day where he felt his whole entire world darken all around him, the day where the person who mean't the world to him was gone forever.

In his dream, a younger Giovanni was on his way to his mother's office. He wondered why she called for him to come. What would she want from him, he knows that she doesn't call on him unless she wants him to do something or wants him to meet someone.

His mind than starts to wonder "Maybe Miyamoto came back and she wants us to get back together.."

He then smiles contently as he has this thought in his mind. Miyamoto was the only woman he felt he could ever be in love with, she was the person in this world who was most precious to him. She is his truest love despite anything that could ever get between them.

Even his mother who he was rather-onesidedly fond of was second to Miyamoto in his view. Giovanni soon calmed down and put on a stoic face as he neared his mother's office, he knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" His mother's voice calls.

"It's me Giovanni, mother. You called me."

Madame Boss said "Well then get in, miserable brat."

Giovanni opens the door and he enters the room. His mother the leader of Team Rocket is looking at him with a frown. Giovanni didn't like the looks of this, though he should be use to her greeting him this way, there was seldom anything good from his mother's glare.

Giovanni asks "Mother may I ask what you called me in for?"

"It's Miyamoto boy…" She says.

Giovanni finds himself smiling and says "It is? Is she back or almost back?!"

He sounded excited but calmed down when his mother glared at him. Giovanni looks ashamed as Madame Boss tended to have that effect on him. She always was able to make him feel badly about himself.

She was always so cold to him and as far as he could remember she'd physically punish him too. Though, not to the extent of his father's abuse. Giovanni still suffered from all the pain his father forced on him.

Madame Boss said "If you're done being a fool… I'll tell you that Miyamoto on her mission… Has gone missing and we can only assume that she's dead…"

Giovanni was shocked by her words. He felt great pain and sorrow in his heart, the words were like shards of ice.

He felt both sadness and horror. Madame Boss simply said "It's a real shame. She was my favorite agent and I know you and her had a thing…"

Giovanni heard what she said but did not respond at all. He couldn't… His heart was seizing in his chest.

Madame Boss got up "Well.. Sadly… It seems as though Mew will be out of our grasp… Losing Miyamoto and not getting Mew are both heavy losses… But these things happen.."

She than walks passed Giovanni as she's going out of her office, she looks at his expression and says in a cold tone "You had better not be planning to stand there like that… Whatever… I am going out for a bit… Leave when you… Get over this.. I'll inform the family her daughter's left with of this.."

She left the office and the door was open. Giovanni was still absorbing the shock of this, he couldn't take it. He thought of when he and Miyamoto were a couple. Those were the happiest memories of his life. Meeting her helped him it healed a wounded heart.

"No….! No! We… We should've… We could've… We… We… We… We were… Supposed to be a couple again… It could've been so great me and her… Me and my Miya… I could've even been willing to be a father to Jessie… Who cares if it's a different father…" Giovanni felt tears welling up in his eyes. He was crying as he had his hand on his chest.

He kept thinking of Miyamoto even their break up. He thought of Miyamoto, her image, face and her smile. All of it in his head. He felt an ache in his heart when she broke up with him. Twas a burning pain that left a lasting impression.

Then, it all shattered away as he saw it all. The young man could not take this pain. He felt his heart shatter inside as he thought back to his Pokemon friends deaths by his father's hands.

His memories all were swirling as his PTSD from the experiments done to him and his pain. All blaring in his mind. Giovanni was on his knees as he clutched his chest.

"It… Hurts… Damn… It hurts! MIYAMOTO!"

He sees the door and runs over to it and slams the door shut as some staff members tried to come inside, hearing him yell. Giovanni blocked the door. They sounded concerned for him, Giovanni couldn't care less though.

He then fell to his knees and clutched his head in anguish. He was feeling sorrow, sadness, wrath and rage all at once. His heart felt like it was breaking and collapsing in on itself. He was hurting so severely, the pain was terrible.

Giovanni banged the floor with his fists "NO! NO! NO FAIR! WHY?! MIYAMOTO MY BELOVED MIYA!"

He sobs in anguish as he says choked up "Please don't be gone… Please don't leave me…. Please… You have me and your daughter… And mother…"

When he thought of his mother, he felt rage as she was there with his father. He hated her but loved her same with his father. Giovanni yelled loudly in rage "AAAARRRAAGGHHH! NOOOO! NOOO! DAMMIT ALLL! WHY AM I STILL HERE! ALL BY MYSELF!"

He clutches his heart as he tries to get up.. He tries to move but it feels hard. He is in tears and pain as he cries very hard and tears keep flowing. He is yelling in agony and sorrow as he's in tears and pain. He feels hot inside and cold too, All at once. This pain it was unfamiliar to him, he couldn't recall having felt this horrible burning pain for years.

Giovanni yells and cries all at once as he's bawling "AAAHHH! NOOO! WHY! IT'S NOT FAIR! MIYAMOTO WE COULD'VE ALL BEEN TOGETHER I LOVE YOU! I NEED YOU! MIYA COME BACK TO ME MY BELOVED COME BACK! DON'T LET ME BE ALONE ON THIS WORLD!"

He feels his heart raise and beat rapidly. It's burning him, he's in tears and pain. Soon he stops feeling anything. He tries to walk to the door to open it but instead he just collapses face first on to the floor, feeling like his heart shattered inside and maybe collapsed in on itself.

Present Giovanni opened his eyes quickly, he sat up quickly and was sweating. Giovanni thought back to that day and he still felt pain in his heart. The pain never did go away, nothing really helped it. How could it Miyamoto had been his everything.

He loved her and he adored her and she was always loving to him. When they were together his heart always felt happy inside. Without her he grew to be bitter and cold the person he'd show true love and caring towards now, is not technically a person. It is his faithful Persian.

He looks over at his Persian sleeping peacefully in it's basket. Giovanni didn't have it sleep in his bed with him, as he didn't want to wake Persian if Giovanni was tossing or turning. Giovanni smiles at Persian.

He thinks about Jessie the daughter of Miyamoto's daughter. He thought of how her being together with James and Meowth. He did things in secret to try and help Jessie when she was with her foster family. Even though they never wanted him to it seemed.

Giovanni even though he finds it shameful on how Jessie has been being beaten by a mere pokemon trainer lately and losing with her teammates, he still had some care for her which is why he refuses to fire her. He won't show any open forms of affection or anything like that as it was not who he was. She was not his daughter, her father was someone who he felt was a fool for leaving Miyamoto.

To Giovanni the most important thing to him was power and having a strong Pokemon. He wanted to control this world and crush all of his opponents and make them suffer. Mewtwo his prized Pokemon helped him and Team Rocket do that. Giovanni stood up and walked towards a window and looked at the moon.

He had a smile on his face and said "Miyamoto my love if it wasn't for you we won't have Mewtwo today. Thank you for what you've done for me. You are gone but I will always feel your love for me."

To him Mewtwo symbolizes all that Miyamoto did to find Mew. Giovanni has a desire to have Mewtwo as his, it helps him feel close to Miyamoto. Giovanni is smiling as he looks at the moon and says "The world does belong to me. Mother and father where they are will see that I am the one to bring Team Rocket to the top."

He then walks away and goes to his bed and sleeps. The pain will always live on, Giovanni focuses on his desires to try and curb his pain, though it hardly helps him. Giovanni knows that deep down.

That's the end.

Please R&R.