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#sad day for me despite all the booping#found out one of my fam’s cats died last night#and then my husband tested positive for covid so now i’m having to isolate all weekend so i can try and not get it 😔#but i already feel bad but luckily still testing negative#so took a sick day anyway which sending those emails gives me major anxiety but like who wants a sick person in their office cmon???#also my job could be done at home 95% of the time but we only get one day at home 😭#so that could solve this but instead now yall get no work out of me ya played yourself#just gonna huddle and cry and boop all day then#pet death tw#katie.txt
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Patiently waiting
Concept: finally, the day where the letters in the pregnancy test say something else than "negative" has come, and you did all you could to be sure of the result. you have never kept a secret from jack, this couldn't be the first one.
Part I
almost twenty minutes passed and you were still on the floor, looking at the plastic stick on your hands. positive... it was positive. it wasn't negative. you looked at the little screen waiting for the letters to switch up like in that percy jackson movie but they never did, they were clear as day; positive.
before you told jack, you knew you had to confirm it with a better test, so you quickly made a call to your doctor's office and they did what they could to fit you sometime soon, so you just needed to wait until the next day to go over there.
you had things to do, like grabbing all those things you needed from your grocery list. you tried to do all you could fit in that day so your mind didn't run off, making you excited over something you weren't so sure of.
the following day you woke up way before the alarm did, so you tried to get some work done before you had to get out but it was impossible. you were already thinking about how would you tell jack, how would he react, how would you decorate the baby's room. was it going to be a boy or a girl? see, you couldn't be left alone with free time in hands because your mind would run wild. you decided to stop it and left the house, arriving way earlier to your appointment but they understood it and took you in for the blood work. they said they would be calling you as soon as they get the result.
luckily you had work to do, because you could just sit and think about all the ways things could and couldn't go, and that's exactly what you didn't want, you didn't want expectations and a possible heartbreak if the result came back negative.
you spoke a lot with jack in the mean time, and you were so good at hiding it, but you couldn't stop your mind from thinking "how in the world i'm i going to tell him???"
when your phone ringed and you read the name of your doctor's office on your screen you almost fainted and when they told you it was really really positive, you almost fainted again. you started crying while the lady on the other side of the phone congratulated you. an appointment for your first check up was scheduled for the following week, meaning that you would have to hide the news from jack a little longer.
"hi, daddy" - you greeted jack that same night when he called you.
"uh, is this going to become a spicy call?"
"would you like that?" - you messed with him. if he only knew the "daddy" part was real.
"hell yes, mami" - if he only knew the "mami" part was real.
you wished time could go faster, like in that scene from twilight where edward left and bella was sitting heartbroken watching the months go by through her window... just like that. you wanted to close and open your eyes and be there at the doctor's office with him telling you everything was fine, but sadly it doesn't work like in the movies so you just waited and waited, feeling the time was going slower everytime you looked at the clock, at some point you even felt it was going backwards.
but finally, the day came and there you were, laying at the doctor's office watching the screen, looking at the very little shadow that happened to be your baby. A BABY!!!
"i'd say you're around a month and a half..." - the doctor said.
"do you think it's ok if I tell jack? or that i should wait? i don't want to give him false hopes" - you wanted to scream it into the universe but you were also scared.
"i do think things will go well. your body showed us its more than ready to conceive and we have been making sure its a safe and healthy place for a baby. you two wanted this so bad, so i do believe he or she is here to stay. you deserve this. besides, he's your support system. right or wrong, he'll be there for you no matter what's the outcome. make him a part of this since day one" - he advised you, and he sounded so sure that it made you decide right there that you were going to tell jack.
you asked him to see the baby again, this time you were able to record it, because the first time you did you were a shaky sobbing mess.
now it felt real. now it was really really real, the realest it could be.
"how am i going to tell jack?" you kept thinking over and over again. you thought about all those cute videos you've seen online, but those took time, and he wasn't going to be home any day soon. he deserved to know, now, so you texted him.
"busy?"
"just finished the interview i told you about and we're now going back to the hotel. i'm tired, i'm going to try to take a nap before the show. why?" - he answered just a few minutes later.
"i need to talk to you about something" - you were shaking at this point.
"what did i do? i swear it wasn't me"
"oh boy. it was you..." - you said before sending him the video you took earlier, where he could perfectly see the screen and hear the doctor guiding him to where the baby was, since it was so tiny it was barely visible. the doctor finished with a "congrats, guys" and you turned the camera to face you, showing your teary eyes and a thumbs up next to a huge smile.
the video lasted around forty five seconds, and in fifty, he was calling.
"hi" - you answered with a smile that could make him fall in love with you if that was the first time he saw you.
"baby" - he murmured with tears already running down his face.
"yep, there's a baby" - there he screamed and laughed like a lunatic. it seemed like he was waiting to hear it from you to let it sink in and actually believe it.
"we're having a baby" - he whispered. you could see him sitting at the back of a car, where he let his head fall against the seat, looked up and murmured "thank you, God". you already knew it, of course, but that just showed you he was the one. the right man to create this whole new life with - "how did you find out?"
"well, that's a weird story. i was at the supermarket..."
#jack harlow#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fic#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow x reader
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Hello everyone,
First of all, I want to say sorry for not being that active. This will be the last week before spring break, and I think you'll see more coming from me.
But I want to update you on my current life and situation, so if you care and have some minutes, I'd be glad if you would read all of this.
I applied to other schools a month ago and I got accepted. I didn't do anything wrong, and I don't feel uncomfortable at my current school, but I applied to schools that have a course that focuses more on art & aesthetics because I have more interest for those kind of subjects, but that whole situation follows me day by day. It's an important decision I have to make and I have to think about it.
Therefore, I'm mentally kinda overworked.
Yeah, I know how dumb this sounds, but I literally am so scared to make the wrong decision, and I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to handle that change.
We also wrote a lot of class tests in the last two weeks. Luckily, I got through them, but the next thing I'll have to prepare for are exams.
They are in the middle of may, so I have some time left, but tbh my math skills are super bad, and I'm so worried that I won't be able to pass...
These things trigger my eating disorder, and I'm already trying to cope in another way, but breaking those habits is so hard.
But I'll see a therapist on Thursday.
Not only because of my ed but also because of panic attacks.
I recently had one after a year, and that was so horrible because there were other people (I had theatre and we had to do an exercise with emotions and we had to really feel it... The 1. emotion was anger, and you don't know how much energy I had in me, and I couldn't handle all that), so I had to kinda 'restrain' it, which made it all worse. I literally hate to cry in front of people and show emotions that aren't happiness, so you might understand that I felt super uncomfortable in that situation.
I just went out of the room to get all that out of me, but it was so bad.
Yo, that just kinda makes me realise how burned out I'm and how bad I treated myself these past 4 years.
I would be lying if I said I'm not crying and that I'm scared that you all will be tacking this message really negatively.
I don't know if it even makes sense to post that, but at the same time, it might be better to be transparent with you all.
It's not like, I don't want to work on this blog and interact with you cause it brings so much happiness to me. I love to see all your reactions and feedback! I really do!
But sometimes, I just feel like a wreck and like I am not able to do anything.
I'll try to work on myself, and I think with professional help, I might be a better Risa and enjoy my life more. I really want to improve and be at peace with me.
I was always so scared to talk about my problems & feelings, but maybe it's time to change that and allow myself to feel a certain way and to find a solution for all that.
I hope you will still support me and be part of this journey.
With lots of love,
Risa
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Maybe, princess bubblegum (adventure time) relationship headcanons?
Sorry for the long wait!
PB relationship headcannons
Tags: Princess Bubblegum x fem!reader, cute science girlfriends, I love PB so much help, but I still didn't edit it through so sorry for any mistakes
Author's note: I srsly need to write more stuff for PB, I love her sm (,:
Word count: 1,3k
To be honest, I think it would be kinda hard to date her
Not bc she’s a bad partner or anything, but bc she’s literally busy all the time
Either with the kingdom or doing some wack experiments
Since you started dating tho, she’s been involving you more and more in said experiments
She would never do anything to hurt you dw, but your hair might accidentally turn green for a week or something
She’s actually so invested in the relationship tho, like she even reads books on how to be a better partner and communicate lol
She’s so cute <3
Even before you got together she was studying you
Not in a creepy way I promise-
First she was confused bc you always made her feel funny, lightheaded, sweaty palms, increased heartbeat ect.
She somehow chugged it up to you being radioactive or her being allergic to something you wore
Dude Marceline laughed so much at her when she told her that
I feel like even Finn would end up saying something
Like it’s so obvious from her behaviour that she likes you, she just refuses to acknowledge it
She invites you over so often that you end up having your own room at the castle
She gets so happy that you’re invested in her projects as well, she will call you at literally any time to tell you something cool she has figured out
Omg the two of you are literally the stupidest smart people ever
I kid you not, before you started dating she sat you down to report her status on the tests she had run on you
And none of you realised it was just normal symptoms of being in love lmfao
“So, Y/n,” Bonnie said, adjusting her glasses. “The multitude of tests I have run on you all came back negative, but what is highly unusual is that you seem to be experiencing the same symptoms as me..” She trailed off, looking down at her clipboard with furrowed brows
You frowned. “That’s weird. Finn is human too but you’re not allergic to him, right? Could it be my shampoo or something?”
She shook her head, pursing her lips. “Hah. I dunno. You don’t have this reaction to any other citizens of the candy kingdom, correct?”
You shook your head, as deep in thought as her
It would suck if you were somehow allergic to each other, you loved spending time with Bonnie more than anything and you were sure she liked spending time with you as well
You both eventually realised that you like each other when cinnamon bun of all people yelled at you to get your act together and date already ^^
Both of you were so embarrassed lol, especially PB bc she’s supposed to be the smart one
Of course you started dating soon after that, but that didn’t stop Bonnibel from conducting more tests on you
Well-meaning tests tho
The candy citizens are over the moon that you’re dating, they’re so invested in your relationship lol
It’s sweet, but gets suffocating pretty quick
Luckily, Bonnie has a lot of hiding places the two of you can hang in
Your favourite is her private garden
The two of you spent hours in there reading
Mostly she reads to you while you rest your head on her lap, when she’s tired though you read to her
The only one who disturbs you in the garden is peppermint butler, he only comes in to bring you tea and cake tho
I can go on forever about this, but Bonnibel cherishes you so much
Sometimes she goes a bit overboard tho
You gently have to remind her that your relationship is not a mathematical equation and that you’re not one of her test-subjects but actually her girlfriend
She gets so embarrassed, hiding her face in her hands and blushing madly when she realises she has gone too far
It’s nothing some kind reassuring and kisses can’t fix tho
The only downside to a relationship with PB is her tendency to get so invested in something she neglects anything else
When she does this she can also get pretty cranky, she might yell at you or insult you if you try to pull her away from whatever project she’s invested in
She never truly means it tho and she honestly feels like crap if she’s made you cry or caused a fight between you
She’s pretty stubborn tho, so it might take a while for her to come and apologise
But in the end, she never fails to make it up to you
On another topic, she loves to show your relationship off
If you’re not the type to normally dress pink and girly, she loves to dress you up for formal events
Even if you hate the outfit, her giddy smiles and compliments are enough to make you begrudgingly deal with it
But if you are the type who loves to dress up, she’s even more ecstatic
She would actually love it if you’re better at makeup than her, so she can ask you to do hers
She’s so happy to finally have someone to drag to the formal events as well
I mean, she made peppermint butler go before, but she enjoys your company a lot more
She has made you ‘honourary ruler’ of the kingdom, just so she had a proper reason to take you along
The princess’ girlfriend was not fancy enough to be accepted by the older leaders
Finn probably thinks you’re the coolest couple ever, after he got over his jealousy that is
Claims he wants a relationship like yours one day, it’s really flattering tbh
On the topic of jealousy, the princess has many, many, many pursuers
None of them which she is interested in tho, but it still stings a bit to watch them all waiting outside your castle
Kinda like they didn’t expect your relationship to last long or something
You told her this and she brushed it off rather quickly, bc this is something she’s so used to she doesn’t really understand how it can make you feel
If you sit her down and properly tell her your feelings though, she will be much more willing to take it seriously
She hates when something upsets you, even if it’s a thing she finds super trivial
If you end up fighting though, Jake gives the best relationship advice
Or Marceline, depending if you want the more ruthless version
Finn probably refers to you as ‘the cool science gf’s’
He’s always down to help whenever Bonnie gets kidnapped by ice king, since he’s a more experienced fighter
He also just likes to laugh in ice king's face and tell him that the princess is already in a loving relationship
Omg but after so many times of PB being kidnapped, you find that it’s actually quite easy to rescue her yourself
Ice king is very easily distracted 0_0
She always kisses you as a reward for saving her, so cute <3
Lol everyone knows not to bother you when you’re discussing experiments with Bonnibel, not daring to get involved in the complex mystery of whatever she’s studying at the moment
She really appreciates that you’re able to go into ‘deep science mode’ with her and discuss her theory’s for hours
It doesn’t matter if you actually have something smart to say, just that you’re willing to listen
Pls she does so much to make it a healthy and sustainable relationship, even if she seems to treat it like a science experiment at times she really does mean well
She will give it her all if you’re willing to do that as well
She’s actually pretty mature about relationship stuff like that
Bonnie is just so happy to have someone to nerd around with <3
HI! Ty for reading <3
Pls lemme know if you want me to put in a break (the keep reading thing) for easier access and reblog bc I normally only do it in my long works^^
Love, author
#i hope this is okay#adventure time#adventure time x reader#princess bubblegum#princess bubblegum x reader#why is that not a tag >:o#finn the human#jake the dog#marceline
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Part 1 of 5 for Thorns - note that a couple of days have passed by now. A huge segment of this will be taken directly from Viola's profile, so I'm sorry if a lot of this has already been seen ^^" A familiar face is owned by @bear-cubs-art-things
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Viola had finally arrived home after the long walk from the hospital.
The incident back at the bar had made her become nervous about any illness that could have been spread through a bite. The monster world had faced an epidemic of a human disease known as rabies long ago. As often as it was joked about, it was commonly fatal with little known survivors. All three members of the bar fight had been tested, each luckily coming back negative. Their wounds are treated, as expected, and they were set to leave the following morning.
Viola paid them a visit the following day, both to offer support to her friend and to agree to disagree with foes. Blue was smart enough not to press charges, much to the dismay of Twig. Creature had promised to work on her actions, so long as Viola offered support. Though reluctant, she agreed.
All she needed to do now was settle into her bed, and god, was she excited for that. She doesn't really recall walking into her house that night - just waking up on her couch the next morning feeling just as exhausted as if she hadn't slept at all.
Waking up that morning felt unreal. Maybe it was because she was still tired. Maybe because she wasn't used to having others within her home. The living room had a soft, sweet scent that Viola couldn't recognize right away, but it was certainly familiar. Perry had made a simple bowl of oatmeal for Lily, who seemed to enjoy the additional strawberries and sugar added in as she sat on the floor and enjoyed the morning cartoons.
"Well, g'morning there sleepin' beauty," Perry teased. "Feels like I haven't seen you in days. Well, other than last night."
"Two days," she corrected, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Some crazy pompom bit a few monsters that I knew. I had to get them tested for any kind of illness and work out legal actions. You would think having your medical license revoked would lessen the number of monsters you have to take care of, but no. Silly me.. Wait, what happened last night?"
"Well, after makin' the nastiest Mac and Cheese I've ever seen, you stubbed your toe and laid on the floor for a couple of hours while crying about a relationship with a pango or something. You also managed t' make lemonade, which I find fascinating for how messed up ya were. Once I felt it was safe, I just moved you to th' couch. Didn't want the little one to see you like that."
Viola hid her face in her hands, grumbling about her head and regrets and embarrassment of the previous night. She hadn't gone drinking again, had she? Why was she so disoriented? A lack of sleep could be an explanation, but it hadn't been that bad. Has it?
"Have you been sleepin' well? or at all?"
"I've just been busy."
"Alright," Perry sighed, helping Viola sit up. "What's goin' on in that fuzzy head of yours?"
"It's nothing. I'm just worried for my friend."
"Well.. Didn't seem like nothin'. You were quite th' mess."
"I.. I don't know. I've felt off since I left with Jaiden. I'm going to hope she didn't poison me or something."
The barrb took a seat on the couch, listening.
"What makes you say that?"
"Perry, you don't - you don't need to 'help' me or talk about anything with me. We both have a lot going on, you know, with the kid, and you don't need any more stress."
"Honey, I can handle takin' care of a monsterling. Sure, it's a risk, but I've accepted it. I can tell there's more on your mind than stars in th' sky."
Why did Pereskia want to help so bad? Sure, it could just be common monster decency, but she had more than one reason to hate the bowgart. Shouldn't this be the other way around? It felt unfair.
"Could ya maybe tell me about your friend? You seem to be close with 'em."
".. His name is Blue. I've known him for a couple of years. I haven't spent a lot of time with him, really, but his friend Twig was one of my first patients. He was at the bar I went to a couple of days ago, though, so we.. caught up. Kind of."
"Kind of?"
"Well, the whole biting incident I mentioned earlier happened. Ended up cutting our conversation short to get everyone treated and settle differences to avoid legal actions. Twig wouldn't shut the hell up, though. Seriously, I want to smack him with a shovel."
Pereskia couldn't help but give a small chuckle to the last comment. Wouldn't that be funny!
"It feels weird," Viola continued, "having known him for so long but not.. knowing him."
"Have you thought about talkin' to him more?"
"Sometimes. But he has his own stuff to worry about. I'm not saying he'll worry about me in any way, but I'd rather not take the risk. He's one of those monsters that you rarely come across who you can trust instantly and have no whiplash from it. After what happened that night, I'd be surprised if he chose to still talk to me."
"Have ya tried?"
"Not exactly. I gave him the option to visit before leaving the hospital, so it's up to him if he wants to come back."
"Well, as long as he knows the door is open. By the way, there's some oatmeal left over if you'd like some."
"Oh yeah, sure. Didn't know I even had any."
"Viola, you have the saddest kitchen I've ever seen. I mean this with all the kindness I can muster, but have you ever used your oven?"
"My microwave has done more for me than anyone ever has."
"That explains it. C'mon, I bought some strawberries to mix in."
Viola draped the blanket over herself, dragging it as she walked into the kitchen. She went ahead and brewed some coffee, adding milk and sugar. She usually didn't have anything additional with her morning cup, but she didn't care much for following whatever schedules she used to have.
The day carried on with a palpable heaviness that rested on everyone within the house. Perry managed to keep a calm tone, which certainly helped with whatever rattled in Viola's mind. The barrb knew she couldn't get the other to talk, and it was the least she could do.
Lily had chosen a classic game that even Viola had played in her past. She laid out one of the many blankets that resided on the couch, setting up small porcelain cups and an old teapot that Viola simply never used. As there was pre-made tea readily available, their game was ready to begin!
The bowgart was hesitant to join at first, as she always seemed to be, but she wasn't as tense as she had been before. Whatever Perry was doing, it was working pretty well! Getting to know the kid better wouldn't hurt. As the game went on, Pereskia debated on baking something to add more. Perhaps later. For now, they grow to know one another.
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About an hour into their tea party, there's a knock at the door. Viola's fur stood up, a sudden rush of cold fear coursing through her body. She stood up, having the group hide within her room and lock the door.
Shaking off her worry, Viola opened the door a smidge to get a better look of who stood on the other side. Their deep blue pelt seemed familiar.. she opened the door, greeting the other bowgart.
"Oh. hey, Blue."
"Uh - hi!" Blue stuttered. He felt awkward already. "Just. Checking in to make sure you're doin' alright. And to thank you for.."
He does some gesturing with his hands, clearly referring to the treatment after the bar incident. Blue's leg nearly seemed like nothing but bandages. Whatever message that pompom wanted to send, it definitely had gotten across. Would have been easier to just use words, but that would be expecting too much, wouldn't it? Maybe Creature could be visited another time.
"Ah. Yeah, no problem."
Viola thought back on her talk with Perry. Blue knew the door was open, so he came.
".. Hey, do you want to come in? If you're not busy, that is."
She moved aside, giving him the option to enter. He agreed, walking with a slight limp and looking through the new surroundings. His eyes fell to the blanket resting on the floor, the ceramic playset still filled with tea and crumbs sitting on old plates.
"Am.. am I intruding on something?" He asked, motioning to the cups. "I-I can leave if I am, I don't mean to interrupt."
"Uh -"
Viola was quick to bundle everything up, likely making the mess bigger, but at least it was within the blanket. She simply tossed it aside, climbing back over the couch.
"That was from earlier, I was.. watching a monsterling. Or something. Please, do come in."
Definitely not the strangest of excuses, but Viola had been vocal in her past of her disliking of children. It had been a while since the two had talked, though. Perhaps she had a change of heart? It reminded Blue of the monsterling of his own, Tweedledee the maw. He gave half a sigh, half a laugh, and made himself a seat on the couch.
"Didn't know you got into babysitting," he commented. It was lighthearted. He was happy to be in the presence of a friend. At least, one that wasn't constantly getting into fights.
"Anyways, how've you been? It's..it's been a while since we've talked.
He gave a smile. That smile alone told Viola that Blue was kind, with a big brain and an even bigger heart. Filled with empathy, no doubt. She didn't know if she could step through the door he had opened.
"Well, I had to do something with my time. It's better than being flooded with diseased monsters."
She returned the joke, though a bit less of a funny one. Viola took a seat as well, thinking of her answer to Blue's question. Her debating between truth and lie was more obvious than she would have liked, and she knew it.
"I've been.. existing," she shrugged.
There was just something about Blue's soft expression that assured her. Even so, she just didn't know how to talk. She sighed, pushing her glasses up. That collected, informative doctor persona took charge.
"If I'm being honest, my mind has been all over the place. What I told you back at Barry's was hardly even a summary of what all happened back at the hospital."
"Oh?" Blue shifted a bit, allowing his friend to know he intended on listening. "Well, what happened? If you don't mind me asking."
That shell was growing back. It grew around her, ordering for her to keep her mouth shut and her chin up. The bowgarts eyes flickered between her friend and the floor. Honesty is annoying damn it. Is it too late to call quits? The door is right there. She doesn't have to do this. Does she? Viola took a breath, treating the situation as any other doctor would.
"Plant Island's weather has been scrambled recently, if that wasn't obvious enough. Unsurprisingly, it's affecting other islands as well. If you've noticed more monsters walking the streets, that's due to the fire monsters moving to this area to avoid the cold. Amber is a wreck right now, and I thoroughly believe Plant will be next."
She fixed her position, fidgeting with her hands.
"Of course, all those patients were dumped onto me and my hospitals, which was severely understaffed at the worst possible time. After a good amount was diagnosed with nothing more than Chills, we treated every monster accordingly. Unfortunately for me, I was given the one monster who had underlying illnesses."
Blue nodded, acknowledging every word being said. He would've asked who, but being that patient information was confidential between the patient and the professional, he figured it was best not to ask. Right now, he just needed to listen to his friend. He wanted to.
"I don't know what he had. But It was enough to kill him."
Her voice grew ever so slightly coarse. Her eyes seemed to look through the other bowgart, almost as if she were looking into the past. She could see it again.
"I've lost many patients in my time working there. Monsters die. I know that. But they've never died by my hands."
Blue's soft look turned more serious, acknowledging the circumstances and expressing his worry. This took a sudden shift, but he was determined to help. He knew almost nothing of Viola, but that wouldn't change his empathy.
"I'm a murderer, Blue."
With those words, she seemed to crack. That tough outter shell started to cave in.
"His wife wouldn't leave his side. She tried to find a doctor, she tried to find me, but I had left. I left to work with other sick monsters because I was stupid enough not to check him thoroughly. There were so many monsters, I.. I didn't know what to do. I just - I just went from room to room with no direction! She watched him die. She lost her husband that night. She lost the family she had never started. She lost her lifelong love, and she even lost her home. And I took it from her. I took everything from her because I was fucking selfish."
It was almost unnatural seeing Viola break, a visible stream of tears starting to fall from her eyes. The monster who couldn't seem to care less about herself and others, the one that always spoke with a sharp tongue and sarcasm. A sharp-toothed grin forced itself through, determinded to keep her emotions stable to what she was willing to show. It only made her feel worse.
"Hehe, and I think 'Hey! Isn't this famililar? Isn't this exactly what they did? You really are no different than where you came from!"
Why was she telling him this? This is too much - she needed to stop. She needed to. There was a pause. Blue looked at Viola, concern written all over his face. He decided on his next words, trying to provide some comfort to her. He swallowed, unsure of what to say
"Monsters make mistakes, Vi. It's not your fault that you didn't know what he had. You're not a murderer."
He placed a gentle hand on hers, trying to give some reassurance.
"Monsters make mistakes. Doctors shouldn't. I'm supposed to give monsters care, I'm supposed to figure out why they're sick and not throw everything into one category. I know how she feels, Blue Watching the killer get away with taking your world. Taking all you had. It isn't fair."
Her sorrow shifted to frustration. She had told him of her second mistake. Would she be able to speak of her first?
"I would have let her kill me if she tried."
If she tried? You really are a liar.
"Let her kill you?" Blue furrowed his brows, worried. "Even doctors make mistakes. No one is perfect, not even a doctor. That's what makes us monsters."
"Mistakes are different between monsters and doctors. The consequences - they're so, so different. It wasn't just a mistake, Blue."
Her forced smile became crooked. She began to hiccup. Then sob. It wasn't pretty. Her glasses fell to the floor as she hugged herself, a mixture of horrid crying and jagged laughter coming from her mouth. She shouldn't speak, but it was too late to go back.
"It was fate, wasn't it?"
Blue bent over to pick up her glasses, wishing he had something to clean them with. He held them for a second, looking at them, trying to think of - no, searching - for something to say. Some action he could take to help her calm down. He swallowed, turning his attention from Violas glasses to her shrimped up puddle of a body. Heart-wrenching sobs shook through her. Definitely wasn't pretty.
Blue didn't reply right away. He was a bit stunned at her words, to say the least. They rang in his ears like bells that wouldn't stop chiming
".. what do you mean by 'fate'?"
His words were soft, barely audible. He knew something was very wrong, yet he didn't shy away from it. Why did he care? Why was he so.. nice? Viola questioned it over and over. He offered her galsses back.
"I.. I'm sorry, Blue. This- this has never happened before.. not in front of anyone."
Viola took her glasses, looking over the teary stains that coated them. God, she was a mess. She sat them aside, rather having blurry vision than seeing Blue's reaction to this. They had another pause, giving each other time to gather their thoughts.
"Fate.. my family has a history of repeating itself."
Viola's powdery blue eyes met the other bowgart's. She wants her words to stay with him and no one else.
"What I'm going to tell you.. I haven't said to any other monster. It was all over Cold Island, but as far as I'm aware, nothing has reached here."
Blue's hand rested on her shoulder, assuring her he was paying attention fully.
"I'm listening," he said in an almost hushed voice. Viola took in a long breath.
"I come from a wealthy family. Cold Island, to be exact. My parents didn't earn anything they had. It was just handed to them after my father's grandparents passed. They owned diamond mines, so it brought in a lot. Despite doing nothing but sitting on their asses, they were always busy. Honestly, I don't know what went through their minds when they chose to have kids."
Blue nodded.
"We were watched by the monsters who they hired, though my brother, Arlo, did more for me than anyone. Hell, I think he said he was the only one who watched me take my first steps. I have no idea how he remembered that - he would have been 4. Guess that just happens when you're given that much responsibility."
"I presume you and Arlo got along pretty well?" He asked.
"We did," she said, wiping her eyes. A smile formed - a real one. It wasn't like her pesky smirk or forced toothy grin from earlier. Blue couldn't help but smile, too. "We used to cause all kinds of trouble. One time, we copied a movie - I think it was over Festival of Yay? And used a sled down the stairs. It was late, and we weren't allowed to go outside, so we made the best of it. That's how I lost my first tooth! A baby tooth, of course."
Viola wanted to linger on those warm memories forever. There were plenty to do such. But she knew she needed to continue.
"Our parents wanted to put us in a private school. We weren't really up to it, and they didn't care enough to fight back. I.. wish they had."
"..care?" Blue asked. He felt as though he was being a bit insensitive, the word lingering on his tongue. Despite that, he could see the longing and genuinity of Violas expression. The first true smile that he had seen on her in ages, albeit a small one. And with that smile, he could see a little bit of Viola for who she truly was for the first time instead of seeing who she was forced to be. It was different, definitely, but it was a change for the better, no doubt.
"Yes," she answered simply. It was than she could - or would - express. "Most of our years were normal. We stood out a lot, though. Everyone knew of our wealth. At least, they knew of Arlo's. Obviously, I was just the annoying little sister with purple hair. I wasn't picked on for it or anything - it's just not a common coloration. Shades of blue? Yeah, it makes sense. Purple? Weird, but not impossible. I'm getting off topic. All that's needed to know is that it made me easily recognizable."
Viola froze. She hadn't spoken of anything yet, but it saddened her already. She could see the school hallways in her mind as clear as day.
"Arlo was awkward. We didn't have much of an established social circle. Monsters just came and went. I think he just wanted someone to hold on to, so he wasn't alone. He.. got into the wrong crowd. They were selfish monsters. They only knew him because he was the first to have everything. He had a car first, the latest phone first. He didn't even like the stuff he got - he liked how others thought he was cool. They wanted him in their group for the advantages. It was embarrassing, really. Their way of telling if someone was in their circle or not was through wearing black beanies. Everyone owned at least one! I mean, come on! If you want to be at least a little unique, at least choose a better accessory! Ugh."
As annoyed as she was, Viola still humored the tale. The other monster gave a short laugh, but it didn't distract him from the whole story.
"I guess he just wanted to fit in?" Blue asked, regretting the words the second they came out. Viola's fur stood up, but she accepted his curiosity. She's told him this much - it wouldn't hurt to tell more.
"He had been alone for a long time. Having your sibling as your friend only does so much. I can't blame him for wanting more - he deserved more. I just wish I could have done something."
She shook her head her head, almost as if she were trying to shake it of the thoughts. There was no use in fighting.
"They changed him. A lot. He didn't like himself anymore. But he was still my big brother."
"Was..?" Blue whispered.
Viola's throat felt as if she had swallowed needles. Her voice lowered, a last attempt to maintain a steady tone
"End of his senior year. They wanted to go out, to party or something. I asked if he could stay, if I could go. He didn't want me to see them. He said goodnight and left. He let one of his friends drive. They took him farther than he thought. He took things he'd never seen. He drank a lot that night. He hated alcohol. He saw who he was made into, and he hated it. I don't know what he said to them, but it was enough for them to steal his car and leave him to walk home."
She took another shaky breath.
"He never came home."
Silence. Uncomfortable, suffocating science. Blue felt his heart sink to the floor. He took notice of Violas tone, her expression, everything. The realization dawned on him, feeling as if he had been hit in the gut.
"Vi.." he found it hard to breathe, Viola's grief becoming his. "I.. I'm so sorry."
"I can remember everything from that night," Viola allowed herself to cry. "He stopped answering my messages. He wouldn't answer any calls. I even messaged the people he was friends with. Nothing. It wasn't until I hunted down my parents that I got a response. We found him hours late, frozen to the sidewalk. He didn't come off in one piece. I saw him. No one kept me from seeing him. He wasn't wearing that damn beanie. I think he threw it away. I'm proud of him. I wish I could tell him that.
The tears didn't hide. It hurt so much. Blue looked at the floor, then back to Viola. He had never seen her in this state, nor had he ever expected to. He moved his hand to her far shoulder, bringing her closer to him, trying to provide ease and comfort for her in a friend's presence.
She seemed to sink into Blue immediately, bawling. No laughter. No hiding. Not anymore. She didn't need to hide it. She was safe, and she knew it. For the first time in years, Viola had a shoulder to cry on. it couldn't have lasted longer than a few minutes. As did everything, it felt far longer.
All the years of bottled up feelings were being spilled into the drain at last.
"I wish it ended here," she hiccuped. "It didn't. The same parents who gave little to no attention to their kids suddenly realized they had any at all. They kept the funeral hidden. covered everything with their money. I'I never forget seeing his "friends" faces as they put him underground. I wanted them dead. Arlo deserved to live, not them. No one ever looked into what happened. But I knew. I knew my brother. I knew the crowd he was pushed into. I couldn't show my face at school. Everyone knew who I was. Everyone wanted to know what happened. No one wanted to know how I felt. I returned to homeschooling. Another mistake I made. My mother wanted me to make up for his death. 'Make something of yourself. Don't disappoint us, Viola. You cared about him, didn't you?'."
She mocked her mother's words, bearing her teeth with spite.
"Medical school. They pushed plenty of their savings into it, moving me farther ahead than I was ready for. I can't stand hospitals. Fate," she recalled the word. "My family repeats its past. Those animals murdered Arlo. They took away everything I had. And I.. I did the same. I killed that monsters husband. She lost everything she had."
Viola looked to blue. For half a second, she seemed like nothing more than a kid. A confused, mourning kid.
"I know how that monster feels. She wants me dead. Just how I wanted his 'friends' dead. I can't pay her back with anything but my life."
Blue moved his hand, wiping a tear from his friends cheek with his thumb.
"Wishing for others' demises won't make things better, Vi. It'll only continue the cycle. That said.. I don't think you deserve to die because of the monster you were forced to be. That's unfair. You can't change your past, but you can change your future. Become the monster you want to be, not the monster you were forced to be."
He gave a smile. That damn smile. It could light up any room.
"Just know that when the world's against you, I'll be right here. I'Il be your biggest supporter if it comes to it."
He opened his arms a bit, offering. Viola hid her face in the hug, giving a sigh that let away to any remaining pain. It's been far too long since she felt the honest and true care of another monster. The edges of her mouth curled into a smile, comforted. Blue was real. It's almost impossible to grasp.
"You remind me so much of him.. Maybe that's why it took me so long to really know you. I wish it could have been different."
She let go, her thankfulness present in her expression. Still, she worried.
"I.. I'm sorry I put so much of my past on to you. I know you wanted to help, but it feels.. a bit much. This is the first time you've even visited me, other than needing Twig to get patched up again.. Is there any way I can pay you back?"
"There's no need, Viola," he assured. "I'm glad I was able to help you out.. actually, there's one thing you can do."
Blue set a playful hand on her shoulder.
"Just promise me you'll stay true to yourself from now on, yeah?"
He welcomed the change at full, glad to see one of his closest friends happy. Truly happy.
"I promise," Viola agreed. She doesn't know how much of it she can hold up, but she was more than willing to try. They shared another long embrace, Blue making sure Viola would be ok on her own. They said their goodbyes, promising to keep in touch. Her doors are always open, as are his.
Viola sat with her back against the front door, wiping her face off. God, that was.. a lot. Her mind tried to deny her ever speaking, but she was well aware of her actions.
Most of them. Her bedroom door opened, Perry walking out. She had this look - this unreadable look. Viola doesn't think Pereskia herself knew what it meant.
"Hey!" Lily yelled, running to the mess that once was their tea party. "You spilled the tea!"
"Boy, did she," the barrb sighed.
"Perry, I'm sorry, I got caught up and -"
"Honey, it's.. it's alright. As much as I hate hearin' about it again, it seems I'm not the only one who got hurt."
Pereskia offered her hand.
"Come on. Your talkin' isn't done yet."
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this is the third day in a row I've had major trouble getting to sleep because of relatively minor covid symptoms, and luckily because I EVENTUALLY slept a solid amount yesterday I am not feeling quite so murderous today, but I seem doomed to just waiting for exhaustion to overcome the "my nose is blocked I can't breathe easily and I can't relax even with my mouth open" anxiety. and that will probably take several more hours.
like, I could admit that olbas oil and inhaling steam isn't doing the trick and ask a friend to get me decongestants. but my very bad throat only lasted a few days and the person who infected me is already testing negative so it's looking reasonably likely I'll be feeling better or moving onto different symptoms by tomorrow.
(sidenote but I've been getting frikking brain zaps for several days now - I'm not on any antidepressants, but since going on one years ago that's notorious for its withdrawal effects, which were in fact Fucking Terrible, I just get this sometimes when I'm very tired, so at least it's familiar - and like, freshly annoyed no doctor ever warned me this could be a thing, freshly frustrated there's so little info and research on the phenomenon.)
(but I did find some recent research that actually described it like I experience it and not just as "sensation of electrical shocks in the brain" - for me it's like sudden jolts of dizziness/disorientation still physically localised in the brain, and it's fascinating to realise it's related to eye movement for a lot of folks - and I'm very grateful for that, because this is the sort of batshit brain glitch that makes you think something's very, very wrong if you don't know what it is.)
(...also if you do, tbh. I may in fact start feeling murderous again if it hangs around for too long. once was bad enough.)
tldr REALLY looking forward to sleeping just a whole fucking ton when this is over, folks. I'm gonna invent whole new sleeping patterns about it.
also if anyone else here has dealt with brain zaps before, high fucking five [in hazmat suits], we deserve shirts <3
#illness blogging#pandemic stuff#thank you everyone for wishing me well!! i am currently A Bit Crazed by the sleep situation but it's going fine. really.#falderal speaks
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The days that followed that nightmare night were difficult. Memories surfaced at regular intervals, yet I still couldn't make sense of what had happened. I was not drunk, I had drunk a non-alcoholic beer, yet it was as if my inhibitions were completely absent. But how was it possible ?!
Going to work every morning, knowing that I would meet Eric, was torture. Luck worked in my favor when I learned that he had taken some time off. That he wanted to avoid seeing me, knowing what he had done?
Obviously in the lab the rest of the team knew that I had gone out with Eric, and there was no shortage of questions from the younger colleagues, jealous that he had asked me to go out together. I sidetracked any overtly sexual questions, claiming it had been a simple outing with colleagues at a bar and that the evening was over within a couple of hours.
I could have told them to beware of Eric, not to try hard to get a date with him, but I avoided. I didn't want anyone to know what happened to me.
I also avoided talking to my friends about it. Summer, however, began to sense that something was wrong and she bombarded me with phone calls and texts hoping that I would confess everything and get rid of that enormous weight I was carrying.
"I told you. It was a rather boring evening, to be honest. It wasn't the company I expected, that's all," I declared in one of our last telephone conversations.
"Are you sure nothing has happened? You've been avoiding us for days, you don't want to go out with us"
"Yes, don't worry. I'm just very tired from work, but as soon as the Christmas holidays arrive we will spend more time together" and I cut it short, hoping to have convinced her not to ask more questions about it.
Two weeks passed and December came. The snow began to fall again almost every day, burying everything under it white mantle and how much I wished it could also bury my pains. I tried to distract myself in every way and thought of dedicating myself to Christmas decorations. Some light outside the house and a nice colorful tree in the living room. I mistakenly hoped that this was enough to instill some happiness in me, but the more time passed the more I felt bad and I just wanted someone to understand what I had, no questions asked.
One morning like all the others of the week I got up early, ready for a new day, but something fell apart. I suddenly felt sick, my head was spinning and the nausea increased in a few moments. I vomited everything in my stomach and stood leaning against the cold ceramic of the toilet for an incalculable time. When I was able to get up without the head spinning again, I picked up the phone. It was Saturday, luckily I wasn't working or I should have warned that I was sick, but the date shocked me. Trembling and pale as a rag, I counted the days on the calendar. My periods were late. Taken as I was by the emotional stress of the last period I did not realize the time that passed.
"No ... it can't be ..." I thought, but fear instilled itself in me like a poison that corrodes your veins.
Copperdale has only one pharmacy, not far from my home, but fear of feeling sick en route, or being seen by Cullen, forced me to call and ask for home service. Half an hour later the delivery guy rang the doorbell, left me the bag, took the money and greeted me with a big smile wishing me a good day, and God knows how much I wanted it to be.
My hands were shaking as if they had been exposed to the bitter cold for hours as I opened the box and read the pregnancy test instructions.
"Two lines positive, one negative ... and what if it doesn't completely color?" I read aloud, sitting on the toilet. I felt like I was going mad, as if that plastic stick were a knife ready to tear my flesh.
"Don't be a coward!" I urged myself and took the test.
3 minutes ... the instructions said to wait 3 minutes for an optimal result, but already after 1 minute, which seemed like a century, two well-defined lines were drawn on the white stripe. Pregnant.
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Hey guys!!
So, just a little update about me and all:
Sorry for not posting this week, I’ve been working on a different project. I don’t know if any of you remember, but around the new year I had begun working on making Mondo’s jacket, since I have had an old leather duster coat hanging in my parent’s closet since I was 14 and obsessed with Spike from Buddy the Vampire Slayer. I noticed that it is similar enough to Mondo’s jacket and began painting it to look like Mondo’s coat.
Well, I lost motivation for that project for ages, especially after the school year started and work got crazy busy for me. Now that the school year is over and I had a week between my regular after school job and my summer school after school job, I decided to try to finish up the painting for the jacket at the least. And I did! I finished painting the right sleeve, which was the only area I had left and BOY was it complicated. Like… dear god, Mondo, your jacket is a nightmare to paint. Oof.
Anyway, I’m addition to painting the jacket, I also attached the high collar, since the original jacket’s collar was just an ordinary collar. I used fleather for the collar, but it looks enough like the genuine leather of the coat for it to not be a problem. It just was REALLY HARD to sew, since I don’t have a good enough sewing machine to see through any kind of leather, and I realized only after completely finishing seeing it that it was the wrong shape. So I resewed that part, painted the collar, and attached it to the jacket painstakingly, since for some reason parts of the genuine leather were really hard to sew, while others were easier, despite nothing really changing about the material or what I was doing. So… no clue. I did stab myself with the non-pokey end of the needle once, the thing slicing into my flesh, since even the non-business end of a needle is sharp. I even had on a thimble, it just speared the finger not wearing it, of course.
I still have some more I want to do with the jacket, like add decorative gold buttons and maybe… MAYBE try to reline the jacket with purple fabric rather than the black, but that’s a hard maybe. It’s gonna be hard, I know, and I wouldn’t fully reline it. I was thinking of just seeing the purple fabric to the black liner, and just having it on top of the original lining. But that’s gonna take ages without a sewing machine, so maybe not. Eh.
Now, in addition to all of that, my mom currently has COVID, which is a problem for all of my family since she is physically disabled (she has quadriplegic cerebral palsy) and my dad, brother, and I are all her caretakers. As such, we have to be in close contact with her still, and due to her disability, she can’t wear a face mask. We’re all wearing ours, but it’s kind of just a matter of time. Though I think I already have COVID, since I’ve had a pretty bad periodic couch, and my throat/chest hurts. Cold meds make it feel better, though, and I’ve tested negative on the at home tests the last two days (though those aren’t always accurate), so who honestly knows.
If you’re still here at this point, then I’ll let you know that I may be putting posting TPWM on hold for a little while. My desktop computer is in the living room, where my mom is, and I don’t want to be in the same room as her for an extended period of time just in case I don’t have COVID. I also noticed that I have two different documents for the next chapter, one with edits from my phone and one with edits from my computer. I have to go through each document to add the edits into one document. Luckily I marked all the edits I made on my phone with **, but it’s still going to be time consuming to put them into the computer document and then edit everything one more time for cohesion sake. If I didn’t dislike the mobile version of Word I would use that, so I could have my document on the cloud, but eh. I also hate the cloud, as it’s not as secure as I’d want it to be.
So… yeah, lots happening right now, oof. I’m going to focus on getting better (either from COVID if I have it, or from whatever virus I do have if I somehow don’t), and I’ll continue working on my jacket and other art projects I want to do. Just wanted to keep y’all informed. Sorry for the long, rambling post, as I said, I am sick and not feeling up to editing this, ha.
For funsies, have a few pics of my Mondo jacket. I only have the one pic with the collar, since I finished that after the whole COVID debacle and I don’t have much space in my room to take pictures. Once the covid thing is done, and once I finish adding the buttons, I’ll have my older brother wear the jacket and do a whole photo shoot kind of thing, since he has Mondo’s build, kind of.
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A low gasp erupted from her lips upon feeling Sashimi’s full weight on her lap after taking in her scent. Her fingers ran through her fur, raking her nails while wearing a gentle smile of her lips. Even now, she struggled to meet his gaze—overwhelmed by his reaction, even if it brought a sense of relief. “I was starting to think that something was odd when I kept feeling tired.” Rei mumbled before turning her head to the side once he sat next to her. His touch against her back served as a reminder that she wasn’t alone of this, so there was no reason to be so afraid. “I had a bit of nausea today, so that’s when I thought…” The rest went unsaid, given the outcome. She’d lean against him. “I felt really anxious at first… scared… I wanted to cry until I realised I’m probably just hormonal.” And that things weren’t as bad as they felt at that moment, while she was alone with her thoughts. Her face pressed against the side of his neck with her lips away from his skin so she could speak. “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to conceive… it felt like we tried… so much.” And just now, they got their confirmation. Even if it was too early to celebrate, Rei knew she wouldn’t be able to bear the news alone.
With Sashimi on top of her, it was a bit difficult to move—turning her body slightly to the side so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much today. I just wanted you to be back already.” Indulge in this soft moment, which allowed her to lean against him both—metaphorically and physically. In a quieter tone, she’d whine before admitting with a slight pout. “… and maybe eat your food again.”
Jiro had to chuckle with slight embarrassment, as he was sure, he would have simply thought that he was sick, if he had been in her situation. Honestly, he had not even thought that such signs would come so early, but rather super late, weeks, months after, where one could finally see some roundness. He never imagined it too straining for the body in the beginning. "You are certainly smarter than me," he admitted somewhat awkwardly, scratching his cheek. Sashimi in the meantime, occupied Rei's lap, blinking slowly. Finally she had calmed down too. Her big fluffy tail moving back and forth.
"Why?" Jiro looked rather confused, already struggling with her hormones, as he would think it would be good news, whereas it sounded like tons of negative stress by her. His arm tightened, when she ended up leaning closer to him, something that annoyed Sashimi a little, who wanted no movement whatsoever right now. A louder meow left her. "I never doubted you," Jiro mumbled, and pressed his lips on top of her head. That, and maybe his busy schedule had kept his mind off such things as well for a while. But he also had tried not to be too pushy, when he held back to ask if she had tested herself yet.
A final protest followed and Sashimi decided to hop off from Rei, who clearly favored her owner right now, than her. "I missed you too," he admitted almost shyly, before kissing her, pulling her onto his lap at last and holding her properly. Something that was still possible, luckily. At work his mind drifted way too often to her now, and how he would just like to spend time with her and no one else. It was not good for his work flow, but he could not help it. Hopefully no one will notice. "Ah, but not everyday, right? ... I would miss yours too," Jiro commented with a grin but also slight worry. Honestly, he had gotten used to finished meals when getting home, which had been a rather nice luxury, he did not want to give up on for the next nine months. "... or I help you," he mumbled, fearing for a moment, he would potentially anger her with his laziness.
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Coachella 2023
Where do I begin with this one. I guess we can start with a little back story before we get to the actual event. We’ll probably have to go back to Coachella 2022. I was so excited about this trip when I was invited to go. The year had just begun, and things were going so well for me. As time went on, things started to fall apart, and I found myself in a low and dark place. Few knew of that situation but to keep it simple, my heart was broken. I needed to get away and luckily Coachella was right around the corner.
The day arrives, and of course, with my luck, I start feeling under the weather. I’m already in a bad head space but now it’s also physical. I took medication and we’re on our way. Hello LA, hello Palm springs, we have arrived. I call my sister to show her the place and she suddenly gets serious. She asks if I’m alone and then tells me that our mother has covid. Hearing this, my body just sinks. I make sure she is fine first but then all these thoughts run through my mind. I’m already feeling sick, maybe I have covid too. I was around her the whole time until I left. What do I tell everyone? Do I have to quarantine and miss everything? I’m starting to go into a panic and eventually I tell Nick what’s going on. Luckily, they have a test on hand and it’s negative. At this point, it’s too late, I’m already in my head.
First day of the event comes, and for the most part I’m clocked out. I don’t want to miss this opportunity so I take more medicine, hydration fluids and we make our way to the grounds. It was a great experience but again, I’m not totally there. One thing though, we did catch Madeon that day and I will forever remember that performance. In hindsight, that was the performance that showed me the potential of what this event can do for me. Madeon will forever hold a special place in my heart. We catch a few more sets, I believe we close out with slander and then we head back home.
The second day came, and as I awoke my body and mind was like, no, not today. My overthinking got the best of me, and my body just shut down. Still tried to push through, but eventually I had to just call it. Told Nick I wouldn’t make it out today. I literally just slept all day and just tried to move on. Luckily that was enough for me to recover enough to make it to day three.
Day three was tough as well. Traffic was crazy just trying to get to the grounds but we eventually get there. Not even sure who we saw but I do remember the closing set, Swedish House into The Weekend. Although it was a bit of a rocky weekend for me, that closing set was also a great experience for me. The festival ends, and we’re back in LA. I’m processing everything and examining all the highs and lows. I came to the realization that the lows were all on me, all self-inflicted. I had to redeem myself, and had to wait a year to do so.
Coachella 2023 is approaching and to be honest, I did not prepare for it at all. I said I would, but I was just lying to myself. I had no expectations for this trip and was kind of going through the motions. The only thought I had was, just go out and experience it. I think that was the best decision I could have made because it ended up turning into everything, I needed it to be. I fly out a day earlier just to get better situated and just have an extra day. It was just the four of us (Jase, Lee, and Lex) and it was just a chill vibe. The next day comes, everyone’s flying in and we make our way to the house. I can’t explain it, but for some reason I was just more comfortable with everyone. Last year, maybe because I was in my head so much, but I felt like I was walking on eggshells with everyone. This time around, I was more carefree. I still didn’t talk as much, that’s more so how I am, but I did talk much more than last year. I was just present and not lurking in the background.
Day one comes, and oh boy did we start off right. Everything was just a vibe, and everything was just right. It didn’t matter if we left a set early, cause whatever set we went to next was still a banger. I’d be damn why we leaving already only to be like, yo, this sets fire. I’m already vibing but when we go to see Metro Boomin, everything just opens. I simply walk over to Nick, I walk over to Lee, and just tell them, I’m feeling it. I was in my own world and nothing mattered anymore. Metro fucking kills it and we go to see bad bunny. I’m not even a fan and that guy killed it. Even with the difficulties of trying to bring post out, he still put on a show. Day 1 ended and I’m excited for the rest of the weekend.
Day two comes around and its more of a relaxed start to the day. I decide to do some merch shopping first at the grounds and then continue on with the festivities. We catch a couple lit sets, eventually split up to watch what we wanted, and I ended up going with Blackpink. This was truly a dream come true for me. I thought this would never happen, I would only just see them on youtube or the Korean shows I watch but nope, there they were, right in front of me. It was everything I thought it would be and more. There set ends and again, I’m vibing. Calvin Harris is next and luckily he’s playing at the stage I’m already at so we just settle in and I just lay there looking at the sky. Our group eventually comes back together and Calvin goes on. Another banger to close the night.
Last day, lets go. There weren’t many sets I was interested in this day outside of Porter Robinson. He played a bit earlier but nonetheless, great set. Not only that, he brought out Madeon for shelter. Remember what I said about Madeon earlier. I think that was the climax for me. I was set for the whole trip now. I got everything I wanted and I couldn’t be happier, but we still had more to go. Everything after this was just bonuses. Catch a few more sets until we get to Jai Wolf. That set took everything out of me. I left it all during that performance. We leave and all that’s left is Frank Ocean. He was a huge disappointment but I won’t let that take away from my experience, Coachella 2023 was a fucking hit.
Festivities are over and we’re all heading back to LA. All the emotions are hitting me at this point. I was so happy and all of a sudden it was all over. I was so thankful to everyone, I was sad it was over, happy to experience all that I did, and tears just came down. I excuse myself to let everything out and I just want to say thank you to Nick and Lee for checking up on me. That truly meant a lot to me. Its now our last day in LA and people have already started flying back home. Its just a few of us now and we decide to go get some food. Afterwards, they wanted to go to the beach but I had already made up my mind after the first day to get a tattoo to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I told Nick and Lee that day, I know what I’m getting. We split up and I go get my tattoo. Now every time I look at it, I will always remember this weekend and these people. This truly has been the greatest weekend of my life.
Again, I just want to say Thank You to you all and Thank You, COACHELLA.
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So I got COVID a few weeks back. Hard to say exactly when, since I didn't know until the symptoms hit, and there's probably a decent amount of variation in incubation time.
First couple days of symptoms felt very much like how the flu feels for me. Those fever chill sensations, dull aches and discomforts around the body (if I had to guess, it's lymph nodes getting busy with all the immune system activity and getting sensitive, maybe swelling up), the kind of headache that only hits when you stand up or otherwise move in a way that raises blood pressure momentarily. Strongly aversion to moving, kinda all-around miserable. And coughing. Lots of coughing, dry, rarely with any payoff of that "lung clearing" feeling, though I did find that my trick of doing some cardio exercise helped a little with getting that.
After two or three days I felt generally better, more energetic, more willing to move around, but had a bad sore throat. The kind of sick throat pain that mostly only comes in when you swallow. Luckily drinking water and tea as hot as I could bear it did a lot to help temporarily ease that symptom. Coughing persisted.
At some point I started getting those nice lung clearing coughs again.
After a couple days of sore throat, the only symptom I had left was coughing. That didn't really get better until a little over a week later.
I tested negative couple days in a row... close two weeks ago now.
But the coughing never really went away 100%. Now it kinda feels like a reset to my old childhood asthmatic lung situation. Just a lingering lung sensation of something, which occasionally escalates to a cough need. I presume the solution is, just as it was in childhood, getting into regular physical activity that pushes my breathing fitness.
And today I can definitely say my lungs took a turn for the worse as of last night or so. Maybe as of the night before. Not sure why. Nothing serious, just the mostly-dry asthmatic coughing got a lot more severe suddenly. Certainly I'm not doing exercising my breathing nearly as much as I think I should be, but I think that doesn't explain the worsening in itself.
The more interesting question is if my house is somehow making things worse. Back when I was a child in Russia, I was only really asthmatic when my family lived in an apartment building with a persistent roach problem. However, when my family moved to the US in Florida, even though roaches showed up in the house sometimes, I never got as bad. So until now the working theory was that it was specific to those roaches - whether the species itself or something tied to them.
But!
Now I'm in an apartment I've only been in for four months or so, in an area which in principle might have different roaches or a different microscopic ecosystem linked to the roaches.
Past five-six years I lived in California, and I never saw a roach - they don't last long without water so that might be why. But now that I'm back on the East coast of the US, they're definitely just always in the environment, and it's only a question of if the building is better for them.
The last two places I lived at on the East coast, I never saw a roach that I can remember. Here I've already seen two roaches.
I don't know how permeable, or how hospitable, my current apartment is to roaches. I got the impression their way of entry was getting sucked in through the air conditioning system. That was a couple months back, and I adjusted all the little air conditioning vent slats throughout the apartment to have less room between them. Since then I haven't seen one, so maybe there was something to it. But really I gotta do what I did for ants at the last two apartments: caulk or otherwise sufficiently seal every single crack and opening.
I've got lungs possibly modified by COVID, or still not fully recovered, so it might be making me more sensitive to any number of things.
The other thing to consider is that back when COVID first started - long-time readers of my blogs might remember this - I was having asthma-like lung issues for a while, at my previous place. On/off. And more cardiovascular exercise was how I fixed it. A bit of sprinting up and down the stairs every few days tended to do a good job of ending it and keeping it at bay. But it did kinda occasionally come back if I slacked on the fitness. To this day I don't know if that was due to something in the house or due to my body just being asthmatic unless kept in better shape than it will regress to if I'm not exercising enough.
So maybe my COVID experience just coincided or augmented, or set in motion by reducing my activity levels, yet another resurgence of asthma that I'm having.
*shrug*
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Sequel to this.
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Danny found Clockwork in the library. He stayed by the door, fidgeting with his gloves, not drawing attention to himself, even though he was sure Clockwork knew he was there. Questions bubbled inside him, heavy yet light, never quite reaching his tongue.
"Clockwork?" he said, finally, taking a step forward.
"Hello, Daniel," said Clockwork, pleasantly, turning away from his shelving.
"About what happened yesterday... I have questions. I... don't understand."
"You understand emotionally," corrected Clockwork. "But you do not have the words to describe your understanding, and therefore are finding it difficult to think about. This troubles you."
"Yes," said Danny. He took a few, deliberate steps forward, closer to Clockwork.
Clockwork nodded in acquiescence and set his books aside. They began to shelve themselves. Danny shivered.
"I have, over the time during which you have known me, arranged things so that you would perceive following my instructions and as being beneficial to your Obsession. This began as soon as our first meeting."
"I didn't follow your instructions then, though."
"That is correct. You ignored my warnings, and a threat to the safety of your friends and family emerged. Luckily, this was the only such negative example you needed. You have been very cooperative." Clockwork paused for a long moment, as if waiting for input from Danny, but continued. "After that, it was not difficult to reinforce the association to the point where you will heed me and pursue my instructions over other, seemingly more straightforward, routes to fulfill your Obsession."
"Because you need my help."
"Yes," said Clockwork.
Danny rubbed his wrists and tugged on his gloves, feeling the need to do something with his hands, to look at something that wasn't Clockwork. It was all... very logical. A simple explanation.
"I stayed in the room," said Danny, "because I knew it was the right thing to do." Because Clockwork wouldn't make Danny listen to, to that without a good reason. Because Clockwork always had a reason, and his reason was usually to keep something bad from happening, or to make something good happen.
"It was a test," said Clockwork. "I know I can trust you, now."
Danny took a deep breath and nodded. "I... feel like I should be upset."
"You are not."
"No." Instead he felt... touched. Grateful.
"That you have learned as a human conflicting with what you are as a ghost."
"I'm not all the way a ghost, though."
"You have an Obsession," said Clockwork, as if that was more than enough. Maybe it was.
But that brought another oddity into focus. "You aren't speaking in riddles." Clockwork was being really blunt, actually.
"There is no need. Would obscuring the truth under these circumstances change it? I speak in riddles when there is need to do so." Another long pause. This time, Danny took advantage of it.
"You said you loved me," he said. "Did you mean that as, you love me as a person, or as, I don't know, as a tool?"
Clockwork raised an eyebrow. "That is a meaningless distinction. You are both. To love you as less than your entire self would be to not love you at all."
Apparently, this response was something Danny had wanted, or at least that some part of him wanted, because he felt something loosen inside himself, some arcane tension unspooling.
"What happens next?" asked Danny, taking another few steps forward, putting himself almost within arm's reach of Clockwork, who had not moved the whole time.
"To your Obsession?"
"Sure," said Danny. "But I didn't know that could, like. Change."
"It cannot. But in the near future, you will no longer be able to emotionally distinguish between loyalty and obedience to me and Obsession."
"Isn't it like that already?"
"Is it?"
Danny thought for a while, then shook his head. Right now, listening to Clockwork lead to him helping people. It wasn't the same thing. Except when it was. "Helping you is still helping."
"Yes, perhaps. But it is only helping me."
A small thrill ran through Danny, seeming to resonate in his core. He took another half step closer.
Clockwork blinked, then looked away, just slightly, frowning. Danny tensed, relaxing minutely only when Clockwork looked at him again.
"You will never be a threat to me," said Clockwork.
Danny opened his mouth to comment on the non-sequitur, because of course, he would never be a threat to Clockwork. Clockwork could control time. The very idea was ridiculous.
But something was shifting inside him again, a tiny change in the arrangement of his psyche - or something more physical, considering what ghosts were like. There was tension again, but a much more bearable, comfortable tension.
He raised a hand to massage the center of his chest, over his heart. "That- What you just said, that did something, didn't it?"
"Yes," said Clockwork. "It is possible to cause a ghost to destroy or remake themselves by convincing them that they are a threat to their Obsession, or a portion of their Obsession. I removed one of the avenues an enemy might take to do so."
"Because I believe you over them."
"Quite so," said Clockwork.
"But," said Danny, thinking, "you didn't say that I won't be a threat to my Obsession at all."
"There are futures where that might yet come about," said Clockwork. "There are possible circumstances under which you would do more good remade into something more useful. I will not lie to you, Daniel. Not about this."
That should not have been the comfort that it was. Not the part about not lying, exactly, but what was implied.
"You'd tell me if I did become a threat?" Danny asked, leaning forward. "You'd... remake me?" His voice cracked, though Danny couldn't tell what emotion it cracked with.
"Yes," said Clockwork, the answer as crisp and clean and true as all his others. "It would be very easy to do so, once your perception of your Obsession progresses."
It was a relief. A weight off his shoulders. A promise that if he ever started to become something like him again, Clockwork would stop him. The guarantee that if there was a way he could be more helpful, Clockwork would show him, would reshape him to fit it, if necessary. A gentle, steady hand, guiding him down the right path.
He shouldn't feel so happy about this.
He closed the distance between himself and Clockwork, leaning against the older ghost.
"Thank you," he said. "I love you, too."
"I'm glad, Daniel," said Clockwork, wrapping the loose folds of his cloak around Danny's shoulders.
Danny snuggled closer.
"Clockwork?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"There are shapeshifters."
"There are. I am one of them," said Clockwork, demonstrating.
"What if- What if a shapeshifter made themselves look like you and told me to do something?"
"If they were convincing enough," said Clockwork, "I suppose you would do it."
A tiny, distressed sound worked its way up from Danny's throat. That felt like betrayal.
"I am pleased you recognize the danger. But once I am incorporated into the framework of your Obsession, you will develop the ability to recognize me."
Danny hummed at the praise, but the idea of being tricked like that left him feeling sick. "I will?"
"Indeed. You have noticed how your powers are all in service of your Obsession? It would be the same."
"Form follows function."
"Better to say, function follows purpose, but the other saying is true in this case as well."
"Can we- Can we make it happen faster?"
"Make what happen faster?"
"Making it so, so you're..." Danny stumbled over the words. Clockwork had said it so easily. "So that when you tell me to do something, it connects. So I know it's part of helping people automatically, and I know if it's you."
It was what Clockwork wanted for him, so it must be a good thing, anyway.
"Is that what you want? Be honest, Daniel." The last was said kindly, softly, with tenderness for all that it was a demand.
Danny opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again. Be honest.
"Yes," he said, firmly, surprised at how much he wanted it. "But... I'm scared."
"It is alright to be scared," said Clockwork, soothingly. "I have a challenge for you."
"A challenge?"
"Based on what you have experienced so far, if you were to try to accelerate the progression of our relationship, how would you do it, if you were me?"
Danny leaned his head against Clockwork's shoulder, thinking. "I would tell me to do things," said Danny. "Lots of things. Most of them would be things that I wouldn't have known about, things that are perfect for me. But some of them would be things that I would have done anyway, without you telling me, or things that I don't understand. But... that's sort of what you've been doing anyway, isn't it?"
"Partially," agreed Clockwork. "But not entirely." He tilted his head so that it rested partially against Danny's. "How would like to assist with the blob ghost migration today?"
Danny pulled back, examining Clockwork's face for evidence that he was joking. Then he smiled. "That would be great."
"Excellent. Let us go to the viewing room."
Danny bounced midair in excitement, and started to fly away. But then he paused, remembering one more, important question.
"Clockwork?"
"Yes?"
"When this happens, I'll still be able to help people in other ways, right? The stuff I usually do, I mean."
"I would not take that from you without cause, and I will hope I never do."
"Okay." Something else occurred to Danny. "Will I have free will?" He might have been surprised at how much of an afterthought the question was, but it felt like something he already had the answer to.
"As much as any ghost does, Daniel," said Clockwork. He sounded tired.
Danny nodded. "That's what I thought."
What was a little extra free will next to being able help people forever, after all? It felt like a choice he'd already made long ago.
When he died, maybe.
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Girls need love
Paring: Aran ojiro x f!reader
Summary: having a big mouth sometimes works out.
Tags: fwb to lovers, frenemies tsumu, big bro suna, use of weed, tw: pregnancy scare, soft freaky dom aran, use of word bunny and every other pet name, gives himself a handjob with your hands, daddy kink, cunt slapping (with his dick), oral sex, creampie, squirting, hurt/comfort <3 , unrequited love
wc: 4.5k words of filthy, tooth rotting smut.
a/n: thank you @explvrer for proofreading!! —part of the Love Club Love Collab !!!!!!!
18+ Minors DNI
The pink and orange was reflected as you looked out the window . The clouds looking like they came out of a painting along with the man next to you. The smoke coming from the back of the car to you as you inhaled the comforting scent, hearing tsumu and suna arguing over who got it next.
Your gaze turned to him. Eyes lingering on his hands gripping the wheel, his arm taking up all the space on the console as you wanted to so desperately hold onto his hand, so warm and comforting as the dirty thoughts rushed into your head.
You softly shook your head, suna tapping you on the shoulder asking you if you wanted a puff, shaking your head again before tsumu said “you should've drove so aran could smoke.”
“Ay, shut it.” Suna replied, slapping him on the back of his head, as you heard him groan and apologize.
“It's fine, we still got the whole night.” his warm gentle voice let out. The way you pouted “don’t wanna drive.” when you all went out, looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes, immediately saying “ok”.
You took your place in the passenger seat, as usual, grabbing the aux with tsumu quickly whining “fuck no!” because you always played some indie love songs while he was tryna listen to travis scott.
“What?… Valentine's day is tomorrow, lemme get in the mood. Don't you have a girlfriend, you should understand.” which successfully shut him up for the time remaining.
It was obvious he doted on you, but they just put it to the back of their head because they did it too. But suna knew what was up, even letting it slip to samu, saying that the way your eyes lit up around him and the way he held you close definitely meant y’all were atleast fucking.
Which was right.
And he confirmed it when he walked into the same bathroom that he ‘saw’ your legs wrapped around his friend through the crack.
Mumbling out an “oops” as he was about to close the door before he saw you crying, his big brother side coming out as he decided to open the door fully, sitting next to you.
He understood what was going on as you let it all out while he waited with you, luckily finding out that the test was negative as you finally calmed down, and he kept his word keeping it a secret.
Your eyes turned form the darkening sky to him. His vision was on the road as pulled onto the exit to drop them off. His cool eyes, so formal, contrasting his appearance. The heat in your body rising as your eyes never left him.
Thinking about how it started after one night when you were a little tipsy, seeing girls all over him as they took his precious, well-needed attention from you. Your tiny brain grasping how attractive he was from this perspective as a man and not a ‘friend’ while you watched his teeth shine though his smile
Admiring his glowing skin under the dimmed lights and his tall big frame towering over yours was all you needed to get on your tiptoes and put your lips on his, the taste of the chapstick being engraved in you memory. It not taking long for his hands to wrap around your waist, picking you up and taking you to the guest room leaving you bedridden for the next day.
Fortunately it wasn't uncomfortable the next morning as you put it in your head, “its only awkward if you make it” . Waking up with a headache, recognizing the bed as his from the times you studied here in highschool. The sheets holding you back as you were borderline tucked in, finally freeing yourself letting them fall off, being stark naked in his room already feeling the pain grown in your tummy.
You just sat on the edge of his bed, holding the sheet to your chest warming your cold body waiting for him to come back. And on queue he walked in, only in his grey sweatpants hugging him just right, trying not to ogle him as he walked up to you, stroking your forehead before handing you an advil.
“You okay?” He asked, wondering if he was talking about your physical or emotional state.
You let out a forced giggle, “yeah”, trying to lighten the mood as you tired to calm your nerves.
The words “wanna do this again?” slipped past your lips, not realizing you would regret this, falling for him quicker than any other man you've been with. Not knowing just the sight of him would make your knees weak and tremble, not knowing the pain of never being able to take it further.
Not knowing that you’d be crying over him every time you left. Always being a reminder that you were just a ‘plaything’ and he could cut you off at a moment’s notice.
He grinned back, lips turning up as he leaned on his hands to get closer to you “Well... you on birth control?”
You all got out of his car, chatting a little before they left getting on the train. The words “love you” leaving his lips, voicing it in a friendly way after saying goodbye, and even though it wasnt directed at just you still made your heart race.
You had no claim over him besides the marks you left, the indent being printed skin deep as your nails dug in his flesh. The only remains of the nights you’ve spent together. Waving goodbye as he walked back to you, just you two alone now, the way you wanted it.
“You wanna spend the rest of the day with me princess?” Already knowing the answer from the way you were squirming under his touch as he smirked, bending down into your ear, his hand resting on your side.
You leaned in for a kiss before quickly pulling away, dragging him to the car with a giddy smile on your face. Wanting him to feel as neglected as you were right now; so what if you havent got rawed for three days, it was a long time when you had someone like him doing it.
“Missed you daddy” you mumbled into his ear, your tone of voice changing to soft and sweet just around him as he started the car, longing to be touched as you clung onto his rough hands that were so soft on you.
His lips hovering over yours, dragging them in as his breath touched yours. “Missed you too baby”. His grip on your hand got tighter, bringing it down to his crotch. “Look what you did to me pretty girl. You know what you're doing with that little pout on your face.”
Your smile was the brightest it had been all day, hearts in your eyes as he drove back to his place, his hand covering yours on your thigh, fingers reaching far past yours as you felt them gripping you, inching closer and closer to your needy little cunt.
Not wasting any time getting inside as you started stripping the instant he closed the door behind him. Throwing off the heavy sweater keeping you warm, pushing him down on his bed as you moved your body, feeling it up in the pretty lingerie you wore just for today.
“I know you love to show off.” he muttered as you bent over, shaking your ass is his face while he was leaning back admiring his view. “But c'mere sweet girl.”
You did as you were told and almost skipped up to him, wrapping your arms around him. Holding his face in your chest as he started placing wet open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin he saw.
“jiro, please.” you whined out after your neck was sore from all the attention it was getting, wanting to direct it somewhere else.
“you want daddy’s dick that bad, princess?”
Just the lewd tease of his voice had your pussy clenching, no shame left in your body as you reached out for him, your newly done nails gently grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Grip tight as ever, your body so tense from trying to hold self back.
“So impatient baby, you got me for the rest of the night, m’not going anywhere.” He chuckled at your greedy little hands making their way up his shirt. Your lips met his again as his hands gripped onto your ass, sliding his fingers under your panties.
“Wanna make you feel good.” you whispered into his mouth, heart racing as his hands made their way up to your lower back, leaning into him. “Wanna make you cum.” He stopped his hands where they were, his clear eyes meeting yours, face having no shame in sight.
“fuck, baby.” he groaned, his tounge sliding into you mouth, your lips getting more angry at his biting while you palms were running down his to his cock. Your tiny hands wrapping around it though his boxers, running through his head if you knew how filthy you looked right now.
You pulled them down, whimpering at the sight of it already so hard, wrapping your hand around his cock as much as you could, the precum acting as lube. Using both your hands as you started moving them, looking straight at his face to see if you were doing a good job.
“Fuck, you're such a good girl.” he said, his hands resting on your back as you puckerd you lips letting spit fall onto his fat head, knowing he loved how slopy you got him. His breath choking as you moved one of your hands down, caressing his balls. “my good girl.”
Your wrist getting heavier with each stroke, trying so hard to keep it going because his moans were so heavenly. And the way his cock was throbbing and twitching against your palm only made you grow slicker. Wanting to do your best to prove that you could take care of him, that you were the only one he needed.
“stay there, s’okay i got you.” His hand wrapped around yours, engulfing it completely as he started using yours, moving it up and down, his eyelashes fluttering as he could barely keep them open as you count help but stare, wondering what did you do to deserve a man like him.
His groans weren’t helping your situation too while he was guiding your hands faster as you could tell he was getting closer, squeezing your palm a little tighter with all the drive you had left until he came, thick white ropes being spread onto both your hands.
Your thighs clenched around his, almost coming with him as a little whine escaped. Eyes rolling back as you grinded against him, leading his big hand up to your mouth, sucking it in as you licked around his dirty fingers. “Fuck youre so wet”
You adjusted yourself, now laying on the bed as you were trying to calm down, leaving you legs open as you twithced under his gaze. “Was thinkin bout you daddy... couldn't help it”
He groaned as his hand moved toward your ankles, holding them up in the air with his strong arms as he rubbed your swollen nub with his free one. Your cries and moans being music to his ears whiel your pretty body was bouncing under him as his fingers worked their way up into your cunt, you walls pliant around him as you let him abuse your clit, unconsciously letting out lewd sounds.
Your voice is cut as he lets go of them, diving his head right back in kissing your clit. Fucking his fingers back into you, angling them to hit your g spot, the rule in the back of his head that he had to make you come more than him taking over.
You should be embarrassed how he has you legs spread open with the sound of your wetness, but you aren't, empty of every thought except of him making you feel good.
He knows how you like the feeling of him curling into you after fucking you so many times, knowing eachothers bodies inside and out, but something he can never catch onto is when you squirt.
Always coming as a surprise to him and you. Not knowing what causes it, from it being him bottoming out, to just whispering dirty shit into ear while fingering your cunt. But he loves the look of relief painted on your face, the shame being long gone as you could only feel pleasure with him.
Your mind goes white, orgasm rushing into you while you tried to push his chest away with your feet. Sobbing as his fingers didn't stop, body thrashing. It felt so good, your daddy always making you feel so good.
But he just kept going, fucking them into you even harder while his tounge flicked up and down on your clit, making you come harder and harder each time, resulting in a mess all over his chest and the sheets beneath you two.
Your blurry vision made out his handsome face, body soaked from you slick, both of you catching your breath as he wiped your eyes before kissing you, knowing how bad you wanted it.
Yes, it was a rule at first that you two wouldn't kiss, or do anything else too intimate, but that went out the window the night he was fucking you chest to chest, forehead to forehad, neither of you being able to resist the urge to connect them. And it hasn't caused any problems, yet.
He pulled back, taking in your appearance, still so needy, Your body adapting to his, as you could last for more than a few rounds now. “What you want doll, gotta tell me.” He looked with lust in his eyes as he waited for the answer, spreading your lips open watching the mess drip out of you.
“Fuck me, please, jiro,” you choked cathing the tears in your mouth, as he was quick to give you want youwanted, after your pretty voicedbegged for it, replacing his fingers with his cock. Resting it on your cunt, slapping your it on your clit a few times to see you squirm before placing his tip inside you.
“daddy s’too big” you whined as you bit down on one on of the fingers you put in your mouth, trying not to wince. You would've thought your cunt would've followed along with the rest of your body, but even when you were a soaking mess it still barely fit.
“Aww baby, but you're dripping so pretty for me, you gonna take it like a big girl?” Your eyes rolling back as he shoved it in more, pushing it back far enough to have you whimpering.
“fuck, sweetheart, so tight,” he groaned with your face in his neck while he was trying to ease you into him. Your whines getting more vulgar by the second, body finally taking him whole as his cock was kissing your cervix.
You wished you hadn't slept with those other guys trying to fill your void, them not even being close to getting you off, just wanting to feel someone's. Not knowing you prince charming was right in front of you all this time.
Did you regret the guy you lost your virginity to? no. Was he a bad person? no. Did he fuck you right...no. But at least you were slightly experienced, wanting to do your best to please him. Worried that he'd get tired of you one day and find someone else.
But he made you feel it all over again, the way his cock stretched you out as he gently worked his way into you. His vision shaking as his thrusts get rougher, your trembling arms reaching up for him as he just ignores them.
“My sweet girl sounds so pretty when they're getting fucked.” he muttered holding back a groan, his thrusts getting faster as he knocked the breath out of you along with the word “my”. The possessive claim had your mind spinning while your hands gripped onto his skin so tight you know you leave a mark, not wanting to let him go.
“You love this cock?” You could feel him say against your breath, the soft vibrations of his lips catching your moans as you brushed your lips against his.
It didn't take you a lot to admit it, a “-yeah”, quickly escaping from your dry lips, covered in spit, a mix of his and yours soothing them.
“You love the way i'm splitting you open, pretty girl?”
Getting overwhelmed by the pleasure, your emotions grew with it not being unusual for you to cry while he was fucking you.
Of course you loved the way you could barely take his cock, the way just looking at it made you mind go hazy. Your legs shaking as you didnt care about trying to control them anymore. You loved the way that you were the only one who could make him feel this good, doing you best to maintain it that way.
“Yeah, fuck..L-love you “ you sobbed out, fat tears running down your face, not even registering in your brian what you said until you noticed he stopped his movement. It clicking after his eyes turned from hazy to clear, his expression in shock, only visible to you after all this time you've spent together.
“Fuck” you muttered, tears falling even more as you tried to move your limp body away from him. But he held you still, not pulling out, trapping you as your eyes grew wetter and wetter, nose sniffing from embarrassment.
“What’d you say?,” he asked, moving his body away from you. The feeling of disgust rising in you, hating yourself for letting those words fall from your mouth. The way he pulled away made you crumble, bringing your hands up to your face trying to hide the best you could.
Throat closing, your dry eyes swelling again, “m’sorry … fuck, i didn’t mean to say that aran.”
“hey....angel, look at me.” He said, stalling. Not knowing exactly what to do but wipe your tears, not wanting to see his precious baby upset, breaking his heart to see you so distraught. He stopped after you finally calmed down enough, his thumb still stroking your cheek as he moved your jaw to look up at him.
“Say it again.”
“Wha-” He pressed his lips against yours, “tell me that again, fuck baby. You drive me crazy, you don't know what you do to me. I haven’t been with anyone since we started fucking.”
Your eyes red as your face slightly twisted in confusion, too tired to express itself fully. “Don't cry.” he whispered, foreheads close again. “it's okay, I got you.”
“C’mon baby, just tell daddy what you want and i'll give it to you.” he said, edging you on, wanting to prove it to you in the only way he could.
“w-want...you daddy” you mumbled after some time, wiping your eyes as your head was still tuned into your arm.
“Good girl” he muttered. “I'll make it all better.” his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to keep your eyes on him. “all you have to do is cum on my cock, you can do that for me, right?”
“yes, daddy." the only words to leave your lips as you try to be on your best behavior, knowing that bad girls didn't get daddys dick or get to cum.
“still so tight, bunny.” He said, pushing himself into you again, lips besides your ear wanting to let you know good you made him feel. “already creaming on daddy’s cock”
“Who’s is this baby?” The question sinks into you along with his hands as his fat cock is splitting you open, his thumb tracing circles on your clit. Face flushed with a newfound pride growing along with the burning feeling under your skin. “Yours jiro, belongs to you daddy.”
“That's my good girl,” he cooed, kissing you open mouthed on your lips, lingering there before he pulled away. Your heart swooning at the affection and attention. He still fucks into you hard, his hands feeling up every inch of skin on your body, stopping at your soft tits, pinching your nipple as you whined out.
“Look at you,” he huffed out, “Brain not working huh? You like my cock that much, sweet girl?”
“Y-yeah, like it... like you” you mumbled out, your words being slurred as you feel the heat rise with every stroke.
“I know sweetheart. Is that why you’re drooling all over the place? Does it feel that good, bunny? Having my cock inside you?” he smirked as a groan escaped his lips, slowing down making sure to hit every spot.
He drags out of your throbbing cunt so painfully slow, forcing you to feel every inch of him. His hips angling different, fucking you rough as thrusts back in just as slow, teasing. He pulls you closer, his cock pressing against your cervix
“Yeah, daddy loves you and this tight little pussy too.” His deep warm voice making you melt, your cries growing more erratic after every word left his lips.
“Jiro, daddy wa- wanna come… together” you sniffled out, swearing you could feel the tip of his cock against your womb.
“Yeah baby? You sound so pretty wanting me to stuff you full.” Your parted lips, eyes struggling to remain open, letting out silent moans as he was taking it all in, his ego rising knowing that he was the one who had made you like this.“don’t worry, sweet girl, daddys gonna take care of you, as always. just lay there pretty.”
“Ple-, p-please.” you begged, voice trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clung onto him. He brought your legs up and pushed them towards your chest, folding you in half, as you tried to find a new place to place your hands.
“Wanna- cum, ple” you hiccuped, nodding off into the kiss. Mind in a whole new world body going limp again as he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck hanging on there, wrists stuck together as his head is so close to yours.
He’s mumbling out some nonsense as you can feel him starting to throb inside of you, kissing up your neck until he’s tugging on your lips.“You gonna cum again, give me one more?”
You can’t even respond, letting out some deformed moan, because if it wasn't obvious your pussy belongs to him, you belonged to him.
You came together, feeling his cum rush into you nonstop, so hot. His cock jerking inside your soft body. Keeping his eyes on you loving how your thighs twichted and fluttered, his hand resting on your back arching as you let out your final cries.
You feel so weightless, the only thing keeping you grounded is his hands on you, his mouth on your cunt, not even realizing he pulled out, licking it up wanting to show you how pretty the mess you made was.
He comes back up to you, knowing that you wanted to be kissed and coddled as your emotions were foggy. Opening your lips with his thumb, his tongue covered in your cum making its way inside your mouth as you easily accepted it. His hands wrapped around your jaw as he finally broke free.
Your whole body was sensitive, so sore after being with him but this time even more, whining as he laid you beside him snuggling into his arm. He just chuckled, before giving you a gentle hug, already tired.
“You wanna wash up?”
You hide your face in his arm, using the cool feeling of the room as an excuse.“no, dont pull out.”
His laugh was soft as he turned you two onto the side so he could face you. “You’re so spoiled.”
“I wasn't lying earlier… I, love you.” He said, the weight on his chest feeling burdensome that he made you feel like this for so long. You stopped moving completely along with the hand resting on his chest. You turned and looked into his eyes.
“Well, why the hell did you say anything!” you pouted as you turned your messy worn out head towards his.
His mouth opening to apologise but you got to him before he could get a word out, kissing him so hard,that he couldn't breath. Your body now on top of his, your whimpers from his cock nudging inside thinking he’s being eaten alive, never wanting something more.
You finally give up as he turns disgustingly sweet, cupping your cheeks as he keeps pecking your entire face, staring at you like you were the only thing in the world, making you breath hitch. “I love you, too.”
“Baby?” he asks quietly after you two just laid there for what felt like hours. His hand tracing patterns all over you from your neck down to your back. “You here?”
“Yeah” you lied groaning out as you rubbed your eyes that you could already tell were swollen.
You looked up at him, his hand pulling your head into his chest, realizing he must've put the blanket over you two, feeling so comfy again that you were nodding off. “Hold on baby, lemme ask you something.” he chucked out sttoking your forehead
“Wanna be my valentine?”
You nod the fastest you have your entire life, a fat smile appearing on your face as you hid into the comforter as he let you cling to him all night, never being able to say no to you. You breathing growing quieter and quieter until he can barely hear it, and that's when he can finally rest too. You loved him and he loved you.
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His Shirt
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A/N: I literally have no excuse, but I’m back!
Request: Can I request something where the reader and Shayne have been seeing each other for a little while and she unknowingly wears one of his shirts to work and the whole day goes by like normal but towards the end of it, someone like Noah or something ends up questioning it like “how has no one noticed this, or mentioned it all freaking day?!” And Shayne gets shy about it but the reader just laughs it off and it’s all cute and fluffy af💕💕- Anon
Over quarantine, you’d seen very little of any of your friends and coworkers. Working from home was tough, especially since you and your partner had just made the decision to move in with each other a week before the entire country had been submerged into a lockdown that stretched over a few months. The days blended together and eventually dragged on, which made you excited to return to work if anything.
The morning of your official return, you woke up extremely early, not having been able to sleep the night before due to pure excitement. You wanted to get back to filming, to doing all the things you did before going into quarantine, you missed the hustle and bustle of set life.
You were dressed before Shayne was, throwing on a button up from your shared closet as well as a pair of dark-wash jeans that only felt a little tight at the waist. You weren’t concerned, seeing as you were never really on the skinny side of fitness, you figured it was just early morning bloating that would go away as the day went on.
“Are you driving or am I?” you asked, bouncing on the balls of the feet as you waited for Shayne to pull on a thin jacket. It wasn’t fully winter yet but it also wasn’t cold enough to constitute a full coat. You had a thinner track jacket on as well, the zipper zipped only part of the way up in your hurry.
Shayne paused by you to pull up the zipper the rest of the way before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Calm down,” he advised, pulling his mask on over the bottom half of his face. “We still have to grab breakfast before heading to the offices, Courtney asked if we could stop by that bagel place by us she likes.”
“Is it even open?” you asked, patting down your pockets to make sure you had everything. Once you were sure you had your phone, keys, and wallet, you then realized that you had completely forgotten your purse inside. You whirled around to head back inside when Shayne handed you the black bag, a knowing smirk on his face.
“They’re open for pickups only,” he told you, pulling your keys from your pocket, “and I’ll drive, I don’t feel like getting pulled over by the cops today.”
“I’m not that bad at driving,” you tried to defend yourself, hurrying after him as he walked off to the parking lot. “I just take the speed limit signs as suggestions but that doesn’t mean I’m bad at it.”
He didn’t respond, instead holding the passenger seat door open for you. His action was answer enough. You slid into the passenger seat and buckled in as he shut the door tight, running around to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat.
“What are we going to tell them when you roll up driving my car, huh?” you questioned. “Our friends know we moved into the same apartment because it was cheaper as roommates, not because we started dating. If you roll up driving my car they’ll have questions.”
“It’ll be fine,” he tried to parlay your worries. “Besides, if you’re that concerned about it I can just say you had a headache or didn’t feel like driving after we got to the bagel shop. Not the end of the world.”
You sank back into your seat, coming to terms with the fact that Shayne was not going to let you drive. He pulled out of the parking lot as One Direction played softly in the background, the aux cord trailing from its socket to the connector on your phone as you dictated what you listened to on the way to the bagel shop.
Shayne got out of the car when you got there, heading in to pick up the order you had called ahead for on the way there. He was back before Temporary Fix ended, handing the bagels over to you as you switched over to Alec Benjamin for the rest of the ride in.
You ate your bagel on the way in, putting the vegetable spread evenly over the toasted bread and eating it as Water Fountain played. You held out a bit of your bagel, silently asking if Shayne wanted any. He took the bite, smiling when he realized you accidentally got cream cheese on his cheek. You reached out with a napkin and wiped it off before finishing the rest of your bagel.
You arrived at the offices shortly after, unplugging your phone from the aux and exiting the vehicle. Luckily, no one was outside to see the two of you enter the building. You would say you were walking a little too closely for it to be considered friendly, especially during a pandemic, but everyone knew that the two of you were close friends anyways. Walking close together wouldn’t give anything away.
“What do you have to film today?” you made small talk in the elevator, getting to your working mindset. You knew what you had to do, film a gaming video with Ian, Noah, and Courtney, as well as take a look and collaborate with the writers on a new skit idea for when production went back to being fully up and running. It would be a short day for you, which wasn’t ideal but at least you got some camera time.
Shayne looked up from his phone. “I’ve got the meeting with the crew and then some gaming videos, I think. We’re also planning for the Christmas video soon, so I’ll probably be with Wardrobe for most of the day.”
You hummed as the elevator doors opened, Shayne tucking his phone away and then sending you a wink. You felt your face burn hot as you scrunched up your nose. You reached up to fix your mask as you waited for the elevator to go up to the main office floor, heading straight for your desk where a pack of Lysol wipes and a temperature gun were waiting.
Proactive, you thought, using the wipes to clean off the surface of your desk before finally setting your things down. You took your jacket off, draping over the back of your chair before sitting. You had about thirty minutes before your call time so you checked your email and went over a few of the new safety regulations that were put in place for filming.
The most notable were the fifteen-minute COVID tests you would have to take before and after each section of filming, meaning you couldn’t enter or exit the filming area without a negative test. Honestly, that was a good thing if any. At least the company cared in that way.
Filming took up the rest of your day and when you finally finished with your writer’s meeting, it was six pm. Not as early as a day as you would have hoped but you’ve definitely stayed in the studio for longer so you weren’t going to complain.
You were sitting at your desk as you waited for Shayne to finish up his meeting, casually chatting with Noah to pass the time. You were sharing one of your quarantine stories when Shayne walked in, heading straight for your desk with his things already collected.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting her jacket. “Also, what do you want for dinner tonight because I was thinking we could have lasagna but if we want lasagna we have to stop by the market on the way.”
You laughed, pulling your jacket on. “I could go for lasagna.”
Noah looked between the two of you, slowly connecting the dots. He pointed at you, a grin on his face as realization crossed his features. “That’s Shayne’s shirt.”
You looked down, realizing that, yeah, you were wearing Shayne’s shirt. You looked over at Shayne who’s cheeks were as red as a tomato. He started stammering, offering reasons as to why you were wearing his shirt.
You just shrugged, quickly thinking for a way out. “The laundry must have gotten mixed up. Not the first time I’d accidentally worn his shirts.”
Noah gave you a look that read that he didn’t quite believe you. But he let it go, taking note of Shayne’s red cheeks and your flustered looks. He smirked, patting your shoulder as he got up.
“I’ll believe you for now,” he said, leaving the two of you to stew in your minor embarrassment.
“How long until everyone knows?” you asked Shayne who looked only mildly mortified that Noah was the first to find out. “We weren’t even keeping it a secret either… I’m proud of us anyhow.”
“I guess that means we don’t have to worry about who sees us now,” he said, looking on the bright side. “And yeah, keeping it a secret any longer would have been kinda dumb, wouldn’t it have been.”
You headed to the elevators, linking your arm through Shayne’s.
“Not excited for the fans to find out, though.”
Shayne looked at you and then looked back at the opening elevator doors. “We don’t have to tell them. It can be Smosh’s little secret.”
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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)
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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.
“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?
“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.
“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.
“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.
“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.
“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.
“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.
---
“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.
“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.
“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.
“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.
“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.
“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.
“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.
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After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.
“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.
“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.
“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-
“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.
“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-
“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.
“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.
“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.
“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.
“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?
“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-
“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…
“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-
“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.
“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.
“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.
“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?
“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.
“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.
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Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.
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I've been sick since Thursday. I don't get sick very often, at most I get a runny nose every year but this has been the second time already. Luckily I tested negative for covid, still it is no less annoying to be sick. There is a small upside towards being sick though, it distracts. My mental health has been oscillating quickly, and when I feel physically as bad as I do mentally it is easy to focus on the physical. Just as while I may loath my inability to do any coursework currently, it is nice to finally get around to watching films that I've wanted to watch for a very long time. Small pleasures we must derive from any situation, I suppose.
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