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Silent Love: Ch. 5 - "Good Guy."

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Four

Previous Chapter: Project Week

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 10,040

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 27th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Monday

The weekend was… tense.

That pissed you off.

It still pisses you off.

You’re still hurt, too.

Yuuji notices, he has yet to ask, but knowing that you came home upset with Sukuna after being happy the whole day with him, he has a feeling he knows the reason. “Do you want to watch this movie?” Yuuji asks, looking over his shoulder.

You take your eyes off the computer, looking at the TV. “No, that one looks sad.” You look back at your screen, “Can you play a comedy, or something?” You jump up at a thought for a moment, “Oh, wait, I know what, play the movie Selena.”

Yuuji tilts his head, “Selena?” He turns back to the TV, searching up the name on Netflix.

You nod, “Mhm, Selena, I have a feeling you’re going to like her.” You continue typing away at the computer while glancing at your notebook. You’re content with all the information you gathered during the week, however, you don’t know how to go about Sukuna’s “Mental Evaluation.”

Now that the two of you aren’t talking–aren’t even looking at each other–it feels wrong to write about him, more a less do your project on him. You sigh, dropping your head on your keyboard, “I hate this project, and I hate Gojo.”

Yuuji doesn’t respond, already sucked into the movie. Which is what you expected, Selena has that effect on people, even in her young age of childhood. You can’t imagine how Yuuji’s going to react when he finally sees her grown and a singer.

You shiver, the window no longer flooding the sun’s light, “Yuuji, I’m cold.” You whisper.

Yuuji waves his hand, “I have some extra blankets in my room, you can grab one–oh! There’s also some snacks in there, too. Bring them so we can watch the movie.” He starts to stand up, “I can help you find them–”

“No, it’s okay.” You put your hand out, stopping him while you stand up. “You enjoy the movie, I’ve seen it a million times with my mom. I practically have it memorized by now.” Yuuji nods, while you make your way to his room.

For a moment you pause and look at Sukuna’s door. It’s the same it’s been this whole weekend, closed and silent. It makes your stomach turn. You want to knock, you want to give Sukuna the benefit of the doubt, you really do, but you can’t. A part of you wishes you could go back in time and listen to what he had to say when he called your name on Friday, but you’re scared–no, you're terrified.

You want to know if he was going to apologize. Yet, another part of you knows that isn’t the case. And that is what scares you. You care for Sukuna, you lik–you shake your head–the idea of him rejecting you, or using you is terrifying.

What if he just tells you to leave him alone? You can’t bear to hear that again. You can’t bear to be a girl he forgets about. It’s so stupid. You’re being so stupid, you genuinely hate it.

You bite the corner of your bottom lip, pushing Yuuji’s door open and flicking on the switch. Only to quickly realize, it doesn't work, to be honest, you’re not entirely surprised by that, you were expecting much worse. Even when you open his closet and grab the snacks and blanket, you were expecting his unopened lego box collection to fall on you, luckily, it didn’t.

You wrap yourself with the blanket, and hold the snacks between your arms, “Yuuji, I think I found all of the snacks.” You yell from his room, closing the door behind you, “Your lego sets almost killed me, but–” You feel your stomach drop, your words dying. Your fingers almost go slack, but you catch yourself, tightening your grasp on the snacks in exchange.

Sukuna pressing his lips together, his eyes moving up and down your frame, before naturally looking at the women besides him. He can see your expression sour from the corner of his eye, and it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably.

The blonde woman laughs, “Oh, hi, baby. It’s been a hot second, huh?” She gives you a satisfied smile, her hands hanging on her hips, “Interesting look you got going there.” She points at you, her finger moving up and down your outfit.

It feels weird… knowing that he’s looking at you after actively avoiding you the whole weekend, and refusing to even breathe in your direction. You give both of them an uncomfortable look, “I’m home? What do you expect me to look like?” You want to move past them, you really do, but that feels embarrassing and uncomfortable. Besides… you’ve made a point to only wear your cute pajamas now that you live with two guys.

She wrinkles her nose, “Who knows.” She turns to Sukuna’s door, pushing it open with confidence. “Something that looks even a bit cute.” She enters the room with a happy skip, leaving you and Sukuna alone in the hall.

You look to the side, a bit of a hurt expression gracing your face.

Sukuna mindlessly mirrors your body language, but keeps his eyes on you. He’s observing you, looking at the snacks in your hands, along Yuuji’s thick blanket wrapped around your shoulder. He can hear his little brother watching a movie in the living room, a part of him wonders if it’s a movie night. Another part of his wonders if he can–

“Can you move?” Your eyes are still looking away from him, your fingers tight around the bags of snacks, you can hear them crinkle underneath your fingers. “Yuuji’s waiting for me.”

Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek, nodding. He pushes himself to the wall, watching as you pass him. He can smell you shampoo and perfume, he can also see the way your eyes look a bit glossy. But, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to say anything.

You bite your bottom lip the moment you enter the living room, quickly wiping your eyes as you move behind Yuuji. Hugging him from behind while the blanket engulfs both of you. You close your eyes, sighing into his trapezius, completely relaxing into his body. You’re a bit surprised he can hold up your whole weight without even flinching.

Yuuji keeps his attention to the screen while asking, “You okay?” You nod into his shirt, letting your arms drape over his shoulder as you hold him close. He just nods, leaning into you and taking one of the snacks you took from his room.

You open your mouth, your eyes blurring and turning glossy again as Yuuji pops a chip into your mouth.Stupid Sukuna. Why is liking you so fucking hard?

“I think I’m in love.” Yuuji mindlessly mumbles.

You laugh a tiny bit, moving away from him and back to your computer. “Don’t worry, I was too.” You’re back to typing away, stealing glances at the TV, but mostly Yuuji. Drinking up all his reactions to the movie. “Hate the way it feels, though.”

“I invited Nobara and Megumi.” He tells you randomly, looking at you with glossy eyes. “I’m sorry, but this movie is too good to watch alone.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hands, “I also told them to bring pizza and tissues.” He smiles to himself, “Also those delicious cheese sticks from Claim Jumpers.”

You smile, happy Yuuji can give you some semblance of a break. If anything, you’re more than grateful you’ve met Yuuji. Of course, technically, he is the one who brought you into this mess, but is the same one who manages to make everything feel better.

You nod into him, “Great call, babe.”

—

Megumi’s eye twitches, “What the hell is going on?” He’s looking at you like you're the reason. Which… you are, but he’s not supposed to automatically assume that. “Why is Yuuji crying…? Again?” Megumi places his hand over his eyes, and you swear you can hear him whisper, ‘Why is he always crying?’

You sheepishly play with the end of your shirt, “I introduced him to Selena, and this is the first time he’s seeing the movie.” You scratch your cheek, glancing back to Yuuji with a worried expression, “Uh, I didn’t expect it to affect him… this much.”

Megumi furrows his eyebrows, his eyes twitching for a moment, “Oh…” He places the pizza on the dining room table, along with passing Yuuji the box of tissues. “I thought he was joking, but…” He’s giving Yuuji and uncomfortable look.

Nobara looks at the screen, shaking her head. “Ah, no, it’s Selena. Completely reasonable.” She pops open the pizza box, picking a silence. “Cried my eyes out the first time she showed me this movie.” She bites the pizza with a distant expression, mumbling, “Memories.”

You grab a slice too, “I did, too. I just thought Yuuji would absolutely love Selena.” You glance at him, watching as he’s absolutely engrossed in the movie, you laugh a bit before grabbing a napkin and sitting down next to him, lifting the pizza to his mouth so he can take a bite. “Besides, this is supposed to be sad.”

Megumi looks at the screen, “The music is nice.”

“How can you listen to this song and not cry?” Nobara adds, however, she's eyeing you and Yuuji. “Dreaming of you," is a certified cry song. Something you listen to when your heart is breaking, you need a good cry, or just need a good song to listen to.”

You nod feverishly, agreeing with Nobara. Passing Yuuji another bite of his pizza. “Nobara gets it, Megumi, we just need to convert you now.”

“Hard pass.” He sits down at the table, scrolling through his phone.

You laugh.

“You and Yuuji seem close.” Nobara sits down next to you with a smile, “Something happened during the week you’ve been here?” She wiggles her shoulder suggestively, passing you a look you can’t help but roll your eyes at.

But, it’s quickly replaced with shock when her words settle in your mind, “It’s only been a week?!” There’s actually no way. “Oh my god, please say you’re lying.”

“It hasn’t.” Megumi shakes his head, which gives you some form of relief, before he quickly adds, “More like two.” For some reason, that makes it even worse.

You’re almost spiraling at that, how the hell has it only been two weeks?! You blink a few times, “Uh, that’s amazing…” You let Yuuji take another bite of the food, “I genuinely don’t think that I’m going to make it till the end of finals.”

Nobara leans her head on your shoulder, but a small worried look graces her face. “Hey, are you okay?” She examines your face, noticing the bags and dreariness in your eyes. “You look rough. Mostly tired.” Then, she gasps like a madwoman, her eyes growing with excitement. “Wait, don’t tell me! You and Suk–”

“I won’t tell you.” You cut her off, taking an aggressive bite into the pizza. Only to remember that the pizza isn’t yours, it’s Yuuji, and you internally scold yourself. You look at Yuuji, then Megumi, then back at Nobara, whispering, “At least, not right now…”

This makes Nobara light up, “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!” She whispers back excitedly, jumping up slightly. She grabs your shoulders, wiggling you, “I’m actually so jealous, I can’t believe you actually—“

“Stop assuming things.” You whisper aggressively, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll tell you later.” You pout, looking at the screen with furrowed eyebrows. “That’s if I still like you by them.” You mumble.

“I’m totally sleeping over.” Nobara says with a smirk, letting her head fall on your nape, “Girls night, you need to fill me in on all the shit the two of you did together.”

Yuuji passes you a questionable look, which makes you groan, pushing her away and mumbling, “Shut up.” Yet, Nobara is quick at your side again.

“Did you bring the cheese sticks?” Yuuji asks, looking at Megumi, he cocks his head in your direction, “We’ve been waiting patiently for them.”

You swear you imagined it, but you swear that you can see Megumi's subtle smile. Looking down at his feet while he bites the side of his cheek, a small huff of air leaving his nose. His voice comes in shaky as he says, “C-Cheese sticks?”

Nobara burst into a fit of laughter, falling on her back while she points and laughs at the two of you. You give her a questionable look, confused on her amusement, “What? What’s so funny?” You look at Yuuji for support, only to see his equally confused expression, “We literally just want our cheese sticks.”

Nobara’s laughter grows more frantic, while Megumi’s subtle smile turns into a full on laugh.

Yuuji raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, you mimic his actions. “What? They’re good?” He says quietly, confused on what could possibly be so funny.

Nobara points at Yuuji, trying to collect herself as she forces out, “W-Wait, you call them cheese sticks?” She wipes her eyes.

Yuuji’s eyebrows furrow, absolutely confused. “Yeah? What… what else would they be called?” He laughs awkwardly, passing the two of them an unsure smile.

Nobara looks at you for a second, laughing lightly. “Yuuji, babe, love of my life. Man I will marry, and love for the rest of my days. Pray that one day I will die hand to hand with.” She hugs him, pushing you out of the way. “They’re called mozzarella sticks.” She whispers.

Yuuji shakes his head, “Yeah, no. They’re not.” He looks at Megumi, desperately in your opinion, “Megumi, tell her. They’re cheese sticks, right?” There’s a bit of uneasiness in his voice, almost shaky.

Megumi slowly looks to the side, taking a bite of his pizza. “Yuuji…” He softly starts, keeping his composure, “I could’ve sworn we talked about this a little while ago, and..”

Yuuji shakes his head, “Don’t tell me.”

Megumi nods, “I’m sorry to tell you… again.”

“I feel sick.” He grabs your shirt, calling your name desperately, “Be here for me, be on my side, what are they called…?” You swear you can see some tears pearling in his waterline.

“Uh..” You pass an unsure glance at Nobara, “Are they really called mozzarella sticks?” Your question is just as uneasy as Yuuji is right now, and you think rightfully so. Was your whole childhood a lie?

Nobara gives you a somber look, looking down and closing her eyes. Almost as if you told her your favorite celebrity had finally gotten into a relationship with someone. “I’m… not sorry.”

Yuuji hunches over, grabbing his stomach. “Wow…” He whispers, “I feel like my life has changed.” He shakes his head, grabbing his mouth, “And, not for the better…” You pat his back accordingly, this is just as equally as a tragedy to you, as it is to Yuuji.

“So, every time I’ve gone to Claim Jumpers with you guys and asked for cheese sticks, the waiters just?... never corrected me?” Yuuji looks absolutely shocked, passing you a glance, “So, yesterday when we ordered some, we must’ve looked like dumbasses.”

You let out a breath of disbelief, “What the hell…?”

Nobara plots herself on the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t believe you idiots thought they’re called cheese sticks.” She waves her hand cockily, “If you guys look like idiots, obviously the two of you are.”

Yuuji narrows his eyes at her, “Did you even bring them?”

Nobara loudly laughs, “No.”

—

“So, tell me babe.” Nobara slides the shirt you lended to her over her head, then jumps on your bed. “What’s going on between you two? Friends with benefits, situationship, maybe even secretly dating?” She smirks to herself, whispering, “Secretly dating…” One more time for good measure.

You kick your lounge shorts to the side, bending down and grabbing some sleeping pants to keep warm, “None of that, Nobara.” You push your hair over your shoulder, “You and your imagination, I swear.”

“Not true, I’m just trying to get the juicy details.” She gives you an annoyed look, pointing at your body, “I’m sorry, but with how hot you are and how unfairly hot Sukuna is, there had to be so much sexual tension, I’m so upset I couldn’t have seen it.”

“Nobara!” You say, a bit louder than you would’ve liked. “I don’t like him right now, and you’re making it really hard for me to take you seriously.” Your face is burning up, her implications slowly starting to get to you.

“Yeah, sure, honey.” Nobara places her hand over her lips to hide her catty smile, looking to the side and singing, “I’m sure you “hate” him.” She uses her free hand to make a lewd motion that looks similar to intimately shaking a soda bottle.

You feel your eyes twitch, your face burning up even more. “Oh my god. I’m goin–I hope you kill yourself.” You place your face in your hands, shaking your head, “No. I’m going to kill myself, I swear…”

She laughs, leaning back in your bed and picks up the stuffed bunny she gave you long ago. “You love me so much, I know, I know.” Yet, her face falls a bit, “Okay, but, seriously. Are you okay? You look… tired. More so than normal.”

You press your lips together, moving to your vanity and sitting down in front of the mirror. Pulling at the bottom of your eyes, “Yes.” You shrug, “I don’t know, but…” You sigh, already knowing Nobara is going to absolutely lose her mind, “The whole week was–” You shake your head, just pull off the bandaid, “We did something on Friday at the party.”

Nobara blinks a few times, before screaming into the bunny excitedly, “No way! No way! Yes, way!” She wiggles her shoulders, hugging the bunny, “You have to tell me everything that happened, did you suck him out?” She loudly gasps, “Did he suck you off? Or… eat you out?”

“No!” You yell at her, throwing a lipliner at her head. Which she dodges with ease, you turn back to the mirror, “Oh my god, can you like not for five seconds?”

Nobara gives you an exasperated look, “What? I’m sorry but, can you blame me?” She taps her chest, “You’ve never done anything with anyone, you can’t be mad because I’m excited for you.” She does sound excited, but you wish it was directed somewhere else right now.

You grab a wet wipe, removing your makeup, “I know and I would be too, if it wasn’t for–” You falter, your hand pausing, “Right before I…” You feel your face heat up, “When I was close to finishing, he–”

Nobara tilts her head, sitting up in your bed and looking at you through the mirror. “Close to finishing? He was getting you off?” She smiles a bit, “Babe, you can’t throw these hot single lines at me and not tell me the juicy details.”

“..Yes, he was… you know.” You let your eyes move to the side, “We were doing stuff at a party… in a laundry room, while my clothes were getting washed.”

Nobara gawks at this, “Oh my god… I’m so jealous.” She shakes her head, “Okay, I’m sorry, actually continue now.”

You continue whipping your eyes, “Remember how I told you about our deal? About how we’d only be friends for like a week for the project, then just kind of forget about each other?” You press your lips together.

Nobara looks to the side in thought, “Maybe, I don’t–just tell me what happened?”

“He threw it in my face while we were doing that.” You bite your bottom lip, “Told me he was happy I finally gave in before the week was over.” You toss the makeup wipe on your desk, pushing yourself away from the vanity. “I just–I like him, Nobara, and I know I shouldn’t, but I do. And, I thought he liked me too, he was starting to be… human, but I guess not…”

Nobara wraps her arms around you, “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” She rubs your back, pulling away while her hands stay on your shoulders, “I genuinely feel so shitty now, I really didn’t know. You don’t deserve that.”

“You were distracted by his hot face.” You give her a small smile, but there’s some pain littered through it. “I don’t blame you, I was too.”

Nobara laughs for a moment, “I get it, my asshole has a hot face, too.” She leans close, her cheek touching yours, “He also knows how to use his hands.”

“Tell me about it.” You pull her on your bed, pulling the thick blanket over your heads. Creating a small fort of sorts. “And now he’s in his room with the girl he told me he blocked.” You think for a moment, “Actually, it’s the girl he blocked twice, one of them then he told me to do.”

Nobara makes a face, it’s a bit smug, “Okay, I know we hate him right now, but like…?” She lifts her hands, moving them up and down as if she were balancing something. “Ate…” She laughs a bit, “Devoured… I fear.”

You place your hand over your mouth, shouting a small, “I know.” Before shaking your head, “Okay, stop, I’m supposed to hate him right now.” You look to the side, “But, yeah, I totally ate that shit up. He could’ve asked me to strip and I probably would’ve done it.” You shake your head, “Back on topic. Hate him, we hate him.”

“Back to hating him.” Nobara says completely seriously. Creating an ‘x’ with her hands. “He’s not even that hot.”

You nod in agreement, before thinking, “Well… let’s not be crazy here.”

Nobara sighs, “I know..” She says a bit disappointed, “I thought lying to ourselves would make us feel better, but I’m afraid I feel the same.” You nod in agreement.

Your eyes light up, remember something, “By the way, I hope you brought some headphones.” You reach for yours, wiggling them in the air.

Nobara gives you a questionable look, before slowly saying, “Why?” She takes them from you, allowing her fingers to run over the cold metal. They’re heavy, and feel really nice. She puts them on, and instantly notices their sound proof.

That makes her stomach turn a bit.

You pull them off her head, letting them fall into your lap. “Haven’t I told you what happened on my first day here?” You tap your bottom lip, thinking for a moment, “I could’ve sworn I did…”

“You probably did.” She falls back on your bed, getting comfortable in your soft sheets. “Sometimes I just stop listening, you tend to yap a lot.” She cattily smirks, closing her eyes completely pleased with herself.

“I will make you sleep with Yuuji tonight, Nobara. Don’t test me.” You deadpan, grabbing a pillow and slapping it over her face. She dramatically puts one of her hands in the air. You smile at this, “I know you’re not going to be happy with how loud he snores.”

“No! Not again, I’ve been hit!” She laughs into the pillow, “Oh, but please do. I’m sure adding more blackmail into my Yuuji collection will make me happy.” She pulls the pillow away from her face, tapping your cheek. “There’s no winning for you here, babe.”

You slap her hand away from your face, “I hate you.”

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 28th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Tuesday

Eating breakfast with Yuuji is an activity you didn’t think you would miss, until right now.

Yuuji hands you a paper towel, “Now, watch me.” He places the paper towel over the bowl, covering the flakes underneath the towel. “Watch carefully.” He whispers, now placing his palm over the towel and applying pressure to it, crushing the flakes underneath his palm.

“Why are we–how does this enhance the eating experience, Yuuji?” You mimic his actions, feeling the flakes awkwardly poke and prod at your skin under the pressure.

“Trust me, I’ve done this since I’ve gained consciousness.” Yuuji reassures, peeling off the paper towel and looking at the now small flakes, then nodding to himself in approval. “Perfect, now we can add the milk.

You remove your towel and allow Yuuji to pour in the milk, swirling your spoon in the food. “Okay, and I’m allowed to eat it now, right?” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, “You won’t throw out my food again, right?”

Yuuji sighs, taking a bite of the cereal while mumbling, “Don’t patronize me.”

You follow suit, taking a bite of the food and humming with satisfaction. “Yuuji…” You begin, chewing your food slowly to build suspense. Placing your finger in a curve above your lips.

Yuuji’s eyes light up with excitement, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah!”

You nod a few more times, taking another spoonful and chewing slowly. “Yes, I see.” You look him dead in the eye, “It’s… exactly the same.” That’s not a complete lie, but you can admit it’s more fun to eat now. Less poky and hard.

Yuuji collapses on the floor, crumbling to his knees. “You kill me a little every single day.” He sticks his tongue out, a small ‘bleh!’ leaving his mouth, “If I die at the ripe age of forty, I’m blaming you.”

You laugh, patting his head while you continue to eat your food. “It’s okay Yuuji, I’ll probably be in my death bed right next to you.” You quickly finish your meal, placing it in the sink while lowering Yuuji’s bowl to his height. Allowing him to take it from your hands and continue his food.

“I’m going to be getting ready.” You pat his head again, a part of you tempted to kiss his head, but you suffice with the head pat. “You enjoy your food, babe, I’ll be getting changed.” You start to walk to your room, before pausing for a moment, “Also, I’m not going to my classes today.”

Yuuji stuffs his face with food, while his eyebrows pull together in a worried expression. “What, why?” He stands up, shoving his plate in the sink. “Are you not feeling well? Or, did something else happen?” He’s worried, which is endearing.

“No, I’m okay.” You reassure him, and continue to your room with Yuuji behind you. “I just have some work to catch up on, and some other stuff happening.” You wave your hand dismissively, “Some family stuff I need to work out with my parents.”

Yuuji pouts, “Oh, I hope everything works out, then…” He scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks tinting in red ever so slight, “If… if you have anything you want to talk about, I know Nobara is your best friend and all, but you can talk to me, too.”

You stop, looking at him from your shoulder with a bit of a dumbfounded look, before a smile builds on your lips. Immediately turning on your heel and hugging him, arms snuggly around his torso. “Don’t worry, Yuuji, it’s nothing bad.” You squeeze him a bit tighter, then pull away while smiling at him. “And, thank you.” You tilt your head, “I hope you can also come to me with any problems you might have.”

Yuuji smiles at that, nodding eagerly. “I promise I will!”

“You make it sound like you’re going to look for a reason to cry in my arms now.” You move to your door, pushing it open with a small huff.

“Maybe, I am.” Yuuji grabs his red converse and sits down on the floor to put them on, “Uhg! Ouh!...” He groans, placing his fist against his chest as if he stabbed himself, “I think I’ve been stabbed, or worse…” He lets his head fall, “I think my childhood trauma is coming back again.”

You laugh, moving from your door and hugging his head, pulling it into your chest. “Awh, my poor poor baby, it’s okay.” You tap his head, kissing his hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Yuuji lets his hands fall slack to his sides, you can feel his lashes blinking, tickling your skin slightly. “I…” He slowly starts, a bit unsure, “Uh, I don’t know if I weirdly like this, or really, really hate it.”

You loudly laugh, finally standing back up, “Maybe, you’re touched deprived.” You enter your room, “It’s okay if you are, Yuuji, we all are.” You glance at your room, the clock on your drawer catching your attention. It makes you loudly gasp, “Wait, Yuuji, it’s almost time for the bus to be here!”

Yuuji panics, shoving his shoes on while not bothering to tie the laces. “Oh crap! I completely forgot about the time!” He pushes himself on his feet, running into his room and grabbing his bag, sloppily throwing it over his shoulders.

You giggle a bit, pushing yourself on the hallway wall and letting him pass you, “Have a good day Yuuji, I’ll wait for you to come back.” You kindly wave goodbye, but it’s not returned, which you don’t dwindle too much on.

You move to your room, picking out an outfit which was somewhat suitable for a nice day in, while being equally as comfortable. Some black yoga pants, with some white socks and matching leg warmers, along with an oversized gray sweatshirt.

You’re quick to grab your computer, opening it up only to get an unfavorable reminder of the unfinished project you have yet to complete. It’s definitely… close to being complete, but close in the sense of; You feel like it’s only a few more paragraphs, but the moment you start writing you realize how much more you have to add before it’s actually done.

Whatever, you have the whole day to try and complete it.

You open your contacts, click your father’s name for a facetime and hold your breath until he picks up. You’re immediately greeted by his forehead when he does answer, which makes you stifle a small laugh.

“Hi, dad.” You whisper, waving politely as you scoot back and lean on your bed, your computer propped on the small coffee table, “You need to bring the phone back more, so I can see you.” You say with a small laugh.

“Oh.” He extends his arm all the way, letting you see the room he’s in and a good chunk of his body. “Is that better?”

You laugh, nodding your head, “Mhm, it’s perfect.” You grab a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, “You can set up the phone on something, that way you don’t have to hold it.” You point at the desk behind him, “Set it up on your desk.”

You dad nods, setting up the camera–with a few slips–and nodding to himself in pride once it sits comfortably on the light. “I got it, baby, I told you I could do it.” He gives you a cheeky thumbs up, before narrowing his eyes at the phone.

You mimic his actions, before crossing your legs over one another, “Do you like the place? I get free accommodation for this month.” You say with an unsure smile, twisting your computer to let the camera record the whole room.

“Nothing is for free…” He tells you with an unimpressed expression.

“No, I’m very much living here for free.” You push your hair behind your shoulders, “Although, I do have to live with…” You cringe, taking in a deep breath. “I have to live with two brothers…” You awkwardly wait for your father’s reaction, but it doesn’t come. Which makes you feel even worse if he just scolds you.

He thinks for a moment, “Are they making you clean or cook for them? Or worse?” He grabs his chest, “...Are they–are they distracting you from your studies?” He seems extremely distressed by this idea, almost tearing up.

You slap your head, “No, dad, they’re not distracting me from my studies, or making me clean or cook for them.” You lean on the table, resting your cheek on your hand, “You already know I can’t cook for the life of me.”

Your dad thinks again, “Huh, I guess you’re right.” He sighs, “What are we going to do with you?” He stands up, “Here, I’m guessing you want to see your mom, I’ll go get her for you.” He pretends it’s a chore, dragging his feet on the ground, while loudly sighing, before laughing to himself and prancing away.

You giggle, waiting patiently for your mom. When she does, she sits on the chair of the desk, passing you a small wave. Her face is extremely relaxed, drooping a bit.

You wave with a smile, “Hi mom.”

You watch as she lifts her hands, waving back. Her face remains the same, uninteresting and droopy. Paralyzed, and unable to move. But, you know if she could, she would smile back at you.

You feel your bottom lips wobble, before you narrow your eyes at her, “Have you been taking your meds? I know you tend to get off them.” You point your finger at her playfully, “I know you tend to go long without them, too. It’s probably why you can hear colors now.”

She laughs, but it’s more gargled and tiresome, mumbled in an inhuman way, her face remains the same, but her throat contracts with her laughter. She lifts her hands, telling you, “I have been taking them, doctor.”

You nod approvingly, finally looking at her face again, “Good. I don’t want to make a call again.” It’s a bit humorous now, but not three weeks ago when your dad—with full seriousness—screamed at you, ‘She’s off her meds!’ Which… is the situation boiled down to something funny and simple. It unfortunately didn’t feel like that when it happened.

“You are living somewhere new? I heard you said for free.” Your mother tells you, her hands are a bit shaky with age. It’s something you’ve grown used to.

“Yeah, I made a friend and they offered their place to me when the original apartment didn’t work out.” You sigh, waving your hand dismissively, “I’ll tell you all about it when I come for Christmas. It’s a long story.”

Your mom pauses for a moment, and you know, if it weren’t for her paralyzed face, she would be smiling at you right now. It hurts when you think about something in that nature. “Can not wait to hear, baby.”

You nod, a bit of worry falling over your face, “Are you okay? I’m sorry I had to leave so fast, but I couldn’t miss another week of school.” You shake your head, scratching the back of your head. “I’m actually really behind right now, and had to skip today…”

“Naughty girl.” She shakes her head, “I thought I taught you better. But, I’m alright, just a bad episode. Nothing I couldn’t tough through.” She taps her face, looking at it through the call, “Besides, who knew it would be that bad, right?”

You can’t help but feel your chest tighten a small bit, “Yeah…” You lean to the side, trying to find a way to change the conversation. “But, uhm, how has the family been? Anything interesting happened in the few weeks I left?” You pass her a shaky uneven smile.

“Thank you for coming.” Your mother tells you, “I’m sure it was scary to receive that call, I’m sorry I put you through that.” Ever since you were a teen, she developed the ability to read you like an open book.

You pass her an empathetic smile, shaking your head softly, “Don’t worry, I was just freaking out. Besides, I’m always happy to help, it’s why I stayed so long, mom.” You wave your hand reassuringly. “I love you.”

She nods, lifting her hand. She points her pinky up, then, her pointer and thumb. Followed by her pinky and thumb, while she presses the rest of your fingers to her palm. It’s a phrase you’re more used to reading from her, than you are hearing from her. “I love you.”

It makes your chest squeeze, your eyes glossing over just a bit.

The rest of the conversation is brief, saying a quick hi to your sibling, and telling a few details about your academic life. Mentioning a few names such as Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, and–of course–Sukuna. Of which she picks up on an unsure eyebrow quirk.

She is all over that. All of which you shut down immediately. Well, not immediately… or very firmly. But, enough to where she’s sufficing with a small head nod.

Even when the end calls, you’re still reeling in slight embarrassment, cupping your face as you try to calm down. Curse, Sukuna. He can go away forever. Speaking of Sukuna, you really need to give that project more of your attention.

You instinctively reach for your phone, for the video message recorded on it, only to remember, “Shit, I left it in the kitchen.” You open your door, moving to the kitchen. You can hear a muffled conversation, which you don’t think much of–unfortunately–in favor of your cellular device.

You falter for a moment when your eyes land on the couple standing at the front door. Sukuna’s back is to you, leaning on the door frame, while the blonde woman is talking to him with a sweet smile. An airy laughing while occasionally pushing his shoulder, chest, or arm

You instantly want to turn back, come back to retrieve your phone in a few minutes, but before you can do that, you and the blonde woman lock eyes. Her sentence or obnoxious laugh–you can’t tell what the difference is–coming to a quick pause.

She waves, grabbing Sukuna’s arm while saying, “Awh, look! It’s your little roomie.” She smiles, when Sukuna finally turns to look at you, “You should probably spend some time with her, I know she’s jealous since I have your attention.”

You glare at her, hate and spite brewing in your head, venom to spite back at her bubbling your throat and burning to be let loose. But, you compose yourself, passing her a simple eye roll and walking to the kitchen to retrieve your phone.

“Damn, looks like she’s scared of me.” She whines, “Looks like you aren’t his favorite anymore, huh?” She sings, tilting her head to the side, to peer at you from the door frame. “Don’t worry, I completely understand, I would be upset if I wasn’t his favorite toy anymore–”

“You’re ugly, and your sexy face is absolutely horrendous.” You tuck your phone into your yoga pocket, “I would know, I saw the picture.” You loosely point at Sukuna, “In fact, we laughed at you. Then, he told me to block you, for the second time.” You blink a few times, “Babe, we both know you’re not even a toy to Sukuna, you’re just a fly.”

She blinks a few times, her eyes moving to Sukuna in some form of support, only to see it not given to her. It’s just a side profile of Sukuna looking at you while he bites the inside of his cheek. Is the fucker trying not to laugh at her?! She scoffs, turning on her heel and leaving the house. Slamming the door behind her.

You’re upset, and Sukuna can see that.

“You know, some support would’ve been nice?” You whisper, but your voice grows with spite as you add, “Defending myself is fucking embarrassing. Especially when you’re fucking her while I’m in the same house as you.” You go to the kitchen to grab your phone, tucking it into your pocket once you finally get it in your hands.

Sukuna doesn’t say anything, “Things aren’t lik–”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to hear it.” You wave him off, making your way back to your room. “You’re clearly too caught up in old nasty habits to be talked to.” You huff, instantly hugging yourself for some weird form of comfort.

Sukuna’s eye twitches, and something inside him snaps at your words. He doesn’t know why, but it sets him off, all the weird and unknown emotions from the weekend bubbling up and spitting venom at you. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Sukuna barks at you, moving after you with heavy footsteps.

You instantly turn on your heel, making him stop dead in his tracks while you point at his face. “Don’t you even start with that! Don’t give me the innocent, ‘I did absolutely nothing!’ Bullshit, because you did. You know exactly what you did!” Suddenly, it feels like the stresses from the past weeks you’ve been through are boiling up and spitting out.

Sukuna takes a few steps back while shoving his head into his sweat pockets. “Sure, tell me then? What did I do?” He glares at you, passing you an annoyed eye roll. “What did I do to you that was possibly so fuckin’ bad?”

You scoff at this, rolling your eyes as you turn your head away from him. “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, Sukuna. Why don’t you piece together the puzzle for me?” You wrinkle your nose, pinching the bridge of it.

“What? You’re going to be like every other girl and throw the ‘I was using you,’ excuse at me? God, that shit is so fuckin’ annoying.” He rolls his eyes, waving you off. “You’re acting like you’re so innocent and perfect, too pretty and sweet to ever hurt anyone.”

You blink a disbelief, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Sukuna laughs at you, “Oh, as if you don’t know.” He pulls his hands out his pockets, sitting on the ledge of the couch. “You’re worse than me.” He looks away from you, licking his teeth, “I’ve seen the way you hang off Yuuji. Toying and touching his body. Then, follow me around with hearts in your eyes.”

You scowl at him, “Are you kidding me?!” You slap your hands over your eyes, “I already told you me and Yuuji are just friends. How many times do I need to drill that into your head?!”

Sukuna scoffs at that, “Right, and you’re telling me Yuuji knows that? That he’s just letting you do these things to him. Letting you get close and show him love without anything else behind it?”

You can see where he's coming from, but you’re too pissed to care. You’re not looking at him, “Oh my god, what is this even about? I’ve already told you, no, I’m just his friend. I care about Yuuji, and I don’t want to do anything with him.” You explain, a bit desperately. “He is more than aware of that.” Yuuji knows I like you.

“Right, you’re just so helpful. Never hurting anyone by saying or doing anything that could hurt them.” Sukuna rubs his face exasperated, “I swear, you’re just like everyone else–”

This makes you follow him into the living room, “I can’t believe you’re grouping me with other girls right now, I can’t believe you’re treating me like I’m some other girl you can just–”

“Throw out?” He cuts you off, walking into the living room. Your expression falls at this, your shoulders tensing, while pain dancing between your eyes. Sukuna feeds off this. “Yeah, believe it or not, doll, you’re not that special, a week spent with me isn’t going to give you any sort of special treatment.” He laughs, pointing at the kitchen, “If you want, I can give you a cookie if that’ll make you feel better.”

You feel your eyebrows furrow, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. “Why is it wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? It feels like you’re trying to hurt me right now.” You gesture at him, “I swear, you’re acting like you don’t know me.”

“Because, I don’t. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, this is what we agreed on.” Sukuna throws his hands in the air annoyedly.

“Stop saying that!” You can feel your eyes glaze over a bit, which makes you turn your back to him and move to the dining room table. “That whole deal–is fucking bullshit, stop bringing it up. It isn’t helping you right now.”

You can hear Sukuna sigh, rolling his eyes as he says, “Right, completely forgot. How could I forget the amount of times you threw it in my face during the week. Shit, completely my fault.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, your jaw dropping a bit, “Are you mad at me?” You ask in shock, “Oh my god, wait, do you think you’re the victim here? Do you really think that I’m the bad guy, and you’re somehow–”

“You’re not the good guy.” Sukuna barks back, “Fuck. Why do you think you’re the good person here? You’re just like me–”

“What are we talking about?!” You yell, “I have no idea why you’re mad at me–just tell me what’s wrong, or what I did wrong.” You sigh, leaning your head back slightly with exhaustion, “You can’t throw an argument in my face, when I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“That makes it worse.” He tells you, a bit more calmly than before, “You have your reason why you’re angry with me, and I have mine.”

“But, you can’t be mad at me over something I’ve never done!” You’re raising your voice again, and you will scold yourself later, but right now your emotions are all over the place. “Just tell me why you’re mad at me.”

Sukuna bites his cheek, looking away with an annoyed expression, “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, doll, why don’t you piece the puzzle together for me.” Instantly, your words from Thursday bounce in his head, and his chest tightens in pain. Now, this conversation hurts.

It really hurts.

“The stuff you said at the party.” You start, your hands shaking, this conversation is what you’ve been terrified to have. Now, you’re forced to have it with your emotions running wild, and no game plan on how to approach it. “You did stuff with me, knowing you were just going to dump me the next day.”

Sukuna passes you an unreadable expression, “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that, you constantly reminded both of us.” He passes you a cocky smile, “Don't forget, you were the one who literally said you were a burner phone the day before. What else was that supposed to mean? I’m supposed to keep you around after I make the call?”

“Are you seriously saying that since I was used, you didn’t need me anymore?” You’re in disbelief, but more importantly, in so much more pain. “You just want to toss me out?”

It’s silent.

It’s so silent, you can hear your heart beating in your heart. A part of you thinks you can hear Sukuna’s.

Sukuna leans back on the arm rest of the couch, licking his canines as he looks away from you. “What else would burner phone mean?” He’s still not looking at you, but his expression isn’t filled with anger anymore, it looks more… pained. It looks like.. Sukuna is equally as hurt as you. “You said it yourself.” When he says your name to punctuate the sentence, it feels like a weapon stabbing into your chest.

You feel your bottom lips wobble, “No, stop.” You whisper at him, “You knew, and I knew, that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t just going to pretend nothing happened, the deal was a lie from the moment we made it. We knew this. You knew this.” You finally turn to look at him, finding composure to finally speak. “I know–and you can lie to my face, say you don’t care about me, but I know you do.” It’s scary to say that, knowing he may disagree.

Sukuna stills at this, unsure of what to say, before forcing the words out, “Don’t flatter yourself.” He crosses his arms over his chest, “I swear, it’s like you actually like me.”

You feel your eyes water again, “You’re so!–Ugh.” You twist your head away from him, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand. You absolutely hate that you can’t so much as yell without your eyes watering.

Sukuna laughs, “Wait, don’t tell me…” He tilts his head to the side, trying to look at your face, “You want to be with me, you actually want to be with me?” He laughs again, his hand placed over his face, “That’s so funny. Didn’t I tell you to drop that stupid fuckin’ dream?”

This makes you snap, yelling, “I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand that!” Your chest is hurting, your heart pounding in your chest. You’re lying right now, you’re lying to Sukuna and yourself, why are you lying right now?

Still, the words keep pouring out, “I would never want to be with you–be with someone like you. You’re terrible at communicating, an asshole, full of himself, and a horrible pers–” You slap your hand over your mouth, stopping yourself.

Sukuna clenches his jaw, pushing himself off the couch, “You think so?” He laughs to himself, “You don’t even know how fuckin’ horrible I can get, you want to hurt?” He stands up straight, collecting himself in a way.

It feels like your chest is tearing in pain, a part of you wants to ask, ‘What do you mean?’ But, you don’t have the strength, more or less the willpower to know the answer. What else could Sukuna possibly say to hurt you even more than now? A part of you is thankful he doesn’t finish, it’s a question left in the air, and you’re happy for that. You’re glad he has some power to not say something that will completely tear you apart.

Sukuna sighs, nodding his head to himself, “But, I’m glad we can agree. Who would want to be with someone like you?” He says with a smile, but it’s uneven and shaky, almost wobbly, “So, does this mean you can stop bitching at me? You can finally hop off my dick and leave me the fuck alone.”

You’re breathing shakily, you instantly open your mouth to spit more venom at him, before you stop. Letting silence fill the area, it is heavy, and painful. You can even hear Sukuna’s heavy breathing. “You don’t mean that…” It’s not even a whisper, but you know Sukuna can hear it.

Sukuna doesn’t respond.

You finally feel your tears slide down your cheeks, hot and wet, “What are we even arguing about? Why are we arguing?” You sound tired, your voice is a bit strained and small. “If you want me to leave you alone–not talk to you, why are you arguing with me right now?” You thickly swallow, “You don’t just argue with someone you don’t care for, Sukuna.”

Sukuna still doesn’t look at you, just walks to the kitchen and grabs his keys. “Sure.” He starts walking to the garage. When it clicks what he’s doing, you feel your heart squeeze in pain.

He’s leaving.

More tears slide down your cheeks, “Don’t leave.” You whisper, watching as he walks towards the garage door. “Please, don’t leave me.” You cup your face, trying to hide your tears. “I want to talk, let me talk to you…”

That seems to spark Sukuna, his body freezing mid step. You can see him shaking, his eyes trained on the doorknob. His lips together, his eyes narrowing, he slowly shakes his head. “I can’t.” He whispers, opening the door, then mouthing, ‘I’m sorry.’

When the door closes, you crumble to the floor. Sobbing with a heave as you break down. You wish you could go back in time to the beginning of the previous week, you wish you could take back everything you said, you wish you never agreed to Sukuna’s deal, and you wish… more than everything in this world.

That you didn’t like Sukuna. You wish you didn’t fall apart over a stupid conversation, because he just doesn’t care about you. You wish the argument between the two of you wasn’t as painful as it is.

You wish you could just hug him, and cry into his arms while he consoles you. Whispering, apologizing, and explaining how he feels. You just want to know what he’s feeling, what he thinks… You don’t believe he doesn’t care.

You refuse to.

It hurts too much to believe him.

Little do you know, Sukuna crumbles to his feet with you.

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 14th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Wednesday

Class was… it was something. You were distant, bored, and mentally not there. Even Gojo noticed something was wrong with you, but you shrugged him off. Nobara passed him an empathetic look, before quickly following after you.

Even at your club, most of your peers were asking things along the lines of, ‘Are you okay?’ or, ‘Did something happen?’ and, ‘Do you just want to go home?’ maybe, ‘You look rough, president.’ But, it was all in vain, you remained silent the entire time. Keeping your attention on paperwork you had been avoiding up until the point, not bothering to even pass a single word to anyone. You were incredibly quiet the entire day. Even now, on the way home, you’re still incredibly quiet.

You lean on Yuuji’s shoulder, holding his hand as a form of comfort. Sneaking small pieces of his food to snack on. You’re wearing sunglasses, which constantly fall down your nose with each bump from the bus.

Yuuji is resting his head on yours, his eyes on your head. He came home to you in your room, softly sniffling, while your eyes were red and swollen. Yuuji quickly pieced what happened by his brother’s absence and your silent cries. It reminds him too much of himself years ago.

Even when the two of you enter the house, discarding your blocky sunglasses on the counter, your eyes are still puffy, and Sukuna is still gone. Yuuji is quick to make an ice pack, wrapping it with a paper towel and holding it to you. “It can help with swelling.”

You pass him a pathetic smile, but it’s more to the floor than to Yuuji, not only is your vision impaired by your swollen eye, but your vision is literally impaired, and wearing glasses somewhere outside the private space of your room sounds very unappealing.

You take the ice pack and press it to your eyes, leaning on the island counter and sighing. You reach your hand out for Yuuji, which he gives you immediately. “Thanks, Yuuji, this means a lot.” You laugh a little bit, “I feel like your child right now.”

Yuuji laughs, “Don’t worry, I’m used to dealing with crying people.” He looks to the side, scratching the back of his neck. “My ex-girlfriend was a real cryer when we were together. And, you know, there was this one time a girl was sobbing at my door for Sukuna.”

You groan at that, letting your head fall for a moment, “Are you okay with this?” You ask softly, “I don’t know, I feel like it can be so exhausting, especially since it’s your brother.” Especially with what you’ve been through, is what you want to say.

Yuuji tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, “Uh, no?” He shrugs, “Well, maybe I did when I was younger, but… now it’s a bit different.” He notices the way you tense, a small smile building on his lips, “I’m guessing he told you what happened?”

You cringe a bit, pulling the ice pack down from your eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuuji, I really didn’t want to pry, but I just feel… terrible. You know? I’m sorry, this is probably worse for you.” You look away from him a bit ashamed.

Yuuji laughs, shaking his head, “It’s fine, I don’t even want to hear an apology.” He bites the inside of his cheek, mumbling, ‘Sukuna owes you an apology…’ Before placing his hand on your shoulder, “But, I know why Sukuna is the way he is, and I’m just waiting until he’s comfortable to talk about it.”

That gives you some small reassurance, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tiger then you’ve hugged most people in your life. You whisper, “Thank you so much, Yuuji, you’re really an amazing person.” You close your eyes, bringing him closer, “I’m sure it was really hard on you, too.”

Yuuji sighs, hugging you back, “Yeah, don’t worry.” Your name punctuates the sentence softly, and lovingly. His forehead resting on yours, “But, this is nice.” You giggle, nodding your head in agreement.

Only for the cute moment to be ruined by a knock, both you and Yuuji popping your head toward the direction. You blink a few times, slowly asking, “Did you invite someone?” You slowly pull away from his arms, pressing the ice pack against one of your arms.

Yuuji shakes his head, “Sukuna?”

You cringe at that name, praying inside your head it isn’t Sukuna at the door. “Who knows.” You turn away, tempted to hide in your room. You almost do, your feet naturally turning in the direction, getting ready to leave.

Yuuji notices, “Here, wait, I’ll check the peephole for you. I’ll see who's there.” He smiles, skipping to the door, trying to distract you, “Who knows? Maybe, it's a solicitor.”

You raise your eyebrows, switching the ice pack to a different eye. “You sound way too excited for a solicitor…” You’re even tempted to follow after him, but quickly decide that is a really bad idea. “What if what they’re selling you is complete garbage?”

Yuuji shrugs, “Don’t tell Sukuna this, but I buy everything they offer.” He smiles to himself, hand on the door knob. “On his card, phone number, and email, of course.” He laughs a little bit, “I can always hear him complaining about weird magazines, or email chains he’s mysteriously signed up to.”

You pass him a curious look, Yuuji just shrugs at this, “Hey, I can still be over what happened, but I like to think this is my revenge for all those years ago.”

You laugh again, making your way to the fridge. “Good for you, Yuuji.” You open the freezer, trying to find a frozen bag of peas, or any other frozen bag of vegetables. It’s also a way to hide your face when Yuuji opens the door, in the case where it is Sukuna at the door.

Despite the distance being short between you and the door, you can’t really hear the conversation he’s having, which automatically makes you assume it is a solicitor. Until you hear a very distinct, “Oh, that makes a lot of sense!” From Yuuji.

Weird, you think. Naturally wanting to look at who Yuuji is talking to, but you keep your attention on yourself. It could be a solicitor, and you sincerely don’t have the money to even entertain that idea.

You close the freezer door, tilting your head at Yuuji with one good eye. He turns his head to look at you, passing you a kind and comforting smile, “It’s for you!” He takes a few steps back, a gesture that makes you naturally move to the door to take his spot.

For me? You mentally think. Who would be here for you? You haven’t invited anyone over, more or less spoken to anyone besides Yuuji the entire day. So, who would be here to see you? Maybe, Nobara with a surprise ‘cheer up!’ visit? You hope not…

But, when you finally reach the door, you feel your lips part in shock, blinking at the person in front of you. Their white hair flutters with a soft blow in the wind, you don’t know how to react, more or less feel, to the sight of their face. It isn’t jealousy, but it isn’t excitement either. Their face is blank, emotionless, a stark contrast to when you first met them.

“Uraume?”

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What’s All The Buzz About? Pt. 7

Hello! 👋 welcome to my next part of my Beemas fic!

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Summary: You decide to confront the Kings over what you learned, and things go a lot better than you had expected.

CW: Mentions of egg stuff, very small mention of the king’s ‘equipment’, slight sexual tension, mentions of toxic family and workplace, mostly fluff

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Staying with Jackie turned out to be a fun affair, after both of you calmed down. He was eager to feed you, play with you, and talk with you about anything and everything.

Even to answer any questions you may have still had.

What you really enjoyed, however, was snuggling him close. You already enjoyed the few bits of physical contact you had here at the hive, sexually charged or otherwise. This though? It felt a bit different. Intimate in a way you could not describe.

Sure you had been close to some of the bees, and had been carried by many of them. But holding Jackie close to your side, and letting him cuddle with you in bed? It was so sweet.

Especially with how he happily laid his head on your chest, and his wings buzzed every so often. Or how he had one set if arms just happily wrapped around you in a way a partner would.

It made you realize just how touch starved you had been, both before and after arriving here in the hive.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to confront the Kings. You weren’t even sure if you would call it that. They weren’t planning on forcing you to do anything, and from what you understood, planned on telling you everything anyway.

Still, you had to tell them you knew. Had to sort everything out.

You were at least thankful that you got some time to think about it as well. Having a few hours to dwell on the pros and cons, and mentally prepare yourself had been a blessing. Had the Kings sprung this on you, even with the intent to let you think about it, you would have been even more overwhelmed than you had been earlier today.

If you were being honest with yourself…

You couldn’t help but find the offer appealing.

What did your life in Nimbasa really have anyway that made you want to stay? Not a whole lot, if you were being honest with yourself. Sure, you had your possessions, but that was an easily solved problem. No doubt the twins would help you move everything to the hive as needed.

There was your family to consider as well, but if you were being honest? You would rather stay with the bees. Your family always cared more about your younger sibling, and you were considered the black sheep. When was the last time they had called to check up on you, and ask about your day?

Months. That’s how long it’s been.

The last time your mother had called, it had been two weeks ago, just to moan and whine about how they needed you to babysit your siblings. Siblings who were more or less grown adults mooching off your parents.

Yeah, safe to say, you could care less about what they thought. If you wanted to become a Queen of a hybrid hive, that was your business, and they could deal with it.

Plus… the idea of just up and moving without saying anything brought you some sick satisfaction. It made you wonder just how long it would take for them to even notice or care.

There was another thing to consider, and that was your job. No doubt the moment you made a return to Nimbasa, regardless if you accept the Kings’ proposal or not, will cause some sort of uproar.

With the stunt your boss and coworkers pulled, they will be lucky if they survive after you are through with them. No way were you letting them get away with leaving you for dead.

Especially after Ingo and Emmet confirmed no one had come near that entrance to the tunnels since your first night here. They had a few drones in place to make sure no one else got hurt if anyone came looking.

No one came.

It made your blood boil, but you weren’t entirely surprised, given how shitty your coworkers were to begin with. Sure, the job paid the bills, but leaving you for dead was insane. You were going to tear them apart the moment you went back home, so your job wouldn’t be an issue if you took the role of Queen.

Little did you know, it would have been very easy for your Kings to take matters into their own hands had anyone returned. They were just as furious the more they got to know you.

Not that you were aware of that fact.

All in all, things that would majorly effect your decision all seemed to point towards agreeing to join the hive.

Though you would admit, the idea of carrying their eggs both made you nervous, and excited you in ways you could only dream of.

Jackie had been kind in helping explain it. How the Kings had two(two!!!) cocks, one like the drones, and one for depositing eggs.

Oh, how that little tidbit of info made you really warm, the more you thought about it. Something that no doubt would make the average person squeamish was something that was turning you on as you gave it more thought.

You were very happy Jackie had fallen asleep. He had also admitted it was incredibly easy to smell your arousal. Something that you were still horribly embarrassed about.

The last thing you needed right now was making poor Jackie hot and bothered as well.

Still, you could not deny how… appealing this was all turning out.

Even the idea of carrying eggs wasn’t so bad, especially when Jackie had explained that there would be nurses ready at your beck and call in case anything happened. You would be receiving top care your entire stay.

And…

…You just really started to like the idea of Ingo and Emmet filling you to the brim with their eggs.

Stars, you were a bit of a pervert.

But you had a feeling you weren’t the only one, if what Jackie had confessed to you was anything to go by.

The whole hive seemed taken with you, not just the Kings, if what Jackie said was anything to go by. Now that you knew this, you were inclined to believe him, all based on how you remember both the drones and twins acting around you. Especially when the room had felt so sexually tense the past week or so.

It made you wonder of the idea of being with the whole hive, or taking the Kings eggs was as much of a turn on for them as it was becoming for you.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips. This offer of theirs was definitely becoming appealing.

There was also the idea of becoming the whole hive’s mate. Everyone had been so sweet to you, it made you wonder how sweet and caring they’d all be if the relationship was official. You’d potentially never have to have a moment without hugs or hand holding ever again.

Even if that was on the sweeter side, you liked the idea of never having to deal with becoming touch starved. Sure, this could easily turn into something more… lewd… but the idea of always being able to hug and cuddle someone who would want it? It had your heart thudding in your chest.

You didn’t even really care about being ‘royalty’ or not. You’ll take the role seriously, of course, but even if you weren’t going to possibly become a Queen, the whole deal was beginning to seem too good to pass up.

That’s why when the King’s eventually went down to see you, you had made up your mind.

If their offer was still on the table, you’d take it.

But first, you had to protect Jackie. You refused to let the bee take the heat for just telling you what you wanted to know. You didn’t think he would be punished harshly, but you weren’t going to take any chances.

So when there was a familiar knock at your door, you tensed, ready for whatever may happen next.

“Come in.” You called out. At your words, Jackie startled awake, though quickly relaxed when you gently rubbed his shoulder.

Not a moment later, Emmet pushed the door open with a smile. This time though, you noticed a slight pause in his step when he saw Jackie. It was brief, and if you hadn’t been looking at him closely, you probably would not have noticed it.

As Emmet entered the room, he clapped his hands together, and Ingo stepped into the room as he did so.

“Good evening, darling! Are doing alright?” He asked. You noticed his smile seemed a little strained when his eyes flickered to Jackie.

Even Ingo behind him seemed to be tense. You were surprised he hadn’t spoken up yet, being the more talkative of the two. He was probably just as surprised seeing Jackie in bed with you as Emmet was, if how tense his posture seemed was any indication.

Patting Jackie’s head, you gave them both a nod and a smile.

“I am doing okay, thank you. I hope you both are doing well yourselves.” You said, genuinely meaning it, and hoping for it.

You didn’t exactly want to have this conversation if they were in a tense mood, after all.

Emmet gave you a big smile, and Ingo let out a cough, looking away for a moment. You swore, he looked a little flustered just from you asking.

Cute.

“We are doing well, my dear.” Ingo said after a moment, trying to straighten out his posture a little more. His voice sounded firm, and was still a little quiet, but he seemed genuinely happy to see you.

He cleared his throat, and walked over next to Emmet.

“Jackie, have you been here this whole time? You’ve been missing-“

You cut Ingo off.

“I requested Jackie stay with me. I hope that is not an issue?” You asked. Ingo’s jaw snapped shut, and Emmet’s antennae twitched.

“That is fine! He was one of the drones assigned to help you, should you need it!” Ingo eventually spoke up, as if sensing Emmet’s irritation.

Jackie shrank a bit under their gaze, clutching onto you a little tighter.

You rubbed his back soothingly. Even if they didn’t plan on doing anything to him, you could only imagine the fear from the last Queen must still stick with a lot of the bees.

There was an odd tension in the air. You could almost taste it. You wondered if they could sense your nervousness and were worried or confused.

Emmet opened his mouth to speak after a few moments, but you beat him to it.

“So you two were planning on making an offer to me about becoming a possible Queen?” You suddenly spoke, just throwing it out there. You were unsure how to breach the subject. As blunt as it was to do this, you figured getting the conversation over with would be optimal compared to stressing about it until they decided to ask you themselves.

Almost immediately at your question, both twins froze. It was almost comical, how their bodies stiffened, and wings and antennae ceased all movement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they both had gone pale.

Emmet’s wings twitched once. Then twice. His smile tightened, and you could see the underlaying panic on his face.

“Ah… Did Jackie tell you about that?” Ingo piped up, his voice sounding strained. Jackie flinched, more or less confirming that he indeed had told you.

“Yes, he did. He told me quite a bit.” You spoke, pulling Jackie closer. The poor drone was beginning to shake, and you could hear his breathing picking up.

If it was possible, the tense air got thicker, becoming a bit hard to breathe. It was quiet, and you could probably hear a pin drop.

It was obvious the twins were not expecting this when they came into your room like they did every evening.

They also weren’t prepared for what you said next.

“If the offer is real and on the table, I would be inclined to accept.” You spoke, nearly causing both twins, and even Jackie to jump.

You weren’t expecting Emmet to rush up to you, and grab your hand in his own, his smile bright and dazzling.

“Oh, you mean it? You’d give it a try?” He asked, his wings buzzing behind him in a frenzy of excitement. Ingo was at his side in a flash, his face flushed. His own wings twitched in excitement at your words.

“Are you sure? You would be attempting to take the mantle of a Queen. We will handle business for the most part, but it could be difficult. Especially with, well…” Ingo spoke, his face growing with color as he avoided looking into your eyes.

“You’d be attempting to carry our eggs. A verrry important task, yup!” Emmet finished for him, seeming to have no shame about the how excited he was about you trying to do so.

Ingo sheepishly tubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, what Emmet said.” He spoke, his voice a little more quiet, though the blush on his face seemed to grow a shade darker.

“Jackie informed me as such. I’ve gone over it all in my head, and, well…” you spoke, looking away. You really were agreeing to this, weren’t you?

You found you did not mind.

“I like it here. I’ve had more fun here the past two weeks or so, compared to the past few years in Nimbasa city,” you began, and fiddled with the sheets with your free hand before continuing, “You all are very kind, and I will admit, I find you all very… attractive.” You said, fighting back the blush crawling up your neck.

Emmet let out an excited giggle at your words, and seemed to shake in excitement. You swore you heard Ingo’s breathe catch. Jackie hugged you closer with one of his sets of arms, nuzzling into your chest.

“I’d like to at least try, and see if I can help. This will be a test of trial and error, I imagine. But… I’d still like to try.” You spoke, and squeezed one of Emmet’s hands that still held onto one of your own.

You ended up making a noise of surprise when you felt a weight press against you. Emmet had forgone holding your hand, and jumped forward, hugging you tightly. Jackie let out a small squawk as he was bumped a bit to your side, but still held onto you.

Ingo took Emmet’s place as you were nearly smothered from the hugs. His cool hands met your own, and gently held them while entwining a set of fingers with your own.

The older King gave you a soft look, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

“Alright then. If this is the track you wish to depart on, we will gladly accompany you forward on it.” He spoke, and just from that sentence alone, you could tell he was excited. Even he seemed to be vibrating in place.

It was really sweet, and you couldn’t fight the blush growing on your face.

When was the last time you had felt so wanted? It was a bit sad that you couldn’t even remember…

After a few moments, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry but… would it be alright to move my stuff from my old home down here to the hive? I have some stuff that is sentimental-“ you began, and Emmet broke the hug, his face still beaming.

“Of course! We will help you move as soon as possible.” He assured you. You relaxed a bit, and gave him a soft smile. That was your main concern, getting your stuff.

“Also, I’ll need to tie up loose ends with everything in Nimbasa before I move here. Such as my job, and settling some things. I should be able to do that living here, but I’ll need to go up to the surface a few times until then.” You then explained. You didn’t want people thinking you were missing, and you had to cut ties with your job. Maybe settle some lawyer work, because you weren’t letting what they did go.

Especially since you wouldn’t need as much money now, living in the hive. Given how self sustaining it was, you doubted you would have to venture out to the city unless you were craving something specific.

Thankfully, both twins didn’t seem to mind.

“Of course! We will help make accommodations immediately! Whatever you need, we shall do our best to assist you!” Ingo spoke, his voice growing with that familiar loudness you had griwn fond of.

Emmet finally flew a ways away to give you some space, and Jackie quickly was back at your side, holding onto you tightly.

“One more thing…” you spoke, your voice having a twinge of uncertainty in it. Emmet perked up.

“Name it! Anything!”

You looked down at Jackie, and back at the twins.

“Are you sure this is fine with the hive? I… I don’t wish to upset any of the drones by becoming a Queen…”

Sure, most the drones you has met have been sweet, and have been excited to talk to you. However, you had no idea if they all felt that way. You didn’t want to start a riot or create unease by taking this position.

Ingo and Emmet shared a look, though it was one that didn’t set off alarm bells. They both gave you a pleased look.

“We can promise you, most of the hive adores you. Anyone that doesn’t will not say a word unless they feel it is absolutely necessary for the hive’s health.” Ingo told you.

You weren’t sure that made you feel entirely better, but if most the hive liked you, that put you at ease. You could at least agree to a drone putting in a complaint if they felt it was necessary. Last thing you wanted was for the bees to feel like they couldn’t talk about any problems they were having.

With a sigh, you nodded.

“That works for me.”

Emmet raised his hands with a cheer, cutely flying in a circle. Even Ingo seemed pleased, his wings buzzing ever so slightly.

Patiently, you waited for Emmet to calm down a bit, before speaking.

“So, what do I have to do?” You asked. Emmet’s grin grew widen, and you swore Ingo’s eyes sparkled.

Ingo walked up, and took your hand in his own. Bringing your knuckles to his lips, he gave them a brief kiss.

“Let us take care of you, My Queen.”

Emmet flew to your side, right next to Ingo. He lifted your chin up with a finger, having you look in his eyes.

“We will handle all the main work. While you…”

He leaned in close, and you felt like your heart was going to explode. His eyes were lidded, and his face morphed into a smirk.

“Relax and sit tight. We’ll feed you royal jelly. Make you our Queen. A perrrfect Queen to be our mate.”

His voice lowered as he spoke, and you swore it sounded like a purr. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, and Emmet’s smirk only grew as his antennae twitched.

That’s also right. You’d become the hive’s mate, along with being their Queen. If what Jackie said was true, that would include all the things flowing through your mind.

It made you a little warm under the collar, and Emmet was clearly enjoying it. Especially now that he didn’t have to hide any interest if you were willing to be a Queen.

“Okay…” you spoke, your voice a bit small with how flustered you were becoming. If it was possible, Emmet’s grin only seemed to grow. His face leaned close to your own, but before his lips could meet yours, he was yanked away by Ingo.

“Behave.” Ingo told him, holding his twin by his collar.

“But-!”

Ingo tsk’d.

“They just agreed to be our Queen. Give them space and time to adjust!” He scolded, and Emmet pouted at the treatment. All it took was Ingo’s glare deepening, for Emmet to let out a sigh, smiling begrudgingly.

“Fine.”

He crossed his arms, and looked away. The moment Ingo let him go though, he quickly flew up to you before Ingo could catch him.

Faster than the blink of an eye, Emmet leaned in, kissing your cheek with a laugh. He didn’t stay, quickly jumping out of the way of a fumbling Ingo, who was desperately trying to catch him.

“Emmet-!”

The younger twin flew out of your room with a playful laugh, and left Ingo in his dust. The King sighed, rubbing his temples. Glancing at you, he gave you a warm look.

“Don’t worry, my dear. We’ll take care of everything.” He says softly, and moves over to you.

“May I…” he begins, seeming unsure. His face grows flushed as you look at him curiously.

“May you…?” You ask, wondering what he wants. He looks rather cute like this, you note.

Ingo straightens up, a more determined look on his face.

“May I… kiss you?” He asked, and you felt your face warm up. After a moment, you smiled.

“You may.”

Ingo gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up so he had better access. Leaning down, his lips gently met your own, and you both easily melted into the kiss. Despite how rough his ‘skin’ was, his lips were incredibly soft against your own.

He didn’t stay like that for long, but even as he pulled away, you were left breathless all the same. Ingo looked incredibly pleased with himself, and gave you a smug, yet loving look.

“Just wait until Emmet learns I kissed you first.”

His words made you giggle, imagining the offended look Emmet no doubt will have when he learns of this.

Ingo then adjusted his uniform, and gave you a brisk nod.

“I need to go find him and discuss how much royal jelly to make. Worry not, we will be back in a while after coming up with a plan for you.” He explained, and began heading towards your door, a noticeable spring in his step. Before he closed the door behind him, he turned and looked back at you.

“I mean it when I say we will take care of you, my dear. Anything you need, we will take care of it for you.” He spoke, his voice soft. With another nod, he closed the door behind him.

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you brought a hand to your chest. Your heart was still beating wildly, even though everything had turned out fine.

Perhaps it was from excitement?

You were brought out of your thoughts when Jackie sat up, wings twitching as he looked over at you. He gave you a large smile, reminiscent of Emmet’s.

“Can I kiss you too?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, before leaning into to kiss him as well.

As your lips met Jackie’s, you were quite certain of a few things.

One, Jackie is a really good kisser.

And two, you were incredibly lucky.

Who knew that getting caved in the underground subway would be the best thing to happen to you?

It made you excited for the future going forward, and what you had to look forward to.

…You just hoped it would be a smooth transition, going forward.

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biteghost · 11 months

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State of Affairs: oh, it's not good. Bad, in fact!

listening music (lol)

Greetings, all! I apologize for not much communication, art or comics this month, but things were a bit out of my control! I'll cut right to the point: I had a big oopsie at the start of May, and the situation overall has not gotten much better since then.

Here's the scoop as plain as I can explain it: I dropped my external hard drive, and it no longer connected to my computer. My computer has a very tiny amount of memory (the OS capacity is less than 120GB), so I have used an external hard drive as the brain of my computer for years now. I have no back-ups either on another hard drive, older computer, or cloud service.

This external hard drive housed everything I have created and brought with me between computers since 2013. It stored all my art. All of it. My comic pages, my working files, my works-in-progress, my commission pieces, as well as gifts from friends and other artists. It had all the sessions of my at-home tabletop game 'Blueshift', which is a pretty big hit for me as I had only just finished the game. I didn't even have time to be happy the game was finished until I had to mourn a loss of it I had not anticipated.

I sent the hard drive to a data recovery company with good reviews. It had nearly 2TB of data on it, and I tried very hard not to get my hopes up that they'd be able to retrieve most of my data. Despite this, I still was disappointed by what they sent back.

To be blunt: they did not retrieve most of my data. In fact, I'd say in total they only recovered about 40%, if I am being generous. They were unable to recover any of my in-development projects (A Cure for Athanasia, Super Manifest: Steward Cycle, The Tenth, The Sword of Hours, etc), and unfortunately BACKLASH didn't make it out unscathed either. Old art files that I one day wanted to make Prints off have been lost, as well as small doodles and secret sketches which never made it online.

While reviewing the files that they managed to recover, I also noticed that whole chunks of BACKLASH's working page files have been lost or corrupted. This isn't a huge setback for the comic itself since all of BACKLASH is online to read. But it is hard and heartbreaking for me, because despite everything I did one day want to make a printed edition of BACKLASH. I wanted to hold my comic in my hands.

That dream is not impossible, but it is now much further away. I can recreate my old pages with what I currently have, but it will be a lot of extra work, and there is no getting around that.

Losing this much of my history, artistic journey, relationships and formative time as an artist has been really hard on me, emotionally and mentally. I'm very sad. It's hard to draw right now for myself. Commission work comes easily, since I am given a prompt to draw for someone else, but creative ideas are not flowing for me at the moment. My hands are frozen and dejected.

I am now waiting to get back the files that the data recovery people managed to retrieve for me (probably by tomorrow, they said), and I am looking into other places in order to get a second opinion of sorts. At this point there really is no harm in trying, and maybe a different operation might have better luck. Who knows? It may be grasping at straws, but at this point things can't get any worse than this.

When I get my data back I'll be able to finish up BACKLASH chapter 7. I want to finish it off - there are not very many pages left, and miraculously the few remaining pages are among the ones that were recovered! So that's good. I will be finishing up the chapter, and afterward BACKLASH will be taking a bit of a break. I don't know how long the hiatus will last, and I won't be making any kind of estimate. It'll take as long as I need until I feel I can put one foot in front of the other again. Maybe I'll work on something else for a while, maybe I won't draw anything. Who knows! I don't, haha.

Eventually I'll be okay, and I'll get back on the horse. Even in the midst of all this turmoil I really just want to be making comics ;_;

Until then, I just need some time. It's the only cure for this kind of problem, I think. So, I thank you for your patience, and I thank you for the love you've shown me, my work, and my characters. I couldn't be where I am and I couldn't have made all the work I have without your support and love. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

I'll see you when I get back! Much love and many kisses, xoxo 💖💖💖

(cross-posted from patreon)

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🌻mentally handicapped, please be patient🌻

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Welcome to my blog! I go by Pink Sapphic and my pronouns are They/Them :) Im using this blog to try to heal, while seeking professional help. I use menhara/Yamikawaii/Traumacore as a coping mechanism and will do my best to tag all posts appropriately!

I mostly post cute shit and fandom related stuff but sometimes i tell personal stories as well :) If you like my stuff feel free to follow if you somehow manage to find my page, im not super intrested in doing the whole influencer thing so you may see long blanks in content, apologies in advance about that lol

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streaminn · 10 months

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Wait a min. We don't have an amnesia au yet.

Hmmmm......

Inspiration juices are flowing so have this(inspired by a manga i read once);

It was another day of work, same old speil; stop Wednesday from killing annoying fans, and stop the very rare dangerous fans from getting anywhere near the author.

Well it was until a very young fan asked if Enid and Wednesday were dating.

"No, do you want your book signed or not" was the immediate answer from the goth. Kinda harsh how fast she had that response ready, but it was to be expected. This was a purely professional relationship, no matter how Enid wished it otherwise.

"Well, you should. You'd both look good together" the little fan stated and grabbed their book back.

"You are very right, we would look good together" the Addams discreetly looked toward her bodyguard to judge her reaction, and was slightly dissapointed when Enid didn't even have a blush and seemed annoyed. When really, the werewolf was struggling to stand up straight(heh, or should i say gay) and keep her lycan features under wraps. Her brain wasn't entirely computing, and had blue screened.

The rest of the event went by uneventful, aside from one fan who tried to jump at the author(which Enid absent minded just grabbed his face and kinda just held him by it until security could take him away) and the fact that Wednesday didn't threaten anyone. But when they were leaving, Enid pulled her to a secluded area.

Firm hands against the wall on either side of her charge's head, the blonde confronted her "What- what did you mean back there? With the kid."

"I do not know to what you are refering to."

""You are right, we would look good together" what did you mean by that." The bodyguard was looking desperate and anxious, this was not the outcome the goth was expecting, was hoping.

"I apologize, i did not mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Oh phew, so it was a jo-"

"I was simply trying to, as you said, "say my truth""

"What?" the hulking woman squeaked.

"I did not want it to cone out this way, but Enid, i am romanticly attracted to you"

The lycan then promptly blacks out.

...

She awakes in a strange room, an incessant beeping to her left and blinding lights above. The walls are a powder blue and there is a dark haired woman sleeping with her head on the werewolfs lap.

Enid taps the woman on her shoulder, and she awakes.

"Um, ma'am, why am i here?" And the woman lunges at her and higs her tight.

"Enid, you're finally awake" are those tears she can feel on her neck? Huh.

"Wednesday? Why are you here?? Wait a min, this is a dream isn't it!" Wednesday leans back from the blonde, "of course this dream comes right before i try out to be her bodyguard, just my luck"

"Enid. What are you talking about?" What was Enid saying? Right before trying out? Wait. It couldn't be. "Enid, i need you to really think about your answer, but what was the last thing you remember?"

"Well, i was going to bed the night before i was to go to the Addams manor for the tests to become your bodyguard. I actually couldn't sleep that well. And then i woke up here."

genuinely don't know if this is a good thing or not

Bc Enid pre and during trials is a whole damn wreck 💀 atleast during her time working with Wednesday she gets way better so doing this essentially took you back to the start

When you said amnesia, I was thinking Enid before wednesday left or smth but the mental difference might be too much so maybe not

#Bodyguard Enid au

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notsolocalsimp · 3 months

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Rotten Ribbons

CHAPTER NINE

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter: N/A

The next morning, you awoke to the blaring sound of your alarm going off. You groggily reached for your phone and quickly silenced the alarm before getting out of bed. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you noticed a notification on your phone. It was a text from Aizawa, one of your colleagues at work.

"Hey there," the text read, "I apologize for falling asleep last night. It was a tough day."

You felt a twinge of sympathy for Aizawa's busy schedule but also appreciated his effort in reaching out. With a smile on your face, you typed back a response.

"Oh, it's totally fine! Don't worry about it," you replied warmly.

After hitting send, you got ready for work while thinking about Aizawa's message. Despite his exhaustion, he still took the time to check in with you and communicate effectively. This only solidified your respect for him as a colleague and friend.

As you headed out the door to start your day, you made a mental note to thank Aizawa in person for his thoughtfulness. It just goes to show that even amidst our hectic schedules,

Ding! your bagel is done! you quickly grab the jelly and smear it atop the toasted bread, then you grabbed your bag and left the apartment.

once you got to the metro station and paid for your ticket, you got another text from Aizawa.

"is there a way I can make it up to you?" he had sent

"it's really no big deal!" you assured

"but I messed up the whole thing, I should do something to make it up to you" he had insisted

"then let's get lunch during my break, it's at noon if that's alright," you sighed aloud, giving up, before hitting send and getting on the train.

You arrived at the station and got off, before walking the rest of the way to work, taking a deep breath before entering, mentally preparing for the presentation you had today, but the fact you'd see aizawa after made you feel a bit better, he just seemed to care more than anyone else, he really was a nice guy!

you headed to the meeting room and hooked up your computer to the projector as your coworkers filed into the room. once everyone was seated, you began

"Ahem, this is my presentation on why we should use the Sunstone Circuits and titanium instead of the stainless steel and All PCB Circuits." you took a deep breath before continuing "the Sunstone Circuit brand is more expensive yes, but overall is safer for our clients, if we do a surgery with the PCB Circuits, there is a higher chance of failure or even death due to the fact that the coding is weak and the circuits get damaged easily"

you were fidgeting with your hands behind your back as you continued the presentation "the titanium is a harder to find substance and more expensive, yes, but the stainless steel is less durable and harder to get the exact measurements-"

"Yeah, so what?" the CEO interrupted "why should we waste our money on 'better materials.'"

"because our job is to insure safety in the medical field and-" you stated the obvious

"no, our job is to make money" he interjected again "who actually cares about the quality of our equipment, they're still going to buy it, and the quicker it breaks, the quicker they'll buy another one"

this ticked you off, you took a deep breath to prevent yourself from yelling "this company's goal on papers is to be the latest in medical technology and our motto is 'trust us with your safety,' shouldn't we be living up to our goals and motto" you looked at your audience of four who were staring at you with varying degrees of surprise and anger. You paused for a moment and took a few seconds to collect your thoughts "look, you want to improve this company's reputation in the world don't you?"

"yeah, but-"

"well then trust me, and your investors, and all those people who invest their money into this damned company to do your job!" you snapped, before grabbing your computer and storming out of the room, sitting at your desk with a huff.

one of your work friends, Matsui Taro rolled over to you in his wheelchair, his siren tail sitting where the , before asking "what's up with you?"

"I blew that meeting! I got mad and-"

"hey! hey! relax, who knows! maybe you got them to listen with your emotions" he assured, placing his scaley webbed hand on your shoulder reassuringly while giving you a soft fatherly look in his blue irises.

"...thanks, Matsui" you muttered before turning your gaze on the whiteboard that hung above your desk. it had a little doodle of a cat saying "don't give up! good luck on that meeting - signed, Matsui", shame you didn't see it earlier, maybe then you wouldn't have flunked that meeting.

you banged your head on the desk in defeat, mumbling, "how are they going to make a more expensive decision when I didn't even convince them before getting angry. . ."

"look, I'm sure if I talk to them I-"

"No! do not talk to corporate! I don't want you roped into this! I'm probably getting a pay cut for how I talked to them, I don't want anything worse to happen" you quickly Interrupted Matsui

"I'm sure you won't get a pay cut, I don't think that's even legal." he assured, rubbing your back reassuringly

"Ughhhhhh" you whined, before being interrupted by your phone buzzing from a text, it was Aizawa

"hey, I just got on my planning period, where'd you wanna meet up?"

"anywhere is fine with me, I'll go sign out to get on lunch break"

"what if we just get coffee and chat, my classes make me feel exhausted just after one of them anyway"

"yeah, that works!" you put down your phone after hitting send and spoke to Matsui "I'm going on lunch break!"

"oooh~ you got a date?" he teased

"wha- no! I'm just getting lunch with a friend!" you interjected, your face turning a reddish hue

"sounds like a date to me with the way your blushing~" he continued

"Just- Just fuck off!" you stormed off to sign out for lunch

"tell me about it when you get back!" he chirped, waving as you left

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #ao3 #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #writers on tumblr #writing #archive of our own

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thereallivingded · 8 days

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8 months

Nearly 8 months have passed since I blogged. Damn.

I apologize profusely if anyone was interested in my ramblings. I have zero excuses other than life got hard. Full time job. Which I hated profusely - not that I'm not going to be working full time again soon - tends to bring on crushing depression when I feel stuck in it. Which I did, and I was. When you are paid bi-weekly and you see that entire paycheck go to your cost of living.. well. It doesn't do good things to your psyche. Energy levels get low and all that extra you had energy for before gets used up with day to day survival. Getting out of bed. Getting to work. Feeding yourself. Cleaning your house. Squeezing in workout (a thing I do now).

It's not all bad I suppose. I've finally been able to interview for and obtain a position that will not only net me a raise but be closer to home. Hopefully, that should get me more free time to pursue the things I actually enjoy.

I'd like to say that in this time I've been able to tackle my backlog of Steam games. But. Well. BG3 happened. And I spent even more time in the game than I had in early access. It's maddening how much time I've sunk into Faerun. I have no regrets though.

The only thing really that's kept me from finishing my campaign - as I am in Act 3 - is my computer. I haven't upgraded the beast since 2020 or 2021-ish. And it's starting to show. My mobo is acting extraordinarily peculiar. Sometimes I'll walk away from my computer to come back a couple hours later and find it stuck in bios. Super fun. The connection to the mobo gets wiggled a little and everything pops back on. Super. However, anything heavy to run - like BG3 - tends to get very crash-y.

Again. Super.

T.T

AND. Due to my financial constraints because of the job I recently left, I was completely unable to fix this. I'm hoping with the advent of the new job, getting a few paychecks in to stabilize, I can rectify the problems. Hopefully.

I started a couple of fanfics for the first time ever. I am ridiculously shy about them. My writing skills have become so sodding rusty. The stories came to me while I was playing BG3 and I was compelled to write them down. Note now, that the frequency of updates directly reflects the time I have to invest in them. So keep that in mind.

Be gentle on me here lol!

I have been able to get some gaming done. I have ceased playing Back 4 Blood, as it became no longer supported by its dev team. A sad move really. The gaming industry as a whole has become this parasitic beast. Devs work on a game for an extremely limited amount of time and abandon it the moment it becomes less lucrative than their board of directors care for.

There is a trend towards monetization of minutiae and online play in inappropriate genres, that has become an insidious infection in the game industry. It robs us of good game development. There's this mentality of more, more, now that's just slow poison to the whole beast. It makes everything very same-y and boring.

Which is why I strive at this point in my life, to not give money to the companies which I feel are most guilty of this. The only way to make these corporations listen is to hit them in the $. As such I will probably be carefully curating any games I discuss or mention on this blog from here on. My next post will likely be discussing a visual novel I've spent some time in that I equal parts enjoyed and became frustrated with. So that's in the pipeline. Until then keep to the lights lovies. <3

#gaming #gamer life #pc games #gamer problems #steambacklog

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benisasoftboi · 1 year

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One of my favourite parts of Taskmaster has always been the little banter section at the start of each episode. Every week I sit down in front of my telly (read: small computer monitor from 2007 that I’ve hooked up to a games console that gets All4, assuming the internet in my building hasn’t gone down again) and eagerly await whatever bullshit this man has prepared for us. It’s so stupid. It delights me.

‘The Horne Section TV Show’ is just a selection of that Weird Alex Bullshit except for three hours and also John Oliver is inexplicably there. I loved it, 10/10.

Other stray observations

Somehow this man can make ‘fuck’ sound like it’s not a swear word

There’s a bit where he says he has two too many children. This is funnier if you know he actually has three children

I read a review last night specifically praising Ned Mahendran’s performance. This is correct. I hope we see more of him in general

I won’t spoil it, but I really enjoyed the punchline to Tim Key’s guest appearance

I love that this is part of the Taskmaster lore now. But also makes no sense within it because of Desiree Burch. I really hope one day someone makes one of those big serious analytical world-building video essays that people do about Star Trek or fantasy series or prestige dramas, but it’s just explaining the Taskmaster lore

The band are great, they’ve unsurprisingly all got great chemistry with each other and Alex, but they also do well with the rest of the cast too! My apologies to Ben Reynolds for mentally referring to you as ‘the Lib Dem looking one’ the whole time, you said your name so many times and I did not listen

It turns out I know more Horne Section songs than I thought I did. I thought I only knew one. Where did I learn the others I recognised? When did that happen? Mildly concerned

Deeply amused by all the chains of power dynamics going on. Especially Greg Davies and Rachel Horne. Honestly, watch it for that one interaction alone

#the horne section #the horne section tv show #alex horne #taskmaster

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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HELLO YES IM SORRY I JUST HAD TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT YOUR OWN FIC AND HOW MUCH I LOVE IT please accept these deranged ramblings of an angst-addled mind

“They were worried about his wellbeing for whatever reason” - DONNIE. YOU DUM DUM. THEY LOVE YOU AND YOU LOCKED YOURSELF IN YOUR LAB FOR A WEEK >:c

Donnie reads like he’s so trapped and just trying to ignore it until it goes away :< Ofc he’s gonna lash out when Leo backs him into a corner

Mikey and Raph are being oddly chill about it all though, are they trying to let Donnie sort through whatever he’s dealing with? Casual brotherly support and this is probably not the first time they’ve seen Donnie behave like this, Leo just has that *Donnie Sense* They just seem mostly concerned that he’s physically taking care of himself at the moment, which I know Donnie put on a facade but hhhhhhhhh

Donatello “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die” Hamato

I love how Donnie thinks he’s calculated out his family’s reactions to things and parsed out the appropriate resources in his mind, and then here comes Leo with a monkey wrench lol

The repetition…Leo…are you actually 12…

Leo: “Look, you know I hate pulling rank as leader-"

Raph and literally all of us: “You really don’t.”

I love how Leo’s trying to convince Donnie to talk to him well after he’s already smashed his grubby gumball hands over all his buttons. And laughing when Donnie is clearly upset - unfortunately very on brand, lmao ;v; Did he realize just how hard he poked the bear I wonder

“Make me” I can hear him just spitting it out like venom, I got fuckin chills, you KNOW something’s about to give hehehehehe

Ooooh, has Donnie not reached breaking point in a long time? That mental armor can’t protect you from everything Dee. That, and you’re really good at spinning yourself in circles. There it is, classic Donnie overthink.

Also like, I KNOW it needed to happen, but LEO. HE WARNED YOU THREE TIMES!!! WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN????

Donnie: Go ask your lover!

Leo: lmao bro i have no game wym

Man Leo really fell for that punchline

Sorry fhkajdfsk

Donnie really used Emergency Exit with that shell drop move, Donatello has left the building

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn your precious computers off!” - Leo, who has apparently never seen a horror movie

ALSO. OMG. THE MYSTIC SPARK?!?! THAT IMAGERY?!?! OOOH I GOT TINGLES AGAIN THAT WAS SO GOOD I CAN IMAGINE IT HFKHAJKFSD

The whole fIGHT I CAN’T EVEN

IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN OMG y’know how sometimes you read a thing and you’re like ‘i can’t visualize where in space these people’s bodies are’ yeah no, I didn’t get any of that this was so well done I LOVED IT

“We are INSIDE, young man!” - Nice last-ditch effort, bro

I also wonder what was going on in Donnie’s brain during this, but I get the feeling it would be like angry TV static

The voice crack…..Donnie honey im ;A;

AND OF COURSE LEO ONLY REALIZES HOW BADLY HE FUCKED UP AFTERWARDS sigh…again, very on brand

Did Reader blanking out their phone screen hurt? Yes. More than it should have? Probably. I’m a sentimental baby buhuhuuuu…

Also SIX DAYS???? HAS LEO NOT APOLOGIZED TO READER???? IN SIX DAYS??? Or would it be three? STILL!!!

Lmao I just imagine Leo on the phone with that lovely *wind* sound in the receiver also WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST DONNIE WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT LEO WTF MAN I mean he’s potentially concussed tbh so I guess he gets a small pass XDDDDD

'YOU DIDN’T CHECK THE GIANT SKYLIGHT?! LEO!!!!!' - Mind Raph

Leo, forever now: ‘Did we check???’

Also! You got Splinter’s voice perfectly right (at least that’s my opinion) I love it you did so good <3 Also I’m with Splinter “Did you not think to ask love interest first!?”

“Come here often?” Boi i will smack you myself

My dear Author. The WHOLE scene with Donnie. Broke my damn heart. Again. You’re very good at that, you know?

Angsty boy sittin alone on a cliff, and being able to visualize how damn tired he is, no energy to react physically until he literally drags himself to his feet, I’M-

And Donnie, honey, you’re very smart but there you go again hypothesizing with not enough data,,,how many different theories have you crafted baby boy,,,

Sometimes u gotta jiggle the Donnie

And then break his brain a lil ;3

Ohhh and THEN THE REALIZATION SETTING IN i loved that SO much, just ‘dear god, what have I done’ which TO BE FAIR I’d have done the same thing if Leo had laughed in the face of my assumed heartbreak

And oof, He’s gonna need some Down Time to recover from this emotional whiplash. Just needs a good Sit and maybe a lil Cry and maybe when he’s feeling less Raw all three of you need to actually fucking communicate I swear to Pizza Supreme-

Anyways, holy shit, I have some FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FIC

You are AMAZING and I CANNOT WAIT to see what you do next

THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING NIGHT <3

Shade you absolute animal (/pos)! I cannot believe you wrote me a play by play. I adored every minute of it!

For Mikey and Raph playing it chill, I imagine the brothers all show their love in different ways. Leo might have waited in another instance, but in this one he has a personal connection and intel on what's going on that's driving him a bit nuts.

The "lmao bro i have no game wym" totally destroyed me, full on ugly cackling. That is actually how I intended that laugh to go over! He was thinking "YOU KNOW ME, YOU KNOW I'M SINGLE AS HELL BRO"

Otherwise, I'll keep chugging along and

Thank YOU and YOU have a good night!

#ask

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marilostfieldblog · 4 months

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript starts inside what appears to be a hospital room, the camera in someone's jacket pocket as multiple people stand around in a room. Multiple beeps ring through the room before someone finally speaks.]

?: Do you think… Y'know. He'll wake up?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: Maybe? I hope so.

[Voice identified: Ness Kylie Hoffson.]

S: Yeah same… Still do owe him an apology for the whole. Going missing thing.

?: Not really. Almost all of us kinda did that when you think about it.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Yeah, I… he doesn’t exactly know that I’m… alive. So if– when. When he wakes up, that’ll be an awkward conversation that will have to be held pretty much immediately. I’m still mentally preparing myself for that.

[Voice identified: Edgar Elliot Pression.]

M: On the bright… Kinda bright side. We all kinda have to have awkward conversations with Henry. With my face looking like a cat scratch pad, Sarah being… Alive in general. Rose making peace with Eden I guess?

Ne: Excuse me. What?

E: Rose making what with who?

M: Yeah. She forgave Eden for what happened to her. Something about ‘moving on’ I'll show you the transcript later if you want.

E: [A long sigh.] Yeah, sure. Must’ve missed that one.

Ne: Hi yes. Um. ROSE. DID FUCKING WHAT!

M: Made peace with Eden.

Ne: THE WOMAN WHO HELPED DO THIS TO HENRY?

M: Dude I don't fuckin’ know. Talk to Rose about it.

E: PR is… weird. Any interaction with them is weird. You likely didn’t see the transcript where Cassius and I argued about hot dog buns for like, 15 minutes and then kissed as a diversion.

Ne: WHAT HUH?

S: Ness. Don't you kinda work for PR part time now?

[Ness slowly looks over to Edgar. Scared.]

E: Neat, you can ask him about it when you see him again. [A short pause.] What? What’s with that look?

Ne: You aren't mad?

E: [With a small smile.] I’ve learned that sometimes things like this are better when you just accept them.

Ne: Oh. Uh ok…

M: We also have to probably tell him about the AI living in Rose's computer. So his little techy heart doesn't blow up.

E: I’m just hoping he doesn’t have a heart attack when he sees me.

M: Or… Any of us besides Ness.

[Edgar laughs quietly, glancing around the room.]

E: Yeah.

[The heart monitor in the room continues beeping, Ness looking at the head of the person in the hospital bed as the figure's arm moves slightly.]

M: Did his arm just move?

E: Huh? If it did, I’ll… take a step back. He’s your friend, you guys should be in front.

Ne: You’re also his friend y’know?

E: You guys have known each other for years! I’ve known him for a total of like, 3 months. You guys should get to talk to him first.

Ne: Bruh.

[The person's head slightly moves to the side, before one of the figure's legs stretches out and the person yawns a bit.]

Ne: Henry? Buddy you awake?

M: OI! You up dude?

[The person can barely be seen opening their eyes slowly, before looking at Ness.]

?: [Slowly.] N- Ness..?

[Voice identified: Henry.]

Ne: Yeah! Yeah it's me! I'm here!

[Henry slowly looks around the room, before stopping on Sarah. Sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.]

H: [Still slow.] Y- You…

S: Hey. Been a while huh?

H: Y- You're… alive..?

S: Yep. So are they.

[Sarah points at the camera and by extension Mari, who Henry slowly looks towards before turning almost as pale as a ghost.]

H: F- Face..!

M: Yea. It's a little fucked up, but I'm still alive!

S: [Quietly.] Barely.

H: Y- You all… You all here..?

Ne: Except Rose. Cuz she's still in the hospital somewhere.

H: T- The small ones?

Ne: Also here in the hospital.

H: T- That's goo-

[Henry looks towards where Edgar is standing, stopping everything. Before slowly looking back at Ness.]

H: Ness. P- Please call… D- Doctor.

Ne: Why?

H: I'm s- seeing. G- ghost.

E: [Softly.] Oh.

Ne: Edgar. Cover your ears if this is still something that upsets you?

E: I’ll be fine.

H: W- What?

Ne: So you know the show right?

H: O- one with… Jenby?

Ne: Yeah. Edgar didn't actually get… Shot. He got locked in a fucking closet with no way to talk to us or for us to talk to him.

H: O- Oh… S- So n- not a ghost..?

Ne: Nope! As human as the rest of us right Edgar?

E: Last time I checked, yep. Hey, man. Um… sorry.

H: D- don't… a- apologize.

E: … Alright. Welcome back, Henry.

H: H- Hi…

M: So how are you feeling?

H: Eepy.

M: Makes sense. Uh… Should we fully update you or just the semi to fully important stuff?

H: P- Please.

M: First. Edgar kissed Cassius.

H: D- Damn.

[Henry looks jokingly upset at Edgar.]

E: Why that first!?

M: Because it's funny.

E: God, fine. I guess it was a little funny.

S: He also apparently had gay sex twice?

H: D- Damn.

E: GUYS. WHAT THE HELL.

M: HE NEEDS TO BE TOLD THE SILLY SHIT FIRST! IT'S PADDING BEFORE HE FINDS OUT THE SAD STUFF!

E: Ugh, I guess. I should probably throw in my stuff, too. I got home alone’d twice by a little blond kid named Kevin. Covered in feathers and glitter and whatnot.

H: W- What?

[Henry begins laughing, looking at Edgar.]

E: I know! It was fucking ridiculous!

H: A- anything else s- silly happen?

M: Adam taught Sparrow arson.

H: What.

E: There’s not much to it. He skittered over to Sparrow and taught them how to light shit on fire. I’m going to have to hide the lighters.

H: P- probably…

M: Oh! Cassidy is here. She got unmasked all that stuff.

H: N- Nice…

S: Is that all the… Stuff that won't piss him off or make him sad?

E: Does Nicholas dying count as silly.

H: Ha! B- Bitch. I- Is Eden… A- Also dead?

E: [Cringing.] Ooooh… right…

Ne: Nope but that… Crosses over into the other stuff. OH! You remember trickster?

H: T- The thing… P- Put into S- Sparrow? M- Made them… M- Mean?

Ne: Yeah. Sparrow made them chill out. Their name is Peony now and they live on Rose's computer.

[Henry's eyes light up with joy, looking at Ness.]

Ne: Yeah… So. Who wants to start the bad part of the reunion?

E: I could. Just need to figure out where to begin.

H: W- Will? W- Where's… W- will.

Ne: oh. Oh uh god. Alive. At the apartment. Blind. Long story.

H: J- Jesus…

E: Are we working backwards? If so, I’ll wait to share the closet stuff.

Ne: Going in random order.

E: So… should I?

Ne: Go ahead.

E: Well, uh… I’m hoping that showing you this [Edgar holds his left arm out, sleeve rolled up to reveal the many bite marks on it.] will be enough to fill you in on that.

H: F- Fuck… I- Christ.

E: Did what I had to. You… just barely missed the day I got out. A lot of other shit happened, but I’ll wait for the others to recap before I talk about that.

Ne: My kill count is officially 4.

H: …

E: I… forgot about that.

Ne: Yeah.

H: I- Innocent?

Ne: No… It was in self defense.

M: Rose made peace with Eden.

[Henry sits up, clenching his head.]

H: W- WHAT?

M: Yeah.

H: I… Ugh…

S: Mari lied to Showfall about killing me.

E: … Which I have now realized accidentally paralleled what happened with me.

M: OH. My bad. Sorry.

E: Don’t worry about it, how could you have known?

M: Yeah true.

S: The escape went… As well as it could have. I'll let Edgar fill you in on what he did.

E: [Grinning.] I set 7 parts of the mall on fire with molotovs. [The grin fades.] And… brought my kill count up to a number I’m very not proud of. Also, I’m down another rib.

H: I s- see…

E: It was… a very not fun day. Or… hm. Well…? Okay, never mind. Sorry.

M: Rose had a gun pointed at her head for 9 hours. While you did… Whatever so.

E: Fun and not fun. I finally got a small amount of revenge.

M: Yeah but you also missed Ruby fucking ragdolling Emi.

E: Aw, right… I forgot about that. Damn.

H: E- emi dead?

M: Yep. And the only person upset is… Rose for some… reason.

E: They were related. And… hm. I don’t know why else she’s upset, but I kinda get it.

H: Oh…

M: Anything else?

Ne: Henry knows I'm helping PR so nothing on my end.

E: … Speaking of PR, though… That shit with Nicholas. And the… [Edgar vaguely gestures to his back.]

M: Oh yeah… Nicholas remasked and branded Edgar.

H: W- WHAT THE FUC-

[Henry begins coughing, having to lay back down.]

E: Don’t worry, I’m… okay-ish now. Just… a bit uncomfortable to feel on my skin.

M: We could cut it off.

E: NO.

M: IT WOULD WORK!

Ne: MARI WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS. YOU CAN'T ANSWER EVERYTHING WITH A KNIFE OR FIRE.

E: Please refrain from cutting my skin off. Please and motherfucking thank you.

S: Hey guys, won't a bunch of doctor's be here soon?

E: … will they?

H: P- probably.

E: Shit, I’ve gotta skedaddle. Can’t be trapped in the damn hospital again.

Ne: Are we sure Rose isn't your birth daughter because fucking hell you two act alike.

E: I’m pretty sure she got it from me.

Ne: Yeah.

E: Bye!

[Edgar does a small salute to the group, and walks out the door of the room, turning a corner and immediately bumping into someone audibly.]

E: [Muffled.] Shit, sorry! I’ll be on my way, uh–

?: [Muffled.] SIR??? Oh my god, I’m going to need you to follow me!

E: [Muffled.] Wh– hey! No! Let go!

[His protests fade as he’s dragged off.]

Ne: Damn.

M: You give him the rope?

Ne: NO! It's still at Marina's old house. I was lying through my teeth for real.

M: Damn. Why?

Ne: HE NEEDS A DOCTOR!

M: Yeah that's fair.

H: Hm… C- Can I come back… T- To apartment with y'all?

Ne: Yeah probably. After some doctors clear you.

S: Speaking of leaving. Mari you really need to start leaving your phone at home.

M: Is it recording?

S: Yep.

M: GOD FUCKING DAMNI-

[End transcript.]

#TW cannibalism reference?#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #transcript

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ragsdolly · 5 months

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(Apologies. My computer had a seizure so I had to take a screenshot of the ask since it wouldn't save my data) Now, Like I was saying. If you never get these treated you could struggle with them for a long time or even the rest of your life. And I promise you dealing with these mental ilnesses is not the best...So!! I reccomond instead of ignoring these feeling pls try and find a way to express them. Again, like writing for example!! Journaling has been proven to help a lot of people!! Also music and drawing! Drawing definetly helps me calm down from many stressful things in my life. Say have you heard of neurographical art? If not do some reasearch on it and try it! It help the brain get all the feelings down on paper and make for beautiful art pieces! Just...Please. Try taking care of yourself every once in a while. I can tell that you are a kind soul and always want to care for others and help them with their problems but sometimes...you need help too. And that's ok! Everyone needs somebody sometimes. And that is completely normal. So please do not EVER be ashamed of feeling something. Don't be ashamed of being happy or falling in love. Because we are human and sometimes it just happens. Nothing we cant control. So we just need to embrace it. Anyway...this was all just suppose to be me telling you not to ignore you feelings. Not a whole speech. But maybe sometimes we need speeches. *Shrugs* but then again who will ever know? -Therapist ADHD

“ i.. wow.

what you're saying makes a lot of sense. i wouldn't tell someone else to ignore their own feelings, so i suppose i shouldn't do the same.. from now on , i'll try to be more honest with myself.

neurographical art, huh? maybe i could ask gangle about that, she enjoys drawing. i have hobbies i can use to express myself; i can sew, and i also crochet. hm..

.. you make a really good therapist, you know? thank you for this.. i think i understand myself a little better now. ��

#꒰ 🧵 ꒱ : asks #꒰ 🪡 ꒱ : ic #// adhd anon you are so sweet :((

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infernal-dominion · 7 months

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"Come in, come in! Talk to me, baby! What's the sitch? 'Scuse the mess—you know how busy I always am! You want Something to drink? Something to smoke? How are you feeling, by the way? It's been too long! Toooo long!"

“Heheh. It certainly has been, Belphegor, darling. Apologies for the extended absence, I’ve had a lot on my plate these past few months.” Lucifer, chuckling quietly, moves to place his hat down on a nearby hat rack, giving his cane an idle twirl in his claws, the scent of freshly made coffee and a whole mess of drugs clinging to the air in a way that already was making some of the stress slide off his back. He makes sure to walk around the mess of papers, empty and half empty coffee cups still stained with drinks on the insides, and broken computer keyboards that little the ground, smiling wide as he moves to try to find a proper seat that wasn’t covered in junk to sit down on. His smile begins to drop, slowly.

“I actually have a reason to visit you on such short notice this time around. It’s regarding someone I want to get signed up as a patient for therapy and for medical diagnosis. She’s been under quite a bit of stress as of late, too much for her to bear, and, well. She used to be a member of Heaven, so you can imagine how her mental health might be a bit…shaky.”

#your king has arrived (ic)#kugelbitch

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wordsafterhours · 2 years

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Songs About You: Chapter 5

Hello! Hope you all enjoy the update and I apologize for the drama... well not really, lol. I live for the angst both as a writer and reader. This will likely be the last update for a couple of weeks, I haven't started not the next chapter and have some things in my own life coming up.

Possible TW: Arguing, cussing

*I didn't edit this, it's hot off the press...

Word count: 3.9K

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The workweek had passed by in a blur. Chaol had left yesterday for a short trip to the coast because apparently, he was the only one trusted enough to sort out whatever problem had happened at the engineering yard. Aelin knew he was good at his job, but she wished someone else could deal with it, as their weekend plans were forced into a rain check.

A steady flow of bookgoers had been in and out of the shop, leaving little time for Aelin to mentally prepare for Rowan’s impending afternoon arrival. His books had been neatly wrapped in brown paper since their arrival yesterday and were currently burning a hole on the shelf underneath the register. A constant reminder on the forefront of her mind.

More and more light filtered through Present Tense’s windows, signaling the time was now sometime after noon. Anxiety began to creep in, making her antsy, and bobbing her knee in anticipation. Should she check the time? Would that make things worse or better? Lyria hadn’t come by yet either so maybe it wasn’t as late as she thought. The woman had said she’d be by on her lunch break to pick up the cookbook.

Deciding to chance it, her turquoise eyes flicked down, eyeing the corner of the computer. Her initial assessment of the time proved accurate—the clock displaying a bold 2:15 p.m... It was going to be a long afternoon. A few tasks for the week had been put off, due to their tedious nature, but now was as good of time as any to tackle one or two of them. She clicked into her inventory lists on the computer, evaluating what titles needed to be reordered and what genres could possibly be expanded.

Sometime later, Aelin heard a feminine voice clearing their throat. She looked up and saw Lyria shyly standing at the counter. “I thought you would have heard me come in, but I see you’re really into whatever you’re doing,” the woman supplied sweetly.

“Apparently, I’m exceptionally unobservant as of late. Good thing you weren’t an assassin, I would have been toast,” Aelin joked, dragging her hand across her throat to emphasize the dead part.

“Then who would order books for me?”

“You’re right. I can’t get taken out; the whole city would suffer from lack of literary works.”

Her theatrics made Lyria chuckle and for that, she was glad. Sometimes she could be a bit much for other people.

“I got held up at work or I would have been here when I’d originally said. No one seemed to want to handle their own fires today and naturally, they became my problem.” Now that Lyria disclosed the reason her tardiness, Aelin noted the woman did seem somewhat frazzled, with her long brown hair in a messy bun and a pen tucked in it.

“That’s exactly why I’m my own boss…,” she snickered pushing away from the counter. “If you’ll wait right here, I’ll grab your stuff from the back.”

Aelin’s office was a complete mess, the floor littered with dog toys and dried water spots. Fleetfoot was chaos embodied and this room had been the latest casualty. A hefty stack of new books sat on the corner of her wooden desk but as she roamed down the book spines, Lyria’s cookbook was not amongst them.

Shit, she internally cursed. It had come in yesterday, she recalled flipping through the many glossy pages, appreciating a few dishes that looked worth trying. Rowan’s books had also been in the same shipment and were far more interesting than the recipes—mainly because Aelin couldn’t cook to save her life. She could read though and halfway into the Campfire Tales book; it had been decided that it needed to be carried full time in the store front.

The telltale bell ring of the door reached her ears, signaling another customer had come in. Hopefully they could manage without her for a few more moments as she continued retracing yesterday’s steps. It wasn’t on the desk, shipping container, or under the register with Rowan’s books. The puppy wasn’t here yesterday, so she couldn’t blame her. Finally, she saw it, haphazardly shoved into her small bookcase by the office door. That was one place to put it she supposed, grabbing it with relief.

Lyria was still by the counter when she emerged from the back but looking far less relaxed than before. The woman kept throwing glances over her shoulder, a nervous expression in place. Was the new customer a vagrant? Had something happened while she was gone? Aelin craned her neck trying to see who was in the store.

Seeing no one, she proceeded with ringing up the book. “Alright, that’s going to be $32 even.”

“Can you put that in a bag, please?” Lyria asked swiping her card.

Aelin was slipping the item into a bag when movement in her peripheral caught her attention. Soon, a familiar figure came into focus, and she couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from pulling up. As quickly as the smile had come, it disappeared. He didn’t deserve smiles and niceties.

Rowan hadn’t approached the counter, seeming as though he was waiting on Lyria to leave or maybe he was quietly praying to Hellas for guidance on how to ruin Aelin’s day—that seemed like the more plausible answer.

What she did notice though was how tense Lyria was now that he had joined them.

“Here, all done. You’ll have to let me know how it goes with the cooking,” Aelin requested, handing the packaged book into Lyria’s open hands.

“What a small world Orynth can be,” Rowan chimed.

Aelin was undeniably missing something.

“So it would seem, Rowan,” Lyria replied as she turned to face him.

Rowan had the biggest smile on his face and offered out a closed fist in Lyria’s direction. The woman bumped her own fist against his and gave a small chuckle.

It was clear the two knew one another and were likely friends. But if that were the case, why had Lyria been acting so strangely? Aelin continued to glance between the two looking for more answers.

“Well, I better be going, I still have one thing to finish up at the office before I can celebrate the weekend.”

“Still on for Saturday?” Rowan asked Lyria as she walked past.

“Of course,” she answered quickly, almost too quickly, her cheeks pinking up. Aelin’s eyes unconsciously narrowed Lyria gave a small parting wave to Rowan. Either the two were intimate or given the other woman’s reaction, heading in that general direction.

Aelin felt her stomach drop with that deduction and she tried to shove down the sudden wave of nausea that was creeping up. She shouldn’t care. She didn’t even know Rowan, much less like him. Yet, a small nagging voice in the back of her head whispered “liar”.

“Good afternoon, Aelin,” greeted Rowan.

“I have your stuff right here,” she declared, pulling out the wrapped stack from under the counter and holding it out to him.

“Usually when one person greets another, pleasantries are exchanged, and then the conversation transitions into a more serious note. So, let us try this again,” he chastised trying to sound serious, but Aelin could hear the humor beneath his words. “Good afternoon, Aelin.”

“Good afternoon, Rowan,” she replied with an eye roll.

“Eye rolls don’t make for polite conversation.”

“Who said this was a polite conversation,” she quipped, trying her best to sound indifferent.

“Gods, are you always this so damn difficult?” he implored, leaning against the desk and staring her down with pine green eyes.

Aelin gave a noncommittal shrug and waved the wrapped books in his direction, silently pleading him to take them. Polite Rowan was the last thing she had been expecting and he’d further caught her off guard with his teasing. She did not like it one bit.

“I’m not taking the books until you have a conversation with me. I know you can because you were talking to Lyria just fine.”

She sighed, loudly, and sat down on her stool, contemplating whether to be nice or a pain in the ass. The latter won out. “How do you know, Lyria?”

“Does it matter?”

“You’re the one who wanted to have a conversation. This is me using my words, Rowan.”

Rowan was visibly frustrated. He took a few deep breaths and pinched the bridge of his nose. Aelin surmised he was choosing his next set of words carefully.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Lyria and I met when she attended one of my hiking get togethers last year. She attends them still if she’s not busy with work.”

She wasn’t sure what she had expected his explanation to be, but it wasn’t that. Lyria didn’t strike her as the outdoorsy type… and Rowan didn’t strike her as a people person. But you know what they said about assuming.

Aelin again pulled the wrapped books from beneath the counter, holding them out to him with smile, trying to appear apologetic—which she was, but she’d be damned if she actually said sorry for being nosy. Or for being rude. His green eyes flitted between the books and her face a few times before he finally grabbed them from her, his finger accidentally brushing against her own.

An electric current zinged up her arm and she jerked it back in surprise. Had he felt that, too? The look on his face was unchanged but his eyes seemed a little darker, emerald instead of pine. Neither commented on what had just happened and an awkward silence ensued.

She was about to ask if he was ready to pay for the books, when the bell of the front door chimed, and a middle-aged couple walked in. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said quietly as she went to meet the customers.

“Hi, my name is Aelin. Did you need any help or are you just browsing?” Her tone was very polite; she hoped Rowan was taking note of it.

“So nice to meet you. My wife and I are visiting from Eyllwe. When we looked up things to see in the city, visit downtown was number one on the list. We were walking by just now when we saw your shop and thought we’d pick up a good book or two.”

“That’s wonderful. I hope you’ve enjoyed it thus far. Downtown still has many of the old buildings from before the great war, which I’m sure you’ve noticed. The opalescent shine gives them away.” Aelin smiled fondly, recalling history lessons with her dad freely given every time he brought her downtown. Both Evalin and Rhoe had had such pride for the city and Terrasen—a pride they’d passed to their daughter.

“Oh yes dear, it’s been such a treat,” agreed the woman.

“If you are interested, I’d love to show you the section especially catered to showcasing Terrasen, and if not, I can direct you in whatever area you’re interested in.” Books had been her life for as long as she remembered, and it was a gift to share that unbridled passion with others.

“Oh, we’d love to see your specialty section,” both exclaimed excitedly. Aelin didn’t worry about Rowan, he could wait, or come back later. These people were actually excited to hear what she wanted to share and say. She eagerly ushered them to the back of store and into a small room dedicated to her homeland.

Roughly an hour, six books and exchanging of numbers later, they were done and heading back towards the register. Aelin’s steps slightly faltered, surprise consuming her at the sight of Rowan’s hulking frame occupying her stool behind the counter. His attention solely focused on the leatherbound book laying atop the counter, giving no indication he was the slightest aware of their approach.

Aelin couldn’t stand it, elbowing him in passing and he jerked, almost falling off the stool. Much like a fox in the chicken coop, she couldn’t resist this moment of gloating. “Look whose unaware now.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes, and she could see him gearing up for a smart remark until he realized they weren’t alone. The look in his eyes was clear enough.

Brat.

Aelin could tell he found humor in the situation which filled her with a feeling she couldn’t place at the moment—there was always later.

“Is this your boyfriend, deary?” the wife asked.

Her heart felt like it was going to race out of her chest, a wave of heat creeped down her neck. She knew her face was beet red. Rowan merely snorted at the comment but otherwise remained his same confident self. It would appear the ball was solely in her court.

“He’s uh- “she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to come up with a label for what Rowan was. Were they friends? Acquaintances? She wanted to say bothersome asshole but that wouldn’t make for palatable conversation, and he had been rather nice today. “- my friend. I just special ordered some books for him.”

Aelin subtly glanced sideways, trying to see what Rowan thought of them being “friends”. His eyebrows were drawn together, creating a small crease in his tan skin, and his mouth a thin line, but it wasn’t a hard expression… she’d mark it down as thoughtful.

“Oh, how exciting! I’d be poor if I had access to a bookstore owner at any given time.” The woman unaware of the tension she’d created with her intrusive question, kept rattling on to her husband about their books Aelin rang up their purchases. After they paid, they promised to keep in touch and let her know how they liked the books, before wandering out of the shop.

Aelin waited, expecting Rowan to move from behind the counter now they were alone. Again. Instead, he continued to sit there, unbothered, reading the page he’d been on earlier. She loudly cleared her throat, pointedly staring at the side of his face. His face stayed a mask of indifference, giving no indication he’d heard her at all.

She cleared her throat, louder.

Still nothing—he flipped the page.

And we are back to being worse than Hellas, himself. Mala grant me the patience to not commit murder, Aelin internally pleaded to herself while continuing to stare at him occupy her space. There was no way he couldn’t have heard her clearing her throat, meaning he was purposefully trying to get a rise out of her.

It was both infuriating and lovely that he wanted to rile her up. Perhaps they had found their way into a tentative friendship. It didn’t negative the fact she wanted to push his 6’ 4” frame onto the floor, though. Violence brought joy from time to time.

Her eyes traced down along his jaw, noting the light stubble gracing it, down his neck decorated with words in language foreign to her, and along his muscle arm, appreciating the way his long sleeve outlined it. He was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen and that was saying something considering all her friends were especially attractive. Chaol was handsome but it was different—he didn’t command the room or draw attention wherever they went.

Rowan deftly flipped another page, drawing her attention. He was now past the point of where she had stopped yesterday. Curiosity driving her forward, she moved behind him, peering over his left shoulder so she could read, too. She read along as he finished a story about some giant worm who ate people and was glad that these were just “stories” and not true encounters.

Since he didn’t seem to mind her presence, Aelin stayed reading over his shoulder as started a new tale about a witch who was said to live in the Middle, a neutral part of the Prythian forest. Aelin was only vaguely aware of “the Weaver” as it had been a scary story her parents had used to keep her and Aedion from venturing unaccompanied into the forest at night.

“It is said the Weaver is not of our world, but a death-god fallen from another dimension. A being of immense power, she reveled in the worship she received and reigned terror upon Prythian’s citizens, using live sacrifices’ life forces to keep her young and beautiful. However, she was bested by a young warrior, her power diminished, and subsequently doomed to occupy only a small parcel of land in Pyrthian forest.

Here, she crafted a cottage from bones, fat, and hair of those who crossed her path. The home filled with a collection of treasures, tanned skins, and yarn woven from hair. Untouchable by any of the neighboring lands, the Weaver did as she pleased within her boundary, lying in wait like a spider with a web. No one had successfully stolen a trinket and lived to talk about it, until—”

Rowan closed the book, effectively ending Aelin’s reading. She made a small noise of discontent and felt his body shaking. Suddenly, she noted her chest was pressed against the warm, firm planes of his shoulder and back. She’d been using him as a rest spot, he hadn’t corrected her—and now, now she was feeling his quiet laughter, not hearing it.

As though he could hear her racing thoughts or detect her panic, he whispered lowly, his accent thick, “I didn’t mind.” A warm heat bloomed in her chest at his words, her panic dissipating into calm feelings. Neither moved, maintaining the intimacy of the moment. Her mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like run her hand down his arm or to rest her head in the crook beneath his jaw.

Guilt took over before she could try to rationalize it away. Somewhere in her mind, she knew this was wrong and the thoughts she was starting to have, were wrong. Chaol deserved better than her and he should be the star of the things she was thinking. Yet, he wasn’t.

Aelin pushed away from Rowan, trying to end whatever was happening. Standing, Rowan stayed silent as his pine green eyes looked her up and down, seemingly searching for something. Aelin felt naked under his gaze, hating how he already had the power to make her vulnerable. The tension was palpable in the air, weighing on her. He took a step towards her, almost erasing the distance she’d put between them only moments ago.

“Aelin”

The rest of his words went unheard as the shop’s front door swung open, clacking against an entrance table. She stepped back and turned, zooming in on the person who’d rudely come in. She paled as turquoise met bronze. Chaol’s body was tense, face pinched in anger as he approached desk. Aelin would be the first to admit the situation probably looked bad to an outside party.

“What the hell is going on here?” Chaol barked, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the both of them.

Rowan scooped his ghost leopard book off the counter and held it up alongside the campfire book, showing Chaol why he was here. “Buying books.”

“Is that code for ‘about to kiss someone else’s girlfriend?’” Aelin could see the vein in Chaol temporal throbbing.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, man, but we were just talking.”

“And you needed to be behind the desk to talk? Sounds like a load of shit to me.”

“Aelin was reading some of the book and I wanted to sit down.” Rowan’s answer sounded convincing despite it partly being a lie.

“Like she couldn’t read the book on her own time? She doesn’t need your help,” her boyfriend spat defensively, stepping closer in Rowan’s direction.

Aelin would never speak to either of them if they fought in her store.

“Can you both stop talking about me like I’m not standing here?” she exclaimed in frustration, throwing her hands up. Neither acknowledged her, too busy staring one another down. She would get nowhere as long as both stayed in Present Tense.

“Chaol, Rowan was just leaving. He was literally saying goodbye when you came in throwing a fit.” Aelin turned, eyes pleading with Rowan to go. He gave her a rueful smile, leaving her alone with her boyfriend. When the door shut, she focused all her attention on Chaol, who remained standing, arms crossed, glaring at the floor.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? What the fuck, Aelin? I come here to surprise you and you’re basically nose to nose with some guy you swore you didn’t know. That’s the guy from the bar.”

“I don’t really know him. Yeah, I know his name and I know what books he likes read, but I don’t know him,” she admitted defensively.

“You’re bending the truth to fit your narrative, Aelin.”

“No, you’re just mad and hearing what you want to hear. I don’t know Rowan. Before last week, I’d never even seen the guy. In case you haven’t noticed, Orynth can be a really small place.” Aelin was trying with everything in her to maintain a level-headed conversation with Chaol but she could feel herself losing control.

“I just find that hard to believe. He was behind your desk. I’ve been dating you for six years and can count on one hand the times I’ve been in your office or behind the desk. Is he why you don’t want to move in together?” he questioned angrily, slapping his hand against the top of the desk.

Aelin startled, his gesture unexpected. This was the most upset she’d seen him in years and part of her was remorseful, but the other half, mad. He had no right to be slinging accusations at her and bringing their personal issues into a discussion that they had no bearing on.

“Stop using this conversation as a way to bring up other issues. Moving in together has nothing to do with that guy and quite frankly, it’s both hurtful and infuriating that you’d accuse me of cheating or whatever it is you’re doing,” she yelled back, her semblance of composure fracturing as her voice cracked.

“Don’t put words in my mouth!”

“So, it’s okay for you to come into my business, yell at a customer, insinuate using that customer as a reason for not moving in together… but when I question and correct you, I’m suddenly putting words in your mouth?” The palms of her hands were screaming in pain, her tightened fists digging her nails into the flesh. She would not break down in front of him. He deserved her anger, not her tears. If digging into her palms kept her from breaking, she’d do it until they bled.

“Fuck this,” he hissed roughly rushing backwards towards the door.

Aelin wanted to stop him, to not end this converstion on a bad note, but she stayed glued to where she was. Chaol glanced over his shoulder as he opened the door, “I’ll see you when I get back.” He left just as loud as he’d come in, the slamming door deafening throughout the empty store.

Aelin stood and stood and stood, staring at the door like he’d come back any moment and apologize for it all. But he didn’t. And it wasn’t until the sun began to disappear behind the tall buildings of the city, that she released her tights fists. The pale skin of her palms an angry red with crescent moon shapes imprinted in them, some bloodied.

As the pain receded, so did her resolve. Her eyes prickled, tears welling in them. She sunk down, crumpling on the wood floor, exhausted. Silently, tears rolled down her cheeks, shoulders shaking as she cried. Earlier she had been perfectly content, passionately discussing books and leisurely reading. And now, she could feel the crack in her soul growing a little larger, her light dimming a little more.

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