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denjjisgf · 3 months

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eren jaeger x reader

SYNOPSIS ✧˚⋆｡ when the end of the semester gets busy, you find yourself swamped with grading papers. if only you could get some time away from your needy boyfriend.

CONTENT WARNINGS✧˚⋆｡ general: 18+ minors dni, (afab) grad student reader nsfw: somno/cnc, m! masturbation, oral (f! receiving), squirting, panty sniffing

W/C✧˚⋆｡ 2.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE✧˚⋆｡i was thinking about this post while writing it (nsfw gif!!)

finals week on campus is nothing more than the school buildings being powered by stress and caffeine as students and professors scramble to meet deadlines. it’s your final stretch. its been a nonstop course schedules and years of thinking, “is this even worth it?”, but this past year, you were accepted into university x’s graduate accelerated course. you were just a stack of 1st years’ papers and a couple eren-free nights away from graduating.

“i don’t know why i have to suffer when it's your fault for assigning the homework to begin with,” he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt as you pour coffee into a mug. you're both off today- free from classes and work- and situated in the breakfast nook of your “shared” apartment. shared is a loose term the two of you choose to describe your living situation. you find stray socks that don’t belong to you under the couch and he buys new hangers to hang up his clothes in your closet.

“i know, but we both know i'd get no work done with you here. i’m absolutely drowning in my students final papers.” eren separates from your hip to pull open the fridge, grabbing the creamer from the door, "so stay away for just this weekend. please?" he twists the lid off and begins to pour some into your mugs, "what am i supposed to do in the meantime?" he pouts.

he sets the carton onto the counter with attitude, the liquid sloshing as it hits the sides aggressively. with bed head and a frustrated knit of his brows, he looks like a spoiled child, you can't help but laugh, "i trust you'll find something to do with yourself. you're resourceful!"

you hear him huff, unsatisfied and extremely discouraged by your firm stance. he drops it and for the rest of the morning, you two sipped from your mugs and soaked in the sun, tucked under bed sheets.

you didn't hear any lip from eren for the rest of the week. you were honestly shocked- not once has he listened to you so easily, with such little resistance. he had to be up to something, you thought. but you let that worming feeling of suspicion recede into your thoughts and brought your tasks to your forefront. you got a full eight hours of sleep every night for the first time in ages.

on saturday night, you ordered yourself some take out, set up a pillow fort on the couch, and readied yourself to grade the stack of research papers sitting on the coffee table. halfway through the folder, your eyes began to feel heavy, the words blurring and floating off the pages. you had been at it for hours, the sun long set. shifting your work off your lap and onto the floor, you let your head hit the cushion and drifted off to sleep.

you had a key made for eren months ago. he never used it, choosing to pick you up and go home with you on most days, so he never needed it. but on the rare chance, he'd let himself in to surprise you with dinner or tidy up after a long day. tonight, when he slipped his key into the keyhole, he caught his heartbeat in his throat, turning the knob so slowly, urging the hinges not to creak as he snuck into your place.

he knew he wasn't supposed to be here. you had specifically asked him to stay home for the weekend and let you be. but it was saturday and it was late. it had been so long since he spent a weekend alone, in bed, alone, and the tickle that pulled his abdomen tight and made his cock jerk at the thought of you guided him here.

slipping his shoes off, he straightened them along the wall and walked softly to the living room. he smiled to himself, his chest warming with adoration at you curled on the couch. you just looked so cute!

his eyes traced your face, locs of hair framing your sleeping face and the slight open of your mouth puffing sweet exhales. he was in love all over again, like seeing you for the first time, he let the butterflies settle in his stomach. you rolled to your stomach and let one leg roll off the side of the couch.

eren swallowed, this time, his gaze latched to the little exposed skin peeking out from under the blanket. in an instant, he dropped to his knees, crawling to the edge of the couch. his hand skated across pages and he panicked, hoping the shuffling sound wouldn't wake you while he reorganized your work stuff and slid it out of the way.

eren felt silly getting so worked up over your bare leg, like a virgin, his mind raced. he was dizzy on your scent filling the familiar apartment, dizzy from your figure outlined under the blanket, dizzy from the painful ache of his cock. he let his palm fall to his lap, languidly jerking it over his sweats to alleviate himself.

he imagined you waking up, overjoyed to see your boyfriend, not angry at all that he let himself in and started jerking off to you sleeping, and smacking kisses over his face and neck.

after a few minutes, teasing hands dipped below the waistband of his sweats. eren toyed with the idea, taking a sigh as he watched you sleep and pulled his fully hard dick out of its confinement. he dragged his finger to collect the precum beading at his tip and continued to fuck into his fist, trying his hardest not to let the wet squelching stir you awake. he was panting, a fist in his mouth to hold in his weak moans. it had been so long since he'd seen you (not even week), he was dying for your touch, to feel you in his grasp, it was driving him crazy.

so he let himself go closer and pulled the blanket up over your side, carefully, and let it fall off the couch. long abandoning his cock, he let his hands roam your lower body. eren was grateful you were on your tummy, you must've felt him coming, he thought giddily.

he let his hands run along your legs, kissing at your ankles and making his way up. situating himself on the floor and between your legs, his hands made work of dragging you closer to the edge until your knees were resting just over his shoulders and your cunt was at eye level.

his cock bobbed against his abs, red and angry, and his chest hot with desire. he fought the urge to touch himself, if he wanted to jerk off, he could’ve just stayed home! he came here for you, he told himself, he wanted a taste of that sweet honeyed slick you were keeping from him.

he let himself go. he let his fingers toy with your shorts, massaging your thighs under the fabric, letting himself re familiarize with the curve of your ass. curious fingers slid to tug at the fabric and in one swoop, he was freeing you of your pajamas. he slipped them off each leg, his nails dragging against your skin to watch the way you shiver in your sleep.

all that stood in the way was your underwear now. eren sat and admired the wet spot growing between your legs, soaking the fabric. his breath was shaky as he was tried to keep his cool, but it was getting harder for him to want to hold back. you were whimpering with every touch now and eren could feel your skin getting hot.

it was risky taking your shorts off completely, he thought, worried you'd wake up any minute. he was getting bolder with his actions, and you were reacting so well to him, he was sure you wouldn't mind if he took it another step farther. so he planted kisses against your skin, pushing up on his feet to get closer to your clothed cunt. his fingers worked to shimmy the band of your panties lower until the material was slipping off and onto his face.

he let himself breath in the scent, his mind fraying as he pressed your panties to his face. his tongue wet the fabric and he groaned when he finally got to taste you. his hands were still on you, pulling your cheeks apart as he stared with fervor at your tight holes inches away from him. eren knew he was getting rough, a little too rough if he intended on keeping you asleep the entire time.

"you know i can't live without this," he stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them, then brought them to your pussy messily. he lets them roam without intention; he didn't want you feel good yet, he wanted you so worked up, you needed to feel good. he smiled when you moaned softly at the sensation of his tongue, the warm stripe of his saliva hot as he swallows the sticky precum collecting with every pulse of your pussy.

he lapped up everything you gave him. his fingers worked nonstop, molding your ass between them, pushing his face further between your legs. it's not enough, he was growing tired of waiting, tired of being gentle, and tired of hearing you so quietly moan his name, he needed you to scream it. he moaned when his tongue dipped into your tight hole and you clenched down at the intrusion. your slick poured over his tongue and his eyes rolled at the taste.

"to think you thought you could keep this from me," he groaned as he roughly grabbed you, rolling your plump ass cheeks between his hands, kneading at the fat and landing a harsh slap against it. you jerked awake at the impact, legs locking in fear and eyes foggy with sleep. you tried to get away, squirming on the couch, only to be held tight in someone's grasp. your heart raced and goosebumps raised on your skin, anxious of the situation you were in.

"good morning, sweetheart," he cooed with another smack of your ass.

eren. of course it was him. your body was hot and your head was light, every nerve and sensation focused on eren between your legs. his hand clapped against your ass again, this time harder than the other two and you yelped at the pain. his thumb was circling your clit, each time it dragged down, the pad of it pulled its hood back and sent chills down your spine.

with you now awake, eren felt no need to go gentle on you anymore. he smiled into your pussy and pushed two fingers deep, letting them curve down to caress your g spot. you were grinding down into his hand and stringy drips of slick and saliva made a mess on the couch cushion.

his mind was thick in fog, his vision narrowed on the sweet pull of your cunt as his fingers plunged in and out, deeper in and watched them strain to pull out. his cock was begging to be touched, pleading for eren to snap and shove his length inside of you, but he couldn't tear his lips away, his moans buzzing against your clit and making you tremble.

another slap against your ass, another roll of your hips, and eren was cumming, thick ropes spilling out from his cock and spreading messily on his lower abdomen. his face flushed bright red and he was panting against your pussy, still eating you out while he came. fat droplets dripped onto the carpet below him while he let out whines, his balls drained empty.

but he couldn't stop, he had waited for you all week, and after all you were so stressed, he wanted to be of some use. he winced as he grabbed his softening cock in his hand, jerking it a few times to get himself hard once again. you were grinding along his tongue now, he could tell with each needy drag that you were chasing your orgasm.

"well would ya look at that? all you needed was a little relief- dontcha feel better now baby," he said teasingly, smiling like a fool with every kiss against your ass. his hand was furious as he overstimulated you, the flat of three fingers rubbing your cunt raw in mind numbing circles. each slow drag of his palm, the middle finger catching to hook inside of your hole, slipping in so slightly before pulling out with pressure.

your muscles felt tight, the strain in your calves burned, willing you to collapse into his touch, crying, "stop- mmph- i can't take anymore!" your lewd slick was everywhere, coating his hand, your plush thighs, and left your skin cold as the air hit it. you ached, grasping at straws and for your breath, for any moment to think straight, "e-eren, please," you hiccup. he took his time; slowly, he breathed against your skin and selfishly inhaled your scent.

he plunged his fingers inside of you, long enough to make you throb around them but too short to feel any pleasure, he teased you relentlessly. and he grinned a shit eating smile, lost entirely in the loud squelch of your cunt. he spat on your clit and let his fingers work fast on rubbing circles.

your chest flushed and you felt the familiar coil pull tight in your gut, you were so close, it hurt. eren was all too much, his fingers still dragging against your walls. each pull had wetness spilling from your hole and into his greedy mouth. your legs were about to give out, they were shaking around his head and your back bowed when he pushed you deeper into the couch, his hands coming around your waist to hold you in place.

he could tell you were close, you moans were short and quick as you gasped for air. in the corner of his eye, he could see your hands grasping for stability on the cushion as he finger fucked you to heaven.

he pushed a third finger in and you both moaned at the stretch. a strange sensation filled your womb and you felt your body go cold. your entire body seized up in eren's hands, but he continued his assault, slow strokes of his fingers now faster. your hands shot down to shove his hands away as you came, clear liquid shooting out from you as you cried in pleasure. your mind felt blank as your body went rigid, and eren fought with your fingers to let his own back in your cunt. he desperately craved the feeling of your clenching down on him.

he selfishly swallowed your cum, letting his face get drenched in you. his cock was hard now, again, as you tried to regain your breath. you rolled onto your back and shot him a look of disapproval, "what the fuck, eren?!" still between your legs, he squirmed up from the floor and to lay on top of you.

he pouted and nuzzled his head against your chest. "i just missed you, that's all," he said, his bottom lip pushed out and puppy dog eyes at work. you tossed your head to the side, away from his gaze, and sighed, "still i thought i told you not to come over. don't you ever listen?'

despite your scolding words, you couldn't help but deny you missed your boyfriend. however, he complete disregarded what you said all the time and gets away with it every time! you're weak to his efforts of persuasion. so when you turn to meet his gaze, unfaltering and only full of love, you smile and lean in for a kiss.

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 6 months

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Last Updated: 2024-02-02

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James T. Kirk stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 months

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The Shape Of Your Heart (A 'The Shape Of You' Valentine's Special One-shot)

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, past bad experiences on Valentine's Day, steam (somebody get me a fan and turn it on high), mentions of cannibalism (jokingly I promise), shirtless Michael (deserves a warning in itself)

Word Count: 4.2k

(A/N:) Hello and welcome to my own little pit of insanity! It's supposed to be Valentine's Day today but I and my very bestest friend all agree that it needs replaced with second Halloween! So far that has yet to happen, so we take it upon ourselves to celebrate a second spooky season while everyone else drowns in a sea of pink and red. I wanted to do something very Countess-y for the day and this idea came to me while at work and it's just too perfect not to do! This is a special one-shot set in my The Shape of You universe and you shouldn't have to read my fanfiction to read this. But to all of my people who are following my fic please know that I am still working on it and I haven't forgotten! I just got an idea on what to add to the chapter today cause I don't just want to rush to the end it wouldn't be fair to the story and my readers! So keep your eyes open you don't know when the Boogeyman will appear! 😉 So keep it spooky and to all the fellow Michael Myers lovers Happy (second) Halloween!

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, nothing special and nothing exciting. You’d been on the normal dates that everyone went for this particular day, with whoever you were dating at the time going all out. Flowers, chocolates, expensive restaurants. All the works, anything that would make a normal girl swoon. But none of those things really mattered to you and it didn’t take long for them to grow bored with you and leave you not long after. So you didn’t get excited about the holiday like all your other co-workers do. So today had been stressful trying to avoid all talk of Valentines with everyone, even Julie who gushed about the flowers on her desk to anyone who would listen. You were happy for her and everyone else and it wasn’t that you disliked the holiday, old wounds just ruined it for you. So when it came time to finally leave you rushed out the front door towards your car.

You felt all the pressure and anxiety leave as soon as your car door slammed shut and you turned the key over starting your car with a roar. After giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself (you knew Michael would worry), you put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. While the traffic of Haddonfield seemed to be on your side, the radio was a different story. What once had been your friend just yesterday had quickly turned into the enemy. Every love song and ballad that existed in the world seemed to be playing on the local station, so you changed the channel. Just for the other station to treat you just the same. And the next one and the next one, same story same old song and dance. You finally just turned the knob off shutting off the whole radio in an angry huff. So you just enjoyed the silence on the remainder of the ride home.

It wasn’t lost on you when you pulled into your little neighborhood of all the happy couples that lived close to your house leaving their houses hand in hand. Most likely going on dates planned weeks or months in advance. All you truly wanted today was a hot delicious meal with Michael and a sweet night cuddled together on the couch with him as you both watched a movie. Something action packed or even a comedy, just as long as it wasn’t something disgustingly romantic. You’d even order pizza or something, cause now you didn’t feel like cooking anything. Finally pulling into the driveway of your little home, you couldn’t help but feel that you were finally free to act like yourself. While you fumbled for the front door key, you waved at your neighbors before heading inside.

Michael had never celebrated Valentine’s Day in the special ways that everyone talked about. He could remember a few of the parties that would be held at school, with cupcakes smothered in bright pink frosting and covered with heart shaped sprinkles, or cookies cut out in various shapes to convey love and all things sickeningly sweet. Michael could only remember the treats tasting like ash and the little thin cardboard cards a lie. No child wanted to celebrate with someone like him and no one wanted to be his valentine. All he could remember back at home was his sister gushing about her new boyfriend and all they were going to do that night to celebrate. It made him hate everything even worse, especially when he was left home all alone with the babysitter that his parents had conned into watching him.

Then that fateful Halloween night had came around and then Michael knew nothing else of Valentine’s Day or any other holiday that normal people celebrated. No barbecues on the Fourth of July, no more trick-or-treating on Hallows Eve, and no presents sitting under a beautifully decorated tree. He gripped the handle of the chefs knife he held tighter, knuckles turning white as a blinding fury built in his chest until he breathed deeply, calming himself. It was getting close to time for you to come home and he wouldn’t let the past ruin this for him or you. He loved you too much and he knew that you had had some bad experiences linked with Valentine’s Day and now that you both had each other he didn’t want this time of year to remain that way for you or for himself. So he had planned in secret to treat you and surprise you with a Valentine’s Day to remember.

It had been difficult for him to keep everything quiet as he was a little excited to share such a special occasion with you. Though it was far from the normal things couple did on the day, he couldn’t just go out and buy you flowers and chocolates. He knew you didn’t mind but for some reason it bothered him more than it should. You didn’t let such material things judge how much you love him, but he wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel and show you just how special you are to him. So everything had to be perfect. You were the light that saturated his darkness and if he couldn’t convey that with his actions he couldn’t help but feel like a failure. So with a few extra touches Michael finished his work before going up the stairs to change into the clothes that he had laid out after you had left. He didn’t want to greet you at the door in food stained clothes that smelled of his sweat and the seasonings he used. So he made his way up the stairs, trying to hurry himself when he heard your car pull into the driveway.

You turned the knob and stepped inside, but something felt off. Michael always kept the living room lights off so nosy neighbors couldn’t see inside when you finally made it home, but having all the lights off was unusual. And it had become a routine that he was always waiting to give you a welcome home kiss and hug, to make the tension ease away as soon as you got home. But Michael was nowhere to be seen and it made your heart drop before racing in your chest. You couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him as you searched all the shadows.

“Michael,” you called. When he didn’t answer you felt a lump form in your throat and tears prick at your eyes. It had been a rough day and to not have him here to make everything better seemed to be the last nail in the coffin. You dropped your bag and keys to the floor.

“Michael,” you sobbed, feeling pathetic as you started to panic.

Michael had just finish changing when he heard the mournful sound of your voice. His heart shattered and he started to panic as he raced down to you. The sight of you standing in the dark, still in your work clothes with tears streaming down your cheeks and smearing your makeup, shattered him. He was in front of you in just a few strides before swallowing you into his strong embrace. This was definitely not how he wanted to start your evening together. Kissing at your tear soaked cheeks, Michael gave you as long as you needed to calm down to greet you in the way he wanted to.

“I thought you left and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry it’s been a rough day and I didn’t want to come home and make you worry.” Michael hushed you softly continuing to dry your tears carefully, smearing your makeup worse in the process. He cursed himself for not being faster, but it had taken him a couple of tries to get dessert just right or he would have been at the door and had the candles on the table lit before you could have walked in. So far his plan was not going perfect like he wanted. But it had yet to explode into terrible just yet. He could and would salvage the situation.

Once your tears had dried and your breathing had calmed, Michael finally was able to get things to start rolling. First he kissed you deeply, like he always did when you finally made it home from work and then he started the shower so it could warm up. He didn’t want the work day to stay on your skin and weigh your shoulders down. With another quick peck he left you to relax for a few moments while he laid out the clothes he wanted to see you in before going back to the kitchen. Making sure the food was staying warm while he heard the shower running, he cleaned up the rest of his mess until he heard the shower stop and the bathroom door open. Your wet feet pattered against the floor as you walked to the bedroom to dress and Michael dried his hands on a dish towel. You took in the sight of the dress draped across the bedspread, Michael could read you like a book as it was one of your favorite more comfortable dresses. It was beautiful without being obnoxious and the black always flattered your frame. You threw the towel in the dirty basket before slipping into the dress and as soon as you got it zipped up halfway, you could hear Michael’s footsteps come up behind you.

His larger hand replaced yours, finishing zipping up the dress before he kissed the back of your neck sweetly. He brushed at your still wet hair while taking little nibbles against your skin. You shivered as you allowed Michael to explore. It was moments like these that you could only feel comfortable with Michael. He never pushed you and took his time. Savoring every second he could from your taste or the little motions and sounds that he elicited from you. When he had his fill of your taste for that moment, he gently brushed your hair before braiding it simply and lead you by the hand to the main attraction of the night. It wasn’t until this moment that you finally realized how Michael was dressed. Wearing his finest pair of dark jeans and a deep red button up shirt tucked in with the leather jacket you had bought for him months ago.

His boots thudding against the carpet as he continued to lead you towards the kitchen that was dark except for the two candles that burned brightly on the table and the small light that was above the sink. You gasped before looking up at the dark haired man that cared for you so deeply, it made you feel like your heart could soar above the Earth. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and kissed your temple before taking you to the table. He pulled out the chair for you, letting you sit down before he pushed you towards the table. You took in the atmosphere of your normally plain kitchen. Michael had dug out the tablecloth that you had bought years ago, draping it across your little table where he had placed your finest dishes for you both to dine on. The candles were from your emergency stash, for storms that would knock the power out. But those were replaceable, letting Michael do the things he needed was too special to worry about some cheap candles that were easily replaced.

While Michael worked you watched him, enraptured at his movements and the broad back that just begged for you to touch. A splash of red on the kitchen floor caught your attention and at first you thought Michael had cut himself. But as your gaze began to trail further towards the table and out of the doorway to the kitchen into the living room did you finally realize that it was a trail of rose petals. You laughed at yourself for not noticing it until now, until another thought overtook that one. Where did he get roses from? Shrugging to yourself, deeming it unimportant, you turned your attention back on the gorgeous backside that Michael Myers owned. Michael turned around and you quickly looked away, trying to act innocent but he had known you were staring, Michael didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he never caught himself staring at you. Carrying two plates he set yours down before taking his seat across from you at the table.

Michael hadn’t known the first thing about cooking until he had came into your life. You had lovingly and patiently taught him several things and now he had taken to it easily. You were a good cook and knew how to cook many things, but with work you hardly felt like making more of the extravagant dishes you knew, so a lot of times you would bring home something from the local restaurants, but with Michael around he made sure to either have something cooked by the time you got home or you both cooked together. But this was a significant occasion where he wanted to branch out and really impress you. The kiss was to greet you, the shower to relax you, and dinner was his chance to wow and woo you. Like you weren’t already head over heels from him. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the steak, cooked perfectly; medium rare, baked potato, and carrots carefully cut into little hearts. You beamed brightly at Michael, making his heart skip a beat before you held up one of the carrots, just in awe of his skills and attention he took with the meal. You grinned slyly before popping the vegetable into your mouth. Savoring the flavors bursting on your tongue and the slight crunch of the carrot.

“Y’know Michael it’s really unfair how good you are with a knife,” you said while stabbing another carrot with your fork.

He just shrugged his shoulders, returning your grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’ve carved up enough stuff to know how to wield a knife.”

“Let’s not talk about your occupation before dinner,” you scoffed teasingly. “This is beef steak right?”

“Whatever you had in the freezer,” he took a big bite of steak, chewing thoughtfully. “Unless,” Michael paused, “you’re hiding a cannibalistic hobby from me.”

“You don’t know how delicious next door neighbors can be when cooked right.”

You both laughed before you grimaced at the thought and tucked into your plate, the instant the steak hit your tongue you let out a moan. Michael looked up a vivid red tinting his cheeks at the sound you just made.

“This is sooo good,” you took another big bite. Every horrible moment that you had experienced today melted away every second. Michael forgot his plate for just a second as he watched you enjoy the food he had painstakingly made for you. Every mistake and cut was worth it as he witnessed the bliss on your face and the laughter you both shared about minor details of each others’ day. After finishing up your whole steak and sides you didn’t think another bite of anything was possible but then Michael cleared away the plates and brought back a huge chocolate cake. Layered with a thick coat of chocolate buttercream and a shiny dark chocolate ganache on top. Wiping a droplet of drool at the sight of the decadent dessert, you suddenly dredged up the mental room in your stomach for a piece of the delicious looking cake. Michael served you once again, cutting a big enough slice it would take you two sittings to get through, but you didn’t mind. Your mouth watered seeing all the beautiful layers and chocolate goodness. But Michael didn’t move away and you suddenly got nervous. Was he feeling ornery? Was something bothering him?

But he only stepped away with no explanation, until he grabbed his chair and dragged it over closer to you. Though he was just sitting across the table from you it felt so far away and he couldn’t take a second longer being that far from you. He wasn’t too hungry for cake at the moment and there was just something about watching you enjoy every bite that had him feeling more full than he had in years. You seemed to curl into yourself at him being so close while you ate. You weren’t a very clean eater, especially when it came to chocolate cake, but he didn’t want you to feel that way around him in anything. Michael took your fork, his eyes leaving yours just for a second to get you a decent bite before bringing the fork up to your lips. Carefully you took the bite before your eyes rolled and sighed loudly at the wonderful flavors hitting your tongue.

“It’s absolutely delicious,” you chewed. “Michael you have to try some.”

His expression intensified pinning you to the back of your chair as he loomed over you. Dark locks of his wavy hair shadowing his dual colored eyes. He tilted your chin up, stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. He didn’t keep it gentle for long as he forced himself into your hot mouth. The tastes of chocolate hitting his tongue mixed with the unique taste of you. It was his turn to moan as he explored, taking his time and stealing your breath. You clung tightly to his jacket, trying not to slip out of his embrace as the strength melted from your limbs. The chocolate cake was sweet but the motion of Michael against your tongue was even sweeter. Placing his hand on the back of your head and tangling his large fingers in the locks of your hair he pressed you closer as if he couldn’t devour you enough, before he finally pulled away. You gasped for air but still held tightly to him, cake suddenly forgotten. Pupil dilated in the brown of Michael’s one good eye, he sat back down.

“Delicious,” he smirked and you blushed deeply. You were thinking that he wasn’t talking about just the cake.

You both didn’t speak for several moments until you cut the silence by cutting one piece off of the cake and offered it to him. Michael took it, chewing thoughtfully as he watched you cut another piece, his eyes never missing a movement or the fact that your breathing was still rapid from his passionate attentions. It took every sliver of control to keep himself seated while you shared the rest of the cake together.

With stomachs close to busting from the amount of food, this time you took the initiative in the next part of the plan. Michael had thought that both of you could watch a little TV before calling it a night, but if there was something in particular you wanted to do, he wasn’t going to argue. Though he was confused as you lead them both outside through the back door. Shutting off the lights and not turning the outside light on, you opened the door a gentle breeze stirring the hairs that slipped out of your braid when Michael had kissed you. Stepping outside Michael didn’t hesitate and stepped outside with you. You sat down on the top step before patting right beside you. Michael took a seat keeping a tight grip on your hand. It didn’t take long for you to lean your head on his shoulder and Michael wrapped his arms around you, trying to cling to you as tightly as he could, to keep this moment from ever slipping away.

As you sat outside on the step with Michael his arms wrapped around you, you noticed your bald rose bushes you had planted a couple years ago beside the back door. You snorted loudly, stifling a laugh now that you finally solved the mystery where your lovely rose petal trail came from. (Hey Countess here, yes I know February is still winter and rose bushes won’t have flowers on them, but just shhhhh enjoy the story and let me have this! Okay back to the fluff!) He looked at you in confusion but you just shook your head. You didn’t want to embarrass him or make Michael feel bad that he had taken advantage of your beautiful rose bush. Blooms could grow back and it probably helped the plant anyway. You watched the world go by as the stars flickered in the midnight blue colored sky. For once the neighborhood was peaceful and you breathed in deeply. The chill in the air had you shivering a little as you didn’t grab a jacket to go over your sleeveless dress. Michael untangled himself from you to shrug off his leather jacket and drape it over your chilly shoulders. You curled into the warmth, sighing as it cut the chill from reaching you.

“It’s nights like this that really remind you that everything will be okay,” you whispered. “That things in the past don’t matter when the present is involved. I’ve hated Valentine’s Day personally for so long that just hearing that it was just around the corner always made me cringe. But I think you just changed that for me in the span of just one single night.”

Michael lifted you easily from the steps, placing you in his lap where he could hold onto you better. He buried his face in your warm neck, breathing in your calming vanilla scent as he tried to find the words. It was hard to explain how much he adored you and how he felt about every moment that he got to spend with you. He had thought that terrorizing Haddonfield had been his one purpose, to make them pay for the way that they treated him, ever since he was a child and then that fateful night had brought you to him. Now it seemed like the puzzle pieces were fitting right into place and he didn’t want to lose you when everything was finally going so right.

“I didn’t get to experience much of Valentine’s Day and I didn’t really get to experience much of anything normal that others have. Until you. I remember the parties held at school but that’s just barely. I want to have so many more firsts with you,” he kissed your shoulder, “I want to experience life with you.”

You gently brushed your hand against Michael’s rough cheek, relishing the scratch of his stubble when you kissed him on the forehead. “I want to experience life with you too. And eat more chocolate cake.”

He chuckled burying himself deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder. His warm breath stirring against your skin, tickling and setting your nerves on fire. So you sat there on his lap, just holding onto him tightly while he held you, you both just relishing the silence. The words unspoken, not needing to be vocalized to understand. Time passed by slowly until Michael could feel you starting to get cold and shivering slightly against him. Without effort he stood up, still holding you in his arms and carried you inside. With another small kiss he sent you on your way to change into some comfortable pajamas so you both could enjoy a movie before bed. You didn’t argue but tugged him along wanting him to change into something more comfortable too. Though it pained you to see him get out of that gorgeous shirt that only hugged him in all the right ways. You teased him all the way to the closet where you somehow talked him into forgoing a shirt entirely.

That’s how you found yourself sprawled out on the couch on top of Michael, your legs tangled with his as you traced lazy circles into the skin of his chest. His breath hitching and finding it hard to concentrate on the movie with you touching him so tenderly. He grabbed your hand bringing it up to his mouth where he bestowed sweet kisses to each digit, in turn making you squirm. He grinned triumphantly, enjoying the way that he could turn the tables on you. You had an effect on him and he couldn’t help but feel smug when he could see that he did the same to you. So with one little sentence he finished the night quickly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured huskily in your ear. You sucked in a quick breath, never believing that anyone saying that sentence to you could hold so much power, but when he did it in that tone, it was like kryptonite.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Michael,” you whispered back, voice failing. He chuckled deeply before switching off the TV and scooping you back up to carry you back to the bedroom. The movie was boring anyway as he closed the bedroom door and all memories of past Valentine’s Day melted away on the taste of sweet kisses that tasted of chocolate cake and hushed giggles that sounded like calming wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

#Michael Myers X Reader #Michael Myers / Reader #Michael Myers #Valentines Day #Michael Myers Imagine #Valentines Imagine #Halloween #Halloween Imagine #Fanfic #Not My Gif #My Writing

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Blueprints

[Synopsis: Samuraishipping confession (Nya x Pixal)]

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[A bright and sunny day, Kai and Nya are out in the monastery's training grounds, fighting dummies and chatting.]

Nya: NO Kai, I DO NOT like her that way.

[Nya lets out a grunt and kicks a practice dummy so hard that she ends up breaking it.]

Kai: (Stunned (and scared)) ....

Kai: Tell that to the dummy, holy fuck.

Nya: UGH.

[She kicks the dummy again and is ready to storm off.]

[But then, she appears, as gorgeous as ever.]

Nya: Oh heyyy Pixal!

Kai: Hey Pix.

Pixal: Greetings!

Pixal: Nya, if you're free may I ask for some assistance?

Nya: O-ofcourse- w-with what Pixal?

Pixal: I require help with designing the new mechs. I have a few plans but I am facing some difficulty with the finalization.

Nya: Ofcourse! I would love to help!

Kai: (whispering) Oh you would just LOOOOVE to help right?

Nya: (whispering) One more word and I will not hesitate to drown you.

Pixal: My apologies, you both seem busy, I shall go and ask Zane.

Nya: Nonono I am completely free. Trust me! My schedule hasn't been this empty in ages!

Kai: (whispering) Hah, simp.

[Nya blasts Kai with a huge gush of water and he lands face-first on the monastery's mural-wall.]

Pixal: ...?

Nya: Don’t worry about it, I just saw a bug on his shoulder. Anyway, lead the way Pixal.

Pixal: If you insist.

[Nya and Pixal leave.]

Kai: (Gets up) Ah, young love~

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[Pixal and Nya are in the underground HQ, going over Pixal's building plans for the new mechs.]

Nya: These are all brilliant Pixal! I really don’t know how to choose just one..

Pixal: (Smug) I try.

Nya: (Sarcastic) Oh, soo humble.

[They both laugh.]

[Nya manages to snatch a quick glance at her beautiful laugh, and it makes her feel butterflies.]

[Dammit.]

[Well, Nya had known about this for awhile, even Kai did, but she had tried her best to not acknowledge it.. even going as far as to deny it all together.]

[She didn't want to ruin their friendship.]

[But at that moment,]

[She knew she couldn't avoid it anymore.]

[While Nya was lost in her own world, Pixal had gone back to her blueprints. Talking to Nya about the ins and outs of the mechs.]

Pixal: What do you think, Nya?

[Nya snapped back to reality.]

Nya: Oh, yeah, I-I uh think, it- might work?

Pixal: Affirmative.

[Pixal goes back to editing the blueprints further.]

[...]

[Well,]

[Say something.]

Nya: ...Say Pixal,

Nya: Can I tell you something?

Pixal: Mhm?

Nya: (Takes a deep breath)

Nya: So,, I've been developing feelings for you and I... I wanted to ask you if you'd like to.. go out,, y'know like. On a date. Sometime.

Pixal: ...

[Shocked by the nindroid's lack of a response, the master of water starts to panic.]

Nya: Of-ofcourse I-I don't want to make you feel like i'm pushing you into this and you have the full right to say n-

Pixal: Nya..

Pixal: I've been considering to "ask you out" for a while too.

Nya: Really?!

[Pixal lets out a short laugh.]

Pixal: If you wish to confirm it, go ask Zane.

Nya: (Blushes) ...you've talked about me with Zane...?

Pixal: I believe the correct word here would be "Gushed".

Nya:

Nya: God how do you flirt so effortlessly,,,

Pixal: ..Flirt?

Nya: [IT'S UNINTENTIONAL!?]

Nya: Oh, wow.

Pixal: Mhm?

Nya: Nevermind that,,

Nya: Let's uh, finish these mechs now,, shall we?

Pixal: It would be my pleasure, my beautiful girlfriend.

[Pixal looks into Nya's deep hazel eyes, takes her by the hand and leans in,]

Pixal: !Wait.

Nya: (Bright red and now confused) ...??

Pixal: I forgot to ask for your consent. Are you alright with doing this yet?

Nya: (Sighs) Pixal....

Nya: I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks..

[Nya puts her hand on Pixal's cheeks. She can feel the sensors on her face getting warm.. cute.]

[She pulls her in for a soft kiss.]

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#this is so self indulgent #but I have suddenly like latched onto samurai idk why #I love lesbianism #it has been a whole ass yr since ive pushed out anything huh #school's been kicking my ass #I actually have my exams going on rn I wrote this over a span of two weeks during my breaks #ninjago #fanfic #nya jiang #nya smith #pixal borg #samuraishipping #ik im breaking my rule of no non canon ships #but they've really grown on me these past couple of weeks #so #yes #gay people real live laugh love lesbian lego #edit oopsies I forgot to put the end bracket

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Issue 5, 5/17/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

This week has shown the Hermitcitizen Hub settling into a rhythm, with an art compilation being created for the lovely ZombieCleo's birthday! Citizens are also encouraged to apply for mod, as more are welcomed! Please check announcements for more details. On to the news!

The Employment Guide to Season 9 and What to Put on Your Resume to Get The Job

By Winter

You may be wondering like I did a few months ago, “How do I get paid? Will I have anything to retire on?” The answer to all your financial questions will be answered by someone who did a little bit of digging to find the answer to the eternal question. So here is a step by step guide on what businesses will pay you.

At Number One we have Az’s bakery. You help her bake, and just generally help out. The one caveat is that you cannot eat the batter. Under no circumstances.

Coming in at Number Two we have Grian. Grian will pay you to work at any one of his many Un-Grianproof areas. You do have to be able to not be afraid of the dark, possibly perishing, and overall weirdness. You will be paid in life insurance and grian orbs.

Coming in at Number Three we have SUS. Scar Unsafe Services will pay you to mess with SSS, SUS pays you in whatever you can find in SSS’s chests. A quote from one of the members reads “We do not claim responsibility for anything that may happen if you choose this payment option”. They also pay in free mob farms.

Coming in at Number Four on the opposite end of the spectrum you have SSS who will pay you handsomely. Yes I repeat, HANDSOMELY to light up very dangerous things. The pay rate will go up depending on the difficulty.

Coming in at Number Five we have The Hermitcraft Recap. As a member of the recap filming team, the recap definitely pays you. You have the ability to live on sight and you are given 3 meals per day. If you are like me and don’t live in the recap housing units, then you get compensated in what you may ask, Health Insurance, and a diamond a month.

Coming in at Number Six we have Beef’s TCG shop. You get paid in TCG cards and learn the skills necessary. That’s pretty much it.

Coming in at Number Seven we have Impulse’s Mega Base. You will not be paid at IBuy. At the mega base you will be paid in the diamonds you dig up. You may also get some cool ores.

Coming in at Number Eight we have Mumbo K(illsalot) Jumbo. As he is the richest hermit you will get paid, in what who knows. You get paid in diamonds, and A LOT of work holidays. Last this writer heard the Mumbo Affiliates went on a BIG biking holiday.

And finally The Overseer. This writer can confirm….

…

THAT YOU DON’T GET PAID.

In all honesty, I have been paid in the experience of a lifetime, and we also get baked goods so pretty nice. You also do get paid in fun times.

Now onto other news below the cut!

Weekly Weather Report

By Virtual

Note: If any of our readers are rich and generous, we ask for assistance in paying Rainy’s ransom. The kidnappers' identity is still unknown, but leaving a pile of diamonds on the doorstep of the Overseer offices may be enough to reach them.

Thursday - STORMS, hail expected between 3 PM and 5 PM (GMT). Helmets are suggested for all those working outdoors.

Friday - PARTLY CLOUDY, 75% chance of Doc messing with Grian and Scar. Citizens near Scarland and Grian’s rocks advised to watch for anvils and charged creepers.

Saturday - CLOUDY, fog expected around Zedaph’s base between 1 AM and 10 AM (GMT). Reduced visibility may obscure ledges, increasing risk of death by fall damage.

Sunday - RAINY, hordes of Drowned expected around Spawn Town. Watch for tridents from every direction.

Monday - SUNNY, high temperatures expected to reach 36 Celsius by 11 AM (GMT). Dry areas at risk of wildfires.

Tuesday - SUNNY, high heat continues. Citizens advised to carry water and watch for signs of heatstroke.

Wednesday - WINDY, elytra flight may become unsustainable at high altitudes.

Additional Notes: Increasingly strange copper structures expected to appear around Grian and Mumbo’s bases throughout the week. Citizens are to continue working around them as normal. Do not attempt to wax the copper.

Astrology Corner

[The Horrorscope Theme - Intro]

WINTER The Overseer Presents The Horrorscope Edition 5 [The Magnus Archives Theme – Intro - Continues]

WINTER Test… Test… Test… 1, 2, 3... Right. (Sounds of Winter clearing her throat) My name is Winter. I work for the Horrorscope, Astral Library, an organizsation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the Paranormal.

I work for the Horrorscope and have been asked by my superiors to record my thoughts on the coming week. I have been working at the Horrorscope for a few weeks and have not got to voice my thoughts so far. As of current we have ten cases still ongoing.

Statement begins.

(Pause)

Our first case is of the star sign Gemini… While searching through the previous weeks records I noticed that star sign was advised to invest in (disgust) Etho Heads. While this may seem merely harmless, it seems foolhardy to invest in something that multiple people already have invested in. While Etho Heads may make great gifts for family members off server, this reporter suggests ridding yourself of these interesting collectables, if anything give a few to the Hermit known by ZombieCleo.

(Pause)

(Sound of Winter taking a breath)

Our second case is of the star sign Cancer. Cancer was suggested previously to fight GeminiTay. The same week an obituary was released of one of the Cancers. A suggestion for the Hermit Citizens under the star sign of cancer is to invest in life insurance.

(Pause)

Our third case is of the star sign Leo. Leo is often associated with the symbolism of a lion and the colour red. According to one record, Leo was described as “Lucky” for this year. I doubt the likelihood of that occurring. To improve the chances of this happening, it is suggested to obtain a lion, and then set it free in a friend's house.

(Pause)

Our fourth case is of the star sign Virgo… Virgo was advised previously to follow a Joe Hills certified beauty tutorial. While this was previously suggested, it is now suggested to spend time away from the entity, and other paranormal beings.

(Pause)

(Sounds of the newsroom, brown noise if you will)

The crew seem up in arms about something, however that is not my business, my business is delivering this to the listener.

(Pause)

Let’s get back to business.

(Sounds of Winter taking a breath in and out)

In the case of Libra it has been written down that they should bring an umbrella with them and open the umbrella up in inconvenient moments. The rest of the suggestion is scribbled out, with some words, which are indistinguishable.

(Sounds of Winter flipping through pages)

(Beat)

For Scorpio it seems as if they are suggested to start pooling diamonds?? together. So sorry for the confusion but I cannot understand for the life of me what is written here.

(Sounds of Winter flipping through even more pages)

For Sagittarius it is suggested that they have-

(sounds of a wet being squelching up beside the recording device)

(Sounds of a thud before the sound of Winter slumping onto the ground)

(Static)

Editor's Note: This transcription was not written by the editor. Due to its disturbing nature, the editor would like to exclude it but it is above her pay grade (the pay grade being nothing at all). Sincerest apologies.

The Birdhouse

By Azure

Citizens may have taken notice of many avian and bird-adjacent persons flocking to a treehouse in the forest near the shopping district. One of our interviewers, Azure, has spoke with some of the avians who often use the birdhouse for more information on this new gathering area.

1. What is your favorite part of the bird house? Z: I'd say its how inviting everyone I've met here so far have been! Budgie: Similarly, I like the closeness of it. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re from, an avian is an avian Raven: Definitely [the living room], it so comfy and I may or may not have not left it in weeks except to necessities due to that

2. Who built it? Z: I don't actually know that one, do you know who built it? Budgie: Well, when I got here, nobody really knew, either. It just kind of… existed. A lot of the accommodations and decorations you see were brought in after we settled. We’ve built crash-landing pads around the entrances, we’ve put ladders for those who can’t fly… I believe we changed some of the glass to stained glass so nobody would run into it. While it doesn’t change how I view the Birdhouse, I would certainly like to know who to thank for this building, it’s provided such a welcoming community Raven: No, not really. It's just kind of always been here.*

3. How did you find the bird house? Z: I just got here recently, and after getting a home set up i just- went looking for some community, and heard there was one for avians. I’m glad i looked into it Budgie: I was on my way home from working when I flew past it, I saw what looked like an avian-based build, so I got curious. I wanted to explore, but I didn’t know others were inside until I stumbled upon them. I believe it was Pen and Nerd I found… Raven: Oh, I was out flying a while back and it caught my eye. I went it to check it out and I haven't really left since than

4. Roughly how many citizens are living there and how big is the Birdhouse? Pen: None of us live here per se, at least I don't think so! We all just come around to hang with each other, this is a space to meet other Avians after all. The birdhouse is quite big, that's for sure, quite accommodating too. Can't tell you the exact amount of avians that come by, the amount varies everyday and I'm personally sure I haven't met them all yet Budgie: I’ve so far met… maybe 10 other avians? I’m not sure how many of us actually live here, but many of us will stay the night on occasion! We have a designated ‘comfort’ area for nests and other sleeping arrangements. Z: I’ve only met about 4 so far, 6 counting these two (referring to Pen and Eagle)

6. Is there anything else you'd like to mention about the Birdhouse? Eagle: Well it’s a very nice community space and we’ve kind of formed a flock here. I won’t name names, but some of us can be very bad at remembering to preen or have never learned how, so a lot of times another avian will offer them help. And the avians here are always welcoming, even if I haven’t quite met all of them yet. Budgie: The Birdhouse is always open— I don’t think there will be a time where anyone would be turned away, We’re a welcoming community. As I’ve said before, an avian is an avian. It doesn’t matter if they’ve got full wings or lost or damaged ‘em, they’ll always be welcome to settle in. Pen: I'd say that the Birdhouse is a great place for everyone, especially the birds, it's... I'd have to admit, it's very nice to have a place filled with others that can understand you, ya know? Still working things out and hopefully more things could be added for the others, like how the stairs are a recent addition for those that are grounded. Can't wait to see how this place grows honestly. Z: I've only really been here a very short while, but from what i've seen and heard from the others here, the birdhouse seems like a sort of safe space, and i'm just really glad i joined here

*Editor's Note: The Birdhouse was designed by Morph and built by Redfeather. Canonically, whoever built the basis of the Birdhouse is not definitively known but many other avians helped make the Birdhouse what it is today. You can find a tour of the Birdhouse here.

Lost and Found

By Virtual

The following items were brought in from across the server this week. As nobody knows who they belong to, they have been categorized as lost. If you recognize any of the following, or would like to report a lost item, do reach out to us at [email protected]*

*not a real email address

Item 1: An iron sword that has rusted up to the hilt, found buried in the desert. The sword was excavated by a citizen collecting sand for a mega project. Despite its poor condition, the sword appeared to have full durability and whistled when swung, as though it was extremely sharp. Tests have shown that the sword is exactly as sharp as it sounds, and it is now being kept safe in a leather scabbard in the Lost and Found office, where it has temporarily become a coat rack. If the sword belongs to you, we hope you are up to date on your tetanus shot before you come collect it.

Item 2: A book with a yellow cover, found in Welsknight’s base. Nearly imperceptible patterns weave their way through the fabric cover of this book. The pattern seems to have no beginning or end, and when we attempted to find one, we found the shapes repeated infinitely, like fractals. This cover appears to have been layered over an older leather binding, which peeked out when the book was opened. The inside cover did contain a bookplate, but the name of the library it came from was too smudged to make out. The book itself contained no words, only a series of impossible mazes that bled over onto each consecutive page, creating a hundred page long infinite spiraling puzzle. If this book belongs to you, perhaps you can show us the solution.

Item 3: An amulet in the shape of a stylized eye, found in the Overseer Offices. The sound of running tape spills from the amulet at a steady volume. When a citizen listened closely, they could hear a voice layered beneath the static. They reported an unmistakable feeling that, whoever this is, they are talking directly to the listener. Their words are faint and unintelligible, but their tone and repetition strikes a sense of urgency. They are trying to tell you something. Can you hear the whisper? Come to the Overseer offices, and listen closely. Maybe you can pass on the message.

Spectating Science: Ravagers and Environmental Behavior in Decked Out

Recorded by Cirrus, the Shoebill

Scientific studies of the Hermit Citizen Hub have been steadily developing over the course of the past month, allowing insight into subjects that have drawn both applied researchers and their fellow citizens towards a dedicated journey of curiosity. These growing developments include but are not limited to observing mob behavior, the radiation of The Perimeter, the transformative effects of The Rift, the fungal nature of the Sculk and its symptoms of infection, the possible existence of The Watchers and their relation to their citizens, and experiments related to the enigmatic Zedvancements.

This edition of Spectating Science focuses on the behavior and care of Ravagers, several of which are heavily integrated into the up-and-coming dungeon crawler game, Decked Out, and features an interview with its highly experienced laboratory technician and beast keeper, Redfeather.

Redfeather, a researcher who specializes in the fields of mob biology, health, and behavior, also keeps watch over a variety of experiments focused specifically on animals and has been working as an applied scientist for two seasons. After several months of assisting other prominent figures with their experiments, Redfeather conducts his own calculated routines of Ravager observation, care, and experimental study.

Ravagers play a vital role in Decked Out, as they are used to increase the game’s difficulty and instill a fearful sense of urgency in its participants. Originally herded by the creator of the dungeon, Tango Tek, these creatures are known to be aggressive towards players and notoriously bloodthirsty, making them a perfect addition to the intended pulse-pumping chases of Decked Out. Despite their brash demeanor, those who are persistent enough to study their instinctual reactions to an ever-changing internal environment have brought an intriguing perspective.

The following interview with Redfeather was recorded on May 12th, at approximately 8:45 AM in The Birdhouse by Cirrus, the Shoebill.

“Good morning, Feather! Have a seat and tell us where your work hails from. How long have you been an applied scientist?”

“Well, I’m just a lab tech, I work odd jobs here and there, mostly taking care of experiments and other captive mobs, feeding them, recording any growth, monitoring health issues, and recording their behavior in studies! I’ve been working as a scientist for two seasons.”

“Please, elaborate on what makes you passionate about your work. Our listeners [and readers] and I are enamored with any enthusiasm.”

“I’m especially passionate about studying mob behavior. For example, the way Ravagers react in a controlled environment is fascinating!”

“Ravagers, such rambunctious creatures. Have you made any particularly notable discoveries about their behavioral changes, perhaps related to their environment, in this case, or their keepers?”

“Well, for example, their varied reactions can depend a lot on different variables! Depending on the keeper, their past experiences, how hungry they are, the space they’re in, temperature, the presence of other Ravagers, they can be wildly different in their levels of aggression! Sometimes they can seem downright cuddly! Of course, you must always still exercise caution with an unpredictable animal. Illagers may ride them, but they are far from tame.”

“Bulls of their own unruly destiny, they’re not to be tamed by those who dismiss their spirited minds. You say they can be quite affectionate, yes? What are the ideal conditions that could bring them into such a state?”

“I’ve yet to arrive at a precise conclusion, however, I can draw a pretty confident line between docility and whether you have food. Also, if they have recently quenched their bloodthirst, they seem to enjoy a bit of ‘celebration’ so to speak. Other Ravagers treat them with more respect for having won the hunt. Also, while not great for their general mood, a Ravager in a smaller space is less likely to attack right away, granting you the opportunity to distract it with food. Thus, why letting them out of the stable right at feeding time is the perfect time to sneak in pets. They also love a good brushing, providing you can get close enough.”

“Bloodlust for Ravagers, it can’t be removed any more easily than a decaying body seven feet into a bog, after all. A sociological development of a hierarchy among these creatures must be more intricate than those of mere slow cows and sheep if respect for victors is considered imperative to their moods. You have an observant instinct about you to notice such previously undiscovered details. Now, you’re also affectionate towards them from a domestic pet standpoint, just a smidge, from what you mention about brushing them. What is it about them that draws you in with such a sensitive approach?”

"Yes, well, I am one of the keepers as well and have taken on the job of making sure their health is well as they live in Decked Out. I have grown fond of them, though they, I think, feel less towards me and are fonder of the food I bring. Nevertheless, they enjoy their pets and brushes at least as much as a picky cat enjoys being pampered. And that prickliness is what draws me in, I suppose. It's lovable in a way to see them go after their prey so enthusiastically!"

“Cats, what an intriguing comparison. Chasing and devouring their prey gives them a common ground with many, I suppose Ravagers included. Being in such a controlled environment as this ‘Decked Out,’ I suspect, requires Ravagers to relearn their instinctual routines to freely roam. Did you and the keepers work to build a Pavlovian response to their controlled living quarters?”

“For right now, I can say that the Pavlovian response is clearly observed when bringing food, however, for their bloodlust, no additional training is needed! They will go after the keepers or testers or developers alike.”

“Listeners [and readers], take note. Feather, have you recorded any developing changes in the behavior of any other mobs?”

“The only other mobs in the dungeon are the Vex, and they are very instinctual, familiar with Ravagers, and are only let out on occasion when the runner is out of time.”

“Decked Out runners, your time is fleeting from the moment you enter, in that case. Now, if you were to attempt to socialize these controlled Ravagers with other mobs, do you think that they could co-exist in that same environment in Decked Out?”

“I believe other mobs would adapt quickly, given they don't have any natural hostilities aside from Villagers and Iron Golems.”

“Excellent for them! How about if they were to live among each other in the wild? Are they too far changed in this environment to readjust to living in the wild, say, if Decked Out does not last forever?”

“I'm unaware of any extant wild Ravagers aside from their cousins, the cows, but given their natural herding instinct, they would likely do just fine on the plains. The future of Decked Out after the game is currently quite uncertain, but I'm certain we could free the Ravagers at the end for some fun."

“The release of these capricious Ravagers will certainly receive quite the fanfare! […] Each and every second of your time in this interview is one I am grateful to have shared with you. Those are all of the questions I have for you at this time, though I have no doubt that another interview will come along your way in the future.”

“Pleasure to have you! Yes, I can't help but invite you back when you please, not for work, but as a fellow avian! This place is both for the community as well as for avians to be themselves. Have a good day!”

Spectating Science would like to thank Redfeather for providing such a detailed perspective on the idiosyncrasies of these bull-like creatures! We invite any applied researchers to bring forth any growing developments that they would like to share in this segment and look for Cirrus, the Shoebill, for an interview about themselves and their work. In addition, tangents and rambles are more than welcome. No discovery is too small, and it is never too late to teach your fellow citizens something new!

[If you would like to be interviewed for Spectating Science, please look for Cirrus’s Citizen I.D. Card in the Discord server and leave a note for them.]

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kindheart525 · 3 months

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What was Snowcone thinking? Trying to repair her friendship with that...that pony! It wouldn't work no matter what she tried, she had just tricked herself into thinking it would. Veuve never understood her. What did she even see in her in the first place?

As Snow sat there cradling her pillow she tried not to cry. She was so upset it felt like her stomach was tied in knots. The more she sat there suffering, kicking her legs, grinding her teeth. The more she began to hate Veuve en Deuil.

She was so angry, she wanted nothing more than to put that pony behind her yet she lived in her head rent-free. Veuve was all she could think about, it ate up almost every waking minute lately. So much that her family was starting to notice.

“Snowy?”

She heard a knock at the door followed by a creaking noise as her mom crept in. She was a bit grateful that she wasn’t barging in to lecture her like she used to, she actually knocked this time. But she still wasn’t in the mood to see anyone.

“I brought you some tea.”

Snow didn’t even look at her as she came in, instead curling around her pillow even tighter and hissing out through her teeth,

“I’d really like it if you waited after knocking instead of letting yourself in!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll remember that next time.”

Twilight apologized genuinely. She was getting better at this. Not great, but better.

“You asked for tea earlier and I finally got around to making it. Your Nana insisted on helping me. It’s green tea, your favorite.”

Snowcone had honestly forgotten she’d asked for tea earlier. So much was going on in her head that she just couldn’t keep track of things like this right now.

“Thanks.”

Was all she could utter out in her current state.

“I also brought a cup for myself in case you want me to stick around, but if not I’ll just pour it to go. I can’t resist, you have good taste.”

Twilight made small talk as she poured two cups of tea, taking a sip out of her own as she finished her sentence.

That kind of small talk was honestly a good distraction from Snow’s agony. It didn’t make her feel any better at all but it drowned out all the terrible thoughts just a little bit. Plus Twilight was actually respecting her boundaries and offering to leave, she appreciated that more than she could bring herself to admit right now.

“You can stay, I guess. You’re already here anyway.”

She mumbled.

“Well if you’re okay with that!”

Twilight couldn’t help but beam at this invitation, it was very begrudging but Snow wasn’t slamming the door in her face for once. This was progress.

Snowcone didn’t see this reaction though, Twilight did her best not to overreact and make it about her.

“We can talk about whatever you’d like. Your favorite books, that movie we saw a couple weeks ago, hay, even the weather. Or we can sit here quietly and just enjoy each other’s company. I know you probably don’t want to talk about...your friend.”

Twilight stopped to avoid saying her name, she didn’t want to set her daughter off.

“I know that’s been on your mind a lot lately. I understand that.”

But Twilight’s best attempts at dancing around the subject didn’t work, a vague mention of Veuve was enough to make Snowcone’s stomach start twisting again.

“She’s NOT my friend! I don’t wanna see or even think about her ever AGAIN!”

Snowcone cried out, her voice choking up as it grew higher and louder.

“Goodness, I knew you weren’t really seeing eye-to-eye but I didn’t know this was how you felt. Sorry I brought it up.”

Twilight rubbed her back in an attempt at comfort but Snowcone only tensed up, though not entirely from her mom’s touch.

“Well don’t be Mom! Because I’m over her! I really am!”

Snow insisted, trying to convince herself more than anything.

“I don’t even know why I was friends with her in the first place! She’s just a stuck up little bitch who doesn’t know the world beyond her stupid crystal castle! Everything I say or do embarrasses her because she’s just too perfect!”

She spit out in a mocking tone, punctuating her rant by shoving her face into her pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

“It...sure doesn’t sound like you’re over her. Not too long ago you had nothing but good things to say about her. You went on and on about how much she made you laugh, how much fun you had with her. Now you have nothing but bad things to say. How did that happen?”

The lump in Snow’s throat formed again as Twilight reminded her of all the good times she had with Veuve...she really did miss that.

Wait, no she didn’t. That filly humiliated her. Multiple times! No amount of good times could change that. If anything, it made Veuve nothing but a conniving bitch, lulling her into a sense of trust just to shatter it.

“I was just too blind to see how awful she is. But now I know better and I’m dodging a bullet.”

“Well it sounds to me like she did a few bad things and you’re letting it taint your entire view of her.”

Twilight spoke frankly, albeit completely missing the point that this wasn’t a conscious choice on Snowcone’s part. She wasn’t “letting” anything happen. But she couldn’t see that as she started to get into one of her old lectures.

“My friends have done plenty of things to hurt me and each other. If we let that change our view of each other, we would have broken apart long ago. We always talk things out and acknowledge that we’re ponies who make mistakes, but that doesn’t make us bad.”

She hopped off her metaphorical soapbox before she could get too preachy about friendship.

“I won’t tell you what to do with Vee, though. You’re your own pony and you can make your own choices.”

This did little to make Snow less annoyed, however. She always hated when her mom got like this. Once again she wasn’t getting it, she never truly did.

Trying her best not to lash out at her, she sucked in a breath through her teeth and put up a boundary.

“Thanks for the friendship lesson Mom. Totally helpful. Now I’d like to be alone, please.”

“Alright, Snowy. It was nice spending some time with you. I’ll leave you to it.”

Twilight was a bit hurt by Snowcone’s sarcastic, biting tone, but she tried not to let it show as she poured herself a fresh cup of tea and made her way out.

As she left, Snowcone went back to wallowing in her hurt and hatred, desperately refusing to admit that maybe her mom was a little bit right.

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Previous: Broken Cycle Next: Circus Act

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adamshallperish · 9 months

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my rating of supernatural season 1

1 - pilot

this is a damn good pilot. i will be so real. it does a great job of drawing you immediately into the story, giving you a lay of the land of the characters and their dynamics, and sets up not only the greater premise of the show but the monster of the week formula. the chemistry between ackles and padalecki is pretty instantaneous and it's nice to see a show with two leads able to carry it on their charisma alone. fortunately, there's also a lot more left to offer. whoever the person was who wrote the first wincest fic like two hours after this aired, i get it. 7/10

2 - w*nd*g*

not saying the title because i belong to the school of i don't want to fuck around and find out. this episode was alright, as someone from colorado one of the most common demographics of people who come here are "dumbass hikers" so i appreciate the nod to our culture. other than that, it was pretty unremarkable. 4/10

3 - dead in the water

this one was pretty solid! it gave the boys a pretty good mystery to solve and it sets a dark tone for the rest of the series. the theme of self sacrifice is also set up well here. drowning is also just like. a pretty gnarly way to die. 5/10

4 - phantom traveler

i found the demon in this one to be pretty cool, but if i'm completely honest i don't necessarily care for the episodes that break the impala motel fucked up town setting dynamic. i also just don't care a lot for this kind of plane horror. you can see that plane hijjacking is a trope kripke enjoys, however, as he uses it again in the boys. 4/10

5 - bloody mary

this one genuinely fucked me up, and it sets up the fact that sam has been receiving visions really subtly and effectively, given how they tend to play out more in episodes more explicitly devoted to the demon the winchesters are hunting. also bloody mary always scared the shit of me out as a kid so i adamantly refused to say it. 8/10

6 - skin

this is the kind of body horror i personally really enjoy, and it was also crazy seeing some of the greater repercussions the boy's lifestyles has on their lives. at least it'll be a legal nightmare if dean gets caught doing credit card fraud because, thanks to this episode, he is legally dead. also the fact that the shapeshifter turns into people's romantic partners but for the brothers it tempts them with... each other? normal show about a normal brotherly relationship. 8/10

7 - hook man

any horror that involves faith i am immediately behind. this will be a theme throughout this summary. i found the idea that the monster was manifested by lori's own repressions to be especially compelling, and done really well. the idea that our own repressions can inadvertently cause harm to others around us if we don't sit and take time to work through them is fantastic. lori was also my favorite quasi-love interest for sam this season. sue me. i thought they were cute. 7/10

8 - bugs

we have our first instance of the "sam and dean trigger so many fag alarms it overrides the normal amount of homophobia any rural midwesterner feels at any given moment in time". sam and dean are better than me because i would have for real left the people building a housing development on old sacred american indian land and let them die. other than that development, the final battle with the bugs was a bit anticlimatic. points for dean slapping sam's ass. what. 4/10

9 - home

missouri mosely i am letting you know that i am free this wednesday and would be maybe willing to get a coffee or another delicacy this week on wednsday when i am free. for real though, i really liked missouri's character, and it's a pity she gets relegated to a magical negro stereotype, as this show doesn't tend to have a great track record with its female characters. however, she was probably one of my favorite side characters this season and i stand by her and would love to learn more about her. other than that, loved this episode. sammy's psychic abilities reappearing, dean reconfronting his childhood trauma, mary winchester sacrificing herself for her boys in a way that just sucked the soul out of my body, JOHN WINCHESTER????? definitely one of the seasonal highlights. 9/10

20 - asylum

i hate the haunted asylum trope and this didn't subvert it enough to make this worth it. it gets points for the john winchester phone call event and sam being forced to sit through a therapy session and talk about his relationship to his brother offscreen. 3/10 [edit: came back to this one and i think i'm gonna bump it up to a 5/10 because some truly unhinged samdean shit happens in this, and every time i see a gifset from it i'm immediately like oh right They Did That. insane.]

11 - scarecrow

Codependency Thee Episode. besides a genuinely good evil force (i love small town/suburban white people trying to deal with forces beyond their control it's so funny like what are the hoa and pta meetings like), it does a good job letting there be conflict between the brothers and show how they are really better together. also sets up meg as an antagonist, and she serves. 6/10

12 - faith

oh this episode had Everything. sam and dean being typically codependent with the fear that dean's gonna die? tent revival preacher whose abilities actually come from a dark force? critique of american evangelicalism? surprisingly nuanced discussion of how faith in and of itself is not evil and how we all make concessions in our personal beliefs to care for the others around us? the absolute batshit revelation that sam is just like. unfazed if people die if he can save the life for his brother? don't fear the reaper needle drop? it has it all. what can i say. 10/10

13 - route 666

overall not a bad episode, the handling of race felt a bit superficial and on the nose, but america's legacy does lead to the racist-ass ghost being a pretty fun thing to destroy. preyed on my fear of big trucks. dean is a romantic sap. 5/10

14 - nightmare

THIS EPISODE IS MY REASON FOR EVERYTHING. FUCK. THIS IS PEAK EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT THIS SHOW. max damn near broke my heart, and it was incredible seeing not only more of sam's abilities but also his empathy. you can really tell he doesn't know what would have happened to him if he hadn't had the family he does have. this episode completely ripped my heart out. 10/10

15 - the benders

everyone told me this was a great episode and i'm so grateful for my friends pals and mutuals who would never lie to me. i had the best time. i like the care this episode had, given that the show primarily focused on supernatural forces, to do a classic case of the "humans are oftentimes more evil than spirits and creatures from beyond our wildest imagination". it's one of my favorite tropes, and it was used so well here. the aesthetics of the show as well felt like the texas chainsaw massacre mixed with duck dynasty, which is an unexpectedly brilliant combo. 10/10

16 - shadow

getting to see the john/sam/dean dynamic is so fascinating but honestly this episode gives me hives just thinking about it. 5/10

17 - hell house

this episode didn't stick the landing for me as much as it could have, despite the concept of enough people believing in a haunting that they manifest it (and the internet exacerbating that) being really fucking good. i will give it some grace, i think it's good to have an episode that allows some levity in the show and in the brothers' relationship. 4/10

18 - something wicked

i'm sorry the boys as kids make me feel like really ontologically sick and miserable. it was really cool getting a deeper glimpse into dean and his intrinsic sense of responsibility for sam, as well as his clear empathy for kids that is often a lot less evident than sam's. dean winchester i love you, i just can't think about you as a baby or it will make me cry. 8/10

19 - provenance

i'm sorry, i really didn't care for this episode. most we got out of it was seeing why sam was hesitant to open himself up to new love after jess and dean's vested interest into getting his brother laid. which. uh. i will say the little ghost girl in her sweeney todd era served cunt. 3/10

20 - dead man's blood

can't believe true blood came out after this episode and not before. i like episodes that take place in colorado for personal reasons, but it was also so fun to see the boys take on some vampires, who have some pretty fun mechanics. this episode also introduces us to the series mcguffin, and i just have to say i think it's pretty funny how the boys get the colt and immediately like use all the magic bullets in one go. it's the opposite energy of when i get a cool item in a video game and hold onto it the whole time, even in occasions where i'm supposed to use it, because i'm scared i might need it later. 9/10

21 - salvation

feels unfair to rank this episode and devil's trap separately. all i will say is i got jumpscared by kansas because i wasn't expecting the wayward son to carry on until the next episode. 10/10

22 - devil's trap

eric kripke what the fuck. i can't even articulate my thoughts on this. i hate this show and everyone involved in it. 10/10

#onto season two #ugh #fuck #spn #spn liveblog #supernatural season review #mine #spn season 1

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lorna-d-m · 1 year

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Get Your Sea Legs

Word Count: 1764

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Drinking, explicit sex

Author's Note: sorry this took so long! This was a piece I worked on slowly, bit by bit, and I'm excited that it is finally finished. I'm trying to focus on my mountain of one-shot ideas, so if you have any requests or ideas, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

Mary stumbled and staggered on the sand. After weeks at sea, moving with the waves rather than against them, still land was unfamiliar. White sand spilled and squished under her feet, and she swayed. Helmut grabbed her arm and leaned in close.

“I must have my sea legs,” she quipped. “It seems I cannot stand on land.”

His hold on her arm was firm, and his voice was low. “Sternchen, you have not experienced anything yet. Wait until tonight.” Helmut’s playful eyes sought hers, and she grasped his meaning.

Mary purred. “I look forward to it, Captain.”

After a night of rowdy celebrations, Helmut insisted upon carrying Mary to their bed. Cheers and jeers drowned out her protest, but when he held her in his arms she had nothing more to say. Her lips pressed to his, tasting a touch of the rum he drank in revelry, and she craved more. Helmut tossed her on their bed, and the old wood creaked.

He knelt in front of her and spread her legs. Mary held her skirts up while Helmut pulled her undergarments down. He ceased kissing down her leg to ask a question; however, his hands did not stop stroking up and down her calf. “You wished to be unable to feel your legs?” She found it difficult to think when he touched her like so.

“Was that my wish?” Mary arched an eyebrow at her husband. “I seem to recall feeling unsteady but not numb.”

Helmut chuckled, and his dark eyes glinted in the candlelight. Mary couldn’t tell where his pupils ended, so dark were his eyes with a blend of admiration and mischief. “When I am finished with you, your legs will feel so unsteady,” he pinched her then, “you will be unable to leave this bed.”

“And you intend to accomplish this feat?” Mary crossed her left ankle over her right, and Helmut promptly switched his attention to her other leg.

“I promise,” he pressed a kiss to her knee, “and you know I do not break my promises.” Helmut’s kisses trailed up her leg, and Mary lay back on the pillows.

Mary struggled to sound nonchalant. “And, how do you propose to keep your promise?” Helmut smirked, and Mary knew he was up to no good. She stifled a gasp as he pressed his mouth to her thigh, determined to leave a dark mark in his favorite color.

“Oh, I don’t know, Sternchen,” his fingers traced up and down her thigh. He met her eye and rasped, “I was thinking I would fuck you until your legs tremble and shake like a flag in the wind.” Helmut’s lips returned to her leg, and as she writhed underneath him he held her hip in place with one hand. His other hand traced her slit, teasing her with the lightest of touches. “Would you like me to do that?”

“Please…” She arched her back for him. Helmut had never been so forward or direct with his desires, he regarded her carefully and delicately, and she yearned to see a more forceful side to him.

Helmut greedily licked her slit, preferring the taste of her to any wine or rum. He lapped at her clit, his actions slow and thoughtful, and the fingers of his right hand dug into her hip. When her fingers tangled in his hair and her breathing grew uneven, Helmut replaced his tongue with his thumb. He pressed his tongue inside her, and Mary bit her lip to muffle a squeal. There were other cabins nearby, not to mention the crew above and below deck.

His cheeks were wet with her, and they glistened in the candlelight. “Don’t silence yourself,” he insisted, “I love to hear you.”

A shiver ran down Mary’s spine, and she became lost in Helmut’s eyes. He could be so persuasive. “What about the crew? Won’t they hear?”

“So?” Helmut pressed his lips to her thigh, sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, and his fervid eyes never left hers. “Let them hear. Let them hear how you beg and scream for me.”

Mary nodded, so quickly she was sure her hair would mat on the pillow, and she moaned openly when Helmut replaced his tongue with two of his dexterous fingers. She rut on his hand, desperate for more. Helmut licked up and down her slit to hear her whine again.

“Beautiful, sternchen, beautiful.”

One of her hands gripped the white sheets, and the other tangled in his sun-lightened hair. Mary felt like a ship cresting on storm-whipped waves, and her hold on Helmut’s hair was her anchor. She cursed, babbled, and cried out her husband’s name. He moaned his assent against her, and he kept his movements steady as she tensed and writhed through her peak. It was only when she twitched from over-sensitivity and playfully smacked the side of his head that he stopped and pulled his fingers from her.

“Oh…” he ticked his tongue at the spent sight of her. He appreciated the way her breasts moved as she panted and the dazed look in her eye. Helmut took her jaw in his hand so he could kiss her, and she could taste herself on his tongue. He rasped in her ear, “And to think, I have barely started to toy with you.”

Mary felt his cock through his pants, pressing against her as his hips ground against hers. He groaned, revealing his passion and desperation. She could see a question marked by the arch of his eyebrow. Is this too much? “Please, by all means, continue,” she entreated. Helmut responded by mouthing hot kisses along her jaw and nipping the pulse point of her neck.

Her hands roamed his body; stroking along his back and neck, fingers running through the exposed hair of his chest, and fumbling with his belt buckle. Helmut understood, so he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side while Mary unbuckled his belt. He shifted his hips, grinding his cock against her wetness before aligning himself. Helmut kissed her as he pushed his hips forward, and he swallowed her gasp and whine. The stretch of him was familiar but no less exhilarating. Instinctively, Mary bucked forward to adjust his angle, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulder. She muttered a curse under her breath — one learned from him — he noted with pride.

One of Helmut’s hands gripped the bed frame while the other cupped her breast. Pressed chest to chest, they fell into a pattern fiercer than any she knew. He watched her face looking for any sign of pain or displeasure. Mary smiled and nodded her assent, too breathless for words, and placed her hand over his.

Helmut squeezed her hand and smirked. “You are close again, aren’t you?” He recognized her tells and committed them to memory. Her legs shook where they wrapped around his waist, and her breathing became irregular. Helmut kissed her again, hurried and hungry. “You sounded so alluring when you came before, like a seducing siren’s song. Let me hear it again.” He unclasped his hand from hers and used it to rub her clit.

Mary shivered and gasped as she sang his name. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Helmut continued fucking her like waves washing upon the shore. “Please, come inside me Hel, please,” she whimpered, clinging to him.

He chuckled when she continued to rock back against him, meeting his thrusts and panting. Her eyes glazed over with lust, and she moved out of instinct rather than thought.

“Of course, Sternchen, of course.” Helmut choked on a groan and buried his face in her neck when he came. He gave a few more thrusts as the last of his warm seed spilled inside her. Her walls fluttered and flexed around him despite her exhaustion, and he muttered praises in his native tongue. Mary stroked his chest, admiring the hair and freckles there, as he came down from his high. When he moved to pull out, she mewled and held him close by his gold chain necklace.

“You want me to stay?” He took her breast in his hand and pinched her nipple. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Mary beamed. “If I am greedy, then who spoiled me?”

“A salient point,” he conceded, “something must be done with you. Shall you walk the plank or should I keelhaul you?”

“I think-” Mary could not finish her sentence as Helmut quickly and with no forewarning pulled his cock from her and replaced it with his fingers. His tongue pressed to her clit, admiring the tender nub, and his other hand pinned her hips in place.

“Is this to be my punishment?” Mary huffed a laugh. “Coming again on your silver tongue? Woe is me!”

He fucked her hard on his fingers, ignoring or perhaps choosing to capitalize on her sensitivity. Her thigh twitched and her fingers tangled in his hair again. Helmut did not ease up despite her soft, pleading whines, begging for mercy. All it took to push her over the edge were Helmut’s dark eyes locking with hers as he licked his come from her slick. Overwhelmed, Mary closed her thighs around him. Helmut did not mind. When she released him, he claimed her open mouth with his like he would an enemy ship.

Helmut drew back to meet her eyes with a smug smile. Mary giggled, unable to form any coherent thoughts. Helmut chuckled and lay down next to her, his hand resting above their hands and tangling in her hair.

“I confess,” he drawled, wrapping her hair around his finger, “I feared that would be too much for you.”

“It was perfect,” she assured him, “but I don’t think I will be able to walk or stand for quite some time.” Mary gestured to her legs, limp and spread above the sheets.

He teased her. “My plan worked. I suppose I shall have to keep you here, too weak to leave our bed.” Helmut let go of her hair and left their bed. He dunked a washcloth in a water basin to clean her.

“I’m surprised there’s anything left. You are so fastidious with your tongue…”

His cheeks and chest were still flushed red, and they darkened with her praise. He lay beside her again, taking care to fix the sheets and ensure Mary was comfortable. She kissed him on the cheek to show her appreciation and devotion when words failed. Helmut returned the kiss, and he was proud to say she understood all meanings of the words “sea legs”.

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trishacollins · 2 years

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On The Shore’s of Time Pt. 2

The pages of his journal remain blank. He starts writing several times, but nothing sticks. Nothing works in his mind.

Then the journal is stolen with the rest of his things, a knife in his side that heals, of course. But he had nothing left to him. From riches to rags, and then barely those. The hunger that gnaws at him is ever growing, a persistent ache that even his body cannot heal him away from. He nearly misses their date - it's luck or something a little bit like magic that lets him see his Stranger as he heads into the inn, some knowing that sneaks over him and swallows him whole.

Andromache is not so lucky. They return to the town a week after his stranger has been and gone again. Nicoli finds him in the streets, forces him to bathe, provides him with a change of clothes while he disposes of the rags. Andromache is nearly glowing with her rage, a fury that suffuses her entire being while she paces. He tracks her with his eyes, curled around the bowl of stew that Yusuf has insisted he eat slowly - re-feeding is a process, he tells him, and starvation's cure has its own ills. Not that doing so would kill them. But there were times living was its own discomfort. Starving had not killed him, after all. "He said nothing of us?" She was looping back around to her questions. He sighed, wanting to soak up the warmth through his palms, to curl up in the bed and rest his head. But she would not be satisfied with a single recounting. "I did not press him when he declined to answer, Andromache." He said softly. "I feared he would leave if I challenged him." She made a sound in the back of her throat, raking her hands through her hair, meeting the wall and spinning around again. "He said nothing of you. Only inclined his head when I asked if he knew. He was more curious as to my tale, Andromache. He wanted to know why I wished to cling to this life." He said, lifting a single mouthful of the soup to his mouth, to Yusuf's approval. "But they only ask you." She snapped. "Never us." He thinks back to his stranger, asking him with the odd smile if he truly wishes to never die. He knows none of the rest have such a moment, a teasing challenge.

He is also no more sure what his stranger wishes of him. It is clearly not greatness. He was given more attention from his stranger for his suffering than he had for his successes. "He asked if I would travel with you." He offers, finally, thinking. "And you said?"

"That I felt myself pulled elsewhere. He seemed satisfied with that." He shrugged. "He also asked my thoughts of drowning, and I told him the three times I had encountered that fate were all wretched." He flicks his gaze to Andromache, questioning - but for all that she presses him, she will give no answers. She swore, stopping at the wall and gazing at a knot in the wood. He thinks, were his stranger here, he might simply burst into flames. "He gave me nothing, just as the times before. We will meet again in a hundred years." She gave him a look, then. "If you think -"

"I am no prisoner, Andromache. Whatever he means for me, he clearly means for it to be a singular experience." He tipped his bowl back, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. "I do not wish to make an enemy of you, Andromache, it sounds taxing." Yusuf chuckled, and Nicoli smiled faintly. "Let him rest, Andromache. He clearly needs it. Perhaps sleeping will wrest something free from his memory?" Yusuf suggested. "You'll get nothing more from him tonight."

She still looked furious, though he could not be sure it was directed at him. "Fine. Rest. We will discuss it again in the morning."

He expects, that night to dream of his Stranger. He often does in the days after their visits. Dreams of conversations they might have had, dreams of the stranger looking through his journals. But he does dream of a journal, his. Mud stained and creased, ruined. The only words on the page that he can read are writ in his own hand 'that which once was loved can never be wholly forgotten.'

But then his Eleanor is calling him away, voice soft and he is standing in their chambers, the sun haloing around her features, washing them away to make up for the fact that he can no longer quite remember how she looked. "Look at him, Robert. Isn't he perfect?" She whispers, voice too soft to wake their son.

Robyn is made small in her arms, swaddled tight against the spring chill, features perfect. Dark curls and tiny fingers. "Our Orpheus." He takes the fragile bundle from her arms, crooning over the babe.

"He's perfect in every way, love. Perfect in every way." There is pride in it, of course, that he has a son. But it is overwhelmed by a love so deep he feels he might set the world on fire just to protect this babe in his arms.

"Won't you help me? Please?" He looks up, and the boy is there, face twisted in tragedy. "Please, father."

"Anything." The babe is gone from his arms. "Anything. Please, tell me." But the youth looks away from him, turns away entirely. Gone. He rises to follow, to give chase, to promise his aid. "Com-"

"You left this one blank." Eleanor's voice says behind him. Only, he knows it is not his Eleanor behind him. She's holding his book, his journal, looking at him down her nose. She's drowning, drowning, again and again. She's holding his book in her hand and looking at him as she comes back and dies and dies again. He reaches for it, and tumbles free of the bed.

Yusuf is there, and then Nicoli a moment later, helping him up. "No." He moans, rocking, confused. "Nightmare, my friend. It's alright, you are safe." Yusuf's voice coaxes. "I have to help him. He *needs* me." But the rest is lost to nonsense. In the waking world, it becomes a muddle of confused impressions and nothing more. He lets Yusuf sooth him, lets himself be plied with tea and a warm blanket to at least rest his bones near the fire. The sleep that follows is entirely dreamless.

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agorejessstone · 2 years

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Mystic Messenger: Zen One Shot

WARNING: Spoilers for the game, in bits and pieces.

CONTENT WARNING: Adult content 16+ (NSFW and LANGUAGE)

It had been several weeks since Zen made the media announcement, telling the world that he was in a relationship with you. While things within the media have died down a bit, especially with Jumin’s help, rumors still float around every now and again. The most frustrating of all, at least to Zen, is that you aren’t really his partner, but someone hired to help him remove himself from a rather scandalous situation.

Having been with Zen only moments before HER arrival, nearly begging him to take you right there under the moonlight, you knew better than to believe her lies. He’d denied you, wouldn’t even let you stay the night with him. He’s just that much of a gentleman. Now you’re supposed to believe that he assaulted Echo Girl? That she didn’t show up at his place in the middle of the night for exactly that reason?

You knew she was embarrassed, but that didn’t make it right. Not even close. She’d been famous for some time, for her music, but her personality didn’t do her any favors. That much was clear.

Having buried the hatchet as deep as they could, Jumin and Zen were hard at work together on their cat food commercial. Jumin had kept his promise and was working with Zen’s cat fur allergy the best he could. Most of the commercial was shot without Elizabeth the 3rd present. Most of it. The rest was a sneezing, snotty mess, but because Zen is damn near perfect at his job, impressively so, he managed to get the take in one.

You watch from the sidelines, trying desperately not to fall over laughing as he nearly runs out of the room for the nearest bathroom. Clambering past equipment and their wielders, he stumbles out of the stage door, and down the hall. Clumsily, at best, as his eyes are nearly swollen shut.

You make your way from your hiding spot and follow him to just outside of the restroom door. You knock once, but a loud series of sneezes drowns out your attempt to garner his attention.

“Honey, are you alright?” You crack the door and call in after him.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m fine babe! Don’t AHHHHACHO!” you hear him frantically ripping paper towels from the dispenser, “I’m fine! I don’t want you to see me like this!”

You stifle a laugh against the back of your hand, “I’m sure you look beautiful even now. Please, let me help you?” You rummage through your bag for your emergency supply of medication and tissue.

The door swings open only a crack. His back is turned to you, his silver ponytail hanging down the middle of his back. You move past him, locking the door in place behind you.

“Here take this.” You offer him a few allergy pills, a small container of vitamin c in the form of orange juice, and a small packet of tissues, “That public restroom paper can’t feel great on your nose.”

He takes them willingly, swallowing the pill and drinking the orange juice in one go. Still facing as far away as the small space will allow, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror, he takes the tissues and tears them open.

“Actual, trust fund kid stocked this restroom with extra soft paper so that I would be comfortable. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s considerate.”

You chuckle slightly, “Of course he is! He’s always been considerate; you were just too stubborn to see it.”

A gagged wine comes from his lips, “Nonoo. He’s not more considerate than I am, right?” He pouts, finally turning to face you.

His face is swollen, puffy under his eyes, pushing them nearly closed. Snot crusts around his nose and lips. Most of the leaking seems to have stopped, but you must admit; that this is the first time Zen has failed at being attractive.

You wipe at his face with a tissue, smiling as he pouts, waiting for your reply.

“Would I be in a men’s restroom, wiping snot from Jumin’s face?” You shake your head with a small laugh.

“I don’t know?” His lip droops even further.

You brush the hair away from his face, checking your work. Now snot free, the swelling seems to be decreasing rather rapidly.

“I might, to be honest.” You smirk at him, “I’m just a nice person, though. I wouldn’t do this to Jumin.”

You lean in, carefully pressing your lips to his. You hold them in place for a beat, waiting for him to respond. His lips don’t move the way you want, rather, but away.

“How could you kiss me like this?!” He nearly stubbles backward into the standing sink at his back.

“I could kiss you if you were covered in slime!” You toss the reminents of your rescue mission in the trash, offering him your hand, “Come. Lets get back to your dressing room.”

He takes your hand, kissing the back of it quickly, “I’d love to follow you, but you know I can’t be seen with you in public.”

You frown. You’d forgotten entirely. After the scandal, Zen caught the attention of a management company. So far, they’d booked him on several TV shows, including one next year that features none other than Echo Girl herself. You weren’t sure what the deal was with that one, but you were grateful that his career was finally taking off. As hard as this man worked, he deserved every opportunity. Every spotlight should be pointed directly at him and no one else.

To do just that, he’d signed a contract with them quickly, and that was effective today. He’d only have to finish Jumin’s shoot. After that, it was in full effect. Part of the contract was to make himself look accessible to fans. He didn’t have to confirm he was single, he just had to be as vague as possible when it came to questions about his love life. Which meant, you couldn’t be seen together in public. At least not yet.

You frown as he holds your hand near his lips. Delivering several more kisses before he lets it fall away, he brushes your cheek, letting his palm rest against it.

“I don’t want you to go either, my love, but it’s in the contract.”

“I know. I know.” Your frown deepens as you look at your feet, kicking the grout between the tile to distract yourself.

“Hey, don’t make that face. I hate it when you make that face.” He lifts your chin, pecking your lips quickly. “I promise I’ll be right behind you, okay? I won’t be home too late, and we can spend all the time together then, okay?” He peppers your face with small kisses.

“Okay.” You try to force a smile, but it feels wrong.

“Don’t do that either! God! What did I sign that stupid contract!” He slams a fist into the wall at his side.

Zen was a strange one. His temperament with you was calm, cool, and collected. He was funny, flirty, and fun almost all the time. Even when he had his serious moments, you found him utterly adorable.

There was another side to Zen, however, that could be a bit frightening. He’d never hurt you, of course, but when he wasn’t fond of something, you heard about it. When he was angry about something, you knew. He was passionate, that was the best way to phrase it, about very few things, but you were one of those things. It didn’t take much for him to fly into a fit of rage, but not the kind that made you cower. The kind that made you want to bare yourself, body, and soul to him, for the rest of your life.

He wanted to protect you. Most importantly, he wanted to protect your happiness. Sure, he’d go to bat for you in a physical way, if the situation called for it. After all, he had punched that hacker right in the face to help you escape the apartment. You were still impressed by his skills. He’d have practiced that for a role at some point, no doubt. He’d protect your body without a second thought, but what he really wanted to protect, was your heart.

With a quick kiss goodbye, you sneak out of the bathroom and make your way down the hall without Zen. You find Jumin’s office, and rap on the door quietly. His voice is flat, commanding, as he asks you to come in. You push the door open shyly, announcing your presence.

“Jumin.”

“Oh, it’s you.” He briefly looks up from the documents he’s reviewing, “Come have a seat. How was the shoot?”

You slip into a very expensive leather armchair facing his desk. Jumin is flawless, in just about every sense of the word. His cold demeanor is just for show. Beneath it all, he’s just as kind and caring as anyone else in the group, maybe even more so. For a second, you let your mind wander over his perfectly matched suit and tie.

“It was okay.” You swallow thickly, realizing you’d been checking him out, “I appreciate what you did for Zen. I just wanted to thank you for being so accommodating during the shoot.”

“No need to thank me. It was all in the contract.”

“Jumin.” You move to correct him, but he waves it away.

“It was nothing. Why aren’t you with him?” He sets the pen his father gave him into its holder, folding his hands in front of his face. His full attention lands on you, and it feels rather heavy.

“He’s not aloud to be seen with me in public.”

“Since when?”

“Since he finished the commercial shoot.”

“What does my commercial have to do with his ability to accompany you in public?”

“It’s not your commercial, Jumin. It’s this contract he signed with the new agency.”

“What contract would prohibit a man from seeing his lover?” His eyes narrow dangerously.

“Its not that he cannot see me, Jumin. He simply must appear available in the public eye. In other words, his looks are part of his brand, and he needs to be able to sell them to other women. I would be in the way of that.”

“According to the new company.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Why couldn’t he have just signed with me?”

“I don’t know Jumin. I think, he just wants to earn opportunities, instead of being handed them.”

“I’m not handing him anything.”

“I know that, but you must see how the opportunities would feel different, do you not?” You chew your lip.

“I suppose I see your point. Never the less, I would not sign such a contract.”

“Why not? It was a very lucrative contract.”

“Because I can see how hurt you are right now, and if it’s bothering me this much,” He pauses rubbing his face with his hands.

“Jumin?”

“It’s nothing. Should I have a driver take you back?”

“Sure.” You accept, moving towards the door, “Thanks again, Jumin. I mean it. You’ve helped us with a lot more than just this commercial.”

“No need.” He picks up his phone and dials Jaehee, “Can you arrange a car. Yes, to Zen’s. Thank you.” With a click, he sets the received back in the cradle.

You give him a brief smile as you start to close the door behind you, “Oh, Elizabeth is beautiful by the way.” You hear him mumble something as you let the door fall shut with a click.

As handsome as Jumin is, you cannot look his way. Only one man has your heart, and that’s Zen. All the guys in the group were attractive. You’d have given any of them the time of day, had Zen not immediately felt so drawn to you, and you him.

You ride back to the house in silence, glancing at your phone every so often, waiting for him to text. He has several producers and cast meetings to attend, but he’d promised he’d not be out late. You’re hoping he’ll keep that promise.

When you arrive home, you make yourself a quick meal and crawl onto the sofa, draping one of Zen’s hoodies over your body. It smells like him. As you mindlessly scroll on your phone, the TV playing softly in the background, the sun begins to set. Before long, your eyes are heavy, and you are finding it difficult to stay awake.

You awake to find someone’s arms cradling you, jostling you awake. Your eyes open slowly, and you realize you’re being carried.

“Zen?” You croak, mouth dry from falling asleep.

“Yes, princess?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s late. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t keep my promise.”

You’re sad but too tired to argue. “Okay.”

“You’re upset.” She lays you carefully on the bed, kneeling beside you. “I had a good reason, but we can talk about it later. You must be exhausted.”

You reach up and cup his face, searching his eyes for something. “Tell me now, or I won’t be able to sleep. Where were you?”

“Well, I thought about the contract, and I hadn’t signed the thing just yet. I was supposed to as soon as I left Jumin’s office, but…”

“But?” You wait for him to continue.

“Well, Jumin stopped me. Please don’t be mad.”

You eye him warily, “Why would I be mad?”

“Well,” He takes a deep breath, reaching for your hand, taking it in his. “Jumin told me you stopped by his office. Well, he showed me rather.”

“Showed you?”

“He has the most impressive cameras in his office. I wonder if Seven set that up for him. Anyway, that’s not the point. When I saw how sad you were, over this contract, and how you stood up for me anyway, I just couldn’t go through with it.”

“But Zen, what does that mean for those offers you received?”

“I had Jumin’s legal team go over them for me. The contracts I signed for the movies are still valid, but since I hadn’t signed with the management agency yet… “

“Wait, can they sue you or something.” You push up on your elbows, worried.

“No, no! Jumin thought of everything. He took care of it all.”

“Oh.” You settle back into the bed, “So why does this mean you were out late?”

“Well, I had to attend those producer meetings, but because I decided not to sign with the agency, I needed someone else to represent me.”

“Jumin.” You yawn into your palm.

“Yes. I hope I don’t regret it.”

You chuckle, “You’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll be best friends in no time.”

“Never.” He pouts as he stands, dressing down to his boxers and undershirt. “Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? I’m beat, and the couch sounds horrible right about now.”

You smile up at him. You’ve been staying there for a while, but he always insisted on sleeping on the couch. What’s changed? Has anything changed at all or is he genuinely tired? Suddenly, you feel excited.

He’d given up a lot, or changed a lot of things in his life, just to see you smile, and now you get to fall asleep in his arms for the first time. You’ve kissed, of course, but nothing more than that. You’re a bit nervous to share a bed with him, but not overly so.

You give him a slight nod, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks as he turns off the light. The blankets ruffle as he crawls beneath them. You roll over to face him, wrapping your arm around his neck. He stiffens under your touch.

“What?” You ask warily.

“No.. nothing.”

You scoot closer to him, still stiff as a board. “Is this okay?”

“Anything’s okay with me, but remember, I am a man.”

You smile to yourself in the darkness, “So if I were to do this,” You press yourself against him, kissing his neck quickly, “Would that be okay?”

You hear him groan quietly, “Uh-huh.”

You let your hands travel over his stomach, trailing their way to his thighs, playfully tracing circles throughout. You hear him whimper, swallowing thickly, as he rolls over to face you, pulling you against him tightly.

“Zen?”

“If you don’t stop…”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he rolls himself on top of you, pressing his lips against yours with a fever you’ve never experienced before. You kiss him back as his tongue teases your lips, parting them gently. You welcome him inside, chasing it with your own. Carefully, you card your hands through his hair, undoing the tie that holds it.

His beautiful silver locks rain down on you, their scent overwhelming. It delights your senses as you bury your face in his neck, pulling the skin between your teeth.

You hear him growl against the top of your head as you continue down towards his collarbone, nipping and kissing as you go. You help each other out of your clothes, and for a moment, he simply looks you over, staring at every part of you in wonder.

“You are so beautiful I could just…” He makes a sound like a bear and buries his face in your neck, peppering every inch of your body with sweet, gentle kisses.

The sounds that escape you sound almost as if they came from someone else. So natural you barely know you’re making them, they arouse him further. You can feel him against your thigh, asking for permission.

“Zen?” You take his face in your hands and look him in the eyes, “I’m ready if you are.”

“Are you sure?” His face twists into one of concern only briefly.

You nod, trailing your hand down his body, and positioning him perfectly. You relax as he kisses you before slipping inside. The moment your bodies connect for the first time, a warmth overtakes you. One of passion, desire, and overall, love. As the movements continue, he pays attention to every little detail. Adjusts for your comfort, and even takes his time.

As you near the finish line, he gathers you up in his arms, holding you as close as possible. You can hear the steady, fast beat of his heart. Feel the heat of his breath against your lists as he looks into your eyes.

You gasp before calling out his name, crumpling beneath him. He rolls away, only far enough to give you some air, before taking you back into his arms.

“That was the most amazing experience of my entire life,” He pants as he places a kiss on your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Zen.”

You drift to sleep, as happy as you ever have been, hopeful for more moments like this.

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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thank you note + update on wips ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

hi everyone ! how have you all been ? i have finally recovered from a week of covid so i’m back to drowning in uni work as well, hence why i’m posting less. but i am still active and jsorting out my wips more so i can maximize my free time ! thank you : first and foremost, thank you so much for following and interacting with my silly little blog, i’m sometimes insecure about my writing because i tend to overthink about whether people enjoy it or not + english is not my native language so i worry a lot will get lost in translation, but i’m so so happy for your support, i love you all, thank you !!! know that i read every single repost and comment, i just can’t reply to them cause this is not my main blog :( , but i’ll try !

wips + updates :

1. anon requested a ‘ how you met the cod : mw men’ vol.2 with konig and ghost, i’m still suffering from writer’s block with that one so it will take longer than expected, so sorry anon ! thank you for your patience <3 2. i’m thinking of making another angsty simon hc, most of you also seem to enjoy seeing him divorced + in denial about heartbreak so i will make him go through that more ( that sounds so wrong lol ) 3. i kind of want to softlaunch an oc but i don’t think the idea will be that popular tbh... lol i’m not sure how many people would actually want to see her... 4. i will write more about graves, i’m so whipped for him it’s almost shameful 5. i want to write more about price !! i stick to my roots ( dilfism ) let me know what you think !

#thank you #announcement #update

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thesodblog · 2 years

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Dear You

I am writing this at a time when I am still feeling down, still feeling lonely, and still feeling broken. I’ve been secretly stalking you everywhere since the day you left me. It's been four months since we parted ways and the pain still lingers. Every time I see an update from you about the places you go and how happy you look, I get envious. I wish I could do what you do to move on. But I keep asking myself whether you are making ways to move on or just plain happy that you are finally free from me. I don’t know anymore. But one thing is for sure, you are gone. And I am still here.

“Why am I still left here, crying?”

Remember when I told you about my mother leaving and not a single tear dropped from my eyes? And remember when I told you that when it is time for my father to leave, it is when I am surely going to cry. I did. I cried. But that cry was the saddest. As I carried the load I received a week prior. When you left me hanging.

I went home alone from the airport. Imagine me crying on the bus and on the boat going home. I wonder what the people who saw me were thinking. I wish someone could have approached me and asked me what the problem was. But I know it only happens in the movies or at least only with good-looking people.

I arrived late in the afternoon and stopped by at the best spot to watch the sunset. I waited for the dark to devour the surrounding. Believe how stupid I was for thinking you’d be at my doorsteps when I go home, waiting for me to give me a warm hug and tell me that everything is going to be alright. But I went home to a dark and empty house. No person to welcome me back and certainly no you. I spent the night crying my ass off. You won’t believe how wet my pillow was because of the stupid tears.

The absurd longing kept on. The breakdowns only happen at night but as days passed, I didn’t notice I was crying in broad daylight. In the morning, sometimes in the afternoon but mostly during night time. I didn’t know how to carry on. How do I accept things when the last thing you implied to me was that you still love me? Or was I the only one who thought it meant like that? Like what I’ve said, I don’t know anymore.

“Did you even care?”

The breakdowns had a pause. I wanted to be alone but I knew I could use some company to somehow divert the sadness. For a while, I talked to selected people. I don’t know if some of them were just entertaining me to get something from me or if they were really helping me to get over my saddened self. Cliché, but I don’t know anymore. As long as someone is not letting me cry at night, I’m all good.

They helped for a while. And I am grateful for them. They were there to check on me. Yes, sure you don’t love me anymore. But I wish you could have at least known if I was doing alright. But I know you were thinking that if you ever did, I’d feed myself with hope again knowing you showed that you care. But to be honest, I would understand. I just needed someone to talk to and it would mean so much if it was you.

“When will this end?”

Guess what? I am alone again. This wasn’t my choice in a way but trust me, I am literally alone again. I may have pushed some people away. Just so I could tell you that I have never entertained anyone when you were gone. So if by the time you come back, I’m all clean. I don’t want to hurt feelings anymore. I don’t want to use them just to forget you. But how do I forget you without actually falling for someone new?

Stupid, I know. I should take notes from you and be inspired by how you do the moving-on thingy. Travel, engage in activities, work, etc. What? You think I don’t try? For god’s sake, I enrolled in Muay Thai lessons. I jog whenever I have time. I drown myself to work writing countless articles and doing graphics until 5 in the morning. I eat and eat. I watch a lot of porn. But guess what? Each task still reminds me of you. Whenever I eat in the late hours, it will remind me of the spontaneous cravings we always had. Whenever I jog, I remember you just paces away from me. Whenever I work, I remember you texting me to get some rest. Whenever I watch porn, every model who has hairy and big thighs reminds me of you. I mean, fuck. When will this ever end? I don’t know anymore.

“Do you still love me?”

You could recreate a moment in another time but let us admit it, it is and will never be the same. So what if you come back? Will things be the same as they were? Will we still have celebratory sex at our favorite resort on a monthly basis? And will you still love me in the morning?

Funny that I have this application that tracks who views my Instagram profile. I paid a subscription just to see who stalks me. The thing is, you were never on the list. Every day I checked. Every day I hoped you’d come by to know what was going on in my life. If you have the same app and also paid a subscription, you would know that I am always on top of the list who viewed your profile. But I understand. How can you reciprocate something that you don’t know? Or maybe the right question is, “How can you reciprocate someone’s love if you do not really love them?” At least not anymore.

Do you still love me? Did you ever love me?

I don’t know anymore.

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Saturday I wake late, the only thing stopping me from waking later being two paintings in a workable state waiting for me in the studio, paintings I know will be good. If I transferred even an ounce of the confidence I reserve for painting to making music, I would be laughing, but I’m not laughing. It rains just as I get through the studio door, and the downpour will keep me inside all afternoon. J is set to come in the early evening but is held up by Free Palestine protests, suggests not coming at all, which I beg him against. I even type “I can’t believe you like Hamas more than me” into the text box, in jest, but quickly delete it. Then I type “protests are gay”, and delete that. Grow up, I say to myself, grinding coffee beans

I gift J a pair of cooking tongs from Korea, the first of several souvenirs that got temporarily lost in the move and that I am only now remembering to dole out. I gave my mum a fridge magnet for her collection on Thursday, and I am still sitting on an array of tiny cutlery for V. J and I talk about Uggs, sobriety, food, ADHD, Gaudi. By the time we leave together my ashtray is barely visible beneath the cigarette butts. The smoke has turned my eyes red, so much so that emerging into the wind and rain is a relief. The supermarket has the normal concentration of divorced fathers wrangling their kids, trying to limit their chocolate intake. At home I watch a video of Snoop Dogg and Kevin Hart watching a video of Olympic dressage, providing live commentary on the strange movements of horses. “This horse is off the chain!”, Snoop says, “it’s bad as a motherfucker!”

Sunday I wake even later, hideously late. Despite the clocks going back, I sleep til 1pm, which is spiritually 2pm. I gobble down to cold plunge as though it’s not the afternoon, my neck hurts, my back hurts. I wipe all my plans, a literal raincheck since it is pouring, and resign myself to a gross housebound weekend finale. I walk to buy chicken and rice, listening to one of the many comedy podcasts ready and waiting on my Spotify feed. “I’m a millennial”, says a woman comedian, “so I’m not racist but I’m not woke”. I laugh, and to fellow pedestrians who can’t see AirPods underneath my nest of hair, I probably look insane. I walk by an opticians on Chapel Market where fancy cheese and meat stalls are being packed away, called INSIGHT. The SIGH part of the shop name is printed in a markedly different hue to the IN and T. I could not have asked for a greater metaphor, amazed I am alert enough to witness it since my eyes are still bleary from sleep, like a doll with eyelids that are meant to flutter freely but get stuck halfway due to age or mistreatment

Everyone I know seems to have picked up a cold in Paris, and I wonder whether the regimen of plunges and oregano oil capsules are actually doing their job. There is something luxurious about resting and mooching like a sick person without the sickness itself, but also something maddeningly pointless. I make a deal with myself when I return home that, since new songs seem off the cards, I will dive back into an old song and try to re-record and re-edit it with my new equipment. In the end I wind up with a butchered version of the old song with spurts of high fidelity baked in. I eat chicken and I eat rice despairing, and in the Hail Mary spirit with nothing to lose, go back to my music pod and try something new. Is it my finest work? No. Does it sound good? Yes. Will it sustain my ego for the coming week? Maybe

Then my mum texts me that Matthew Perry is dead. Found drowned in his hot tub, yet without drugs present. “Blames his divorced parents….”, mum adds, which I have yet to verify, then one of her trademark mea culpas for divorcing my dad. Of course the only crime committed in my eyes and the eyes of many was simply not divorcing him sooner. And besides, who has ever been sent to prison for falling out of love? M suspects Perry’s death was a heart attack. I still think drugs, since those are widely known to have had a grip on him in the past, plus the SAG strike means the man could not work. Naturally as a kid I knew him as Chandler, but then later he was always a stalwart of the dating app Raya alongside famous cricketers and DJs and venture capitalists. I could never bring myself to “like” his profile because there was an unbearable sadness to his being on the app at all, that fame and loneliness hybrid often found in Malibu. But if you’re on Raya as a heterosexual woman and you havent fucked Matthew Perry, do you even exist?

So this news briefly overtakes Israel/Palestine for an evening, perhaps a little longer depending on how corrupt TMZ are and for how long they decide drip-feed salacious details to the internet. Also proof that a celebrity death trumps a civilian one every time, but there’s nothing to fix that. I text with N and stream Wolf of Wall Street in the background, as Leo DiCaprio is paralysed by quaaludes and Popeye plays on his TV and Jonah Hill chokes on his food. I have to wake early tomorrow so that men can lay carpet on my stairs. You would think the 13 hours of sleep I got last night would stand me in good stead here, but I don’t think that’s how sleep works

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