#while feeling guilty the entire time that i wasn't studying

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

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[genshin-obsessed]

Abandon | Tighnari x Reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 Beware! This is angst with no comfort! Otherwise, please enjoy~

𓆩⟡𓆪 I made this a bit shorter than it was intended but I didn’t want to make it too long and I felt like the ending was better this way.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word count: 1367

"Ah... sorry. I'm just not in a place where I'm looking for a relationship. Thank you for your feelings; thank you for loving me. But, I can't return that love... not yet anyway."

Those were the words Tighnari had for you when you first confessed to him almost two years ago. Of course it broke your heart, but it was probably the nicest let down you could think of. You were upset, of course, but who were you to question his feelings? Tighnari was always busy with work and his studies to be in a relationship.

Relationships never seemed like they were for him, but his words had given you some inkling of hope that fueled your own feelings. The longer you spent around Tighnari, the more you felt your love for him grow. It truly felt endless. You never felt as if Tighnari took you for granted, he was just as any good friend would be. He supported you, was kind to you, encouraged you, and never judged you. Yet, there was always a feeling of emptiness that invaded your chest when you were around him.

Discontent.

No matter what, you were never satisfied with Tighnari's kindness towards you. It was never something you ever mentioned or acted upon, but you always felt like it wasn't enough. Unsurprisingly, you wanted more. You were in love with him and the gentle shoulder pats always left you wanting more.

That's when you realized your feelings had gotten out of hand. At first, being around Tighnari was enough. Just being able to see him, hear his voice, and helping to contribute to his work was enough. You weren't sure when it stopped, but now you needed to do something about it.

So, over the course of a month, you slowly began to get busier with your work. Twice a week, you would spend time with Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham, usually playing Genius Invocation TCG. But you stopped attending due to taking on more work. Unfortunately, this led to some adverse health effects, but that was expected.

Consequently, you were called out by all four of your friends, especially Tighnari, who demanded you take some time off to take care of yourself. You felt guilty, avoiding your close friends the way you did. One thing you knew you couldn’t do was go cold turkey on Tighnari. It was a thought you just couldn’t handle so that’s why you were taking it slowly.

See, this is where things fell apart. It was a weekend and you had a day off. You went out with a friend and as you were heading home, you happened to run into the group and Cyno invited you to play Genius Invocation TCG.

“Sorry, I’ve been here a while and I’m tired.” You lied, giving them a halfhearted wave.

“Oh come on, (y/n).” Kaveh said with a frown as he placed his cards face down. “It’s been a while since you spent time with us. It’ll be fun! Hey! You can pester Tighnari about his new girlfriend.”

“Kaveh!” Tighnari hissed at his words but his friend had already spoken. Your entire body went rigid at Kaveh’s words and for a moment, everything fell silent. Your heart sank, the pit of anxiety grew within you, and the emotions slowly began to bubble.

Tighnari’s eyes slowly shifted to you, seeing that heartbroken look in your eyes. He wasn’t ready to see that. To see just how much the idea would hurt you. The remorse he fell made him realize he wasn’t as innocent as he pretended to be.

There was a very awkward silence that fell upon the group as everyone looked between you and Tighnari. The forest ranger looked guilty and you looked hurt. Even Alhaitham started to feel a little bad when he saw your face. Yet, you forced a smile, blinked back the tears, and looked at Kaveh which made the architect flinch a little.

“Sorry, I don’t have time for gossip. I’ve got an early day tomorrow but have fun on my behalf. And Tighnari, congrats on the new relationship. Didn’t know you had it in you.” There was a way you spoke that added to the guilt Tighnari felt. He knew you didn't mean that as a compliment.

With a wave, you turned and left, making all eyes land on Tighnari. The awkward silence continued for a moment before Alhaitham finally broke it.

“What the hell was that?” As usual, he was straightforward, needing answers to why you reacted the way you did.

“N-nothing. I’m sure they’re fine.” Tighnari lied as he looked at his cards. Yet, even though his eyes scanned the faces of the cards, he wasn’t thinking about the game or any strategy. He was worried about you because he knew the hope he gave you had just come crashing down. Yet, he didn’t move. The uncomfortable atmosphere remained around the four, but Tighnari remained where he was seated. ⎯⎯ ୨ A Little Later ୧ ⎯⎯

Your walk home was dreadful. Some pathetic part of you wished Tighnari would chase after you but he never did. Your entire walk home was filled with sniffling as you tried to bury the sadness down, which ultimately failed. Yet almost every moment was just waiting for him to catch up and apologize or even explain what was going on.

The words just kept repeating over and over in your head. Tighnari was in a relationship? He never told you any such thing. You weren’t even aware he had been looking. A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you approached the hill that led up to your home. You were so desperate, weren’t you? Hell, maybe he was going to tell you but you stopped hanging around him a few weeks ago.

You fooled yourself into acting as if you were completely unaware. You wanted Tighnari to love you back but acted as if it fine that he didn’t. Even after he rejected you, you hoped he would just one day come to you and declare he changed his mind. You dreamt of that day so many times, yet out of all the scenarios you made up, this wasn’t one of them.

You saw the look in his eyes. He knew how you felt and there was some inkling of guilt within his gaze. Yet, knowing that he might have felt some form of realization brought you no solace. You didn’t care if he was understood- not right now anyway. Knowing him, he probably wasn't even sorry.

Who was this girl he was dating? Did she work with him? Work with one of the others? Did you know her?

So many questions filled your mind that would remain unanswered for the foreseeable future. Your hand rubbed your wet cheek as you pushed your door open and closed it behind you. Your other hand mindlessly slid against the door and finding the lock, and turning it.

Your home felt… dreary. There was that silence that made the loneliness settle within you. Dropping your bag at your feet, you just walked inside and laid down on your couch. Your eyes stare at the ceiling and you were acutely aware when your vision began to blur with tears.

Soft sobs escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to choke them down. You were angry. Angry at yourself for feeling this way, angry at Tighnari for giving you hope the day you confessed, angry at that girl who had him or whatever. No matter what you did, the tears just wouldn't stop. So, you just let go- you let those emotions flow out of you instead of holding them back.

You officially had to move on. Tighnari really didn’t feel the same way and you needed to let go of these stupid feelings. He wasn’t obligated to love you and you weren’t obligated to be friends with him. Especially since it was so painful. But that dull ache returned and you looked around your living space for any form of comfort. Yet, there was none. You were all alone.

There was a lingering thought in your head which kept reminding you every few moments that… Tighnari never came after you.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim ruler of worlds

The reason why no one of the batfam knew that Tim is a king/emperor is simply because they didn't ask, Tim is almost constantly with a tablet or a computer managing his empire, but he never actually explained what he's doing to anyone outside of YJ, so everyone just assumed that his hobby was playing planet mangement games.

at the beginning Bruce thought that Tim gaming so much would end up interfering with Tim's life, but at the time he was still beginning to care about Tim so he just didn't say anything and left Tim to suffer the consequences of his own actions if it affected his studies or Robin.

But the only thing that happened was that Tim was happier than usual, and let's not talk about the fact that Tim felt better when he was helping a planet full of people who acknowledged him and were openly grateful for his actions, unlike someone who despite everything Tim did, was constantly testing him and barely acknowledging all that Tim did for him.

And so Bruce lost the chance to ask what Tim about his 'game', in fact Alfred was happy that Tim had a hobby and the positive effect it had on Tim, so time passed and everyone 'knew' that Tim liked to play those games and was constantly playing even multitasking while solving cases, the only one who could notice that it wasn't a game but instead a system that Tim made for managing his planets would be if Barbara hacked Tim's game to check it, but she has no reason to do that.

That's how despite not hiding at all what he was doing, no one ever noticed anything, in fact Tim thought that everyone knew about it but didn't care, the closest someone ever got was when Jason decided to mess with Tim by doing something on his 'game', but the second Jason touched something the glare that Tim gave him was so terrifying that Jason feared for his life, after that no one even tried to touch Tim's 'game'.

You went for Bruce's throat in this and I appreciate it so much: "unlike someone who who despite everything Tim did, was constantly testing him and barely acknowledging all Tim did for him."

Let's go!

Also, I imagine Jason would feel so guilty about going to mess with Tim's game if he knew that his actions would have drastically affected real people's quality of life.

You are absolutely correct that Tim would design himself an entire program to mimic the games he usually plays to help him understand ruling the world better. It's genius, even if it's unorthodox. That is part of the reason he's able to assume control so quickly.

Poor Tim probably isn't getting enough sleep with all the worlds he is managing. Though, he probably set up automatic processes to help them become independent, self-sufficient, and less reliant on him. He's still there to help them, but he's not directly assisting everything. My hc is that he went dark from Bruce for a few weeks until the worlds were able to manage on their own. He periodically has to "go help YJ with a mission" whenever he acquires a new world to rule. That stuff is better to implement in person, after all

[romeosharpae]

“NEVER CHANGING”

theodore nott x reader

last and final part of this series!!! another series is on the way but not sure when though... it's lowkey funny that i wrote that first post in 2022 and now it's 2024.. enjoy though!!

content warnings : cursing, mature language, explicit adult content, rough sex, make up sex, hate sex? (i don't know y'all theo's gone feral), kind-of toxic! theodore nott.

word count: somewhere in the 5k’s

let’s all be happy this part one took 2 months!!

parts : 1,2,3-

Some things just never changed, huh?

Your eyes searched around the crowded ball room and that sentence constantly replayed in your head. The entire thing was cliche, and humbly, you thought you were really above all of it. To avoid vomiting from annoyance, you bring the fleet of champagne in your hands up to your lips and take a long sip.

Standing aside you was boasting your mother and father. The ending of the war was a celebration for new beginnings! Or that's what your father declared in the multiple letter's that he wrote you. Though you knew that wasn't the actual reasoning behind your father's sudden urge to party; He had been trialed for being in cahoots with Voldemort.. and luckily, he was proven guilty. But the concept that you couldn't grasp was why your family wanted to celebrate with a party, it's not like the moment these people walked out of your childhood home that your mother wouldn't judge everything about them. Despite your disagreement of this you were unfortunately still in attendance, wearing an expensive black dress that nicely hugged your curves with your hair neatly pinned up.

Truthfully, if it hadn't been for your father's threat you wouldn't be here. You smiled when the twenty-seventh person approached your parents tonight and engaged in a meaningless conversation. Very rarely did any of the guest direct words towards you, and you really didn't even care because this was probably the last time you'd see most of them.

"Ah! Y/N, I almost didn't recognize you." The women spoke awkwardly, a fake smile slapped on her face. "How has things been going for you abroad?"

"Fine, Thanks for asking."

Before you even finished speaking the women turned back to your parents. About 3/4 into your sixth school year at Hogwarts you made the decision to go and study abroad, well, your parents knew that Hogwarts was in shambles and no longer wanted you there, so they sent you to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You didn't put up much of a fight because you always wanted to travel the world, and on top of that there were things that you needed to detach yourself with at Hogwarts. So, for the past three years of your life, you've been living happily between Italy, France, and America. Ironically, your extremely rich father funded that and threatened to stop doing so if you didn't show up tonight.

So here you were, sipping through endless champagne as you were surrounded by stereotypical aristocratic purebloods. It reminded you of when you were still in school.. you hated it then and even more now.

"Excuse me, I need some air."

Your parents didn't pay much attention to your words, far to engaged in their conversation. You took another sip of your beverage as you stepped outside of the ballroom and onto the balcony. There was a part of you that missed England while there was another that didn't -- Your life was filled with so much diversity now. You traveled, met new people, ate new food, learned about cultures… everything! But you still missed your home,

Or at least that's what you tell yourself it is.

In your heart, although you were often belittled for your lack of "accomplishments" you absolutely loved traveling the world. But sometimes when you were lying in bed, staring at the celling in silence, you couldn't but to feel sometimes that there was a void that needed to be filled. It was almost like your mind and body feened for something that you couldn't actually make out.

"…Y/N?" The deepness of the voice almost has you thinking it's your father.

With a bull-crap apology sitting on the tip of your tongue you twisted your body to where the sound come from. To your surprise it wasn't your father here to scowl you… it was the last person you needed to see. Your apology swallowed back down, along with every insult you promised yourself to throw Theodore's way the next time you crossed paths. The familiar deep blue gaze and beautifully structured features had your stomach falling your feet. Were you seeing things? Or dreaming?

Why would your parents invite Theodore Nott to your home? They always wanted the two of you together and perhaps that's why they allowed him to take advantage of your naiveness for so long, but you expressed when they wrote you about him three years ago that you wanted zero involvements with the brunette.

Recalling how he emotionally drained you years ago have goosebumps spreading across your skin. Recalling your emotional breakdown in the common room that night makes you more uneasy. The only thing that comforted you was the promised that you made and kept so far, since that night in the common room Theodore Nott never had you again. Not as a lover, as a friend, as an acquaintance… nothing! For the first few weeks it was hard, you missed him because you loved him, but seeing the smugness on his face in the great hall that declared "she'll be back" kept you from going back. Then eventually you left, and your healing became much easier.

"Hi Theo." You softly greet. "You look Good."

You were telling the truth, the brunette looked extremely handsome tonight. His brunette hair was styled in a way that you never seen before but liked and the suit he wore was black. You couldn't help but to think that in a way, the two of you almost looked like you came to this party together.

The brunette pays your compliment no mind, eyes simply piercing into yours, and he wore an expression like maybe he thought he was seeing things or dreaming. The intensity behind his eyes has shivers rolling down your spine -- There was a moment in time when that would've turned you into puddy but now the effect wasn't that strong. Ironically, there was a moment in time when you never could've imagined not talking to Theodore for three minutes let alone three years.

"There you are, Y/N. Come back inside."

Your mothers voice rang through your ears. When you turn around, she's standing at the entrance of the balcony, shooting you a disappointed look. Her eyes than snapped to Theodore who was still staring at you, "What a pleasant surprise, Hello Theodore!"

Your mother wore a smile that lets you know that she purposefully invited the brunette against your wishes. You scoffed, underneath your breath and folded your arms over your chest. Theodore continued staring at you, distracting himself from what your mother was saying.

After taking the hint that Theodore probably wasn't in the right mind to give a response your mother stepped back into the party. There was something deep inside of you that didn't want to leave Theodore standing out here, it was telling you to talk to him. For closure? Or perhaps a better understanding? You didn't know. Eventually you followed behind your mother and stepped into the party, but you couldn't help but to look over your shoulder,

"It was nice seeing you" You cooed.

And before he got a chance to respond your lost in the herd of people.

The next time that encountered Theodore Nott was just as unexpected as the last. Your mother had convinced you to stay in town for a couple of days extra, you easily agreed. Being your mothers only child came with self-inflicted guilt growing, your father was always working, so aside from the house elf's (Which you didn't have any more thanks to Hermione Granger) your mother was at the house alone all of the time. So, when she asked you stay a few days after the party, even though your gut was telling you no, you did. Plus, you didn't really have anything to do for the next week anyways you really didn't mind.

You were walking into your favorite muggle bistro, inhaling the sweet smell of fresh baked goods. Pansy Parkinson and you always made stops here during the summer for the delicious Angel Cake and ever since you step foot in England you've been craving it. Luckily for you your mother had been at some book club for pureblood housewives this evening, so you were able to go without being criticized for eating from muggles.

You laugh to yourself as you remembered that the last time you came here three years ago. Theodore and you drank so many frapes that your stomach hurt from all of the sweetness. Merlin, although he was horrible to you it was the best when he was good. Remembering the good times for you were hard, mainly because you had to bombard your head with the bad ones to be able to fully get over your attachment to him.

The look that he gave you at the party played through your head like a broken record. You wondered; did he finally realize what he lost after all these years? Did he finally value you as much as you did him back then? It was far too late for all of that.

"Y/N? is that you?!" A voice chirped.

Looking over your eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the bistro's owner daughter. When you used to visit the shop, she'd always insert herself in you and Theodore's conversations, he found it irritating while you thought it was cute because she was so much younger. The small curly head girl ran to you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she embraced you.

"Hi, how have you been?"

"Good! Sit down, I'll go put your order in." The ten-year-old girl dragged you to sit down at the counter, "Same thing, right?"

You smiled, "You know it."

The little girl's hair bounced off her shoulders as she ran into the back, smiling ear to ear. You sat down on the stool, picking up a menu to see of they've put anything new that you'd like to try on there.

You didn't pay much attention as someone came and took a seat beside you, an empty stool between the too. The Frangrance that your nose caught a whiff has your heartbeat picking up… and you didn't understand why because your mind hadn't processed it at first.

"How can I help you?" The waitress asked.

"Can I get a slice of Angel Cake and then a medium Carmel Latte with extra whipped cream, please."

The order makes your ears perk up and finally draws your eyes away from the menu. Ironically enough, that was your same exact that you've been getting from this bistro since you discovered it at the age of twelve. You smiled, "Hey, that's my exact order t--,"

"--Theodore?"

His eyes flew to you the second he heard your voice. Why is Theodore ordering your order? He used to act like this place was the worse now he's coming here voluntarily to eat their food. His blue eyes pierced into yours, and for about two minutes the two of you just stared at each other. You hoped he wouldn't just stare at you like he'd done at the party… It made you nervous. You humorlessly chuckled, gesturing to him,

"I thought you didn't like it." You smiled.

"Yeah, I don't."

"Yeah, why are you buying it then?"

Theodore didn't give you an immediate answer and it makes your stomach twist. You'd spent three years getting over him, why were you so nervous now? The brunette cocked his head, rolling his tongue inside of his cheek before chuckling, his much more humorless than yours.

"Because when you came back, I wanted it to be a shortage of Angel cake, so you'd regret leaving."

"Nothing would make me regret leaving."

Coming back to a shortage of this bistro's Angel Cake probably make you flip out but not make you regret leaving. Truthfully, you don't think nothing would make you regret leaving your six years because deep down you know that had you stayed, Theodore would still be dragging you along like some dog.

He knew that to and perhaps that's why there's fury burning behind his eyes as he looked at you. Yeah, you left without saying anything to him, but it was laughable to you that Theodore wore an expression like you betrayed him by ripping his heart out and stomping on it. You couldn't understand why he didn't grasp the concept that he's the reasoning behind your split… you can't even say break up because you were never in a relationship.

"I've written you eight hundred and thirty-seven times."

"I know." You admit.

"You didn't write back."

"I had nothing to say to you, Theodore."

That was the God honest truth. All of the letters that Theodore had written you from the time you left to about three ago were stuffed in a kitchen cupboard in your flat along. It wasn't like you didn't want to read them, it's just that you knew that you couldn't read them for your own sanity.

Theodore wasn't as calm and collected as you were, he snaps, "And why is that?"

"I'm not going to argue with you." You shrugged. "We're too old for that now, don't you think?"

"Okay let's talk then, Y/N. Let's talk like two civilized adults."

"There's no point in that, Theodore."

A large smile spreads across your face when the young girl brought your desserts out. Following behind her was a different girl with the identical thing for Theodore who was now looking at you like you were talking nonsense. If looks could killed, you'd be lifeless on the floor from the way that Theodore eyes were staring at you. When the dessert was placed in front of you you wasted no time digging your fork into it and breaking off a piece.

"Yes, there is because my feelings for you are never changing, Y/N."

Theodore was trying so hard to get you to fold, but you weren't. It almost sounded believable, but luckily enough you know that Theodore loved to pillow talk and get you exactly where he wants you.

"Okay."

"You don't care anymore."

Theodore spoke the words in a way that lets you know that he wasn't asking you, he was saying it like it was a fact. Your nonchalant attitude was fueling his thinking of that and that brought you satisfaction. To say that your fully over the brunette would be 100% percent lying so you wouldn't say it. You missed him, you shouldn't, but you did.

"Yeah, because you never did." You argued.

"I always did."

You sighed, "I don't want to talk about this anymore Theodore."

"So, you just disappear for three years and now you wanna cry because I want answers, Y/N?--,"

You couldn't believe the words that had just left his mouth. He couldn't be serious right now… you were the villain for leaving? Unknowingly, you stood up to your feet, "Real typical of you to invalidate my feelings and prioritize yourself, Theodore! You want me to sit here and listen to your feelings like you literally didn't break my heart."

"You don't deserve answers."

"I'm sorry."

For the first time, those words sounded genuine leaving Theodores mouth. It almost makes you want to give in, feeling like you've finally proved your point by hurting him back... then you realized two words weren't enough. Two words couldn’t even compare to emotions that you felt when Theodore broke your heart three years ago... it wasn’t enough.

It wasn't enough to forget the fact that he practically used you for his own pleasure, disregarding the emotional attachment that you were beginning to develop.

"What can I do to make you forgive me?"

"Theo--"

"Y/N." He interrupts.

What could Theodore do to make you forgive him? Were you even in the proper mindset to forgive Theodore Nott for the troubles that he put you in? You we're sure, if you were, you're not sure that you wanted to forgive Theodore.

The way that Theodore and you were just staring at each other caused the body hair on your arms to stick up. It felt awfully weird seeing the same cold green gaze from three years ago be filled up with so many emotions now. You heaved out a deep sigh, eyes pulling away from his and onto your drink. You only look back when Theodore placed a hand on your leg, basically sending a shockwave through your body.

"One more chance, Y/N."

You blinked, "Do you even think that you deserve one more chance…?"

"No."

All you could do was hum in response to Theodore. At least the brunette was finally being truthful to you, well, that was the least that he could do after all of these years. You took a bite from your Angel Cake, no longer seeing the point in participating in this conversation with your ex-lover.

"I know that I don't deserve another chance Y/N… but--" Theodore shoots out. "Please."

"I was sixteen--"

"Yeah, so was I Theodore but I had enough common sense to string someone along for an entire year." You sighed, shaking your head. "What do you want from me Theodore? I just don't understand."

"I want you to let me show you that I've grown Y/N. Look, I know that I took you for granted and I'm sorry that it took you leaving for me to realize that I need to show that I cared--"

"I accept your apology Theodore, I do."

"You do?"

You were never really the one to hold grudges and Theodore was aware of that, so you didn't understand the shock behind his eyes. Of course, you didn't hate Theodore, no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't. Your mind would always flashback to Theodore's confessions to you, how broken he was and how that might be the reason he treated you the way he did. Back then that excuse made sense, now it was almost laughable; Theodore's trauma wasn't the reason he behaved so nonchalantly towards you, he did it because he wanted to and thought you would never stand against it.

"Of Course."

With that you stand to your feet, grabbing onto your frappe. You sent Theodore a small smile, mainly because you were leaving him to pay your bill, before walking out of the Bistro.

The week that you promised your mother that you spend with her went by in a flash. Hopefully by this time tomorrow you’d be inside of your Flat in Rome, laying on your couch and binge watching your favorite muggle series.

But at this time today you were standing in the corner of a crowded party, watching as Pansy Parkinson basically dry-humped Draco on the dance floor.

Pansy spent the entire day with you doing meaningless nostalgic stuff that the two of you did during your time at Hogwarts. You didn’t understand why she decided to hang out with you your last day but the answer came to you eventually when she mentioned a party being thrown tonight in honor of Blaise Zabini’s 20th birthday. She knew you were more likely to go had she been in your face pleading rather than her asking over the phone.

There were numerous of reason why you didn’t want to attend tonight’s party. For starters you knew there was a good chance you’d see people you attended Hogwarts with and they’d question you about your disappearance. That was a conversation that you’d rather avoid because you knew they already assumed it had everything to do with Theodore Nott. Secondly, you knew that this party would consume of nothing but Slytherin’s which you had nothing in common with but having wealthy pureblood supremacist parents. And your last reason was shamelessly staring right at you over the brim of their red cup.

You learned a long time ago that Wherever there was Blaise Zabini there was Theodore Nott not to far behind. So when Pansy mentioned the get together you automatically began spewing up excuses of not wanting to go that didn’t include the tall brunette. You were so determined on not going but there was apart of you that felt guilty; You just disappeared and now you were declining her offer to hang out because of your own selfish reasons.

And that’s you ended up here, standing in the corner watching as Draco and Pansy danced while being eyed like prey.

Theodore’s staring makes you nervous in undeniable ways… so nervous that you feel the sudden urge to use the bathroom. You almost felt pathetic, you weren’t sixteen years old anymore so why would you get so nervous over a look? Sighing softly you turned on your feet and made your way to the restroom. According to Pansy the party was being thrown in Blaise’s flat but you’d considered it more of a penthouse than flat. It peered over the beautiful city of London, giving you in sight of what was taking place on the streets.

It takes you about five minutes to handle your business inside of the lavatory. Before stepping out you fix yourself up, ensuring that you don’t look as nervous as you feel. When you pulled the door open, hands still damp from your wash a gasp left your lips at the unexpected figure standing in front of the door.

“Why are you following me?” You grumbled lowly.

“This is my home, Y/N. I’ll go anywhere I please without being questioned.” Theodore’s snappy tone makes your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Whatever.”

You tried to move out of the bathroom but Theodore just stepped in front of you. Your body shifted in the other direction and he blocked you once again. With squinted eyes you stared up at him once again, “What do you want?”

Theodore took a step closer to you, reducing the space between the two of you until there was none left. For some reason you were stuck, not being able to take a step back to open the space again. Goosebumps rise across your skin, being this close to Theodore did something unexpected to your body. You were scared, knowing that despite your rejection of giving him another chance that you’d allow Theodore to take you on right here if he did the right thing.

“I miss you.”

You sighed deeply, “Theodore we don’t need to keep having this conversat--"

“But we do because you don’t believe me.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe that Theodore Nott missed you in the past three years.. it’s that you knew you shouldn’t believe that Theodore Nott missed you. You couldn’t understand what else the brunette could want from you, He’d taken your pride, dignity, and ability to want anyone else but him. And here he was standing with desire laced in his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Theodore gently said, taking your hand inside of his. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and looked away, feeling the pace of your heart pick up immediately at his convincing words. Theodore quickly grabbed onto your face and turned you back to meet his low green eyes.

“Please Y/N?”

“You’re gonna hurt me again!” You shouted in an unfamiliar tone. “Why are you doing this? Why do you keep doing this?” Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes and your fingers tried to pry his hands off of you but he wouldn’t budge. “You’re so Selfish!”

Theodore had always been self when it comes down to you. Freaking out when you made other male friends, playing the hot and cold game, But this right here was another degree of selfishness coming from him—Theodore knew that he hurt you horribly and that you’ve spent the past three years trying to get over from that hurt. So for him to come after realizing that he could not in fact find someone better than you.. it was selfish.

“I know.” He admits.

A single tear slipped from your eyes, recalling the pain from everything that Theodore had put you through and the fact that you still loved him. It hurts your mind, your body, and your soul. Theodore’s quick in swiping the tear away from the skin of your cheek, you found it funny that after all of these years he was still able to wipe away the tears that he caused. Suddenly, He shushed your quiet cries by pressing his soft lips against yours.

And Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the taste of the brunette back on your lips. While your mind was telling you to push him away, telling you to stop him, but the way that he kissed you made your body crave otherwise.

Perhaps that’s why you’re eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist when he reached underneath your knees to pick you up. You gasped when his hard erection pressed against his lower half and with your mouth opened Theodore takes his chance to slide his entire tongue inside of your mouth.

The two of you continued your sloppy make out session as he carried you inside of his bedroom. After this all of your built up self-respect from the past three might as well go down the drain and truthfully you’re not sure that you cared. Your legs felt weak from arousal when Theodore sat down on his bed with you straddling him.

You gasped from pleasure when his mouth trailed down your neck. Theodore’s kisses were filled with desperation and you could tell how much he wanted you. While one of his hand he lifted your hips up and the other flys to the button of his pants. Sometimes you got annoyed with Theodore’s lack of foreplay during the heat of the moment.. but right now all you wanted was for him to be inside of you.

Need filled your stomach to the brim while your hands yanked your dress up and pulling your underwear to the side. Drool nearly slipped past your lips when you caught glimpse of Theodore’s freed thick cock, precum leaking from the tip.

His lips caught yours in a kiss again, a moan slipped past your lips when he begins rubbing the tip of himself against you a few time, collecting your wetness.

Before you could brace yourself he was pushing the head of himself inside, the familiar stretch has your body burning and your legs practically spasming.

“Stay still, Y/L/N” Theodore groaned.

Although you wanted to listened to him you just couldn’t. Truthfully, you hooked with a couple of euro boys but they didn’t even half-compare to Theodore Nott. The pleasure spreading across your body has your head spinning.

“Goodness, I’ve missed you so much.” Theodore grunted huskily. “Ugh--I hate it when you keep this away from me.” The pace of him thrusting into you picked up and the sharp pain of his fingernails digging into your skin as he kept your waist in place wasn’t even noticeable,

You’ve missed this so much.

Your fingers slide up from Theodore’s frame, you placed your hands around his face and he shuddered. An unexpected vulnerability filled his eyes while he moaned that almost caused you to close yours. You were token aback by it, your walls fluttering around him.

“I won’t hurt you again.”

“Theodore… Please--,” You gasped, barely catching your breath to speak to him. “--Don’t.”

You couldn’t handle hearing Theodore’s pillow-talk right now. Him lying about going to be better was something you couldn’t handle..Something that this intimate moment couldn’t handle. Your eyes fell close when he pulled you in for another wet open-mouthed kiss.

“Don’t what?” He hummed.

Theodore ran his hand through your hair. You couldn’t form a response, truthfully you’d forgotten that the brunette even asked you something. But clearly that didn’t please him because Theodore suddenly rolled the two of you over. Your body was now pinned underneath him, completely vulnerable to whatever strokes he wanted to give you.

And clearly they weren’t nice ones…

Suddenly, there was a change in Theodore’s thrusting. It was rougher, animalistic almost. You weakly pushed against his stomach, small whimpers leaving your lips at every hateful thrust he gave you.

“Look at me,” He growled, grabbing onto your neck and forcing you to look at him. The way that Theodore drives himself into you has your eyes watering, tears streaming down your face, so he was a bit blurry. “Don’t do what?”

The hard squeeze that he gives your throat has you spiraling. You hiccuped, eyes rolling in the back of your head, toes flexing as you came.

“Yeah, Just like that.” Theodore begins guiding you through your orgasm, thrust becoming deeper yet still rough.

“--Theo,” You panted his name.

“Yeah, Theo.” He mocked you. “That’s who’s fucking You.”

Despite you being stuck underneath him, you squirmed at his tone. You already sensed the possessive words he’s about to spew and you’re sure it would send you cumming once again.

“That’s who’s always gonna fuck you, Y/N. Me.” He practically growled in your face, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“You don’t wanna hear that I’m sorry? I don’t care because you need to, I’m sorry that it took me this long to realize it but I do love you.”

You moaned but it was overpowered by the sound of Theodore moaning in your ears. Overstimulation filled your body as Theodore finally came undone, spilling his cum inside of you. Your fingernails dig deep into his back while he snapped his hips at yours, drilling his release deep inside of you.

With a grunt, Theodore smashed his mouth against yours in a sensual kiss. He mummers against your mouth, “I’m gonna change, I promise.”

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[astarioffsimpmain]

Halloween in Waterdeep

Gale Dekarios x F!Reader (called "Tav" once)

Synopsis: Tav thinks Gale's tower might be haunted; Gale has an answer for it. But is it the right one?

Author's Note: Happy Halfway to Halloween, everyone! Since people celebrate "Half-o-ween" anywhere from April 30th through May 2nd, I'll hopefully be posting a few more Halloween themed fics in the coming days! But for now, enjoy this fluffy Gale fic. <3

*Extra Info: Some of this fic is stretched a little beyond what is canon, I am aware and did it on purpose to suit my idea. However, what I did research for canon-alignment purposes is that Faerunian "October' is commonly known as Leaffall, and the holiday at the end of Leaffall is called Liar's Night, which is essentially Faerunian Halloween, or Samhain. It's on the 30th day of Leaffall and it's common to dress up in disguises to avoid the attention of the deities known as Leira and Mask.

"Gale, are you certain your tower isn't haunted?" You scrunched your knees up to your chest as you sat in the very center of Gale’s large four poster bed. The wizard was sitting merely feet away at his desk grading papers, but he still seemed too far away for your liking, your earlier experience in the tower while he was away for work still lurking in the shadows of your mind. 

"I'm quite certain, my love. I lived here by myself with only Tara for an entire year and never experienced anything of the… phantasmic nature. That is, unless the spirits of the mice Tara has disposed of in that time have returned for justice." He chuckled to himself, and normally you would chuckle with him, but your fear currently outweighed your humor and you huffed instead. 

Your frustration caught his attention and the pen he was holding went down. He turned to you in his chair and appraised your balled-up position on the bed. You looked so small and helpless, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for teasing you. Pushing himself up, he made his way to you, the urge to wrap his arms around you and make you feel safe again superseding all of his professor duties for the time being. You came first; you always had, and you always would. 

You reached for him as he climbed up onto the bed, and he gathered you up in his arms, pulling you close to his chest where the marks of the orb still lay in harmless divets and grooves along his skin. The hair that grew there scratched your cheek as you nuzzled into him, and you found comfort in the familiar sensation. 

"Alright. Tell me what happened and we'll see what we can do. If it is a spirit, I know several incantations that will allow us to speak to them and safely move them along. If it's something else, we've fought worse, I'm sure. Yes?" He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands and lifted your face, forcing you to meet his tender eyes. 

You nodded, determination returning to you now that you had the confidence of your fiancé again. "Alright," you began, walking back through the experience in your mind. "I was in the kitchen downstairs making coffee, and I heard a thumping noise behind me. I knew you were at Blackstaff, so naturally, my first guess was Tara, so I called out to her as I turned around, but she wasn't there. I looked all around the kitchen for her but she was nowhere to be found. Finally, I found her in your study, curled up asleep. So, I figured it must have been an animal of some sort inside the walls. It happened a few more times when I returned to the kitchen, but I ignored it as best I could in favor of my task. But then, something happened that I simply could not ignore. The spice cabinet door flung open by itself! I was shocked, of course, as none of the windows were open - for the gods' sakes, it's the 26th day of *Leaffall, it's chilly out there. I stared at it in shock, then it closed right back! I cast Detect Magic, as you taught me to do, and came up empty handed. That is not the first odd occurrence that has befallen me, Gale. In the last week alone, there have been numerous times in which I've felt like I'm being watched or heard strange, unexplainable noises in the tower."

Gale shook his head, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "I do believe I know what's going on here." 

"Oh?" You quirked a confused eyebrow at him. 

"In the days leading up to *Liar's Night, some Waterdhavians pull pranks around their houses to confuse the deities of Leira and Mask. They wear wooden necklaces so their magic cannot be detected while they have their fun. Then as you know, on Liar's Night, we all don disguises to keep those deities from showing us any special attention. Well, in the year Tara and I spent alone here, Tara did her best to keep my spirits up in any way she could in that dark time, including pull pranks on me during Leaffall. I suspect she's doing the same to you as a sort of… welcome to the Dekarios family. Let's ask her, shall we?"

You nodded, finding yourself both relieved and irritated at the Tressym for tricking you. Gale led you from your shared room and led you to the study, where Tara was bedded down next to one of Gale’s many bookshelves. "So, Tara." Your fiancé's voice was deceptively casual, but you heard - and you were certain Tara did too - the undercurrent of annoyance laced in his tone. "Playing pranks on my fiancée for Leaffall, hm? You truly startled her, my friend, and I do hope you will apologize."

"Mr. Dekarios," Tara tried to interject, but Gale continued without pause.

"By all the gods, she thought the tower was haunted!"

"Mr. Dekarios…" another failed attempt. 

"I very much want my wonderful fiancée to feel safe in her new home, and-"

"Mr. Dekarios, for heaven's sake it wasn't me!" the tressym screeched and flapped her wings indignantly. Gale, at last, halted in his tracks and furrowed his eyebrows, the creases on his forehead deepening in displeasure. 

"Tara, are you being totally honest with me?" He said, his voice stern, and you stepped up behind him, laying a hand on his tense shoulder. He breathed out slowly, relaxing under your touch. "I apologize, Tara, Tav." He nodded to both of you in turn, then fully turned to you, taking your hands in his own. "I just- I can't stand the thought of you not feeling safe here with me. So, Tara, please, if it was you, just tell m-"

Thud

All three heads whipped around suddenly as a loud, clear thudding sound came from the wall of the study behind them. "Gods above, what kind of anim-"

Thud Thud 

"Gale-"

Thud Thud Thud 

"Mr. Dekarios-!" 

BANG!

Books flew off the bookshelves and piled unceremoniously into the floor as the wall cracked open with a blinding light for several seconds before a woman was revealed standing in the study with them. The crack of light closed as though it had never been there in the first place, and the woman, giggling gleefully, cast a spell to return the books to their rightful places. You took glances between the strange woman and Gale, whose jaw had fallen slack. But after several seconds of uncharacteristic silence, all was revealed.

"Mother?!" 

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fin

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[darin-nidk]

Judas. | Emily &. Demon!Reader x Saint Peter.

Content: Emily took sides too quickly, Vaggie is suspicious. Saint Peter doesn't recognize this new (old?) angel and can't explain why he feels drawn to them.

In Hell, location: the Hazbin Hotel

"I still don't get it... Why would Emily side so quickly with us? With your cause?", Vaggie thought outloud as she laid down on the bed with her eye staring at the ceiling, before moving to rest on her side as she stared at Charlie who had been reading that story her mom would have ages ago as she was having trouble falling asleep. The Princess of Hell froze at her girlfriend's question, now looking at her eye.

She was right, Vaggie was much sharper than her when it came to important details, after all, her girlfriend was logical whereas she was emotional which is why they complimented each other — Charlie hadn't pondered on why Emily was so quick to side with her and her cause, stand up against Sera and promising to help as much as she could, dimissing the lingering threat over her head to get expelled from Heaven as an openly viewed ally. Charlie had been blinded by finally having one who wasn't a demon that she had entirely overlooked something so obvious.

The blond demon tried to come up with an answer, but none came to her mind — she gave a puzzled look at her girlfriend who gave an awkward yet understanding smile before sitting down on bed and getting closer to Charlie. "As a former angel, I didn't question orders and simply followed. I... I did feel guilty everytime an extermination took place, more often than not", Vaggie let out a heavy side at that, and Charlie couldn't resist but to hold onto her, pulling her closer so she'd be sitting sideways on her lap on their shared bed. The angel blushed faintly before she took a deep breath and continued her story. "I would let kids escape, I would try to turn an eye to those who seemed vulnerable and... What I mean is, I didn't have free will exactly, I didn't question things even if I felt like crap. But Emily had a different status, a higher one and much more strict so she... She shouldn't be this... I don't know, just, something's off, Charlie".

The pair of girlfriends exchanged a glance and held each other. Since the last extermination took place... They hadn't been back to Heaven. Much less now that Lute was running the show. So, all they could do, was wait, and try to keep a positive mindset while also working on a variety of defense and attack plans while taking into consideration all possible altering factors within and outside their control. As a precaution.

In Heaven, location: Emily's room

"Can you please keep quiet or tone it down?", Emily whispered-shouted as she helped her friend get dressed like all the other angels in Heaven. (Y/N) had been her best friend since they were alive, both were raised in a small church community and they used to have the same values until life happened, causing them to become two different people — (Y/N) had lost their way, and lost their faith unlike Emily who kept holding onto the church, studying the bible, volunteering at shelters and more selfless acts because she also had the luxury of a better economical background whereas (Y/N) didn't have that cushion. As bitter as they were at times, it hurt that those who had a deeply need to survive were the most motivated to study and do research on any and everything, to hone their abilities to impress and sometimes surrender themselves to poor treatments and toxic enviroments, a lack of support equals grapsing whatever opportunity lies before you and being indifferent on whether it will be harmful or not.

The 'angel' stood still as their friend helped them dress up accordingly, changing their make up, their nails, even shaving the necessary bits. Emily was trying to make (Y/N) look as clean, fresh and impeccable as she could to mimic the exterior of someone who belongs to Heaven. How did Emily sneak them? By using the remaining bits of the portal that had allowed Sir Pentious to access Heaven as a newly redeemed soul. "I have been meaning to somehow bring you here, you are like my family. No, you are my family and the reason why I want sinners to be able to prove they can redeem themselves...", Emily spoke in a soft tone, cupping the side of (Y/N)'s face and smiled at them, making them smile in return as they leaned onto her touch. "Even before Adam had given us that poor list of how to end in Heaven, you were worth Heaven. Fuck, you were better than Adam himself who was the epitome of humankind yet he was worst than a demon", their eyes widened at her venomous words and darkened expression of irrate. Somewhat paranoid, their (e/c) eyes looked around nervously as Emily's wings flapped behind her and she flew off the ground, circling (Y/N) to see if any detail of their outer appearance was amiss. Humming and even chirping happily at her work, she descended onto the ground again and squealed, holding their hands and spinning around. "Your disguise is perfect, (Y/N)! Gosh, I can't wait to show you Heaven and all that you mlssed".

Smiling at her, (Y/N) felt guilt bubbling within their chest as endless scenarios of what could go wrong went through their mind yet Emily reassured them that no matter the outcome, she'd be there for them. It was a lovely sentiment, but Emily wouldn't make it in Hell as far as (Y/N) did.

In Heaven, location: the library

"—I'm telling you, I don't know how he made it past the gates when that's literally my work", Saint Peter groaned, he was in Heaven's extensive library trying to find a logical explanation as to why Sir Pentious made it into Heaven without even crossing the Pearly Gates — yet nothing showed up thus far, nothing that could explain how this came to be or why this was the only record and proof of a sinner getting redeemed. Was he talking to the bored librarian that wanted him gone? Yes. Was he mostly thinking outloud? Also yes. His wings were flapping behind him, clearly showing the stress he was experimenting as he paced back and forth through the library's floor, yet he was pulled away from this spiral of what-ifs thoughts by the door creaking and different step patterns which indicated that two other angels had joined him, and the librarian.

"Ah, names? Okay Emily and... Sorry, could you repeat that? Assigning an old citizen to work here with hearing problems and poor memory was a questionable choice", the librarian spoke, slowly and bored at this interaction but chuckled faintly nonetheless. "Ah, (Y/N)? Can't say I heard that name, but then again... Angels rarely come here, only Saint Peter".

A name he was acquainted with, followed by a name he never heard, Saint Peter himself who greets those who make it past the Pearly Gates. What is going on?, he is supposed to know every soul that got here. Exasperated, he abruptly turned around and if it wasn't because he was on the ground and throwing a fit with only his wings flapping behind him, Saint Peter was sure he'd have faceplanted onto the ground at the sight of Emily and this unknown angel.

The unknown angel and Saint Peter had locked gazes for a long amount of time, making the librarian and Emily herself feel like the third and fourth wheel. Clearing her throat, Emily made the pair break eye contact and look flustered before she pressed her palm in between (Y/N)'s shoulderblades and pushed them before her, looking up at Saint Peter and gesturing a introduce yourself expression. If they passed Heaven's watchful eyes, the one in charge of letting souls pass and know everyone's name in Heaven, they could fool God.

"Hi", their voice barely above a whisper as they watched Saint Peter spread his wings and fly from where he stood to slowly descend before them, still looking in a trance of sorts as his face had a yellow blush present. "I'm (Y/N), I think one of your ah, collegues? The one in the current shift greeted me and told me to uhm, you know, introduce myself to you".

Saint Peter was familiar with falling in love, he did so back in Earth yet when he reunited with his former wife in Heaven, they didn't feel that initial connection nor the obligation to get involved in a romantic relationship, remaining amicable at best and acquaintences at worst. Whatever they had on Earth had evaporated, only a feeling of familiarity whenever they crossed paths and they carried on without interacting, not even a wave. But this..? Saint Peter never felt his heart beating this fast, this erraticaly... His face felt like burning, and his mouth felt dry as his blue eyes widened, memorizing each detail and feature of them, a beautiful, astonishing... "Uhm, hi?". Snapping back to reality as he tried to focus on whatever they said, Saint Peter reached down to hold their hand and shake it as a greeting, making their own face turn a reddish hue as they got flustered. Adorable, deliciously so.

"Hi! Yes, pleasure to meet you, welcome to Heaven, (Y/N). Shall I give you a tour?", blue eyes were practically sparkling at the prospective of spending (alone) time with them, but there was an increasing worry creeping from the back of his mind, what's this desire to monopolize them..? It was worrisome, the need to touch their hands for longer than he should have, to stand this close within their personal space.

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[pupyuj]

older stepsis!momo punishing reader because she failed her math test..

(no g!p)

ohhhhh wait i like this.. 👀🤭🤭

maybe momo worked hard tutoring you before your test :(( she has always wanted you to do your very best and as your big sis, she felt like it was her responsibility to help you! but like.. she hand her hand on your thigh the entire time she was tutoring you, staring at your lips every time you were talking, and giving you kisses every time you answered something right, each one in various places: your ear, your temple, your head, your cheek, your jawline, your nose... until eventually momo just full-on kisses you on the lips,, and you didn't fight against her bcs you always did think your big sis was pretty, and you liked kissing her...

and then she moves on to having you sat on her lap, groping your tits while you tried to focus hard on your practice questions.. squirming, trying to ease that feeling in your cunt but it was so hard when momo was simultaneously kissing your neck and squeezing your boobs underneath your shirt :((( then she sneaks a hand inside your shorts, feeling your wet panties, gently rubbing her fingers against the fabric to help you out a little.. but it distracted you more than anything 😵‍💫

momo making you turn your head from time to time so she could kiss you,, your legs now wide open and she's playing with your clit while you're whimpering in her mouth it all felt too good :(( both of you freezing up every time you hear footsteps outside the room,, fearing that your parents will catch you but it turns out being nothing and momo goes back to teasing you :(( atp you were the one tutoring yourself while your big sis was just feeling you up sjdbfbekfdjf 😭

momo risked a lot there, so imagine how she feels when you failed the test by a few points?? she would be so mad :( any trace of your sweet and funny older sis momo being gone :(( "did you just use me, (y/n)? are you a fucking bimbo now?? a stupid whore??" she was saying, one hand squeezing one of your boobs too hard and the other pulling your hair back,, she had you pinned against your study table, with your back against her,,, frantically shaking your head and denying everything she was saying,,, that it wasn't your fault but she gets even more heated,,

"oh sorry, was i distracting you, then?? don't forget you fucking wanted that, (y/n)."

then she's bending you over :(( your bare ass and cunt in full display for her,,, momo guiding you through correcting the questions who got wrong,, slapping your ass or your pussy whenever you answer too slowly or you still don't get it right,,, your parents happened to be out of the house... so momo didn't have to worry about covering up your mouth to silence your whines, your pleads for her to stop...

big sis momo comes back when she hears your sobs,, feels guilty bcs she actually hurt you,, ends up backhugging you and kissing your tears away, "sorry... i'm sorry, baby... i went too far, i know..." and she's caressing the spots where she hit you, frowning and scolding herself in her head for losing it over such a trivial thing :((( then she's taking you to your bed, laying down and placing you on top of her, kissing your lips gently,, "you have to do better next time, okay? your mom won't like it if you fail any of your classes, you know? i'm only helping you..." she was saying, hugging you tightly while you rest your head on her chest,,

her making you promise to ace the next test, and in return promising you that she'll give you double the reward that you deserve 😵‍💫 that was all the motivation you needed really! just the idea of your big sis fucking you for being her smart and obedient little sister 🤤🤤

[the-force-awakens]

Two Birds, One Stone

Pairing: poe dameron/f!reader (no pronouns) Rating: explicit Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: smut (18+ only): fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected piv, alcohol consumption (both parties are sober tho), friends to lovers, one night stand (or is it?) A/N: I have no idea why this concept burrowed into my head the way it did or how I ended up almost writing 5k of it but??? here we are.

You glance around the rec room - Snap and Karé making eyes at each other in the corner, Tallie and Paige already making out at another table - then back at Poe who is staring studiously ahead following his unintentional slip up that he's frustrated in a very particular kind of way, and wraps his lips around the bottle of coruscant cooler he bribed Yolo for. 

And it's gotta be the sip you've taken of your drink that makes you blurt, out of the blue, "There's me.”

His entire frame goes carefully rigid, enough so that you almost want to take the words back — almost but not quite. Poe lowers his drink slowly, casting you a skeptical look. "What?”

You shift slightly, giving him a casual shrug. "I said there's me. I'm not under your command, no reason for you to feel guilty. And -” despite the brazen nature of your suggestion, you feel warmth climb up your neck to your face - "it's been a while for me too. Two birds, one stone. Well - one dick, I guess.”

His eyebrows had nearly shot up to his hairline, but they lower now, something shifting in his expression as he studies yours. "You're serious?”

At this, you can't help but feel a little offended and you don't bother disguising that as you reply, "No, I just decided to screw with you about screwing you - yes, I'm being serious.”

He snorts at that, pushes away his bottle and turns in his seat, looking around the room before his gaze lands back on yours, a gentle heat building in his eyes that makes you falter and wonder if you've made a terrible mistake in suggesting this. "You know how many people we're going to hear an 'I told you so' from if they find out?”

You grin, leaning forward and daring to place your hand high on his thigh, enough that Poe's breath audibly hitches. “Do you really care what they have to say if it means getting off tonight?”

"I - uh - nope," he lands on empathically, popping the 'p' as he slides off his bar stool, offering you his hand to help you down off yours. It's sweet and he's done it a million times - but now it makes your heart trip over itself. "You sure about this?”

You are, in the sense that you know you want this. But what you're not so sure about is if it's a good idea, when his sheepish smile and crinkled eyes alone give you butterflies. Knowing his body intimately like you've suggested seems like playing with fire. 

"Yeah. You?” Because he hasn't actually said yet, though you know he wouldn't have budged if he hadn't made his mind up already - if it wasn't a yes, he'd still be at the bar.

"Surer than I've ever been," Poe replies with a crooked grin, squeezing your hand slightly and - yeah. This was a really fucking bad idea.

But you also really don't care.

You wonder if Poe can feel you watching him the entire walk back to his quarters. Nothing about the trek back seems significant yet at the same time incredibly surreal: you know where he keeps his flimsiplast blueprints of classic starfighter models hidden away for safe keeping, the name of that really naughty erotic romance novel he secretly loves even though the ending made him cry, you've curled up in his bed watching horror movies while he used you as a human shield and peering at the screen from behind your shoulder (which you found particularly endearing, considering how daring he is in every other facet of life, and also because it warms you from the inside out that he trusts you to protect him). 

And now you're going to know what it's like to have him spread out against his mattress, flushed and panting underneath you. The thought sends desire zipping down your back so intense that for the first time since leaving the rec room, you drop your eyes away from Poe - something like guilt surfacing over the thick wave of arousal at the fantasy you've conjured. Is it really wrong to think about it when it's about to be a reality?

You're yanked out of your thoughts by the soft beeps of Poe punching in the code to his room - Leia's birthday - and the pneumatic hiss of the door sliding open. His smile is genuine and earnest as he motions you to go in first.

It's surprisingly clean, cleaner than it'd been the night before last when you'd unceremoniously dropped onto his bed complaining about Laszlo being a dick during your shift (though there was never a time when he wasn't a dick) — so you assume Poe must've found the time and energy to tidy this morning before his patrol, or BB-8 did. Speaking of which -

“Where's Bee?” You ask as Poe steps in after you, the door sliding close behind him. Though you don't turn around, you sense him moving closer - slowly, like he's either trying to work out his next move or if he's not sure when you're supposed to begin. 

"He wanted to spend some time with the astromech pool,” Poe answers, giving in and lightly dragging his knuckles down the length of your bare arm, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. "Probably won't be back until later.”

"Lucky,” you breathe, heart rate picking up already because he's never touched you like this before. You were used to being touched by him because Poe was incredibly tactile and affectionate, but those had all been fleeting because despite his touchy nature, Poe didn't linger. 

He's lingering now, though, stepping close enough you can nearly feel his chest against your back. He flexes his hand out, lets his palm slide back up as he replies, "Yeah, luck seems to be going around tonight.”

Ordinarily you'd have rolled your eyes - hell, the temptation to do it is so instinct you nearly do, but it's overpowered by how the sincerity of his voice makes you melt. 

And melting is really not ideal. Neither is the way your traitorous knees already want to buckle just from this, from his close proximity that's still nowhere near close enough to sate you — either of you, really. 

You turn slowly around, breath catching low in your chest as you finally get a glimpse of Poe's face, of the unmasked want darkening his features and his eyes, which unabashedly rake over your frame like he's been waiting for permission to do so for a while. 

The thought that maybe he wants you almost as bad as you want him makes you clench your thighs together, and soothes some of the sting of the thought simmering in the back of your head which is that you want more than one night of this. 

No, that's not quite it either. 

You want this, you want - need - to know what it's like to have him inside you, to hear him moan your name, watch him unravel; you wouldn't take back your offer now and you're sure as hell not going to regret it later, not when Poe is looking down promisingly at you like that.

You want him in every single way you can have a person and it terrifies you because you've never felt like that for anyone — because sex has always just been a bit of fun for you, a way to stop thinking, to feel good. 

But it already feels like so much more than that right now. You feel like by inviting yourself into his bed, you've cracked open your ribcage so that all the love you've been hiding can spill out. 

"Can I kiss you?” Poe asks, deadly serious as he zeroes in on your mouth, before flicking up to meet your eyes - searching for any sign of hesitance. 

"Please.” It comes out breathier and a little more desperate than you meant for, but you don't think you can wait any longer. And it seems like Poe's patience has run out as well, because he surges forward, pulling you flush against him as he cups your face, kisses you hard.

You open your mouth to him, groan when he slides his tongue in, when his blazing hot hand meets bare skin as your shirt lifts up when you go to wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer, your other hand sliding up his stubbled jaw — it prickles against your palm and you moan again, thinking of what it'd feel like against your thighs.

Poe nudges you forward, keeping you steady as he walks you backwards to his bunk - like you don't already have the layout to his room memorized, you're in it more than your own - and you're struck with three simultaneous realizations at once:

Poe Dameron was as good at kissing as he was flying

You probably could have done this without kissing him at all, kept this impersonal, kept some line in the sand of your relationship with him

You were about to have sex with your best friend. 

And some-fucking-how the least terrifying on the list was the third one.

You break apart from each other slowly, exchanging a weighted look that's filled to the brim of unsaid things and emotions clawing their way to the surface like a drowning man desperate for air; Poe's cheeks are already flushed and when he shifts closer, you feel his hard length pressing against the seam of his trousers. 

Taking a step back from him, you toe off your boots, immediately knocking them aside and out of the way with your ankle as Poe kicks his off. As he shucks his jacket off, you peel your shirt up and over your head — and are immediately rewarded with the sound of Poe inhaling sharply because you didn't wear a bra tonight. 

You don't normally, the weight of the straps often giving you migraines, so you usually opt for tank tops underneath: you hadn't worn one tonight, hadn't made an effort to be remotely put together because your plans had involved having a drink with Poe and then crashing for the night after such a long day - which, technically speaking, nothing about that has changed.

You sit down on the edge of the mattress, which is a bad idea because it puts you at eye-level where his trousers are tented. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you're reaching for him, undoing his belt with nimble fingers. 

"What are you - oh fuck -” Poe sucks in a sharp breath as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one quick motion, revealing his thick cock. It's curved up, towards his tummy, and already leaking precum.

You pull him closer, fingernails digging probably too harshly into his thighs. You glance up at him under your eyelashes, find him staring at you with dark, frantic eyes as his chest heaves. He's already unraveling and you've barely begun. The thought does very little to help the gathering dampness in your underwear, but it sure motivates you into returning your focus to the task at hand. 

You don't immediately go for his dick though - instead you lean in, pressing your nose against the soft skin of his thigh, ghosting your lips across it and you're struck with the exigent need to mark him. Which shouldn't be on the table, it shouldn't. But the thought of leaving behind evidence of tonight on his body, one that he won't be able to ignore, that will remain for a day or two and that he'll have to look at in the shower or when he dresses or (hopefully) when he gets himself off — makes something thrash in self-satisfaction behind your ribcage. 

Something that's immediately replaced with a wave of disappointment: you don't have any claim on him, even if you know him better than anyone else in the galaxy. Even if you're a little bit hopelessly in love with him. 

So instead of pinching his skin between your teeth, you move further up to his neglected cock and lick a long, slow swipe up the underside of his shaft, which makes Poe gasp roughly, his head tipping back and exposing his throat.

Scratch that. You're completely and utterly gone for your best friend, no ‘little bit’ about it. Which, again, is not ideal so you shove the thought away angrily and take it out on Poe by swallowing him down.

What you can't take in your mouth, you wrap your fist around, jerking him off at the same time that you savor the weight and taste of him on your tongue, every groan and whimper that falls from his lips.

It doesn't feel like it's been long at all when his hips buck harshly into your mouth and you hear him swear, bitten off. He grabs your hair, pulling you off abruptly, his breathing erratic as he releases his grip on you, rubbing your skull apologetically with his thumb. "Not gonna last if you keep that up, maker fuck, you're good at that.” 

"Oh, did you underestimate how good I'd be?” You retort, scooting backwards on the bed when Poe gestures for you to, giving him room to crawl in after you. 

"No.” It's a surprisingly clipped answer, and there's a weight to it that gives you pause, trying to search his shadowed face for a deeper meaning because for once in his life, Poe isn't saying something. 

But before you can ask another question, he's ducking in to kiss you again, slowly as he settles over you, gently pushing until you're supine on your back, his body covering yours as he braces himself on his elbow so as to keep his full weight off you (not that you'd really mind), while letting his hand slide down to your neck, his thumb settling in at the dip of your throat and maker fuck that shouldn't feel so good. 

He wedges one thigh between your legs, grinding up and you nearly choke, whining his name against his lips - which has the delightful side effect of making Poe groan, bucking against you before having the audacity to pull his thigh back away from your core.

He tears his mouth away from yours, the hand that was around your throat sliding down your bare torso, stopping to thumb the underside of your nipple which has you arching up into his touch carelessly, eyelids fluttering shut so you miss his brief, pleased smile before he works his hand between your bodies. 

Poe pushes aside your underwear, dipping one finger inside you to the knuckle, making you both moan. "Gods, you're wet,” he sounds like he can't believe it, even though you can both hear the slickness as he drags his finger slowly around. "All this just from getting me off, baby?”

The endearment falls off his lips easily and without thought but it makes you clench down around him subconsciously as your mind grapples with the fact that this is actually happening, that his calloused finger is pressing up against your slick walls.

The realization thuds around your brain like an echoing drum, intensifying when he slides another finger in. The stretch is slow, stings a little because it's been a while since anyone's fingers but yours were down there, and Poe's are decidedly thicker. 

Longer too, evidently, because he's reaching a place that has sparks appearing behind your eyes, something sharp, full and hot building low in your stomach. You rock into his hand, nodding wordlessly as you try to chase your own high. "All for you," you hear yourself say, high-pitched and barely familiar to your own ears. 

“All for - gods,” his voice breaks down into something nonsensical as his fingers slide deeper inside, grinding against your walls and crooking back towards himself in a way that leaves the entire world muffled around you, your mouth dropping when he leans back on his knees, using his other hand to give attention to your neglected clit. "All for me," he murmurs again, incredulous while you whine and squirm, openly admiring your wrecked expression. "You gonna come for me, too?”

The combination of being stuffed full of his fingers, his clever ministrations against your clit and his makerdamned voice is enough to — you're not even sure what happens. You cum but it's nothing like anything that's happened before: instead of crashing over the edge and losing temporary awareness of your body, it's like you've surfaced from the deepest part of the ocean and are sucking in greedy lung-fulls of air, no longer crushed down by the unforgiving current pressure. 

Your whole body is trembling when Poe slowly removes his fingers, transfixed at the sight between your legs — before his eyes trail back to his fingers, which gleam in the low light with the thick evidence of your climax. He brings them up to his mouth, sucking away the residue: his eyes roll back like they do when his taste buds go alight with something you've baked together in the kitchens, an appreciative noise rumbling up his chest and going straight to your core as he drops his hand. 

He seems wrought with indecision for a moment - you can tell by the way his brow furrows, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip that he's thinking, considering his options while situated between your thighs.

You're too impatient for that: you breathe out his name, reaching for him and it breaks his reverie. He's back over you in an instant, kissing you again, parts long enough to murmur, "You taste so good.”

His praise makes you groan, and you drag him down to kiss him again, fingernails scraping his scalp - which he seems to like by the way he jerks into you with a gasp, reminding you of just how badly want him inside you.

"Poe, come on -”

"Anyone ever tell you you're impatient?” Poe asks around a grin, but he obeys anyway (which makes your brain light up with interest), and strokes himself roughly, going to line up with your entrance. 

You snarf at that. “Yeah, you have - repeatedly. Last I checked you weren't any better.”

He notches the head of his cock against you and your breath stalls, grip tightening in his hair as Poe slowly sinks in another few inches. 

"I'm patient about - hnngh - some things,” he says, face pinched as he unexpectedly stops. He's not even halfway in yet and already you feel unbearably full. You can't imagine what it'll be like when he's in all the way. "The important things - those I'm - fuck you're soft and -”

He makes another wordless noise of appreciation, hands gripping your thighs so tightly that you know there will be bruises there later - and, oh, how that makes your stomach corkscrew with desire. 

You exhale shakily, slacken your hold on his curls, try to summon the energy to speak, to help him breathe through it — he said it's been awhile since the last time he was with anyone, after all. “What are you patient about? Not the first cup of caf, I can tell you that.” 

He huffs a noise that might be a laugh, moving just that much deeper inside of you. Poe's eyes are squinched shut, eyelashes long and dark against the tips of cheekbones. “I - this - been waitin' for this - been -” his sentence fades in a shared synchronized moan between the two of you as he sinks in fully, his cock disappearing inside of you. 

If it's possible to be cock drunk instantly, you wonder if you aren't now, because everything feels heady and light as you adjust to the feel of him, his words bouncing around in your head but not quite sticking. You clench around him unintentionally and Poe swears, dropping his head to your shoulder. 

Belatedly, you realize he's still rambling — you open your mouth to start to interrupt, tell him he can move now, when he says, "This is so better than I imagined it'd be, you feel so good, you -”

He stops abruptly, going as carefully still as he had in the rec room, this time because he can feel you tense beneath him. Slowly, Poe lifts his head up from your shoulder, dark brown eyes flicking between yours panickedly, "It - I just - I meant -” 

You press your finger to his lips, stopping him from going on another spiel and - for good measure - you let your other hand slide around the curve of his back to keep him in place, in case he gets the idea of pulling out of you following his unintentional bombshell.

"It's better than I thought it'd be too,” you tell him softly, trailing your fingertip down his kiss-swollen lips as your heart pounds. You know Poe better than anyone, better than yourself, yet there's still a seed of anxiety sprouting in the back of your mind that you're misunderstanding him, that he did just mean it's better than he thought it would be back at the bar.

You ignore it, forging ahead to confess, "I just wish it was for more than one night.”

Poe pushes up on his elbow in surprise. The sudden movement tips the angle of your hips, so that he pushes in even deeper, the tip of him hitting some sweet spot that has your stomach flipping. 

It also means that his face is caught between pleasure and revelation, which is a funny mix but it just softens his countenance to the point that affection swells up your throat: you love him so much that it isn't fair. 

"Doesn't have to be if you don't want it to,” Poe says, shyness creeping into his voice. It's rare, hearing that from him - you're so used to his confidence that the absence of it is so stark and surreal you nearly forget how you ended up in this conversation. 

"I want every night with you, every morning. I want you. Not just like this - though, this is -” experimentally, you lift yourself up, grinding into him and making you both groan - "good, this is really fucking good. I want…want you. All of you.”

You don't realize you've closed your eyes until Poe taps you lightly on your sternum: when you blink them back open, he's smiling softer than you've ever seen him. “You have me, you've had me for a long time. Maker, I've wanted you so bad -” he laughs, rakes his free hand through his hair - "didn't expect to tell you like this though.”

And you can't help but laugh too, because everything is backwards and completely perfect too. You hitch your leg up around his hip, pressing the heel off your foot against the small of his back, opening yourself up to him. “Somehow I can't imagine it happening any other way…but do you think we could reconvene on laughing at how ridiculous we are later and get back to the fucking now?”

"Yeah, I can do that.” Poe leans back down, grinning broadly as his lips find yours, kissing you long and slow as he finally pulls out, thrusting back in with a lazy grind, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag against your walls. 

"Oh - just like that - more -” you break off as Poe tilts his head, licking into your mouth, tongue slick against yours as he snakes one hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit while he continues his devastating slow pace.

Slow but hard, snapping up into you just like you want, adding just enough force at the apex of each thrust that you see stars, electricity zipping up your spine as the throbbing between your legs crests —

Your thighs tense around Poe as you come, his name a jagged noise on your tongue as you cling to him through the haze, trying to catch your breath even as Poe continues to rut into you, desperate for his own release. 

He's well beyond words now, reduced to grunts and the occasional whimper, clutching your knee - rubbing the bump of bone absently with his thumb, even as he chases his own high. 

Eager to help him get there, you slide your hands back into his hair like he seemed to like earlier, tugging on his curls as you lean in and knock your mouths together in a messy kiss, trying to meet his thrusts with your own, clenching weakly around him. 

It's when you tug on his bottom lip that Poe finally comes, spilling inside of you for what feels simultaneously like lightyears and mere seconds, dropping his head against the curve of your neck as he lets go of your leg so you can straighten it out finally.

He doesn't pull out immediately and you're glad, gladder still when Poe wedges his arms around your back, drawing you closer - kisses your sweaty skin at your collarbone. The kind of sleepy, thoughtless affection you've been dreaming of for years. 

Eventually after a while of luxuriating in the honey-like bliss that's enveloped you both as you come down from your respective highs, Poe perches his chin in the valley of your breasts, which makes the juxtaposition of his serious face all the stranger as he studies you. "I love you - is that okay?”

There's a million and one ways you've imagined him saying those three words to you, and a million and one ways you've imagined responding to them.

In this one, you knock your knee against his ribs, grinning crookedly when you reply, “Only if it's okay that I love you too,” before tugging him up to kiss his smiling mouth again - because you can. 

And not just tonight. You'll get to kiss him in the morning when you wake up together, still entwined together, and again before his next patrol; you get to have him not for just one night, but for every night, as long as you both want.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging his warm body to your own as sleep begins to pull you both under, his weight a comfortable pressure against you, leaving you utterly content.

This, you decide sleepily, was single handedly the best idea you've ever had.

[twiyoriz]

loid "for the mission" forger, who proposes to his wife with a grenade pin, takes out his wife and daughter to experience the finest indulgences the town can offer, almost punch an interviewer for making his (fake) daughter cry, celebrate his daughter's acceptance to school by renting out an entire castle and asking his coworkers to assist him with making an elaborate obstacle course for her, ask his wife out on a date because her well-being is crucial to the mission, set up cheesy bedsheets and photoshopped couple pictures to make his relationship with his "wife" more believable, feels guilty after suspecting his wife for knowing information about her SSS brother, wins a giant penguin plush for his daughter, pretends to be a penguin with his "robot" wife to make his daughter happy, agrees to adopt a dog used by a terrorist group for his daughter, fawn over his daughter (along with his wife) as she falls asleep with the family dog, waits for his wife to come home so they can eat together as a family, indulges in his wife's stew (despite being fearful for his stomach), brags about how his daughter can "jump over two vaulting boxes" and "jump rope five times in a row" to his boss, attempts to change his daughter's test answers out of fear of her failing, invites his wife to lunch after bumping into her on the street, lets his daughter play with the sandbox in his office (before being increasingly worried about her happiness seeing the chaotic scene she made), becoming defensive when a fellow coworker suggests that his (fake) wife should be replaced, repairing his daughter's toy penguin, walking his dog alongside his daughter regularly, contemplates asking his fake wife to be his REAL wife, lets himself enjoy his wife's humming for a bit while lying on her lap unconscious, constantly reassuring his (fake!) wife that she's doing a wonderful job as a mother and wife, letting his emotions slip through his trained facade as a spy and seeping through his fond looks and smiles for his family, looking at his wife as if through a shoujo manga filter, spends the day with his daughter on a cruise and saying that it was "lonesome" his wife wasn't able to join them for dinner, having an entire family day filled with activities and carrying his sleeping daughter and wife at the same time and looking at them with loving exasperation and a soft smile before heading home together as a family, and writes an entire original manga series complete with voiceovers so his daughter can retain her school studies.

considering how long this took me to write, i have a feeling some of these things aren't too important for the mission, twilight

[dogboyklug]

klug's sam & max au full entire whole

i am so tired

this is more an extensive collection of hcs than a fully-fledged au but yeah

this is also th basics of my entire. fanfic story im making ig. fun times.

enjoy

when sam was a child, he was heavily traumatized by the general environment. his parents put a lot of pressure on him, and a majority of his relatives (extended or not) were cruel towards him due to their military histories. sam is a transgender man, and he was allowed to partake in more "masculine" activities solely due to the hope that he might join the military once he was older

max had a similarly awful relationship with his family, being almost entirely starved of both attention and praise for all of his childhood. many of the women in his family were alcoholics, which was joked about and normalized even when that alcoholism led to violence. he's also a trans man, but his family are so apathetic they didn't give a shit and just let him dress and act however he wanted

the two met by chance in school and ended up immediately bonding. the two were basically inseperable throughout their shared childhood, relying on each other for basically all warmth and support - especially considering the two were prime targets for basically every bully in a five-state radius, being obviously queer (especially bc max kept screaming joyfully abt how him wearing dresses was crossdressing) and (equivalent of) black and mixed respectively in a predominantly white town in the 60's

being autistic, sam had a lot of special interests, more specifically noir detective films (which he dissociated from cop shows for years, somehow...) and computers/robotics/machinery in general. he made some of the most advanced videogames at the time everywhere he went, leaving bits and pieces for other people to find and put a patent on while he stayed entirely unaware.

max, meanwhile, didn't give half a damn about anything but himself, his best friend, and proving to the whole wide world that he was a boy. though being significantly less violent than sam was (thanks to all those damn noir films sammy watched i'm sure. kids those days), he defintiely wasn't above using his AWE-INSPIRING MANLIKE STRENGTH to beat up bullies who didnt immediately confess and repent for all their sins. he also read a LOT of comics (and ripped out all the oversexualized caricatures of women that were put together with the leads [and replaced them with himself])

once the two were teenagers, sam decided to go on a diet in the hopes that girls would like him more, styling his naturally coily hair into a very unnaturally-colored tiny afro to seem Hipper and Cooler while ending up just looking goofy. around this time, max realized he was near-sighted, and (due to sensory issues) decided to get perscription sunglasses instead of contacts

during highschool, sam was still studying engineering despite his future self's best efforts. though the highschool they went to didnt have a computer lab or anything, he taught himself everything he could about computers, learning from library books and "learning" from comics. max, however, Still didn't give a damn about any sort of schooling thing, only going to stick around with sam. he picked up a lot of random tidbits of information, and started becoming more perceptive (mostly to avoid bullies)

once max graduated, he immediately went on the road, roadtripping across the country in an attempt to leave everything about his past (sans sam, who he occassionally called) behind.

sam ended up getting a job (probably in computer repairs?) and detransitioned due to a do-goodery belief that him pretending to be a woman would somehow help fix sexism (while feeling a lot of guilty pleasure after finding out he was seen as " one of the boys " in his class)

in max's absence, sam ended up incredibly depressed, refusing to cook or clean for himself, overworking himself both as punishment and as an excuse to further avoid responsibility for himself. only after he got a health warning from the landlord did he clean up his apartment, which he ended up having to call max to help out with (which s a fic m actively working on actually)

though max only stayed in sam's apartment for a while, he ended up deciding to end his roadtrip prematurely, and started "stalking" sam around the campus out of a twisted desire for human[oid] contact with a dear friend. sam knew and did not care, especially when max later snuck into his graduation ceremony and screamed his praises so loud everyone near him ended up with tinnitus

honestly im not sure what happens in between then and them deciding to become cops. probably max suddenly forgets all he learned from travelling w a buncha hippies and anarchists and sam gives up becoming a computer scientist or engineer due to the toxic and constantly shifting environments ... and they needed an excuse to work together of course considering max is a bit less than qualified to work with computers

while searching for an office, the two saw flint paper throwing several men out his office window and immediately begged the landlord to set them up so they would be right next to him.

personally i think both of them have NPD, so the reason that the comics feel like they have more 'npcs' is because neither saw people (other than themselves, each other, and flint paper) as people, just background characters in their story

anyway i dont rlly have any changes from this until telltale. EXCEPT FOR ONE KEY FACTOR.

around 2009, much to their shared horror, sam & max found out (/fully realized) they were disabled. not just in mind, but in body too. crazy that.

turns out max being extremely stretchable without any real Training was a symptom of hypermobile joints, and sam's aching back, frequent migraines and near-constant Agony were signs of arthritis and fibromyalgia. who knew!

anyway, final note is that altho i havent played tdp i do know how it ends and im gonna say that after that, Somehow, sam & max recieved their respective past & present selves's memories, allowing past max to 'remember' 305 and for sam to 'remember' how tdp went in the past timeline which explains that one weird line in ttiv.

Also. Sybil moved and has divorced abe. superball prolly has a job woodworking and training interns. bosco found dead in miami. ms. momma bosco is thriving. and sam & max are gonna have kids at some point in the timline. cya

[the-peak-tmnt]

This is so like not my business but I am so very sorry about your dog, and losing a dog while away on a trip sounds so absolutely awful so I’m just popping in here to say that I do not know you but I’m so sure your dog knew you loved it and felt your presence 💖 that would tear me the fuck up so I just felt pressed to say I hope you don’t feel too guilty about it. Sending love!

I didn't answer this right away, but I read it as soon as you sent it and I really, really appreciate it because it was exactly what I needed to hear at the time.

I was really upset that I wasn't there when he died, but you're absolutely right that he had to have known he was so, so, so loved. He was being especially cute on the car ride to the pet hotel, so he got so many head pats and face smooshes and kisses as we drove there. I know some dogs don't do well at kennels, but he was super popular at our regular pet hotel and he was always excited to go. The staff even let him hang out up front with them because he was just so chill and friendly. As upset as I am that I wasn't there, my other dog was with him in the kennel so he wasn't alone, and he was in a place where he felt comfortable and was treated super well. It also happened quickly (sudden heart failure) so at least I know he didn't suffer or have time to be scared. I could write a novel on how much I loved this dog. I got him in my mid-20s, and he was my only constant as my life went through so many significant changes in the ensuing decade. And I could go on and on about all the things I loved about him, but one of the absolute best things about him was the way he made total strangers instantly light up.

He was a huge and wolfy looking dog, and his doggy DNA test said he was a Husky/Malamute/Shepherd mix. I spent his entire life having to explain to people that he wasn't a wolf hybrid lol. But because he so huge and so beautiful, we got stopped everywhere we went. We roadtripped all around the country and lived in a couple major cities throughout his life, and I swear I had to have talked hundreds of people because of him. One of my favorite memories was when we were camping in Yosemite years and years ago. A tour bus full of Chinese tourists rolled up, and we got absolutely swarmed. I studied abroad in China back in college. Until the recent explosion of the middle class, having dogs as pets in China wasn't super common. I didn't know a single person with a dog when I was in China, and I don't remember seeing any the whole time I was there. So I think for a lot of those tourists, this was their first time meeting a pet dog...and they were absolutely losing their minds. I had forgotten much of my Mandarin by that point, but I remembered just enough to tell them that he was friendly and they could pet him. I swear to god, we were stuck there for like 45 minutes until every last tourist got a photo with him. They asked it they could feed him, and was handing out dog treats for people to throw to him and holy shit, my dog may as well have been a rockstar in that moment. People were cheering and clapping and laughing each time he caught a treat. It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. I loved every second of it because thanks to my dog, there was no language barrier. Smiles and laugher are universal.

Anyway, that's just a really long way of me saying that dogs are so special because just seeing or meeting a dog can make someone's whole day, and I was so incredibly lucky to have one who did this on the regular for so many people. I will always miss everything about him, but seeing the joy he gave other people by just being big, beautiful, gentle giant is one of the things I'll miss the most. Thank you so much for this message @saladmix, and everyone else who left such sweet comments when I posted about my dog passing.

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XVI

"I ACCEPT YOUR REQUEST" A harmonious voice asked from the other side of the wooden grid in the abandoned chapel's confession stall. "Are you prepared for anything, even if it means losing your life?"

Another consultation.

"of course! Cough. In any case, my body's been taken over by illness, and I won't last much longer. I merely have one wish.." The middle aged man managed to cough out. "And if this'll make that man suffer and get a taste of hell on earth...then I'll gladly give up my life!"

"I'll send you word of the plan at a later time," William responded "until then, wait for my instructions."

"We found this man through Fred's information network but what do you think? Can we trust him?" Sebastian asked while they sat in the carriage with (name) sat beside William.

Ever since her parents visit, she had been acting strange. The other had seen her as a ticking time bomb. She had managed to put up a facade on the last day of her parents' visit of being completely fine and happy, even though the grand duke and duchess still felt guilty for bringing up such a topic at such a cheerful dinner. She was also avoiding the other members of the team (Fred and Moran had heard about the disastrous dinner from Josephine) and especially william after their encounter in the bedroom, which she had seen to be a mere mistake and on the day of their anniversary, she had stayed in her bedroom the entire day, planning her own schemes as of a spark had been relit in for her desire to dissolve the British empire.

Of course she would still interact with the others but it had seemed that all she was now was some sort of machine who only spoke of work or business related affairs. Even when William had told (name) he had recommended her to work at Durham university to cheer her up, after two year of trying to get a job as a professor and then giving up, she had only reacted plainly, thanking him as though he had meant nothing to her. To everyone this seemed reasonable but William was especially curious regarding the death of Arden, considering (name) had caused it yet was upset about it all the same.

(Name) couldn't have cared less about Arden's death though. She had massacred so many people during that time period that she had somehow numbed herself to the feeling of grief of guilt. She wouldn't have felt guilt anyways, this was all for the sake of avenging her deceased brother.

That particular evening, she wished her parents  hadn't mentioned anything. Of course, they were worried for her but all it had done was being back unpleasant memories and guilt she had tried to bury. William was the only person she knew who could distract her from such. Their not-quite-a-friendship in university had meant a lot to her despite not admitting it because whether it be heated Philosophical debates, study sessions or chess matches, the presence of the blond had always helped her forget whatever had troubled her.

"He has a rather powerful grudge against that noble. However the noble is so well guarded that he can't even get to him which is why he is despairing.." (name) spoke

Viscount Arden, Theodore Arden's father, wasn't as well guarded, she thought. Still, with her lack of experience at the time when it came to scheming and crime, (name) had used the man she was courting to her advantage.

Each night after every little rendezvous between the 'couple', (name) would, after she would cause Theodore to fall asleep and once she had slipped out of his arms, look around his manor. During the first of these few secret meetings, (name) had gathered enough blackmail, which she had prepared in case Scotland Yard, (or worse, the government) questioned her regarding the soon to be deaths of not only Viscount Arden, but his children and wife too. It was a small price to pay for her brother.

It's not like he would approve though. (Brother's name) was always a kind person, a pacifist, a boy who helped those in need and would never kill another or even think an unkind thought about anyone.

She clenched her fists.

It was unfair. It was so unjust that such a good person was removed from this world all because of this damn empire. If she could sacrifice herself to bring him back in her place, she would. (Brothers name) should have been the heir. (Brothers name) should have attended university. (Brothers name) should have lived instead of her.

Even after all the people she had killed, she still felt no satisfaction.

"Indeed...His death is so close and it's filling him with loneliness. He has no attachment to this world aside from his desire for revenge." William said as he looked over at (name), who looked back, almost as if they were non verbally communicating. It was as if he was wondering if (name) was in fact the same. He had found in his research that may have been the case. "we can trust those kinds of people."

"Is that so.." The dark haired man rested his arm on his seat "and that Holmes man or whatever he's called.. if it looks like he'll become a problem, tell me. I'll kill him any time."

(Name)'s face had a short flicker of a frown on it, but she promptly returned to her neutral expression as she tore her gaze away from William and back to the late night scenery outside the window.

"Thank you, Moran but wait a little bit longer. I have a plan."

As William and (name) had expected, the plan was indeed a success in revealing the sort of man Sherlock Holmes, the worlds only consulting detective, was.

William turned to his wife as she kept her hand on his arm "Our audition has definitely borne fruit, hasn't it (name)?"

(Name) gave william a curt nod as they walked through Baker Street, watching as a crowd surrounded 221B where sherock Holmes resided and was currently standing outside of wearing a deerstalker hat and cloak alongside another man she couldn't recognise but knew of as Arthur Conan Doyle, or John Watson.

"An expected success.." she whispered

William titled his top hat "The test we had set up to see he had the certain qualities needed whether or not he was the type of man who would stop at nothing to reach his success."

"Even with the promise of information on all of us, he still didn't go along with Hope's preposition." Moran sighed in confusion

"Based on your calculations of Holme's commitment to satisfy his curiosity, there was a 60% chance he would kill Hope." Louis said as they all walked down a mysterious alleyway.

"And yet he didn't go through with it..." Josephine muttered under her breath

"we don't shy away from doing anything to get what we want but he does," uttered Fred quietly "So does that mean he's the person we're looking for?"

"His deduction skills are definitely irreproachable but surely, your plan didn't account for him turning into 'master detective Sherlock Holmes' overnight, did it (nickname), Will?" Although the smog and mist seemed to be enveloping the group, (name) could sense Albert's smirk.

"From now on we shall be the ones to put an end to the evil demons of the privileged classes that cannot be handled by the yard or our justice system..." William lifted his hat off his head with a swoop "..And mr holmes will solve the incidents and convey to the world the depravity of those nobles..He is just a man who will bring light onto the shadows of the world..

..Sherlock Holmes."

"(Name)? You've been here all day.." a soft voice called out to her.

"I found this one book on Pythagoras' most influential mathematics theories..I've been distracted since." A small (name) responded as the boy sat beside her. "Besides, I've been terribly bored as of late."

The older boy chuckled as he sat beside his sister, leaning against the bookshelf in the largest library of the grand dukedom. There were multiple others, but this one was alway both of their favourites

He took the book out of her hand with a gentle smile, but (name) couldn’t see his face. It was a blur.

"Hey! I was reading that!" (Name) frowned

(Brothers name) flipped through the pages, skimming them as his fading face managed to hold various different expressions, some of confusion, others of understanding.

"Mother and father did tell you that you should rest, didn't they? In fact, to quote mother, I should 'take whatever book you're reading and eat a page in front of you' if that's what it takes for you to rest for the first time in your life."  He said, shutting the book then handing it back to her, patting her head whilst she glared at him "Of course, I could never do that to my little sister, but they are right, you know. You're only 8 years old and you've already read all the fiction books in all 4 of the libraries and father caught you sneaking into his office to read some ancient political documents for (home country)"

The (hair colour)-ette pouted childishly. Only with (brothers name) did she ever feel the freedom to act in such a manner.

"But I like reading!"

"So do I, but you don't catch me reading books 24/7," her brother looked at her irritated expression with a smile "Then again, you're probably the smartest (last name) there is, and that's certainly saying something. You're bound to get bored at some point. I do wish you would use that brain for good."

"You're intelligent too, idiot." (Name) said as she rested her head on his shoulder

"That's quite the contradictory statement"

"That's quite the contradictory facial structure."

The brunette gasped dramatically and placed a hand to his chest "I'll have you know there are multiple girls waiting in line to court me!" They were both joking as siblings do, though. The 18 year old was actually well sought after in (home country) and even other countries.

(Name) rolled her (eye colour) eyes"I think they should all see optometrists."

(Brothers name) couldn't even bring himself to be upset at that point. He let out a strange sort of choked laugh that sounded as though he were a hyena, or like someone was rubbing two balloons together.

"Touché, touché," he managed to say as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Did mother send you after me?" (Name) asked curiously. She had skipped an etiquette lesson that day and she hoped her mother would allow her to brush it off. It's not like she was impolite anyways. Her mentality was that if she smiled and used big words, her etiquette would be fine.

"Nope. Your governess didn't mention anything to her. I think she might be sick of you," (brothers name) said as he stood up and placed a fallen book back in its designated place. "They are right when they say you should use your intellect for good, you know. You just seem to absorb it all and then hoard it like a goblin."

"Look who's talking..!"

"You know what I mean though," he said, stifling another laugh "Mother and father don't want to boost your ego to become larger than it already is but you are their pride and joy. The little gem of (home country). I saw a letter coming from the United Kingdom make its way into fathers office the other day. It had their Queen's seal on it. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a request to make you into a Princess there."

(Name) grimaced "Ew no! I'm only 8! I cant even tie my shoelaces!" She made an obnoxious gaging noise "How would I even marry a prince who's probably wayyy older than me. The nerve of that queen! Her husband died only a few years ago and now she wants to arrange me to marry one of her sons!"

"Father would never allow it. Mother would much rather burn down Buckingham palace than sell you off to them." He continued "After all they've done to (home country)..."

She saw her brother clench his fist. She had never seen him angry before. To (name), he was a peaceful boy, she was always a bit more of the problem child. He could occasionally be protective of her, but that was because she was her older brother. Unknown to her, 9 year old (brother's name) had promised from the day (name) was born, to protect his little sister no matter what.

"Aren't you off to study there in a few months?" (Name) asked

He nodded "Next month is your birthday and then three months afterwards, I'm taking a ship there to study at Oxford. Study hard, (name). Then we can go together."

"But I'm a bit too young—"

He kneeled down to his sister, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye "(name), for you, age won't matter in getting into university. Nor will your gender..it may be difficult but knowing you, you get everything you put your mind to. Besides, I over heard mother speaking to your mathematics tutor, he said he thinks you'll be able to study alongside other university student by the time you're 16, and you'll finish in half the time needed. There's no need to worry...just study hard and use that brain to become great, if not for yourself then for me."

She nodded, a determined smile on her face.

"For you, brother."

"(Name)...wake up.."  She heard a soft voice call out to her as she was gently shook awake.

Her eyes slowly opened. She could feel a little teardrop fall onto the paper her face was rested again. She lifted her head up to see William sat beside her in the candle light along with the new unarmed kitten sleeping on her lap. (Name) rubbed at the small ink stain on her cheek.

"Has the morning come already..?"

He shook his head and then gestured to the door with a head tilt.

By the door frame, (name) could make out four people stood with only the lamp illuminating their features. She winced then rubbed her eyes again. Fred was there alongside Moran and Josephine and Louis who was holding the lamp behind them.

"I...I have information for you...Lord William, Lady (name).." Fred stuttered out

(Name) raised a brow. If it was a normal mission or request, Fred would usually arrive in the morning. From the sky that (name) could see in the overhead glass windows, it was still night. This must have been urgent and based on the expressions each of them held, it was.

"Fred," William smiled reassuringly "Take your time and start from the beginning."

The boy lifted his eyes from the floor and looked at the two at the desk. "Y-Yes, sir! From what I’ve heard, the children were taken to Dartmoor..I fear that the manhunts are still going on..!”

“Dartmoor? Enders’ old hunting ground..?” (Name) repeated. Ah, someone else must have started going on manhunts in his stead.

Fred nodded “What’s worse is that these monsters are kidnapping defenceless children from the slums for to murder for their own entertainment! The yard won’t care if a few of them disappeared, they’re only encouraging these blood thirsty nobles to continue their hunt..!”

(Name)’s eyes widened. This was possibly more extreme than most of the missions they had done. Most of the time, they would only target a single aristocrat at a time but this clearly involved more people. And from the way Fred, who was usually so calm and quiet, was getting heated, it showed the urgency of the situation.

“It’s not right!! They think of commoners as less than human…and decide they can do as they please with us!!”

William put a hand to his chin in thought then dropped it down to his lap “I see…thank you for the information, Fred.”

“So..someone is continuing Ender’s barbarous manhunt..?” (Name) thought aloud, still half asleep

“Fred..your role to cause a collapse of the class system,” William said “is to collect information and make sure I never do the same thing twice, correct?”

William had read him like a book.

“n-not at all, sir..I know this information is useless—“

“It’s not useless at all,” the blond interrupted “I have always been doing what I can to be of help to all of the people I meet. However, to eradicate all of these devils at once, we must destroy the foundation they’re standing on, the class system so that no more evil like them can take root. H the class system of britain is nothing but a curse. In order to destroy it, we must have the people question its very existence. The method we’ve chosen to reveal this wickedness is through crimes.” William clenched his fist “Yes indeed, to reach one’s goal, one must be prepared to make sacrifices. The evil we have committed in order to destroy this class system may never disappear, but that’s the price I’m willing to pay to eradicate these devils.”

“Lord William..”

“If the law and the police won’t judge that evil…then only another evil can do so..” a strange feeling of deja vu washed over (name) as William spoke. “We will be that evil, these manhunts need not to continue any longer.”

“S-sir!” Fred exclaimed in surprise

“The carriage will come at dawn, we will need to be quick if we want to catch it. I shall join you.”

(Name) finally spoke up “I’m coming too.” She insisted.

William gave her a hesitant nod as he continued “Go make preparations quickly if necessary.”

“Understood sir!”

As the four left the two in the office, Fred went ahead, almost excited, as he went to make preparations.

“We’re preparing for another job then,” Louis said

“Yeah..and right at dawn too..” Moran trailed off, looking down at Fred hurrying down the stairs. “Fred always thought of William as some sort of bigger than life existence..though, I suppose we all have quite an unusual relationship, don’t we?”

Louis and Josephine nodded simultaneously. The latter knew she would probably have to stay behind this time around. (Name) had forbidden her from going on missions that may be too visceral for her to handle. Josephine had easily figured out that it was because (name) seemed to worry about her so much, even though she thought (name) should be worrying about herself and her poor habits. It was likely because of her previous experiences in the poorer parts of london and her experience with Ashfordshire. She would never complain, but sometimes she felt the deep desire to be by her saviour’s side, just to be of use to her so she could repay her for all she had done for her.

“Yes..although William can be quite distant sometimes..”. Louis muttered “So I think I can understand how Fred was feeling..”

“That feeling of not being able to do repay your benefactor..” the brunette agreed “it’s familiar..”

Moran looked at the two in disbelief “come on, you two! You’re exaggerating!” The both looked at him with a serious look “Jesus! Every one of you!”

He looked at Louis “look, you’re not like Fred, you and William are brothers! You’ve no need to act reserved around him!” He then turned to Josephine “and you..! (Name) practically treats you like you’re her daughter or something..! Just tell ‘em both what you want to say..!”

Louis looked up in thought “Perhaps I should..”

Things didn’t seem as easy for Josephine though, she and (name) weren’t biologically related and she was still her subordinate . With the way (name) was acting recently, she felt it would be best if she kept her distance. She felt a little hurt that her mistress couldn’t turn to her now when she seemed so troubled. She nodded and left to her chambers to take care of the manor whilst the others were gone on their mission.

“Indeed! Well, see you in a bit then!”

A/N: icl this chapter was kinda dead. Deader than fls brother. Fl needs to stop self sabotaging ong. Also I hope the sibling dynamic between fl and her brother is actually realistic because I’m sick of siblings written by only children and they call each other “sis” or “bro” unironically. As someone with four siblings we just call each other insults lol

[stars-wandered]

@mistrdctr

Continued from here

America can't help but be touched by his reply, the sincerity caught her off guard as she wasn't expecting him to accept it so eagerly. In the past few months she had been in this new universe Stephen had been a friend and mentor, someone to talk to and tell stories to about her training at Kamar-Taj but also someone she felt safe with. It was a new and welcomed thing in her life.

It didn't take the sorcerer long to catch onto why she had brought it up so suddenly, realizing she'd been caught does the young girl's eyes begin to dart around the room hoping to look at anything that wasn't directly at Doctor Strange. "I uh.... was hoping I could hang out here for a few days?" She feels bad asking him, guilty for taking advantage of Stephen's kindness as she knows the trouble both him and Wong had gone through for her.

"I won't bother you, I promise. I'll be quiet as a mouse and I won't touch anything dangerous. I just wanted a quiet place to study for a while." Though it's true that she does miss him from time to time America feels bad that it isn't the entire reason she wanted to hide out in New York. Telling him would mean having to endure his judgement, which was an embarrassment she was sure would kill her instantly. "Please? Can I stay?"

[fromtenthousandfeet]

Dang, girl, you almost have me feeling sorry for Jungkook. Well, the man does love music. And OMG, does he love to sing.

I don't have the time or inclination to be an akgae, but if I did, I would do everything in my power to get NLG--masterpiece that it is--in front of as many people as possible.

Fortunately. I don't have a lot of power. Maybe I could solicit some friends to do a TikTok dance challenge. It would consist of us rocking back and forth and shouting, go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go! Easy-peasey, lemon squeeezy, Just the level we could carry off after a few beers.

I'd post long tirades on X and all other platforms, calling out the haters, because JK already explained why NLG is short and unfinished, poor darling, and he hopes we support it anyway, and it is so super sweet how much he love his fans, isn't it?

(Btw, can you imagine any other professional musician doing that? Releasing unfinished music and then giving excuses to your fans while asking them to buy it?)

Snarkiness aside, eventually people are going to see there is no there...there. Jungkook is like the empty vessel that takes on whatever it is they're pouring. Or maybe this is exactly what he wants and thinks he needs to achieve the super stardom he's been chasing.

I don't even know which would be worse.

Anon, thanks for the laugh!

Did my post not come across as sincere?!? To be perfectly frank, I really don't get the hype around JK. He strikes me as being just a hair above average, with the advantage of having had a lot of voice lessons. He's like the kid who gets a solo in the church choir or the lead in the high school musical. Good, but not great.

Here's the deal. I'm not a Taylor Swift fan, but I don't lose my shit if I hear one of her songs. I don't begrudge her success. I don't mind that other people love her. I literally don't care about her one way or another. And that's how I should feel about Jungkook, too, if only his career wasn't being launched at the expense of Jimin's. In my humble opinion, Jimin is the only one out the seven who has a snowball's chance in hell of succeeding in the US as a solo artist. Put all seven on equal footing and then let's see how they do.

You're dead on about releasing and making excuses for a bad song. It's sooooo unprofessional. But it doesn't really matter since his fandom eats up whatever he releases. The JJK comments I've read on Twitter in the last 24 hours are absolutely unhinged. Apparently, he is grossly neglected by both the company and ARMY!!!

And you're also right about him being an empty vessel. Do yourself a favor and Google Mijoo hand tattoo. That boy doesn't have an original idea in his head. I'm sure the Kurt Cobain quote on his arm was her idea, too, because he embodies the absolute opposite of "better dead than cool." He's an average singer, a decent dancer who is getting increasingly stiff, he has a dubious work ethic and no strong musical vision (at least so far). That is not exactly a recipe for long-term success. That Scooter push can only keep him afloat for so long. And boy did he have a lot of it yesterday. All the major music media outlets were mentioning his song, but the only engagement the posts got were from JJKs.

Look at Day 2 for Never Let Go. Nearly 45% of his streams are coming from Thailand and Vietnam.

Hmmmm. I feel like I was baited into writing this angry screed and now I feel guilty. As penance, I shall tap into those years of ballet and modern dance study from my child and teen years and commit myself entirely to making interpretive dance TikTok videos set to NLG. It's the least I can do.

[chlodani]

DFF Alternate Ending

Chapter 2: Broken Solutions Part 1

Fluke's P.O.V.

I didn't want to think about anything. I didn't want to think about how all because of one person, our entire group had been screwed up. Ever since we were saved, nothing has been the same. Tee and White are off in their own little world. They barely contact me. The last time I heard from them it was White saying hi and it was only a brief conversation. It makes me think that Tee doesn't even want him to contact us. He's been so protective and controlling over White since all this happened. A part of me can't say that I blame him, but does he have to shut all of us out? I haven't even heard from Jin and Phee since two weeks after the hospital. It's been two months, what could they possibly be doing to ignore me like this? I couldn't care less about Phee, I know he still has ill intentions. Jin can't seem to see that. I question why he had to go and fall for someone like him. What bothers me the most is Jin hasn't contacted me. I would have at least expected out of all of us left that he would at least be willing to try. He hasn't even bothered, not even a hello. The only one who ever bothers to text me is Top, but I don't talk to him. I have been meaning to block him, but for some reason whenever I try, I can't do it. I wonder how none of us could have seen this. Wasn't it obvious? We should've questioned why two new students joined in the middle of the school year and all of a sudden started to ask us questions about Non. How could we have been so stupid? We lost one of our best friends because of it. That was their intention all along. Every single one of us fell for it. If I could go back and change it, I would stop us from ever letting them into our group. I know I have never been one to speak out much, but I didn't trust them from the beginning. That's when I asked myself if any of them would have listened to me. Especially Jin. He seemed to be drawn in by Phee the first moment he saw him. I think it was too late for him from the beginning. The ding from my phone made me jump away from my thoughts. I picked up my phone thinking it was maybe from Jin or Tee, only to be disappointed that it was Top again. I sighed as I looked out the window while I sat in my wheelchair. I set the phone on the table again, and turned it screen side down. I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted nothing more than to pack up everything that I could and leave. I didn't want anything to do with this place anymore. Now that graduation is right around the corner, I'll be moving up in school. I've set up to move to America to finish my study of medicine in four months. By that time my leg will have fully recovered and I don't have anything weighing me down anymore. My parents have barely even bothered to do anything for me. I've had to hire a nurse just for personal help with this broken leg. They think I'm wasting my life away by wanting to become a doctor. I'm gonna prove to them that I can do anything. I don’t think they’ve ever seen my true potential. Sometimes I barely believe that I even have any. I didn’t care how they saw it, I was going to make them proud of me even if it killed me. I rolled my eyes as I heard my phone bling for the second time. I didn't want to hear anything from Top anymore. I wanted to forget he even existed. Yet I can't seem to understand why whenever I think that, I feel guilty. I looked at my phone and saw a message from my mom. I sighed a little disappointed.

"What the fck is wrong with me? Am I disappointed that it wasn't him bugging me again for the millionth time?"

I cleared my throat gently as I shook those thoughts away. I looked at the text and instantly became even more annoyed.

Mom: Fluke, we know you've had a hard time adjusting to your broken leg, and we can't afford to pay the nurse anymore, so we found someone who is willing to spend the next four months with you until your leg is fully healed. The best part is, he knows exactly what you're going through, it should be easy for you two to get along. He should be arriving at your apartment sometime this afternoon

I rolled my eyes as I triple-read the message. I couldn't believe my mom was doing this to me. Doesn't she understand that I want to be left alone? If they can't bother to help their own son, then they shouldn't care how I get better. I'm doing everything the doctor told me to do and I go to physical therapy every week. It's a broken leg, not a terminal illness. I grunted out of frustration as I threw my phone on the bed. That's just another thing I have to deal with. My parents don't trust me so they assign me a babysitter. All I have to say is he better not be annoying either, I'll make him leave. I don’t need help. I sighed as I sat there thinking. I didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Why can't I make them understand that? I grunted in annoyance as I heard a knock on the door. I debated on whether or not I wanted to answer the door or not. Maybe if I'm silent they'll go away. I sat there not moving or making any noise. It was silent for almost a minute straight then I heard the knock again. This time it was almost pounding. I jumped fifty feet and jerked my leg, which caused me to grunt in pain. I groaned out of frustration as I rolled my chair over to the door. I rolled it out of the way so I could open it. He gave me the widest smile that he possibly could as he moved to come into my room. My eyes became wide, and my stomach dropped. I immediately slammed the door shut as hard as I could. My breathing was uneasy as I had my hand resting on the doorknob.

"Ahhh! Dudeeee you just closed the door on my foot! Just because I can't use it yet doesn't mean I don't cherish it!" Top complained from the other side of the door.

My heart was racing and I couldn't understand why. Could it possibly be from anger? Maybe it's from hatred? I haven't seen him in two months. Could it be because I thought that I would never see him again?

"What are you doing here??" I panicked.

Top winced through his teeth as I heard him move his chair away from the door a little.

"Thriving in pain," he replied with a grunt.

I rolled my eyes as I stared at the floor.

"Go thrive in pain somewhere else…"

"Where?"

"I don't know! And I don't care, just...Anywhere but here...You can go roll down the stairs and break your other leg for all I care!"

"Ouch, that was harsh! Why don't you want me here?!"

"You know why!"

"Still haven't forgiven me for that?..."

I wasn't sure that I was hearing this right or not, but the tone of his voice almost seemed to change from happy to depressed in an instant. He should feel that way after what he did, but why do I feel guilty for treating him this way?

"No, and I don't plan to either, just leave..."

I spoke to him with a calmer voice. Is it out of guilt? I heard him sigh.

“Fluke please, can’t we just-”

“I said no! Now…Go away!...”

It's like I could feel the burning in my heart as I spoke these harsh words to him, but they needed to be said, didn’t they? I held my hand on the door as I stared at the floor. A part of me knew that I should open the door and talk to him, but the other part of me felt like I had to stay away from him. At the moment the part I wanted to listen to was the lonelier option. I don’t need him. I don’t need anybody. I can't excuse what he did. I don’t care what he was on.

“Just open the door,”

“No,”

“Whether you open the door now or later I’m not leaving. I’ll sleep out here if I have to,”

“Do whatever you want Top, I will never open this door for you,”

“Never say never, I’ll get you to open the door for me somehow,”

I grunted quietly in frustration. At that second I kind of wanted to open the door and punch him in the face, but there had been enough violence between our group.

“Can’t you go annoy somebody else?!”

“No, the others won’t talk to me either, at least you’ll look at my messages,”

“And what are you gonna do if I block you?”

“If you were going to block me, you would have done it already,”

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

“I’m gonna be having someone coming over anytime to share my apartment with for the next four months. You’d better leave before he shows up,”

I didn’t care how I sounded to him. The feeling of betrayal and hatred that I feel towards him doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I truly feel towards him.

“He’s already here,”

My stomach dropped after I heard this. In pure frustration, I rolled my chair away from the door to open it. The only person I saw was Top sitting there in his wheelchair with a stupid smile on his face. I sighed out of irritation as I looked out the door.

“Told you you’d open the door for me,” Top smirked as he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the door more.

“The only person I see is you,” I raised an eyebrow as I glared at him.

“Surprise,”

I sat there in silence as I looked at him. He didn’t stop smiling as he stared back at me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, your mom talked with my parents and set it up for me to live with you for the next four months-”

My stomach was in my shoes and my heart practically jumped from my chest.

“What?!”

Top almost jumped from how loud I shouted. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I grabbed at my chest with my hand. He was just staring at me in question. He let out a gentle sigh as he stared.

“They said it would be easier for us to take care of each other while our broken legs finish healing. We could make sure neither of us miss our physical therapy once a week-”

“You mean you??” I looked at him with pure anger buried deep behind my eyes.

“Okay, turn it around on me, anyway, and Mom suggested that you could tutor me to help me graduate, it's a win-win situation,”

“I don’t see any of this as a win situation and I’m not letting you into my apartment!”

Just as I tried to slam the door shut, Top stopped it with his foot on his broken leg.

“Ow…” He sighed, “Do you honestly hate me that much that you’re not willing to help your own friend graduate from college?”

“You’re not my friend anymore,”

“I know you feel that way now, but it’s only four months,”

“No, there is no way in hell, I am allowing you to live with me even for that long,”

I tried to roll my chair away from him to close the door again.

“You don’t have a choice,”

“Who says?!”

“Your mom, and mine”

“I’m an adult now I don't have to do anything she tells me,”

“Oooo I never saw you as a rebel before, kinda hot,”

My stomach did a 36o after I heard that. I wasn’t even sure that I heard that right. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear that right.

“I'm sorry what?”

“Uhh, never mind, you have to let me in Fluke,”

“No, I don’t,”

I turned my chair in the opposite direction and faced away from him.

“My mom already kicked me out, if you don't let me live with you then I’ll be living out on the streets…With a broken leg…Probably sleeping in an alley…In a dangerous part of town…Who knows maybe something would eventually kill me…”

I didn’t say anything as I kept myself turned away from him. I didn’t know why, but I felt bad for him. Was it pity? Guilt? Friendship? Or maybe something else? But what else would it be? I let out a gentle sigh as I wondered if he was going to say anything more.

“Fluke…” Top calmed his voice down to almost a whisper.

In all the time that I have known him, I don’t think I have ever heard his voice so serious before.

“I’m not going to apologize again, because…You’re right…Saying I’m sorry isn’t enough…I know what you told me that I did, but I honestly can not remember it. If I did I would…Well, you probably wouldn’t want to know what I would do…”

Does he think I’m stupid? I can put things together, but why did it bother me so much that he was even thinking about this?

“I hate everything that happened and I wish we could go back in time and change it to when…The only bad thing that happened was when I accidentally broke Por’s camera and blamed it on Non…I can’t help but to think…You know maybe all of this can be traced back to me…If I…”

I could hear how much he was struggling to speak. Why do I feel so bad for him? I didn’t say or do anything as I listened to him.

“Maybe if I had told Por the truth about the camera in the first place none of this would have happened and he would…He would…Well, you know…”

I could feel a small tear trying to escape my eye. I quickly wiped it away with my finger.

“But unfortunately I can’t change anything that happened…I won’t say I’m sorry to you anymore…But please…Don’t make me have to sleep outside in a town like this…My mom already told me she wouldn’t let me come back until my leg was healed, if even then…I feel like she secretly hates me too…And I know you hate me too, but living with you would probably be better than my mom for the next four months…”

I didn’t say anything as I stared at my hands. I didn’t know what to say.

“I know you don’t want me here, but it will be good for both of us, neither of us will have to do anything alone and…After our legs are fully recovered, I promise that I’ll move out and…I…I…Will never bother you again,”

I felt like I could hear the pain in his voice as he said this. My heart was racing so fast that I still felt like I could barely breathe. Why was I even contemplating this? I didn’t want to be around him. I didn't want to reconcile with him. Would it be so bad if I did? How can I even think that after what he did? I let out a soft sigh as I gripped the arms of my chair for a moment. I sat there in silence for what seemed like three minutes. Top tapped the arm of his chair anxiously with his fingers. I turned my chair around to face him. I looked him directly at him for the first time in two months.

“Promise you’ll leave after we’re fully recovered?”

Top anxiously looked at me. He almost seemed hurt but also overjoyed at the same time.

“Wait, are you serious?”

I rolled my eyes at his response.

“Just answer my question,”

“Yes, yes I promise,”

I let out another sigh as I moved my chair out of his way to let him inside.

“You can sleep on the couch”

Top smiled from ear to ear as he rolled his chair inside. He stopped it directly beside me.

“Thank you,”

I rolled my eyes again. I didn’t respond to him as I looked away. My heart started to race as I felt him lean over his chair to get closer to me.

“But a lot can happen in four months,” Top said to me with a smirk.

I suddenly could feel my face warming up and shivers ran up and down my body from head to toe. What is happening to me? Is it just because he is extremely annoying? I’ve never felt this way around him before. Maybe it's because I’m still so angry with him and I don't want to be around him. I heard him chuckle as he leaned away. I cleared my throat and kept my face turned from him.

“Don't get any bright ideas,” I still refused to look at him.

“Who’s getting any ideas? What ideas?” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes again as I rolled my chair away from him. Top followed me and closed the door behind him. I sighed as I rolled my chair back over to the window. I refused to look at him. Maybe if I continue to ignore him I’ll be able to get through these next four months without a problem. Top looked around the apartment and didn’t say anything for a second.

“I’ve never been inside your place before,” he spoke in curiosity as he looked around.

“You’ve been to my parent's house, but not my apartment near the college, it’s more convenient trying to get to school because the complex is only two minutes from the college. I can say this is the one good thing my parents actually did for me,” I sighed.

I could feel Top looking at me.

“Don’t you have a sister too? I thought I met her once?” he asked curiously.

“That was my cousin, I’m an only child,”

He was silent for a second. I could feel his stare, and again I felt like I could feel my face turning slightly red. What is wrong with me?

“You don’t talk about your family much,”

“Ever think there’s a reason for that,”

I rolled my eyes and started to get annoyed again. He let out a soft sigh as he looked around again.

“Why is there old textbooks underneath a glass table top? Could you not afford a new table?”

“Why do you keep pestering me with these annoying questions?”

“I’m trying to pass the time,”

“Then go find something else to do, I’m going to go do some homework,”

“Right now?”

“Yes,”

I rolled my eyes as I was slowly becoming more annoyed. I couldn’t seem to understand why I couldn’t ignore him. I wanted to ignore him. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking we had gone back to being best friends. Why can’t I stop myself from answering his ridiculous questions? I sighed as I rolled my chair away from him. I rolled myself over to the desk and started to get out my papers. I leaned over the desk and grabbed a pencil. All I have to do is get through these four months, graduate, and I’ll be set free to go finish my medical study in America. I can deal with this for the next four months, can’t I?

Top’s P.O.V.

I sat in the corner of my darkroom in my wheelchair. I was trying to recall everything that happened over that weekend. Ever since Fluke reminded me of what I did, I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been trying with everything that I have to remember what I did. I can not remember it no matter how hard I try. Maybe it’s best if I don’t remember it. Then I think maybe it will be better for me if I do remember it. Wouldn’t I be able to move on that way and live a normal life again? Or at least as normal as it can be after everything that happened. I couldn’t seem to understand why it had been bothering me so much that Fluke was acting towards me the way that he was. Not even Tee, White, Jin, or Phee have treated me this way. They don’t contact me, but at least they forgave me. At least I think they did. I don’t know why it bothers me so much that Fluke hates me. He ignores all of my messages. I’ve tried to call him several times, but he ignores them too. I’ve been thinking about him non-stop since the night at the hospital. Could it be because I’ve always been so used to him being my friend for so long that it bothers me when he doesn’t respond to me? However, if that were the case, wouldn’t I be feeling this way about the others as well? They haven’t messaged me in two months. The last time I talked to them was at the hospital the day after we were saved. After that day, they stopped coming to visit me. My mother barely came to visit me. My little brother came to visit a few times. More than my mom, but it still wasn’t enough. I don’t even think my oldest brother knows what happened to me. He was the one I was closest to as I grew up. He was the one who would always stick up for me when anyone in our family treated me like shit. He always tried to be fair to me, no matter what our parents said. I was heartbroken when he left because I knew that I would have no one after he did. I haven’t seen him in five years. He’s studying in England and he has tw0 more years. It’s been so long, I don’t think I’ll ever see him again. I was alone. I’m still alone. No one cares enough about me to worry about me. No one cares enough to want to know if I’m okay. I sighed as I picked up my phone and started to look through old pictures of me and my friends. I chuckled as I looked through them. A tear slipped from my eye as I found a picture of me and Fluke. Fluke was always the one that I was the closest to out of all of them. To this day I’ve never seemed to understand why. At least until the day he pushed me away. Ever since then, I feel like things have been becoming more clear to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. If I’m being honest, it scared me a little bit, but I was also curious. I always thought he was just like a brother to me, but we grew closer over the years and it turned into more than that without me even realizing it. I’m still not quite sure of my feelings. I could be mismisinterpreting them, however, the more Fluke ignores me the more determined that I feel to reconcile with him. I couldn’t explain how much I missed him. I couldn’t put into words just how much I wanted to hear from him. Even if he replied to my messages and told me to leave him alone, it would make me happy. At least that way I would know that he looks at them. I let another sigh leave me as I went to my messages with Fluke. I started to read through them as a couple more tears fell from my eye.

Top: Fluke, I can't say I'm sorry enough for everything

You're really gonna ignore my messages too

How does it help if I can't remember anything

Just tell me how to make it up to you

Come on man just talk to me

Dude I just saw a squirrel climb all the way up a tree with an arm full of nuts and dropped them after he got to the top. Reminds me of myself, remember how you used to make fun of me because I'm so clumsy🤣

You're not even looking at my messages

I stared at them and contemplated whether or not I wanted to send him another one. Would it even be worth it to try anymore? I shouldn't give up on him, right? If I care about him, I wouldn't give up on him no matter what he does. He already hates me so there isn't much more that can already be done. I shrugged as a soft smile came to me. I stared at his picture for a moment before I sent him more messages.

Top: How are you?

Have you eaten today?

How is your leg?

Mine is still broken🤣

I knew there was little hope, but I knew that I had to try. Fluke doesn't have anyone either. Unless our friends talk to him and not me. It wouldn't surprise me if Fluke had them all turned against me at this point. Not even that was going to stop me. I was determined to get him to be my friend again. There was nothing that would stand in my way. Not even the words I hate you.

Top: How are you?

Have you eaten today?

How is your leg?

Mine is still broken🤣

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My heart started to pound so hard that I feared that it would jump out of my chest at any second.

“He looked at it! Yes! I am one step closer to wearing him down!”

I couldn't contain my excitement. I raised an eyebrow as I sat there and thought for a moment. Why am I so excited about this? He never even replied. Is it because I'm hopeful that the reason he opened it is because he wanted to try to open up to me again. Maybe he says one thing but he means another. Maybe he says he doesn't forgive me, but he does. Maybe he says he hates me but he means he loves me. I let out a soft chuckle as I shook the thoughts away. I couldn't stop smiling as I pulled the picture of him back up. I couldn't look away from him. I still didn't understand why even the thought of him made me smile, but it was the only smile I'd had in months. I don't want to lose it. My stomach dropped as a sudden image flashed through my head. I screamed in fear as I threw my phone across the room. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't make out what it was, but through the blurriness it looked like Por and me. I felt like I couldn't breathe as I sat there. My aunt and little brother ran into the room and over to me. My aunt was more panicked than my brother, at least from what I could see. My vision was blurry and I couldn't even make out what they were saying. I couldn't catch my breath as I gripped my chest. My stomach was spinning and I felt like I was going to be sick. The tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. I barely made out what it was, but it looked like Por dying and I was the one holding the stake. I kept moving around frantically in my chair. I was still trying to catch my breath. Through the blur in my vision, I could faintly make out my brother picking up my phone. My aunt was trying to hold me down and keep me calm. I couldn't focus on anything. I tried to make out what they were saying but it was still faint. All I could hear was yelling, crying, screaming, and ringing in my ears. I tried as hard as I could to tune into their conversation.

“Don't just stand there Ton, help me with your brother!”

“He's been like this for several weeks Auntie Palm, it's better to just leave him like this,”

“I know you don't mean that now put down that phone and help me calm him down,”

“Oh there isn't anything that's gonna calm him down now, you know he hasn't eaten anything in about two weeks. He lets the food pile up and makes me secretly take care of it. It's like he's depressed about something,”

“I wonder why, do you know what your brother has been through? You would be depressed too, now get your ass over here and help me!”

“What's the point, Auntie Palm, we aren't gonna be able to calm him down. From what I recall the only thing that will calm him down is this guy-Fluke I think his name is. I think it's his boyfriend or something,”

I suddenly felt like I could make out everything around me. My site was back in focus and my heart rate went back down to normal. I saw Ton holding my phone and showing the picture of Fluke to our Aunt. I quickly snatched the phone away from him.

“Give me back my phone you little rascal!” I demanded in annoyance.

Ton rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing in here?!” I asked him annoyed.

My aunt sighed as I jerked myself out of her grip. She stepped away as she kept her eyes on me.

“You were having another episode dumbass-” He slapped me upside the back of the head. “Me and Auntie Palm were helping you, though you're still an unappreciative jackass,” my brother replied.

“Fck you….Wait…Another episode? What do you mean another episode?”

“Sweetheart, do you really not remember your previous episodes when you were like this?” Auntie Palm asked me with concern in her voice.

I looked at her and slightly shook my head.

I sighed, “I'm sorry Auntie Palm but I don't,” I replied as I looked at the floor.

“And we go through this every single time, you think we'd have the answer by now. The only thing that pulls him out is hearing his boyfriend's name. Maybe we should just ship him off to stay with his boyfriend for the next four months, we can't take care of him like this,”

“Shut up and get out you little fcker…”

My stomach was spinning a million times per minute at just the thought of staying with Fluke. My brother rolled his eyes but he didn't move.

“You're not denying that he's your boyfriend,’’

I rolled my eyes and started to get annoyed with him.

“He won't even talk to me jackass, how could he be my boyfriend?”

“Ohhh so you were an ass to him too, what a surprise,”

I let a soft sigh leave me as I leaned back in my chair. I looked away from him and didn't say anything.

“Alright that's enough Ton, can't you see you're upsetting him?” Auntie Palm asked my brother calmly as she tried to rub my arm softly.

I moved my arm away again. I didn't want to look at either of them.

“Like he cares, you try to baby him too much and he still won't let us do anything. He's hopeless,”

“That's enough just go downstairs and set the table for supper! I'll deal with your brother!”

He rolled his eyes again as he left the room. I still refused to look at her as I stared at the floor. I didn't want to deal with anything from either of them.

“Top?”

I didn't respond to her as I continued to stare at the floor. I heard her sigh as she knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Top sweetie?”

I still didn't say anything.

“You've been losing too much weight son, you need to start taking better care of yourself. You don't go to physical therapy for your leg, you don't get nutrition, how do you expect to get better if you don't start taking care of yourself?”

“I don't,” I spoke to her coldly as I still refused to look at her.

“Don't you want to get better?”

I refused to answer her question as I sighed.

“You can't stay like this Top,”

“Watch me,”

“What is it going to take for you to want to get better?”

“Nothing you can offer me,”

My aunt sighed once more as she looked at me. I didn't want to be cared about by anyone. There was only one person I cared about. And I still question why I care about him so much. Is it just because I miss him being my friend? Or is it so much more than that? Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as my aunt pulled out her phone. I sighed out of annoyance wishing she would just go away.

“Well, would it make it better if someone else were to take care of you and your broken leg for the next four months until you're fully recovered?”

“I told you I don't need to be taken care of! Just go away and leave me alone!!”

“Even if you'll be living with Fluke for the next four months or longer?”

My heart rate went up higher than it should as I slowly lifted my head to look at her. My stomach had dropped to the floor and I felt like all my thoughts cleared at once.

“Longer? What do you mean longer?”

She gave me a soft smile.

“I've been talking to your mom and we both think that it's a good idea for you to go stay with Fluke until you're fully recovered. For him, it will take about four months but for you, it could take a little bit longer since you've refused to take care of yourself, you might need longer and since you two are friends, your mom and I don't think it will be a problem, even if he doesn't talk to you. Maybe this will give you guys a chance to talk,’’

My heart wouldn't stop racing. I felt as happy as I did when I saw that he read my texts. I looked at my aunt and smiled. Her face lit up as she saw me smile.

“When do I leave?”

She chuckled with a soft sigh of relief.

“Today, pack your things, I'll go get the car ready,”

I said nothing more as I hurried to get a suitcase. I should feel bad that my family just suddenly wants to ship me off to someone else because they don’t know how to take care of me, but I don’t. I couldn’t care less about what my family does. I’m the oldest out of me and Ton and they still treat him better than me. Tong hasn’t contacted me in months. I feel like I’m not as important to him anymore. I’ve always been the odd one out. I’m always picked last for everything. It doesn’t matter what it is. After Ton was born, I turned invisible to everyone in my family except my oldest brother Tong. My parents and Ton didn’t even bother to come to my high school graduation. I just barely had enough credits to graduate. I’ve always been a failure in their eyes. They even think going to college for sports science is a waste of time. All they do is joke around about how stupid they think I am. They make fun of me by telling me that the first team I coach won't respect me because I can't take things seriously. I’ll show them. I’m going to graduate college and get my degree. I'll prove to them that I can make a difference in someone else's life. I'll prove that I can successfully lead someone to a possible future. Not that they would care about anything that I do. I never felt like I belonged anywhere until I met my friends. They made me feel like I could be a part of something. Believe it or not, I met Fluke first. It was our first day of class and I was the last one to come into class. I know being late on your first day of school doesn’t show the best initiative, but in my defense, I slept over my alarm. I know that’s not a valid excuse either, but I did my best. Luckily I stayed in one of the dorms so getting to class was no problem. After I got to the class late there was only one seat left and it was directly next to Fluke. He was such a nerd sitting there with all his textbooks open and notes taking up two full pages. Now that I think about it, he looked pretty cute with those glasses on. He still does. I was the more laid-back kind of guy. I just wanted to have fun. College is supposed to be fun right? That’s why I chose to study automotive engineering. It had to deal with cars, which in some cases can be very fun. I wasn’t sure how much the nerdy kid would like me or not, but I didn’t care about what others thought about me. I gladly took the seat beside him. I didn’t mind getting to know him. Later that day I came to find out that Fluke was my roommate. I was flattered, at least it was someone that I already kind of knew. The next day Fluke introduced me to his other friends and that’s how I became acquainted with them. To this day I can’t imagine my life without them. That’s how it's turned out. We lost one of them, probably by my hand. The other four don't bother to talk to me, and Fluke wishes he had never met me. I sighed as I thought that maybe it would have been better for them if they had never met me. Maybe Por would still be alive. I shook away the thoughts as I started to pack my clothes. I was hoping that maybe living with him again would rekindle something. The friendship that we once shared. I wouldn’t complain if it turned into more than that. I wasn’t too confident about my feelings yet, but I knew that I felt something more than friends for him. All I cared about at that moment was having him back as my friend. As far as anything else, I’ll worry about that later on.

~Time Skip~

I sat in my wheelchair just outside Fluke’s door. I sighed as I contemplated knocking on the door or just turning around and leaving. I already knew that Fluke didn't want me here. I didn't even have to see his face for me to know that he didn’t want me here. I tapped my fingers anxiously on the arm of my chair as I had my elbow up on the other. I rested my fingers against my cheek as I stared at his door. I probably sat there staring at his door for a good five to ten minutes and I still didn’t knock on the door. I let out another sigh as I went to turn my chair away. I kept thinking about how I felt when I saw that he read my texts. Should I turn around and leave when he is the only thing alive that can make me smile like that? I took in a deep breath before I knocked on his door. I wasn’t sure if he would open it or not, but my stomach was spinning in a thousand different circles. Was I feeling butterflies because of him? I was a little disappointed as I sat there for almost two minutes with no answer. I didn’t truly understand why I felt so determined, but I wasn’t going to give up on him that easily. I knocked on the door again, but this time louder than I had before. A bright smile came across my face as I watched him open the door. He stared at me as I turned my chair more towards the doorway. I felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through my foot up my entire leg as the door slammed closed. I cried out in pain.

“Dudeeee, you just closed the door on my foot!! Just because I can’t use it yet doesn’t mean I don’t cherish it!!” I shouted through the door.

I rubbed my leg through the cast as I winced in pain. I let out a soft sigh as I stared at the door. I still wasn’t going to give up that easily. His words hurt more than this does.

“What are you doing here?!”

His voice sounded like he was almost panicking. I raised a curious brow.

“Thriving in pain,” I grunted.

“Go thrive in pain somewhere else!”

“Where?”

“I don’t know! And I don’t care. just…Anywhere but here…You can go roll down the stairs and break your other leg for all I care!”

I felt my heart physically ache as I heard him say that. I closed my eyes for a brief second before I cleared my throat. No matter what he did or said to me, I still wasn’t going to give up.

“Ouch, that was harsh! Why don’t you want me here?!”

“You know why!”

My stomach dropped as he brought this up again. I feel like he brings this up whenever he has a free chance just to try to make me leave him alone. This only makes me want to be around him even more. I want to prove to him that this is not the kind of person that I am.

“Still haven’t forgiven me for that?...”

I sighed as we both fell silent. A part of me just felt like I should leave, that’s what he wants anyway right? Then the other part is the part that wants to stay and fight for our friendship.

“No, and I don’t plan to either, just leave…”

I let a soft smile pass me as I heard him speak to me with a calmer voice. Maybe there is hope, even if it’s only a little.

“Fluke, please, can’t we just-”

“I said no!-” I jumped a little hearing him shout again. “Now…Go away!..”

My heart was pounding so hard from holding back the frustration he was causing me. I tried so hard to contain myself with him. I could physically feel the tears that wanted to stream from my eyes. I wanted to remember what I did so badly as to understand the full reason why Fluke hates me so much. Then there’s still that part of me that doesn’t want to remember any of it. I sometimes wish that I could forget everything and everyone, maybe it would be better.

“Just open the door,”

“No,”

“Whether you open the door for me now or later, I’m not leaving, I’ll sleep out here if I have to,”

“Do whatever you want Top, I will never open this door for you,”

“Never say never, I’ll get you to open the door for me somehow,”

I chuckled as I heard him grunt out of frustration. I knew he was getting more annoyed with me, but I had to admit that his acting this way with me only drew me even closer to him.

“Can’t you go annoy somebody else?”

“No, the others won’t talk to me either, at least you’ll look at my messages,”

“And what are you gonna do if I block you?”

“If you were going to block me, you would have done it already-”

I feel like I could feel Fluke rolling his eyes. That just made me chuckle a little more.

“I’m gonna be having someone coming over anytime to share my apartment with for the next four months, you’d better leave before he shows up,”

The fact that he sounded like he hated every part of me, just made me want to stay even more. I couldn’t stop the smile that came over me. I chuckled as I thought about what he just said.

“He’s already here,”

Fluke became silent. I wasn’t sure if saying that would work or not, but I waited anxiously to see if it actually would or not. I was hoping more than anything that he would open the door and give me a chance. He wouldn’t exactly have a choice now anyway, but I was hoping that he would be okay with me staying with him. If I could at least hear him tell me that he was okay with it, then I would feel even better about this. My stomach dropped as I watched the door start to open. I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my face as I looked at Fluke.

“Told you, you’d open the door for me,” I smirked with a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes as he peaked out the door. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at him.

“The only person I see is you,” He raised an eyebrow as he glared at me.

“Surprise,”

He didn’t say anything as he sat there staring at me. I couldn’t stop smiling as I stared back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, your mom talked with my parents and set it up for me to live with you for the next four months-”

“What?!”

I practically jumped from how loud he shouted. I watched as he looked like he was struggling to breathe. I let out a gentle sigh as I looked at the floor. All I wanted to do was rush over to him and help him try to breathe, but I knew he would never accept this kind of help from me. I looked back up at him.

“They said it would be easier for us to take care of each other while our broken legs finish healing. We could make sure neither of us miss our physical therapy once a week-”

“You mean you??”

He looked at me with pure anger buried deep within his voice.

“Okay turn it around on me, anyway, and Mom suggested that you could tutor me to help me graduate, it's a win-win situation,”

“I don't see any of this as a win situation, and I’m not letting you into my apartment!”

Just as he went to slam the door, I moved my chair and stopped it with my foot on the same leg that was broken. I took in a sharp breath as the pain radiated from my foot up and through the very core of my leg. For a moment I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I let out a low hum in pain as I cleared my throat.

“Ow…” I sighed, “Do you honestly hate me that much that you’re not willing to help your own friend graduate from college?”

“You’re not my friend anymore,”

“I know you feel that way now, but it’s only four months,”

“No, there is no way in hell. I am not allowing you to live with me even for that long,”

A soft sigh left me as he turned his chair away from me. A part of me still felt like trying was pointless. I didn’t think that he would ever forgive me for what happened. It didn’t mean that I still wasn’t going to try. It just meant that it would be harder to prove myself.

“You don’t have a choice,”

“Oh yeah, who says?”

“Your mom and mine,”

“I’m an adult now, I don't have to do anything she tells me,”

I couldn’t stop myself from smirking as I looked at him.

“Oooo, I’ve never seen you as a rebel before, kinda hot,”

My heart started to pound a million miles per second. Did I just say that about my best friend? What am I thinking? What will he think of me now? Though he already hates me, so I guess I don’t have anything else to lose.

“I’m sorry what?”

I cleared my throat as I felt my cheeks warming up a little. I looked at the floor. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it again.

“Uhh, nevermind, you have to let me in Fluke,”

“No, I don’t,”

I sighed again as he turned his chair away from me more and tried to roll away from me.

“My mom already kicked me out, if you don’t let me live with you then I’ll be living on the streets…With a broken leg…Probably sleeping in an alley…In a dangerous part of town…Who knows maybe something would eventually kill me..”

He didn’t say anything as he kept himself turned away from me. I kept wondering if I would ever be able to get him to see the good side of me again. I know how goofy that I used to be and I honestly miss it more than anything else in this world. There is one thing that I miss more than that. I want what we used to have. That would be enough for me. I wouldn’t mind just a hello and goodbye every once and a while. Even that would be enough for me.

“Fluke…” I calmed myself down to almost a whisper. I made sure he could still hear me, but I couldn’t help being serious this time. “I’m not going to apologize again because…You’re right…Saying I’m sorry isn’t enough…I know what you told me that I did, but I honestly can not remember it, if I did I would…Well, you probably wouldn’t want to know what I would do…”

I thought back to what my aunt and brother told me. I probably shouldn’t mention to him about my apparent frequent episodes that I have. Not that he would care right now anyway. I shook those thoughts away as I continued:

“I hate everything that happened and I wish we could go back in time and change it to when…The only bad thing that happened was when I accidentally broke Por’s camera and blamed it on Non…I can’t help but to think…You know maybe all of this can be traced back to me…If I…”

I didn’t expect this to be this hard to talk about. I never expected to talk about this with anyone, but being around Fluke makes me want to just open up about everything even if I irritate him right down to his core.

“Maybe if I had told Por the truth about the camera in the first place none of this would have happened and he would…He would…Well, you know…”

I couldn’t even say that dreaded sentence. Am I still in denial that he is dead? Maybe I'm still trying to deny it because I’m the one who killed him according to Fluke. I felt a slight tear trickle down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away as I continued:

“But unfortunately I can’t change anything that happened…I won’t say I’m sorry to you anymore…But please…Don’t make me sleep outside in a town like this…My mom already told me she wouldn’t let me come back until my leg was healed, if even then…I feel like she secretly hates me too...And I know you hate me too, but living with you would probably be better than my mom for the next four months…”

He was still silent as he stared at his hands. Another tear tried to escape but I forced it away.

“I know you don’t want me here, but it will be good for both of us, neither of us will have to do anything alone and…After our legs are fully recovered, I promise that I’ll move out and I…I…will never bother you again…”

Why did I just say that? I don’t want to lose him. Why would I promise something that I don’t want to do? I sighed again as I looked at my hands as I anxiously awaited for him to tell me his answer. I felt like he was beating around the bush because his answer was no. If that’s the case then why doesn’t he just come right out and say it?

“Promise you’ll leave after we’re fully recovered?”

I quickly lifted my head to look at him. My heart was racing a million times faster and I felt the butterflies again.

“Wait…Are you serious?”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at me.

“Just answer my question,”

“Yes, yes I promise,”

Again, why would I promise this? I’m not going to want to leave his side. He’d probably happily kick my ass out. I watched as he moved his chair out of the way.

“You can sleep on the couch,”

I smiled from ear to ear as I rolled my chair into his apartment. I stopped my chair right beside him as I looked directly at him.

“Thank you,”

He rolled his eyes again as he looked away from me without responding. I quietly chuckled as I smirked. I leaned closer to him the best that I could.

“But a lot can happen in four months,” I told him with a smirk.

I watched as his face turned bright red. I chuckled as I realized that I couldn’t look away from him. I don’t know when he became so adorable to me, but I never want to look away from him. Am I staring at him? At Fluke? I let out a content sigh as the smile on my face grew wider. He cleared his throat as he kept himself turned away from me.

“Don’t get any bright ideas,”

“Who’s getting any ideas? What ideas?” I chuckled.

He didn't say anything to me as he rolled his chair over to the window. I softly chuckled as I looked around. I rolled my chair over more towards the living room.

“I’ve never been inside your place before,” I spoke in curiosity as I looked around.

“You’ve been to my parent's house, but not my apartment near the college. It’s more convenient trying to get to the college because the complex is only two minutes from it. I can say this is the one good thing my parents actually did for me,” He sighed.

I was silent for a second as I looked at him. I felt like I could see a sadness behind his eyes that I’d never seen before. I wanted to try to comfort him, but even if he would let me, I don’t think I would know how. Mainly, because I don’t know what he is thinking.

“Don’t you have a sister too? I thought I met her once?” I asked him curiously.

“That was my cousin, I’m an only child,”

I went silent again for a brief moment. I wanted to know more about him. I felt like I knew he wouldn’t tell me, but I felt like I had to try. The whole time that I have known him, he has never really talked about himself much. I only know enough brief stuff to know him as a friend. At least I think I do. I couldn’t truly and fully understand this strong desire to get to know more about him but I didn’t want to let it go.

“You don’t talk about your family much,”

“Ever think there’s a reason for that,”

He rolled his eyes and I could tell he was starting to get annoyed again. I let out a soft sigh as I looked around again. I gently smiled as I found everything in his little apartment to be quite adorable. I snickered as I saw a coffee table made from a glass tabletop and old textbooks.

“ Why is there old textbooks underneath a glass table top? Could you not afford a new table?”

“Why do you keep pestering me with these annoying questions?”

“I’m trying to pass the time,”

“Then go find something else to do, I’m going to go do some homework,”

“Right now?”

“Yes,”

I sighed as I watched him roll his eyes again. I could tell that he was becoming more annoyed with me by the second. This still just made me want to try even harder. I’ve always been the type to go after something that I want. I don’t give up very easily, especially if it’s something that I’ve set my eyes on. I feel like Fluke has always found at least a small part of me annoying, but he was willing to look past it to be my friend. I hope that he is willing to do that again. I feel like maybe there is hope because he is talking to me. I know that I’m going to be living with him for the next four months or longer, but he could still ignore me completely. Maybe this is a small start. If I can just keep him talking to me, even if he gets annoyed with me, then maybe I’ll be able to get him to open up to me again. I watched him as he rolled his chair over to his desk and started to work on his homework. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at him. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen during my time here, but I knew one thing was for sure; I wasn’t going to give up on him. I know he is just reflecting his anger about that weekend onto me because I’m an easy target. That just makes me want to try even harder. He may hate me now, but a lot can change in four months. I’m going to prove that to him even if it kills me.

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Laughter (Pillarmen headcannons)

How I imagine their senses of humour work.

Santana

By far the hardest to make laugh. The whole concept of "funny" is lost on him. Humans, for all their studying (and him for all his observation of them) didn't understand why they laughed? That was unnerving. He'd decided to ignore the strange concept...until it decided to intrude on his life for itself.

"Can Februrary March? No, but April May!"

You chuckled as you read it, but nearly jumped out of your skin as a powerful sound built and built. Santana threw his head back and roared. It would echo in your mind for a long time afterwards. Ever since, you made it a point to find more puns for him.

Aside from the initial confusion and shock at the sound, he was pleased. It made you smile at him, your eyes sparkling with joy. He wasn't a fan of the unknown, but he could make peace with it. It felt good to laugh. And it especially felt good to do it with you.

Kars

Also very difficult to make laugh, but for an entirely different reason. Kars' sense of humour is disgustingly complex, and oftentimes morbid.

You'd have to be forgiven for not chortling at things like the death of a wave theory physicist at a particle accelerator. While your love was letting loose a sinister chuckle or sometimes a full-on villanous laugh, you were either confused, disturbed, or both. He'd prop his chin in his hand, an attractive (if not a little scary) smirk appearing on his face as he quieted down.

Kars would share some of the satire and dark comedy he found, but it really, really, was not up your alley. He settles for pinning you down and tickling your sides until tears ran down your cheeks. He feels a little guilty at your reactions. There were many into which Kars wanted to instil fear. You were not one of them.

Wamuu

A little easier to make laugh. He prefers seeing funny things happen rather than jokes, so you've morphed into a pantomine on occasion. But he immediately picked you up and checked for injuries after you pretend-fell, so you ended up avoiding that part of your spontaneous performances.

He adores watching sitcoms with you, lowly chuckling as the jokes land. When he does laugh outright, it's a warm, rich sound that spills from his chest. There's such a sweetness to his gaze after that it makes you want to kiss him. For him, it's a great stress-reliever after his training or meeting with his masters. He's happy you're here to help him laugh. He often forgets how much he needs it.

Esidisi

This man loves to laugh. One-liners, dad jokes, wordplay, slapstick- you name it! This is a belly-laugh-knee-slapping-back-thumping kind of guy that laughs with his whole body. It doesn't take much to have him rolling on the floor! And seeing his antics puts you in giggle fits too. Once he understand them, memes become a special favourite of his. Past the literal tears in his eyes, there's a happy shine. You're glad you have access to it almost every day of your life with him.