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june-pop · 9 months

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Nightly Troubles

Idol!Riki X Nonidol!Reader

Warning: angst, comfort. Nightmares, crying, Riki is lowkey having a panic attack

My first time really writing a fic like this. It’s not perfect but I tried so don’t hate it too much😅

As you lay in bed you can hear the light tapping of rain hitting the window and the sound of thunder outside. But that isn’t what woke you up. It was the absence of warmth that was supposed to be next to you. He was supposed to be laying next to you. So why was he sitting at the end of the bed staring out the window?

You rub at your eyes to try and get rid of the tiredness you felt. “Ki?” You can see him lift his head up a bit at the sound of your voice. You turn to check the time on your digital clock and it reads 4:32 AM. “What are you doing up so early?” you question.

At this point you’re crawling on the bed towards him and position yourself to sit to his left. Despite that he doesn’t look at you. In fact it seems as though he was trying to avoid looking your way. But you could see it, you could see the way his eyes are watery. You could see the dark circles under his eyes. The way his button lip slightly quivered until he bit down on on it.

He lets out a breathe and finally says “sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up. You should go back to sleep though”. This isn’t like him, is what you thought. Instead of listening, you slip your hand into his, “Riki, baby how long have you’ve been up?” You asked the trembling boy.

Silence is all that follows your question. It pains you to see him like this, but you need to know why. “Riki speak to me, please” you pleaded to him. After a few more moments he finally manages to mutter out “since 2 I think…”. Your eyes widen in realization. He’s been sitting here. For over 2 hours…

“I just keep having these nightmares” he continues, now squeezing your hand a little tighter. “They’re different every time. One night it’s about me continuously failing at something and another night suddenly everyone hates me and t-tonight it’s just” at this point he’s shedding full on tears and can barely continue talking.

You position yourself on your knees on the bed next to him and pull his head towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your neck just full on sobbing. You rested your head on top of his and kept rubbing his back.

“Shhhh it’s okay, it’s not real. That will never happen I promise you” you stammered out, your own tears threatening to fall as you watch your boyfriend fall apart in your arms.

“This one felt so real. They were so real” He cried. “ M-my family- there was- something happened, I-I don’t know” He was panicking, having trouble breathing in between his words. You moved so his face was in your hands and staring into each others eyes. “Shhh hold on ki, breathe, I need you to breathe for me. Just like this, okay” He followed your breathing pattern which helped a bit. “There’s no need to rush, everything’s fine” you tried to comfort him.

“My si-sisters” he hiccuped, “no one knows what happened. My parents were responsive b-but no one knew about my s-sisters” Riki’s breathing was starting to quicken again. “Hey hey look at me, everything is fine. It was a dream Riki. Your family is fine. Your sisters are perfectly safe. I promise you everything is okay”. This whole thing was breaking your heart. Seeing your lover panic at the thought that something happened to his family.

You pulled his trembling figure back into a hug, placing kisses on his head. One hand rubbing up and down his back with the other hand playing with his hair. It was always something that seemed to calm him down. It worked after a few minutes. His breathing slowed and he wasn’t holding onto your waist as tightly as before.

His head rested on your chest and the only thing to let you know that he was still awake was the sniffles and hiccups he let out. You checked the clock on the nightstand and the time read 5:25 AM. “Y/N….” Riki whispered. “Yes love?” You spoke out to him. His grip on you tightened slightly. “Thank you.” After he said that you let a few tears slip down your face. “Anytime Ki, but please. Wake me up the next time this happens. Promise me you’ll wake me up”

There’s silence after that, you start to wonder if he fell asleep. Until you here him croak out “Okay, I promise”, you let out a sigh in relief. “Come on let’s lay back in the bed, it’s still early”

Without protest he follows you back into position on the bed only this time you lay on your back with him laying his head in your chest wrapping his arms around your waist. You place small kisses on his head and start massaging his scalp.

“Promise you won’t leave before I wake up” Riki whispers to you. Hearing his voice all shaky and weak makes you want to cry but you hold it in for him. “I promise Ki”. He smiles and you can feel him relax. “I love you so much..” is the last thing you hear him say before he falls into a deep slumber.

“ I love you too, more than you know” you say as you find yourself closing your eyes and falling asleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed this was my first time writing something like this so it’s definitely not the best at all😅

Don’t worry the next morning you made sure to call his mom and have him talk to them and catch up with his sisters as a way to reassure him that they were fine.

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autisticlancemcclain · 8 months

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fic rec friday 37

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Fade to Black by @yokohogawa

Things between Keith and Lance are changing but Keith is restless, especially with Shiro still weak, and ends up taking a bad decision: he leaves Lance alone in the Castle with a Lion he cannot pilot. Unable to form Voltron without the newly appointed Red Paladin, the four Paladins left struggle against the sudden attack of a Galra ship and later on take damage from the explosion of a star in close proximity. Lance, on the other end, is left to defend the Castle by himself and has little time to succeed: without energy, the Lions have only 6 hours of breathable air. Beyond that point, his friends will be dead.

okay yes technically this series is unfinished. HOWEVER the first two works ARE finished, and they are amazing showstopping incredible etc. tbh im not much of a black paladin lance fan, i genuinely think solo leadership is not what he is suited for, but this fic made me way more open to it. the way he handled severe crises was as fear stricken as it was awe inspiring highly recommend

2. once again i am a child by @lilaclavenders

“You’re not a spare tyre,” Adam interjects. “I know that,” Lance says, too unsure to sound completely defensive. “That almost sounded like a question.” “No... it didn’t,” Lance says.

Lance and Adam talk.

i have always been a fan of lance and adam even tho its the most evidence lacking fanon thing in this fandom. its truly just so interesting. and to have lance as a young cadet getting slammed so badly just in so many different directions being given at least one grownup in his corner...its a good read.

3. Lance the language man by @irish-vampire-blog

Lance didn't really try to learn a language. He just, kind of, picks up the basics and then works from there. Its usually unintentional. Ish.

He isn't stupid though. He isn't an idiot. He just isn't the same kind of smart as his friends are.

this kind of smart for lance is so REAL bc no he cannot do like quantum physics or whatever probably but the way he seems to have a pretty innate ability to successfully do many things that he tries. he just can u know?? thats the autism with the gay audacity i would imagine but i love seeing fics like this

4. my boyfriend's back (and you're gonna get in trouble) by teacupfulofbrains

hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back

Keith Kogane has never heard of Vine. Lance McClain takes personal offense to this, and makes it his personal mission to teach his boyfriend to meme. Keith is confused, mostly.

(OR: several instances of Keith not getting the meme™ and two times he did)

I LOVE THIS FIC SO BAD I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT RECCED IT BEFORE. yes i am a cringe zillenial who still finds vine funny and quotes it on the internet but truly idc idc. this fic is funny. this fic is cute. established klance my love and light. also keith comparing lances eyes to the star of bombay is some of the gayest shit ever and also the only time i will entertain blue eyed lance

5. The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love by running_downn

Last time something like this happened to Lance, Keith wasn’t there. He’d thought he would have been able to do something if he had been there, or at least if he was, the guilt wouldn’t be so heavy on his chest. But this time he was there. He was right fucking there and he decided that it was infinitly worse.

Basically there's a new threat after the Galra and it almost kills Lance. Desperate making out ensues, but it's okay to recognize when it's not the right time for it. Keith cries a lot cause he's older and grizzled and therefore not as emotionally stunted.

green sock reality? team still out fighting as adults and lance isn’t a fucking farmer while the rest of the team isn’t? keith’s abandonment issues treated with respect and dignity and also the acknowledgement that he’s older and therefore mature enough to handle those issues in a way that doesn’t risk a relationship that is important to him? lance understanding all this and using the supportive nature he is known for??? yes yes yes. stellar fic that should have way more hits than it does

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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rorywritesjunk · 4 months

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Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark. Fly up past the stars

After breaking your heart, Buggy is cursed to be a kid again. The last thing you want to do is be involved with this.

Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: A crying kid. Mentions of kidnapping. Reader is not nice to the kid in this chapter either, gets fed up, but also owns up to it, so a heads up. Also an adult lying to a kid because what else do you do in a situation like this? This story and how the Reader deals with Kid Buggy is different than the other Kid Buggy story. Reader probably just needs therapy or something I'm realizing. A/N: I'm almost done with this story, just working out some things with the end of it.

Title comes from “Little Skylark (safe at home)” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @fluffybunnyu @plethora-of-fickleness @ane5e @valen-yamyam16 @lavanderdreamve @jollycandyruins

Chapter 5

You managed to convince Mohji and Cabaji to let you off the ship the next day so long as you had the pepper balls Buggy once made for you to defend yourself. You could fight if you needed to, preferring to use punches and kicks instead of weapons, so initially you didn’t think the pepper balls would be important until you both got drunk at one point and tested it out between the two of you. The gasps for air, burning eyes, and the painful stinging on your lips and face told you how effective they were so you made sure to carry a few with you at all times.

Buggy was excited to be off the ship with you. He tried to dart ahead of you but you grabbed his hand before he could disappear. The two warned you again about the risks before you left, but you needed to find the witch. Buggy needed to be changed back to normal so you could move on with life.

It was only the third day and you were exhausted. Neither of you cried yet today but it was hard not to at times when the kid looked at you with a smile, reminding you when he would smile at you whenever he saw you, but the last few months that smile wasn’t there, or it wasn’t really a smile, more like he was just tolerating you at that point.

Every time you thought of how the last month was in particular it was hard. You were starting to pick up on the little details of how the relationship was failing. He would shut you out whenever you tried to talk to him, stopped kissing you and if you tried he’d turn away. And when he started nitpicking your meals, saying that nothing tasted good, that hurt the most.

Now here he was as a kid, wanting your attention, needing to be close to you, and thinking your meals were the best ever. It was weird for you to deal with.

You two walked along, the kid’s head turning every which way as he looked at everything. It was kind of cute and when the crowds thinned out, you let go of his hand to let him run on ahead, but he only walked a few steps ahead, keeping you within sight as you gave him directions on which way to go. Cabaji told you how to find the house again and you hoped this trip would be a success.

“Hey, look, wanted posters!” He pointed out as he hurried over to the wall. You swore softly and followed after him, managing to get there a few steps ahead of him to rip one down off the wall. He looked at you funny before turning his attention back to the wall with a frown. “I don’t recognize any of these faces. Where’s Captain Roger’s poster?”

“Maybe someone took it for a souvenir.” You said as you rolled up the one in your hand. Buggy looked back at you, narrowing his eyes before he snatched the poster from you and unrolled it. “Wait, Buggy-”

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open in shock when he saw the face smirking back at him. The bright red nose stood out on the poster and Buggy looked up at you. Was this a relative he didn’t know about? He looked so much like Buggy, and when he read the name, he almost dropped the poster.

“W-Who is this?!” He demanded. “Why does he look like me?! We have the same name!”

“That guy? Oh, uh…” You had to think quickly as you picked the poster back up and tried to stick it back on the wall out of his reach. “Buggy, everyone has someone who looks like them in the world, and they aren’t always related. You just… happen to look like him.”

“We have the same nose!” He exclaimed. “He’s an imposter!” Then, without missing a beat, “Where’s your wanted poster?

“Who knows, but Buggy, we have to get going, we’re going to go meet someone.” You said as you tugged him along down the road. He followed after you, keeping his eyes on the wall, specifically on that poster of the one that looked like him. It was unsettling to see someone who looked just like him, from the hair down to the nose, but that man was older. “Come on, we don’t have much farther to go.”

He fell quiet as he followed, eventually looking away from the wall and to the path ahead. Occasionally he’d look up at you, but you weren’t looking at him, but you were alert, looking around at the people you would pass. Your hand tightened around his when a group of men walked by and he noticed you pulled him a little closer when he saw one of them look at the two of you with a smirk.

Finally you came upon a row of little houses. You spotted the house immediately, seeing the abundance of flowers throughout the front yard. There was a spot of upturned soil and some dying flowers nearby. That was it. You sighed and pulled the kid along with you as you opened the gate and went up to the front door, knocking as politely as you could. A young woman opened the door and your brain short circuited for a moment. If this was the witch then she had every right to curse Buggy for calling her old. She looked younger than you. When she saw the kid she smirked, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

“Can I help you?” She asked, looking between the two of you. “You must be the girlfriend he was stealing flowers for.”

That stung. You glared at her as you pushed Buggy’s hand away from picking his nose and pulled him in front of you.

“Change him back.” You demanded. “Fix him, please!”

Buggy looked up at you, feeling insulted. “There’s nothing wrong with me!”

“Why should I change him back?” The witch asked with a raised eyebrow. “He acted like a child so I found it fitting to change him back to one. What, you don’t want to care for your boyfriend now?”

“He’s not my boyfriend! Stop calling him that!” You snapped. “He’s got someone else now but I’m the one stuck having to take care of this kid, so please change him back!”

The witch frowned and looked back at Buggy. He was glaring up at her. “Does he? Hm, well, I don’t want to.”

“What?!”

“Well, not so much as I don’t want to in that this will stay in effect for a while. I can’t just change him back because you don’t want to take care of him.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Now is it two days, two weeks… two years?”

“Two years?!” You shrieked. “I can’t even do two days! And… and it’s been over two days! Why won’t he change back?!”

The witch shrugged. “Maybe it’s four days, or four weeks? Maybe four years.” She looked down at Buggy. “Hard to remember since I’m old.”

“She’s older.” Buggy pointed at you. You swatted him on the head for that. “Hey!”

“Please, I can’t take care of a kid. You have to change him back to an adult.” You begged. “What do you want? I’ll do anything!”

The witch shrugged. “He’ll stay this way for a certain amount of time, just don’t know how long.”

“No, you can’t do this to me!” You cried as you grabbed her by the shoulders. “I can’t take care of him any longer, do you understand?! He broke my heart and I’m having to take care of him! Please please change him back so I can move on with my life! This isn’t fair!”

The witch shoved you back. “It wasn’t fair that he tore up my garden for you.”

“He didn’t do it for me!” You shot back as tears started rolling down your cheeks. “Are you even listening?! He has another girlfriend! Where is she, why isn’t she here dealing with this kid?!”

“Not my problem.” The witch told you. “Now go away or the curse will be permanent. I’ll make it so you can never leave him.”

She slammed the door in your face, leaving you crying on the front porch. Buggy pushed away from you as he began storming down the path to the gate. You wiped your eyes on the back of your hand as you followed after him. He got to the gate and struggled to open it for a moment before getting out of the yard.

“Buggy-” You reached for him but he jerked away from you.

“Who are you?!” He demanded as he spun around to face you. You were a little surprised to see tears in his eyes, but this was different. He was upset, yes, but it wasn’t what you saw before. He looked angry. “What’s going on?! What do you mean I got turned into a kid? I am a kid!”

“Buggy, it’s… it’s complicated.” You said as you tried to stop your own tears. “I don’t know where to even begin.”

“Stop lying to me!” He shrieked. “You’ve been lying to me this whole time, haven’t you?! Does Roger even know where I am?! Did you kidnap me?!” He took a step back from you. “Where’s my captain?! I want to go home!”

This was it. You couldn’t do this anymore.

“Captain Roger has been dead for over twenty years!” You snapped, startling him. The witch pissed you off, the situation pissed you off, and you couldn’t deal with this any longer. “You’re a grown man who pissed off a witch and was turned into a child! And I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier with the way you act!”

Buggy stared at you in shock. “W-hat do you mean h-he’s dead?”

“I’ve been telling you a lie this entire time because I was trying to protect you! You-you don’t know what time you’re in because you were cursed to be a kid again!” You told him, not caring that he was growing upset with what he was being told. “And I’m pretty sure I was apparently cursed by the universe to have to take care of you, which was the last thing I would have ever wanted, Buggy! As an adult you broke my heart and I got dragged back into this mess by Mohji because you don’t know when you keep your damn mouth shut!”

He took another step back, words sinking in. You didn’t want to take care of him? He didn't understand what you were telling him. How could his Captain be dead? This had to be a lie. What was this nonsense about being an adult when he was a kid.

“Y-You’re crazy!” He shot back. “My captain is alive and waiting for me to come back!” He glared at you, stomping his foot as he clenched his fists. Tears were rolling down his face now. “No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend since you’re this crazy! Are you even a pirate captain or just pretending?!” He shook his head. “I gotta find Roger.”

He turned away from you and started running.

Swearing, you got up to go after him but he was faster.

Shit. Why did you say those things to him? You turned back to look at the house. The witch opened the door and glared at you.

“Close the gate behind you.”

You did as you were told, glaring back at her. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m not doing anything to you.” She snapped. “It’s your stupid boyfriend who caused all of this. ‘Oh, she’ll like these flowers. I better apologize for being an ass to her.’ Pathetic man.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! Stop saying that!” You stomped your foot. “H-he broke my heart for no reason! I left him because I couldn't be around him anymore! I hate him!

“No, you don’t hate him.” She chuckled. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be taking care of him.” She crossed her arms. “Better go after the kid or he’ll end up kidnapped. There’s some unsavory pirates about.”

“Yea? Maybe it should happen. I can’t deal with this any more.” You rubbed your eyes, sniffing loudly. “I hate him.”

“Yea, the adult, not the bratty kid.” She told you. “Go find him.”

She slammed the door after that while you glared in her direction.

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basu-shokikita · 3 months

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Dethentines 2024 Day 5

In the style of a romance novel

So, uh, because I'm not a reader of romantic novels @mirrorshards suggested I use a manga for today which I thought was better for me because I'm infinitely more knowledgeable in that field. That said, she still ended up helping me choose a title...

And like that, have a Skwistok version of the BL Therapy Game. This entry is a little more suggestive than the others, so take that as a warning. It was definitely challenging to adapt this story to these two for a handful of reasons but I think I managed! So, here we go~

Skwisgaar was used to messing around.

With women, with men, it was all the same to him. None of them really meant anything to him besides temporary fun and a good distraction.

And so, he didn’t think of anything different when this guy Toki walked around, weeping about his girlfriend who dumped him for somebody else. He was drinking his heart away for different reasons, anyway. His best friend and companion, the guitar, didn’t want to hang out with him these days.

Not that this guy would understand.

“Ahhh!!” Toki cried into his hands. “Linda, whys…you ams- hic- you ams the love of my lives…”

“T’ere, t’ere…” Pickles patted his back sympathetically while giving his friends a look.

Toki tried to reach for a half-empty bottle of Red Label, but Nathan grabbed it before he did. “I think you’ve drunk enough, buddy.”

“No ways!” Toki exclaimed, barely able to keep his body straight. “I wants to…I wants to drinks untils I die!”

“He’sch way over the line.” Murderface said with crossed arms and disdain on his face.

“Ja…” Skwisgaar agreed. “He shouldks probables gets goings.”

His three friends stared at him while Toki kept rambling like a drunkard.

“Whats?” Skwisgaar was confused.

“Well…” Pickles glanced to the side.

“You brought him over to us.” Nathan said, eyelids heavy but still stoic.

“Whats?!”

“Yeah!” Murderface pointed accusingly. “Thisch isch your fault!”

“Are you fuckings-”

“Whats ams you alls talkings abouts?!” Toki cried. “Nothings- hic- matters! Nothings matters but Lindas!” He threw his hands into the air. “Oh, Lindas, why!”

“God damns it…” Skwisgaar pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Lindaaaaaa…”

“‘S okey, Toki.” Pickles rubbed his back. “Skwisgaar will teik you home, right, Skwisgaar?”

“Fucks you.” Skwisgaar whispered to his friend. “Fines!” He slung Toki’s arm around his shoulder and picked him up. “Let’s goes home, cries babies.”

“Have fahn! But not too much fahn!”

“Yeah, definitely not too much fun.”

“Eschpeschially not too much fun.”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes as he carried the babbling Toki away. Why did he have to take care of the idiot?!

–

At the end, Toki was so incoherent that Skwisgaar had to drop him at a hotel, because he didn’t remember his address. He was feeling a little sorry for him, though, so he watched over him until he stopped weeping against the pillow. This wasn’t the first time he had looked after a drunk person, anyway.

“Dids you calms down alreadies?” He asked, when Toki was staring at the ceiling silently. “I wants to goes home, you knows?”

Toki glanced at him, blinking. “Ams you?”

“Heugh?”

“You saids you was sads about de guitars…”

Skwisgaar was surprised Toki had remembered it in his state, but he shrugged it off. “Pfft, dat ams a differents kinds of lonelies nest.”

A grin spread across Toki’s face as he dragged Skwisgaar closer with his legs.

“W-Whats?” Skwisgaar asked in confusion, only now realizing how strong Toki was.

“Lonelies nest ams still lonelies.” He said before wrapping his arms around Skwisgaar. “Soes you gets a hugs.” His hand patted the back of Skwisgaar’s head.

“Eugh, lets goes…” Skwisgaar grumbled though he didn’t actually move away. “We amsn’t even friends…”

“We ams friends nows…” Toki squeezed him by the waist, his lips brushing with Skwisgaar’s ear dangerously. “Rights?” He whispered.

Surprised, Skwisgaar pulled away. Toki’s expression had abruptly changed, from friendly and innocent to dark and suggestive.

“Heys…” He cupped Skwisgaar’s face sweetly. “It ams fines to wants to be spoileds, you knows?”

What…?

In slow motion, Toki’s eyelids fell shut and his face began to grow closer. It’s not like Skwisgaar wasn’t used to being hit on by strangers constantly…

Wasn’t he straight though?

“You ams too drunks…” He tried to resist but Toki’s grip on him didn’t relent. Reluctantly, Skwisgaar let their lips meet and it was like a surgeon of electricity spread inside his entire body, shocking him.

Bewitched, Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki’s neck, giving into it. He had never experienced such enticing tenderness before and he was swiftly growing addicted to it. Toki’s hands, lips, eyes on him…

Even if he had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

He never wanted Toki to let him go now.

–

“Sorries…” Toki apologized the morning after. “I acts stupids sometimes when Is drunks…I don’ts remembers anythings…”

Skwisgaar was baffled. Seriously? The one time sex felt meaningful for him, the other party didn’t even remember it?

What kind of sick joke was that?

He cleared his throat. “I sees…” He said, unclasping his black leather choker from his neck. “You was pretties wasteds last nights soes…”

“Ja…” Toki seemed genuinely apologetic. “I never learns…”

“It amsnt your faults.” Skwisgaar gently grabbed him by the wrists and Toki looked up. “You gots brokeneds hearts.”

Toki’s eyes had a glimmer of hope. “Soes your forgives-”

“Hows ever.” Skwisgaar interrupted him, blue eyes piercing into blue. “Ams not letting last nights turns into nothingks.” With one smooth movement, he straddled Toki’s naked torso.

“W-Whats?” Toki’s eyes widened.

“You don’ts remembers?” Skwisgaar leaned towards him. “Dat ams fine. Alls makes you remembers…” He began undoing the button of Toki’s pants.

“Waits a minutes-”

“Nice and slows…” Skwisgaar continued, his fingers trailing along the zipper.

“I-I don’t wants to!” The panic was beginning to show in Toki’s face.

Skwisgaar smirked. “So you gets to takes advantages of someones and then refuse to acks knowledge? Dat amsn’t nice.”

“Dat’s not-” When Skwisgaar was about to shove a hand inside, he yelled. “Stops!”

It took a few seconds for Skwisgaar to figure he had fallen out of the bed and that the flashing pain on his stomach was from being kicked by Toki’s feet.

“Eugh…what ams you a monsters…” He groaned, doubling over.

Toki rolled to his side and stood up, a look of disappointment in his face. “Ams you always likes dis?” His breathing was visibly hitched. “Always being doings whats you wants? Beings spoileds?”

Skwisgaar squinted. “Whats?”

With barely any effort, Toki untied the choker from his wrists and threw it on the bed. “I thoughts we coulds be pals, but you ams a jerks.” He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door before turning back. “And you ams gonna be all alones your holes lives!” The door was slammed behind him.

Stunned, Skwisgaar sat up. Did that crybaby runt just walk out on him?

–

“Fuckings dildos! Who ams he? What ams he- What de fucks!” Skwisgaar slammed his glass against the counter. “I hates him!”

“Dood, Skwisgaar, he was a guy mournin’ his girlfriend. Why did you even lay your hands on him?” Pickles took a sip of his bottle. “We told ya naht to have too much fahn with him.”

“I didn’ts-”

“Yeah, Skwisgaar, he was obviously straight.” Nathan added. “You gotta raise your standards, dude.”

“I wasn’ts-”

“Not everyone isch gay, Schkwisgaar.” Murderface said. “You schould remember that, I mean, you’re friensch with me and I’m not gay. I love ladiesch and titsch.”

They all went silent.

“Anyways, I didn’t starts anythingks, okeis?” Skwisgaar said. “He ams de ones whats jumps at my arms and has his ways wif mes. Ams innocents dis times.”

“This time…” Pickles rolled his eyes. “How many times have ye been tha one on tha other side of this cahnundrum, huh?”

“Yeah, why are you suddenly mad about this? You’re always breaking people’s hearts.”

“Eugh…”

“You’re a fucking schlut isch what you are!”

Skwisgaar buried his head in his arms. This was the opposite from being encouraging, they were just dogpiling on him.

“Just forget about tha dood. You’ll find someone new in no tahm. In fact, by tonight, even.” After a moment, Pickles added. “Guess there’s really people even Skwisgaar can’t seduce, huh.”

“He went too far.” Nathan agreed.

“Too smug.” Pickles continued.

“Too arrogant!” Murderface finished.

“Alrights, you know whats?” Skwisgaar sat straight, suddenly determined. “Dats it, alls does it!”

The other three stared at him like he was insane. “Do whet?” Pickles asked.

“Ams gonna makes dat stupid straights guys falls for me.” He raised his glass, smirking. “And dens alls breaks his hearts. Dat will teaches hims, nobody messes with Skwisgaar.”

While Nathan and Murderface shook his head in disapproval, Pickles snuck a hand inside his packet. “Well, I wasn’t gonna tell ye but if ye’re so hellbent on acting stoopid…” When he pulled out his hand, there was some sort of card on it. “He dropped this yesterday, mind givin’ it beck?”

Skwisgaar grabbed the card and inspected it closely, smiling when he recognized the item. It was Toki’s ID.

Perfect.

#dethentines #dethentines2024 #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #my writing #tw suggestive #tw alcohol #no beta we die like men etc #therapy game #no fr this time I JUST finished this and i need to go buy groceries #so sorry for any potential mistakes lol

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Jade Leech Analysis and Theories

Again this is for myself, loosely based off of what other ppl think, but he's my kin so I may be biased

requested by @thehollowwriter

His actual Personality (Iced Tea Theory) and his hobby

No one has actually gotten Jade's trust and trusted him back. He's desperately trying though, but he's not getting the right idea of how. His actual personality is frozen, but the only one that comes the closest to helping him is surprising: Kalim Al-Asim.

For Jade, you have to dump a ton of sugar (sweet love) into the tea.

Remember what he said in response to the tea?

"It feels like all my teeth will fall out."

What is Jade's unique magic written as?

"The teeth that bite."

I'm going to call Jade's actual personality iced tea for this reason.

Also, the mushrooms are a metaphor, as well as Jack’s cacti, for personality. Jack and the Octavinelle trio are from a cold place, Jack comes from the snowy region and Octavinelle comes from the icy ocean. Cacti grow poorly in cold places, which equals undeveloped Jade, which needs some sun and warm air to grow. It’s odd how suddenly there’s the story about a cactus and the detailed reason just to go to the greenhouse. And how much they emphasized that Jack is from a snowy country.

Jack said that he wanted to get his cactus some light in the greenhouse, and Octavinelle showed up, together, which is weird to me.

Maybe this is what happened in the even (as in odd or even) chapters with Octavinelle. Ace and Deuce don’t seem to have memories of Atlantica Museum, and other positive things in that arc. Maybe the one who blotted was Jade? (There are different plot lines if you look closely, wasn’t it odd that you see how Malles was feared in the main story, but not in Halloween events? Even in part 5 how Ace and Deuce were like “long time no see” when you saw them before the end of 4?)

I think even at this point, his clinginess hasn’t resolved; so Azul and Floyd are accepting it, saying to him “Let’s change it little by little”. I mean it’s hard for someone like Jade, who lives for someone else to be just told “live for yourself!”.

I mean Azul asks him what he should do when Jack ruined his mushrooms; which I assume is letting him decide what he wants to do, as a part of helping him live his own life.

Jade talks to someone he doesn’t know from him, and the mushrooms are near a “sunny place” (with cloth). Azul insults him with a serious face and Floyd calls them “mushrooms” not “shitake”. Jade being in the middle is especially the weirdest. This is highly unlike them, and I think they want to “face Jade properly more”.

Jade fake cried, which I assume is a form of therapy; even if it’s fake, it’s teaching him “that it’s okay to cry, tell us your feelings”. Yes, even if Jack worked at Mostro Lounge, he has no merit, but Floyd said “Yeah let’s do that.”, which is a really good response because if he said that he would have no merit, the situation would go back to “listening to others, instead of yourself”.

He dragged the whole thing, and Floyd oddly didn’t complain about it, and he touched Jack’s ears. I think he wanted to do that from the beginning, and he didn’t go “Oya oya Floyd” and ignore his own thoughts/opinion. And Floyd said that they were “Jade’s treasure”, as opposed to in Jade’s lab coat when he said to throw it away.

Jade's heart is expressed as teeth, something sharp/hard and protected, and in Jack's lab coat story, I also assume the reason why they put the mushrooms in a sunny place is that it's a metaphor for Jade's real self-being "defrosted." Remember what Jack did? He threw Jade’s mushrooms away. I think this is expressing what people have done to him; the softest part of his heart is trampled and thrown away "for the time being" and "somehow" Jack and Jade are on opposite teams on Beans Day, probably because Jack is Jade's "Night", but Azul is Jade's "Day".

Jade wants to be defrosted by Azul, and that's why his relationship with him is co-dependent.

Jades and diamonds are kind of similar in a way; Diamonds are the toughest stone but are brittle. Jades are not as hard and easy to scratch, but they have a very strong toughness and are hard to break. (Cater and Jade)

Jade and his little… attachment Issues

Jade is so silly, we all know he’s lowkey psychotic and loves Azul but he himself most likely doesn’t. I personally relate to him heavily and know most likely what he is thinking so let me explain his attachment to Azul. Think of Jade as a little child, or Ariel from the little mermaid, but she’s, like, 190 cm.

Do you know those people that are attached to one person? Jade is basically that with Azul, but a little hard (?) to tell. So you know how I said that Jade grows mushrooms because Azul praised him once for it? That is why he has that attachment; this goes for why he takes care of Floyd, it's something that he was praised for, something that gives him an “identity”.

He visibly sighs during flying classes, which reflects how it’s a very weak point for him while he’s very good at other things, so when he can’t do something less than another person can, it makes him stand out more. No praise no gain. I know this is probably harder for people who aren’t like Jade to understand but basically, if you get praised by someone that you think understands you about something that you didn’t really know about yourself, you are like “Oh I didn’t know that!”. However, what he doesn’t know is that Azul doesn’t really understand Jade as much as Jade thinks. So when Azul says he’s someone that is “good at getting into people’s comfort”, he doesn’t really mean it as praise, but Jade takes it as one. His thought process is basically “If Azul, someone who I trust has good judgment because he always knows what people desire and what their weak points are, then there is no doubt that I am a bad guy who puts on a gentle and humble mask.”, and he believes that fake identity (also kinda gullible) as is.

To Azul, he doesn’t trust Jade because he appears to have no desires that are to be gained through his contracts. It's fake but in a self-protection-type way. That illusion that he makes for himself makes him look strong, but deep down he is a very sensitive child. And that is why he became so attached to the little crybaby who spews out ink; he thinks they are the same in how sensitive and scared they are. Both haven’t been like this from the beginning, and that’s why Jade doesn’t fear the scheming personality of Azul. This also could apply to why he is okay with Trey (who is like him, but nice (?) and why he isn’t as close with Vil (who is someone who was born strong and honest about himself). Azul doesn’t notice because of hits low self-esteem

Just on a side note, I think Jade hates people who write stuff like this. This is a call-out post to some of the Jade kins out there. AKA me

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I pulled this one out of the grave too

This is a small chunk of Octa, the google doc I have is 50+ pages

They're like a lot of context needed bc I post my old posts out of order so if there's a request, I am willing to pull those out

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The Pampered Curse: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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“Mommy! Mommy! There’s a weird girl on the street!”

“Have you no shame?! What a disgrace you must be to your parents!”

“Hahaha! Hey, babycakes! Trick-or-treat was last Saturday!”

If Edan were to tally up every single embarrassing moment from his life and compile them all into a single highlight reel, he would gladly watch that footage on repeat so long as he could be spared the unreal humiliation he was experiencing in the present. Neither age nor gender nor sexuality nor astrological star sign made any difference. All who were in earshot were coming out of the woodwork to gawk, taunt, and degrade his infantile wardrobe. And worst of all, he couldn’t even blame them. If he had been just another bystander when some idiot came walking down the street dressed like he was, he’d be laughing his ass off. If only he had the luxury of such a lofty perspective.

Instead, Edan found himself waddling along the sidewalk of his very active neighborhood street, his diaper echoing a wealth of crinkles with each step as if the world had strapped an amp to his padding and cranked it up to 11. He didn’t even have his usual walking shoes to help him move faster, with his bare feet collecting dust and dirt as he continued on his warpath to that damned ghost’s mansion.

Unfortunately, by the time Edan found himself passing the final suburban house within his neighborhood, his need to pee had reared its ugly head yet again. “No! If I piss my diaper now, I might never be able to think straight again,” he thought, balling up both fists while he toddled forward. It wasn’t easy with control of his bladder falling to nearly zero but he somehow managed to keep from urinating as he reached the gravel road with the mansion at its end.

Trudging through the grass along the road was quite a difficult feat considering the ridiculously thick padding that Edan was dealing with but it beat walking on a gravel road shoeless. The bumpy terrain nearly had him tripping over himself but his determination and what remained of his speedy reflexes kept him upright. Before long, he spotted the mansion in the distance again, causing him to double his pace as he neared the finish line. His legs were nothing more than jelly as he rounded the structure and staggered up the creaky, wooden steps toward the front door. All the while, his heart threatened to leap out of his chest with how furiously it was pumping.

“Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real,” repeated Edan to himself as he raised a fist to the door. For some bizarre reason, there was still a lingering part of himself that refused to face the fact that ghosts were a real and tangible thing as if the diaper alone wasn’t already proof enough. Regardless of what his beliefs were at this point, he’d come this far. Holding in a lungful of air, he reached out and shakily pounded his fist on the grand entrance.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

Unable to shake the haunting aura of the mansion, Edan stepped back from the house after two quick knocks, gaining as much distance as possible from the dilapidated structure. However, as he waited for the ghost woman or some other spiritual presence to show up, he found that he was still strikingly alone. It made no sense. Had he made this entire farce up in his head? If so, then the mortifying experience of touring his neighborhood with an overgrown pumpkin of a diaper on his hips would’ve all been for nothing.

Growing furious over the idea that his regression might have somehow been self-inflicted, Edan stormed back up to the door and proceeded to slam his fist repeatedly, his sanity draining all the while. “Open da fuqin doow and ged dis shid off me! Pwease!” he cried, beating the door as he finally broke down and began weeping openly. He no longer cared about his adult, hyper-masculine appearance. He’d shed as many tears as necessary at this point in hopes of guilting his ghostly enemy.

Yet despite his obvious remorse and the clear evidence of a lesson learned, Edan remained on the porch of the estate with not so much as a single ghost in his presence. With nowhere left for his rage to go, he wound his foot back in front of the shabby door. If the ghost wasn’t going to let him in, he had no choice but to break in. Tragically, as his leg swung forward, the diaper obstructed his forward motion enough to throw him off balance, sending him crashing to the floor on his butt. And while thankfully, the over-pump diaper cushioned the blow to his bum, the same could not be said for his bladder. With the impact jostling his body heavily during his harsh descent, he lost what little grip he had on the remnants of his potty training.

*HSSSSSSSSSSS!*

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!*

Urine had barely made contact with the inside of his pampers before its vibrations roared to life like a chainsaw slicing through his adulthood. In the blink of an eye, his eyes fully glazed over as the most euphoric sensation he’d ever felt gripped his body, and refused to let go. His mind no longer had the fortitude to resist, losing himself to the carnal desires of his stimulated body.

Opening her front door the second that Edan’s butt collided with the wooden ground as if waiting for her cue, the ghost of Madam Petunia Wick exited onto her porch with a smile that somehow toed the line between kindly and wicked. “Oh, dear! It appears someone left a baby all alone on my doorstep. Surely, a cute little pumpkin like you must have a Mommy hiding around here somewhere,” she said, feigning confusion as she pretended to search the immediate area for Edan’s missing mother, only to turn up empty-handed, “Though, I suppose “little pumpkin” isn’t very appropriate considering a pumpkin of this size would be a sure-fire to win the blue-ribbon at a county fair. No, you, my horny little devil, are Mommy’s HUGE pumpkin.”

As the word, “HUGE,” left Petunia’s mouth, she leaned down and pressed her near-translucent hand into Edan’s diaper, shifting its soggy, pulpy contents around his aching member. Edan’s response was as expected as he threw his head back as far as his neck would arch. With his grasp on reality fading fast, he wasn’t sure why he was here or even where he was anymore. Heck, he probably couldn’t remember his own first name as his brain turned into putty. Madam Wick’s putty, to be precise.

“Fear not, my sweet, autumn child. You can call me Mommy from now on,” said Petunia, gracing Edan with her intoxicating, ear-to-ear grin as she placed her arms around his torso and lifted him into the air with ease, diaper and all. In no time at all, she had him flipped over and cradled in her arms. To anyone watching from afar, the height difference between herself and Edan would’ve made for an awkward look. But from the point of view of the loving mother and her reborn newborn, no image could be more perfect.

Closing the door behind her, Edan was given his first chance to see the inside of the ruins that the formerly pristine mansion had become. Unsurprisingly, its interior was a decaying mess, with caved-in ceilings or crumbling walls making up the once-Grand Hall. For Edan, whose mind was now mushier than his diaper, the ramshackle manor was more frightening than his babyish brain would’ve preferred. He clutched his new Mommy’s torso, hugging his face to her enormous sweater puppies.

“Hehe! I’m sorry, pumpkin. I should’ve done this before we entered. Go ahead and close your eyes, sweetheart. And when you open them, you won’t have to be so scared anymore,” she said, watching her baby with pure, motherly affection as he happily shuttered his eyelids for her. She felt the core of her spirit-form flutter as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Edan’s forehead.

If Edan’s eyes were open, he would’ve borne witness to an incredible sight. Unbeknownst to him, Petunia’s magical kiss was laced with a powerful spell to usher Edan into her realm, welcoming him into the place between life and death. As her spell took effect, the mansion around him slowly returned to its prior glory. Soon, the run-down, old manor that Edan had grown so familiar with had disappeared, replaced with the inviting home that Madam Wick had made for herself and her beloved friends to live out their kinky fantasies for all eternity. And now, Edan was one of them.

As the mansion retook its shape, so too did Petunia’s form. Color returned to her cheeks, filling her face with a warm glow while her tattered, ghostly outfit repaired itself, the fabric shifting and stitching itself back together until her sultry nightgown looked as pristine as it did the day she bought it. The Lady of the house had to look her best, after all.

With Edan’s soul now as bound to the lush mansion as hers was, Petunia lifted her plump lips from her baby boy’s head. “You can open your eyes again. The bad dream is over now,” she said, relishing in the adoring expression and widening smile that befell Edan’s face as he gazed around his new home. Any animosity she may have felt toward him disappeared with his old life. It didn’t matter who he used to be or how rudely he used to behave. He was her baby, now and forever more, “Okay, my yummy pumpkin. After such a long walk, I think it’s time you settled in for a nap. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nodding his head rapidly, there wasn’t anything Petunia could say that Edan wouldn’t think sounded nice. He must’ve looked incredibly tired to his Mommy because the moment Petunia mentioned the idea of a nap, his brain and body instantly felt sluggish. A large yawn escaped his mouth, forcing his gob open for several seconds.

“Hehe! That’s a BIG yes from you,” said Petunia, climbing the winding staircase that lined the parameters of the Grand Hall to the second story. As she entered the main upstairs hallway, Edan was treated to a wide variety of blushy sights. From a sissy in the midst of some major nipple torture to a pair of lesbians engaging in a bit of rope play, it appeared that the newspaper had been spot on in its reporting of the fetish-filled house, much to his doughy-eyed delight.

Edan’s delight intensified as Petunia arrived at a pastel blue door near the end of the hallway. Upon opening the soft-colored door, his excitement reached new heights over the nursery that he now had the pleasure of calling home. It was the perfect room for a BIG baby boy like him, with everything he would ever need from an oversized crib and changing table to a seemingly endless supply of both childish and naughty toys.

Laying Edan down on the crib’s soft mattress, Petunia didn’t even bother asking if he needed a change before sleepytime. With a diaper that size, he likely wouldn’t get the chance to test out that changing table for a long time. He didn’t seem to mind, though, raising his arms up and cooing for his Mommy, not a fresh diaper. “So restless for someone so drowsy!” she exclaimed, placing her hands on each of Edan’s cheeks and rubbing them until he was a giggly mess, “I think I may have an idea of how to zap that energy right out of you.”

Resting a hand against Edan’s diaper, Petunia amended her previous spell, permitting Edan to cum so long as it was her hand that instigated it. And since her hand was already nuzzled into the crotch of his plush padding, Edan’s reaction couldn’t have been more predictable.

“H-huhHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMM!!!” moaned Edan, his eyes going cross as his body skipped all of the build-up, launching him into the single most intense climax of his life without any means of bracing himself. His body quivered in Mommy's arms as her touch electrified every sensory neuron in his body. The head of his cock spewed cum into his diaper until his entire pelvis was coated in a thick layer of stringy semen. It was pure ecstasy and he never wanted the blissful feeling to end. Sadly, while he lasted far longer than he ever managed to do his own, his weary body could only go for so long, exhausted from three days of unending stress.

Luckily, Edan would never have the misfortune of feeling such stress again. Not with Petunia watching over him and filling his soul with every infantile desire that she kept locked away within herself. He may have once taunted her for what she enjoyed but now he was going to share in her joy for diapers and all things Little. She landed one, final kiss on Edan’s forehead as his eyes slowly drifted shut. “Sweet dreams, pumpkin. And welcome to your new life.”

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vctrvn-ls · 8 months

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how would each of the guys react to their gf cheating on them?

whoever requested this is pure evil….I like

3am thoughts

not the best but u know 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Cheating |Beta Squad|

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Kenny

In the moment he finds out he’d go numb. For him his world would absolutely crumble to bits (yes I’m that dramatic). He’d want to confront her immediately, with hope that what he had been told was a lie, but after hearing confirmation he’d just leave. I don’t think he would cry, the next day he’d go to the gym and spend endless hours in there, trying to put his anger into the poor punchbag. After realizing a punchbag wasn’t enough, he’d schedule an extra boxing session where he’d mainly do sparring (since it imitates hitting someone the most and he’d wanna punch whoever). Doesn’t matter how long he was dating her, he still gave all his love and energy, so I think it would take some time for Kenny to fully get over his ex. (cried a little while writing)

He’d believe it and instantly blame it on himself, but never admit it. He wouldn’t be scared to confront her and when he does he’d do it straight away, no matter where the place was. A big big fight would happen at home though. HUGE fight. AJ knows he’s been treating her right, giving her all the love and respect she deserves, and for her to just swerve at him like that? He wouldn’t take it. This would definitely affect his trust issues by like A LOT and it would definitely affect his future relationships, possibly resulting in some “controlling” behavior just out of pure fear.

Chunkz

Would probably be the chillest to react. Depending on how long he’s been with her he’d probably just get up and leave for good. If it was a 2-5 month relationship he wouldn’t want an explanation, he wouldn’t waste more energy on her, just straight up cut her off. If it was something more serious than that would be a whole different story. He’d want to sit down, talk it out, understand everything from all sides and after voicing how disappointed he was without any aggression what so ever. Chunkz knows his worth and to be honest he’d start seeing signs that something might be up beforehand and I feel liked he might end it before anything happened.

Sharky

Sharky would first deny it completely. He wouldn’t want to believe it, he wouldn’t be able to believe it. That’s until she tells him and despite how sorry she is he’d show no mercy in the upcoming fight. Now I don’t think Sharky would use any “mysogynistic” language (like slut or whore) but he’d definitely find other words that would perfectly portray how mad he is. And we probably wouldn’t expect it from him, but I think he’d get the most aggressive. Why? Because Sharky would be so selfless in a relationship and he’d make the biggest sacrifices for her and as soon as he finds out that none of that was appreciated he’d be fuming. At some point he’d hate himself, thinking “how didn’t I see it coming?”, “maybe she had a reason too?” and I think he would generally overthink everything (poor baby) and also I think, if it was a long and serious relationship, he would cry. Not like straight up bawling but just imagine him driving late at night, Tory Lanez blasting on full volume in his car with his windows open while the wind brushed the built up tears out of his eyes. And poor Sharky would get frustrated and angry, he’d aggressively wipe the corners of his eyes before continuing to focus on the road, trying his best to stay under the speed limit.

Niko

I’m terrified to actually imagine this. Like I’m gonna probably end up crying by the time I finish this. Idk how accurate this gon be but when Niko hears the “rumors” he’d 100% refuse to believe them. Like he’d be so so sure that she’d never do that cause he knows how well he treated her and with how much love, care and genuine respect he had for her. But as soon as this baby hears it from her own mouth he’d be devastated, disgusted and so so disappointed. He wouldn’t say anything hurtful, he wouldn’t start a massive fight, he’d just want to know “why?” or how did it even happen, what the hell did he do? Was it on purpose? Was she drunk? He’d want to know everything before actually leaving her. And he would. As much as it would break him, he knows that that’s not something he would be able to forgive (agreed) and I feel like it would affect him in his future relationships. It would make him a little closed off for a while and he would be more cautious than before AND ITS SO SAD BECAUSE NIKOOOO (I would never do that to you bbg)

#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #king kenny #kingkennytv #sharky #betasquadedit #sharky x reader #sharkyedit #niko x reader

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Does He Know: Part 9 (Gavi/Pedri Love Triangle)

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Sara’s POV

When he yelled at me to get off the car I couldn't hold it anymore. I ran from the car and saw as he drove off, not looking back.

In my mind hoping to hear the car brake and him run back to me telling me he loved me, taking me home, making me his. Tears began to fall down my eyes and at one point I couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain on my face. I cried that night until I couldn't feel anymore. I cursed his name. I closed my eyes and I could see him in front of me, in his car. His face was filled with sadness and regret for having any sort of feelings for me. And I couldn't blame him. That was probably what hurt me the most.

I slept in until my brother woke me up knocking on my door. I stood up and tried to get ready, walking to the restroom and washing my face. I looked down at my neck and saw that he had left a hickey in the exact place Gavi had, his was more noticeable.

I smiled at the mark of his desire imprinted on me while I placed my fingers over it. A love note left on my neck. The truth was that no matter how much I had cried the night before, how bad he had made me feel, I couldn't hate him. It terrified me. It scared me to feel so much for someone like him. Someone who felt so right whenever I was with him. The way his skin felt against mine, the warmth of his body against my coldness, the way he made my heart feel when he smiled, the sense of peace when I looked into his brown eyes.

And it made me feel fucked that I couldn't feel that for Gavi. I couldn't ever tell him te quiero back, because although I did like him, it wasn't in the way he wanted or needed. He deserved better. And somehow I knew he was the better option. He wasn't a coward, he had came fully into this, and he wasn't afraid to tell me how he felt. I didn't have to pressure him into telling me how he felt because I knew it, he showed it constantly. But deep inside my heart belonged to Pedri and I wholeheartedly wish it didn't.

My brother knocked on the door again. -What do you want, enano?- I yelled as I opened the door. My little brother hidden behind a bouquet of flowers. I smiled. -They're not from me. I would have gifted you dirty socks or something.- He said making me laugh as he handed me the vase full of flowers. I heard my mom yelling from down the hallway. -Special delivery for Ms. Sara Torres.- She showed her face quickly with a smile. I walked back into my room and placed the flowers on my night table quickly opening up the note. - I'm sorry I got drunk last night, I can't wait to see you at the match tonight. Te quiero - Pablito.- I smiled and held the note against my chest. I knew his intention was to make me feel better, but in these circumstances his little gestures only made me feel worse because I couldn't feel the same for him. Knowing he would put stars in the sky for me if he had to and instead my heart belonged to someone I would let get away with murder, even if it was my own.

Vale and I had planned for her to pick me up at 8 so we could go to Camp Nou together. I had all day to do nothing which of course didn’t help with all of my thoughts.

I sat down to watch a series when I decided to scroll through Instagram. Having different things come up about the team wasn’t unusual, some funny videos fans had made, etc. But my heart dropped when I almost scrolled past a picture of Pedri and a girl. I looked closely and it was the girl from Sira’s celebration. I felt a huge hole form in my stomach as I analyzed the picture and realized Pedri was wearing the same clothes from last night. Golden boy Pedri eating breakfast with new flame? Read the headlines. I felt my throat close up and a need to cry so strong I couldn’t resist. While I cried my eyes off he had rushed to her last night.

I threw my phone to the other end of the room and took a nap. Around 6:30 my dad came to look for me so we could all eat dinner together before we both headed out to the game.

-What time did you come home last night?- My dad asked. I wasn’t sure if it was a real question or he was setting me up. I shrugged my shoulders.

-It was around midnight.-

-Did the boys stay out that late?-

I shook my head. -Val dropped me off. Most of them had already left because they had to rest for the game.- I said in my most convincing voice. He smiled accepting my response.

At 8pm I heard my bedroom door open and Val walked in. -Ready?- I smiled at her as I finished doing my hair. I put on my jersey and grabbed a jacket to go over. We headed out to her car.

-Did you see the pictures?-

I rolled my eyes. -Pretty hard to miss them.- I said as I sat in her car. My hand going over my neck where I had tried to hide the hickey Pedri left. Almost in tears thinking how he had just gone off to spend the night with her after leaving me in the rain.

-Did anything happen last night?- She asked looking over at me. She knew the answer but wanted me to tell her. She knew me better than myself sometimes. I shrugged my shoulders.

-We kissed.-

-Vamos, you’re going to leave all the details out?-

-Joder, what do you want me to say? That we almost fucked and then he yelled at me to get out of his car? That I had to run in the rain home while he sped off to fuck that girl?- I surprised both Val and I with my answer. I didn’t expect to lash out, specially at her because she didn’t deserve it.

-I’m sorry, it’s just that …- She interrupted me.

-What did you tell him?-

-What do you mean?-

-What did you tell him to make him yell at you?- I rolled my eyes.

-Why do you always assume I’m the problem.-

-Did you or did you not tell him something, Sara?-

I stayed quiet for a few seconds. I hated when she took his side. -As he was looking for a condom I told him I was going to leave. Then I told him we could just do it once and then he had to leave me alone.- I explained. She looked over at me with eyes wide open.

-Joder tia. And you were still surprised he yelled at you to get out?-

I shrugged my shoulders. -He just keeps on giving me reasons why I shouldn’t leave Gavi for him. He said that girl meant nothing and today he didn’t care about being photographed with her.-

Val shook her head. -I’m going to keep my comments to myself. Just know I love you, Sarita.-

We got to the stadium and parked in the reserved area. Val and I waited for Marco to arrive before we all headed down to the family and friends seats. As we sat down the players came out. I smiled when Gavi turned around looking for me and our eyes met. Pedri turned around too and as our eyes meet I rolled my eyes and turned around to talk to Vale.

Pedri’s POV

I saw as Gavi looked towards the stands and smiled at her. It killed me to see her smile back at him knowing those smiles should be for me. When hers and my eyes met she quickly rolled her eyes and turned away. In that moment I knew she had seen the pictures.

After dropping her off last night I drove straight to Alice’s house. I knew if I wanted to she would sleep with me but when I got there I couldn’t. All I could think about was Sara under the rain. The way I should have gone back and told her I was sorry. But I didn’t want to just be another regret.

I fell asleep on Alice’s couch and I knew pictures would get out if people saw us together. I knew going out to have breakfast would be everywhere on social media and I wanted Sara to see. That way I would have truly lost my chance with her and I didn’t have to keep on doing this to my best friend. That way I would have to stay away from her with no other choice.

Sara’s POV

The game began and we couldn’t sit down from all of the nerves. Every time the team got close to the goal Vale, Marco, and I stood up and yelled. Our hearts dropped whenever the other team did the same.

After half time the the score was 2-1. The team was playing well but I knew everyone was getting antsy trying to defend the one goal advantage. During one run when a player from the other team was getting close to our goal I saw as Pedri ran after him. He was going to shoot straight into our goal when Pedri managed to pass him and blocked the ball. The ball went out but Pedri was pushed by the player and he was going at such a high speed that he wasn’t able to stop in time. Pedri hit the post, the impact almost folding him in half.

I stood up as did most of the stadium. A rare silence overtook when Terstegen and Jordi ran to check on him. I felt my heart drop. He laid on the ground in pain. Gavi ran to check on him and Pedri continued to lay there. They called the medics as he couldn’t get up. I saw Gavi put his hands through his hair with a concerned look on his face.

I ran down to the tunnel and saw as they pushed him on a medic bed. Despite Xavi and the rest of the staff looking calm out on the pitch, inside the tunnel there was a lot of commotion. A million conversations going on and I couldn’t make sense of a single one. MRI, ribs, internal bleeding, hip fracture, end of his career. All words people were saying.

-I need to see him.- I said but nobody listened. I rushed through but I couldn’t find him. Finally I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Val.

-They said they’re taking him to the hospital. The match is almost over, do you want me to take you?- In that moment I didn’t think of anyone or anything other than Pedri. -Yes.- I said. We ran to her car and she began to drive to the hospital.

Nobody could give us any information when we got there. They were still running him through tests.

-They said it could be the end of his career if it’s a hip fracture.- I said to Val.

-It was a bad hit but I’m sure he’s going to be fine.- She tried to reassure me.

Gavi’s POV:

The match ended about ten minutes after they took Pedri. We won but it didn’t feel like a victory when my best friend had just been taken out by medics almost unconscious. I rushed through the tunnel to change and head out to see him.

By the time I came out to get in my car Marco, Val’s boyfriend, was waiting for me. Val and Sara had already left to the hospital to check up on Pedri.

When I got to the hospital I saw Sara crying as she sat next to her friend in the waiting room. Her eyes were red and puffy. A sense of worry washed over my body.

-Sara!-

She stood up and ran to me. I took her in my arms and placed a kiss on her forehead.

-How is he doing?-

-They haven’t said anything yet. They’re still running tests. Gavi in the tunnel… in the tunnel they were saying he could have internal bleeding, that his career could be over, something about his ribs.-

I was worried about my best friend and I appreciated Sara being worried as well. But I couldn’t help but feel weird about her reaction. To see her almost break in front of me for my best friend left me with a sour taste.

-He’s going to be fine, Sara.-

-It’s just unfair.- She said. -He gives his all on the field and this can’t be how it ends. He needs to be okay, Gavi.-

I gulped. -He will be.-

Val excused herself to go find Marco on the first floor while Sara and I took a seat. I held her hand and she continued to cry. It was there as we sat together both worried about Pedri that everything made sense. Despite having some doubts it was seeing her there, crying uncontrollably because she didn’t know if he was okay or not, that all of them were confirmed.

She continued to cry. At times needing to stop to breathe because it was becoming difficult for her.

-Sara, calm down. Are you okay?- I asked hoping it was all in my mind.

-Pablo, it’s just. I need him to be okay. I…-

I interrupted her. I placed my hands around her and looked her straight in the eyes. -You’re the girl from Val’s birthday, aren’t you?-

I said the last word hoping to get a different answer than what I knew was the truth. Lie to me, Sara. Tell me you’re not. Tell me your heart belongs to me and not my best friend. Look me in the eyes and lie to me so I don’t lose you. Hopeless pleas. It would be much easier to continue with this lie. To pretend nothing happens, continue wearing a smile than to accept that I lost someone who was never even mine.

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pianocat939 · 17 days

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Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality; you can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together. You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item, as much as it sounds selfish you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there, you dreamed of living and going college with that person but now anytime you see each other there’s not even a smile shared, now you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems, you understand sometimes people grow apart but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never not even when we are old and wrinkly. You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would the ones your kids call family, the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding, you grew excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone, the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial. Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can; it breaks not only the love but also the child inside you that grew up with this person. You cry and scream for them in your head but can’t bring yourself to reach out, you look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more, not taking more photos but how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother, you never went to each others houses but to you they were your safe place, but now as teens you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life but at the end you would still help that friend out, in the end that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that your grateful as they saved you in ways no one else could have, I guess that’s why it hurts more then anything else, because your not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok, first I’ll pick at it with more conventional things. Mostly punctuation and organization I suppose.

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Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality.; You can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together.

I suppose you could put ; here, but I think because the 2nd idea has ‘because’ in it, it isn’t well-fit for this purpose. So I made them individual sentences.

You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there; so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item,. As much as it sounds selfish, you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there. You dreamed of living and going to college with that person, but now anytime you see each other, there’s not even a smile shared,. Now, you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems,. You understand sometimes people grow apart, but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never, not even when we are old and wrinkly.

Now right away, I don’t know if you noticed this while writing, but this is like…5-6 sentences smushed into one. Which I think you did by adding lots of commas. You can do this to a certain extent of course, but I think cutting it down will make it easier to read.

A lot of what I did throughout the sentences is add or remove commas. I also added quite a few periods. Periods help complete thoughts and make it clear for readers, so keep that in mind while writing!

You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would be the ones your kids would call family,; the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding,. You grew were excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone,. You thought they were the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial.

Now here, I think you could rearrange the sentences so they kind of follow chronological order, so that it’s easier for the reader to read. Like wedding clothes -> Wedding -> Being Godparent -> Children.

Now I didn’t rearrange them because that would be confusing for you to correct and see. Some of these sentence corrections are there because of how it’s ordered. Now if you re-ordered them, it might be different.

I also noticed you like to use parallel structure, which I would keep up with that. You sometimes change it at the very end, which might break your style.

Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can;: it breaks not only the love, but also the child inside you that grew up with this person them.

I was a little hesitant here on the colon, but I think it makes sense to put it there because you are explaining why it breaks the heart more than a lover right after.

Because you’ve mentioned the person as ‘them’ earlier in this piece, I think it’s better to use the pronoun rather than this person, since it can get chunky or unclear.

You cry and scream for them in your head, but can’t bring yourself to reach out,. You look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more,; you regret not taking more photos with them more. But how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid, you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother,? You never went to each others houses, but to you, they were your safe place,. But now, as teens, you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life. But at In the end, you would still help that friend out,. In the end, that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that you’re grateful, as because they saved you in ways no one else could have,. I guess that’s why it hurts more then than anything else, because you’re not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok for this part, just like the last few, I chunked it into easier sentences, and did some minor grammatical corrections. The part where I put the semi-colon, I added a few words to the 2nd idea to make it more complete and suited for parallel structure.

Final evaluation for conventions: I think the biggest thing is knowing where to end your commas and putting periods instead. You have lots of parallel structure going on, which I think is great for you style. But you need to keep the parallel structure consistent if you use it.

I would also read on semi colon placement if you haven’t, so you have a better idea.

Stylistically, I think it’s great. I know you don’t explain why you split up with the friend, but I think it gives a sense of mystery. It’s still complete without it. So I wouldn’t worry too much on that. I would focus more on getting your conventions fixed.

(I don’t do this much editing for my own pieces, but hope this helped you a little).

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lampylamperson · 10 months

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I finished watching nimona and I wanna say sum opinions

1.nimona is just like me fr fr

My mother pointed it out,as well as me. But I had a different reason for why I thought she was like

The poor girl just wants to be herself,she just wants people to accept her for herself she doesn’t want to be seen as a slob,or a monster she just wants to be herself and for people to not hate her

I have never seen myself more in a character and it hurts.also she’s just like so persistent and In the annoying funny way.she was complete chaos and I freaking felt myself so much in her

2.ballister and ambrosius were so gay and cute

Like I cried so much during this movie and the thing that made my cry is much was the end,and one of the reasons was bc I saw a gay couple being cute and domestic.I want more animated gay couples to settle down and be domestic and lovable and have a daughter with an identity crisis

3.nimonas true form

As much as it will probably be referred to as a true form that big black cloud monster thing isn’t her.she doesn’t have a true form.and even tho she doesn’t put right say it the whole time she’s telling us what she really is

“What are you” “I’m Nimona”

That’s it.that’s all she is,and nimona isn’t just one thing it’s everything and anything nimona wants she truly is just nimona

4.how did the death thing work

Nimona did of course “die” in the movie sorry spoilers but she didn’t truly die and while I haven’t been able to think why she didn’t completely die it makes me think it has to do with her low tolerance to pain.the arrow in the leg,getting stabbed,so on to the full on canon shot. I think maybe it cause she can’t die when she doesn’t look human but that sounds weird so I’ll rewatch and try to figure out a better explanation to it

5.nimonas child form

It was somewhat obvious to me that nimona to form based on some emotions when it came to certain things. Like her child form came out in moments of vulnerability and extreme sadness,but she turns into an animal when ever she is feeling herself.but the animals along with the black cloud thingy at the end may also be a sign of defense putting a guard up to try and still be herself underneath it

Anyways Greta movie 10/10 made me cry

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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 5: "Mornings Are For Sleeping"

Day 5: -Tim Wright/Masky X GN!Reader "Oh no, you're a Morning Person!" X “No, anything but that.”

-I do not own "Tim Wright and do not take credit for him.

It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t surprising when Tim left for weeks on end with little to no contact with you. He had his own thing going on that you weren’t allowed in on. Even if you were his partner, he said it was for safety reasons, so you didn’t push on. You’ve always known Tim had a problem, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to help, and if that meant giving him space for weeks, so be it. But, it didn’t mean your mind didn’t wander and worry about him. The way an intrusive thought would make its way into your mind about him made your stomach churn.

But last night was different. So much different. Tim had made his way back late in the night. He looked different. He had a mask on. That was the most uncanny thing. The way its white blankness had been painted with black feminine features. The way his clothes had been covered in blood, the way the blood was not his own. The way he didn’t speak a word last night had you on the verge. His tan jacket had been stained with muck and filth from a variety of things. You had to wash it at least four times to clear it. It was a cold night, emotionally and physically. You ignored your own needs that night for him. He may not have spoken, but his glassy eyes were on you the entire time, and you could tell. After what seemed like hours, he exhaled heavily before he brought you in for a quiet hug. You returned it with ease. He cried that night, and you hadn’t a clue why. He was so stressed and you didn’t know why. And you knew he wouldn’t tell you, so you tried your best with what you had. The night ended with the two of you going to bed.

It was the next day, in the morning. It was early as you had your back pressed against his chest. He had a sloppy hold which he quickly tightened on you. As if he didn’t want to let go. Like the wind would take you if he didn’t anchor you down. You both shared warmth, shielding you and him from the freezing room. He yawned as he slowly took himself away from you. The sudden cold and the removal of warmth woke you up. You could hear someone shuffling in the room as you slowly blinked open your eyes. You lazily lie there for a good minute or so. Not wanting to ruin the cloud-like feeling the bed had on you, but just wanting to know where Tim had run off to now. You pushed yourself up now, fully realizing the lack of Tim.

You huffed as you rubbed your eyes. You let out soft yawns as you sat on the bed. You were exhausted and you knew Tim should be too. That’s when you scooted yourself off of the plush blankets and onto the cold wooden flooring. Your fatigue was clear in the way you moved. You took yourself from point A to point B as you pressed your hand against the cold metal doorknob. You turned it over with ease. Your eyes were met with some lights turned on within the cozy home. You slowly made your way into the kitchen, where you could smell strong amounts of coffee in the air. The scent was a pleasant smell that invaded your senses. There was an apparent aroma around the house. You could feel the shift in weight as you put one foot in front of the other. That's when you saw Tim sitting on your shared couch. He had a hot mug of coffee in hand. You could see the steam making its way from the liquid to his face. The liquid was black. Of course, he drank it black. You slowly sat next to him. He seemed surprised by you. He smelled of cigarettes. How long did you lie there for?

You had the urge and right to bring up what happened last night. But now you just feel relieved and enchanted by him. You didn’t feel the need to curse him out or do anything negative. It was a whole thing but, after having gone weeks without him. You might as well enjoy it. "What time is it?" you groaned as you yawned again. Tim inhaled before responding "It’s four o'clock in the morning." he looked at your stance next to him. "Huh?" you looked at him like he was mental. No way, this man woke both of you up at four a.m. Unless. "Are you a morning person?" you muttered quickly as you stared daggers at him. He smiled lightly at your antics, "yeah?" he added, before taking another sip. "Oh no, you're a morning person," you said, then soon realized who your partner was. And that was a criminal, and his crime was waking up at four in the morning on a Saturday. You pretended to be disappointed. You soon shook your head no, "I can't believe it." He could tell you were just joking around with him.

"There's nothing wrong with waking up at three on a Saturday," Tim added, whilst smiling. You liked his smile. It was pretty to you because it warmed something in you. It made you feel safe and secure. "No, anything but that," you say, burying your face in your hands. "He doesn’t even realize the sins he’s just committed." you glanced at him in disbelief, then back to the ground. He took another sip of his coffee before placing it down.

He coughed into his sleeve. He coughed a lot. There was a lot he didn’t tell you, but yet again you didn’t ask. He recovered before looking at you again. "So, what happened last night?" you asked. You said something risky, but you deserved to know after cleaning him up. He was quiet for a moment before looking at you and responding with "Me and a few friends ran into trouble," he explained loosely. "The friends being Brian, Toby, and Kate, like normal." Tim fidgeted with his hands as the words came out.

You’d seen Brian a few times around the house when Tim was around. You knew a lot about Brian, at least from the stuff Tim shared with you. Those two had been friends for years and years, dating back longer than you and Tim’s relationship. You heard of Toby and Kate. More of Toby though. From what you heard, he did a lot of stupid shit. You hadn’t met them in person yet, though you wanted to.

"Our boss made us go on a mission again.' 'However, this one was much worse, much worse." he cringed whilst talking about it. He continued to think carefully before he spoke. His job was a whole different thing. You hadn’t a clue what it was, but you guessed something to do with delivery. Maybe he got stuck in traffic for hours or had a thunderstorm hit him. You looked at his face. He looked shaken up and uncomfortable talking about it. "Did you guys get jumped?" your words came out quietly, but there. "On the lines of that, yeah," he muttered as he pushed his thoughts away as Tim reached for his cup. That could explain all the marks on his arms and face from last night and the way he had that wretched crimson liquid all over him. You glanced at his face again, worried you’d see the blood again.

You scooted closer to Tim. He was uncomfortable with that subject, so you decided to change it. Which he noticed and accepted voluntarily. He removed one hand from his mug and moved it to you. He held your hand. You soon leaned against him. It was a comfortable silence. You could feel his loving gaze glance at you in curiosity. "I can’t believe I'm dating a morning person," you muttered as his hold on you increased. "I’m sure there are worse things than dating a morning person," he chuckled, as you squinted your eyes at him. You were tired from last night. Couldn’t you just drag him back to bed? It felt like a foolproof plan on your end. There was no reason why not. You faked a yawn, which he noticed. "Woah man, I'm tired.' ' We should head back to bed." you gave him the hint in the most obvious way.

He let go of your hand slowly. You could still feel his touch nonetheless. He sat there for a moment before exhaling. "You can go back to bed if you want," he said, knowing you wanted him there as well. You had a feeling he may have had a nightmare and just didn’t want to tell you about it. He had a habit of having to go through that, which probably led him to be a morning person. You recall him a few times, accidentally waking you up with his sudden, harsh, and desperate grip on you. The way he’d be out of breath and the way he got as close as possible to you as he could. The words he said during those times are things you will never forget. You’d always comfort him afterward, which he acted like he didn’t need. But, you could always tell he was highly grateful for it. He always seemed like a lost puppy until you grounded him.

You slowly put all of your weight on him and then started to fake snooze. He knew what you were doing and had no intention of fighting back. "You’ve been gone for weeks’ ‘What’s wrong with wanting to snuggle a little bit?" you slowly opened your eyes. He put down his mug as he placed his head against the top of yours. "You are persistent, you know that?" he mumbled as he took his weight off you, and you did the same.

He got up from the couch before, scooping you into his arms. He cradled you with ease. He made it seem like he carried people all the time. And you hadn’t a clue where he got his unhuman-like strength, but you didn’t mind because it came in handy plenty of times. For example, right now you weren’t lying when you said you were tired. You were exhausted from the stress and panic you had last night about him. You tucked your face into his chest. He smelt of a deep, rich coffee, with his clear smoking addiction coming through his jacket. You could tell he smoked a lot, but he had the respect not to smoke around you unless you asked him to. There were times you wondered if he ever took showers when he was out because the way he came home was always terrible. Sometimes you worry if he even takes care of himself out there.

But, here he was still standing strong. "I love you, Reader," he smiled softly. "Love you, too, Tim." he probably thought you couldn’t hear him, but you did. He seemed pleasantly surprised by this and didn’t mind. He brought you back to your shared bedroom and then, soon, gently placed you back on your respective side of the bed. You could feel your body sink into the soft mattress as he took off his jacket. You looked at the roof of your shared room. You’ve started at it plenty of times before, aimlessly. You remember trying to estimate the time it’d take for him to get back and counting down from there. Your guesses were always wrong, though. He went to his side of the bed, making sure not to rock the bed too much.

You heard him exhale deeply as he laid down with you. He pulled the covers over both of you before, pulling you against him. He had his head on your shoulder as he held you tightly. You were enveloped in his scent as well as his warmth as he spooned you. You could feel your drowsiness come back as he yawned. It seemed caffeine didn’t affect this man, or he just needed more than twenty cups of it to work.

"Do you hate the morning that much?" he smiled on your shoulder as you didn’t make any effort to hold yourself up. "Yep, and if my partner is a morning person, it is my duty to save them." you could feel him exhale quickly. "Thank you for your service," he said weakly as he saluted you. Cuddling with him was always the best. Maybe it was the way he talked or maybe just the way he held you. He reached a hand up to your face before gently rubbing your cheek meaninglessly. Both of you were under a soft, warm embrace, and neither of you wanted to let go of the comfort you two created. You could feel yourself slowly going adrift. Your eyes grew heavy as you could feel yourself starting to fall asleep. Tim embraced you softly as you fell asleep against him. And it wouldn’t be long before, he went back to bed with you. Nothing could be better than this. Well, maybe Tim not being a morning person would be it.

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someravenclaw · 1 year

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I just finished watching Seven Kings Must Die and I’m feeling a lot of emotions. I have thoughts and feelings I want to share!

SPOILER ALERT

I felt like it went from 0 to 100 really fast and Aethelstan caught me off guard! Wtf?! I actually felt bad for Aelfweard! Aethelstan had a point but it was still wild! I was a damn fool for believing that he was going to be different than the rest of his family and actually appreciate Uhtred. I have a soft spot for him and I was rooting for him!

Yes, he did redeem himself in the end but I will never forgive him for what he did to Aldhelm 😭 I was yelling at my tv, things like “No, he wouldn’t.” “No no no no!” “No, please! Not him!” “What the fuck?!” I cried a little bit and had to pause the movie in hopes of composing myself but that didn’t end up happening. That man was brave and loyal to the very end and I hated Aethelstan for killing him! I didn’t think he was capable of doing that, just as the other characters didn’t either but here we are. That’s when I realized that this mf lost it and just how bad he had gotten since season 5. Aldhelm deserved better 💔 Aldhelm was one of my favorite characters and it hurt seeing what happened to him after everything he’s done 😩 I was rooting for the other side at this point 😂🫣 he is soooo lucky that Uhtred forgave him and still helped him!

Osbert and Edmund unexpectedly became some of my favorites! I loved how Osbert promised Eadgifu that he would protect him and how he grabbed his hand when they were hiding! I was glad to see both Osbert and Uhtred teach him things that will be useful to him in the future. It seems that destiny is going to continue to bind Alfred and Uhtred’s family together. Alfred and Uhtred, Edward and Uhtred, Aethelstan and Uhtred (again), and now Osbert and Edmund.

I wasn’t really liking Eadgifu in the beginning because she was accusing Uhtred of being a traitor but I think she was just heartbroken. I liked her in season 5 and definitely liked her more by the end of the movie! I think that her and Uhtred had good chemistry, even if it wasn’t a romantic one. At one point I did think they were going to end up together but I’m glad they didn’t. That would’ve been weird.

I couldn’t believe that Pyrlig survived! I thought he was a goner and remembered when Brida asked him if his god would save him. That man has been dodging death!

Heartbroken because Aldhelm is dead.

Where was Hild????? I was disappointed that she wasn’t in the movie! I really liked her!

I was also expecting to see Stiorra or at least have her be mentioned but she never was. I’m sure she’s doing fine!

I wasn’t as sad as I thought I would be when it was looking like Uhtred was going to die on the battlefield. He has been through so much and he needs to finally rest. He helped 3 kings succeed but still got treated badly, lost loved ones, failed in regaining his home until season 5, suffered at the hands of other people, and he couldn’t seem to catch a break. I was surprised he was still alive by the time they brought him back home. I liked that the writers didn’t actually show if he survived or died and went to Valhalla. Speaking of Valhalla, I was thrilled to see everyone there! It was so nice! I wished we got to see other characters there too but it was still nice!

Did I mention that Aldhelm deserved better?

Overall, I liked the movie and thought the ending was great! I really liked how they transitioned from Bebbanburg back then to modern day! I was worried that Seven Kings Must Die wasn’t going to be good after the show ended very well but I’m pleased! Sad it’s over now but I’m glad we all got to enjoy such an amazing series!

#the last kingdom #seven kings must die #tlk #Uhtred #Finan #Sihtric #Aethelstan #Aldhelm #Eadgifu #Edmund #Osbert #Alfred the Great #Edward the Elder #Aldhelm deserved better #I’m still in distress #why am I still awake

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angelgoddard · 10 months

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i would like some of your views for my situation right now. i found out about loa and stuff 2 years ago. i’ve always wanted to manifest an entire differe life, everything different. i did affirming, visualization, void, sats, and many more but nothing worked. i came up with my own rules then, just deciding and affirming once then the desires will materialize into 3D, that didn’t work either. i don’t know what to do. everything is suffocating me, i literally cried for like an hour before i decided to ask you. everything is getting hopeless. i don’t know what i’m doing wrong. i keep repeating to myself, i have it i have it, done it for like 2 years. nothing worked till now. i kept questioning me if all these success stories could, why can’t i? i’m literally so discouraged and exhausted i just cry so often these days. please help. sos

hi baby :( i'm really sorry to hear about your struggles with the law! i was actually like this myself for a while too, i understood the law but i couldn't make any meaningful change in my life.

the way i got it together was by going back to the source. the book that helped me realize everything was "how to manifest your desires" by neville goddard. it was a long book, so i took my time going through it and read it whenever i was free to do so. the most important things to know are:

1. conciousness is the only reality.

2. persistence is key.

3. thoughts/emotions do not manifest.

4. you are not doing methods to "get", you are doing methods to stop hunger.

5. the sabbath state should be the goal, not getting desires in the 3d.

the manifestation process is very simple. one, decide what you want. two, persist in the assumption that you have what you want. three, fulfill yourself and the law will do its job. stop placing value on the 3d, and dwell in imagination. the reason you've been unable to make progress is because you're placing value on the 3d and not focusing on ending the inner man's hunger. you know these essentials, and all you have to do is apply.

settle down with one method. for you, i'd recommend staying away from the void and doing sats. (if you need a different method, feel free to send another ask and i can suggest smth else!) pick a single scenario that lasts no longer than a few seconds and loop it as you fall asleep. don't worry about feeling emotions or anything, just loop it. throughout the day, close your eyes and think fo your desires from the perspective of having them. do not attempt to police your thoughts or force them to be what you want them to be. let them pass by your mind with no acknowledgement unless they reflect the state in which you wish to be. do whatever you need to do in the 3d, but don't identify with any of it if it doesn't reflect your desires.

eventually you will get to the point in your journey where your thoughts will begin to naturally flow from the wish fulfilled state. you will begin to not feel the need to participate in any methods or affirmations. your desire will no longer be a desire, and rather something you have. your desire may be on your mind so much that it "haunts" you in a way that's familiar and not in a lacking one. this is called the sabbath state, which should be the true goal. the sabbath is the gestational period where movement occurs to grant you your desire in the 3d. (during the sabbath, you can still engage in methods if you wish.) when it does come, it shouldn't feel like something you've been desperately waiting for, but more like a pleasant event.

tldr;

1. focus on imagination only.

2. fulfill the inner man until you stop desiring.

3. place no value on the 3d.

4. stop forcing yourself to do something to "get". there is no getting because creation is finished.

you can do this! there is no failure in the law <3 i believe in you with my whole heart!

#law of assumption #answering asks #manifestation #miss know it all ♡#minnie luvs the law ♡

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thelustybraavosimaid · 1 year

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Hi there! I sent the ask you screenshotted about Sansa and Arya. Your post popped up in my recommended! I wanted to clear things up: I have come up with this kinder interpretation of the underlying source of Sansa’s atrocious treatment of Arya because I love Arya and it makes me sad to think that one of her only living family members really truly hates her. I think the way Sansa treated her is just awful and really inexcusable for a girl her age. I have a little sister and thought I “hated” her for the first few years of her life (when I 3-5) but I didn’t hate her. I was scared because I had separation anxiety my sister took up so much of my parents’ time and energy because she never slept and cried all the time. Of course I didn’t treat her anything like Sansa treated Arya, but I took these feelings I had as a very young child, this misplaced false “hatred” and tried to look for an explanation for Sansa’s behavior that wasn’t just true hatred. Because I’d love for them to reunite and eventually develop a healthy sibling relationship.

It’s not like I think she’s CONSCIOUSLY concerned for Arya. She’s never expressed concern for Arya and her whereabouts and safety in her chapters. But we’re hardwired to care for our family. I think she just struggles to reconcile her family love and her conformist nature because she’s a kid who doesn’t have the emotional maturity or self awareness to resolve these feelings. It’s like how Arya has occasionally expressed frustration with her struggles to perform in “ladylike” activities. Arya doesn’t truly wish she was more ladylike. What she really wants is to be accepted, loved, and praised. She sees Sansa being praised for these things and envies this praise. Thankfully, her desire to be herself outweighs her desire for praise, so doesn’t try to force herself to conform. Just another example of how kids sometimes misidentify their feelings.

I never meant to try to excuse Sansa’s behavior. I do not relate to her as a character at all. I relate mostly to Daenerys but also a lot to Arya, especially my childhood self. As we got older, my sister became a strict conformist whereas I’m a non-conformist and for most of our lives she’s been pretty cruel to me for being different. I guess in a way I project Sansa into her, if that makes sense, because that’s how I’ve come to understand my sister’s treatment of me. She does what she thinks she needs to do be treated well, and it stresses her out that I don’t conform. I think people do have a right to hate Sansa and criticize her treatment of Arya. I guess my only point is that I wish people gave her a little more sympathy and tried to see that her actions, though inexcusable, may have some more complications roots than just Sansa hates her sister.

If you’re going to like, accuse me of secretly being a Sansa stan, know that I have a replica of needle displayed on my wall. I truly wholly love Arya almost as much as I love Dany. Hopefully this is coherent!

I'm stopping at the part where you admit that your reasoning is based on a headcanon of yours.

That is quite literally the problem here and what I was addressing—you are minimising what is being said and mentioned in the text. You agree that it is horrendous how much Sansa does not care, nor would I say she actually holds much love in general for her. So what is the purpose of this exchange?

Not everyone in your family is going to like you. That's fine. The approach that Sansa has in regards to anything Arya does or says is not. It's deliberately abnormal on the author's part. That is why Sansa was created in the first place—as a means of discourse amongst the family.

Arya was one of the first characters created. Sansa came about as a total opposite b/c too many of the Stark family members were getting along and familes aren't like that. Thus, Sansa was created; he ended by saying they have deep issues to work out.

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Trying to excuse any part of their antagonistic dynamic in favour of a headcanon is not what the author intended.

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independentzaun · 1 year

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15 Questions for the writer

Tagged by @misstantabismuses @saviourofzaun and (on my other blog) @bioniczaunites

Tagging: Going to be honest I'mmmm pretty sure everyone I would tag has already been tagged buuut. @gauntlets-shot @misfits-of-zaun @perfect-fourth @sxlemnity @nithhaiahh @fleetingreflection @xxsacrificiumxx @elisethetraveller and you person reading this

1: Are you named after anyone?

Not really no. Not named after any relative or anything else like that.

2: When was the last time you cried?

Hmmm, really actually cried...I don’t cry often, but probably at some point during this last winter. There were a few times I was in a bad spot.

3: Do you have kids?

Nope, and to be honest that is not going to chance. No kids, no desire for kids, and I don’t think I’d be a good parent if I’m completely honest.

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

When talking to someone I know (talking talking not just texting or chatting or discord or whatever) I have been known to be a bit sarcastic, but over the years I’ve toned it down and gotten less sarcastic for one reason or another. So short answer is no, not really. Not any more.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I have never thought about that honestly. I am generally really good at noticing if they have tattoo’s visible (I like tattoo’s and have a few my own so it’s more curiosity than anything else), but I suppose first thing is… how they are dressed. If they have a hat on that has a slogan on it that makes me think they wouldn’t like someone like me, if it’s the middle of the day but they have on a nice dress or are other wise dressed well, a coat with patches on it or on the back, or whatever all else. People can tell you a lot by how they dress.

6: What's your eye colour?

Just brown I guess. Nothing special.

7: Scary movies or happy endings?

So first of all, IMO even most movies with “a happy ending” don’t really have a happy ending if you start thinking about it and what would probably happen afterwards and I have a real bad habit of thinking to myself “so what next?” and with a lot of movies “what next” is either a hasty bad marriage or trauma or something else. Leaving that aside… scary movies. Which as a random note IMO those are honest in a weird way about their endings. Yes the survivor/s are absolutely going to be traumatized, and scared, and have SO much to deal with afterwards but they did survive and that’s something (obviously excluding the ones in which no one survives). I wouldn’t say they have “happy” endings, but they (generally, there’s exceptions) have honest (within genre conventions yes of course the killer in a franchise didn’t actually die and if they did they will come back for the next movie or be replaced by someone in the same mask or whatever) endings and I like that.

8: Any special talents?

Does anxiety and thinking too much count?… Jokes aside I personally would say no, and before anyone says anything about my writing or whatever. It’s not a “special talent” it’s entirely too many years of writing into too many different places and reading too many books and I still have so many ways to improve.

9: Where were you born?

In the USA. I am well aware that doesn’t narrow it down a lot, but I think it gives you enough. I will say I’ve lived both West coast, and East coast, and have driven through a good chunk of the USA although not all of it.

10: What are your hobbies?

Currently, modeling (gundam models mostly), leather crafting, writing (role playing, I don’t really like writing just by myself except for drabbles to expand on stuff for RP purposes generally), and video games.

11: Have you any pets?

Two cats, and one dog. One of the cats was kind of forced on me, but it is what it is. They all have a home here.

12: What sport do you play/have you played?

I don’t play sports. Just not my thing personally.

13: How tall are you?

Five foot ten inches. Which looking at other peoples heights makes me kinda tall I guess.

14: Favourite subject in school?

I don’t know that I had one. I ended up getting a GED, and than when I did college I went for a computer science related degree and realized by the end I did not want to do that for a career so… that’s a bit of a problem. If I had to pick something I’d say probably history. It’s always interesting learning about the past.

15: Dream job?

I am going to be real honest here. I’m over thirty (which isn’t old but in conjunction with the next bit...) and disabled. I don’t have a dream job. My dream is to be able to consistently take care of everything around my house, and in my personal life to the standards I’d prefer. Not to mention I’m literally not allowed to make over a certain amount if I want to keep something that’s currently giving me health care and the like so there’s that.

Now for something less woeful, I will say that I would eventually like to start making money off of my leather crafting. Not to support myself with or whatever, but just so I can get back some of the money and expense that I put into it. I would just have to be careful with how much I make, and look into paying taxes and all on the sales.

#justmunthings

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