#plus he probably wouldn't suspect anything because he only had one love and that was a woman so. shrugging emoticon

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Puppet Masterlist

There's news that might change things forever. The only question is, will the change be in a good or a bad way?

Content | Angst, fluff, smut

Word count | 8.1k

Lesson Eighteen: Different ways to love.

You had never been part of a band meeting before and, as you were sitting in some conference room or other that management had rented in the hotel they were staying in, you realised you were fine if you never got invited to another one either. It was intimidating, to say the least. It turned to somewhat humiliating when they put the pictures up on the table between you. They were of you and Ethan this time.

You remembered the day they must have been shot. Ethan and you, on the way to the van from the hotel. Him playfully grabbing you from behind. Your bodies squished against each other with his head buried in your hair whispering dirty things in your ear. A clouded look on your face, a slight bite to the lip. Then knowing smirks on both of your faces as he let you go. It wasn't exactly anything extremely incriminating - but it was enough to stir some serious rumours, especially after the pictures of Thomas kissing you so shortly before them.

"Now," the voice of someone from management - you didn't take the time to remember their names or exact roles - broke the silence. "We don't care what you do in private. The problem is when it goes public. The whole sexy rockstar thing is great. But when rumours about infidelity creep up because people are suspecting you to hook up with the same girl, it's not gonna be good for the numbers."

You felt as uncomfortable as could be. It was weird being reduced to some girl seemingly hooking up randomly with members of the band. You wanted to shout from the rooftops it wasn't the way people assumed, not by far. But it wasn't your place. The rest of the band stayed just as quiet as they continued to listen.

"Plus, I'm sure that if they manage to reveal your identity," the woman now spoke directly to you, making you even more nervous in the process, "it won't be to your advantage either. So we have two options we want to propose to you. One: You keep her in private, fully. That means no public outings, no pictures online unless it's a group, no flying her out on tour. Two: We link her with one of you. As an official relationship. We don't care who it is. That way she can tag along if so desired and pictures can be more easily explained. However, we would trust you to present the relationship as believable. No pictures kissing other people."

Silence once again settled over the room. You felt yourself fidgeting and Thomas next to you was doing the same. The other seemed more put together, but you figured it was merely an act. If they had any feelings for you at all, this wouldn't leave them unaffected.

"Management would appreciate an answer tomorrow."

With that, the room emptied, one by one. Your head was spinning with an intensity you hadn't felt before.

"I... I need to lie down," you told the others as soon as it was just the five of you. "I need some time."

You didn't look at them as they nodded in understanding, all of them probably stuck in their own thoughts. Thomas took a step towards you, almost reaching out, but you took a step back. You couldn't quite tell why. You averted your eyes even further, scared to look at Thomas' face too closely, scared of what you might see. Hurt, resentment, anger? You didn't know but you couldn't bring yourself to find out.

You briefly let yourself fall against Ethan's chest, Ethan, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked up at him for a moment, seeing him nod. He knew you needed him right now, he understood, the way only he could. You left with him, already feeling that tiny bit stronger just from having him by your side.

You had always felt an immense range of safety in Ethan's arms and today was no different. Only moments ago, the anxiety and stress had been so deeply ingrained in your bones that you felt like shaking. Now, you let yourself fall into the calm of Ethan's embrace.

The room was dark even though midday was looming on the horizon. But the curtains remained closed and you hadn't bothered to turn a light on. It was silly, but it made you feel safer. As if the world being shut out, both of you lying in the dark with no one to see you, formed an invisible wall around you that would keep you in a secure bubble, where nothing could happen to you. Just for this moment.

You buried yourself deeper into Ethan's chest as his arms tightened around you. In a swift movement, you had dragged your body on top of his, suddenly needing more, needing to feel him against you, needing the full contact, in an attempt not to lose yourself. He allowed it without any comments, simply resigning himself to stroke your back in a calming rhythm. But as much as it helped you settle physically, your mind was on high alert, thinking about two hundred things at once and not making sense of a single one of them. You were so deep in thought, you almost flinched when you hear Ethan's low voice.

"What do you want to do?"

It was such a broad question it almost made you laugh. There were tons of things you did and did not want to do. But right here and now? You wanted to disappear, completely, but only if it meant taking the four of them with you.

"Is that really my decision to make?" you asked instead. It was both an attempt at avoiding a straight answer and a genuine wonder about who, in the end, would be responsible for the decision given to management. "It's your band. It's your names that get printed, and it's your career."

Ethan pulled you upwards, not letting you hide your face in his shirt anymore. You didn't want to look at him, didn't want to know what you would see in his eyes, but you were well aware he wouldn't let you get away that easily either. When you realised he was studying you with nothing but pure love, your heart skipped a beat.

"Maybe so. But it's also your face, potentially your name. And it's your life and your feelings. That weighs more than any PR-related decision we could possibly make."

"I... I hadn't thought about it like that," you admitted, desperately trying to hide your face again, knowing how easily he would be able to read if you didn't, but he had a tight grasp on you that left you little choice. He pressed a kiss to your lips, short, safe.

"We're in a band. We're four people, we have each other's backs," he explained. You wanted his voice to lull you to sleep but you knew there were more important tasks at hand. "We can deal with whichever decision we make. But you have a life outside of this. And we need to do what's right for you. I don't need to ask the others to know they agree."

You wanted to tear up, just a little bit, but you pulled yourself together, just barely, finally allowing yourself to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Not avoiding his face to evade responsibility, but because you knew you would become overly emotional and this wasn't the time. You had less than 24 hours to present facts to management.

"I love you guys," you murmured into his skin, leaving a soft kiss there. His hands resumed stroking your back in a fashion that had you wanting to purr and mewl. You let your hands travel to his side, stroking, slightly scratching over the material of his shirt, and a deep sigh that seemed to move your entire body confirmed his enjoyment.

"We love you too," he whispered into the dark. "Now and forever."

"It's fucking stupid!" Vic ranted as she threw yet another pillow against the wall. The low thud didn't seem to do much to quell her anger.

After Ethan had more or less pushed you off him to convince you to talk to the others, you had been in the hotel's hallway, still trying to figure out where to go, when Vic's frustrated scream had sounded through her closed door. Ethan had simply given you a look, a quick slap to your backside, as he pushed you her way. She had thrown the door open with a vigour that almost scared you. Her face had softened as she saw you, but only long enough to let you in, before continuing with her rage. So now you were sitting on her bed, watching her pace and complain.

"Why do they think they can dictate our lives like that? It's no one's fucking business who we're fucking! I should fucking rail you in front of the paparazzi so they actually have something to talk about. So much for fucking autonomy in this band!"

Her shouting was getting more erratic by the second. You simply stared, letting her blow off steam and hoping the storm would calm soon. You understood where she was coming from, you really did. And it was massively unfair and ridiculous. You had never wished for them to be a little less famous as much as you did now. But it wasn't a possibility. And their lives were... well, as they were, there was no way around that. As much as Vic hated being controlled like this, it would have been a lie to say management didn't have a point.

Maybe you had been a little naive getting involved with the four of them. The time spent at their house, alone or with select friends at best, had possibly been the best of your life. But it couldn't have continued that way forever, even if you had tried to be blind to it. The attention, both from the media and from fans, wasn't something you had taken into account and it had caught you off guard. It made you think maybe the options you had been given weren't such a bad idea. Whichever way you would end up choosing, it would at least bring clarity, put up some rules as to how to behave, at least in public, and what to say if push came to shove and questions demanded to be answered.

Vic was still walking back and forth, messing up her hair even more than it already was. You knew it was time to pull her out of her frenzied state.

"This isn't helping," you sighed, quietly, but it was enough. The second she turned to look at you, really look at you, it seemed like all the anger melted away in favour of something completely different. She didn't waste any time crossing the space between the two of you, easily climbing into your lap, straddling your thighs, as her arms wrapped around you.

"Fuck I'm sorry."

You weren't sure if you had spilled tears or if she was simply trying to comfort you. The way her fingers moved over your cheeks, right under your eyes, could have meant either. Her eyes were solely on you. Finally. You had her complete attention.

"You're right," she sighed against you. "I'm just so fucking angry that someone wants to police what we do."

You pulled her closer, chest to chest. Her heartbeat was erratic and fast against your own, but you could feel her whole body starting to settle down in your arms. You peppered kisses along her neck, more soft than teasing and you could feel a deep breath escape her ribcage.

"I just wish it all wasn't such a big deal," Vic finally said. "I couldn't care less what they write or say."

"I do," you admitted. Vic looked up, studying your face closely.

It was the truth, plain and simple. The band had chosen this life. They had accepted the complications that came with it. They knew it was worth every obstacle to make their dream come true. But that wasn't you. You had been thrown into the deep end without any warning and you had found out the sharks' bite was too dangerous for you.

"I... I'm sorry I didn't think about that. You deserve the privacy you need. Of course you do. It's not our burden to bear and it's not our decision to make." She seemed to be talking to herself more than anything else but you answered anyway.

"So you also think it's on me to say which option I want to go with?"

"Of course, it is," a voice boomed through the room moments before the door falling shut even alerted the two of you of someone else entering.

"Damiano! Why the fuck do you even have my room card!" Vic complained and wiggled in your lap but you simply held her tighter, unwilling to let go of her just yet. Damiano didn't explain, simply winked at her and threw the piece of plastic onto the counter before sitting down next to the two of you. His head dropped onto your shoulder and even though Vic wanted to pretend to be mad, she ended up softly stroking his hair. You removed one of your arms from her waist to wrap it around him instead. It was an awkward tangle, but it was what all three of you needed.

"Have you talked to Thomas yet?"

The question hung heavily in the room. You shook your head. You knew he was an important puzzle part, in a different way than the other three were. There was love, more than platonic love, between all of you, that much wasn't even a question. Obviously, you felt somewhat differently about all four of them. It would have been a lie to simplify it down to the level where it all felt the same with each of them. That wasn't what your love was about, either. But Thomas...

"You know we support you, whatever decision you feel is right, you know that?" Damiano asked as he lifted his head. He pressed a firm kiss against your forehead. "Your happiness matters. Everything else, we can deal with. We can figure it out. All the little details and tidbits. We can discuss it all in the morning, after a good night's sleep. Or a bad night's sleep, doesn't really matter. But I think you need to see Thomas now."

You knew he was right. Vic slowly slid off your lap to let her body drop onto the bed next to you, her touch never quite leaving you, hand on your back. Damiano gave your thigh a squeeze, a gesture that normally would have gotten you excited, but now your nerves were caused by entirely different reasons.

"You can do it, cucciola," Vic said, scratching slightly at your skin through the fabric of your shirt. "He loves you. Be brave."

You took one more look at both of them, knowing you had nothing but their full support, as you stood up, legs shaky. It was time to talk to Thomas.

You didn't know what to expect when Thomas opened the door. Damiano had offered to provide you with a room card, but it felt intrusive to simply barge in. Especially after you had more or less left him stranded after the meeting earlier.

Thomas looked rough. You didn't know how he had gotten himself so stressed in so little time that his appearance suggested he hadn't slept in a week. There was an uncertainty in his eyes you had never known before. He still allowed you to fall into him, press yourself against his chest and wordlessly demand him to hold you.

Being with Thomas felt like coming home. You knew he had about a hundred questions, you could see it in his face when you pulled away, but what was more important was that you knew you'd be okay. Both of you.

"I love you," you said, carefully holding his face in your hands. His eyes were deep, a mostly unexplored territory that you wanted to dive into more and more still, and right now they seemed to hold all the possibilities. You knew you needed to get out what you wanted to say before he would make you drift away, pull you back into the safety of his embrace, where nothing else much mattered anymore.

"I love you and I love the other three. I can't imagine my life without any of you and I don't want to. I've never been in love the way I have right now and I didn't think I could have these feelings for multiple people at once, but I do. I so do. And I assume you know I've talked to Ethan and Vic and Damiano and... well, they all seem to think my opinion weighs the most in this decision. And I think I've made it."

Thomas nodded, unable to keep himself from stealing a little kiss from you as you took a moment to gather your breath. You weren't sure if it was more for your or his own reassurance but you let him, without questions. His lips against yours made everything fall into place.

“Staying away, keeping myself hidden, never accompanying you on your trips again… I don’t think that’s an option, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Of course, we’ll have you!” Thomas almost cried out before quieting down again with a smile that almost made him seem shy. “That’s not even a question.”

“Good,” you giggled, embracing the way the atmosphere in the room was starting to lose its heaviness. “So that leaves us with option two. Making it an official relationship. Making it public. Giving me the freedom to be around, to be in pictures, to be more than a dirty little secret.”

It felt like he was holding his breath.

“It wasn’t even a question of who I was going to choose. I love all of you, you know that, and I would never want to miss any of you. But if there’s one person I couldn’t imagine keeping my distance from in public, not holding their hand, not allowing myself to give them a kiss… It’s you, Thomas. It’s you.”

Thomas kissed you so hard it almost had you tumbling, but you clung to him with an unparalleled urgency. You were wrapped up in each other, a neverending tangle without any beginning or end, fuelled by nothing but love and lust and relief.

As if on purpose, Thomas’ phone chose this exact moment to emit a loud chime that had both of you stop in your tracks. A little fumbling - mainly caused by his unwillingness to let go of you - produced the object from his back pocket. A low groan followed. He let his head drop slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and you could only imagine how uncomfortable this position was with your height difference, but you didn’t dare complain.

“We have a showcase tonight,” he explained. “It’s only a few songs at a radio station, but I gotta go. I would ask you to come along, but…”

His eyes suddenly showcased a dangerous glint. You didn’t quite know what to make of it, but you were certain you’d find out soon enough. You always did.

“Maybe take the time to rest. Take a little nap. We’ll be back before you know it. We might have something planned for you…”

You were still a little sleepy when Thomas dragged you out of his bed and down the corridor of the hotel into someone else’s room. Somehow, despite the excitement about what Thomas had hinted at, the exhaustion had taken over and let you fall asleep the second he had pressed a kiss to the top of your head and left the room. Now, you were desperately shaking the last traces of drowsiness from your bones. You were sure something that would wake you up properly was waiting behind the door to Vic’s hotel room, though.

The room was dark when you entered, but not the solemn, depressing dark you had felt when you had hidden away with Ethan earlier. Instead, they had done their best with their limited ressources away from home, shut the drapes just to light up some candles and turn on some strategic lighting. The three of them turned around as soon as they heard you and Thomas, and you gasped a little at the sight. All of them were clad in gorgeous lingerie, dark red, lace, more seethrough than not, impossibly flattering. When you realised that Thomas was moving behind you, you turned around just in time to see him drop his jeans, shirt already gone, and reveal a tiny red thong that didn’t do anything to hide his manhood.

“How dare you be dressed like that and have the light so low that I can’t even fully appreciate you?” you giggled, making your way over to Vic, her nipples peeking through the thin material and begging you to touch them. You didn’t get very far before Ethan swung his arms around you pulling your back into his chest and keeping you close. You weren’t entirely sure if it was him being unable to keep his hands off you or him keeping you away from going after what you wanted. You assumed a little bit of both.

“Well, believe me when I say it won’t matter soon,” Vic teased, sharing looks with the others you couldn’t quite make sense of. “We’re not planning on letting you see a lot tonight.”

You barely noticed that Ethan had started tugging at your clothes until he motioned for you to lift your arms so he could remove your top. Damiano walked up to you, not hesitating in giving you a reassuring kiss, before helping Ethan get you out of your trousers. You felt horribly underdressed, having thrown on a rather random bra and a comfy pair of underwear this morning, but the way their eyes collectively studied your body built your confidence back up in seconds.

“We love you so much,” Damiano whispered against your lips, barely audible, but enough. “We always want you to be part of this, part of us. And if you want to, you will always belong to us.”

You nodded, breathing an I do back that almost felt ceremonious. Vic brought over a leather band, soft but expensive looking, a choker you realised. She held it up to you, kicking Damiano aside playfully, to let you see the engraved letters on its inside.

D - E - T - V

Blinking the tears away, you swallowed your emotions just enough to reclaim feeling of yourself, unwilling to let yourself be overcome by the multitude of thoughts in your head. You wriggled out of Ethan’s grasp and held onto Vic’s face, bringing her close enough to kiss her heavily, hoping and praying it would make her feel everything you were feeling in that moment, all the connectedness, the trust, the love, the unyielding devotion.

When you let go of her, Thomas grabbed the choker from her, gracefully laying it around your neck to close it at the back. Your fingers moved along the leather, feeling safe and protected under it.

“Do you trust us?” Thomas asked, a chaste kiss on your neck, just above your new accessory.

“With everything.”

"Perfect," Vic grinned knowingly, taking you by the hand and leading you over to her king-sized bed. "Because we're about to show you just how much we love you."

Mere months ago, this situation would have seemed absolutely ridiculous, a fever dream full of kinks you hadn't been quite sure you were into just yet, an idea so absurd it would have made you laugh. But now, right then and there, it all simply made perfect sense.

After delicately undressing you, showering you in kisses and soft touches all the way, and positioning you on the bed, each of them had gently grabbed hold of one of your limbs to securely tie them to a bedpost. You briefly realised how vulnerable your position was - completely naked and spread-eagled and at their mercy - but then they took off the little clothing they still had on and, maybe for the first time, it felt like so much more than sex when they looked at you.

"We want to try something a little different with you because tonight it all about you and how much we love you, okay?"

Damiano could have said anything at all and you would have agreed. It was almost overwhelming to know they would put all of their focus on you, but there wasn't a single doubt that you would be completely safe in their hands.

"How do you feel about gags?" Vic asked, dangling the leather in front of you, a ball in the middle of it, breathing holes making it just slightly less intimidating. You studied the accessory closely. They wouldn't be mad or disappointed if you said no. But looking at it now… the temptation was rising.

"How will I safeword?"

"If you can snap with your fingers, that's usually the easiest," Ethan explained. "We can also give you something to hold that makes noise when you drop it so we'll immediately stop. I also like to touch the tied-up person's hand intermittently, so you can squeeze once for green, twice for yellow and three times for red."

Ethan's hand found yours, testing how easily your restraints let you move, and you squeezed it experimentally, receiving a supportive nod from the drummer. You tried snapping, easily producing a loud sound that seemed to echo through the room.

"Snapping and squeezing it is!" Vic happily exclaimed. She climbed on top of your body, providing you with a  dazzling view of her naked tits as she leaned down. The ball seemed to fit into your mouth perfectly, a sudden wave of panic vanished the second you realised you could breathe normally through the holes. You lifted your head to let her close the clasp and tighten it at the back of it. Her eyes were fiery but emotional as she took every inch of your face in.

You hadn't realised Thomas was moving until he held your hand and you didn't hesitate in giving it a singular squeeze.

"Green," he announced and you could see relief flooding Vic's face too. She moved off you just for Thomas to climb further towards you now. You recognised the silk mask he had used on you the night before in his hands. He held it up in question, you nodded immediately. It was only when he put it on your face that you realised how many of your senses were now impacted.

You couldn't move freely.

You couldn't speak properly.

You couldn't see at all.

That means you would have no idea who would be touching you, who would be where, or what you would be feeling. It excited and terrified you equal amounts but with the trust you had in them, you were prepared to let yourself fall and give up all control.

A hand traced along your body, starting at the side of your neck, along the curve of your breast, down your stomach, and your thigh, a teasing touch leaving goosebumps and an insatiable need for more. Another hand - a slightly different touch, more intent behind it, less softness - grabbed onto your other thigh, pulling at it to spread your legs open that little bit more with the room the restraints gave you. Then, a kiss on your collarbone, hot and wet, immediately making you arch into the contact, gone again too soon. A tongue licking up the valley between your breasts.

Your thoughts were spinning trying to figure out who was doing what to you. If their hands were strong enough to belong to Ethan. If their fingertips were calloused the way Thomas' would be. If their lips were as plush as Vic's. If their hot tongue against your flesh was devilish enough to be Damiano's.

And then they all collectively made you lose your mind. They were all over you, touches, kisses and licks, bites, scratches and spanks, manipulating you in any way they liked. It was impossible to tell where one body ended and the next one began and you realised it didn't matter. This wasn't a test, there was no need to figure out details. You were one with all of them, and they were one with you, losing themselves in love and pleasure the same way you were. Your moans mixed with theirs, some further away, some right in your ear to spur you on even more.

Someone was teasing your nipples in the most promising way, alternating between light touches and flicks, sometimes leaving you yearning for any contact at all just to put their mouth on one of them, sucking and slightly grazing their teeth against the sensitive flesh. You arched against it as much as you could, shamelessly demanding more. You felt hands between your legs, on the inside of your thighs, getting closer to your pussy, not quite there yet. A different hand found yours, holding onto it and you only just remembered the safeword system and squeezed it once. Then, out of nowhere, a tongue lapped against your wetness at the same time as a finger entered you and you instinctively squeezed again.

“Yellow!” Thomas called out and in an instant, every sort of touch left your body, as someone pushed the mask higher to allow you to regain vision and you felt the gag being loosened so you could speak.

“No! No! I’m sorry! False alarm!”

Four pairs of eyes looked at you quizzically and you were glad the room was dark enough so you only had to blink a few times to comfortably see again.

“I just got surprised and accidentally squeezed again, I promise I’m fine, please continue. Please continue.”

Damiano smirked at you, performatively holding up his hand to show you the wetness he had gathered on his finger, before putting it into his mouth and sucking it dry in an obscene gesture. You groaned, struggling against the restraints in an instinctive reaction, trying to reach out to him and get his mouth and hands back on you, but then Vic was pulling the mask over your eyes again as Thomas went to work on tightening the gag.

“Sounds like our cucciola wants more, why don’t we give it to her, hm? I think she deserves it.” Ethan’s voice was low and teasing and it spread tingles all over your body. “No mercy for this one.”

Ethan hadn’t even quite finished his sentence before you were once again under the influence of numerous touches all at once. With your mobility, your sight, and your speech gone, it felt like an attack on your other senses in the best way possible. There was a different mouth on your breasts this time, you could feel it in the way they licked and teased, less teeth, more subtlety. Then your brain went into overdrive when you felt the attention shift to between your legs. It was impossible to tell how many hands were on you, running up and down your thighs, giving them an unexpected spank every now and again, touches to your clit, gathering your wetness, pushing into you. Another finger entered you and from the movements alone you could tell it was two different hands pumping into you just from the misaligned rhythms until they managed to find a similar speed.

Someone moved up the bed and positioned themselves next to you and you quickly realised just who it was.

“You like it, don’t you? Having Ethan’s and Thomas’ fingers in you at the same time. Bet you already want more. I can tell how wet you are from here, I can hear it every time they thrust into you. How’s Damiano’s mouth feel on your clit?” You were confused for a second, but as if on command, his mouth indeed descended on you, teasingly sucking on your clit, leaving you trashing and moaning lowly. If you could, you’d be begging for more. “You love having all the attention on you, just being used by us. Our little puppet to do with whatever we like. Maybe I’ll get myself off on your thigh. Or I’ll remove your gag just so you can eat me out. Or I’ll just touch myself and let you hear how wet I am from watching you.”

“She’s getting even wetter from your words,” Ethan remarked with a chuckle. There was a sudden stretch, probably a third finger entering you, but it was getting hard to tell as you desperately tried to move against them. “Maybe she needs something else.”

You wanted to cry out when the fingers left you, but the gag meant you let out nothing more than a pathetic squeaky noise instead. But you weren’t left empty for long. The bed moved along with the people on it, someone - you assumed Ethan - was positioning themselves between your legs, and then you were finally filled with something much different. He felt perfect, moving slowly at first but already having you writhing underneath him. His grunts were close enough to make you lose your mind just that little bit more. You wanted to wrap your legs around him, draw him even closer but all you felt was the restraints on your ankles digging into your skin.

“He looks so good inside you”, Damiano mumbled into your ear. “You’re taking him so well, so deeply, I can’t wait to be the one fucking you.”

You could hear moans all around you, several touches on your body you knew didn’t belong to Ethan but you couldn’t quite place in the chaos in your head. You wondered if any of them were touching themselves, getting off, enjoying the fact that all you could do was wonder but never know. And then Ethan increased his speed, and your thoughts blurred into nothing at all.

Someone’s hand travelled down your body, leaving little scratches on your skin, before finding your clit. You clenched around Ethan, who replied with a low moan, his hair tickling your skin as he continued to pound into you. You could feel yourself getting closer but before you had any chance to get lost in the feeling, Ethan came inside of you, emptying himself with a few more strokes that hit you so perfectly you wanted to cry, before pulling out. Your body was twitching, desperate for more, willing to do whatever it took to achieve your own orgasm. Anything but snap.

“Good thing you have a few more chances to come tonight,” Vic teased, peppering your neck and chest in kisses. “How about a different type of stimulation?”

You could hear the tell-tale noise before you felt it. Then Vic slid down your body and pressed the vibrator, something long and large, against you, and you erupted in whatever noises were possible behind the gag. There was some shuffling and it felt like she was almost climbing onto your body and when she suddenly moaned, loudly and unhinged, you knew she had positioned herself against the toy as well. The boys busied themselves ravishing your body any other way they could, making sure not a single inch of your skin was untouched for too long. A hand briefly touched yours, just for you to give a clear, singular squeeze back.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Vic’s voice was low and breathy and you could tell how much the vibrations were affecting her as she moved on top of you. You could basically see her in your mind, humping the toy, moving it further onto you, tits bouncing beautifully, hair wild, and you would kill for the real view, but you were determined not to safeword out of it just to get a visual. She fumbled with the device and only a split second later, the vibrations increased and any thoughts that didn’t revolve around coming right then and there evaporated from your brain.

“Come for me, gorgeous,” she mumbled and when someone dragged their teeth over your nipple while you felt teasing hands on your thighs and hips and breasts, you did just that. With a high-pitched noise that was much more muffled than expected, you buckled wildly against Vic and the toy, riding out your orgasm until it had reached every corner and crevice of your body. Vic followed almost immediately after, her noises much more contained, low breaths and moans that sounded like music to your ears. She climbed off you, a low thud suggesting she had thrown the vibrator somewhere on the floor, and a hand that was unmistakably hers reached up your arm to your hand. One squeeze. A kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t think you’re done yet,” Damiano said and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Think you can take a little more?”

Your nodding was frantic. You could hear Thomas giggle in delight next to you. But it was Damiano who decided to take his turn for now. Positioning himself over your body, he gave you a little breather as he started kissing down your neck, playing with the choker, giving it enough of a tug for you to catch your breath without actually restricting your air intake. He licked down your chest, leaving love bites that would surely evolve into hickeys, missing your breasts completely before wandering further down. Your hips moved on their own account when his tongue moved between your folds, almost making you twitch in overstimulation from the vibration Vic had subjected you to. You wanted to mumble more and please and tell him how much you needed him but you couldn’t.

“She’s struggling against the gag,” Thomas remarked. “Do you want it off?”

You weren’t sure if the question was directed at you but quickly shook your head. You wanted this, all of it, in whichever way they had planned for you and if anything, the desperation stemming from the distance between what you wanted and what you were able to do only made everything that more exciting.

“Good girl,” Thomas whispered into your ear, causing shivers once again.

You had barely noticed that Damiano had moved away again, too focused on Thomas’ voice so close to you, but then you felt his cock against you, gathering your wetness and bumping against your clit, and your attention was back on him immediately. He couldn’t hold himself back for long, it seemed, pushing inside you easily as he moaned loudly. You were sensitive still, but having him inside you felt like a much-needed desire fulfilled after Vic’s vibrator had tortured your clit so perfectly. You moved against him as much as possible, still craving more, craving him, craving another release. He was frantic as he thrust into you, much more desperate to come than you were, and you allowed him to use your body to his pleasure, to take whatever he needed from you, as the others kept caressing your skin delicately.

He didn’t take long at all. With an uninhibited moan that almost sounded pornographic, Damiano came, thrusting into you a few more times in a desperate attempt to chase every last second of it before almost collapsing on you. His face buried into the side of your neck as his laboured breathing fanned against your skin. You once again felt on the edge of overwhelmed at the need to wrap your arms and thighs around him properly, tugging at the bonds. A few more kisses as soon as he had caught his breath before he removed himself from your body.

You knew what was about to follow. Everyone had gotten off. Everyone but Thomas. There was a lot of shuffling on the bed, bodies moving around you, touching you, on purpose and fleetingly at the same time. When a hand found yours you immediately knew it was Thomas, suddenly increasingly aware of the way his fingers intertwined with yours, how his palm molded against yours, and all of a sudden, it shifted and-

You squeezed three times at the same time as your other hand started snapping.

The need for a different type of intimacy had overwhelmed you out of nowhere and before you had even managed to fully understand what was happening, you knew you needed out.

Everyone set into motion all at once, no questions asked, as your restraints were unbound, the blindfold moved away, the gag opened and tossed to the side. Hands working as quickly as possible while still being the gentlest you could have wished for. No one spoke for a moment, everyone busy making sure you seemed unharmed, soft touches to your wrists and ankles, but you didn’t care about any of it.

The second you laid eyes on Thomas, kneeling on the bed next to you, face full of worry, you grabbed onto him, embracing him with all you had.

“Sorry,” you whispered into his hair as you held him close, but even with your voice quiet you knew it was silent enough in the room for the others to hear. “I loved it, I really did but… I need to see you all now. And I need to touch you. All of it.”

Thomas was holding you tightly, his hand stroking your back in a calming pattern. Someone's hand was in your hair, petting it softly, all of them assuring you with words of comfort and love. Thomas moved you just enough for him to be able to look into your eyes, the movement shifting you slightly off his body and letting you feel the prominent erection between his legs. But all his attention was solely on you.

“What do you need?”

“You,” you breathed. “Maybe… maybe we can do it like the first time.”

Thomas didn't hesitate, immediately moving toward the top of the bed so he could sit back against the headboard. His hands reached out for you in an unmistakable invitation and you easily slid into his lap. Both of you simply looked at each other for a moment, lazy smiles on your faces as you reminisced about how far you'd come from that very first time you shared with him. Then you kissed him, wild and passionate, and let him slide into you.

Thomas wrecked his mouth away from yours in a loud moan but your lips were immediately claimed again. Ethan held your head in his hands as he kissed you, unbothered by the way you started slightly moving on top of Thomas, whose fingers were digging into your hips in heavenly pain. Vic was behind you now, straddling Thomas’ legs and pushing her body flush against yours, her bare tits rubbing against your back. Her hands reached around, massaging your bouncing breasts as you increased your speed, Ethan’s mouth unable to keep up and attaching itself to your neck instead.

Thomas was a moaning and mumbling mess underneath you as your hands found his chest. His head was thrown back but you kept eye contact as much as you possibly could, needing that connection with him, and it seemed he did the same.

Then Damiano’s fingers were on your clit and you could feel yourself barrelling toward your orgasm. It was perfect, all of it. Four people around you, loving you wholly and truly for who you were, bending to your every wish to put your pleasure above theirs. This was what goddesses must feel like, you decided, sitting on a perfect throne, every possible need met without even having to ask for it.

Thomas was buckling underneath you, moving against you as much as he possibly could as you pulled him in for another searing kiss, on his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, wherever you could land your lips as you bounced on his cock.

“I love you,” he whispered in a delightfully breathy tone and when Vic tweaked your left nipple, Ethan bit a little hickey into your throat and Damiano flicked against your clit, you came undone in a perfect symphony of sounds. It kept coming in waves, again and again, the attacks on your body not ceasing as you soared through your high, feeling it travel through your body until it reached the outermost corners of your limbs and right back to your burning core. The intensity was unparalleled.

The only thing that kept you from collapsing on top of Thomas was the knowledge that he hadn’t come yet. Everyone else finally moved away from you, sensing you were on the verge of overstimulation, so you pressed your chest against Thomas again, getting him as close as possible. His eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. You leaned down to him, whispering dirty words of love in his ears, spurring him on, and as you clenched around him once more, he let go. The most beautiful sight of your lover coming undone filled your vision, jaw slacked, hands firmly grasping onto the flesh of your hips, face heated up and blushing in the prettiest way. You’d be happy to see it for the rest of your life.

When you woke up in the middle of the night, you found perfection. You barely remembered falling asleep, assuming you had done so in the middle and the safety of everyone’s aftercare, but you were overjoyed to realise that you were surrounded by four bodies, still. The space in Vic’s king-sized bed was limited, but everyone seemed to have instinctively taken up only as much space as absolutely needed, intertwined with each other in a tangle that kept you close together.

Thomas was next to you, face to face like you always used to sleep, back in the days, when it was innocent sleepovers with feelings neither of you had tapped into just yet. His arm was lazily slung around your middle, one of his legs between yours, foreheads touching. You could feel his breath on your cheek and if it had been anyone else, it surely would have annoyed you to no end. Not with Thomas, though.

Behind you, Victoria’s body was pressed into yours, not for lack of space, but simply because you both needed to be closer. She was still naked, as usual when she slept, and you revelled in the heat she was omitting. Her hand on your hip felt like a silent reassurance.

Lifting your head ever so slightly, you could see Damiano on her other side. He was on his back, a supremely relaxed look on his face. The sheet was covering his lower half, right where his Mammamia tattoo was peeking out. His left arm was reaching under Vic’s neck, below her pillow, and Vic’s other hand held onto it tightly.

Ethan was lying behind Thomas, facing his back, his long, dark hair all over the pillows like a chaotic halo. He looked peaceful in a way only he could. His arm was on Thomas’ waist, his hand on his lower stomach, holding him tightly, even in his sleep. It looked incredibly safe. You reached out, softly passing over Thomas’ soft skin, until you touched Ethan’s fingers. They reacted immediately, the slightest flinch, a movement, as if they were looking for you.

You leaned back down and cuddled further into Thomas.

This was where you were supposed to be. With Thomas, with Vic, with Ethan, with Damiano. You traced the soft leather still around your neck. You had found your place and it was not only among but right in the middle of these four people that had stolen your heart so completely. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. What anyone else wanted, demanded of you. You’d conquer it all. Everything for now and forever, intertwined and connected with the loves of your life.

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[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 3: News from the Plain

Another day, another chapter, another generic image because we're off the visual map! Come one, come all, get your Wheel of Time impressions here. Unless you don't want spoilers. Then bloody stay away.

This chapter has a Wheel icon because... Moiraine talks about the weaving of the Wheel a lot, I guess.

Someday, perhaps, he could bring himself to ask her what she knew. An Aes Sedai must know more of it than he did. But this was not the time. There never seemed to be a time.

Perrin, you've had like four months, plus the month you spent with her in Fal Dara. You are never going to ask her anything at this rate.

“An accident,” she said in a flat voice, then shook her head and vanished back inside the hut. The door banged shut a little loudly.

I suspect Moiraine thinks that this was a deliberate act to try and fuck up her meeting to punish her for not having a plan beyond "Wait". And since the temper tantrum is about that, she's not exactly wrong, just assigning more motivation to Rand than is fully there.

“If something goes wrong with it, it isn’t my fault. Rand spilled half of it on the fire with his. . . . What right does he have to bounce us around like sacks of grain?”

Trust me Min, when Rand wants to be bouncing you around like a sack of grain, you will be enthusiastically consenting.

“Min, maybe you had better go. First thing in the morning. I have some silver I can let you have, and I’m sure Moiraine would give you enough to take passage with a merchant’s train out of Ghealdan. You could be back in Baerlon before you know it.”

Perrin doesn't quite seem to understand that Min is going to inevitably see horrible shit no matter where she goes, short of becoming a hermit. It is a kind offer though.

“Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn’t mean it has to be bad. Even if it’s something you are sure you would never have chosen in a hundred years. ‘Better ten days of love than years of regretting,’ ” she quoted.

It's a little funny that Min has a deep understanding of the existentialism necessary to function in her present times but has absolutely nothing to do with Rand coming to understand it himself.

He thought he had said that too softly for her to hear, but the look she gave him was full of sympathy. And agreement.

Min probably knows that even when Perrin goes home it won't be home anymore. Perhaps she even sees his parents' grave at this point. Maybe even his sisters', though perhaps they haven't been retconned into existence by the Pattern yet.

Careless. He had grown so used to the Shienarans knowing how well he could see—in daylight at least; they did not know about the night—that he was beginning to slip about other things. Carelessness might kill me yet.

Yeah, you definitely don't want to confide about your awful extrasensory perception to Min. She wouldn't know anything about that and hates anyone with magical talents they shouldn't have. She'd totally turn Perrin into the Whitecloaks if she knew he was a freak.

Min sounded so troubled that Perrin was surprised for a moment. Then he nodded to himself. She did not really like doing what she did, but it was a part of her; she thought she knew how it worked, or some of it, at least. If she was wrong, it would almost be like finding out she did not know how to use her own hands.

See what I mean? They have absolutely nothing in common. I can only assume that there was a glitch in the Pattern this winter and that all the friendship that Perrin should be feeling towards Min got assigned to Mat accidentally instead (see book 14).

Perrin made an involuntary sound in his throat. Light, did I sound like that? I won’t let a death matter that little to me. As if he had spoken aloud, Moiraine looked at him.

It's rather funny to see early!Perrin on the other side of the "I understand your emotions better than you're trying to let on to me" exchange.

Perrin shifted—the Horn was where no Hunter on Almoth Plain would find it; where he hoped no Hunter ever would find it—and she gave him a cool look before continuing.

Seriously, Perrin apparently learned one hell of a lesson from Moiraine. And it's good to see the Hunters of the Horn aren't all total idiots. They should have arrived ages back.

“Or the first part of it. The Children have announced that their purpose is to bring peace, which is not unusual for them. What is unusual is that while they are trying to force the Taraboners and the Domani back across their respective borders, they have not moved in any force against those who have declared for the Dragon.”

Lan suspects this is a Whitecloak plot, but it's probably Carridin trying to thread the needles of his orders. By always letting Dragonsworn get away, he can seem to both being trying to kill them and not.

“One died by poison, two by the knife. Each in circumstances where no one should have been able to come close unseen, but that is how it happened.” She peered into the flames. “All three young men were taller than most, and had light-colored eyes. Light eyes are uncommon on Almoth Plain, but I think it is very unlucky right now to be a tall young man with light eyes there.”

These are the victims of Grey Men presumably deployed by the Forsaken who actively hate Rand, or perhaps Moghedien who is vaguely in the area. Striking unseen is very much her MO. Again though, the Dark One doesn't want Rand dead so it's not the official plan.

“So nothing has changed,” Perrin said glumly. “Not really. We cannot go down to the plain, and the Dark One wants us dead.” “Everything changes,” Moiraine said calmly, “and the Pattern takes it all in. We must ride on the Pattern, not on the changes of a moment.”

Moiraine, I've given Perrin a lot of shit so far this book so now it's your turn. He's accurately summarized the situation as it stands: your current plans aren't changing. You're just muttering a bunch of nonsense to seem mystical.

Since it is not possible to set two kinds of warding at once, I leave the scouts and the guards—and Lan—to defend us, and use the one warding that may do some good.

I don't recall if this comes up again. If not, I bet that one of the things the bright new minds of the Fourth Age will come up with is creating new ward weaves that are effectively combos while still obeying the one weave rule. Though obviously they won't be worrying about Shadowspawn at that point.

He had a hut to himself, a small thing of logs barely tall enough to stand in, the chinks filled with dried mud. A rough bed, padded with pine boughs beneath a blanket, took up nearly half of it. Whoever had unsaddled his horse had also propped his bow just inside the door.

Where Rand and Mat are equal parts panicked and embarrassed over being treated like nobility, Perrin is not really good enough with people to even find it worthy of comment that for some reason he gets his own hut. He probably just assumes he should for the same reason that Loial and Min probably do, even though there'd be different reasons for each.

Ah well, we can only hope that at some point, perhaps ten to sixty years after Tarmon Gaidon, Perrin will be just a wee bit better at social cues.

Next time: A dream sequence!

[dearestones]

Devin!!!!! Hi lovely!!!! :DD

For Key & the ask game...

-2 (do you have plans for anyone specific in the cast? can't say yet? someone from home? just cameron? lmao)

-7 (what club would she even be in? :D if she had magic abilities, would that change what club she would choose to join?) -8 (aside from the obvious suspects lmao. or you know what? yeah. complain about them more, perhaps.) -12 (events!!! :D ik we talked about them not being too relevant, but even just vibe-wise ;) what's the girl up to lmao) -15 (again, aside from the obvious lmao) thank you for your lovely words, devin :)) HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT DAY MUWAHHH!!!!! YEAHHHHH💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🥳💪💥💥💥💥💥💥

Oh my gosh! Hi! :D

2. Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

So many good mini questions to go with the main question! I don't have any specific plans as of yet! Only an outline on which characters she can kinda get along with better than others. You gotta remember that she's in NRC in a professional capacity, so she isn't going to go headfirst into friendship right away. The reason why she's so close to Cam was because it was the summer, she was new, and Cameron probably didn't have many friends left in NRC over the summer break anyway.

I will say that don't be surprised that Key's relationships with the Housewardens will develop quicker than any other canon characters and that she may prefer friendships like with other support staff or the interns in the school. (Remember, she's there as a professional and she technically has a life outside of school and its students! I'm really hoping that Key gets a good female friend either in the interns or in the town below just because lol)

And don't worry! She does have friends at home! There is a flashback coming up... ;)

7. Why did they join their clubs? 

Ohhhh! A club! I think she would attend the same club regardless if she had magic or not. I think if the school offered like a club that focuses on history or aspects of culture like discussions on mythology and legends, I think she would excel in that. And not because she grew up with Disney hahaha!

Another club that I think she would do well in would be the Light Music Club! It's mention before that she knows a bit of piano! She's not a composer by any means and it'll take her a couple practices to perfect a piece, but she could definitely do it. Plus, she's also a dancer and her style is mostly derived from a certain King of Pop hehehe.

The one problem with the Light Music Club is probably the members? Key is more of a loner, but she doesn't mind getting to know other people. She's okay with it, but like... she needs time to recharge. So, we have Lilia, Cater, and Kalim... All of them somewhat sociable in their own ways. I think she would get along most with Lilia because he's both mischievous and willing to let her have her own space.

However...I feel like Cater would annoy Key because he would always badger her for selfies or stop practices to pick out the perfect playlist. You'll find in next question you ask that I'll delve into certain qualities a character might have... that could lead to her disliking.

And Kalim? Key appreciates Kalim, but he's way too sociable and there are times when he can be selfish. Yes, he's earnest and kinder than most other people in NRC, but he can be somewhat unaware that Key might like being alone or that she wouldn't feel sad even if she doesn't have expensive clothing or shoes. I think, over time, when Key finally overcomes her politeness and establishes her boundaries (that Kalim will agree to, but will take time to practice), they can be really good friends.

8. Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?

Crowley.

I'm mostly kidding! There's this... tension lining their relationship due to the very circumstances that they ended up knowing each other. I won't say anything too much, but more of their interactions are explored in Chapter 29 and there will be another interaction in a future chapter that will illustrate where their relationship could go.

And, I did mention that there are certain qualities that Key may not... be okay with.

She like to be punctual, professional, and above all else, pragmatic.

You'll find that Key gets irritated when she can't do her job properly because of someone's incompetence or because someone else can't be bothered to do their job, which hinders her role. It's not like she wants to be mean, but in a roundabout way, she likes routine. She can be afford to be spontaneous and fun when she chooses to be spontaneous and fun. If there's supposed to be an established routine or job she's supposed to do, she will do it and anyone who stands in her way is somewhat of an obstacle.

She also doesn't like it when people tell her what to do or compare her to others.

12. What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

Ohhhh! I don't know much about the events, unfortunately. I've seen bits and pieces, but the one event that I'm fairly familiar with is Lost in the Book with Stitch. I feel like... Glorious Masquerade? I feel like Key would be enamored with the City of Flowers and she'd click with Rollo as well! Probably not in a good way, especially after he tries to kill the students (why can he do it, but she can't???), but in early interactions or after their relationship is repaired, but maybe they bond over expensive stationery sets and scrapbooking.

(Rollo probably looks down on scrapbooking, but he eventually understands that there is artistry inherent in the hobby).

Also. Stickers. All of the stickers :D

15. What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

Hmmm... It hasn't been established outright as of yet, but Key is a dancer! She loves partner dances like swing and she loves the occasional line dance like the Cha Cha Slide and Cupid Shuffle! She loves shuffling (any type of shuffle) and back at home, she liked covering some of Michael Jackson's best dance moves.

She can following along with Billie Jean and Thriller fairly well.

Another secret... Probably not relevant as of yet, but she doesn't like looking at her reflection in Twisted Wonderland.

Ohhhh, and her true name is *gets shot*

Thank you so much for the questions and your kind words! I also wish you a wonderful day! :D

[sea-owl]

I'm posting this separate from the au ask that started it mainly because they were just trying to have fun, and I honestly do like the prompt they sent. Unfortunately, certain aspects of it spilled this.

I know many, and I myself have done it, immediately have someone Penelope knows "helps" her with Whistledown from the beginning, but in all honesty the more I sit on it the more I think this is something Penelope had to do on her own. Or, at the very least, she needs to establish by herself. Yeah, she technically had her solicter, but the way that read it honestly came off more as a business mentor than anything else. I think having someone there from the beginning would have led her to blow up on them as she felt they were probably trying to put a leash on her or control what she writes no matter how well meaning they would have been. Lady Whistledown wasn't only a business for Penelope but also an escape.

Alerting Anthony for seasons 1 and 2 would really depend on how far things went before Whistledown was the only out Colin and Eloise had. Anthony says himself in season 1 that thanks to Whistledown saying Marina was pregnant before she came made sure no one even suspected Colin being the father and then them risking what happened to Berbrooke in the beginning of the season when he was basically run out of town for fathering a child out of wedlock. If it was early, then yeah, Anthony can definitely intervene, and hopefully, Colin's dumbass listens because that was another big thing in season 1 that I barley see being brought up, which was that Colin did not listen to anyone who tried to give him advice. Not his mother, his brother, or Penelope.

Then comes season 2, where Eloise is basically doing what she wants and like Colin the season before not listening to anyone's advice. She's also not being careful and putting herself and her staff in danger by coming to the bad part of town in diamonds and silk. She's caught by the queen, and as shown by Genevieve and Penelope's discussion, the queen would only think Penelope is only trying to save her friend if she could get a meeting with the queen at all. Penelope also saved Eloise's virtue being called into question by saying she was seen at political rallies instead alone with a working class man. She could still leave the house and attend functions. If they found out about Theo, Eloise could practically say goodbye to the life she's known and Theo would have a target painted on his back. Plus you would also think having a reason not to attend balls would be something Eloise wants. She's always saying it after all.

With Marina, Penelope has only known her a few months at best, and in those few months, she has tried to get Marina to choose someone else or tell Colin the truth. Yeah, Marina is her cousin, but when Marina pieced together that Penelope loved him, there was no girl code, no don't date your friend's crush. Y'all would be fighting Marina in real life. Now don't get me wrong, I do feel for Marina's situation, but to be honest, Marina was kinda dumb too. If she was smart, the older lord would have been her choice. He was one foot in the grave already, and all he wanted was an heir. Deals like that one weren't that uncommon. The dude probably had like ten years at best, maybe five. Her and Phillip in the show are another thing I won't get into here.

Penelope has known the Bridgertons for years, loves them, so it's really no surprise when her back was to a wall that she chose the family that was always kind to her and in some ways treated her as if she was their own and better than her own family. And this decision to write what she did, both times was shown to deeply hurt Penelope, who I suspected was crossing a personal moral she thought she wouldn't cross.

Now I'm not saying Penelope is completely innocent, I just get annoyed when people make her be the only one to apologize and give the other characters some sort of high ground when in reality Penelope just told the truth of their own actions. Also, don't say that without her, no one would have known there are other confirmed gossip writers in universe, and word gets passed pretty quickly, as shown when Berbrooke was run out of London. Everyone in the Featherington house, family and servants, knew Marina was pregnant it was just a matter of time before the knowledge got out of the house. The queen easily found Eloise, who didn't bother to disguise herself, so someone else could have easily found her too or followed the Bridgerton carriage. In all honesty, everyone just kinda has some growing up to do. Which I'm hoping the writers really show us next season.

[kurokoros]

i'll never forgive the show how they handle their characters' traumas. but esp Steve, he should get a storyline where it gets acknowledged. he should have been the one who got vecna'ed in s4 instead of nancy. steve only ever getting upset about his love life is toxic, people call him a hopeful and positive person, but he never deals with everything. i don't want him depressed out of his mind, but him not feeling anything, and only caring about love is wasted potential. we need more episodes. all of the characters have way more potential than they will ever reach.

i know there is a lot of criticism that the cast is too loaded, but sometimes i wish there was another core teen since the beginning. maybe it's the x reader brain in me, but i wish we had a character who would become friends with Steve in s1, and then it slowly would build up to a friends to lovers situation. it certainly would have been better than the whole love triangle debate in s4. Steve deserves a better love interest, and the payoff would've been great. plus, it wouldn't reduce Steve to Nancy's love interest, how they already started to do in s4. every other of his relationship was botched in favor of this ship.

Steve never getting a plot outside of romance bothers me, but not in the sense that I think he should be single. Like, they could have given him a new girlfriend in S3 and it would have been fine. Good for him. Now can we explore some of that trauma? How's the probable brain trauma going for him? What's his family like? The fact that he didn't get vecna'd is criminal. All I ask for is crumbs, but if we had gotten a full on possession a la S2!Will??? god that would have been so so sexy of the duffers. it would have been so. oh my god. I always think of Stiles from S3B of Teen Wolf, and how it would be so similar of a situation with Steve. no one would suspect it and possessed!Steve would make a terrifying and heartbreaking season antagonist. I know that Billy existed in S3, but I literally did not give a shit about him. Steve being possessed would actually raise the stakes.

The thing about the cast being bloated is that it's not the actual size of the cast that matters so much as how the characters are being used. The new characters have all been sassy comic relief since S3 and could be cut from the plot with minimal changes because their "bonds" with the other characters don't feel believable.

I totally agree about another teen character making sense in S1. Not to self-promote too much on main, but my rewrite/reimagining focuses heavily on an OC named Daphne Hopper, a friend of Steve's that ends up wrapped up in everything. Slow burn. Mutual pining. Steve and Nancy are nipped in the bud midway through S1, basically. I find the premise of "what if one of Steve's friends went missing instead of/alongside Barb in S1?" so compelling, because it would put him into more of an active role in his development, rather than him having a change of heart because of some girl he's been casually dating for like... a month tops? probably less than that judging by how Nancy and Barb talk in episode 1.

[i-cast-teatus-deletus]

Clothing - Hoodies (Part 2)

I don't know if we'll need a warmer sherpa-lined hoodie (it'll depend on the season of both surgeries I'm sure), but I found that Gary Com was running a sale on their sherpa-lined jacket in red marled, which I suspect was overstocked because it's, you know, pink. I got it for 29.31, which is a considerable discount.

Had I read the listing more carefully, I probably wouldn't have gotten it at all (since they recommend sizing up TWO sizes if you're a plus-size), but I bought the 3X and it's...fine? I don't think any smaller would suffice (and the sleeves are weirdly long). It's got enough space to layer stuff under it, and I suspect I'll wear it a good bit in that in-between weather. The zipper looks a lot sturdier than the Champion, too.

The last hoodie was a bit of a whimsical purchase that I discovered while I was looking for other clothing. It definitely fits the criteria of post-surgical clothing, even if it doesn't seem the most practical.

Woman Within's Long Hooded Fleece Sweatshirt Robe is a mind-boggling 53 inches (135 cm) long and is ankle-length on me, and that's the standard length. There's a "petite" that's only 50 (127 cm), and you have to get a similar-but-not identical robe to get anything shorter. (One of the guys wanted the 50-inch one in spite of being super short, like "127 cm is way too long" short, and he just lets it drag on the ground).

WW is a FASCINATING store. WW also has a unique clothing sizing system that I like immensely that makes every size about 2 sizes larger than they would be anywhere else. WW has an amazon storefront, and their own store. Their store often runs sales, but be aware they are currently charging $23.98 for regular ground shipping via their website, and there doesn't seem to be a price threshold at which that is waived. Their amazon storefront doesn't carry every product the website does, and doesn't carry clearance items, but you'll avoid that brutal shipping fee.

The stitching on the two robes we bought varies wildly in quality (one of them, the cuffs will probably need resewn at some point), and the lining also varies wildly. We have one that's been washed twice and looks brand new, and one that's been washed twice and lining is all pilled.

So this is the part where I tell you hate it and I spent $40 EACH on them and regret it, right?

Unfortunately, we love them. We wear them all the time. They're as warm as a hoodie but substantially lighter on the shoulders and neck, which can be nice if you have something like migraines and that weight makes a difference. They are partially synthetic but don't get stiflingly hot like synthetics tend to. The synthetic lining might pill a little but the cotton (or cotton blend) exterior still looks brand new. We have FINALLY retired them for the summer now that it's 28C most days, but I suspect they will come right back out if we get sick or get chilly from the AC.

As a bonus: a picture of the exact robe that I got. Tell me this doesn't look amazing.

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

This is a 2 part response to this meta by @dancinbutterfly and yes, it's a tad all over the place and I might be repeating myself...Anyway, here we go:

Part 1

After reading this meta, I kept seeing posts about how some of us want VegasPete to go on the war path. How so very Vegas to enact a path of death like Ares, the god of war. Although, beside Vegas is Aphrodite the goddess of love. Anyway…VP go on this path of destruction, but it is to dismantle the whole Kingdom? What would this accomplish besides relinquishing control to them? So, yes VP take over as one mafia family/clan? No major clan. No minor clan. No in house divide. No more Capulet and Montague shit. And by doing so it frees KinnPorsche. Kinn, of course, would combat this. Porsche however is both a barricade, a guard, a moat, a shield as the head of the minor family and getting to Kinn is now nigh impossible because Porsche stands there in defense (and I noticed post repsonses to this meta about how Porsche is a Queen and the Queen cannot emulate the Knight, but Porsche however much is a Knight still) which I totally agree with).

Porsche is the stronghold in front of the Kingdom.

However, if Porsche is increasingly still suspect of Korn and even his mother then he’d consider working with Vegas? Basically, Vegas along with Pete pulls a Hamlet (yeah I'm thinking of another Shakes play). It’ll look like nothing has changed because it is Vegas being Vegas, right (and ironically, like a Hamlet, he is acting through the guise of a grieving son)? Also, Korn or most likely Kinn would try to leverage Pete, hoping he could stop this act from happening, but nope. Sorry, any allegiance or loyalty the rook had to the so-called main family is most likely being excised because of his increasing love for Vegas (then if they leveraged so far as Grandma, you’ll be eaten by Aphrodite’s wrath). And Vegas, he will do Ares’s dirty work, but he will keep a vow in this act. So as he said to Porsche once before, “I won’t let anything happen to Pete." And this time it’s heavier because he knows that Pete will follow. And so as with information that’s surfaced, there is no chance in hell Porsche is shooting Pete. Porsche is already shrouded in darkness; not sure he’d stoop that low.

Yet I could see another play within a play to make it look deadly serious.

Do I hate that Porsche would probably have to do all of this behind Kinn’s back? Absolutely. Something concrete must be shown to Kinn regarding this family competition and how it has been so wrong, and your father trapped you into the responsibility of it making sure you’d see no way out (so Korn keeps his Kingdom and legacy intact). Like idk…what exactly makes Kinn finally see and start to fill in the hollowness created by Korn? But he must be carefully shown that all Korn has done is a sheer manipulation and maybe it’s high time, Kinn thinks about a different life that’s still with Porsche, who just so happens to have a perfectly set up dream waiting on a beach. However, as this meta (linking again because I love it) says and I paraphrase, Kinn may have made his choice. He’s heir of the main family and he might even continue that way if Porsche walked away. However, he was inches away (ep 13) from considering leaving this life, choosing Porsche and willing to try a life apart from his family legacy? Yet currently Korn has/had too many gambits. Though, I’d like to think Porsche and Vegas creating a seemingly deadly serious play within a play (and by extension Pete) would make for a delicious gambit that outsmarts the master manipulator (which also kind of means love comes back to bite Korn in the ass!) Only problem is still Namphueng’s moves in this, if she has any. Does she help dismantle the kingdom or does she want it? Considering, we believe a female character could be written into the show much better after her sloppy/weird introduction. Plus, if they continued with KinnPorsche, I do know what I’m speculating is probably a rather impossible direction of where this story could be headed. Wouldn't VegasPete be the perfect device to oust Korn?

It would seem like Porsche's only move.

Part 2

Now, I'm not versed in chess and what power the pieces necessarily have, but I think from other shows (and perhaps irl) we can see how Kingdoms work? Speaking from my soul here, a lot of this made me think of the stories behind the Fire Emblem video games. Divided territory. A Kingdom. An Empire. An Alliance. Knights. Mercenaries. Really though, the KP world probably does act more like a Capulet and Montague thing, but instead of two different royal families constantly at each other's throats, this is an in house divide?

So...really after reading the meta, you bet I can adapt to this chess metaphor. Also, this meta (and thank you again for writing it) answered my question: WHY KINN AS HEIR? 

I hadn't taken into account any of the others being too emotional (Tankhun, Kim and Vegas). Then it got me thinking aside and perhaps a little off base. As I type this out, I don’t know how to feel about Korn’s move to show “mercy” to Vegas. Isn’t this what Pete believed would happen? Which kind of falls into that thing about Korn creating a surface presence of sorts, only revealing what he wants so you (in this case one of his rooks, Pete) fills in the rest of it? To Pete, Korn has made himself look like the "merciful" type but doled out punishments not directly from him are also the norm?

So...Pete believed that if Vegas had turned himself in, Korn would be merciful. Ironically, it turned out that way right in front of him, but also right after Korn mows down Gun which is really of no consequence (after all he was the one in the wrong, ambushing the major family yet so is Vegas). If Korn was being “merciful” in a way towards Kinn and Porsche, then why couldn’t he be merciful to Vegas and in effect to Pete's decision to follow his heart (because Vegas not dying is literally why Pete gets to fulfill his decision)? Granted, it is a conflicting decision to make…a prime example of trying to remain loyal in servitude of the Kingdom or making your own choice. A matter of the heart, and of course, I’m content with Pete making this decision, but it feels like another leash? Not that Korn has any CARE to kill Vegas? Like he has the convoluted, manipulative reasons, but does he CARE to, as if doing it would be and has always been such an easy thing to do? And it could've been by Korn's own hand, but Vegas eventually becomes outnumbered. Plus, do you think if Korn killed Vegas (even with this strange animosity fettering between them) Kinn would raise an eyebrow or no?

But why take the time since his nephews are no longer a choice (and have never been a choice to lead) by killing Gun? It’s just, in the middle of all of this, I want to believe that Pete can no longer be a piece to move. He resigned and because of who his heart is following this rook took himself off the board? But the “take care of him” seems like a loosely veiled gambit. The gambit being played is whether Korn thinks he has kept Pete on the board as the way to keep Vegas on the leash, which he may not have had to bother creating because Vegas was ready to end himself, but why would Korn care about that? He doesn’t care about the emotional downfall, but perhaps counted on it?

Yet by telling Pete, to "take care of him" Korn thinks it is a way to keep the rook (and essentially have Vegas “controlled”) and he makes himself look merciful to Pete but at the same time this is very much Pete’s choice? And by it very much being the rook's choice it has consequences for Korn later on? And maybe this comes from me thinking that Vegas could have a later down the road reaction? I don’t know…but I too believe that Korn is not omniscient except perhaps in knowing all he needed to about the Queen piece (Porsche).  How much did he know about Pete and Vegas? It just feels intriguing to me that Porsche tells Vegas to take care of Pete and then Korn tells Pete to take care of Vegas.  Both statements seem to come from different reasoning and intentions?

Also, I’d always thought Pete would eventually become a Queen in this game too (however, this thought might be in favor of the d/s VP dynamic)? Coincidentally, that’d mean I believe Vegas could be King but by the rules of Korn’s game that’s nigh impossible. Then there's the idea of Vegas and Pete being out of the game entirely which could in effect make Vegas more dangerous (and be part of Korn’s mistake in trying to keep his power in whatever way he wants)? And we can already see what Pete my maybe Queen can do especially in a blind rage. Could that be quelled in a more calculated sense? That Pete, in defense of Vegas, would consider who he is facing this time? Then maybe Pete is stuck as a rook, perhaps more like a perpetual Knight who will now defend Vegas entirely? Like he ain’t playing no games anymore whether he is on Korn’s chess board. The stark, defiant Knight basically born from the “I’m just following my heart” and is no longer choosing to serve the Kingdom. Pete could also be the kind of Knight who has become a mercenary so to speak. Vegas and Pete (plus Macau) if off the chess board, are now mercenaries with an extreme and latching loyalty to their newly created unit?

Meaning Pete would have wavering (if any at all) loyalties towards the main family (because most of the time mercenaries act of their own choices) which contrasts with Porsche being used as the Queen to check the White King. Meaning Pete cannot be as easily manipulated especially if he’s off the chess board? Sure, Pete probably wouldn’t rampage against them without fully “justified” reasons in his mind because at this point (as Korn wanted), it’s going against Kinn and Porsche not Korn (which none of them have considered to do except maybe Kim?). Really I think what's underestimated is how nearly excised Pete's loyalty to the main family is becoming just because he's falling in love with Vegas? And this is an intriguing question I just now asked in this, because you mentioned that Kinn won't back out of this life. Kinn has made his choice to be the heir and he wouldn't walk away even if Porsche walked away. Yet Pete (a lowly rook/knight) is essentially walking away but towards someone Korn didn't have to be "merciful" towards but seemingly was.

The pool scene was literally right after resigning and trying to stop Vegas from killing himself and when he succeeds and then watches it ripped away from him (yeah, in that moment blind rage makes sense). Pete believes the main family has always been "merciful" enough in this type of world and probably towards the minor family most of the time. Plus, towards his grandmother apparently enough to the point KINN can make phone calls to her. Tankhun sends men to her house? Dependent on the situation, we'd all want grandmothers or anyone close to us unknown to even the main family. Which obviously is not possible, in this line of work, since all the connections this family has and so they would know almost every detail about you and even make it their aim to do just that as you're "hired" on. Yet it’s merciful because we protect her, and you work for us. A life for a life.

At this point, I make no sense or so it feels like it and I supposed I went heavy on the Vegas Pete of this rather than a whole picture? It just feels odd. Even if they are mercenaries off the chess board (technically now capable of their own choices, which is also something Kim has been doing??) it would always feel like a shadow. They know where Grandma lives, and even with Pete resigning and Vegas’s “function” in the family being excised, it’s not as if they really escaped, but maybe just a tad more than Kinn and Porsche? And I know that Kinn and Porsche are not actively seeking punishment towards them, especially Vegas. Fact is, they’re taking care of them which technically keeps Vegas and Pete chess board adjacent…but in the end, it feels so dirty to think about Korn’s line, “history is written by the victor” and then there's also the nagging bit of it all, which is the fact that Korn would NEVER “relinquish” power so easily. Has he relinquished or just delegated power and as we’ve seen he simply moved the pieces? Porsche being the piece he had been missing to start the game, but had to alter the game along the way because of the falling in love part he couldn’t really predict (for both couples)? Still think the love part on all fronts (familial or romantic) can come back and bite Korn in the ass?

Maybe this is too simple but as I was watching the last episode and when Korn did shoot Gun, I went...okay, now this whole scheme REALLY only looks like an elaborate way to assassinate your brother and establish the legacy you can easily manipulate.

It feels like Korn wants to keep everything in place and he has. Maintain power, but shoulder less of the responsibility? Nothing seems taken out on him. It's always Kinn did this. Kinn did that. Tankhun did this. Kim this. Chan this. Nothing ever mentioned of orders from the higher source though we know Chan does act most of the time for the higher source, and we do see the orders given to Kinn...but somehow Korn delegates often enough, making sure the source of the blame, punishment etc is never reflected on him yet it's all him? Which in an effect is why Pete could see him as "merciful?"

Sure, Porsche and Kinn are for the most part on the same page, but it's still the Battle of the Two Families (and really naming it that does feel very Capulet and Montague)? Since, I kept thinking of R & J, Mercutio's one line popped up and remember he was caught in the house divide plus by love:

A plague o' both your houses

They have made worms meat of me...

Yet figuratively speaking one could say it's already made worms meat of Porsche (consider the comment in this meta about Porsche looking as if he aged 10 years from a month of this) and its has since an early age made worms meat of Kinn, his brother and cousins (even the men working for them), but Kinn has yet to see or doesn't want to see that his father is actually manipulating everything for some reason?

In Korn's mind, there's actually no dismantling of this Kingdom. As long as Korn has control/power round and round it goes so Kinn and by extension Porsche are callously caught inside this Kingdom- no, not caught, handed the responsibility of it.

Then there’s Porsche's Mom which is the bigger mystery, I suppose.

So...basically there is enough to continue this story. Yet, not so sure it'd go any of the direction I've typed out here. Personally, as I mentioned in Part 1, I do think it'd be plausible to see Porsche and Vegas (plus Pete) create a play within a play that looks so deadly serious especially if the story portrayed Porsche as increasingly suspicious of Korn.

[merakiui]

welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

[charliedawn]

Imagine being the only angel that likes Lucifer and is still fighting for his redemption

" Chloe ! You have awful neighbors, did you know that..?!"

" Lucifer !"

The devil doesn't have the time to make one more step inside the room that you are already jumping in his arms. He sighs as he recognizes you and awkwardly pats your back until you untangle yourself from him, a wide smile spread across your face.

" Y/N..What are you doing here ?"

He asks straight away, but you only shrug nonchalantly, as if your presence was of no importance.

" Just wanted to check on you ! Are you alright ? Father told me that you could use some company ! Plus, aren't I allowed to visit my favorite angel from time to time ?!"

He looks at Chloe that only shrugs at him, as clueless as he is. She had noticed you waiting near her house and had first suspected you to be a threat, but the way you had smiled at her had immediately made her trust you somehow.

" Chloe is a wonderful woman ! I understand why you like her so much. Thank you for the tea."

Lucifer looks at the empty cup and raises an eyebrow at the detective.

" Hey ! Why didn't you ever made me some tea ?"

Chloe scoffs at his poor attempt at jealousy before walking past him.

" Because A) She's better behaved and B) She isn't the Devil. Now, you two have a lot to catch up on I assume, so I'll be taking Trixie to the zoo while you two take care of whatever you're here for.."

She glances at you knowingly and you smile gratefully at her. She slams the door behind her and as soon as she is gone, Lucifer loses his playful smile and looks at you with a worried expression.

" Y/N..What are you really doing here ? You are one of his favorites. You have to return up there. It is not safe down here.."

You frown at his sudden seriousness and give a little pout before replying, your arms crossed.

" But it is for you ? You were one of us, Luci. The Greatest. It hurt me so much when I saw you fall and I am still fighting for your redemption ! You have changed. You have changed so much and I am not about to give up because you have !"

His eyes start watering despite himself and he asks you with a tremor in his voice.

" Why still believe in me ? There is nothing to save anymore..Why try so hard, Y/N ?"

You seem to think about it for a while before sighing and looking up at him with a hopeful smile.

" Because, I remember who you were..I remember who we were to each other and it was so beautiful, Luci. We were beautiful. When you fell, it took Michael, Azrael and Gabriel to keep me from jumping after you. I love you, Luci. We all did at some point but, even if the others chose to forget, I didn't..If only your pride hadn't taken control over you. You could have been magnificent, the angel of angels..This is also why I decided to take care of Hell while you're gone, covering your absence from Dad.."

He frowns in incomprehension before you smile and take his appearance in front of him.

" Neat trick, huh ? Nobody noticed the difference up there..Well, almost nobody. Gabriel did, but he promised not to tell anyone."

He had almost forgotten completely about Hell and takes your hands to kiss your knuckles in a simple act of humble tenderness, knowing what you were risking in helping him, knowing what HE would do if he knew.

" I'm sorry. I just wanted to feel loved..I just wanted HIM to be proud of me..I don't regret what I did that day, but if I regret anything..It's to have made you suffer, my little angel.."

You stroke his hair softly and smile compassionately at him.

" HE knows..HE is always watching you and know that you were doing what you thought was just..One day, you will come back home and that day, I'll be here, waiting for you.."

Luci looks up at you and gently runs his hand through your locks. He then kisses your forehead and you smile before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck.

" No matter what happens, you'll always have me, Luci.."

You look up at him with all of the love you feel for this cursed angel and Lucifer tightens his grip on you, his eyes momentarily turning red with emotions.

" This is what scares me, Y/N..My poor angel, waiting for me will destroy you. I will never come back. Either Father will send me back to Hell or I'll stay here, among the humans."

You bite your lower lip before looking up at him and finally admit what you had agreed on with the great above.

" I know..This is why Gabriel has allowed me to rule Hell while you stay here, permanently, or at least until Dad finds out.."

His eyes widen at the news and he shakes his head negatively before cradling your face with his hands, almost crying at your act of kindness.

" Oh no, my darling..I..I'm sure he didn't say that, he couldn't have agreed to that. You must have misunderstood..You can't do that..Gabriel would never let you do that. And even if he did, I can't ask you to do that for me.."

You puff your cheeks, upset at his lack of faith.

" Why don't you believe me ?! Have you forgotten that the code forbids me to lie ?! Or do you have such little faith on my abilities ?!"

He laughs at your grumpy expression and shakes his head, making you understand that that wasn't what he meant, before putting his forehead against yours.

" Oh no, angel..It's not about not believing that you are good enough, I know that you are. It's about you not being here, right now, with me..Not being blamed for something that should be my responsibility.."

You try to make sense of his words until you seem to understand and burst out laughing to his astonishment.

" I see what's happening here ! You're afraid I'll put myself between you and the lovely policewoman ! But, don't worry, I'll be as discreet as a mouse as long as I'll stay here..I'm just here for a month and then, I'll be gone. I even got a job as a teacher at the school of Trixie, so you won't have to worry about me asking for money ! Lovely kid by the way !"

If Lucifer didn't have a headache before, he certainly did now..He is overwhelmed by the amount of information you've just given him and falls on the sofa. You follow him and sit next to him with your eternal sweet smile on your face and he runs his hand over his face, worry and tiredness written all over his features. You put your hands on his shoulders and your chin upon one of your hands, trying to soothe him by stroking his shoulders with your thumbs reassuringly.

" Let me take care of you..You've suffered enough, my wonderful little snake.."

Lucifer smiles at the familiar nickname before laying his hand over your back and looking down at you with teary eyes.

" Even after all this time, you still accept me ? You still find the strength in yourself to love me ?"

You answer him with a wide grin.

" Always. I'll always love you, Luci..They can tell me whatever they want, I know you and who you really are. I've seen every single part of you and I will always love all of them. Your flaws and your imperfections are what makes you so perfect..Can't you see ? You're not Father's greatest failure, your Father's greatest wonder. I could never be as human and empathetic as you are, I could never love them the way you can, because you understand them. Their desires, dreams and feelings are in you as well. In some way, I envy you. You'll always be closer to them than I'll ever be.."

Lucifer listens to your words with great attention and when you're finished, he looks at you like he's never looked at anyone before. He is full of gratitude and can't stop smiling at the abundance of kindness you had bestowed upon him. He kisses the palm of your hands, tears rolling down his cheeks and his heart swollen with adoration and devotion towards you.

" There is nothing great about humanity, but you seem to always see good in everything and everyone..You can't imagine how much I've missed you.."

You giggle as he peppers you face with kisses.

" I've missed you too, Luci..But, I think you should probably stop acting this way, or people will think you have a soft spot.."

You tease him and he takes a fake gasp before pointing a finger at himself.

" Me ?! Why never..?!"

You chuckle at his false startled expression before wrapping your hands around his waist to mumble against his shoulder.

" I love you, Luci..I know you don't believe me, but I really do."

He glances down at you with open tenderness before slowly petting the top of your head with care.

" I know, love..But, we both know that it will end in misery for the both of us.."

You smile up at him and kiss him on the cheek before replying with a shrug. You tighten your hold on him and make yourself even more comfortable by laying your head on his thighs.

" Misery with you is better than misery without you.."

He sighs loudly before looking down at you and seeing you suddenly asleep..Unaware that you were still somehow able to hear him, he whispers almost sorrowfully to himself.

" What hurts the most is that..You won't remember anything of what you just said.."

He watches your silent form for a while and takes a shaky breath before looking up at the sky, knowing that HE is listening.

" Punishing me wasn't enough ? You had to punish her as well ? How many centuries must you make her suffer and wait for something that will never happen ? You promised that when I would fall, she would stay safe..You gave me your word ! You turned around and left me to fall without her or you ! Can you imagine the pain I felt when I woke up in that dreadful place; alone and scared. And not only did you leave me, you took her away from me too ! You promised you wouldn't, and yet you did ! You gave up on us ! You gave up on me ! And just when I thought I would finally be able to forget her and live with Chloe, you send her to me and make me love her all over again ! What must I do to finally be able to forget ! I've done what you asked, over and over again ! I erased her memory every time she would come to see me ! I made sure that she would not remember all the moments we shared together after my fall ! And yet, you can't even keep an eye on her and let her run Hell alone ?! Why ?! To make me even more guilty ?! Every 100 years ! Every 100 years you let her come down here and make me suffer by erasing everything ! I thought that once I would be among them, she wouldn't be able to find me anymore, but as always, I'm trapped and must see the only person I love forget about me, over and over again.."

He starts crying and doubles in pain at the rage eating him up from the inside. This is where he feels it, a small tremor, a slight change in body position..He freezes in horror and looks down at you, to meet directly with your wide glassy eyes full of pain and grief.

"..Every 100 years ?.."

His breath stops as he understands that you've been listening to him and shakes his head at his own stupidity.

" Luci...? How many times did I come here to see you ?"

As he bites his lower lip in order not to answer you, you straighten up and ask again firmly, all joy having left your voice.

" How many times, Lucifer ?"

His eyes wander around the room before looking back at you and his heart tightens as he knows that he couldn't lie to you anymore.

" 50 times..You came 50 times and every time, you took a body and as soon as this body would reach its limit, you would die and get back up there with HIM..He would reset your memory and you would forget everything if I didn't do it first..while I remember everything. It hurts, Y/N..Just when I thought I could forget about you, he sends you again.."

You open your mouth agape at the news and look at the body you had taken and feel tears gathering up in your eyes. For centuries, you've fought for Lucifer's redemption, not even noticing that you were the one who was also being punished.

" This woman..Do you love her ?"

You suddenly ask and Lucifer stays silent for a moment before finally confessing.

" Not as much as you.."

You laugh at his answer before shaking your head and looking back at him with tears in your eyes, still full of compassion for him.

" But you will..You will love her with all of your heart and, knowing you, you will find a way for her to be by your side forever, something I can't be.."

He was about to deny your words, but you don't let him and stand up to walk towards the door. He quickly does the same and puts his hand over yours when you were about to use the handle to open the door.

" Please, angel..It is hard enough for me to know that I have very little time with you..Don't go."

He pleads and it takes all of your strength not to indulge in his request. You turn around and kiss him with a burning passion, to let him know that you weren't leaving him because you wanted to..But because you knew that there was nothing that you could do that wouldn't end up in tears and blood, because you love him. When he opens his eyes again, you are gone and he falls to his knees, knowing that it was probably the last time he would see you, or be intimate with you in this life. He knows that you've just given him the highest form of mercy there is: this kiss, signifying his freedom and the start of his new life..But then, why does it hurt so much ? As if you had just taken a part of himself with you..He looks up to see the car of Chloe that parks in front of the house, a very excited Trixie in her arms and wipes his tears away to smile at the family that he had learned to be a part of.

" So, is your friend gone ?"

Chloe asks, looking around to see if you were still in the house. Lucifer frowns before asking, confused.

" What friend ?"

One month later :

" Be safe on your way back, okay Trixie ?"

Trixie smiles up at you and nods vividly.

" Don't worry, my dad is coming to get me !"

You ark an eyebrow, wondering if Chloe had finally got herself a man to look after Trixie..not suspecting one bit that Lucifer would be the one entering your classroom to get Trixie. The little girl jumps in his arms and you can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, as well as Lucifer's obvious awkwardness. When you make eye contact, you simply smile politely at each other and he turns around to get the girl back home. Perfect strangers. When he is gone however, you feel a pain in your chest and have to grip on the nearby table in order to support yourself. When you look up, you see Gabriel and smile bitterly, knowing why he was here..

" So, my time has come then, Gab ?"

He looks almost apologetic when he extends his hand towards you and answers affirmatively.

" You know the drill, Y/N..one month with him. You're the one who wished to share his burden..Hell is waiting.."

You close your eyes and nod in submission.

" I know..Lead the way, Gabriel."

Lucifer is feeling uneasy..He has this feeling that he knew that teacher somehow..But couldn't seem to recall where he could have seen her before..

" You know, the new teacher is really nice ! She got us some cake today, and said that I was going to become a very fine lady when I grow up !"

She puffs her chest out proudly and Lucifer smiles while they arrive at Chloe's house.

" Really ? And what else did she tell you ?"

Trixie frowns in deep concentration before answering him.

" Well..her name is Y/N..And when I said to her that I was friends with the devil, she told me to take care of him, as he is a very special friend.."

Lucifer chuckles before opening the door of his car and letting the little girl out to enter the house where her mother was trying desperately to find an explanation to her new case, not supernatural this time. It was rather refreshing..However, his thoughts come back to the earlier event when he had made eye contact with you, your smile had almost seemed..sad ? Y/N..Y/N..Where had he already heard that name before ? He searches in each corner of his memory, the feeling of knowing nagging and annoying him. He is in the middle of the driveway when he suddenly remembers and stops abruptly. His tires screech loudly on the pavement when he pulls back. He starts driving at a fast speed towards the school.

" Wait for me Y/N, I'm coming.."

You find yourself on the top of the school and look at Gabriel that seems to read your thoughts.

" He's not coming.."

You smile sadly at the prospect and nod understandingly.

" I know..Hell needs me, and he doesn't."

You take a big breath before opening your eyes, the last rays of sunlight reflecting in your eyes as your body starts shifting into his.

" Are we ready to go, Lucifer ?"

You smile at Gabriel's new name for you and nod before looking at yourself and smirking, the same smirk you had learned to love and hate as you were exercising how to do it in front of your mirror.

" Let's go, humans are such a boredom anyway !"

If Gabriel hadn't seen the transformation with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was the true Lucifer that was now standing before him..It is just when you deploy your white wings that he remembers that it is still you, under all of that pretend..You are both about to take your leave when you hear the loud bang of a car crashing nearby. You both look down and see Lucifer get out of the car, his eyes flashing a bright orange as he looks up at you. You shiver at the anger radiating from him and try to fly up after Gabriel. However, Lucifer shouts your name in such a guttural and ferocious way that you freeze.

" Y/N ! Don't you dare fly away from me ! I forbid you to go !"

You glance down at him and see that he has taken his true appearance back and each step he takes are trailed by little flames of Hell's fire. You shake your head and tear your eyes away from him to take a step back and jump in the air to follow Gabriel. Gabriel tries to warn you, but before he could utter a word, someone had tackled you to the ground in mid-air. When you look up, you see a very angry Lucifer on top of you and it's the first time that you are actually scared of him.

" Luci..? Wh..What are you..?!"

" Enough !"

He cuts you off with all of his mighty authority and you can't do anything but stay quiet as he glares at you.

" What do you think will happen if any of the demons down there recognizes you ?! What went through your little naive mind to think that that would ever work ?! You're an angel, Y/N ?! Come on, you really thought about the consequences of your actions ?!"

Your lower lip quivers at his harsh words and you feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks. He grins evilly at you before wiping your tears in a false gesture of sympathy.

" Aww..If you had done your researches like a good little angel, you would have known that Lucifer Morningstar doesn't cry.."

" Liar !"

You shout back and he smirks at your insult.

" See ? Progress."

He then stands up and yanks you up just as Gabriel flies down next to the both of you. He looks at the both of you before sighing and taking a step back, making you understand that he wouldn't take part of what was to unfold.

" I don't know what's going on, and I don't have the time to care..All I know is that I have to bring one of you in Hell before the gates close tonight.."

You and Lucifer look at each other and Lucifer is surprised to see you get on a fighting stance, but smiles at the determination in your eyes.

" You want to got to Hell ? Fine by me..But you'll have to go through me first."

Far from feeling threatened, Lucifer is amused by your strength of will and his smile widens. He slowly takes back his human form and cracks his fingers theatrically before gesturing for you to step closer with his index.

" Wanna fight the devil ? I must warn you, it plays dirty.."

You smile at his innuendo before running towards him and throw a punch at his face. He takes a step back, not having expected you to actually be fighting him, but quickly composes himself and tries to knock you out with a blow to the head. However, you're too fast and make him fall by round kicking his legs. You can't help but smile smugly at his startled expression.

" Have I forgotten to mention that I've been learning a thing ot two about fighting with Michael ?"

He groans at the name of his brother and quickly stands up to attack again. Soon, you are both fighting each other seriously and, blow after blow, both get tired. Gabriel doesn't even know which one is which at the end, when you both pass out. However, Time is running out and he decides to take the closest Lucifer to fly away. He succeeds in arriving to the gates just in time and when you wake up, you find yourself in Hell. You look around and see the billions of souls being tortured and it takes all of your self-control not to throw up and remain poised on your throne of stone. You close your eyes and take multiple breaths to calm yourself. When you open your eyes, you sit straight and whisper to yourself.

" Okay..Here we go, Lucifer..Wish me luck.."

[yan-twst]

(٩( 'ω' )و your wish is my command anon)

warnings: mentions of blood & death, drugging, kidnapping, toxic / manipulative relationships, some vaguely mentioned / implied nsfw, blackmailing

Lilia Vanrouge

just like he can telepor easily, he can make his darling dissapear from the public's eye with a blink. one second they are going into their room- the next thing they know they're trapped in an unfamiliar house somewhere in the valley of thorns

he'll pop up at random to scare his darling. they may think they're completely alone in lilia's ancient manor- until the fae pops up from the ceiling at random and scares them to heaven.

does he need blood to survive? who knows! he won't tell his darling if the reason why he bites with his sharp fangs is to nourish himself or to torment them. is his darling going crazy, or do they feel warm and fuzzy when he drinks? oh, isn't vampire saliva fabled to act as a mild aphrodisiac? who knows! he will never tell, leaving his darling confused and disoriented

don't let his innocent demeanor fool you. lilia is one of the most sadistc students in all of nrc. he isn't above roughing up his darling a little bit, be it with his fangs or with magic. he would never hurt them too badly, and if he accidentally got carried away he'd heal them with magic as soon as he realized- he can't have his darling die on him!

he's painfully aware of how short other creature's lives are compared to his. if his darling is anything other than a fae or another creature with a long lifespan- if they're anything like a human, beastperson, or merfolk, he'll take it upon himself to extend their life. not even death will let his darling escape his grasp

and about escape... his darling can try all they want. the manor is charmed with every protection and anti-escape spell known to man and fae. the front door? once his darling manages to pick the lock and cross it they find themselves back in their room. jump out a window? like magic they fall and bounce on the bed of the master bedroom. it's so dizzying an soul crushing that his darling will probably give up worryingly fast

Cater Diamond

he just loooves to keep his darling all pretty and tied up in his room! it took him way too much work to manage to get rid of his dorm roomates- not to mention even more work for riddle to not replace them with new ones, but it was so worth it. now he was the big 4 bed dorm room to himself, and his darling.

as far as peoole know, his darling dropped out of nrc and visits Cater during the weekends. that's the story he tells- and hey, look! he uploads pics with his darling on magicam during weekends. nobody suspects he's just keeping them locked in his room

he NEEDS his darling close as much as he can. he's a needy person in the physical sense- his darling better be ready to please him as much as they can. when he's stressed from a test? annoyed at riddle? sad because his livestream only had twenty viewers? his darling better be ready to have some "fun"

cater loves ropes! red ropes tying down his darling not only look fabulously sexy and hot, but they also help him keep them under control and not escape. he definitely has a folder of photos in his cellphone of his darling all tied up- the kind of photos that would cause a huge scandal for his darling if they got out

keeping photos of his darling in their most intimate and lewd moments is also a good strategy. not only are they good for him to look at when he's feeling frustrated and his darling is just too tired, but he also uses them to keep his darling under control. after all, it they escape... well, they already know an escape attempt means he'd release those photos to the world

Kalim Al-Asim

Scarabia dorm's infrastructure is basically paid for by the Al-Asim family, so he has no problem in adding a huge room with a big, personal bathroom for him and his darling. Nobody other than him and Jamil are allowed in there.

He'll try to win his darling over with gifts and riches. Clothes, jewelry, exotic pets, fancy drinks- nothing is too big of an expense for his darling. What's worse is that depending on how he phrases it, he can probably convince his family he's courting a person who will allow him to be a better leader, and so his family will begin to shower his darling with gifts too

Although he keeps his darling captive, he doesn't want to force them to love him. But it's pretty difficult for his darling to stay mad at him- even though he doesn't outwardly guilt trip them with all his gifts, his darling can't help but feel indebted... plus, he treats them so gently... is it the stockholm syndrome setting in already?

it doesn't help that Jamil is working in the shadows to keep his master happy. kalim would never dare hurt or threaten his darling- however, it wouldn't be shocking for jamil to secretly threaten kalim'd darling- "act more loving towards Kalim." is a scary command when jamil is holding a dagger up to their neck.

jamil also isn't above slipping mild sedatives or love potins into kalim's darling's drinks- anything to make kalim happy. kalim will be overjoyed when his darling hugs and kisses them out of their own will, saying they love him- although in the back of his mind, he'll probably know that the drink jamil served his darling smelled like love potion...

Vil Schoenheit

he'll break his darling. he wants no complaints and no tantrums- his darling better be good at obeying his orders and quietly accepting anything he does unless they want their mind and soul to be broken for real by him

he dresses them up in clothes he likes, he does their makeup in the way he likes, he choses what they may eat, and he will not allow them to stay far away from him. he might use a spell that will quite literally bring pain to his darling it they stray too far away from him

he does want to flaunt his beautiful doll, though- on his magicam, and he'll absolutely get them to model in gigs with him. he'll run makeup collections that best fit his doll and make them the face of said collection. the effect? that now his darling's whole existence is tied to him. there is no place for them now other than at his side- unless they'd like to risk the public backlash of daring to try and leave.

his daring is fed love potions in increasingly large doses. at first it was simply for them to not behave suspiciously in public- however, vil slowly became addicted to his darling showing him affection. he grew to be unable to stand the way his darling would act cold and scared of him when they weren't under the effects of a love potion.

it gets to the point where vil needs to give them love potions daily- when in the beginning one was supposed to last for a couple months. however, vil simply cannot function without his darling's love now; and that love can only exist as long as he keeps them under a potion's effect

[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted Part 3

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, human trafficking, mentions of non-con, minor character’s death.

Words: 1600.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Peter is an adult!

This chapter turned out to be shorter, but it's still pretty eventful. Hope you're going to like it <3

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"But what... what if he won't like me? What if he'll take me away?" You sobbed, panic taking over you as you imagined Tony Stark pressing a gun to your forehead.

"No, he'd never do that." Peter left a little kiss behind your ear. "Mr. Stark doesn't take the gifts he's made back. You don't have to be afraid of that."

You sniffed at his words. That's what you were now. A gift. A possession. A pet whose job was keeping its master happy. You had to be grateful you were given to someone like Peter, at least. You didn't know whether he would always treat you kindly, but as of now he had never threatened to hurt you. You could only pray for him to fancy you so he wouldn't throw you away like some garbage - apparently, Tony Stark treated his women exactly like that.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Of course, you got upset." Peter cuddled with you some more, but you weren't sure whether he was being sincere. Wasn't he sending you a clear message?

Don't go against me or you'll end just like her.

"Oh, I have an idea. Let's go out! Do you wanna see the movie or something?"

You did your best to wipe away your tears and stared at the boy, perplexed. "What?"

"We have a nice little cinema not far from here. We could go right now, just let me check what they've having today."

"But didn't you say I can't leave this place?"

"I meant without me." He showed you the same smug smirk Stark was wearing all the time, and you lowered your gaze to Peter's chest instead. "With me close you can go wherever you want to."

Funny thing to say. In thruth, you could go wherever he wanted to take you.

"Wow, they're having Beyond Darkness in 30 min! We gotta go, you'll loooove this."

"Sure."

In five minutes you were already hurrying after Peter and trying to look nowhere but your shoes. Regardless of what was there in Stark's Tower, you didn't want to see it, not even mentioning all those guys with guns scattered across the building. Peter was saying his hello to each and every one of them as if he were some mafia's social butterfly.

Whatever. You knew Peter was Tony's favorite not because he had a pretty face. You had never particularly asked what his role in all this was, but it was obviously something way bigger than running errands for the gang. Maybe it was better to never figure it out.

"Hey girl, wanna have fun?" Somebody to your left asked you, and you flinched involuntarily, keeping your head low.

Peter stopped in the very same second and sent the stranger a hard look.

"Mike, you offer my girl drugs one more time and I'm gonna shoot your cute little brother in the leg, you hear me?"

You raised your eyes to Peter's smiling face and regretted it immediately. There was something so dark in his gaze you wanted to turn around and run until you were back to your room, hiding somewhere in the corner.

"Shit! Sorry, Spidey!" The guy's high-pitched voice sounded frightened. "Didn't know you got a girl!"

"Yeah, yeah, see you later, we're kind of busy now." Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you away, heading to the exit. "I forgot to mention before that we don't do drugs. At all. They're good for business, but not for us, ok, Baby?"

"Yes, Peter." You answered and kept chewing your lips, thinking of all the things he had just said. You suspected him to be more ruthless when you weren't around, but never to such extent. How damn scary was real Peter Parker?

"And don't worry, I'd never shoot his brother in whatever part of his body." The boy said it like it was something obvious and you didn't even need to pay attention to it.

Why then did that guy look completely horrified?

When you had finally stepped outside and felt the wind playing with your hair you were ready to cry. Just walking out of the Tower was a fucking torture.

It was already dark, and you pulled the zipper on your pretty blue jacket up, going almost shoulder to shoulder with Peter. Normally you'd be at least a little scared to walk the streets of a big city at night, but the guy your mother had warned you about was already holding your hand.

The place the boy brought you to was truly small but cozy with nice vintage red seats, the delicious smell of caramel popcorn spreading everywhere. It turned out that the movie was something in between Star Wars and Star Trek, which wasn't surprising because Peter was a sucker for anything related to sci-fi. Anyway, it wasn't bad and you actually enjoyed watching it. The movie helped you to keep your mind off your earlier encounter with the drug trafficker and the words Peter said.

The only way to live like that and stay sane was to turn a blind eye to anything that happened around, you thought. It was cowardly and revolting, but what could you do against one of the most, if not the most, dangerous gangs in New York? Surely, even if by some miracle you could flee the Tower and go to police, would they really be willing to help you? No, they would return you to Mr. Stark. You were a hundred percent sure he got it covered.

"Are you feeling tired, Baby?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Peter who smiled at you so lovingly it could make any girl cry.

"Just a little bit."

"Want me to give you a massage when we gonna get home?" His expression quickly turned devious, and he winked at you.

Yeah, great, now you'd have him fucking you before your knees were giving out. The kid had such stamina he could be an Olympic athlete, no less.

"Aw, I love when you blush like that." Chuckling, he put his arm around your shoulders and inched closer to give you a quick peck on the lips. You forced youself to enjoy his little signs of affection and start thinking you ought to be thankful he wasn't into heavy BDSM practices or something like that.

While you two were kissing again, you heard someone's loud footsteps as if this person just jumped out of the corner, and then there was a hateful outburst, "Stay were you are. Your wallets, quick!"

You froze, your hands getting cold as you stared at the face of a guy standing in front of you with a knife in his hands. He was clearly unstable, sick - you could see the dark circles around his eyes, the unhealthy color of his skin, and his greasy hair sticking to his forehead. You didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was twice bigger than Peter. The guy would probably have no problem with slicing both him and you into pieces if you didn't comply.

"I said g-"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Peter let out a frustrated sigh before you heard the loud sound of the gun firing.

There was a little black hole in the guy's chest, blood seeping through his dirty white t-shirt and coloring it in a beautiful deep ruby color. You could see the confusion in the eyes of the stranger, his mouth half-open. Slowly, he went down before his legs gave out and he landed at the ground with a loud thud. He didn't move after that.

"Come on, attacking a couple of high shoolers? You're such a psycho, man. Who were you gonna go after us? Kids?" Peter rolled his eyes and hid the gun under his bomber, turning away from the man he murdered and shouting to someone behind him. "It's ok, people! It's just me, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Calm down, go home, it's late!"

You were still staring at the large pool of blood spreading beneath the body of a stranger - lack of light made it look like it was an odd black liquid. Before you could take your eyes elsewhere, you felt bile quickly going up your throat and vomitted, moving to lean your hand on the wall of a building. He killed him. Peter killed him. You didn't even see him pulling out the gun.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." The boy gently held back your hair when you threw up again, feeling scared, disgusted, feverish and cold at the same time. "That's why I don't like drugs and what they do to people. That shithead lost his mind, you see? No sane guy would ever jump on me or my girl like that."

Despite him being so tender, you couldn't even turn your head to look at him as you started shaking from his touch.

You kept emptying your stomach a few more minutes before Peter softly wiped your mouth with his handkerchief and took your arm, walking you back to the Tower and saying all those unnecessary things about how terrible some people are and how everyone has to take care in the dangerous world they're living in. You didn't hear half of that, but you cared little for his chattering.

Peter had shot the man without showing even the slightest regret. He'd shoot you the same way if you ever turned against him - he was Stark's favourite, after all.

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[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, hope your doing well! 

1: Ran feels the same both before and after Ran forgave Ranbob. He cant help but feel guilty and tends to avoid bringing up past memories incase Ranbob doesnt remember them, cause he can't stand to see the confused look in Ranbobs eyes that soon turn to one full of sadness and a sort of emptiness. It makes Ran feel awful. It also causes Ran to think that their childhood and old relationship is gone. Which particularly keeps Ran distant from his brother, because he's scared and doesn't want to redo everything if Ranbob will just forget it.

8: All of the above. Cletus is a chaotic shit that loves creating and hearing about anything chaotic. Also he has burned down a few things in the past so he is a bit of a anarchist. They just had those cards, after all they knew they where gonna travel for a bit so why not bring playing cards to try to provide entertainment?

11: I forget if I said that (if I did then I changed it) but Ranbob actually knows that Ran is most likely dead as he wouldn't survive the night, but he still has some hope that his little brother survived.

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3: It was scary for him but because of the sudden turn of events he didn't really have time to register his feelings before he was getting smacked around and blinded. And yes cause Ran deserves a overprotective arc to show him that his group does love and care for him even if he thinks otherwise.

10: The townspeople act rationally to defend themselves. Even if that means they start fights because their not being respectful or kind. 

11: I'm not sure what they are. All I know is their the parent figure of the friend group but will also bite your ankles at a moments notice just because they want too.

14: Or Foolish just punts Jackie into the sand to protect his home from a possibility destructive teen. (I'm thinking yes to both of those, and we get to see one of the siblings embrace their enderside and just go crazy on Raq which leads to murder and trauma!)

15: For the cursing one I just love to imagine something like. 

Ranbob: *accidentally knocks over a stack of books* Shit!

Baby Ran: Shit!

Ranbob: *freezes and turns to look at Ran*

Baby Ran: *innocently smiling* Shit!

Ranbob: rAN NO--

(I've decided the group for this is going to be Technoblade, Phil, Ranboo, Tubbo, Karl, and Sapnap, and I may name the sub au like Brothers + Others cause it rhymes and I find it slightly funny). Oh Foolish is going to be terrified and scared for his safety, he's gonna have two hyper active teens climbing him like he's a jungle gym. Ran didnt want to help at first because he was to suspicious of them, but when proof was provided he changed his mind, and decided to take a risk to help them, but he still doesn't trust them fully. Plus, he felt bad after hearing their story, and couldn't help but sympathize with them because he felt that lost and confused at one time, and its a awful feeling. And while he won't admit it, he's curious about Ranboo and wants to talk to and get to know Technoblade, after all he did choose Techno as his idol. When the group first visited Kelalen, they got the Orphan Slayer as a gift, and because they did express some interests in going back to Mizu to see what they can do about Dream, so they got it to help them. So when Technoblade shows off his Orphan Slayer as possible proof, Watson brings out the groups Orphan Slayer and the two exact duplicate swords (expect for some nics on the GF group's sword) take most by surprise, and serve as some proof. Ranboo brings up his memory book, and since Ranbob read a bit of it, the two are able to perfectly recite a page of the book. And Karls watch, book he has of both Mizu and the Pit, and his knowledge about all groups are also proof. But even after proof the GF group is still somewhat suspicious that their who they say they are, but eventually they come to fully believe them. Ranbob is in awe. Because his ancestor is in front of him! He can ask questions he had about the history of the SMP and finally get answers! But he is also scared, because why is his dead ancestor here? Why are there so many others? What does this mean for him? Theres so much uncertainty that its hard for him to relax. The enderman hybrids get along well enough, but since Ranbob is a anxious mess, Ranboo is also an anxious and nervous mess, and Ran is bad with emotions, they dont get along super well. Tubbo and Jackie get along well and love to share stories about their respective enderman friend. Sapnap, Cletus, and Grievous get along well and even with Sapnaps current predicament, he still joins in with jokes and pranks. Karl, Phil, Isaac, Watson, and Benjamin get along very well with their habit of leading and taking care of their friends, and because their the ones planning what to do with everything going on. Technoblade doesn't really get along super well with anyone from the GF group, but he takes an interest in Ran and Watson. Only Technoblade, Tubbo, and Phil are Ranboos haunting. Ranboo tries to get close to his decedents, and he success in some places but fails in others. The time group doesn't know about Ranbobs possession, purely because Ranbob begs his group to not tell them. But the time group also suspects that something is up, and while Sapnap and Techno want to push to find out what it is but they dont because Phil yells at them. For the fighting, Phil and Ranboo want to help but are told not too for now. Saying them intervening could make things worse. So they don't. But Ranboo breaks the rule cause he cant stand hearing the two fight anymore. 

Hi, and same to you!

1: Oh, ouch. The way you phrased it, he thinks Ranbob could still forget? Does Ran not know Dream caused it?

8: FGHJK-Anon. Anon. Hearing Cletus was a bit of an anarchist, just, made my day. Holy heck. Can you imagine Quackity’s reaction to hearing that? Oh my god, that’d be so funny. 

The cards are the only game they brought? Sounds like it might get boring quick. And a bored group makes for a chaotic one.

11: Ah, so it was a hope thing. Hm. I don’t think I’ve asked before- feel free to correct me if I have-, but, if Ranbob thought Ran was dead, how did he feel upon finding out he was alive-especially considering the circumstances.

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3: Poor Ran. But also, yes! Overprotective arc! Let everyone go feral for the dude who’s always ready to do the same for them.

10: Hmm.

11(?): They...sound...interesting??? Honestly, I don’t think that answer settled my nerves at all, but y’know what, none of my business. The gremlin friend is whatever they are, and I will not question it further. 

14: Jackie’s just getting tossed around everywhere, huh. First by Ran, then by Foolish, who’s next up to yeet the child? (Also, yay! Murder and trauma, always fun!)

15: Pfft, oh goodness. That must’ve been fun to explain to his parents. 

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Hey, it does rhyme! Nice. 

Poor Foolish. He had a mostly nice life before Tubbo’s return, probably. Oh well. And Techno’s got a traumatized fan now, that’ll be interesting. What does he do with his new-old future sword? Duel wield? Let the GF group keep it? 

Two anxious endermen and one who’s bad with emotions, what emotional pain will they cause each other?

What kind of stories do Jackie and Tubbo share? Funny ones? Blackmail? 

Sapnap, Cletus, and Grievous sound like a terrifying force, and honestly, for the sake of everyone else, I hope a prank war never sparks between them and Tubbo and Jackie. 

Do the leaders of the group all kind of take charge together in light of this situation? In what ways does Ranboo succeed, and in what ways does he fail? How does Sapnap and Karl not being part of his haunting effect their relationship with the GF gang, considering they all are? Do they ever become part of a haunting?

Do they find out about the possession, and if so, reactions? What happens when Ranboo involves himself in the fighting? Does it get better, or worse?

[orbitariums]

the man out of time | steve rogers

first ask anon asked: Omg requests are open ☺️. Time Traveler reader meets Steve in the 40s. Steve and her hit it off but she skips around time and just doesn't want to stay, even though she really likes Steve. She goes back to modern time and bumps into Steve again. They are both super confused so they talk to each other again, they still like each other and he ends up learning of her powers and it all makes sense. Sorry for the long paragraph hehe. Hope you are well! 💌 -first ask anon

note: i was sooo fucking excited to write this it just took me a little while!!! of course this request would be your lovely idea first ask anon!! this might not be historically accurate but it is what it is. it's cute n fluffy n funny i hope y'all enjoy :)))

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the man out of time | steve rogers + reader

         You were really just trying to go back a few years. But your time travel powers worked a little too well. Like, you were fully in another decade - your existence hadn't even been a thought at this point in time. And yet, here you were, decked out in a rockabilly swing dress that you didn't even own. Apparently with time traveling came the plus of looking culturally relevant. Never mind the fact that you didn't know where you were, and didn't know anybody here. At the very least, you knew how to get back. But it would be too dangerous to try going back to the present until a few hours had passed.

    So for those few hours, you would be here - in this crowded dance hall, where many were gathered for some type of party. It seemed to be an important party though, because there were lots of people in uniform walking around and many important looking women and men. You remembered that you were, of course, in the 40s, during World War II. Did this mean you were a part of history? Shivers ran down your spine at the thought.

    You were leaning against the wall just observing your surroundings, taking it all in. Even if you hadn't meant to get here, that didn't make it any less interesting. A bit stressful? Yes. But your thirst for knowledge, which got you labeled "mad scientist" in your hometown (though really you were just a bookish girl with an insatiable need to know and learn more), overran all your nervous thoughts.

They could only hold you back. You wanted to know so much - to ask questions, socialize, even explore. But you decided that just watching was your best option. You didn't want to cause a glitch in the matrix by talking to someone and running the risk of changing the outcome of history as we know it.

     So you were minding your business, leaning against the wall with your foot settled on the wall behind you, gazing around the room. Gazing at history. For years you had only seen this era in black and white, now it was fully blooming in color. It was such a marvel to see.

    A deep voice caught you off guard as a man sidled up next to you,

    "Parties aren't your scene either, huh?"

     Naturally, you responded, because that was your first instinct, forgetting that you weren't supposed to talk to anyone. Still gently gazing out at the crowd of people in front of you, you responded, a distracted smile on your red painted lips,

    "You could say that."

You turned to face the man, about to excuse yourself just so you could refrain from talking to him (because again, "possible glitch in the matrix!" your brain screamed at you). And as you turned to face him, it was like his body appeared before his face. He was huge, hulkish, even, almost unnaturally so. His shirt buttons were nearly popping off, and your eyes were doing the same. But his body couldn't possibly be any comparison to his face, his existence.

You doubled back, having to refrain the potential wild reaction of throwing your hand over your lips. Still, you ogled at him in surprise and shock.

    Earlier you had suspected that this party was for important people, but what you were seeing now wasn't near anything you could expect. Because standing in front of you now was the Captain America. As in Steve Grant Rogers, the man out of time.

    Your heart was racing, and your brain had to take a few steps just to catch up with your body's reaction. Here Steve Rogers was in the flesh, someone you couldn't even imagine speaking to as regularly as this in the present. Someone you could only dream of seeing. And knowing that you were talking to Captain America had you realizing that you were genuinely a part of history. That now, whatever the word "now" meant, you existed in some little compartment in Steve Rogers' huge, not yet frozen, brain.

Was this something that should've worried you? Yes, and it did. You didn't even want to talk to a regular person, now imagine all the things that could happen with you talking to Captain America. A quick calculation in your fast running brain told you that there were endless possibilities, and not all of them were good.

     But your shock and intrigue clouded your better judgment, and you were standing in front of him with nothing better to say or do, just stammering.

     "Cap-Captain," you breathed out hard, nearly gasping for air. You could only imagine how stupid you must look. You suddenly wondered if your reaction made you look out of place. Then you wondered how out of place you looked to begin with, and suddenly it became a bit hotter, and the collar of your dress felt suffocating and tight. "Captain, Steve. Captain America."

    You swallowed hard, and felt your eyes travel down to his nametag bearing the title "Cpt. Rogers." As if he needed one, you almost scoffed. You were somewhere between being incredibly scared and going full on geeky fangirl. You wouldn't call yourself a stan of the present day Captain America, but it was still pretty damn cool to see him, and your naturally nerdy disposition had you fascinated with the fact that you even got this chance.

     Steve raised his brows, but had a smile on his face.

   "That's me. It's nice to meet you," he put out his hand for you to shake and you took it, your entire body nearly trembling with some electric shock when you felt his strong hand grasp yours in a warm, friendly handshake.

    "I'm... shaking your hand. Wow. This is fu-" you cut yourself off, remembering who you were talking to and the conservative nature of the time period you were in, clearing your throat. You also realized that beyond profanity, there was no way in hell you could talk how you normally would in modern times. You'd be found out, or throw everyone off. You continued, "This is amazing. I... really, I can't believe it. It's an honor to meet you."

    Glancing around the room, you started to notice that there were signs indicating that this gathering was essentially, a celebration of Steve and the other soldiers. For all your smarts, you had definitely missed a huge clue of where you were.

    Steve liked you already. You were a breath of fresh air. Lots of people acted over-excited to see him, but it was different with you. It was genuine, thrilling, and kind of cute. There was something about you. It wasn't off, per say, but it was almost strange, in a good way. Like you were walking around with a completely different air around you, like you didn't fit in, but somehow it worked. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

     "Well, thank you," Steve nodded, and he glanced down at your hands, still melded together.

But it seemed you were the one who wasn't letting go, squeezing hard. He raised his brows, then looked up at your face, which gave away all he needed to know. You were transfixed, studying him, and too in it to bring yourself back to earth. All these things, though, he greeted with a warm smile and a warm heart.

    You realized that you were gawking, and that you were squeezing his hand far too tight, as if you were the one with enhanced strength. You laughed nervously and dropped his hand, running your own against your forehead.

     "My apologies," you murmured.

     "All the same. Where are my manners, I haven't even asked you your name yet," he grinned, and you really tried quite hard not to get lost in the depth of those blue eyes, so charming and naturally friendly. But you couldn't help yourself, your eyes darting between his and blinking fast, twitterpated.

    Seeing him up close really put things in perspective. He was handsome, he was Captain America, and he had talked to you for no real reason. You were now determined to find out why he came up to you before the end of the night. Then you would go back.

    "I'm... Y/N."

    "Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Y/N," Steve nodded, and you felt your cheeks go warm with blush.

You felt stupid and girlish, blushing to death in front of this hunk of a man, knowing he probably got this all the time. You pushed hair behind your ear, your eyes gazing down at the floor,

    "So... how- how are things?"

You were well aware of how awkward you sounded, hyper-aware, even. But Steve found it endearing, and he liked talking to you.

    "Things?" he repeated, lightly poking a bit of fun at you.

You chuckled to yourself and looked up at him, a small smirk of a smile on your face. You worked up the nerve to make eye contact with him rather than have your eyes flicker all over the place, and you let out a hefty breath through your nostrils.

    "Like, life. Is what I meant," you shook your head playfully, poking fun at yourself, and Steve grinned, laughing quietly.

    "I know, I'm just teasing you. That is a heavy question, though."

     "Really?" you were intrigued - the part of your brain that ran nonstop wanted to know more. "How so?"

Steve shrugged,

      "I guess no one really asks me that. Not these days."

       You snorted,

     "I can imagine it's a lot of bullshit and work all the time."

You only realized what came out of your mouth when you caught sight of Steve's face. He was a mixture of shocked, offended, and honestly? Fascinated. It didn't take your swearing for him to realize that there was something wonderfully different about you, but hearing such language just confirmed his thoughts further. And he appreciated your brutal honesty and ability to resonate with him, even if it came with language. And surprisingly, it didn't make him recoil, it pulled him in.

    "Wow," Steve dragged out the word - it was all he could see, and looked at you with an impressed smile.

     You bit down on your lip,

    "Woops."

    "You know... we should probably be dancing," Steve joked, and you shook your head playfully, but also frantically. There was no way you'd be able to keep up with this kind of dance, and you were not going to be the girl who everyone could see Steve Rogers dancing with.

"Oh no," you waved your hand warily. "I couldn't possibly. I'm— I'm a terrible dancer. Sorry."

"That was a joke. I'm not too good myself," Steve chuckled, and for a moment you were each just laughing, looking at each other, gazing into each other's eyes as if you were the only two at the event. As if Steve didn't have probably a million responsibilities just within this night. He was enjoying your presence a lot for someone he'd just met.

You folded your arms, bouncing gently on the balls of your feet and swaying back and forth,

"If you don't dance at these things, then what do you do?"

Steve brought his arm up, scratching the nape of his neck as he squinted a little in contemplation. As your eyes followed his movements, your brain blanked -- all you could spell out right now was "muscle" and "bulge." You found yourself wide-eyed, blinking harshly.

"Make speeches, be put on the spot, talk work."

"Anything fun?" you questioned, and he laughed, appreciating the challenge.

"Leave with a girl?" Steve replied, although it was more of a hopeful question.

You grinned, looking up at him. Was he seriously courting you right now? It seemed as though nothing should feel impossible to you, not when in the year of 2020 you had time traveled back to the 40s. But this felt unreal.

"And do what?" you smiled, and Steve became slightly flustered, then placing his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth. He cocked his head to the side, again replying with a question,

"We could go on a walk. Visit my favorite diner for milkshakes on me?"

You couldn't help but beam at all his suggestions, your eyes glimmering as yours locked with his. You nodded, much too calmly in comparison to the way you felt inside - inflamed and jittery. Nevermind that you had fallen into exactly what you were trying to avoid - it was a beautiful fall anyway. Besides, who would you be to turn down Captain America?

"That's just fine with me. Let's get out of here, captain," you quipped, taking the initiative and linking arms with him, feeling his strong arm wrap around yours.

Talking and walking with Steve couldn't have been any more fun. Somehow it was like you both freed yourselves, rebelling and escaping from something that didn't suit you before. You didn't know what was to come next, and you certainly hadn't expected this. Anything could happen. Although you were nervous, it was just the right amount. You were excited, you felt natural walking the streets with him, arms linked together, gazing up at him like a puppy. Just being in the presence of such greatness felt like a dream.

And Steve was just as wonderful as they made him out to be, even more. In the time you spent together, you'd learned so much about him. He was kind and bright, made you feel comfortable and safe. You pulled humor and lightheartedness out of him, made him feel comfortable. He was glad to be here with you, away from everything else. He was proud of himself for working the nerve up to talk to you, for not ignoring the fact that he was so drawn to this stranger. And it was the best decision he'd made that night.

You were each strolling down the dark streets, only lit by street lights and the dim lights that came from people's windows as they got ready for bed. It felt reassuring to know that even while you were surrounded by unfamiliarity, you could find resonance in all those people, looking through their windows and wondering what they were having for dinner, imagining the ladies taking off their jewelry as they cuddled up in bed with a lover.

"I feel like I'm gonna be on a sugar high," you chuckled, sipping some of your milkshake.

Steve grinned down at you,

"Mike's Milkshakes will do that to you."

You sighed, glancing around at everything. It was beautiful here in the dark, even in the midst of war, with everything going on. Before, you could only imagine what these nights would be like. You wondered if you would've intentionally traveled back to this time instead of by accident. Considering the way things were outside of this moment in particular, you probably wouldn't. But you were glad you did. This felt like a beautiful mistake.

You pulled Steve onto a corner of an alleyway, the two of you basking under the glow of the street light.

"Steve," you said his name gently, but as if it were of the utmost importance.

He looked down at you, becoming nervous himself, feeling his heart beat in his chest. You were undoubtedly beautiful, and the two of you were more alone than you had ever been in the past two hours you had spent together, quite literally just walking and talking, sharing stories and time together. He felt close to you, towering over you, and it wasn't any less nerve wracking for you.

"Yeah?" he uttered out, and you found yourself opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the right way for the words to come out.

You just smiled, reaching your hand up and sort of awkwardly patting his shoulder, then letting your hand trail down his chest gently. He looked down at your hand, then back at you, waiting for your next words.

"Thank you. This night was so beautiful, I can't thank you enough."

At the corner of Steve's lips tugged a smile, and his eyes grew needy and hopeful,

"Don't tell me this is you saying goodbye."

You felt a pang in your chest as he said that. You hadn't considered the fact that you would have to say goodbye at some point, and you knew that meant goodbye forever. But you had been so caught up in your wonder that you hadn't thought of the moment to say goodbye. And yet, it seemed like that moment was creeping up on you.

You didn't want to look at it with sadness, it was as natural as could be, but you still wished you could stay for a little longer. You knew you had to go though, and as magical as this was, you didn't want to live in a world where you had no basis. You belonged in the modern world, it was where you should stay.

"Almost," you laughed slightly. "I do have a question for you, though."

    "Sure," Steve shrugged.

It was the one thing you really wanted to know: why you? Why had Steve chosen to talk to you, of all people? He didn't know you and you weren't boasting an important title. So, why you? You wondered. If you had some secret power to attract people like Steve Rogers into your life, you wanted to know what it was.

    You cleared your throat before you asked this question, suddenly feeling a bit shy,

    "Why did you come up to me? And talk to me... it's been on my mind all night."

Steve took in a breath and shoved his hands in his pockets.

    "I... don't know. I guess I saw a little bit of myself in you, crazy as it sounds."

     "Captain America is a wallflower?" you retorted jokingly, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

     "I just mean, you seemed like you were trying to find a way. And I'm constantly doing that. And something about you... is different. I like that."

You knew exactly what that something was. You literally didn't belong here. You weren't from here. Steve must have sensed that, even if he didn't fully realize it.

    "Hm. Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you approached me because of it. I've had the best night, really. I wish I could stay longer."

    "Oh, don't go. Not just yet," Steve grasped your hand and squeezed.

    "I can't. I have... somewhere to be," you smiled tearfully as you looked at your hands intertwined.

    Steve swallowed. He didn't intend on getting hooked on you as fast as he did, but he did. And now that he was hooked, you were leaving. It was a bittersweet moment, but he understood you had to go— it was like you had some purpose elsewhere, and that was clear to him. It was almost strange.

    "I understand," Steve replied, smiling at the touch of your hand on his, your thumb rubbing against his thumb. "I'm glad we met, Y/N. Can I see you again?"

You grinned. You certainly couldn't make any promises,

    "Maybe. But for now I have to go."

    "At least let me walk you home," Steve pressed, and you shook your head.

    "It's much further than I think you'll want to go," was all you said. Steve would've pressed more but for some reason your answer felt definite and true.

Good night Steve."

    "Good night."

Before you knew it, you were reaching up on his tippy toes to kiss his cheek, feeling his skin turn red hot beneath your soft lips. He held onto your waist gently as you kissed his cheek, and when you pulled away, you stayed there in his grasp for a moment, eyes lingering on his. You wanted more, so much more, but you had had enough already.

    You didn't want to get cocky with time. You patted his chest and took one last look at him with a smile and glimmering eyes. Then, you turned away. As Steve watched you walk down the alleyway, it was almost like you vanished into thin air.

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It had been a week since your beloved encounter with Steve Rogers. It still didn't feel real, in fact you wrote down every detail in your diary so that if it were a dream, it wouldn't wither away. But it was as real as real could get. It wasn't the time traveling that surprised you, you knew that to be natural. It was the experience you'd had on your trip.

You couldn't tell anybody, not that they would believe you to begin with. You didn't want to tell anybody anyway. This was your experience for keeping. You wouldn't share this with anyone else.

    You were on your way to work, the memories of that night still fresh in your head, a cup of coffee in hand. You wondered if Mike's Milkshakes still operated. Like Steve, you too lived in New York. There was no reason for it not to exist. You would be sorely upset if it didn't - it was truly one of the greatest shakes you'd had in your lifetime.

     You were looking down at your phone and typing, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The hustle of New York was nothing, you could handle it.

    Until you couldn't. You nearly got knocked on the floor by someone who you bumped into- or maybe he bumped into you, it was hard to say. Either way, it was a wild collision. And your coffee fell, and spilled on the both of you.

     What was funny was that the two of you were apologizing like crazy, stumbling to pick the things up that had dropped, speaking over each other.

    "Oh my god I'm so sorry," you stammered. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

    "All the same. Where are my manners?" the man asked, and you chuckled with a scoff.

     "New York will do that to you."

You were each kneeling on the ground and picking things up, scatterbrained. But you both looked up at each other at the same time, catching each other's eyes. And in that moment, something clicked for the two of you. Even when you left that day, you weren't really leaving. Because Steve was right here, a week and a few decades later. You blinked, tried to make sure your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. But it really was him. Captain America. And he wasn't dressed in full attire, but he was still there.

    You made a face, furrowing your brows. All the calculations in the world couldn't have prepared you for this happening. You stared at him, speechless.

    He broke the silence, staring at you just as intensely. The crisp blue of his eyes was piercing, staring into your soul.

    "I know you from somewhere," he said, with absolute certainty.

Your heart dropped. This was exactly what you wanted to avoid when time traveling. Not that you even expected anything like this to happen. You became bashful, shaking your head and blushing, hurrying to stand up, but Steve followed your motions as you stood.

    "No," you shook your head and laughed lightly, looking down so he wouldn't see your face.

    "I'm sure I do..." he squinted, still staring intensely at you.  You looked up, pushed your hair out of your eyes. You couldn't handle his eyes on you, not when you weren't even looking at him.

     His eyes locked with yours again and he seemed to be exploring your eyes, wide and scared and nervous, hopeful. You hoped he'd say he was mistaken. You know you would love another chance with Steve, but that night was to be fully over with. For reasons you already stated.

    But gazing deep into your unforgettable eyes, which had glimmered so brightly, it was like a switch went off in his brain, bringing him all those years back. To that one night. He squinted. How could he remember? It seemed so artificial, like it was a memory that had been falsely implanted into his brain. But that was the effect of you- you had changed his history.

    He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then dared to speak,

    "Y/N."

He said it as if it was an answer, not like he was asking if it was you. Again with absolute certainty.

You pouted, almost cringing as you answered, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt disappointed in yourself, for letting this happen, for opening this window of possibility to begin with. Your life and his life would be changed more than you were ready for.

    You sighed and took in a deep breath,

    "Hi."

Steve was still furrowing his brows at you, gazing at you with every intention,

    "I don't understand. How..."

    It surprised himself that he remembered you, just based off of one night. But you were hard to forget. And it was even more mind boggling that he was seeing you again, the both of you in the same shape as when you had first met. Had you been frozen too? No, it couldn't be. It had to be-

    "Time travel," you blurted. Your heart was racing. "I... I time traveled. I can... do that."

      "What, that's your show and tell?" Steve joked, and you felt a little less worried. At least he wasn't angry. And it felt better talking to him in present day, at a time where you both belonged.

    "You could say that. Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, that night was a mistake."

    "Mistake?"

    "I- I mean... it shouldn't have happened. And it was great, really, I can't stop thinking about it. But it shouldn't have happened. I didn't even mean to... it just happened. I just got lucky."

Steve looked at you. All those years ago he had sensed that there was something different about you, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Now he knew.

    "I knew there was something different about you that night. You were glowing with this... this thing... modernity, I guess," Steve nodded.

You seemed good enough. He couldn't sense any bad intentions from you, and he had a good feel for those things. It was just you. It was why the situation didn't concern him any further.

    "I'm surprised you even remember me," you laughed.

    "Remember you?" Steve repeated, incredulous. "How could I forget?"

He held eye contact with you when he said that, and it got you blushing, shrinking down and shaking your head,

    "I'm sorry."

    Now Steve raised his brows,

    "I can't see what for."

    "I just didn't mean for any of this to happen. I feel like I've disturbed you."

You apologized, but when you said it it made you realize you didn't really have much to apologize for. Steve didn't seem very upset... at all. It was just your brain telling you that you could mess things up.

    Steve chuckled quietly, shaking his head,

    "No... you haven't. And you didn't that night, either."

    "Mhm," was all you could hum out.

    "But if that's your idea of disturbing me... I think you should disturb me some more. Maybe you can disturb me over coffee. I'll make up for it," he gestured to the spilled coffee on the ground.

You had probably never blushed so hard in your life. Once again, Steve Rogers was actually hitting on you. And all the silly worries and blabber from your brain couldn't stop the feeling you got when you talked to him, when you were with him.

    "Right now?" you asked stupidly, feeling entranced by him yet again.

He smirked playfully,

    "Yeah. Unless you wanna travel back in time for it."

note: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!

[buddha-in-disguise]

A full of fucking swearing long post about the shitstain that is Dominic Cummings. Plus where I can find them, at the end I will link fucking sources, just in case anyone wants to try and say otherwise.

Also, if you do start @ me over him, I'm blocking your fucking cunt of an arse. Clear enough?

Good. Then let's begin.

As a nation, we can be a fairly mild mannered lot. At least collectively. But as of now, the majority of Britons are a mass of anger. So much so, I've even agreed with pundits like Piers Fucking Morgan! That alone is distressing enough, but Dominic Cummings has pissed off just about everyone.

But first a little background on this heaping pile of shit.

Dominic Cummings was one of the main instigators of Leave Campaign in regards Brexit. Now for those who don't know or haven't cared until now, not only were they found to be in breach of the electoral law, Dominic himself was also found in contempt of Parliament when they tried to find out if Vote Leave used fake news to help achieve their goal.

To add to this, he took around 200k of subsidies from the EU for his properties. So a known lying fucking hypocrite.

Even before that, he was advisor to Gove, that spineless fucking weasel who has been out today spouting even more fucking bollocks over this. Funny that.

Don't think for a minute being Gove's Special Advisor meant Cummings was liked by others in the Tory Party. Cummings was pretty much despised by a lot in Government at the time. David 'Pig fucker' Cameron called him a career psychopath.

Fast forward to 2019. Cummings is now Special Advisor to another spineless fucking cunt known as the Prime Minister Boris Johnson. BJ was never in control. Anyone watching what was going on knew that the moment Cummings had Javid's one aide uncermoniously marched out of her job, using armed police no less.

Only problem was, he had no authority to do that.

But never fear, BJ decided to change the rules, so lo and behold, he didn't break any rules (seeing a pattern here yet?)

So fast forward to the last few days. Now newspapers were reporting that Dominic Cummings drove his COVID-19 symptomatic wife, with a 4 year old in the same enclosed vehicle, some 260 miles to his parents location in Durham.

Oh now comes the fun part, and why as a nation we are all beyond extremely miffed, and fucking pissed off!

The offical guidance was anyone in a household with someone displaying symptoms (tested or not) was to stay the fuck at home. There was one exception to this rule. One. Extreme risk to life.

So Cummings took the decision to go and drive for fucking childcare reasons.

A man with his wealth, privilege and even with family in fucking London, couldn't do it at his home, but had to drive (thus risking his own child because of viral load you're going to get in an enclosed vehicle), himself and others (because he had to stop. Tell me of anyone with a 4 year old in the car they wouldn't be stopping anywhere?)

So anyway, they take a fucking jolly jaunt up to his parents.

But hold on, a Minister recently resigned for breaking lockdown rules. So why in the ever loving fuck was Cummings not resigning or being fired?

I don't know what Cummings has on BJ, but I suspect it makes wanting to fuck a dead pig seem like child play. Because not only isn't he fired, good old Jolly BJ comes out and fully defends and supports his senior advisor (who is unelected as well, just to add salt to that wound).

So by following his fatherly instincts (the fucking laughable defence given, when BJ couldn't even say how many fucking kids he has) and acting with integrity, (someone please give these fucking morons a dictionary), Cummings was given a free pass.

And then a load of fucking MP's including cabinet ministers all piled in saying how great a father he is, how it was exceptional circumstances that made him do it, you're all overreacting you terrible ingrate you, blah, blah, more horse shit, blah!

So, now all of those families who actually followed the fucking rules, and did what the government said are now being told, oh sure. You could've attended the funeral of your loved ones. Gone halfway across country to get child care for your kids, and so on and so fucking forth.

So basically saying, hah the jokes on you.

A few grumbles came out from the odd Tory, who might not have grown a spine, but were looking less like jelly (jello) being nailed to the wall, and more like thick fucking custard. A little more substance to them, but still slopping around with no spine.

We have a bank holiday coming up, and unusually good weather forecast, because as every Brit knows, Bank Holidays are normally shit weather wise. And a lot of people saying, fuck me if Cummings can do this, so can we. And all pile into cars for days out as if nothing had changed! No masks, no social distancing. Zilch. Great innit.

No it fucking isn't! The virus doesn't take a holiday you fucking morons!

So back to the other mess. Cummings now gives a press conference in the fucking rose garden of No.10. Also likely in breach of the rules, but as we know, he really doesn't give a flying fuck about rules now does he.

First of all he was 30 minutes late (you would've been sanctioned , therefore getting no money, for weeks, probably months if on benefits and did the same thing thanks to this government). But he eventually rolls up, looking slightly less like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards, but still looking like a dogs arse. Actually sorry dogs, you don't deserve that comparison. I'm really sorry!!

Anyway, here he is, about to fill us with more bullshit.

The shit now isn't just hitting the fan. In the immortal words of Terry Pratchett, The Midden has now hit the Windmill.

Cummings is trying to explain why he did what he did, oh and now we have the added delight of him being caught going out to a location some 30 miles from the family home, which is another breach of the law!

He sat there, and said, the public aren't angry at me, they're angry because of how the media have reported it. Woe is me, they're making me out to be the bad guy in all this .... blah fucking boo hoo blah.

This was supposed to calm us down.

Dear reader.

It. Did. Not.

So journalist after journalist (Beth Rigby gave a fucking masterclass) actually didn't let him get away with it.

These weren't just questions or accusations. They threw proof at him! Despite the collective rage, it was glorious to see them do it. If this was when stocks were still in use in the town square, Cummings would've been covered in excrement and anything else to hand. That shit was blown back so fast, it was hard to keep up.

Anyway, without going into too much here, his excuses ranged from he didn't feel safe because of demos outside his home (unverified and strangely enough, no neighbours reporting any disturbances either. Funny that),

Then, having gone to great lengths to say he drove up to his parents to keep his kid safe, he explains the additional trip he got caught out on was taken to test his eyesight, which had been affected because of being unwell with Covid19.

So not only is it highly fucking illegal to drive while impaired (including if eyesight is impaired) in this country, you decided to take your wife and kid, who you wanted to protect, not for a little jaunt down the road, but on a 60 mile fucking round trip.

Oh, and he hadn't stopped on the 260 mile trip up there, but his kid needed a stop on the way home, so a less than 60 mile trip required a stop. Yeah. Strange how that works.

He still kept blaming the media. Still kept up the woe is me, it was exceptional circumstances, and so on. Must get sore lips there Cummings, with the amount of smoke you try to blow up peoples arses.

So, to end it all, he has flatly refused to resign. No need to even consider it. The public will be jolly good chaps in all of this and see my side of things.

No we won't, you motherfucking cunt!

So this morning, various people including Gove are still making excuses for this fucking shitstain.

I now wish Cummings is fired, but better yet, thrown out of our universe, so he can never ever be seen again. But I've seen more spine on a fucking snake that I have Boris Johnson, who is just as much to blame in all this.

Before I end, we also had an infamous Tweet from someone in the Civil Service, who knew they were torpedoing their career. I'm including a screen shot. It was taken down, but it was genuine. Whoever they were, you deserve all the applause and a fucking medal!

Oh and a few sources for this and the cuntface Cummings. But you know, just Google the fucker. You can find this and much more.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-44856992

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-47712040

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2019/aug/10/dominic-cummings-owns-farm-got-eu-subsidy

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2014/jun/18/david-cameron-dominic-cummings-career-psychopath

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/dominic-cummings-boris-johnson-cabinet-minister-aides-civil-service-sajid-javid-a9109836.html

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52782913

[https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52553229

https://www.bbc.com/news/amp/uk-52792200

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-52793991

https://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/dominic-cummings-trip-county-durham-18306147

https://www.gov.uk/driving-eyesight-rules

[victorscanero]

FELT// Chapter two [tyrus]

Hey okay guys so the rest of the book will in cyrus' pov sorry of thid makes anything confusing I deeply apologize.

If you haven't seen chapter one that's here:

It's been weeks since Amber and I first hung out and we have been hanging out every day since. We have hung out so much that buffy and Andi were getting jealous, After I told Amber she suggested that the we have a mini party while her parents are out, Nothing crazy just a few friends of amber and T.J. that way there isn't so much pressure. "You would sit through Jandi drama for me?" I asked in aw. Amber gave me a look "Jandi...drama?" She asked clueless. "Jonah and Andi. it's their ship name." I sighed disappointed at my friends lack of fandom knowledge. "Right...anyways if it gets too bad I'll just talk to you but I think I can handle it." she laughed "and T.J. is going to agree to this?" "And is T.J. gonna agree with what?" T.J. asked slowly looking towards Amber. "Small party tonight! very tiny but you can invite reed and lester." Amber smiled hoping he would just go along with "Why would I do that when I could just hang out with reed and lester in my room?" He asked "because the party has to look chill and laid back and unforced." Amber said  "So to not make it look forced you're going to force me?" T.J. rose an eyebrow and I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it must seem. T.J. and Amber to both break eye contact and looked at me "This really is crazy maybe we should just deal with the forced awkwardness of hanging out with buffy and Andi" "No, I'll do it." T.J. said "but it is crazy" he smiled at both of ud before turning around and leaving. Amber rolled her eyes and we began planning.

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The party seemed to be going well Jonah,gus and walker were hitting it off and Andi and Buffy were off to a fresh start there were others, but none that I really cared to talk to, that was until I saw T.J. alone at a table.

“What happened to your friends” I asked pulling out a chair to the right of T.J. at the end of the table he seemed taken back I assumed it was because the most I've spoken to him in the past weeks were when he would answer the door, but even then he just called for Amber and left.

After a moment, he replied. “Lester is looking for pudding despite my attempts of telling him we don't have any and I sent reed home.” he said “why'd you send reed home?” I asked letting my curiosity take hold. he raised an eyebrow and I began to regret prying “Do you always ask intruding questions?” but then laughed “Reed is... complicated.” he adding shaking his head “Great friend, but we are very different.” here's where I realized I made the mistake of assuming I knew who T.J. was. “I also might have gotten tired of his comments about my sister”  he said causing me to laugh “Just tell him to ask her out she's been dying to use one of her reject lines” I smiled turning to where she was at i watched as her and Andi were dancing and for a moment I thought maybe she could lime her too

Just for a moment though because before i could blink Jonah was pulling her away. her smile falling only for a moment before turning around and sitting next to amber

“Cyrus?” I heard turning my head “yeah?” I asked looking at T.J. “You didn't hear me did you?” he said looking amused my face fell “Sorry I was seeing how Amber and Andi were doing.” truthfully that happened a lot, me getting distracted worrying about other people but he didn't need to know that. “Yeah so was I” he said still looking at amber when he turned to me i guess he could see my confusion because he then asked me a question i wasn't sure how to answer “Amber likes Andi, doesn't she?” i thought I sensed a bit of sadness in his voice and hoped it was because she didn't tell her and not it was a girl that she liked I waited too long to respond i know I did silence says a lot but i answered him anyways “I think if you want to know something about Amber, you should ask Amber.”

I partly felt like it was my fault he asked. If I lied and said i was just say dreaming, the conversation would have been off them and T.J. wouldn't have asked.

“How are my favorite boys doing?” Amber perked between us a hand touching each of our shoulder “We were doing fine before you showed up.” T.J. joked causing me to smile because relief of T.J. being mad at her went away.  “Aw! that's what i said when you were born.” she took a seat beside me “Amber we're twins” T.J. said in a duh tone. Amber reached her arms back pretending to stretch “best 8 minutes of my life” she sighed “So how exactly do we kick everyone out of the house now that you guys are… Shall I say friends? We should watch the conjuring tonight.” she smiled “I'm down” T.J. smiled clamping his hand on my shoulder and getting up “IT WAS NICE HAVING EVERYONE COME AGAIN NEXT TIME” he shouted at the 10 people in the living room “well that's a passive aggressive way to tell someone to get out” I smiled walking to sat the living room and saying bye to buffy and walker before she left i couldn't find andi and jonah so I assumed they had gone home. After about 15 minutes the house was cleared. “I told him” Amber smiled “told who what?” I asked “i told T.J. said i looked really happy talking to andi and then said i always look happy when i talked about andi so he asked me if i liked her and i may have ended up telling him i liked girls and he was cool with it.” my face dropped and i took her hand and smiled “Amber! That's great I'm so happy for you!” I said and i meant it i was unbelievably happy for her. “yeah i know” she was still smiling “Can you spend the night?” “yeah but I have to walk to my house first and get some things first.” I said “T.J.!” Amber called from the room we were in and T.J. came in seconds later “yeah?” “Cyrus is spending the night so can we take him to get his clothes?” Amber asked “Yeah if we can go now I'm ready to watch the movie” he said

I forgot all about the movie I thought I could sneak past it but seeing as T.J. is excited for it and I want to have some kind of connection with him i decided to just deal with it.

The car ride there was nostalgic fergie bops Glamorous, big girls don't cry, and london Bridge. Most people i know listened to these songs but i was still shocked to see T.J. sing all the lyrics to fergalicious. Me and Amber were both in the back screaming the lyrics along with him and when we got to my house only Amber ran in with me. I told my mom I would be back tomorrow around 6:00 and we left. Amber begged to stop by the store and seeing a neither me or T.J. wanted to go in we both stayed in the car.

“So” T.J. turned around to face me “ I know about Amber.” he seemed happier than when I first found out he suspected it. “And you're okay with it?” I asked finding that having a conversation with T.J. was becoming less and less forced. He nodded “I'm just really happy she's happy” he smiled “Plus it is a relief knowing she won't ever date reed just to piss me off again”

I laughed at that “Again?” I questioned he raised an eyebrow “She didn't tell you?” I shook my head “ofcourse she didn't tell you she was probably embarrassed. Anyways, well In 6th grade i broke a vase, it wasn't important and it was 10 dollars but,  i blamed it on Amber anyways. She didn't get in trouble she actually got a hug for crying at my accusations but she was out for revenge anyways and ending up dating reed for a whole week. He cheated which obviously amber didn't care since she had zero feelings for him but to this day she regrets it because reed thinks that's whole reason she won't get back together with him” he explained the story and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow “No one thought to tell him she never had feelings for him? That could end this whole thing.” I laughed surprised.

“Reed hitting on amber has been a thing since elementary school no matter how much either of us complain the moment Reed gets into a real relationship and stops will be a very sad day” he said before I could reply I heard a known on the trunk and turned to see Amber, her figure disappearing behind the hood as she lifted it up.

“You heard all of that and we will make sure she knows you know.” T.J. smiled at me before turning back around. Amber came in the car and I couldn't help but make the first punch. “it's funny you have a crush on andi who has short hair and dated reed who has short hair… you must have a type” I smiled innocently “T.J. YOU TOLD HIM” she pulled the strings on her hoodie hiding her face “Sorry I couldn't help it, you can't just let your friends stay alone with me and not expect me to tell your darkest secrets!” he cranked up the car beginning to drive off “T.J. thought you were in love with me when we first started hanging out” that shocked me but i couldn't help but burst out laughing along with her “I did for a week and then i told you i think that's just how he acts” he said “what is that even supposed to mean” I continued to laugh “you know like your nice I noticed your nice to everyone” T.J. started to drive and the laughter died down “that's so not true!” I said knowing that it was very much true “Dude, Jenkins dropped his books while knocking yours out of your hand and you helped him pick his up.” T.J. laughed “that's so cyrus” amber said “Jenkins isn't that bad he is just douchey” i said knowing he was THAT bad. “Trust, he is i play basketball with him. That reminds me, if you ever decide to be fully out Amber and Jenkins gives you shit let me know. He is known for being homophobic.” We pulled into the driveway and she jumped out “That's the exact opposite of what I'm going to do but thank you for the tip” i began to wonder if that's why jenkins was always a total dick to me, could he tell I was gay? I pushed the thoughts aside when we got to Amber's room we all decided to watch it there and Amber had the bright idea to make a fort so we brought in chairs and blankets and moved her bed to the side and the mattress off of it.

A/n this ended weirdly but i wanted to start chapter 3 from the fort being done.