#para: holes in the apologies

[imprincipalweemspet]

Under the desk

Hello! This is my first time writing something so please don’t be so mean to me. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking.

Enjoy! 😘

You could only hear the dull pounding of your racing heart in your ears, you were on your knees with your neck slightly bent in the dim darkness under the desk waiting patiently for Larissa.

Your train of thought is interrupted when you hear the faint voices of the students, indicating that classes have started.

Entonces escuchas la puerta de la oficina abrirse y cerrarse.

El sonido de sus caros tacones resuena por todo el lugar.

Ves como la silla de cuero se quita del escritorio, lo que te da una vista de la mitad inferior de su cuerpo. Te aprietas contra el soporte del escritorio para no delatar tu presencia.

The desk was big enough that her shapely legs weren't touching you.

She texts you, thinking you were at work. You innocently text him back.

She suddenly crosses her legs exposing the soft skin of her thighs, which were wrapped in a pair of cream-colored stockings that trailed up her legs and ended at the middle of her thick thighs.

You reach out tentatively and touch her ankle with your fingertips.

Larissa gives a small jump in surprise, rolling her chair back.

She tilts her head to look under the desk, fixing her gaze on yours.

Her blond eyebrows rose in surprise to find you under the writing, you gave her a mischievous smile and your hands resumed their place caressing her ankles, dissipating Larissa's tension.

She pulled her chair closer to receive more of your caresses.

Your hands slowly run up her calves, kneading and squeezing her thick legs.

Her legs open slowly giving you more access, your hands moving higher under the hem of her elegant dress and over the top of her stockings, making contact with the softness of her bare skin.

She rolls her chair closer to the desk as she feels the touch of your cool hand on her warm skin, your firm grip on her milky thighs, lifting her dress over her hips to reveal the tops of her stockings and panties.

There was enough light to see her burgundy lace panties covering her beautiful pussy, which was stained dark from her arousal.

Your hands rest on the outside of her thighs pulling her closer to you.

You started by spreading little feather kisses on her knees, slowly moving up her legs.

She can feel your warm breath on the inside of her thighs.

The smell of her sex is driving you crazy, your pussy was soaked and your clit was throbbing, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to worship your goddess.

Your mouth slowly approaches the target. Her body jerks as she feels your warm breath come in contact with the sodden fabric of her underwear.

You cover her pussy with your mouth, press your wet tongue over her lips, savoring her salty sweetness.

Her hand slid under the desk, tangling her long, slender fingers in your hair, pushing her needy cunt into your mouth.

You tilt your head back a little to admire your work of art, the sodden fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen pussy lips, her erect clit pressing proudly against the wet fabric of her panties.

She removes her hand from your head and pulls the underwear aside exposing her pussy, her lips wet and sticky from her arousal and your saliva.

You crane your neck and your wet tongue slides carefully between her folds, lapping up the hot moisture before finding her swollen clit.

She leans back in her leather chair arching her back and forcing her pussy against your face.

You slowly slide your tongue down the hole of her pussy, inserting your tongue as far as it will go, deliberately rubbing your nose over her clit.

You move your head up and down, savoring the delicious taste of her pussy.

Your tongue alternates between its entrance to her clit, over and over again, eagerly drinking the juices of her dripping pussy.

You feel her legs contract, her hand returns to your head yanking roughly at your hair, you gasp for air as you are stimulated by the sensation of the other woman’s fingers tangling in your hair.

Her thighs tighten around your head, bucking her hips desperately painting your face with her luscious fluids. Your lips close around her clit, licking her eagerly.

You slide your middle and ring fingers deep into the wet velvet of Larissa’s pussy. Using your thumb to rub circles around her clit accompanying the thrusts of your fingers.

Her hips rocked up and down uncontrollably, riding your fingers, you increased the speed of your thrusts by adding a third finger driving her wild with desire.

Larissa was so wet you could hear the wet sound of your fingers working between her thighs.

Her juices gush onto your hand as she reaches her orgasm, feeling the delicious contractions of her pussy crush your fingers.

Your fingers slowly slid out of her soaking cunt, leaving Larissa squirming, moaning and shaking.

You slid your glistening fingers into your mouth, not wasting a drop of her delicious fluids.

You slowly slide your tongue back into her sensitive cunt, wiping away the remains of her glorious orgasm.

[drugsforaddicts]

At this point I think Spotify just suggests me Bojere coded songs. No other explanation. This Estonian funnily enough girl has like 4 listeners and no lyrics to be found anywhere. And yet it's like she took one look at these two and went that's worthy of a song

Say you miss me, never switched off The way you kiss me And we're back now It's a little late to back down

Let's talk about some things that we should have done We tried to walk the way cause we couldn't run And we always say that it's just for fun But it a-a-a-a-ain't

To keep it real with you, I dream of the days When me and you, we could fly away You never meant to leave, always wanted to stay And I feel you feel the same

Ooofffff this part is killing me: "To keep it real with you, I dream of the days When me and you, we could fly away" 😭😭😭😭 You know, I fell down a rabbit hole of bojere coded songs on spotify the other day, all because of a 1 random song. The songs after that just kept reminding me of them and suddenly I had added like 20 new songs to my playlist. Tbh I could just spam them all to you but I'm going to counter with this one:

I've been too much or too little for many But you made me feel like I fit right in We're just sitting quietly on the couch, and that's enough I don't have to be strong or cheerful with you And not smile when things aren't fun You always say that just be yourself / The best part of me isn't the loud laughter Or how I see the good in everything The best part of me isn't even these songs of mine It doesn't matter what I see in the mirror And I don't know what others think of me But you tolerate me even at my worst You make me realize that The best part of me is you I love Jannika B's music already but what ultimately convinced me was this specific part of the lyrics sung in Swedish (my Swedish is a bit rusty, so I apologize if it's not entirely accurate), but it roughly translates to "You make my pieces turn into mosaics". Dopamin is my ultimate JO Bojere song, and when I heard the word "mosaic", I was gone. I consider it fate.

God I need to read a 1000 page fanfic all based on these lyrics now.

[fandomfourever]

Paralives Gameplay Video

(Note: There will be the occasional comparison to The Sims franchise, because it's only natural to compare and contrast with the only life sim we've really got.)

So I just watched the Paralives gameplay reveal and I’m so excited! It’s not even at Early Access level yet, and it still looks really good. Obviously it’s very basic things, but those basic things have been fleshed out nicely so far, and seem pretty in depth. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this sure exceeded whatever vague expectations I did have, lol.

The personality points remind me a lot of Sims 1 and 2, but then they add in Vibes, Social Perks, and Talents (or no talent lol), as well as little lifestyle options like if your Para is vegetarian, their sleep habits, and cleanliness habits. If it had just been the personality points I might’ve been a bit disappointed, but these other options add more depth. And not only that they level up? I like that aspect, since it gives you a little goal to work towards, but naturally through interactions and skills. However, there aren’t a lot right now, so I don’t know if more will come in the (FREE) expansions or if there will be more at launch. It’s still got pretty decent options, though, so I’m not mad about it.

Speaking of interactions, I also really like what I’m seeing of the interactions between the Parafolk. I was thinking we might get a social wheel like the Sims, but we get little pop up cards. It’s definitely something I’d have to get used to, but it’s interesting. What I really like is how the interaction options that pop up are context based! Like with the girl playing guitar, your Para can then comment on it, and it becomes something they can talk about later as well, since it’s something they have in common. Or how your Para can apologize for a messy house if it’s dirty or cluttered. It’s such a little detail, but it really makes the interactions feel more alive. And then we see the Para in the video have a reaction to the guy, Carl, at the gym. She already seems to have a positive opinion on his appearance, based on her looking him up and down, but then you get to decide if they pursue that attraction with developing a crush or not. It feels like a nice blend of spontaneity and micromanaging. As someone who usually has a specific story in mind when playing with the Sims I make, I do like being able to micromanage to a point, but I do like some surprises here and there based on personality, so this is looking so far like the right balance for me, personally.

We didn’t see too much in the way of jobs, however, what we did see also looked interesting. As per the FAQ section on the website, and updates through reddit, we are starting off with essentially rabbit-hole jobs, which is fine by me—especially since it sounds like eventually they’ll change that up and add some playable jobs. It is cool that we can see into the cafe where the Para in the video got a job, and that when she’s not working, you can visit it as a customer, which is awesome imo! It makes me really curious about what other jobs there are. We did see the cafe jobs, her friends worked as a Music Composer and Programmer, and Carl worked at the High School. I’m curious as to if we’ll actually see the school, even though it’s also a rabbit hole at this point in time, or if we’ll be able to have Paras go into the school afterwords for activities even if we don’t see them attend classes. Or maybe it would just be hanging around the school grounds to play sports or do clubs? Just have to wait and see I guess.

Now, we did see two Paras playing the guitar in this video. I do hope they eventually add in (either in an expansion or otherwise) an electric guitar, and that it will actually sound like an electric guitar and have it’s own little songs they play.

Aaand now for some little things I spotted in the background that either made me laugh or made me curious. First, I spotted the Para equivalent of the Stanley Cup, the Karen Cup:

lol

And I also spotted in the inventory for Hobbies, a musical instrument I hadn’t seen mentioned before. The triangle:

That’s a really unique addition for musical instrument options for a game like this. I like it! It makes me wonder what other instruments they’ll eventually add (cowbell perhaps? lol). I am wondering what the picture frames we're seeing are, considering those are in Hobbies. Different canvas sizes for painting, maybe? And that table next to the piano... Idk. But I like that we get a normal sized telescope and some decent fitness equipment options.

Outside the cafe on one of the days, there’s a dog bowl!

I know we’re getting pets in the base game, but we don’t see any in this video. But the inclusion of the dog bowl was a good reminder! Because it seems to show up on only one day, I wonder if that’s something that your Para can order if they have a dog with them when they visit the cafe. Or maybe it only shows up on certain days? Hmm. Interesting either way!

Also at the cafe, a puzzle!

I can’t tell if it’s purely decorative, or if it’s something the Paras can actually interact with. I certainly hope it’s interactive.

And those are my thoughts! Again, I really, really like what I’m seeing so far. I’m looking forward to more information and videos being released as we get closer to Early Access release. This first showing is very promising. It looks so cute and fun already!

[blackmissfrizzle]

No One Has to Know- Part 3

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel confronts Bishop about his gift to you.

Warnings: Mentions of torture

A/N: Its finally here!

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Part 2

Bishop could barely keep this secret anymore. Every time you would pop up at the club, he wanted to envelope you in his arms, but he had to settle for the little hugs you would give him time to time.

Then, he wanted to strangle every man hitting on you. One day when he was riding by, he saw Nestor flirting with you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He almost ran Nestor over that day. Calling on his primo, Marcus, he had him speak to Miguel, because he didn’t want any cartel member near his baby girl and in no way did his personal life need to mix with business.

And he almost killed Angel on multiple occasions as well. It’s obvious he could see the love Angel has for you, but the lust was just as clear and too much for Bishop to handle. The way his eyes would roam over your body, or how he would grab your ass when he walked past you, or when he came to the club in a good mood because you got him right that morning.

Everything would set Bishop off. Only Hank and Taza could calm him down and that was getting harder now. He could feel his resolve breaking down. He wanted your mom to tell you, but as each day passed it looked like it would be him.

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While Bishop was struggling with keeping the truth from you, Angel was struggling with the idea that Bishop was trying to steal his girl.

It seems that every time Bishop was around you, he was up in your face. Checking on you a little too much, asking about you more than any other woman associated with the club, taking you on your first bike ride, teaching you how to dance, and in general just giving Angel shit.

Angel decided he wasn’t gonna take anymore when he caught something inside of your helmet. There was an inscription that said, ‘Para mi preciosa,’ (For my precious). He knew you haven’t seen it, because you would automatically ask him did he know about it. Taking your helmet, he got on his bike and headed for the scrap yard.

On a mission, Angel didn’t even respond to Chucky when he greeted him. He just brushed past the man and searched for his target. He found Bishop at a table with Riz, Tranq, and Creeper playing cards.

“Hey Bis, can I speak with you?”

Bishop look up at Angel and could tell he was irritated. “After this hand.” He told him, not wanting to deal with whatever drama Angel was caught up in.

“I was hoping it could be now. It’s kinda serious.”

Bishop slammed down his cards. “Is it kinda serious or is it serious?”

“Serious. It’s about Y/N.” The flash of worry that crossed Bishop’s face confirmed his suspicions that something was going on.

The two of them went to sit at the bar. “What’s going on Angel?”

He couldn’t find the words, so he threw your helmet in Bishop’s direction. “What the hell is this? ‘Para mi preciosa?’ You trying to make a move on my girl?”

Bishop didn’t mean for Angel to find that. Well, not now at least. He thought the secret would be out by now. “No one’s trying to take your girl, Angel.” Bishop left it at that and tried to walk away.

“Then explain the inscription.” Angel stopped his retreat.

“It’s none of your fucking business.” Now they attracted everyone’s attention. They were standing toe to toe in the middle of the room.

“No fuck that! You’ve been giving her too much attention for too fucking long! You need to step off!”

Bishop knew Angel was just protecting his, but he couldn’t tolerate the disrespect. “Or what?”

That did it. Angel threw the first swing and Bishop tackled him. They were so busy fighting that they didn’t notice you yelling at them.

You were about to pull Bishop off Angel, but what he said stopped you in your tracks.

“She’s my fucking kid! Y/N’s my daughter!”

“What?” As quiet as you were, Angel and Bishop heard you. They clambered over each other trying to get to you.

“Mija, follow me.” He guided you to the famed Templo. Angel tried to follow, but Hank stopped him. “Let them work it out first.”

“I thought only Mayans were only allowed in here.” You ran your fingers against the carved table.

“Exceptions can be made for Mayan royalty.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. You always wanted to be an honorary member, but princess could work too. “Be careful. Give me an inch and I’ll be your first patched female member. Kutte and all.”

“I don’t doubt that. Come sit, mija.” He patted the seat next to him.

Bishop practiced this speech multiple times, but now the words were stuck in his throat.

All the times you’ve been around Bishop, you’ve never seen him so unwillingly quiet. You took mercy on him and squeezed his hand. “You’re him, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You’re the guy my mom always used to warn me about. She used to tell me about the guy who almost ruined her life as a cautionary tale.”

Bishop lit his cigarette and took a drag. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, but I always thought she was a coward.” Bishop furrowed his brows at your confession. “Why is that?”

“Because whenever she would talk about you, no matter how much venom and disdain she had in her voice there was a twinkle in her eye. Her love for you would shine through. Although not as bright as it did in the past, I suspect. I’m pretty sure you being from the wrong side of the tracks caused her to drop you thus cowardice. Her need for people’s approval cost her you and our relationship.” As you went on Bishop could see you get riled up even more reminding him of his own temper. To get you to calm down, Bishop wrapped you in his arms.

This hugs weren’t like hugs in the past. This hug was full of love and longing. This hug had a tinge of grief for the lost time between father and daughter.

You pulled back some when you felt some of Bishop’s tears on your face. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

“How long have you known?” You asked wiping away his tears. “I suppose for a while, but I confirmed it a little before your graduation party.”

You remember seeing Bishop talk to your mom the night of the party. She always hated him, but that night you saw a flash of fear in her eyes when she was talking to him. Guess the cat was out of the bag.

While you and Bishop were having your reunion, everyone else was making fun of Angel freaking out. “Dating the president’s daughter, who would’ve thought?” Gilly nudged him on the way to the pool table.

“That’s the least of his worries. Bishop and Alvarez are more like brothers than cousins. So, he’s dating el presidente’s daughter and el padrino’s niece. One fuck up and…pow!” Coco made his fingers into a gun and pointed it at Angel.

“Shut the fuck up, you two.” EZ brought everyone a beer. “Thank you, lil bro.” At least Angel had one person on his side. “They won’t shoot him first. It’ll definitely be torture first.”

Angel tried to swing at his brother, but EZ ducked and tackled him. They ended up wrestling with each other. Neither one grabbing the upper hand.

The brothers were in a jumble of limbs on the ground when you and Bishop finally left Templo. “You sure you wanna be with that idiot?” The president pointed at Angel on the floor in a headlock. “Get these steroid arms off of me, Ezekiel! You’re like some sick creation of Syd from Toy Story!”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He’s my idiot.” Even in a headlock Angel was adorable.

Eventually, the Reyes brothers sensed yours and Bishop’s presence and stopped their wrestling. Angel stood still as Bishop walked up to him. “If you ever hurt her, I’m gonna cut you into pieces, bury you in a fucking hole and piss in it.”

“Told you, torture.” EZ boasted to Coco and Gilly.

“Shut up, Prospect.” Angel and Bishop ordered him at the same time.

There was more talk about how Bishop would torture and desecrate Angel’s body if he ever hurt you. Being the daughter of a biker president sounded violent but oddly comforting.

“And definitely no sex at the clubhouse. Keep that shit at home and away from me.”

Forgetting where you were at the moment, you blurted out,  “So that Templo thing is a no go?”

“What Templo thing, Angel?” Bishop questioned, ready to fuck Angel up again.

Angel’s eyes widened at you and you gave him a sheepish shrug, apologizing for your blabber mouth. “Nothing, Bis.”

“Keep it that way.” Bishop poked Angel in the chest.

Your phone started ringing and the name on the screen put you in a trance. Finding out that Bishop is your biological father is great, but it’s a whole lifetime too late. And of course, you loved the man who raised you, but you also missed out on a lot with Bishop and that was because of one person.

The phone finally stopped ringing and you went straight to your car. “Querida?” Angel called out to you, but you ignored him.

“Follow her, pendejo!” Bishop pushed Angel while grabbing his own keys.

“Where is she going?” Angel ran out the door and to his bike. “To the person who just lied to her for her whole life,” Bishop snapped on his helmet and revved up his bike. “Her mother.”

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[miraculous-anna]

Opposite Day (Or DuPont's Worst Nightmare) Part 3: Ladybug is that HBIC

Hi everyone!!! So, here's the next chapter of ODDWN! And from what you can tell of the title, yes, this is where Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat the Akuma, or essentially, the last main chapter. I'm gonna be doing an aftermath obviously, but right now we're gonna focus on Ladybug telling Chat Noir off. Cause let's be real, Adrien doesn't know what "no" means, and Marinette is way too nice to actually tell him off. THANKFULLY, she doesn't have a filter, so this kitty's getting skinned.

Enjoy! :)

(To get a feel for this chapter, listen to either rules by doja cat, or confident by Justin Bieber and chance the rapper. Your choice lol)

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First / Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Walking out of the classroom, Marinette turned to walk down the stairs. "Dupain-Cheng." Marinette stopped in her tracks, and turned around towards Chloe. "What, brat?" Marinette glared. She was hungry, and getting stopped was annoying her.

Chloe huffed at the insult. Turning her head, "I was, gonna say you could hang out with me and Sabrina now that you have a spine, but for that insult I'm reconsidering."

Marinette laughed, clearly mocking the other girl. "No thanks, I don't hang out with entitled brats like you. I mean, seriously? You?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Marinette was about to walk away when Chloe growled. "Excuse you?! I am Chloe Bourgeois! I have everything, like you would ever understand!"

"Oh Chloe, we both know you're lying. Even to yourself." Marinette looked over her shoulder, before turning slightly. "What does that mean?" Chloe placed her hands on her hips. "You don't have everything you could ever want, isn't that right?" Marinette smiled in mock sympathy. "Of course I do! I'm the mayor's daughter!" Chloe hesitated, not knowing what Marinette was getting at.

"Yes, you are the mayor's daughter, yes you're rich, but none of those things can give you what you truly want," Marinette shook her head, walking in a slow circle around the blonde. "Your mom left you," Chloe flinched at that remark. Marinette continued, "Your dad isn't there for you," Another flinch, Chloe curled her fists. "You only have one friend, and everyone hates you." Marinette stopped walking, she stood behind her. Grasping her shoulders, Marinette spoke in Chloe's ears. "Poor, poor Chloe. You're alone, and no one truly understands you. But who's fault is that? Who's fault is it that everyone cowers before you?"

Chloe looked to be on the verge of tears, not that Marinette could see. "You want friends, and you want people to care about you, right? No one's ever paid attention to you, and no one cared enough." Marinette sighed, taking on a sympathetic voice. "What are you getting at, Dupain-Cheng?" Chloe whispered, knowing if she spoke louder her voice would crack. "You don't have to be alone, Chloe. You don't have to have people be scared of you. You brought this upon yourself by being a horrible person. But," Marinette let go of Chloe's shoulders. Walking towards the stairs, she turned to look back at the other girl. "Even you can be redeemed. You just have to try."

With that, Marinette left an emotional Chloe at the top of the staircase. "Stupid Dupain-Cheng, what does she know?" Chloe whispered, rubbing at her eyes furiously.

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Running into the bathroom, Marinette locked the door to her stall, and opened her purse. "Marinette! Let's hurry! We've waited too long, who knows what the akuma has done!" Tikki cries in a whisper, flying out of the purse. "I know, Tikki, don't lecture me." Marinette grumbles, calling her transformation.

Now on the roof of her school, Marinette listens intently for the sound of an akuma. Lo and behold, a few blocks down came the screams. "Guess he circled around the city." Marinette murmured, swinging onto the building across the street. There, in the street down below stood the akuma Opposite Man. He had a staff he used to zap people, and had what looked like smoke bombs to affect groups of people.

From what she could tell, Marinette deduced that the staff made you do the opposite of what you're trying to do, and the smoke bomb affects your personality. That's why I felt weird today, and the purple smoke in the air. Marinette thought, suddenly realizing.

She analyzed the scene below, trying to find a way to restrain him, and get his akumatized object. She heard a thump from behind her and internally cursed. She didn't need his recklessness this time. Ladybug had a job to do.

"Hello, M'lady! I've missed you, my bugaboo!" Chat Noir purred, leaning on his staff. Ladybug stood up, and slowly turned to face him, while saying sarcastically, "Oh wow, M'lady and Bugaboo? Using both names which you know I hate? You must be here to be a nuisance --as usual" Ladybug crossed her arms, titling her head with a mock surprised face, before dropping it and glaring at him.

"Me-ouch, M'lady! No need to be so harsh! I'm just here to be your savior! After all, it is what good boyfriends do!" Chat Noir exclaimed, reaching to touch her. Marinette didn't know what he wanted to touch, but it frightened her nonetheless. Normally, she would flinch back, and try to put distance, but the akuma’s powers, no, they didn't let her.

Grabbing his wrist before he can touch her, Ladybug sneered. "Don't fucking touch me, you mangy cat!" Chat Noir tried to pull his hand back, but Ladybug wasn't done. "You know what you are, Chat Noir?" A step forward. Ladybug had the hand with the ring on it, not that Chat noticed. No, he was too shocked his lady was talking back to him. Where was this confidence? She never fought back!

No, no, you can't let your victim fight you! Chat had to fix this! His thoughts were broken when Ladybug spoke again. "You're nothing, but a nuisance, a menace, a reckless little brat, and--" Insult after Insult. Each insult equaled a step closer, till she backed him up against the edge of the roof.

"M'lady! Now, don't get so riled up! You're only acting this way cause you got hit! We can defeat the Akuma and go back to normal!--" Chat Noir rambled, desperately trying not to fall off the tall building they were on. It was three stories, and if he fell, his staff couldn't save him, it was knocked away from him, but Ladybug cut him off. "You mean the akuma I'm going to defeat, you're useless, you can't do anything to help me. In fact, I don't need you at all!" Ladybug shouted, her grip on his wrist getting tighter. Harder for him to break out of, she mused in her head.

"Don't lie, Ladybug! We're meant for each other! You're the only one that doesn't see it. Come on! Let go so we can get you back to normal." Chat Noir rolled his eyes, smiling his signature Adrien Sunshine Boy smile. This would convince her, surely-- Ladybug's expression only darkened. "Right, cause when I'm back to normal, I don't fight you. I'm a doormat when I'm normal, gives you more opportunities to harass and get away with the shit you do. And we're not "meant" for each other, you asshat. You're a horrible person, and I hate you!" Ladybug was screaming by now. She grabbed his fingers, ready to slip off the ring. He looked to shocked at her declaration to notice at first.

"Chat Noir, by order of the Guardian of the Miraculous, You are hereby revoked of your miraculous, and you'll face the full consequences of your actions." He looked enraged at her order, and tried to break free. "Catacly--" He tried to shout, but she laughed. "I'll just tie you up and take it after you transform back forcefully. Like I said, you're fucking stupid." Still laughing, she smirked as he did it anyway.

She let go of him, and before he could run away, tied him up with her yoyo. Quickly attaching him to a pole on the roof, Ladybug rolled her eyes. "I told you, you stupid cat."

Sighing, she waited till she heard the beeping start. Leaning against the opposite wall, Ladybug watched with unnatural satisfaction as Chat Noir yelled, screamed, and demanded she put him down. She couldn't do this to him, he'd cry over and over. To the Ladybug of yesterday, his cries would be answered, and she'd let him down. Apologize and turn around, waiting for him to recharge.

To the Ladybug of now, however, it was hilarious. Hearing him yelling and screeching. He was terrified of the consequences, apparently. Then came the final beep, and then came her devilish grin.

The look of terror on his face caused her to laugh. Before he detransformed, Marinette said one last thing. "Bye bye, little kitty. I hope you rot in hell," releasing him as his transformation fell, Ladybug grabbed Chats, no, Adrien's wrist-- she was too happy, and too satisfied to break down from the new hole in her heart-- and yanked the ring off his finger.

Ladybug didn't look back as she took off towards the akuma that had made it's way down a few blocks. No, not even to acknowledge the screaming pleas of Adrien Agreste.

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Hey there! So, I finished the Final Main Part of ODDWN! Hope you guys liked it, it was a bit rushed at the end, I wanted to get this written by Sunday. Now, by the time you've read this, its Monday (Today). I'll get to writing the aftermath chapter for this story tonight, and it'll be up sometime around this week or the next, depending on how long I want it to be, or what I want to happen. If you have any questions, requests, or prompt recommendations please feel free to send me an ask!!

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[lioxmp]

[self para #01]

Trigger warning: violence, gore

Featuring: Willis Oh (an old muse of this very mun) 

In the dead of night

… better hold on tight. 

The snow was dancing. 

On the land of dirt and sins, the snow was dancing, twirling in a winter melody sung by the breezes. Cold. Freezing. Deadly.  

Under the yellowish lights of the lonely lampposts, the snow was still white. So white it became blinding, even had the audacity to flash offensive diamond-like gleams at the eyes that refused to see nothing but red. 

A piercing scream tore the freshly healed silence of the abandoned warehouse. The motherfucker was once again wide awake. It was quite impressive to see, how much a human could take on the journey to his demise. 

Lio, standing still at his humble position in the middle of a man-made circle, looked down on the battered heap that used to be a legend in his prime time, and gave an almost merciful smile. 

 “You forgot to count.”

He told the man, matter-of-factly; the stained blade of a gorgeous dagger glinted its agreement on his hand. 

One. Two. Three. Four five six. Seven, eight. Nine. Drops of hot blood slid down the steel tip to hit the cement floor, the improvised rhythm they created was fun to his ears. It wasn’t that challenging to keep counting, you see. Yet, this ugly pig still owed him a ten. 

Then he saw it, the newest piece of flesh lying right next to that man’s knees. Oops. 

“Sorry, I forgot.” The apology sounded genuine, and that sheepish chuckle he gave could be the most sincere gesture he had shown the world in a while. But all of them - Lio, his men, the kneeling ugly pig, and the kneeling ugly pig’s unalive squad - knew better than believing the flash of mercy in the eyes that refused to see anything but red. 

Watching the now-muted man struggling to keep his eyes open on the cold hard floor, Lio suddenly wondered. Have I made him suffer enough yet? Is it ever enough? Would he approve that I kept my promise, making this motherfucker and his whole team of suckers pay the price, tenfold? 

Would you be happy to see this, Willis? Would you be proud of me?

For a moment, he allowed his revenge-dense brain to take a break, to let a certain face named Willis Oh take the front seat of his mindscape. To smile at the memories flushing back like an avalanche. 

Memories about the first time they met, the demigod doctor in his white blouse kept looking down on his newest patient, who was lying like a tattered rag doll on the stretcher on the way to the emergency room. Those who caused it knew exactly what they were doing; the bones were broken and the joints dislocated in such a way that even if the wounds healed, partial paralysis could guarantee a spot in the list of the sequelae. 

But Willis told him that it would be alright. Lio said if the doctor could really put his body back to its best condition, he would be Willis’ slave for life. As someone was also someone who knew exactly what he was doing, Willis kept his promise. And now Lio was standing here, fresh as new, with a gorgeous dagger in his hand, finally doing his part of the one-sided soul contract he signed with the doctor. 

“Lio,” the gatekeeper stepped in to stop his train of thoughts, “cops are coming.” 

The son of Sekhmet glanced down at his watch, then rolled his eyes in vexation. The police arrived five minutes earlier than they told him they would. Even when well-trained, cops would still be cops, always fucking up things when you least expected it. 

But after all, this counting game was getting boring. No matter how many pieces of flesh he cut off from this fat man, Lio still couldn’t get to hear the original version of the motherfucker’s counting, when he put horrendous holes on Willis’ impeccable face and body. It seemed like today was this ugly pig’s lucky day. 

With a swift movement, Lio drew a last neat red line across the man’s thick neck, then threw the dagger right next to the corpse and its parts scattering the floor. He wished he could make it a bit messier. Bloodier. But for now…

“Let’s go get some grilled pork.” 

There were grins and nods and even some excited ‘yes’ among the men following him out of the warehouse’s backdoor. Once they were outside, each of them walked in a different direction and disappeared into the night, while Lio got into a car waiting right across the deserted street, and let the driver take him right to the restaurant where his men would gather in about thirty minutes. 

It was a pretty lovely evening. Lio thought, his eyes lazily looking at the beautifully decorated stores passing through the car’s window until he slipped into a short, sweet dream.  

Merry Christmas, Willis.  

[atknz]

* miguel bernardeau , cismale + he/him | you know santiago atkins, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to i wanna get better by bleachers like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole   (   golden cross necklace squeezed between his fingers to suppress anger, a worn out book of mormon hidden beneath his nightstand, a tired smile    &    weary laugh echoed down the halls  )    thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JUNE 25TH    so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

                       tw for .    religion, religious trauma, repressed gay ness, suicide 

TLDR: dumb but kind jesus lover who doesn’t know being bisexual exists.  IF YOU WANT TO SIMPLY SKIP TO CONNECTIONS AND PERSONALITY, FEEL FREE TO DO SO!!

insp.  jason from bare: a pop opera, shelby from the wilds.

santiago was born to marina ruiz in 1996.  a low-income waitress from madrid, spain. his father is unknown. one day, when marina was at work, she served a group of young men who described themselves as members of the church of latter day saints (mormons), they were american men sent to madrid to carry out their mission of bringing as many people as possible to jesus christ. they were nice, tipped well, and invited her to church.   feeling down on herself, marina figured there was no harm in doing so and her life was completely changed when she became a full fledge member of the LDS church.  santiago, two at the time, had no choice but to follow in her footsteps.    

life for the two wasn’t bad afterward. marina met a man, Beck Atkins, who quickly became a father figure for santiago. the two fell in love, got married merely five months into their relationship, popped out about four more kids (in which she legally changed santiago’s last name to atkins so that it wouldn’t be obvious he was from a different relationship) and, when santiago turned seventeen, the family of seven set their sights on SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - beck’s hometown.

santiago was in utah for a year before starting his very own mission. he branded a name tag that said ELDER ATKINS, suited up and was shipped to north carolina with a companion, elder brett, as the two went door-to-door in an attempt to save the lives of residence in NC and bring them closer to jesus christ.  between all of the door slams, threats to get off the lawn, and being made fun of, the two always wore a smile and shared a laugh. as thick as thieves is how people would describe santiago and elder brett - which is known to happen when you’re with each other 24/7 and sharing bunk beds.

                            “ one thing led to another and soon i would discover:                               i was having really strange feelings for steve (elder brett) ”

hi if u guessed that bi-repressed santiago would soon fall head over heels for his companion, you’re abso-fucking-lutely right.  however it wasn’t unrequited, the kiss behind the church van four months into their mission taught him that, but santiago was a coward. as much as elder brett was prepared to stand before the church and declare his love - santiago was certain it was a phase, he’s liked girls before, he’s just confused. besides, the scripture, he thought, was very, very  clear.   so they hid it for another year and eight months.

SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING:        long story short: in a para i’ll get into some day, elder brett had had enough of the secrets, the lying to his family and lying to himself about who he was, at the end of their mission he told santiago he wanted to come out - with or without him - and santiago freaked. he knew it wouldn’t take long for the church to put two-and-two together, and had some extremely harsh words to say to his boyfriend about the decision. about how he was only bored, there were no girls on the trip, he didn’t actually love him, no one could actually love him.     but santiago didn’t know that elder brett was dealing with other demons and, essentially, that came as a last straw for the him. he just remembers a stream of tears pouring from his eyes on his way back to salt lake, the crush of a hug from his mother and father as they apologized for what happened to his friend.    ( in which his dad so lovingly added that elder brett may not make it to the celestial kingdom after ruining god’s plan by ending his life too soon.  )      END TRIGGER WARNING

he stayed at home for a few more years, until remembering a place in NC called irving that he and elder brett felt was quaint and cute, deciding to move there officially in late may. 

BRIEF PERSONALITY  AND  HEAD CANONS.

kind, almost to a fault. he truly is full of love, light, and care. he’s constantly wearing a smile on his face, loves to give hugs and advice and wants the best for everyone.  HE WILL GIVE YOU A HUG UNANNOUNCED

kind of an idiot who is shit at context clues, always finds it strange when people are mean. has never touched a drop of alcohol and doesn’t swear. catch him saying “frick” religiously

jesus christ is his best friend.

has a dark side with an insane amount of anger issues ever since he was a kid. it’s one of the reasons his mother thought the church worked so well because they taught him how to suppress that emotion and... smile instead of feeling it.     which obviously isn’t good, as he could have a tendency to black out and realize he’d completely smashed his tv to bits or punched a hole in the wall.

he’s not 100% sure of his sexuality. he knows he’s into guys so he basically decided that must mean he’s gay but is extremely confused because he also finds himself having crushes on women.  someone sit him down and tell him that bisexuality / pansexuality exists bc he’s HARMED

                                      CONNECTIONS 

he was on his mission in / around irving two years ago ,  2019 - knocking on every door and asking if he and his companion can share the story of jesus christ with them... so pls give me a connect of someone who either entertained the idea, slammed the door in his face or threatened him to get off their lawn.

bad influence. he never touched a drop of alcohol, doesn’t cuss, doesn’t even drink coffee. pls he’s so boring

bible study friends lmao

A FRIEND WHO HE CLUNG TO!! their personality doesn’t matter but it’d be hella cute if they were usually irritated by santiago and he had no idea. he’s like haha ur so funny when ur mean i love u <3

BASICALLY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING 

TBA IM SO TIRED

[venusandromedadjarin]

Bogota, Colombia

Ch. 2, Mi Cielo

18+, angst, brief sex, language, smoking, canon timeline, 1.7k words

The plane touches down in Bogota, Columbia at 7pm sharp, right on time, which means you had all of thirty minutes to find your way through security, baggage claim and down to the waiting area before Agent Murphy is due to pick you up. If your instinct is right, as soon as you hand over your credentials, Escobar would know you had landed in his country and there was nothing you could do about it. At security, you hand over your I.D. and passport, they give you some bullshit excuse about needing to check it in the back, and just like that, you know you’re on the radar. Sighing, you wait and check the time. Fifteen minutes and counting down. 

The kid finally returns, apologizing and handing your items back to you. You wave him off, “Sólo estás haciendo tu trabajo.” He gives you a small smile before motioning for you to pass. The baggage claim isn’t incredibly difficult to find, but you have to wait for the slow machine to spit out your bag . Another time check shows five minutes to spare. Rushing through the crowd, you descend the stairs and spot the whitest guy in the airport. Your heels click on the floor as you walk over to him, “Hola, gringo. Murphy, I’m guessing?”

He grimaces and takes your bag, normally you would contest the action but you’re too tired to argue. “Not you too, Lucio. Is it that bad?”

“Eh, could be worse,” you say as you make a show of looking him over. He’s tall and handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Definitely sticks out like a sore thumb in Columbia. He chuckles as the hot air greets you both outside. It’s early evening but the humidity immediately cloaks you both. “Headquarters?”

“No, the ambassador told me to just come get you. We can celebrate tonight and then work tomorrow I guess.” He stops in front of an inconspicuous black jeep before unlocking the back and lifting your suitcase into it before moving to get in the driver’s seat. Observant, you think as you silently thank whatever God there is that he didn’t open your door, too. 

“Celebrate?” You lift a brow as you climb into the jeep, your skirt riding up on your thighs. 

“We’ll let you get settled first then drinks are on Peña,” he looks extra concentrated as he weaves through the narrow streets.

“Glad to see you volunteer him for shit too.” You put a cigarette between your lips, rolling down the window, “¿Te importa?”

He waves you off as you light it, blowing the smoke outside. “You know Peña?”

“Javi and I go way back. We were DEA in Texas.” Nervous to change the subject, you motion to the outside as you pass a clinic, “Where are we going exactly?”

As if he also doesn’t want to talk about Javi, he ignores your comment, “The apartments. They’re pretty nice. Connie said she can help you decorate if you want.” He huffs out a laugh.

“Connie’s your wife right?”

He pulls up in front of a dingy building with a gate out front, “Yeah, she’s the greatest. You’ll like her I think.” You smile at him, the nerves bubbling up in your abdomen at the thought of seeing Javi. He goes to unlock the door as you grab your purse and luggage, following up the stairs behind you. “Here’s your key, it’s down the hall and to the left. Javi is here,” he points at a door to the right which definitely has sexual noises echoing from it. You both cringe. “Connie and I are upstairs.” He glances down at his watch in the crappy fluorescent light, “Say we hit the bar in an hour?”

“Sounds good,” you turn to walk down the hall as he climbs the stairs but pause and call out to him, “and, hey, you can call me your y/n.”

He sarcastically salutes. “Steve,” he laughs and then runs up the stairs. A minute later you hear a sweet voice and then the door closes. Rushing inside your own apartment, you go to the phone, dialing quickly. 

“Val,” she picks up after three rings, “I’m here, chica.” She rambles on and you answer in the spaces of her breaths: “No, I haven’t seen him yet.” “Yeah, tonight.” “Drinks I guess.” “No, no, you’re the only one with this number.” “Si, claro. Y tu, Val.” 

The click of her receiver echoes into the silence of the apartment as you look around for the first time. It’s not much, but it’s home for now and it could be worse. Being an agent sometimes had its perks. You spot the radio in the corner and immediately dial it to the liveliest station you can find, cranking the volume up. Stripping, you find the shower and wash the sweat of the flight off, your stomach doing flips as your mind races between the job and the life you’re embarking on. 

————————————-

The leather of the couch sticks to both of their bodies as Javi grips Helena to him with a strong arm, their moans echoing through his apartment as he pounds into her. Breathing heavy, he collapses on top of her, kissing her neck as she revels in the orgasm he just gave her. He knows it, too. “Mejoramos cada vez que practicamos, ¿eh?”

“Ay, eres increíble, Javier.” She’s still breathing heavy, her fingers tangling with his brown hair.

“Bueno… No te pases, eh.” Helena leaves the couch as Javi lights up a cigarette, taking a drag before standing to pull on his jeans. 

“Es la verdad. ¿Qué me ofreces para tomar?”

“Whisky o agua de la llave.” He leans back on the couch, hearing music from somewhere down the hall. His thoughts wander as Helena starts getting dressed, complaining about his apartment needing a woman. She refuses the money he tries to hand her, instead taking his cigarette and puffing out the smoke. He watches her intently, before she leans over him.

“Dame un beso,” when he doesn’t make a move, she repeats herself, gently cupping the side of his face and kissing him. As she leaves, she gives him a crumb of information that would help the investigation and he looks longingly after her when the door shuts. That damn music echoes down the hall and he grunts, deciding to take a shower before going to get drinks and having to see you. 

————————————-

You hear voices outside near the gate when you close your door behind you, double checking the lock before descending the concrete steps. His back is turned to you right now, but you recognize his brown curls and that damn leather jacket he wears everywhere. The signature stance of standing with his hand on your hip makes you blush, but before he even has the chance to turn around, you’re being enveloped in a hug while Steve calls out to his wife. You laugh against the blonde woman, nervous but hugging her back.

“You must be y/n, I’m so excited to meet you. When I found out Steve was going to have a female partner, it made the move down here easier since there’d be another girl. I’m a nurse, so I’m not as badass as you but hopefully we can still be friends.”

“You must be Connie,” you pull back from her and hold her at arm’s length, “and by the way, nurses are still badass. Don’t let these boys make you think any different.” She smiles at you and you wave to Steve as she goes to grab his hand, Javi finally turning around and letting his eyes hungrily slide over your body. “Where are we going?” You decide to play with him a little longer, not saying anything but also not missing the questioning glance Connie shoots at Steve who just shrugs. 

“A little hole in the wall down the street. We can walk.” Connie looks a little nervous, but tucks herself into Steve’s side as they lead the way, your heels clicking as you walk behind them, Javi taking up the rear. You can practically feel his eyes on your ass. Once the couple in front of you is deep in conversation, Connie whispering about safety and Steve assuring her you’re all armed, Javi grabs your wrist and pulls you to a stop.

“You want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?” He hisses, careful to keep his voice low. Finally, he puts his hand on the small of your back, telling you to keep walking so it doesn’t look suspicious. 

“First off, he knows we know each other, pendejo,” you shrug out from beneath his hand, embarrassed by the physical reaction you have to his touch. “I’m guessing the Ambassador told you I’m your other partner. I called to tell you myself but you acted like a dick, as usual.”

He angrily rubs a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, “Did you ask to come here?”

“No, Javi. I’m not a lovestruck little girl. I got assigned here and I accepted. It’s fucking Escobar, did you think I would refuse it because of” - you gesture wildly between the two of you - “whatever the fuck is going on between us?”

“There’s nothing going on,” he whispers.

“If that’s easier for you to believe then fine, say the words.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he stares at you underneath the neon light of the bar, Steve whistles and waves before ducking inside. Javi’s brown eyes search yours, pleading with you and you’re suddenly struck by how much you missed him. Job or no job, he’s standing right in front of you and neither of you can admit that simple fact. You shake your head, ready to go down shots inside and forget you even asked, the anger bubbling inside your chest, “Maldito, Javíer.”

Just as you turn to pull open the door, he yanks you back to him, his forehead meeting yours, and whispers, “Mujer hermosa, obstinada.” Taking your hand in his, he gives it a squeeze before pulling open the door and leading you inside. 

[lossknown]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   multiple  places  in  /  surrounding  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   closed,  self - para. 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄:   gracie’s  death.

          sude  fills  his  lungs  almost  as  easily  as  a  scream  rips  through  the  air  while  he’s  lounging  by  the  watering  hole.   this  wasn’t  a  rare  occasion  —  sneaking  out  past  curfew  with  his  friends  to  get  high  away  from  the  bustling  atmosphere  of  tera.   the  group  of  five  spent  a  countless  number  of  nights  out  with  each  other,  each  one  as  happy  as  the  next  to  be  able  to  escape,  if  only  for  a  few  hours.   their  nights  out  worked  like  clockwork  most  times.   lukas,  bazz,  and  kyra  would  get  high  by  the  water,  gracie  and  vince  would  wander  off  to  make  friends  with  the  creatures  of  the  night  (  most  were  harmless  little  things  ).   on  this  night,  though,  there  was  nothing  insinuating  harmlessness  in  the  way  the  shriek  pierced  his  ears.  there  was  a  brief  moment  of  exchanged  looks  between  the  trio,  but  then  lukas  was  running.   he  wasn’t  sure  where  his  legs  were  taking  him,  but  it  was  a  miracle  he  hadn’t  tripped  over  anything  on  his  way  to  the  source  of  the  sound.   a  branch  is  snapped  as  he  runs  through  it,  the  bush  revealing  a  panicked  vince  kneeling  over  gracie  —  shirt  stained  red,  puncture  in  her  side,  tears  streaming  down  her  face.     “   what  the  fuck  happened  ?   “     frozen,  shocked,  and  unable  to  process  the  situation,  lukas  felt  panic  build  beneath  his  chest.     “   vince,  what  the  fuck  happened  ?   “     the  repeated  question  is  accompanied  by  his  hand  yanking  the  other  male’s  body  back  to  force  him  to  snap  back  into  reality.   it  didn’t  work  because  he  didn’t  get  a  response.     “   gra—  gracie.   “     a  hushed  plea  of  a  response  fell  from  his  lips  as  he  knelt  beside  the  girl,  one  hand  instantly  moving  to  inspect  the  wounded  area.

          gracie,  unlike  most  things  in  his  life,  had  been  consistent.   she  was  there  when  he  stepped  foot  into  tera,  she  was  there  every  morning  from  then  on.   the  two  were  practically  attached  at  the  hip.  if  someone  didn’t  know  better,  they  could  come  off  as  two  kids  in  puppy  love,  but  nothing  romantic  ever  happened  between  them.   on  any  given  day,  you’d  find  gracie  hanging  off  of  lukas’  back,  barking  orders  in  his  ear  and  he  obeyed  every  single  one.   out  of  the  five  of  them,  those  two  were  the  closest.   in  fact,  there  was  rarely  a  night  that  went  by  when  one  wasn’t  staying  at  the  other’s  place.   it  was  mostly  due  to  how  late  they  stayed  out.  they  were  just  too  tired  to  split  up.  their  friendship  was  different  than  all  his  other  ones.

          “   we  gotta  get  her  to  the  infirmary.   “     it  wasn’t  a  suggestion  so  much  as  it  was  a  demand.  careful  not  to  disturb  the  injured  area  too  much,  lukas  stepped  over  gracie  to  make  an  attempt  at  picking  her  up.  the  groans  and  whines  of  pain  made  him  hesitate,  but  they  couldn’t  leave  her  there.     “   no...  no  infirmary.   “     the  next  demand  came  from  the  blonde  in  his  arms,  a  single  hand  just  barely  reaching  up  to  pull  at  lukas’  shirt.   one  look  in  those  hazel  hues  and  lukas  couldn’t  pull  himself  to  disagree  with  her,  but  he  knew  she  wouldn’t  live  without  some  kind  of  medicine.  defeat  riddled  already  tired  features,  a  nod  soon  following  her  words.  he  wasn’t  about  to  start  an  argument.     “   bazz,  take  her  to  my  place.  i’m  gonna  go  get  stuff.   “     the  handoff  was  messy  and  probably  uncomfortable  for  gracie.  it  physically  pained  lukas  to  see  her  in  such  a  helpless  state.     “   they’re  gonna  see  us  if  we  go  ba—   “     bazz  started,  but  the  look  on  lukas’   face  was  enough  for  him  to  dismiss  his  last  hesitations.  he’d  do  what  he  had  to.     “   i’ll  be  back,  okay  ?  do  not  let  her  die.  i  swear  to  god...  i’m  gonna  take  twenty  minutes,  max.   “     there  was  one  last  look  at  gracie,  one  last  glance  at  the  wound,  and  then  lukas  was  off.

          in  all  honesty,  he  wasn’t  sure  how  he  ended  up  back  within  the  walls  of  tera.  sneaking  out  had  happened  so  many  times  that  he  had  a  route  memorized  like  the  back  of  his  hand.  it’s  not  even  that  they  were  really  out  when  the  gates  were  closed.  they  did  cut  it  pretty  close,  though,  and  the  sentinels  knew  that.  before  he  knew  it,  lukas  was  approaching  the  infirmary  —  one  of  the  many  places  he  generally  wasn’t  allowed  to  be  simply  because  he  was  a  nuisance.  still,  that  didn’t  stop  him  from  swiping  an  access  card  from  one  of  the  doctors  leaving  as  he  was  going  in.  it  gave  him  easy  access  to  places  he  needed  to  be  in  order  to  get  some  supplies.  careful  to  avoid  the  sight  of  guards,  lukas  remained  calm  as  he  maneuvered  through  the  halls.  and  when  he  found  the  room  he  was  looking  for,  one  final  glance  down  the  nearly  empty  hall  gave  him  a  clear  coast  to  slip  inside.

          it  wasn’t  until  his  hands  were  grazing  the  shelves  that  he  noticed  the  blood  on  his  fingers,  the  trembling  of  usually  still  limbs.  it  made  him  hesitate,  if  only  momentarily,  before  grabbing  a  few  different  vials,  along  with  other  meds  that  he  knew  might  have  a  chance  at  working.  in  all  honesty,  he  wasn’t  sure  what  attacked  gracie,  how  her  side  got  punctured  the  way  it  did.  he  had  no  idea  what    he  was  dealing  with.  and  once  he’d  finished  tucking  the  items  in  his  pocket,  he  left  the  room.  while  looking  over  his  shoulder,  he  nearly  ran  into  a  body  that  was  waiting  right  in  front  of  him  near  the  end  of  the  hall.  looking  down  at  the  other  male,  lukas  just  removed  his  hands  from  his  pockets  and  tried  to  brush  by  him  with  a  nearly  inaudible  apology.  that’s  when  he  felt  the  other’s  hand  press  against  his  chest  to  stop  him  from  continuing,  eyes  glancing  down  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  name  ‘  preston  ‘  plastered  on  the  uniform.     “   you’re  not  supposed  to  be  back  here.   “   oliver  observed,  but  it  was  something  they  both  already  knew.  and  lukas  really  didn’t  have  time  to  be  dealing  with  a  sentinel  right  now.     “   i  was  looking  for  my  mom,  but  she’s  not  here.   “     a  lie  that  was  almost  too  easy  to  tell  slipped  through  the  younger  male’s  lips  as  he  kept  his  demeanor  calm.  his  gaze  met  oliver’s  briefly,  but  they  both  knew  lukas  was  full  of  it.   a  pause  that  felt  like  forever  was  taken,  but  then  the  silence  was  broken  by  oliver  once  more.     “   empty  your  pockets.   “

          man,  if  looks  could  kill,  lukas  might  as  well  have  been  medusa  in  that  moment.     “   i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.   “     lukas  responded,  not  an  ounce  of  his  tone  faltering  as  he  took  a  step  back  to  show  he  wasn’t  in  a  rush.  but  he  was  —    gracie  was  dying  for  all  he  knew.  and  oliver  wasn’t  buying  his  story.  then  the  sentinel  was  one  step  closer,  speaking  at  a  much  lower  volume  than  before.     “   now.   “     and  lukas  wasn’t  really  in  much  of  a  place  to  be  fighting  back.  a  cold  glare  is  what  he  got  in  return,  jaw  tightening  as  lukas  refused  to  move.  the  only  thing  that  made  him  give  in  was  the  fact  that  attention  was  being  drawn  to  them.  he  could  see  a  nurse’s  head  turn  in  his  peripheral,  to  which  his  chin  dipped  slightly,  but  he  didn’t  let  up.     “   please,  just...   “     lukas  started,  but  it  appeared  oliver  wasn’t  having  any  of  it.     “   just  what  ?   “     his  head  was  pounding,  different  scenarios  reeling  in  his  mind  as  the  male  tried  to  figure  out  his  options.  after  a  quick  glance  at  the  clock,  he  decided  he  needed  to  go.  and  that’s  what  he  did.

          lukas  took  a  few  steps  back  before  turning  around  and  running  towards  the  other  end  of  the  hall.  the  hands  that  trembled  before  were  the  same  ones  that  crashed  through  the  door  before  the  rest  of  his  body,  feet  carrying  him  down  the  stairs  and  out  another  door  on  the  lower  level  before  he  was  looking  for  the  fastest  exit.   he  seemed  to  be  in  the  clear  until  he  collided  with  a  nurse  who  wasn’t  paying  attention.   neither  of  them  fell,  but  it  was  enough  to  make  him  mutter  a  string  of  apologies.   the  look  on  her  face  was  enough  for  him  to  realize  that  she  knew  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  there.   he’d  lost  track  of  time,  so  much  so  that  he  only  stopped  rambling  when  someone  else  grabbed  his  arm,  but  before  he  knew  it,  he  was  being  shoved  into  one  of  the  empty  rooms  with  the  door  slamming  shut  behind  them.     “   hey,  man.   what  the  fuck  ?   ”     lukas  nearly  spat,  venom  threatening  to  surface  as  he  finally  put  together  just  who  was  standing  in  front  of  him :  oliver  fucking  preston.   jaw  tightened,  one  step  taken  back  as  he  tried  to  think  of  a  way  to  get  himself  out  of  this  one.   his  options  were  limited.   preston  went  on  a  spew  about  how  much  trouble  lukas  could  be  in,  about  how  he  was  disturbing  the  peace  of  the  entire  infirmary,  about  how  his  recklessness  was  going  to  get  people  upset.     “   i’m  not  asking  again.   empty  your  pockets.   ”     the  male  stated  calmly,  palm  extended  towards  lukas  as  the  youngest  wayne  just  let  his  gaze  lock  onto  oliver’s.   if  he  gave  anything  up,  gracie  would  die.

          “   if  you  don’t  let  me  leave,  grace  duval  is  gonna  die,  okay  ?   it’s  your  job  to  protect  people,  isn’t  it  ?   if  you  let  me  go,  i  can  save  her.   ”     he’d  lied  enough  times  for  the  sentinels  to  take  everything  he  said  with  a  grain  of  salt.   it  looked  like  oliver  was  the  same,  because  his  demeanor  hadn’t  shifted,  he  hadn’t  moved  –––  just  waited.     “   oliver,  please.   i’m  not  feeding  you  bullshit.   she’s  dying.   ”     for  all  he  knew  she  could  be  dead  by  then.   he  was  already  five  minutes  late,  already  past  the  time  he’d  promised  he’d  get  back  in.     “   then  why  didn’t  you  bring  her  here  ?   ”     the  question  made  him  sick.   it  was  one  he  knew  he  couldn’t  answer  without  getting  himself  and  his  friends  in  trouble.   his  moment  of  hesitation  was  enough  of  an  answer  for  oliver,  because  lukas  found  himself  being  slammed  back  against  the  cabinet  behind  him.   a  grunt  fell  from  his  lips  has  oliver’s  hand  retrieved  the  medical  supplies  from  both  of  his  pockets.   the  sentinel  took  a  moment  to  inspect  what  he’d  taken,  a  quick  analysis  of  what  could  have  possibly  been  going  on.     “   don’t  let  me  catch  you  in  here  again.   ”     the  words  fell  from  the  other’s  mouth  with  ease  as  he  began  departing,  leaving  lukas  just  as  empty - handed  as  he  was  when  he’d  first  arrived.

          he  had  no  other  choice :  he  had  to  go  back.   so  he  left  the  infirmary,  anger  boiling  his  blood  as  he  broke  into  a  sprint  to  get  back  to  his  place.   it  didn’t  take  more  than  a  few  more  minutes  for  him  to  arrive,  hands  shoving  the  front  door  open  to  find  gracie  on  the  couch  with  their  friends  surrounding  her.   she  wasn’t  awake,  but  she  was  breathing.   the  sight  made  him  freeze  and  he  stayed  that  way  until  vince  nearly  dragged  him  to  the  kitchen,  questioning  him  about  if  he  got  what  they  needed,  about  what  took  him  so  long.   lukas  didn’t  answer,  just  kept  his  gaze  on  the  ground  for  a  moment  before  he  finally  looked  up  at  the  other  male.     “   preston  took  all  the  fuckin’  meds  i  had.   i  got  nothing.   ”     before  he  could  face  any  backlash,  lukas  pushed  past  vince  and  made  his  way  back  to  gracie’s  side,  taking  a  seat  on  the  ground  beside  the  couch  as  kyra  joined  him.   with  how  calm  lukas  was  and  how  he  hadn’t  whipped  out  whatever  medical  supplies  they  expected  him  to  return  with,  everybody  knew  he  came  back  with  nothing.   thank  god  nobody  else  blew  up  at  him  for  it.   he  took  a  moment  to  observe  the  blonde’s  exterior  for  a  moment :  discomfort  permanent  on  usually  light  features,  shaky  breathing  here  and  there,  a  decent  bandage  plastered  over  the  wound,  and  blood  staining  both  her  clothes  and  his  furniture.   one  hand  lifted  slowly,  wrapping  around  gracie’s  carefully.   her  body’s  reaction  was  to  flinch,  but  it  made  her  eyes  open  slowly.     “   hey,  luke.   ”     the  nickname  just  barely  made  it  beyond  her  lips  before  she  was  coughing,  something  violent  that  made  his  body  tense.   still,  he  forced  a  smile  and  let  his  thumb  graze  the  back  of  her  hand  to  show  that  he  was  still  there.   from  how  devastated  everyone  looked,  from  the  lack  of  movement  in  the  room,  even  gracie  could  tell  lukas  didn’t  get  what  he  said  he  would.   of  course,  she  knew  him  well  enough  to  know  that  he  tried.     “   i’m  sorry.   ”     the  male  murmured,  an  uncomfortable  heaviness  pressing  down  on  his  chest  as  he  tried  not  to  break.   he  was  the  strong  one  in  their  group  if  gracie  couldn’t  be.     “   i’m  so  sorry.   ”     lukas  repeated,  head  dipping  to  shield  her  from  the  view  of  tears  brimming.   he  rarely  cried  and  certainly  wouldn’t  let  other  people  see  him  cry.   still,  kyra  pressed  her  head  against  his  shoulder  in  an  attempt  at  comfort  and  gracie  had  failed  to  show  even  an  ounce  of  disappointment.   instead,  she  just  squeezed  his  hand  gently  and  offered  a  smile,  something  weak  but  not  quite  forced.

          another  moment  passed  before  he  finally  looked  back  up  at  gracie.   the  only  thing  that  made  him  do  so  was  the  release  of  pressure  from  her  grip,  panic  churning  somewhere  deep  in  his  ribs.     “   gracie  ?   ”   her  eyes  were  closed,  the  wincing  stopped,  and  her  chest  seemed  to  remain  still  with  each  second  he  watched  it.   his  hand  squeezed  hers  now,  but  it  felt  different  ––  felt  more  limp  than  before.     “   hey.   ”     lukas  murmured,  eyebrows  furrowing  as  he  sat  up  more  and  reached  out  to  shake  her  shoulder  only  gently.   no  response.   the  head  on  his  shoulder  was  now  buried  in  vince’s  shoulder,  kyra’s  sobbing  only  causing  a  chain  reaction  within  the  group  as  the  realization  of  what  was  happening  hit  hard.   lukas,  himself,  even  found  himself  nearly  choking  back  a  sob.     “   gracie.   fuck,  grace.   hey,  c’mon.   ”     his  efforts  at  waking  her  up  were  useless.   it  wasn’t  until  there  was  another  hand  on  his  shoulder  that  lukas  fell  apart.   his  head  dropped,  forehead  pressed  against  gracie’s  shoulder  as  he  cried.   uncontrollable,  staggered,  and  silenced  sobs  echoed  within  the  walls  of  the  room.   the  amount  of  times  apologies  fell  from  his  mouth  couldn’t  be  counted  on  just  two  hands  as  the  three  others  moved  to  wrap  themselves  in  one  big  hug.   they  didn’t  pull  him  away  from  gracie,  didn’t  say  anything  as  they  just  comforted  each  other.   grief  could  sneak  up  on  people,  but  not  them.   it  hit  harder  than  anything  lukas  had  ever  experienced  before,  making  him  feel  completely  useless  and  weak  as  he  cried.   and  they  stayed  like  that  for  hours,  crying  over  gracie’s  lifeless  body  on  his  couch,  crying  over  the  loss  of  such  an  important  person  in  all  of  their  lives.   and  lukas  thought  he’d  never  feel  fully  happy  again,  never  feel  complete  without  his  best  friend.   and  he  was  right.

[witherins]

・  。  ◟   ⟨  🥀  ⟩   *    ──  SELF  PARA  ,  𝒑𝒊𝒑   𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒏                                              five  days  after  the  party  .

                     ‘  king and queen of gritty face and pretty things  ’

                                                      *    ──            fingers  tremble  ,  struggling  to  hold  the  soft  toilet  paper  to  her  eyes  .  sat  at  the  edge  of  a  toilet  in  a  locked  stall  in  an  empty  bathroom  ,  pip  cries  .  quietly  ,  almost  silently  ,  most  sounds  unheard  except  her  sniffling  ,  her  squeaking  whimpers  ,  her  exhausted  breaths  .  she  sobs  ,  tears  spreading  down  her  cheeks  as  they’re  unstopped  by  an  already  damp  piece  of  paper  .  she  doesn’t  know  what  hurts  more  ,  her  constricting  chest  ,  or  her  throat  .  eyes  are  shut  ,  unwilling  to  open  as  tears  shed  themselves  on  her  skin  ,  wiping  away  at  the  concealer  she  spent  so  much  money  on  over  the  weekend  .  she  hears  the  door  open  &  she  quiets  ,  sniffling  once  as  she  stills  her  movements  .  a  pair  of  girls  walk  in  ,  laughing  &  giggling  with  their  day  unaware  of  how  close  pip  is  to  giving  up  .  she  listens  to  them  talk  about  their  crushes  ,  about  their  weekend  plans  at  the  weekend  house  &  pip  opens  her  eyes  ,  her  lower  lip  trembling  as  she  loudly  rips  another  few  pieces  of  toilet  paper  .  she  pats  underneath  her  eyes  ,  catching  her  salty  tears  as  they  fall  ,  quietly  dabbling  at  the  wetness  as  the  girls  quickly  exit  after  making  a  snide  comment  about  someone  shitting  in  the  stalls  .  as  soon  as  the  door  shuts  behind  them  ,  a  quiet  cry  leaves  her  lips  –  sad  ,  broken  ,  pathetic  .

pip  ,  she’ll  be  injured  for  a  while  ,  licking  her  wounds  as  she  retreats  into  familiar  territory  (  aka  ,  an  infinite  möbius  strip  that  she  &  all  of  the  kwons  seem  to  find  themselves  in  )  .  she  wants  to  quit  ,  there’s  an  inordinate  amount  of  heavy  grief  weighing  on  her  shoulders  -  because  she’s  never  belonged  here  .  she  applied  to  shut  her  mom  up  ,  went  to  the  interview  because  she  wanted  to  lift  a  watch  or  two  –  she  only  attends  because  there’s  still  a  small  part  of  her  that  thinks  maybe  she  can  get  ahead  here  .  there’s  still  a  small  part  of  her  that  wakes  up  while  she  sleeps  &  gives  her  hope  that  as  long  as  she  gets  a  degree  here  ,  she  never  has  to  struggle  again  –  nobody  in  her  family  needs  to  go  to  bed  hungry  or  figure  out  if  they  need  heat  more  or  groceries  more  .  how  stupid  can  she  be  ?  she’s  a  kwon  ,  doomed  to  be  cursed  ,  fated  to  end  up  worse  than  where  she  started  .  but  ,  no  amount  of  hope  can  light  the  road  anymore  .  the  storm  that  is  cape  coral  has  stolen  all  of  the  light  ,  blown  out  all  the  lanterns  that  used  to  line  the  road  she  had  been  trying  so  hard  to  pave  for  herself  .  her  fingers  have  already  shakily  dialed  home  ,  cried  to  her  dad  in  korean  while  he  told  her  to  just  focus  on  school  –  she  was  there  for  education  ,  not  a  social  life  .  she's  called  faith  ,  who  tells  her  to  pack  up  her  stuff  for  the  weekend  –  she’ll  send  an  uber  as  soon  as  pip  is  ready  .

oh  ,  she  hates  it  .  the  tidal  waves  that  keep  crashing  down  on  her  every  time  she  thinks  she  has  a  grasp  on  her  tears  .  it’s  like  she’s  broken  a  faucet  ,  allowing  it  to  drip  &  drip  &  drip  –  &  pip  can’t  figure  out  a  way  to  fix  it  .  she  shakes  –  a  raw  ,  gritty  form  of  sadness  over  taking  her  as  she  leans  forward  again  ,  elbows  on  her  knees  as  she  releases  her  tears  into  her  hands  .  she  hates  this  school  , with  all of  her  heart  &  all  of  her  being  ,  philippa  kwon  ,  who  doesn’t  hate  much  &  has  never  hated  anybody  in  her  entire  life  ,  hates  this  school  .  everything  about  this  place  makes  her  feel  inferior  –  like  she’s  nothing  ,  the  very  thing  she’s  been  trying  to  escape  all  this  time  .  the  words  ring  in  her  ear  ,  making  extra  care  to  strike  her  with  their  electric  fingers  before  running  away  with  a  taunting  laugh  .  how  infuriating  it  is  ,  for  people  like  this  –  who  don’t  know  anything  about  her  ;  about  how  much  she’s  had  to  endure  just  to  be  alive  –  to  rip  open  wounds  pip  has  spent  a  lifetime  trying  to  repair  .  take  away  the  makeup  ,  the  money  ,  the  marvel  –  the  rich  aren’t  even  human  .  devil  spawn  ,  the  furies  sent  by  hades  ,  angels  meant  for  so  much  more  than  falling  to  the  fires  .  demons  in  tired  forms  ,  they  walk  the  earth  like  it’s  their  mission  to  wreak  as  much  havoc  .  they  remind  her  that  she’s  nothing  ,  that  at  the  end  of  the  day  –  they’ll  be  successful  because  of  the  luck  they  were  born  into  &  most  likely  ,  she’ll  fall  into  the  same  hole  she’s  seen  six  other  people  fall  into  .  it  doesn’t  matter  how  much  previous  knowledge  she  has  of  the  forest  ,  she’ll  eventually  step  into  the  metal  jaws  of  a  bear  trap  .  she’s  already  watched  her  siblings  have  to  be  cut  out  ,  unable  to  recover  &  pip  knows  :  it’s  coming  ,  she’ll  have  to  cut  herself  out  of  a  trap  some  day  .

through  her  tears  ,  she  can  see  through  her  fingers  to  the  marble  floors  .  even  the  restrooms  are  worth  more  than  everything  she  has  &  the  thought  makes  her  laugh  .  her  throat  feels  abraded  as  her  laugh  comes  out  ,  scratchier  ,  dryer  than  her  usual  lilting  ,  contagious  giggle  .  letting  the  tears  run  down  their  paths  ,  she  reaches  for  her  bag  &  pulls  out  the  phone  she  lifted  from  a  passing  student  ,  dialing  the  number  she  knows  by  heart  .  the  fancy  phone  she  can’t  afford  is  heavy  in  her  hands  as  she  holds  it  up  to  her  ear  ,  reminding  her  once  again  of  her  worthlessness  .  she’s  lost  so  many  times  in  her  life  she  doesn’t  know  why  loss  still  surprises  her  .  a  childhood  lost  ,  a  normal  life  lost  ,  a  happy  life  in  the  middle  lost  &  yet  ,  when  faced  with  it  ,  pip  still  reduces  to  a  trembling  girl  hiding  behind  her  siblings  legs  while  they  face  the  monsters  they’ll  never  be  able  to  protect  her  from  .  they  all  tried  ,  through  their  own  methods  to  shield  her  from  the  horrors  of  life  ,  but  they  all  knew  that  she’d  fall  victim  to  the  same  monsters  they  faced  .  as  the  phone  rings  ,  her  puffy  eyes  fall  shut  with  the  smallest  of  blinks  ,  waiting  for  the  voicemail  greeting  she  knows  is  coming  ;  but  ,  for  someone  who  always  knows  what’s  coming  ,  she’s  never  prepared  enough  .

‘  hello  ?  ’

she  hasn’t  picked  up  in  three  years  &  as  pip  pulls  the  phone  away  ,  she’s  hit  with  the  reminder  that  she’s  not  calling  from  her  number  –  or  any  of  her  family’s  numbers  .  her  eyes  well  up  dangerously  fast  ,  the  lump  in  her  throat  growing  when  mercy  asks  who  it  is  .  pip  coughs  ,  a  shaky  ,  pathetic  squeak  leaving  her  lips  .  her  heart  was  never  whole  to  begin  with  ,  but  from  the  way  it’s  squeezing  , from  how  much  her  entire  chest  hurts  ,  it  feels  like  mercy  restored  it  just  to  reach  in  &  rip  it  apart  again  .  ‘  mercy  .  ’  it’s  a  half  whisper  that  falls  ,  she’s  not  even  aware  if  mercy  can  hear  her  name  .  ‘  i’m  sorry  ,  i  didn’t  know  you’d  pick  up  .  ’  she’s  shaking  again  ,  terrified  that  she’ll  hang  up  or  she’ll  have  forgotten  who  pip  is  .  her  eyes  squeeze  ,  listening  to  the  other  line  go  silent  .

‘  pip  ,  are  you  okay  ?  ’

‘  i’m  at  school  –  cape  coral  .  ’  she  answers  ,  voice  straining  against  itself  as  she  attempts  to  peel  her  eyes  open  .  but  they  remain  shut  ,  because  the  minute  she  opens  them  ,  she’s  afraid  she’ll  realize  she’s  dreaming  .  ‘  i  just  –  i  ,  th  –  ,  ’  there’s  a  million  things  she  wants  to  say  ,  a  billion  questions  she  wants  to  ask  :  ‘  how  are  you  ?  have  you  been  okay  ?  vickie’s  a  mom  ,  mason’s  a  dad  .  do  you  know  ?  do  you  care  ?  why’d  you  leave  ?  why’d  you  leave  me  ?  ’  .  all  that  comes  out  is  a  string  of  stutters  &  pip  lowers  her  head  ,  a  silent  ,  chest  -  wracking  sob  moving  her  body  .  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  say  except  ,  ‘  i  miss  you  so  much  .  ’  the  words  barely  come  out  &  pip  feels  like  a  fool  .  &  then  ,  she  hears  it  .  people  in  the  background  ,  some  kids  asking  their  dad  for  waffles  ,  the  dad  calling  mercy  ‘  babe  ,  ’  &  asking  who  it  is  .

‘  it’s  nobody  ,  telemarketer  .  ’

&  that’s  all  that  she  needs  to  hear  .  pip  straightens  her  back  ,  a  sharp  breath  of  air  pushing  past  her  lips  at  her  words  .  three  years  ,  reduced  to  a  telemarketer  .  wherever  she  is  ,  mercy’s  moved  on  so  far  that  pip  is  nothing  but  a  telemarketer  –  she’s  nobody  .  mercy  apologizes  ,  but  pip  doesn’t  even  acknowledge  it  .  she’s  on  her  feet  ,  nervous  energy  stemming  from  her  core  as  she  starts  pacing  in  the  stall  ,  licking  her  shaking  lips  ,  brows  furrowing  tightly  as  her  vision  gets  blurry  with  angry  tears  .  it’s  explosive  ,  the  silence  lingering  on  the  line   ,  except  for  the  sounds  of  life  in  the  background  &  pip’s  shaky  cries  .  she  can’t  even  explain  it  ,  how  painfully  numb  her  chest  feels  –  as  if  it’s  about  to  implode  in  on  itself  .  she’s  breathless  ,  the  air  sucked  out  of  her  lungs  at  how  much  this  stings  her  –  nothing  could’ve  prepared  her  for  the  earthquake  following  the  storm  .  

‘  pip  ,  please  don’t  call  me  again  .  ’

pip  hangs  up  .  takes  the  phone  ,  wipes  it  clean  of  fingerprints  &  tears  before  dropping  it  into  the  toilet  behind  her  .  she  stays  in  the  stall  ,  fingers  lingering  over  tucked  lips  while  she  stands  in  shock  .  it’ll  roll  off  ,  everything  does  .  it’s  her  one  redeeming  quality  ,  that  pip  kwon  can  shrug  everything  off  &  move  on  .  stay  on  the  move  so  nothing  can  catch  up  to  her  ,  keep  running  so  she  can’t  be  still  enough  to  feel  it  ,  continue  to  push  herself  to  get  off  the  track  so  she  doesn’t  end  up  in  the  same  boat  .  how  much  longer  can  she  ?  exhaustion  is  a  byproduct  of  her  life  ,  but  pip  feels  like  she’s  sprinted  through  a  marathon  with  no  breaks  .  she’ll  surrender  ,  white  flag  raised  as  she  picks  up  her  backpack  &  exits  the  stall  .  inevitable  ,  unstoppable  –  no  amount  of  hiding  will  rid  her  of  fate’s  plans  ;  it’s  been  decided  ,  everything  has  already  been  chosen  for  her  .  back  on  track  for  the  path  set  out  for  her  –  there’s  no  winning  for  pip  .  

the  mirror  greets  her  ,  pip  pulling  a  paper  towel  to  dry  the  moisture  on  her  skin  .  if  she  knows  what’s  coming  ,  what’s  the  point  of  fighting  ?  now  ,  later  ,  she’ll  be  sucked  into  the  loop  –  it’s  better  if  she  has  control  this  time  .  if  her  life  is  doomed  to  fail  ,  pip  would  rather  choose  how  .

[oh-phineas]

Phineas’s Apology Letter

For context:

The Great Washroom Rave of 2021 [Discord event]

Love Potion No. 9 [Featuring Hera]

Facing the Music [Self para]

Date: 21 January 2021

Part of Phineas’s punishment is that he had to write an apology letter to the administration (and his fellow students). It was submitted to Headmaster Prickly privately but he also decided to post it on Twitter, so your character may have seen it there.

Dear Headmaster Prickly, Swynlake Secondary faculty, staff, students, and essentially everyone,

I deeply apologize for my untruthful and irresponsible behavior two weeks ago. I have taken this time to think about my actions and I have come to the conclusion that it was extremely wrong for me to let everyone else take the fall for something that was my idea while I barely got in any trouble. I realized that there are other consequences to stuff besides just school consequences, and that failing your friends hurts way more.

Not that I don’t respect school rules! I think it’s important to have rules and I have definitely learned my lesson in that department. Honestly I thought that the bathroom rave idea was the kind of fun rule-breaking that didn’t actually get anyone hurt, but when things started to get out of hand and I didn’t do anything to stop it and kind of encouraged it and then just bailed on everyone, I think that’s when I crossed a line. I’m sorry for that. I realize now you can’t stick around for the fun parts of things and then bail when shit stuff gets real I’m also sorry that many people were physically endangered by the situation I created. That was not okay.

To Headmaster Prickly, I’m sorry if this apology letter isn’t what you asked for I really tried to like speak from the heart. To Ferb, I’m sorry I put you in the position I did even if you wanted to help. To Tad, I’m sorry you almost got hurt. To Louie, I’m sorry I acted like an idiot at detention and to Tony Nemo and Mei, I’m sorry you got caught up in this. And to Pip, I miss you a lot bro. If you just give me a chance I promise I’ll make this right.

In one of my favorite movies of all time, The Social Network, Mark betrays his friend Eduardo by cutting him out of the masthead of their company and basically taking his money and running. What started as a fun project between friends turned into a ruthless money grab because Mark didn’t understand the importance of loyalty. The movie revolves around a trial in which Eduardo sues Mark, and getting sued is bad, but the movie is really about the tragic demise of this beautiful friendship. All because Mark was extremely selfish and callous to someone who cared about him. 

I don’t want that to be me. I want to be a good friend, not a selfish a-hole jerk, and so I deeply apologize to everyone I have hurt and I hope you will forgive me. I know that an apology doesn’t fix everything and I will try to show through my actions as well how important this is to me. This is just the beginning and all I ask is for the chance to prove that.

Sincerely,

Phineas Clyde Flynn

Swynlake Secondary Upper Sixth Form Student

SSIC Co-President

pflynn@student.swynlakess.co.uk

[wickedbellax]

{down the rabbit hole we go; self-para}

Bellatrix is prepared to give her life over to spreading the message of The Dark Lord, taking her position as his Senior Advisor very seriously, but the darkness that grew in her had to start somewhere...

The elder girl sighed for the umpteenth time as she watched the house elves with a bored gaze busy themselves putting the finishing touches on her mother’s decorations. Of course, she was not surprised when Druella announced the event just over a week ago, it was an annual party at this point, but obviously her objections did not matter in this. At least her father had promised to introduce her to some of his Ministry coworkers who would be in attendance and she would not have to play babysitter to her sisters or cousins. No doubt Narcissa would be stuck to their mother’s side trying to make arrangements for a marriage, so Andromeda could entertain Sirius and Regulus by herself. Bellatrix gave the room one final look before she turned over her shoulder and made her way to her room to welcome the silence until it was time to make her appearance.

A smile wide and polite graced Bellatrix’s face as she greeted her father’s boss, despite her mother’s worrying stares, she knew better than to make a scene tonight. Not just for her mother, but for her father as well. This was one of the few moments in the year that his associates received a look into his personal life. 

“Bella?” 

It was Cygnus’ voice and pointed look her direction that brought her back to reality, giving a sheepish grin and a lame excuse of taking a gander at her mother’s fabulous designer skills that make the night so magical. Thankfully, the Ministry official accepted it, her father not so much, but she was saved by his colleague’s request for a glass of Cygnus’s Blishen’s Firewhisky. “Of course, I’ll fetch it for you,” Came the eldest Black’s smooth reply, an easy escape from the socializing and the dull conversations.

Bellatrix skillfully avoided being drawn into a new conversation as she made her way through the crowded room and towards the long hallway with her father’s study at the end. She had grown up spending many hours sitting alongside her father as he worked, reading books, and researching their family. As of late, their time together had changed to discussing world affairs and the inclusion of Muggles in their world. Having been so lost in her thoughts, Bellatrix didn’t realize she had passed through the doors to the study and quickly made her way over to her father’s liquor cabinet in the corner and grabbed the bottle she was supposed to be fetching.

With the specific bottle in hand, the young Slytherin slowly made her way towards the party again. She knew it would be expected of her to one day throw her own parties when she finally married but she was not looking forward to it. There were better things she could be doing with her time than dressing up and playing hostess. It was only when she felt herself bump into a partygoer that she came to her senses, it seems when tonight she had retreated to her thoughts far too often and no doubt if it continued, she might not be able to lie her way out of it. “Wat--” Her words began but upon noticing the man she had run into was older she held her tongue, not wanting to give anyone a reason to complain about her manners to Druella. “I apologize, I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”

A piercing gaze settled on her as the stranger gained his own composure as well. “It’s quite alright. You must be Bellatrix, correct?” 

The brunette only nodded her head with a quirked eyebrow, obviously both of her parents were of a good standing and this was their Manor, but she did not expect anyone to know her personally. “Do I know you?” 

The stranger shook his head, an amused smirk on his lips as he raised his glass for a drink, “No. Let’s just say I’m a friend of your father’s.” 

The girl nodded her head again, not quite sure how to respond but with respect. She knew how hard her father worked and had seen firsthand the climb he made to get where he was, and she was not going to risk any of it simply because she spoke out of turn.

What started as what she thought was an accidental run in, seemed to have more to it the longer she talked to the stranger. He was genuinely interested in her life and her schooling and her views on the wizarding world. Having been told to keep her opinions civil and carefully crafted tonight when in conversation, Bellatrix could not help but throw caution to the wind and relayed to him her true thoughts and opinions. There was something different here, he was not like the other officials she had to hold her tongue around. This conversation felt deeper and more meaningful, there was a presence around this man that compelled her to stay and engage with him. She could explain to her father later what kept her so long but, in this moment, she wanted to know more, she felt like she needed more from this man.

But he made his exit as quickly as he came, assuring Bellatrix that he would be in contact with her shortly. Promising her that she was to become invaluable to him in the near future. Her curious gaze followed him as he disappeared into the crowds and she took a moment to regain her composure to meet with the guests again. Yet even as she found her father and his colleague, presenting them the bottle she had retrieved, even as she was pulled aside by her mother in an attempt to discuss a potential marriage, she couldn’t shake the conversation she had. And her curiosity and eagerness only grew as Druella waved goodbye to the last of their guests and Cygnus requested Bellatrix to accompany him to his study. It seemed there was darkness brewing on the horizon of the wizarding world and the mysterious wizard she had met had bigger plans than she originally believed, and he was requesting her help in achieving his goals. This was the moment she was waiting for; she knew she was meant to do bigger and better things than be a simple trophy wife. And here was the opportunity presented to her on a silver platter, how could she pass it up?

[anninhiliation]

Mesa De Billar

A/N: OKAY SO, my thirst for Chris has NOT been quenched. I’ve written for Chris before (as seen here) but I’m back for more. And it's his fault playing pool July 16th at night in Miami and looking so damn good and having a stupid cute face ugh I hate him. Anyways this is 100% fictional I'm just a huge whore for Chris. Side note I don't know slang for pool games I just know how to play the hoe way so I apologize if I said anything wrong I just want Chris to abuse my hole on a pool table. {Also I feel like this is bad so I'm sorry and I speak Argentinian Spanish so I hope I didn't make Chris sound Argentinian} (Gif isnt mine)

Masterlist

There you were in your mansion with your boyfriend Christopher playing yet another game of pool. But, this time you insinuated a game of strip pool, thinking he would have fewer clothes on than you. But here you were, three cups in of red wine, feeling the alcohol in your veins and making your body crave Chris. You only had on your bra, panties, and crop top. Chris on the other hand still had both shoes, boxers, and pants. Chris hit the cue ball, which hit the yellow one ball into the hole.

“Cariño sabes las reglas. Somethings gotta come off.” Chris smirked biting his lip looking you up and down. 

You dropped your pool stick and walked over to him in a sultry manner, batting your eyes and swaying your hips. You locked eyes with him, batting your lashes innocently and stripped off your crop top.

“Toma” You said in your most innocent voice, throwing the crop top at his face, and slowly turning around and walking away swaying your hips knowing he had a full view of your ass. 

Lust quickly formed in his chestnut eyes as he threw your shirt somewhere to the side, and threw his pool stick to the ground. Christopher quickly caught up with you and turned you around he pinned you to the wall as he began kissing your jawline making his way to your neck. 

“Hermosa que pensas que estas haciendo.” Chris growled as he continued to attack your neck.

Your hands locked in with the back of his neck and locks of hair as his lips landed behind your ear.

“Nada. I'm a good girl.” You purred as your core began to light up.

 His hands roamed your body and landed on your ass giving it a light squeeze. A moan escaped your lips and you arched your back begging for more. Chris grabbed your thighs, lifted you up as you wrapped your hands around his neck. As the two of you made out he brought you to the edge of the pool table and unhooked your bra. He threw it to the side and sucked one hardened bud and massaged the other breast. You immediately threw your head back and let out a much-needed moan as you tugged Chris’s hair and grabbed onto the edge of the table making your knuckles turn white. He then sucked on the other hardened bud and massaged your other breast. A soaking wet pool formed in your pussy as Chris slowly made his way down the valley of your breasts to the hem of your panties. He began to roll them off as you laid your back on the pool table and wiggled your hips trying to remove the last bit of clothing quicker. Chris kissed each thigh and his warm breath found itself where you needed him the most. He licked your slit and groaned,

"Niña you taste so good." 

You were a moaning whimpering mess under his touch as you bucked your hips once more trying to get the friction you desperately needed. His tongue drew figure eights against your clit and he slipped a finger in. You grasped onto Chris's hair as you moaned his name. He slipped in another finger, curling both which hit your g spot. As Chris penetrated you with his fingers and used his tongue on your sensitive bud you felt a knot beginning to form. Chris felt your walls tighten around his ringed fingers as you were moaning incoherently. 

“Cum para mi cariña” Chris groaned as he applied more pressure to your clit and pumped faster. 

You rolled your eyes back as you slipped into a sweet ecstasy of sweet pleasure as Chris rode you out. As you were catching your breath Chris climbed on the pool table and hovered his body over you. The two of you locked eyes as Chris put his two fingers near your lips. 

“Quieres probarte?” Chris asked

You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers clean. You felt his bulge grow against your sensitive entrance. You wrapped your legs against his waist and flipped him over so he was now on his back. You grinded against his hardened clothed cock as you bit his bottom lip. You laid a trail of kisses down his neck up to the hem of his pants. You hungrily unbuttoned them as you claimed off the pool table.

“Mi turno.” You purred

 You ripped his pants and boxers off allowing his member to spring out. You hungrily licked up the shaft and sucked on the tip tasting his pre-cum. 

“Niña no teasing,” Chris whined. 

You took more of him in, as Chris made a makeshift ponytail with your hair. You gagged on his member for a bit as tears formed in your eyes. You pulled out and massaged his members as you caught somewhat of your breathe. You quickly went down for more and sucked each ball. Chris groaned out in pleasure as you licked up his shaft again and began bobbing your head on his member. 

“Baby estoy cerco” Chris moaned

You replaced your mouth with your hand and purred “Release Papi” than reconnected your mouth with his member. 

Chris moaned out a string of profanities as he came in your mouth. The salty juices hit the back of your throat and some spilled out of your mouth. You locked eyes with Chris as you licked every last drop of his cum. 

“Mmmm” You purred batting your eyelashes. 

Chris quickly got off the pool table and pulled your legs closer to him rubbing his rock hard penis against your soaking wet slit. You let out a quiet moan as your hand wrapped around the back of his neck and one hand on his shoulder. He did not tease for long as the two of you were desperate as is. He inserted his full member inside you and gave you no time to adjust. 

“Cariña sos tan apretada para mi” Christopher groaned. 

His thumb rubbed your clit making you moan out 

“Fuck...Chrisss” 

You began to suck on Chris’s neck, right on his sweet spot making him moan and pound you harder. A familiar knot began to form at the pit of your stomach. 

“Chris...Im...Close…..” You whimpered 

“Me too Cariña.” Chris moaned “Cum for me.”

You threw your head back as your thighs shook. You slipped into a sweet euphoria of pleasure with Christopher ridding you out. Once you came down from cloud nine you sucked on Chris’s sweet spot and mumbled dirty things into his ear until he released, filling up your hole. Chris pulled out when he was done and picked you up bridal style and brought you to the black leather couch that was on the other side of the room. He pulled the blanket that was neatly folded over the headrest and covered you. The two of you laid on the couch cuddling as Chris whispered sweet nothings into your ear. 

[alchemic-elric]

Munday

– B A S I C S –

NAME: talk to me OOC a lot and you’ll find out. 

ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S): Kira Elric / Kumo / KamuiYamato 

ARE YOU OVER 18?    yes

IS YOUR MUSE?  Ed’s all over the place. Any series, Any timeline, Any AU - HIT ME. 

WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? Jan 4th 2019 

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG?

No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)  /  Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG?

No (anyone)  / Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON?

Not at all  /  A little  /  Some  /  Mostly /  Strictly  /  Not Applicable 

- { I have a A LOT of headcanons written out for Ed but I try to base them off canon (manga/ 03 / brotherhood / games / light novels) as much as I possibly can, but I also write headcanon / form headcanon based on Ed’s logical mindset and how humans realistically act in the real world. }

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE?

One Liners  /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella  

- {I write EVERYTHING but I prefer Novella / Multi-para more than anything else. I didn’t bold Single para because I’m incapable of writing just one paragraph. It’s impossible, I just can’t do it. Sorry. Please don’t feel the need to match my length but my posts are beasts. I’m sorry. }

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS?

No  /  Gifs  / Icons  

- { I use the occasional GIF for reactions to asks }

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS?

No /  Yes 

-{ I’ve written on many different platforms long before Tumblr was even a thing. I currently will also RP on discord.  That’s why modern verse is so extensive. }

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE?

Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens)  /  Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead) /  Fully Plotted Epics ( plotted beginning, middle, and end)

- { Plot is my life. I live for plot. The messier the better. Do NOT be afraid to use NPCs. World build with me! I love big huge complicated plots! }

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS?

Very Slow (more than a month)  / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks)  /  Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)  

-{  I have been known to do all of the above. I can reply in minutes to a day to a week to months at a time. Sorry my muse is a finicky bitch some times. I get really busy with work or distracted with something and forget to reply. My mood has a lot to do with how fast I reply to something as well. I apologize for that. } 

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!)

Fluff /  Angst  /  Smut   /  Violence  /   Tragedy  /  Domestic  /  Family  /  Conversational / CRACK / Suspense* / Drama* / Hurt and Comfort*

-{ I will not RP smut on Tumblr so just don’t ask.}

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!)

High Fantasy /  Supernatural /  Science Fiction  /  Historical  /  Horror  /  Comedy  / Romantic  /  Drama /  Action /  Adventure  /  Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers)

No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes / Rarely  

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED?

Snakes, Car Accidents, holes in the body of any kind, Heavy Gore - I only car about pictures. 

I will unfollow you if you post a picture of a snake untagged.  #snakes / #snake is fine. My tumblr savior can block it that way. 

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO?

Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO?

Romantic  /  Platonic /  Familial

DO YOU HAVE OTPS?

No  /  Chemistry Only  / Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS?

No  /  Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual  /  Pansexual  /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual /  Sapiosexual  /  Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION?

Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  /  Biromantic  /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic  /  Demiromantic /  Sapioromantic  /  Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT?

No  /  Selectively /  Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY?

Autoship  /  During plotting /  After a couple IC interactions  / Several IC interactions  /  Slow burn  /  Never

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS?

No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS?

(incest, canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.)

Absolutely NOT  / Selectively /  Yes 

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING?

No  /  Selectively /  Yes / Maybe?

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER?

Never  /  Sometimes /  Yes

- {Sorry guys Ling stole his heart so that’s who he’s with. The Chemistry was there. I want to explain that it’s not so much as Ed is in love with Ling btw,  Ed is in love with @citrinexdreams​‘s muse - NOT just any Ling. } 

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN?

No  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

tagged by Stolen from: @alchemicfool​

tagging: steal away my friends! 

[lyricalbowties]

(False) Vindication || Self Para

Tagging→  Blaine Anderson (Mentions of Sam Evans, Rachel Berry, Tina Cohen-Chang, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe) Where→  Blaine’s apartment When→ 11/17/19 Warnings→  n/a

“I am selfish, I am wrong, I am right, I swear I’m right. Swear I knew it all along and I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself.”  --Vindicated, Dashboard Confessional. 

If Blaine thought Halloween had been the longest week of his life, he was wrong. Between dinner with Cooper and Rachel and all the things that happened with Sam, Tina, Kurt and pretty much all of his other friends, Blaine was looking forward to just having a lazy Sunday. He had made himself comfortable on the couch under a very soft weighted blanket, a large cup of coffee on his coffee table in front of him and Friends queued up on Netflix and Blaine wasn’t moving if he could help it. 

No sooner than the show’s theme song started, there was a loud knock on the door which very nearly caused Blaine to throw the cup of coffee in his hand. He sighed and tried to ignore it, maybe they would go away. A few seconds pause followed by another round of loud rapping on the door. 

“Ugh fine!” He groaned, setting his coffee back down and throwing the blanket off of him. He flung the door open with a very aggressive, “What?” 

On the other side of the door was a young woman dressed in a Fedex uniform holding a clipboard and two packages at her feet. He blinked and his demeanor and attitude changed instantly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..can I help you?”

“Yeah, I have two packages for a Blaine D. Anderson?” She did not seem impressed with Blaine’s greeting. 

“Uh, that’s me.” He replied, his cheeks a little red out of embarrassment. 

“Need you to sign this.” She shoved the electronic signer at him. He flashed a small apologetic smile and took the plastic pen and scribbled his name on the screen. “Thanks. Have a good day.” Her tone suggested that she didn’t mean the sentiment. 

Blaine sighed and pulled the two packages inside and closed the door behind him. He picked them up and set them on his kitchen table and instantly started to open them. It was obvious what was inside seeing as how Blaine had only ordered two things since the semester began. The first box he opened contained the Himalayan Salt Lamp in Blue. He examined the packaging reading the back of the box before taking the lamp out to look it over. He smiled a little, hoping that it would do what it was supposed to. 

He set the lamp aside and moved onto the second box. It was like a miniature Christmas except he knew what he was receiving. Blaine pulled out the mini donut hole maker. He had been weirdly excited for this one. He opened the box and took it out. This was great, he could message Ryder about the item coming in so he could come over and try it out, and then of course let Sugar and Tina know that their breakfast for dinner party was on. He’d have to text Sam and let him know and wondered how it was going with the family size-He stopped midthought. 

Sam. 

He couldn't’ text Sam. The day before he fought with Sam which was something he had never done before. It wasn’t like a small fight either. No. This was pretty bad. Blaine had said some pretty awful things to Sam and treated him unfairly mainly because Blaine knew he was projecting onto Sam. He took all of the guilt he felt for cheating on Rachel with Sebastian, multiple times and how he still thought about Sebastian frequently and still wanted to sleep with him again, and he took it out on Sam. What Sam did was bad, yes they had covered that. He hurt a lot of people which included a number of his friends. 

Blaine couldn’t apologize without an explanation. The real explanation and Blaine could not provide that to Sam. Correction, he would not provide that to Sam. He still refused to let anyone know. Anyone aside from Sebastian, that is. And the things that Sam had said back to Blaine, while ultimately true, he didn’t want to admit.

 Blaine had never felt what Sam described. Not with anyone. He had slept with Sebastian but Sebastian had made it clear that emotions and sex had nothing to do with each other. And Blaine didn’t feel any strong emotional connection in the way or romance toward Sebastian after anything they did. It felt good, duh. He did have a strange fondness for Sebastian and he liked him well enough, even if Sebastian was pissed at him for being a total jackass. But he didn’t feel anything close to what Sam described in his text to him. 

He hated it. 

Was sex supposed to have a deep emotional connection each time? Was Blaine supposed to keep fucking anyone he could to try and find that connection that Sam clearly found in Tina? He hated Sam for being right. He hated the way he was able to pinpoint that Blaine wasn’t happy in his relationship with Rachel and hated himself for not being more convincing. And then he hated that thought of lying to Rachel the entire time. 

C O N F E S S 

The word still echoing in his mind. He hated that he ruined his friendship with Sam and how they wouldn’t be having their rewatch of GoT nights, the sword fighting they planned, Thanksgiving. It was ruined and maybe it was Sam’s fault. Blaine wouldn’t have said those things if Sam hadn’t treated all of their friends like free samples at the grocery store. He felt the anger and loss of losing his best friend building inside of him as he held onto the donut hole maker. Blaine was practically vibrating. 

Stupid donut hole maker. 

Stupid Sam. 

Blaine raised the maker over his head and slammed it to the kitchen floor. He went over to one of the drawers and pulled out a meat tenderizer. He picked up mini donut hole maker and set it back on the table and took all of his frustration out on poor innocent mini donut hole maker. He slammed the metal tenderizer over and over again on the machine cracking and then shattering the plastic over. Blaine wanted it to be Sam’s fault and he kept telling himself it was Sam’s fault. Everything was because of him. He ruined it, not Blaine. 

But it wasn’t true. Blaine was to blame. 

He blinked and his eyes burned with tears as he continued to angrily destroy the item he spent $37.50 plus shipping and handling for. Every slam Blaine cursed another person in his head aside from himself he condemned his brother, and then Sam, his parents, and then back to himself. He even, briefly and bitterly, cursed Kurt for liking Sam and not him. It was unfair. It was uncalled for. At that point Blaine stepped back, bits of plastic everywhere.

He drew in a shaky breath and sniffed, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. Tears now steadily streamed down his face. 

The truth, that Blaine still tried and wanted to refute, was that this was not any of their faults. He shouldn’t be angry with Sam but he was. He was still so angry and a part of him believed he was right. It was easier to blame others and to be angry at others. 

Blaine looked down at the meat tenderizer in his hand and chucked it across the room. It sailed through the air and collided with the wall with a loud *THUD*. And as it dropped to the ground, Blaine saw a nice size hole he had successfully made in his wall. 

Fuck. 

He needed to get a poster to cover it and worry about what the school was going to charge him for later. His hands shook a little still angry. He ran his hand through his hair. Blaine needed to get out of the apartment and drive somewhere. Fresh air might help. God he hoped the fresh air would help.

[chinawof]

Flowers and Pups - Self Para

China sat on the back porch where she usually found herself at five in the morning as of late. Dora was lazily at her side now that she’d been to the bathroom, but Delta was still having a ball of a time in the grass.

She kept her brown orbs on the pup as Delta dug up holes and made a beeline for Liam’s flower patch. The dog bringing her a mouthful of daisies and buttercups that had grown around the rest of the flowers before placing them in her lap as an offering to her mama.

China smiled at the gesture, appreciated it tenfold, but still let out a soft sigh.

“We gotta train that out of you, pup.” She said as she gave the black dog a scratch behind the ears. 

Delta gave a bark as if replying to her, before she was off again, picking up her discarded chew toy from near the flower bed to find a good place to bury it. 

Chi downed the last of her tea she had brought out with her, though it was long cold, and settled a hand on Dora’s fur, smoothing over the fluff softly and gently. It was so rhythmic that Dora soon fell asleep and China felt her own eyes heavy with tiredness, too. She hadn’t really slept through the night in days now, mostly getting through the day with naps, and it was apparently catching up to her. 

Her head rested against her free palm as the other still stroked Dora’s fur, her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep there on the patio. 

She drifted for a while in a land of nothingness, that she welcomed, enjoying the respite, but eventually soft sounds of laughter tugged her into a dream, it was familiar now, she’d been having these dreams since her and Liam had finally decided they wanted children one day, so it was no surprise it was on her brain.

China noticed at first that it was no longer the middle of the night. The grass was a vibrant green, the flower patch was full of bright and colourful flowers, and the sun overhead was shining. 

The laughter caught her again as she saw Dora, Delta, and a little girl in a bright yellow sun dress toddling through the garden, all looking happy and playful. 

It looked as though at some point she had made the effort to tame her daughters locks of curly hair, but the frizz and fuzz had slipped free in her fun and enjoyment. Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, just like her papa’s, and her tan skin looked beautifully sun kissed and radiant, a perfect mix of both him and of her.

Chi watched for a moment as Dora and Delta ran for the stick the toddler threw terribly for them and brought it back with glee and wagging tails before China stood and went over to the group.

“You all look like you’re having such a fun time.” China laughed and petted both dogs heads before she swooped her daughter in for a tight hug and a soft kiss to the cheek.

“‘lay, mama.” The blue-eyed girl informed her, making China chuckle ever so softly. 

“You are playing with Dora and Delta.” China nodded, following the pups to the flower patch. 

“De’ta, ‘lowers.” She said, pointing a chubby finger toward the flower patch where Delta had managed to try and camouflage herself within the plants. 

China laughed, and the baby girl did, too, almost infectiously. 

Looking the flowers over, Chi had an idea and she sat herself in the grass with the little one in her lap. “Mama will show you how to make flower crowns.” She informed the blue-eyed beauty, who seemed more than overjoyed to spend some time with mama.

China didn’t feel too guilty as she plucked a few different coloured pansies from the patch and began weaving them together, all the while her daughter watched with curiosity and excitement. 

“There,” Chi said as she put the final flower in place and weaved it in before tucking the end of the stem under. She used a careful hand to sweep the mess of hair out of her little girls’ face, before popping the crown on her head with pride. “Beautiful,” the compliment came easily, and the bright smile that was all a mix of Liam and herself from the toddler was infectious. 

As if knowing he was being thought about, two strong arms wrapped around China, safely and securely. “I see my girls are enjoying the flowers.” He commented, taking in the flower crown.

“Sorry.” China apologised, but his eyes twinkled in the sunlight, too, just like their child’s and the apology was instantly not needed, “But it does look beautiful.”

“It does,” Liam complimented, then, very suddenly, he found the crown being removed from the toddler’s head. 

She stood on chubby legs, and stretched, placing the multi-coloured pansy crown on her papa’s head with pride.

“S’pretty.” She gave a firm nod of her head pridefully.

China glanced up at Liam, her own smile never faltered, and gave a nod of her own head, “She’s right. You do look pretty.” 

There was a way he tickled China softly, eliciting laughs from her, that made him lean in and steal a kiss.

She was pulled away by a barking, and something nuzzling against her leg. 

“Mmm?” China muttered out, lazy brown eyes opening to be met with Delta standing at her feet. “Sorry pup. Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Delta seemed to take that as a hint, which she was so glad for. China stood, and followed Delta and Dora inside. Locking up before she trailed behind them to her’s and Liam’s bedroom. 

He was fast asleep, and she stood appreciating his soft smile and peaceful face for a moment, before she slipped beneath the covers and moved closer toward him.

In his sleep, he adjusted just right to let her lie against his chest where she belonged, and the two dogs clambered up and settled in their places, too.

It wasn’t long before she had drifted off to sleep again, hopeful now, that if she dreamed, it would be as sweet as they had been the past few nights.