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alyjojo · 4 months

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New Year Reading for 2024! 🌟 - Taurus

Preshuffle: You’ve planted a seed at some point already, and things didn’t work out. This is probably related to career or finances, and you’ll be “re-planting” this same idea or thing somewhere else, or reintroducing/sprucing up after having made some changes, updates, whatever. The thing or idea itself is solid, it’s just…bad soil. Not enough water. Something like that, farming terms, 7 Pentacles rev showed up, and it’s your Taurus energy. Something needs to be changed, but not entirely. The High Priestess showed up for you twice, showing you already know what needs to be done, or you’re already working on this, they’re encouraging you to keep going, and keep working quietly. Emphasis on quiet. There’s someone around you that’s emotionally manipulative and kinda controlling, it’s none of their business what you do, don’t do, plan for, your ideas, whatever it is. Don’t ask them for advice, don’t tell them shit. Keep it to yourself until you’re/it’s ready, and then let it fly. I’m getting this person can find out with everyone else, could be a water sign. I’m also getting whatever this is, it’s *yours*, and your ideas are solid, so others are moot where this is concerned.

Meditation: Omg I died 💀 There was a trending thing amongst the TikToks and social media shorts, a year or so ago, that was a kid’s alphabet song set to the tune of “My Neck, My Back”, your meditation takes place in a child’s classroom with 123 on the whiteboard, and that song playing. You start dancing and singing to it, not paying any attention to the judgmental & negative reactions on faces around you, you don’t even notice or care. A couple of people are smiling, laughing, singing, or jamming out to it too (I heard Leo specifically), and you don’t have to care about the rest. 123 can show “one step at a time”, if anything, and you’re being encouraged to not even pay attention to the bitchy Karens around you, their input/opinions are none of your business 🧡

🔸 Whole of Your Energy: 6 Wands & 8 Pentacles

Regarding: 7 Pentacles rev

Clarified by 6 Wands again, this same 7 came out in your preshuffle, and it’s your energy. You’ve studied a situation very closely, planted your seeds, put in time and effort, and waited for something to grow that wasn’t growing. At the bottom of the deck, there was sadness attached to this, you probably fought yourself or whatever isn’t working, in an attempt to force it, classic Taurus stubbornness not *wanting* to change anything, and that didn’t work either. You’ve since healed and accepted it, something about this (probably career) isn’t how it needs to be, the what depends on what you actually do. Could be the location, the supplies, an itchy fabric, the cost, what have you, you’ve since realized exactly what needs to be done to change things for the better. You have recognition, achievement, promotion, and success here - twice 💯

Main Oracle:

47 Enchantment

We are enchanted when the Muses sing the Art Spirit into us.

🔸 Character Card: The Queen rev

Still a beautiful energy even being in reverse, she is a Queen with determination and sacrifice, and its sacrifice that’s being described most in rev. You’re going to be putting a lot of time and effort into work this year, and this card shows that your investments haven’t been paying off in an equal amount to what you’re giving out. You need a fair exchange, 6 Pentacles, also Taurus energy. She just mirrors exactly what your preshuffle and main energy is saying. You see it, and you’ll work hard on fixing it. She’s also attached to “single life” for where that applies, singles may be dealing with people like this when they do go out, there’s no real potential here because your energy isn’t equally matched (or fully appreciated) Queen 👸🏿

🔸 Relationship: The Tower rev & 2 Wands rev

Regarding: Knight of Swords & 4 Wands

Playing it safe is the name of the game this year, and I get for most this has to do with health & safety more than anything. The relationship itself is stable, or you’re both working to make it stable, handling small problems before they blow up into major issues. Many of you will tackle things like home repairs, correspondence with home related things, maybe buying, selling & moving homes. Some of you could be moving in together for the first time. No matter how this plays out for you, you will be especially careful to make the right decisions, checking all of the necessary boxes, making sure you have all of the necessary information before jumping into something major. Some of you could be dealing with a health/mental health crisis (or trying to prevent one), making a diet change or altering some unhealthy habits in yourselves, your family - nodding towards what needs to be left behind. Not many, maybe one or two people that I can tell, may be changing/split? residences or moving someone in because of bad health, needing to take care of an elderly parent, grandparent, etc., for awhile. Like you could stay with them a couple of days a week and a nurse comes the other few, something like that. Or they move into your home. Overall, the focus for both of you is on improvements, preventing worst case scenarios (you see coming, someone tells you) & making things stable & happy within your home 🏡 If you know it could be an issue, you’re handling it, and I’m also getting things like life insurance policies, wills, making those kinds of arrangements. Some situation could inspire this sort of worry for the future, but it may not be your own situation, rather a friend, coworker, someone you’re in communication with. The news even, you could hear about it on TV 🙏 Or you could be making these sort of arrangements for an elderly family member, being named Power of Attorney for someone, clearly this is going to affect the relationship as a whole, it seems like both of you equally. Most of you are just working on your own health to avoid some kind of crisis down the line, maybe due to something you learn or hear about from someone else.

🔸 Singles: Temperance rev & 10 Pentacles

Regarding: 10 Wands

You guys are the most frustrated of the Bulls. Flat out pissed off. You know what you want, you’ve manifested and done all the right things, and it’s only showing up in temporary people that just fk with your life. You’re like where IS my 10 Pentacles person? How many frogs does a bitch have to kiss for God’s sake, you’re exhausted with this 💯 10 Swords & 2 Wands clarifying shows every plan you feel you can make is thwarted, there are TOWERS EVERYWHERE, and you’re so sick of this you’re probably at the point you’re willing to just die alone. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. No one is on your level. No one matches your energy. No one wants what you want. What you want isn’t all that different than what most people want, how hard is it?

Whew 😅 Okay. The Queen rev is attached to this, besides the obvious career message and the success to come there, you’re being taught necessary lessons in what you deserve, by being sent frogs that don’t have the capacity to actually do that for you, so that when the *right* one comes in, you’ll recognize it, and appreciate it. I asked to describe the best person you’re dealing with, and they sent me multiple people in one form - The Catalyst. It’s a Tower, in a person, chaos, destruction, the lightning bolts that bring a Tower down, where these people go, radical shifts & changes follow. I get more than one, it’s a whole cycle you’re experiencing right now. The lesson here is this Queen (you) are reversed, the Sword is upside down, and you’re allowing it. Flip it right side up and recognize what you deserve, guard yourself from the excess bs you already know is out there and be crystal clear in what you want & expect from a deep connection. It won’t come on *your* time, Spirit will decide when you’re ready. I’m not getting this year being the year for forever, for new people. Other placements may indicate otherwise, but not before experiencing this first, at least once.

🔸 Career: The Sun & Strength

Regarding: Queen of Cups

The Leo energy I heard in the meditation is apparent in the best parts of your reading, especially here, this can be someone you’re working with directly that helps you rise to another level, or they’re supporting and celebrating your efforts. Could just be meaning you’re in the spotlight. Could be an awesome boss or coworker that you just love to pieces. You’re being recognized for your Strength and getting all of your flowers 💐 this year, if you’re making changes they’re going to turn out beautifully. This can be promotions, awards, raises, bonuses, there are perks that come with celebration and achievement. Love this energy! Those working for or around you feel like you’re a powerful positive influence, they’re happy for you to move up, you’re deeply supported by your peers right now. I don’t get any negativity from this area at all, and Growth is attached to this as well ☀️

Career Oracle:

19 Growth

Feel open, willing, and proud of your desire to explore new opportunities for self-development.

🔸 What needs to be left behind in 2023: 9 Cups & 4 Swords

Regarding: 4 Cups

Being over-indulgent, staying up too late, not keeping a schedule, not being dependable when it comes to others. I don’t get this being a huge issue for you, but Taurus does like to take its time, and health is again being nodded at like “get a hold of this please”. If you’re not sleeping enough, fix that. If you’re eating junk, fix that. If you’re drinking a lot or anything else you know is causing you to be sluggish and not give af some of the time - try to fix that. Change it. I don’t get you don’t actually care, but it could come off that way and you don’t want to give that impression, because you do. Schedules are your friend, and sleep is being repeated, you need a sleep schedule. If you’ve been putting off seeing a doctor, or any other kind of health related things, that’s something you need to make a priority now, for your own sake. You’re going to be working really hard this year for the things you want, don’t let yourself slip back into cruddy habits or ick days where nothing gets done because “fk it”. However small, do something every single day.

Release Oracle:

38 Limits

Know that limiting attitudes are often formed as protective reactions to past events.

Four 10’s are here for singles specifically, showing that any betrayals, Towers, massive changes and burdens, are all for the sake of growth that will turn out beautifully…later. You’re not cursed, it all has a purpose.

4444 is a repeated message of HEALTH, or sleep, health is related to sleep, and mental health is too. If you’re apathetic and cranky, take a nap, or better yet, get more sleep at night. Stabilize & prioritize yourself, stop acting like you don’t care, or ignoring issues that won’t just go away.

888 shows your power of action really being applied to career, and the amount of effort you’re putting out there is going to be rewarded & celebrated, it’s not for nothing. There will be a readjustment period though, you’re probably at that point already, and through the beginning months of the year.

Astrological Shifts in 2023 (for Risings):

Jan 01 - Mercury direct in Sag

Jan 21 - Pluto enters Aqu (again) - 10th House 🔨

Feb 14 - Mars conj. Pluto Aquarius - 10th House 🔨 - likely intense, powerful, & transformative experiences regarding work, the father, authority, public image/reputation, could be smashing goals, or dealing with a controlling/power trippy personality, be careful that person isn’t you, feels mostly positive

Mar 09 - Mars Aqua squares Uranus Tau at 5:55 P.M. - likely a day of conflict - 10th 🔨 vs. 1st 🫵 work is likely to get under your skin more than usual, or some person in authority

Mar 21 - Venus conj Saturn Pis - love & boundaries go hand in hand

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse in Lib - 6th 🤒🐶

Apr 01 - Mercury retrogrades Ari - 12th 😵‍💫 old traumas/triggers could resurface, as could people from the past or similar experiences, some for the purpose of healing/conscious awareness, spiritual experiences or dreams could help you along your path in some way, make time to just relax, meditate, keep calm

Apr 08 - Solar Eclipse in Ari - continued lessons from the nodes throughout this year, issues between masculine/feminine likely, father/mother, action/reception, others/self

Apr 24 - Mercury direct

May 18 - Venus conj Uranus & Sun conj Jupiter, all in Taurus - 1st 🫵, could be a very lucky time period, you may be surprised with some kind of good fortune, money, rewards, attention & recognition in some way - 6 Wands energy - unexpectedly

May 25 - Jupiter enters Gem - 2nd 💰, one of the most positive 2nd placements - Jupiter being expansion, what you have financially & materially will only grow around this time. If you need timing for some business venture, now is looking perfect for you to take action

May 29 - Mars conj Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 12th 😵‍💫 addressing pain related to mental health, stress, spirituality, possible addictions, old wounds, dreams…or taking some action regarding/based on these things, counseling or spiritual work would be the most obvious interpretation, negatively - watch your aggression, or that of others, 22’ can be a degree of violence & aggression, especially with Mars & Aries involved

June 29 - Lilith enters Lib - 6th 🤒🐶 Only felt with close aspects, may be a source of contention with coworkers & daily acquaintances. Possibly attracted to dangerous or darker animals, please don’t try to pet a mountain lion (I cannot talk) or buy some giant snake unless you know for sure what you’re getting into. Addictions may be especially tempting for you around this time, any substances, pills, or sex since it’s Lilith. With your 12th being highlighted with Chiron, you could be working on healing these things too, along with health/mental health, this being a main priority for you at this time.

July 06 - Venus Can square Chiron Ari - 3rd 🗣️ vs. 12th 😵‍💫 - a continuation of 12th can be anything from trauma, spiritual work, karma, substances, hidden enemies, sleep patterns & issues, treat yourself and others with compassion with these subjects, things could run really deep with these Chiron triggers, positively you’re healing from all sorts of pain

Aug 04 - Mercury retrogrades Vir-Leo - 5th 🎉 - 4th 🏡 children could play a role in any mixups or issues you’re having at this time, a good time to stay in or spend time with family, even with misunderstandings possible, could meet up with childhood friends or rediscover an old hobby/passion of yours

Aug 19 - Venus Vir opposes Saturn Pis & Jupiter Gem squares both - T square of 5th 🎉, 11th 🤝, and 2nd 💰children could be especially expensive around this time, things like sports & extracurriculars, college fees, room & board, depends on your kids, those of you with a side business or something creative may have to pay more or relocate in some way, some of you are spending a lot on fun, and need to watch your finances

Aug 27 - Mercury direct Leo

Sept 01 - Pluto enters Cap (last time) - 9th 😇

Sept 16 - Venus Lib opposes Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 6th 🤒🐶 vs. 12th 😵‍💫 - not a fan of the degree being 22’, involves or addresses the same wounds that you’ve been dealing with privately all year long, take care of your mental & physical well being. Some of you are on a healing journey, and for some this energy can be anxiety or worrying, put more love into yourself

Sept 17 - Partial Lunar Eclipse Pis - 11th 🤝, preparing for the nodes to shift next year

Oct 02 - Solar Eclipse Lib - 6th 🤒🐶

Nov 19 - Pluto enters Aqu (for good) - 10th 🔨

Nov 25 - Mercury retrogrades Sag - 8th ☠️ now is not the time to sign any contracts, get married, or do anything big or long lasting, other people’s money/assets could be an issue, especially if this is your line of work

Dec 06 - Mars retrogrades Leo - 4th 🏡 a good time to tuck in with your family, things are likely to slow down for awhile, may as well appreciate the time you have together, even if the lack of progress can be frustrating, or they drive you bananas, you love em

Dec 15 - Mercury direct Sag

Dec 24 - Jupiter Gem squares Saturn Pis - 2nd 💰 vs. 11th 🤝 - could nod towards spending too much with Jupiter, needing more discipline when it comes to holidays and going nuts on impractical pleasures, or overindulgence in any way, buyer’s remorse is likely

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strange-ghoul · 1 year

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Comfort (Transmasc Reader x Cardinal Copia)

You come out to the Cardinal, and he realizes that you haven't been taking care of yourself so well. Don't fret! He's here to help you through this tough time and get you squeaky clean.

Word count: 4,342 Rating: General Audiences || Fluff

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The night was bright; the full moon was shining upon the gardens below. Here you sat on a balcony that overlooked those gardens. You watched as the wind blew harmlessly past some rose bushes. The garden was well kept, all thanks to Primo, which had always been your safe place. Tonight, however, you couldn't bring yourself to walk along the paths.

Honestly, you were lucky to be out at all. You hadn’t left your dorm in about a week, only to do your mandatory chores and to snag food before going back to eat in your room. You’ve heard only a few whispers from some siblings, but you tried not to let it bother you.

Your dorm became your second safe place, next to the gardens. You had covered all the mirrors and the windows were constantly shut. You had your books to occupy you and whatever videos you saw on your phone. You were currently saving for a small TV, but that was going to be a minute.

This past week, your body and gender dysphoria was getting worse and worse, more than it ever has before. You weren’t out to anybody, as you were terrified of ever coming out. It wasn’t that you thought they’d hate you, no, quite the opposite actually; the clergy was overwhelmingly accepting of everything and anything. Your deep seated trust issues however formed by a long ago negative reaction made you untrusting all the same. Plus, all the change scared you. It was a good change, absolutely, but you felt so much anxiety in having this change that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So you barred yourself off. Finding any and all reasons not to wear the dreading habit and not to engage in any social situations in which your gender might come into question.

The night is where you get some time to yourself. You often came out to walk through the garden and breathe. Occasionally you’d help Primo where you could when you saw something amiss while the old man was sleeping. But even recently you didn’t have any energy to go all the way down there to sit and bask in the moon’s light.

You leaned against the railing. You were wearing your habit because it was still early enough where a few siblings might still be walking. You’d rather not have any rumors floating around about losing faith. You hadn’t been really able to do anything with your faith since your issues started to worsen, however this did not mean you were losing it.

There was a creek behind you, and you barely turned your head. The door was wide open, but nobody was there, with the exception of a rat sitting near the doorway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“Hello?” You called out, voice meek.

“Sister.” You jumped out of your skin, the voice right next to you. Copia was already leaning against the rail, looking at you. He wore his black cassock and his eyes had the racoon makeup you always endeared.

“Oh! Cardinal! I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice you,” You apologized, rubbing the back of your neck. You went to shut the door before returning next to him.

“It is quite alright, Sorella. How have you been? I have not seen you in what feels like ages!” Copia asked, a comfortable smile on his lips. You sigh, feeling shitty from the title but knowing he meant well. He didn’t know anyways, so it was in no way his fault. Still, it hurt.

“Yes, yes.. I’ve been… alright,” Your voice faltered, whatever facade you were trying to put up was failing miserably.

“You are a terrible liar. Please, tell me what is on your mind,” Copia’s voice was soft and welcoming, and a part of you just wanted to get stuck in it forever. He reached out for your hand on the rail and gently laid his hand on yours. His thumb caressed the back of your hand.

“Nothing, Cardinal. I’ve just… I’ve got a lot on my mind,” You muttered, looking off into the horizon.

“Let me silence your mind then. You’ve been missing, more than usual, might I add. Some of the others have seen you without your habits and occasionally missing from mass- what is going on, cara?” He turned to you and he grabbed your hand, peeling it off the rail and holding it in both his hands, “Did something happen? Have you lost faith?” He murmured. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his voice quiet as if whispering heresys. His eyes were cast downwards, locked on your hands.

“No!” You said, a bit too loud which made him flinch, “I’m sorry, that was loud. No, I.. I have not lost faith. I just…” You took a shaky breath in,

“Yes, sorella?”

“Please, please stop calling me that.” You took your hand back and noticed how much you were shaking. You grabbed the rail tightly again, hands clammy.

“I do not feel… like a sister.” Copia went silent, his brows furrowed.

“Do you not feel cared for within the clergy? I am sorry, I did not realize-”

“No, Cardinal. I do not feel like a girl. I… oh Satanas,” You groaned. This was happening. You were doing it. And to one of the most highest ranking clergy members. You were terrified.

You don’t remember when you collapsed to your knees, or when you buried your face into his shoulder as you sobbed against him, or when you crawled into his lap and he held you. All you remember is the amount of frustration, anxiety, pain, and hurt finally all spilling out in one go. You’ve got no idea how long you cried in his arms but now your head was pounding and you weren’t even sure if he knew why.

“Copia…” You muttered finally.

“Yes?”

“I want… I want to be more like a boy. I.. I’m not a girl.” Copia pulled back, and for a moment, you feared you'd made a big mistake. But instead, he wiped your hot tears away. He kissed the top of your forehead and you looked down. He brought a hand under your chin, drawing you to look up at him.

“Then be a man, fratello,” He looked away, his face turning red before turning back, “May I… kiss you? For comfort, of course.” You smiled and nodded. He leaned in, kissing you delicately on the lips. He was soft and tentative but held you close to him. You kissed back and your hands grabbed at his clothes in a desperate ploy to keep him close to you.

He pulled back and analyzed your face for a moment.

“Ah, we must change your clothes. These habits simply won’t do. Come, I’m sure we can grab some for you. I’ll give you some tips on how I managed pre-t,” He got up and extended a hand towards you. You took it and the two of you headed into the abby.

“How you managed pre-testosterone?” You echoed in awe.

“Si! I am a self-made man, caro. As are you. We should start the rather long process to get you what you need to help you transition as well. Though I’m sure with the Ministry’s reputation, we can speed up that process.” He winked at you and you smiled brightly.

The two of you took off to the laundries. You paid no attention to the looks the two of you got as the both of you ran, hand in hand. Once in there, he began digging through the clean clothes, asking an assortment of questions to gauge the right size for you. You watched him and felt yourself tear up again. Nobody had ever gone to such an extent to make you feel comfortable.

He looked up right at the time a tear fell from your face. He gasped and rushed over to you, “No! No more crying, why are you crying brother?”

You gave him a smile and hugged him. You held him closely, squeezing him, “Thank you,” you whispered. He hugged you back, and gently patted your hair.

“Of course, I can’t have my star sibling feeling down, now can I?” He pulled back.

The door opened to the laundromats and entered one of the senior sisters.

She raised an eyebrow at the scene, “Now what are you two doing out of bed so late?” Her voice was teasing and light.

“Ah! We’re getting Brother here some new clothes. These habits don’t work for him any more,” Copia managed, pulling back and bringing the clothes out like a child presenting a drawing to his mother. The elder sister looked over to you, and you just smiled and nodded sheepishly.

“Ah, well leave this place as clean as you came in please. I hate having to fix it,” She waved as she dropped the basket she was holding, “Goodnight Cardinal, goodnight Brother!” And off she was. The two of you basked in silence, you felt like you were glowing.

“I think I found your size now, let’s head back to yours and take out the rest of your habits. By tomorrow, I will make sure you have a full new laundry set with your dimensions.” The two of you took off back up to your dormitories. There weren’t as many siblings in the halls and you could gander it was getting close to midnight.

“How are you feeling?” Copia asked as you two got to your door.

“Better than I have in the last few years. Relieved? Light?” You tried to answer, “I just feel.. Okay. But not in the ‘im alright’ type way, but that everything is going to be okay. I’m sorry, I’m rambling.” You opened the door and gestured him in, he followed in and looked around the room.

There were your personal clothes littering the room, cans and cups stacked up on your nightstand and books lying around with something random to keep a bookmark on a page. The room was shrouded in darkness, and when he clicked on the light it just felt more depressing.

“Never be sorry for rambling to me, but… Oh my. What is with all the… eh… cloth?”

“Oh! I was uh… covering the mirrors…” You were quiet as you took them down. Your breath hitched as you caught a glimpse of yourself for the first time in a week. You looked tired and frail. You watched yourself as you took off the veil over your hair and saw how greasy your hair was. You felt lopsided. You forgot how you haven’t shower in a week due to your dysphoria and you became even more insecure.

As if he was reading your mind, he rushed to your side, “Let’s ignore the mirrors and room for now. Do you have a bath connected here?” He walked towards the door on one of the side walls of the room and noticed how small the bathroom was after opening. The mirror in that room was cracked, some of the shards still splayed the ground. You winced and looked away in shame. He looked over with pity but didn’t say anything.

“Ah, well maybe come back to my room after we’re done in here for you to relax. You’ve been in here for too long- if you’re okay with that?” You hesitated a moment before nodding slightly, “Do not worry fratello, I will not try anything. I am not like the Papas,” You chuckled at that and sat on the bed. He walked over your clothes and opened the closet. Most of your personal clothes were falling off their hangers or stuffed into one of the three bottom drawers of the closet. Your habits sat on the very end of the closet, untouched and dusty for the most part.

Copia grabbed a handful and laid them over his arm, then he grabbed the rest and did the same. He spun on his heel, “Can you grab your makeup and whatever else you use? Like binders, or a sports bra, really anything caro. I’m going to drop these off in the laundry.” You nodded and he left the room quickly. You delicately walked into the bathroom, grabbing your makeup bag and then going to the closet and taking out two of the binders you owned. You sat on the bed and waited for him. You ignored the mirrors as much as you could, terrified to fall back into the loop you’ve been going through for years now. For once, even if it’s just for tonight, you wanted to be content.

Copia came back quickly, and the two of you walked across th1`e Abby to get to his sleeping quarters. The halls became dim and more decorated gothic till you stopped at his doors. He opened them, allowing you to step in.

His room had a balcony overlooking the garden. He had a fireplace with chairs around it, a queen sized bed, a book shelf, and a larger-than-yours bathroom. At least, it was larger than your closet-under-the-stairs bathroom. In the corner of the room was a large cage filled with different enrichments for his multiple rats.

You made your way to the balcony and noticed how much of the garden you could see up here; you briefly wondered if he’s seen you walking in the garden the previous nights.

“Bello, no? I like to sit up here and feed my rats during the evenings. It’s much cooler.”

“It is, the night is also so much calmer. Less squinting from the glares of the sun,” You commented. He nodded and then laid out your clothes on his bed.

“Relax for a bit, I’m going to run the bath and get it warm for you.” You nodded and walked over to his bookshelf. You read the spines, occasionally taking a book out to flip through it to get a better understanding of it. You noticed he had a lot of books in Latin, and you wondered if he’d teach you if you asked. You heard some chirping and you looked over to his rat cage where they seemed to be staring at you from their various little houses. You cooed at them, giving a little wave when the bathroom door opened up.

“Come, topolino!” You waved bye to the rats and went over to the bathroom.

Copia’s cassock was discarded on the bathroom counter and he was wearing his black pants and a black long sleeved button up.

“Can you undress for me?” He asked hesitantly, before shaking his head vigorously, “Not like that though!! I mean- I want to help you- like… groom you, eh?” He stumbled through, his ears and face turning red with embarrassment.

“I… I would like that. Yes,” You answered, though unsure what he meant fully. You turned towards the bathroom to begin the shimmy of undressing, when you stopped. You met eyes with yourself and it felt like you were staring at a stranger.

He noticed your hesitancy and got behind you, “May I help you?” He asked softly.

“... please,” your voice was weak and you turned to face him and away from the mirrors. He nodded in understanding, kissing the top of your head delicately before taking off your garb.

The habit came off fairly easily and the clothes under it were just a shirt and shorts. He was much more careful with the underclothes; he tried not to linger in any certain place in fear of making you uncomfortable. Once the shirt and shorts were off he folded them and sat them on the counter. He looked over at you and noticed how you were now looking at the ceiling, your body slightly shaking.

“Fratello, look at me please.” You obeyed, looking back down to him, “You are a handsome man, si? Your body might not be the most optimal, but it will always be equally as handsome and beautiful as you are on the inside. Lucifer loves you despite your fears, as do I. You are a man, despite the changes that haven't happened yet, and I and everyone else will always see you as one.” He grabbed your chin and his thumb ran across your cheekbone. His eyes were filled with endearment. He gingerly made you raise your arms with his hands and took off the sports bra. You shivered at the cold air and cringed at the vulnerable feeling.

“You are very handsome and you’re going to get through this,” He whispered tenderly. You nodded. He bent down and helped pull your underwear off. You once again cringed, hating every second of this. He wasted no time in setting these items to the side and rushing you to the bathtub. You put a foot in and shivered. Going from cool heat to hot water always makes your hair stand up.

You sat in the water and leaned against the wall. There were a light amount of bubbles already in the water, hiding your body from yourself effectively enough. He took his gloves off and rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed a cup that was on the counter and filled it with bath water, then kneeled down beside you on the floor and dumped it over your head. He cupped a hand at your eyebrows so you wouldn’t get any water in your eyes. He did this a few more times, making sure your hair was thoroughly drenched before reaching over to grab the shampoo. He poured a bit into his palm and sat the bottle on the floor. He sat up on the bath’s ledge this time, rubbing his hands together to make sure the soap got on both hands and then running his hands through your wet hair.

You leaned into it, his fingers feeling nice against your unkempt hair and itchy scalp. You let out a content sigh as he scrubbed gently, making sure he lathered it well. He cleaned behind your ears and ran a hand from the bottom of your hair up.

“Do you want to cut your hair?” He asked softly.

“Satanas yes,” You looked up to him, “Can you?”

“I don’t think it is a good idea for me to cut your hair, but we can get someone tomorrow morning to do it professionally. Would you like that?” You nodded and he smiled, “Good. I’ll call ahead first thing tomorrow.”

He grabbed the cup again and began to wash the soap out of your hair. He still lightly scrubbed your hair as he did this, pulling out any tangles as he went.

Then he grabbed the conditioner and poured quite a bit out. He was delicate when applying it but made sure it got everywhere he could reach in your hair. He then pulled back, admiring his work for a second before grabbing a hand cloth from behind him and dumping it in the bathtub. He took it out and wringed it out of its water before applying body soap, which he also got from behind him.

“Caro, is it okay if you stand up for a bit? I need to wash you. I promise I’ll be quick.” You nodded hesitantly and slowly stood up. The cold air nipped at your skin and you tried to cover your breasts with your arms so you didn’t have to notice them. He moved with purpose and precision without missing a second. He started at your legs, working his way up and going over your nether regions lightly.

“Mi dispiace but is it okay if I…?”

“Yes, just… be fast please.” He nodded and you took a wider stance so it was easier for him to clean. He was true to what you asked, wiping the area down and going over the pubic hair. Light enough where you weren’t entirely uncomfortable, but enough to make it got you clean. You closed your legs as he dumped the washcloth into the bathtub and cleaned it off, reapplying soap before standing up. He cleaned your stomach and then went over your arms. He indicated for you to turn and so you did. He got your back and went up your neck. He went around your neck, making you giggle.

He chuckled in amusement, “Ah, ticklish fratello?”

“Slightly! Don’t exploit that!” You warn, looking over and playfully glaring.

He shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it, caro.” He grabbed your shoulders and shifted you to face him, “However, I do need you to uncross your arms,” You cringed, “Si, si I know. Only for a moment. You need to be clean, and we’ll discuss better ways to do this later, I promise. I doubt you want me to always be the one to clean you.”

“But what If I do?” You ask softly, “I mean not forever, but until I feel better.” He hummed, grabbing your arms and gently pulling them off you to expose your chest.

“I’ll help you in any way you need, mi caro.”

He was quick to soap you off the rest of the way and allowed you to sit back in the bathtub. He left the bathroom for a few minutes before reappearing with a towel and some pajamas.

“Your water will be getting cold soon, you should get out,” He suggested softly. You groaned, not wanting to have to face the mirror before slowly dragging yourself out. He opened the towel and you practically fell into it. He wrapped it around you, bringing you into a backwards hug. He snuggled into you, his body pressing tightly behind you as he nuzzled into your neck. You laughed slightly, feeling relief wash over you as you realize the harder part of the evening was over.

“Alright, change into these and I’ll be waiting for you out here. Can you do that?”

“Yep! I’ll be out in a minute.” He left the room and you slowly shrugged the towel off. You ignored the mirror completely and quickly got your sports bra and underwear on. It helped being able to only see clothes and not the skin. Then you put on the silk pants he gave you and an oversized cotton long-sleeved shirt. They were both big on you, but it worked well for now. You assumed that these were probably his clothes, and your face got a little hot. You look yourself over in the mirror, and you felt a little better about yourself.

You left the bathroom and saw Copia sitting in one of the chairs with a brush on the arm of the chair and scrolling through his phone. He was now in his own pajamas, and the fire was going bright and proud. He put his phone down and smiled brightly once you entered.

“Come here, let me brush your hair. I noticed it was becoming matted, much worse than the rat nests that my pets create,” He joked, motioning you towards him. You chuckle, then followed his orders. He pointed to the floor and you gave him a confused look.

“Sit down there, it'll be easier to brush your hair. I already booked a hair appointment for tomorrow as well.”

“Thank you so much, Copia,” You said as you sat down. He hummed, and ran a hand through your hair. He then began brushing your hair while absently humming a tune.

“You mentioned you’ve done testosterone, have you been through anything else?” You ask without really thinking. You were too deep in thought, staring into the fire as it crackled and popped.

“Si, I have. I’ve medically transitioned as much as is safe for me.” Your thoughts begin to go elsewhere, and your face heats up. You can’t tell if it’s the heat from the fire or thinking of his bottom surgery, and you’d rather not find out, “Though, you do not need to medically transition. You don’t even need to go on ‘t’ if you don’t want to, caro. Do what you think is right on this journey, not what others think you should be doing.” You hummed and a comfortable silence filled the room.

He was careful with his brushing, always grabbing your hair at the scalp if it was a rather tough tug to minimize any potential pain. It took nearly five minutes to get your hair under control.

“Ahh, all done. Now, I want to know, do you wish to do makeup now, or go to sleep and do it tomorrow? It’s just what I find helps best with outlining your more masculine features, so it’s no rush,” He asked, putting the brush down. You got up and sat at the chair opposite of his.

“I think I’d like to sleep. So much has happened and I just want to take it all in, y’know?”

He nodded in understanding, “Si. I will sleep on the couch. You can use the bed.”

You gave him an incredulous look, “What? Your bed is big enough for the both of us, if you want to share that is.” He looked surprised for a second, but nodded.

“Of course, as long as you are comfortable fratello.” You two got up and went to the bed.

The both of you set up your little areas and you stiffly got under the covers, not realizing how different it feels to sleep in someone else's bed. He took note of this.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked cautiously, unsure of how to approach the situation.

“Yes, I’m just… not used to this. At all,” You muttered. It was a lot to take in. The love and care from the cardinal was so much, and you just didn’t understand it fully. He scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around your lower abdomen.

“Is… this okay?” He whispered into your ear, setting his head down on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” You whispered back. He kissed you slightly on the neck, breathing you in. Your hand fell onto his, and slowly darkness consumed you both. In the comfort of each other's arms, cared and loved for.

#cardinal copia x reader #transmasc reader #trans copia #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x trans reader #fluff #comfort #grooming #(as in cleaning and taking care of oneself)#coming out #acceptance #my fanfics

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copiousloverofcopia · 11 months

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HERE IT IS! The moment some of you have been waiting for...well maybe not really lol...

Since I completed The Red Dress as promised I have started on one of my promised other new works.....UNDER THE SPELL!

Please be nice I am SO not used to writing for Mary, so I hope its ok!

Mary Goore x OC Piper!

Piper and Mary have been best friends since they first met as children. When Mary and her boyfriend Sid asked her to come along on gigs, Piper thought it was a no-brainer. But as the excitement of the buzzing amps dies down, she realizes she wants more—now if only she can get him to agree.

Chapter 1: Fishnets and Regrets

Also available HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut 😈

She was trying her best to stay cool, staving off the tears that relentlessly pricked at her eyes. The sharp-winged cat eyeliner and heavily mascaraed lashes sent a trail of black down her cheeks. A battle lost, but only for a short moment until she could bring herself to carry on. Piper stared into the mirror of another random bar's bathroom, angry at herself for not realizing what she wanted to do with her life sooner. Despite her upset, the show must go on. Knowing that would need to stuff it down before heading out to face them again—her chosen family and partners in crime, Repugnant.

She had spent the last 6 years of her life traveling with them and when the sounds of humming amps kicked on and the guitars screamed as they were being tuned—she needed to move her ass. Before heading back out, she adjusted her tattered fishnets, that had seen better days, and re-tied her scuffed up black combat boots. They were her favorite—a gift from Mary many years ago. Piper checked the mirror, once more, just to be sure that her mohawk hadn't fallen, before using her foot to kick open the door.

Her mind was still heavy with anger and hurt. The fight she and Sid had was only a short time ago and it left her feeling heated, like she was roasting from the inside. Now she'd have to go and watch them perform—pissed off but having got her shit together enough to keep the peace. After all, there were still a bunch more gigs to go and the road home, for her, didn’t really exist.

It was the first time in a long time Piper wished she was somewhere else. Traveling with the four guys and Tom's girl, Annie, had been a dream come true. She lived for the music, the lights of the stage, and the energy from the crowd as the guys performed. Having grown up with Mary and getting close with the rest of them, it was only natural that they all worked so well together. So, when Mary and Sid asked her to tag along while they toured the world, she thought she couldn’t ask for anything more—that was until last week.

She was late—very late. Her period, which had normally come like clockwork, had decided to give both her and Sid the scare of a lifetime. Both of them in a full-blown panic as the reality of that drunken mishap set in. Sid was pissed, throwing shit around the hourly rate hotel room, spouting comments about her needing to get shit taken care of and him not wanting any damn kids. Piper wasn’t at all surprised at his psychotic meltdown, but what she was surprised about was her reaction to the negative test. In that moment everything changed, and she was, for lack of a better word, conflicted.

When only one line appeared on the stick, Sid was ecstatic. Jumping up and down acting like a complete and utter fool. Thrilled out of his mind that he had dodged yet another bullet despite his recklessness. Piper was relieved too, in a way. Sid was not necessarily the "fatherly" type, but the idea of having a kid hadn't left her—even a week later.

That's when the fight happened, and of course it just had to happen before the show. Sid couldn't let things go and give her the space she needed when she told him nothing was wrong. So, with his incessant pushing and Piper's built-up anger, the truth came spilling out like blood from a gushing wound. Not her finest moment to be sure, but she wondered if all of this was what needed to happen.

Things had been rocky for some time with Sid. He was a good man deep down, but definitely immature and Piper was pretty sure his photo was next to "man child" in the dictionary. She loved him, but she knew at this point it was over between them—Piper had figured out she wanted more than just a spot in the tour bus and glorified groupie status with the band. She told Sid she wanted to move on with her life and settle down. And with that revelation, blow up number 1,346 began. Leaving them officially split up and Piper in an awkward place—feeling empty.

She took in a deep breath before continuing down the hall and stepping out onto the floor, the band playing when she had made her way to the pit. The guitars were drilling into the audience’s skulls and the drums banging hard, vibrating in her chest. The feeling of the music coursing through her, was truly something she'd never get enough of. Piper watched Sid playing his guitar, Tom on drums, Carlos on bass, and of course Mary absolutely slaughtering the vocals. The frustration, hanging itself within her soul, shredding with the sounds of the death metal they came to play.

The smell of cigarette smoke was heavy in the air and the sticky floor pulled at the bottoms of her boots, but she didn't care. Piper head-banged her way through Draped in Cerecloth and tried to just let go. Her mohawk swinging around and the chains on her belt rattling as she jumped up and down, screaming into the universe and giving every last bit of energy she had to Mary and the guys. Thankfully it was gonna be a great night of music, but also a night she would never forget.

The show was a blast, the crowd losing it over the performance and tearing the place up as they rocked out to what their parents surely referred to as “deafening noise”. As their spot was over, Mary and the guys along with Piper and Annie took the opportunity to throw a few back before heading out for the night. All of them laughing and celebrating another show well done, Piper being a bit less enthusiastic as usual. Mary, taking note that she and Sid had been keeping their distance.

The bar had now been closed for over an hour and while everyone else minus the stagehands had left to head back to the bus, Piper decided to hang out for some time alone. She sat by herself with a beer in hand and picked at yet another tear in her fishnets, when she saw Mary coming towards her. Fuck , she thought to herself knowing exactly where this was going.

Mary Goore had been covered in blood since the beginning of the show. Preferring to start things out with a bang. Dripping with it as he raged in sonnets of death and the defiling of corpses. The metallic liquid, now managing to cover his shirt and matted a bit of his hair, but he didn't care. It was another glorious night for him and the guys, though he couldn’t let go of the feeling that things were off with Sid and Piper.

He felt a connection to her like no other—the best of friends since the cradle. Their families were close from the beginning. When Mary's Dad took off and Piper's parents were killed, they were the ones to help each other hold it together. She had been a staple in his life. A constant he knew he could always count on. Things had been weird lately between her and Sid, that was for sure. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out things were at an all-time low.

"Pipes? Why aren't you on the bus?" He asked as he slumped down beside her on the edge of the stage. Piper shrugged a bit, taking another swig of her beer to finish it off before speaking.

"Just didn't feel like it quite yet. I figured I'd wait till everything got packed up and then head over."

"Bullshit." Mary said straight faced and serious toned. He was a bit intimidating after a show, all that blood over his face and the tiniest amount of grumble to his voice—after having pushed it so hard.

"Oh come on. Don't do that thing you do." Piper begged—her words futile. She knew he could sense it, there was definitely something she wasn’t telling him. Piper was surprised that Sid hadn't told him yet about their break up, since he had never known how to keep his mouth shut.

"You know better sweetness than to lie to my face." He told her as he widened his gaze and tried to lean in closer. Piper pressed her lips together into a tight line and furrowed her brows before dropping her eyes to her lap. Damn Mary for always being right and always knowing when she was hiding something.

“Sid and I well…we aren’t a thing anymore.” Piper said calmly before looking back over at Mary. His face was filled with disgust, imagining the multitude of things Sid could have done to destroy things with Piper, who had stuck by his ass for so long.

“What did that rat bastard do now?” Mary growled knowing full well how asinine his friend could be. Piper put her hand on Mary’s shoulder to calm him. It was slick with blood and sweat and some face paint, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Mary grabbed for her hand and gave her a concerned look.

“No Mare, it’s nothing like that. We just decided that we want different things—I want different things.” Piper explained.

“Well what the fuck does that even mean?” Mary laughed, though a bit nervously.

“I think this may be the end of the road for me. After the next few gigs, I’m gonna have to figure something out. I got other things I wanna do with my life and being stuck on the bus isn’t it anymore.”

“Where is this coming from? I thought you loved being on tour with us?” Mary asked her, completely confused and honestly more shaken than if it had been only the Sid issue. He didn’t want Piper to leave. Half the time she was the only thing that kept him from going off the deep end. What’s got her ready to run if it ain't Sid , he asked himself.

“I wanna settle down, take up root somewhere and well that's not gonna happen with Sid or while I’m on the road with you all.” Piper admitted. She and Mary had usually been upfront with each other. Each appreciating the other's candor, saving them from misunderstandings but tonight she was withholding something. And while Piper might have wanted to keep the intimate details of her heartache to herself, Mary would know she was lying before she could speak the words.

“What a pussy.” he snorted, angry with Sid for spurring this whole thing on, thinking to himself anyone would be lucky to be committed to Piper. “Honestly Pipes you are better off without him…but I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I want you to stay. Don’t go.”

“Uh…fuck…Mare that’s not the start.” Piper explained, swallowing back the knot forming in her throat. Now Mary was on red alert. All his senses, buzzing with something big about to come out of Piper’s mouth—and then she said it.

“I wanna have a baby.” she told him, Mary turning even paler than his face paints. It was only when his stunned stare turned into a dissociated blink, that Piper knew he hadn’t gone catatonic, “Mare?”

“Ah…umm…” he began smearing the blood through his hair as he ran his hand over his head. Clearly still in shock from Piper’s confession, “...what happened to you starting that band? What were you going to call it? Crazy Chrysanthemums or something?” he asked, unable to think of anything else to say in his stupor.

“It was Wild Violets…That doesn't matter. That was just a fleeting idea.” Piper explained, “You’re missing the point.”

“And this ISN’T a fleeting idea?” Mary continued.

“No…I honestly hadn’t thought about this kinda thing at all, but we had a scare and well… I can’t stop thinking about it.” Then Mary stood up, beginning to pace the stage as he took in everything his best friend was saying. Her words, hitting him like daggers to the chest.

“Piper…”

“Yes?” She asked as Mary walked over to her and held out his hand. Waiting for her to take it so he could lift her up onto the stage. Piper gave it to him, quickly getting up on her feet as Mary and her eyes met in what remained of the stage lights.

“So not a joke…not a fleeting idea?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Pulling at the worn neckline of his Morbid t-shirt.

“Not a joke I swear.” Piper replied, putting up her hands like some girl scout signaling her pledge to the troop. Mary got quiet again—his eyes dropping away from hers and down to the scratched up remnants of old band stickers and other crap that had adhered to the floor of the stage. “Mare?” she called to him, watching him get lost in thought.

“Sorry I am still trying to wrap my head around you wanting Sid to be a dad.” Mary jabbed, trying to insert some humor into the situation, but he could tell it only made Piper more upset.

“Oh come on Pipes you know this whole thing is a little fucked right? Hell, even I'd be a better Dad than..." Mary began when the idea struck Piper like a ton of bricks. One she instantly knew felt right, but oh boy was it going to be a bitch to convince Mary. He could see it—the look in her eye told him she was scheming and now his anxiety went through the roof. “…what are you thinkin’...

“Mare…here me out. What if you—” Piper barely got out the first words before Mary began pacing around once more, his eyes blown wide and his jaw dragging across the floor.

"Nope, nope don't like that." Mary said, shaking his head. “No way you’re even considering what I think you are considering.”

“But Mare…you are my best friend. My other half, I can’t think of anyone else better. I don’t wanna waste my time with some deadbeat guys…not when I have you. Not when I know that you’re perfect.” Piper finished, a newfound energy surging through her. Wondering why she hadn’t thought of this before tonight. Mary was visibly in shock. His mind swirling with the implications of his best friend’s words. Wondering if he was finally losing his mind from all the stress of touring.

“Perfect for what Pipes?” he asked her, straining against the words he knew were about to leave her lips.

“I want it to be you. I want you and I…to have a baby.”

#Mary Goore x Piper #Mary Goore x OC Piper #Mary Goore #Repugnant #not ghost but like kinda ghost #repugnant fic #mary goore fic #Repugnant fanfic #Mary Goore fanfic #Repugnant fanfiction #Mary Goore fanfiction #Mary goore smut #Repugnant smut #Ren Writes

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pjisskullourful · 6 months

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hey my gorgeous ones!

so my funk is continuing(hoofuckinray). theres just some shit going on in my personal life& the emotional fatigue has bled into creative constipation& im really struggling to get much of anything written. i've switched off commissions for the moment, just wanting to take it a bit easy on myself while im trying to get back on my bullshit

as a please-dont-hate-me for the delays that are ongoing, here is the first almost 2k of chapter 25 of stained sheets. its all i have sofar, there are two whole more scenes to write so i genuinely cant say when you'll be getting it

thanks for any patience& understanding you swing my way. stay selfishly happy my thotties

You paused from closing the fly on your high-waisted pants - you had been trying on the outfit you wanted to wear to dinner tonight, but something had caught your eye, distracting you.

A jagged, dark line reached up from just above the waistband of your underwear. This stretch mark was brand new to your eyes. It hit you like an actual wound, your gut twisting and your mind racing.

As your throat clenched, you stopped caring about checking that your choice of outfit was cute or not. You hated this intruder on the side of your tummy. This new line was a failure on your part, maybe if you weren’t so lazy, or spent less time playing video games, you could have avoided gaining another mark in your ugly collection. You were frozen with the top of your pants in your hands.

How long had this mark been on your body? Had Damiano seen it - what did he think when he looked at it?

This was supposed to be a fun day - the day before Easter, and some friends of his were hosting a dinner that would end in an egg hunt through their garden. You were going to be meeting more of the people he had grown up with. But most importantly, you were getting to spend the whole weekend with him, there hadn’t been many of those so far this year. There was no Måneskin-business to take him out of the country, he was just your boyfriend this weekend.

You didn’t want to waste any of this precious time with your insecurities. You wished you hadn’t seen the line, because it hadn’t been as simple as noticing it. You were having a full reaction to it. The change of mood inside of you was almost a tangible sensation.

You didn’t know how to resolve it, you just knew that you wanted the unpleasantness to stop. Your solution was to physically move away from it. You undressed without completing the try-on process, so desperate to walk away and pretend this negativity didn’t exist. You just needed to refresh yourself and then you would be able to get back on the right track.

“I’m gonna have a shower.” You loudly announced without knowing if he actually heard you. He might be outside having a cigarette, or otherwise occupied too far from the bedroom.

You went into the bathroom and stopped at the vanity, pulling your hairbrush out of a draw. You took your hair down and started brushing through any tangles. Standing in front of the wide mirror, it wasn’t easy to keep your concentration on your hair. Your eyes wanted to wander, to find other flaws in the reflection to tear yourself apart over.

Until you were given the perfect distraction. Your boyfriend came into the room, his figure filling the reflection behind you. He was dressed in only a pair of underwear, wearing a festive headband on top of his short hair. It was enough to make you smile, even though you had to feign annoyance.

“Take those off.” You said as sternly as you could manage.

“You got it, baby.” He said, promptly taking his briefs off.

You were amused, even as you rolled your eyes. You turned your back on the mirror, more than happy to put all of your attention on him. “I meant the bunny ears and you know it.”

The fuzzy rabbit ears remained fixed on his head as he furrowed his brow. “I’m confused, do you want me to put the underwear back on?”

“Damiano.” You warned, but this only resulted in getting him to say your name back to you, in a sing-songy way, delivered with a positively devilish smile. “I never should have let you take the ears from my office…”

His eyes grew wide and he pointed an accusing finger at you. “You were the one who took them.”

You let this unserious discussion progress, exaggerating your shock. “How dare you accuse me.”

“No, how dare you. I was just there to pick you up from work. You were the one who pulled them out of the cute little window display and put them on my head.” He said.

“I didn’t think you were going to walk out still wearing them. And I was kind of distracted, I was working.” You added to his recollection. “Now you must take them off before they get stretched or broken ‘cause I’ve gotta put them back, they’ll probably be part of next year’s Easter display.”

He resisted, still. “I like them. You have to agree that they look better on me than they did in the window.”

“I agree.” You said. “Now take them off.”

The thing that was stopping you from simply snatching the accessory off of him, was the knowledge of how getting too close to him would change this situation entirely. He could physically overpower you in an instant and any illusion of you having some control would be banished.

“You can ask nicer than that, kitty.” He said, very clearly enjoying this teasing.

“Can you please take the ears off for me, please and thank you.” You said, even clasping your hands together in front of yourself to further sell it.

He cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t hear a single word you said. It’s kinda hard to hear you over all of those clothes you’re wearing.”

You reminded yourself how much you enjoyed being called a ‘good girl’ as inspiration to help you bite back any sarcastic comments. You even resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

You removed the two items that you were wearing - a bra and a pair of panties. You cupped your hands to either side of your mouth and spoke at a much higher volume. “Can you hear me now?”

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, did you have a request for me or something?”

“Can you please take those ears off for me, please?” You asked.

“Why, of course I can.” He said, plucking the accessory off of his head. “Here you go.”

You snatched it out of his hand, holding it securely in both of yours. “I’m gonna find someplace to hide these from you.”

“I can’t imagine why you would think that’s necessary. I’ll get the shower started while you do that, shall I?”

This made you pause from leaving the room. “Oh, you’re joining me?”

“Yeah, unless that’s not okay? I thought we should shower together, to save water.” He said.

You smirked. “To save water. Yep, that’s fine.”

You carried the confiscated item over to where you kept your work bag. It was enough to put it into your bag and shut the zipper. If he pulled it out of there he would be in the wrong - you’d both know it, and any argument would be in your favour.

When you returned to the bathroom, it was to find him standing under the stream of water. You were further distracted from your earlier issues as you admired how great he looked when soaking wet.

He turned his head and smiled at the sight of you, beckoning you in with a curling of his finger. You stepped in, sliding the door shut behind yourself. You shouldn’t have been surprised when he was instantly drawing you in for kisses, his hands cradling your face. There were times when the two of you could share a focused shower, spending as much time washing yourselves as you did making out.

But the look he had given you had indicated that this wasn’t the case for today. You linked your arms around his waist, indulging in this as the noise of the persistent water blocked out everything else. You felt how easy it would be to melt as his mouth worked tenderly against yours.

His hands left your face, slowly moving down to where the water had already reached. He started to kiss his way off of your mouth, his lips pressing against your chin before going lower. You couldn’t help arching your back into him as his lips worked across your throat. This was the closeness that you absolutely ached for when he was away, showers (like pretty much everything else) were so dull without him.

But -

“I need to wash my hair. This shower was supposed to have purpose.” You said.

He stopped what he was doing to look up at you. “Nobody’s stopping you from washing your hair. Look, I’ll even help. I’ve got lots of time to help with washing your hair these days.”

“I could return the favour and use my volumising shampoo on your hair.” You said of his well maintained buzzcut.

He wore a deadpan expression, blinking at you. “Hilarious. I swear, you’ve missed your calling in life. You shouldn’t be doing admin work- stand-up comedy, that’s where you should be. Netflix would give you a special so fast.”

“Because I’m a special girl.” You said as he let go of you to grab the shampoo bottle.

The intimacy wasn’t totally lost in this process. The two of you remained standing very close together (even though there was ample room for each of you in here) and you took every opportunity to touch him.

When he began to massage the shampoo into your scalp, you could have let out a moan of pleasure. You shut your eyes and soaked up every second of his attentiveness. His fingers slowly dragging across your scalp was the only thing that you needed right now.

“Stop making that face.” He said, his voice so stern that your eyes instantly snapped open, you were practically ready to apologise at once. “That’s a sex face and if you keep it up you’re gonna get me hard, which isn’t the purpose of this shower, right?”

You almost began giggling, you covered your face with both of your hands. “I didn’t mean to. I, I guess I was enjoying myself a little too much.”

“I’ll say.”

You parted your fingers to peek at him. “Did I really do a sex face?”

“Oh, yes. If you want me to get specific- it was your edging face. When I see that face I know that I’m doing it right and your brain is getting all empty.” He said before instructing you to tilt your head back under the stream of water.

As he rinsed all of the product out of your hair, you physically cringed. “Oh my God, I hope I don’t make that face when they’re washing my hair at the hairdressers.”

“Relax baby, I’m the only one who knows that face is linked to naughtiness.” He said.

You tried your best to stay in constant awareness, and control, over your facial expressions as he conditioned your hair. The lack of massaging on your scalp kept you from that floaty feeling.

“What do you think, is that up to your standards?” He asked, losing the careful look on his face that he had been wearing during this task.

You tested his work by running your fingers through the ends of your hair. “It feels perfect. Thank you, Daddy.” You reached out to tap the end of his nose.

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charleslebatman · 6 months

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Yall are really overreacting w the charles paps pics that just dropped. Saying it's all fake and he's let fame get to his head?? Like cmon he was in LOS ANGELES Beverly Hills to be exact which is like the Hotspot for celebrities and influencers. paps are everywhere ready to take pictures even of someone who is semi famous or they "think" is famous so that they can sell the pics and earn money. Like im not even kidding my friend got papped while she was leaving a restaurant w her bf in Beverly hills cz they looked really formal and "celebrity" like.

Obviously charles is known. He's the 2nd most famous driver currently on the grid after lewis. Even ONE pap knowing him is enough for his pictures to be clicked. Also I'm not denying that it isnt pr cz that would be a lie. Vegas is coming and the pr for it started LAST YEAR itself. Daniel is rumored to be on the Kimmel show soon. What's that for?? Vegas gp obvs.

Also what's w all the alex hate. Let that poor girl live. It's clear from the pics that she did not wanna be papped also seems pretty obvious that the pap flash did make her uncomfortable. Yall can say oh bt she's pictured in paddock. Yes. That's cz she IS OKAY w that. She'd have given permission FOR THAT. But not for this pap thing.

To say charles has lost passion is just cruel and sad coming from his own fans when we've clearly seen how much he dedicates himself and ends up disappointed because of reasons that are out of his control.

Has he lost hope for this season?? Yes. Wayy back. Might he be having second thoughts about ferrari even though he strictly says he's in it for long haul??? Idk cz idk him and we don't know what's happening behind the scenes. Bt have we ever seen him neglecting this and be like ykw this seasons done let's try next yr?? No that man was p2 last race and p1 at the previous 2 races. Has he lost hope altogether??? No.

I'm not hating on anyone I'm just tryna idk give a viewpoint that's not entirely negative. we can as fans just understand him and not feed into our own doubtful thoughts and turn him into someone we don't like especially if he's not done anything to give us that perception of him. He's been having a frustrating couple of seasons and till now he's always been composed about it bt he's also human and there's only too much he can handle.

All I see in your reaction, it’s being rude and harsh. I’m sad as fan, outside gossiping about his couple you agree or not, to see reaction as this one.

I wasn’t even talking about his couple in the post I tag him. I was talking about his image, my feelings as a fan. Being in a community fan doesn’t mean, nodding your head as sheep. I receive opinions that didn’t saw the things as I’m seeing and it was said nicely.

You’re asking to stop judging his gf, but it’s what you’re doing here with his some of his fans.

You’re living in this Black Mirror episode (that is my fav by the way 😂), where we don’t agree you lost points. It’s the same things. I don’t want to be part of a community like this. I want when we’ve weird feelings for a personality we appreciate, we can discute why. Outside gossips. It’s even about this.

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themurphyzone · 1 year

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BatB AU: Be a Pest

AN: Sorry it’s been so long! Enjoy this next chapter!

Ch 19: Be a Pest

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Wakko had been gone for a while. There was no way to check on him since the mirror was no longer in the castle’s possession. Yakko had to trust that Wakko knew what he was doing, or at least successfully improvise a plan. Maybe he’d been lucky enough to find some help out there.

But as a big brother-slash-leader of their troublemaking trio, Yakko wondered if it was truly right to allow Wakko to venture into the outside world alone, without any preparation or guide to help him. Maybe he should’ve insisted on grabbing Dot so all three of them could present a united, persuasive force in case Pinky was reluctant to come back.

A little late for any what-ifs now, isn’t it?

The only thing he could do was check on Dot. Pinky’s departure hit everyone hard, with Dot and the Beast taking it the worst out of everyone. Everyone else was still coming to terms with the terrible news or distracting themselves by cleaning up the remains of the ball.

Nobody dared disturb the Beast while he mourned Pinky’s presence. Yakko found himself at the West Wing’s entrance, about to barge in against orders to tell the Beast about Wakko’s plan, but he couldn’t provide the Beast with false hope. They’d had too much of that recently.

It was better to wait until Pinky showed up, if he wanted to come back at all.

Until then, the only thing he could do was try to be there for everyone else. Write some new songs, create some new jokes, make some wisecracks at their situation that belied just how serious everything had become, anything to fill in the melancholic silence that had quickly descended upon the castle.

Leaving the West Wing corridor behind, he tried to follow other servants around, but they were all too lost in thought to react to his antics. Laughing was the best reaction, but he was willing to settle for a ‘go away, Yakko’ or ‘please stop, we’re busy’ too. Negative reactions were still reactions.

So far, nothing.

He’d left Dot alone for longer than he meant to. Though he knew his younger siblings were capable, he still worried about them. Sometimes Wakko was naive, and sometimes Dot was headstrong. Someone had to rein them in from time to time.

She was on the cupboard’s bottom shelf, not even bothering to claim the top like she always threatened to do. If it wasn’t for the occasional clink of her handle against the wall, he could’ve mistaken her for one of the completely inanimate teacups.

He climbed up to the cupboard without any issue thanks to his years of practice.

“So how’s my favorite sister?” Yakko asked as he sat on the edge of the shelf, letting his base dangle in the air.

Dot sighed. “I’m your only sister, Yakko.”

“Which makes you a favorite by default,” Yakko said. He let a small ember burn on his left candle.

But Dot didn’t laugh.

The tiny flame flickered out. This would be tougher than he thought.

“Wanna bother Scratchy? It’ll be fun. Turn that frown upside down and all,” Yakko suggested. Dot’s body shook with a vehement no. Okay, so maybe that wouldn’t work. There were a million other things he could try. “Ehh….we’ll file that under maybe later. You wanna…hear my latest educational song about Martin Luther and the Reformation? I arranged it to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony for easy listening!”

Dot sighed. “I’m not really in the mood…”

Okay, okay, so music was a bust…maybe a game to pass the time would work?

“Well, we could try cards, checkers, borrow funny hats from Marita for a tea party-”

“Yakko Warner, what part of I’m not in the mood do you not understand?” Dot snapped, her base clinking sharply against the shelf. “Just leave me alone if you have nothing important to say!”

Though her tone was sharp, her voice hitched. With a sigh, Yakko shook his head. “Yeah…can’t leave you alone even if you tell me to. Comes with the job.”

Dot glared at him, but Yakko knew perfectly well that she didn’t want to be left alone right now.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “So where’s Wakko?”

Here we go.

This was the question he’d been waiting for.

While he wished he could’ve swayed Wakko into waiting for Dot instead of relying on Yakko to explain everything, he also knew that no time could be wasted so Wakko could sneak out without being noticed.

“Wakko’s gonna persuade Pinky to come back,” Yakko said. “Came up with the plan by himself and hitched a ride in Pharfig’s saddlebags.”

“Without saying anything at all?” Dot scowled. “Typical.”

Yakko ignored the harshness in her tone. “Well, I caught him trying to sneak out, and I admit to trying to stop him from leaving, but he was really adamant about this. He didn’t have time to wait.”

Dot pouted, and Yakko knew she would’ve jumped at the chance to go with Wakko. Some selfish part of Yakko was glad Dot was here though. He didn’t think he could take both of his younger siblings sneaking off the castle grounds without his knowledge.

Or going without him for that matter.

“And you let him go?” Dot asked.

Yakko nodded. He had the odd feeling that Wakko wanted to go by himself anyway. Like there was something he was trying to prove.

Except…he doesn’t need to prove anything to us. Does he know that?

Dot was silent, though only because she was trying to think up her next question.

"...would you have let me go if I asked?"

Yakko was prepared for anger, but to his surprise, there was none within her question.

A long time ago, he'd promised that they would stay together no matter what. Though he wished he didn't have to break his promise to his parents, the circumstances had forced him.

"...I don't know. It was hard enough with Wakko. Don't look at me like that, I know you're not as fragile as you look, and I should've realized that sooner, but…"

Dot gave him a sharp nudge.

"I get it, Yakko," Dot murmured, placing most of her body weight onto Yakko in a no-armed version of a hug. "Stop talking before you say something really mushy."

Yakko gasped in disbelief. Stop talking when that was his entire shtick? "What, you gonna ask the sky to stop being blue now? Or for the stars to stop shining? Any other impossible requests you wanna make?"

"Well, now that you've kindly offered…" Dot said with a cheeky grin, and Yakko nudged her back.

Honestly, if he'd known that all it took was admitting his younger siblings were capable even with their inanimate forms, he would've done it much sooner.

"Wake me up when Wakko and Pinky come back. I wanna be awake for the love confession," Dot yawned, nestling into Yakko's side.

Yakko wrapped his brass arm around her as best he could.

They would come back. It would be difficult to wait, but they would come back. He was sure of it.

o-o-o-o-o

Dot wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, just that it was a very long and emotionally exhausting night, but with Yakko's light flickering gently around her, she felt more confident that Wakko and Pinky would return.

They seriously needed to hurry up though. Apparently a sense of timing didn't come with being a clock.

As much as she wished she could've gone with Wakko, she realized that maybe Yakko needed her to stay for his own peace of mind.

Yakko had sacrificed so much for her and Wakko, doing his best to play with them, educate them, and keep them safe and together in spite of everything life threw at them.

Sometimes he got too overprotective, and sometimes he talked so much and forgot to listen, but he was working on it.

And Dot wouldn't trade her brothers for the world, even if they did annoy her to death.

Despite all of Yakko's efforts to stay awake, he'd fallen asleep.

Dot blew out a tiny flame that still burned on his wick, nestling under his arm to see if she could somehow get back to sleep. It was hard when she was anticipating Wakko and Pinky's return.

It wouldn't be long before she could nestle into soft fur again.

She closed her eyes, but before she could sink back into sleep, a commotion outside the cupboard caught her attention.

"EVERYONE, WAKE UP! WE GOT TROUBLE!" Pesto's loud voice echoed through the kitchen.

Dot tried to squeeze her eyes shut and will herself back to sleep, but Pesto's voice was impossible to ignore.

The kitchen staff, who'd just finished putting away the remains of the ball's dinner, grumbled as they crawled out from the shelves, racks, and cupboards.

"What's going on?"

"Someone tell that featherbrain to shut up!"

"Can't get any sleep in this place!"

Pesto made an indignant noise. "Who are ya callin' a featherbrain, ya big lunk? I'd get that wide behind to the big lobby window if I was you!"

The serving tray who'd insulted Pesto humphed. "I don't have a wide behind…" he muttered.

Several of the servants around him whistled innocently and chose not to comment.

Though Dot wondered if Bobby or Squit said anything that would drive Pesto into a crazed, profanity-laden tirade, the featherduster sounded genuinely panicked.

Dot slipped out from underneath Yakko, curious about whatever was happening. Though some of the servants retreated to their sleeping areas for the night, others chose to heed Pesto and followed him out of the kitchen.

"Huh? Whazzgoinon?" Yakko asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"Something's happening out there. C'mon!" Dot said, and Yakko's flames burst as he fully woke up and hopped out of the cupboard after Dot.

They followed the servants to the window, where a large crowd was already gathered. They all had worried expressions on their faces, and Yakko and Dot glanced at each other, uncertain at what they would see.

Pushing their way to the front, Yakko and Dot emerged beside Rita and Buttons. Runt and Mindy played together on the rug, oblivious to whatever worried the others.

Outside the window, through the torrent of rainwater and flashes of lightning, bright specks of light shone through the darkness.

Though Dot wished it was Wakko, Pinky, and Pharfignewton, that hope was quickly dashed as a series of thundering footsteps echoed on the stone bridge below.

It was too loud to be a single horse.

The lights steadily grew brighter and larger as they approached, and with a pit of dread in her non-existent stomach, Dot realized they were torches.

A mob was coming. And they weren't here for a friendly chat over tea.

"Gee, where are the pitchforks?" Yakko asked with a nervous chuckle. Nobody reacted to his attempt to make light of the situation.

"We were roosting in an alcove above the entrance when we spotted 'em," Bobby said. "I'd say they're about fifty strong, each of them armed with at least one weapon."

With the exception of Pinky and Wakko, nobody had ventured beyond the castle grounds in a long time. So nobody was sure what exactly they'd done to incite a mob.

"So does anybody know what they're here for?" Adeline asked in concern.

A deafening chant came from the mob, roaring over the thunder as they marched across the stone bridge.

"Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!"

A hush fell over the room, and even Runt and Mindy stopped their game as the revelation sank in.

"No…" Dot whispered. "No! Yakko, we can't let them kill the boss!"

If the mob got to the Beast before Wakko and Pinky got back, well, Dot didn't want to imagine the devastation that would follow.

"Everyone. Look at that green light. Is that…" Rita pointed to an otherworldly green light poking out of a saddlebag attached to an enormous black horse.

The horse's rider shouted in fury to his followers, who bellowed and swung their torches and weaponry through the air.

"The mirror!" Yakko gasped. "How did they get their grubby hands on the mirror?"

"We don't have time to worry about that dingy mirror! They've got a battering ram with 'em!" Pesto snapped.

"Forget the mirror, is that Prince Snowball among them? He hasn't come around for years!" one of the chairs shouted.

"They're all following his lead!" a bucket cried.

Abrasive as he was, Pesto had a point. They needed to focus on the attack, not the mirror or their leader!

But why is Snowball coming back now of all times? He'll ruin everything!

This entire situation was getting worse by the minute.

Nobody had given Snowball a second thought in years, since the curse was a far more pressing matter.

Maybe they should've been more concerned in hindsight.

The mob finally crossed the bridge, a quarter of the men heaving the enormous battering ram over their shoulders as they finally reached the front door.

"Barricade the door!" someone screamed, and everyone rushed downstairs to block the front door.

Dot stuck close to Yakko as they pressed their backs to the door, and she felt every slam of the battering ram against her back. The other servants joined them, but despite their numbers, most of them were too small to be effective.

The mob would get into the castle. The only thing the servants could do was delay them.

"Runt and I'll gather the others! We need everyone's help!" Rita exclaimed, wasting no time as she jumped onto Runt's back. "Mush, Runt!"

"Mushing! Definitely mushing!" Runt barked as he ran into a nearby parlor room.

"I'm gonna warn the boss!" Dot shouted. "We'll need him too!"

Once more servants arrived to take her place, Dot moved away from the door, but before she could get far, something tapped her back.

She turned around, prepared to argue that she could do this, but her words died away when Yakko gave her an encouraging nod.

"Go for it," he said, shoving her to the stairs.

Dot smiled. Their little talk had really gotten through to him.

Yakko was counting on her. They all were.

She rushed upstairs, weaving between a crowd of mops and chairs who were hurrying to aid everybody with the barricade.

Finally, she reached the West Wing. The Beast's mournful roars had long gone silent, so nobody knew what he was up to, or if he'd heard the commotion. The door was ajar, so Dot slipped through the opening.

The entire West Wing was dark, save for the enchanted rose's ethereal glow. The Beast hunched over protectively in front of the rose, though he could barely summon the strength to be intimidating. His ears were limp against his back, the light that Pinky had brought back completely sucked out of his pink eyes.

"You have to come help us! A mob of angry villagers are gonna break down the door any minute now!" Dot shouted.

But the Beast only turned his back on her.

"Leave me in peace," he growled.

She'd expected some level of stubbornness, but she hadn't expected him to be so…despondent.

Every movement was heavy and sluggish, and though Dot didn't want to entertain such a morbid thought, it seemed like the Beast had lost the will to live.

"Didn't you hear me? We're under attack!" Dot cried. "And Snowball is leading the charge! They're chanting about how much they want to kill you!"

But the Beast barely reacted to the name, despite their shared history, only pressing his clawed hand against the bell jar.

"Then tell everyone to stand down and let them pass. Don't let them know you're alive," the Beast rasped.

"So you're just…giving up?" Dot protested.

The Beast turned his back on her, refusing to say anything more. He didn’t even tell her to leave, nor did he make any attempt to shut her out of the West Wing.

And Dot realized that he didn’t have the strength nor the will to do anything but await discovery and certain death.

Pinky was the only one who could truly chase away the Beast’s despair.

And they were still awaiting his return.

There was nothing anyone could do until Wakko returned with Pinky in tow. What was taking them so long? They couldn’t wait much longer!

Even from the upper levels, she heard the mob’s mantra as the castle walls shook with every blow of the battering ram. The door was strong, but it was only a matter of time before it broke completely.

She hurried down to the main entrance, knowing that there was nothing more she could do for the Beast.

She needed to be with the other servants. They were the last line of defense within the castle.

o-o-o-o-o

“KILL THE BEAST!”

Their catchphrase grated on Yakko’s nerves as he shoved his back against the door. The wood and stone frame splintered, dust raining down from above. The servants pressed close together, but their bodies wouldn’t be an effective barricade for long.

Their defense was crumbling fast.

Above the cacophony of the mob and the servants shouting encouragement to keep their unruly visitors out, Yakko heard Dot’s voice call everyone’s attention from the landing of the staircase.

“The boss ordered us to stand down and let them pass!” Dot shouted. Everyone fell silent, stunned by the unencouraging orders. But that wasn’t what Yakko focused on at all. Instead, he saw a determination brimming within Dot.

That they would defend their castle, their lives, and the Beast at all costs, and they would all live to see the curse broken once the battle was over. “But we can’t let the mob succeed, you hear? So disregard all orders and kick the mob’s butts!”

Everyone belted out battle cries in response to her speech.

If candelabras could shed proud tears, Yakko would’ve done it. Instead, he elbowed a broom on his right. “That’s my awesome sister,” he said, unable to stop himself from shamelessly bragging.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” was the broom’s snarky reply.

Yakko clapped his candleholders together, and Dot smiled at his unwavering support. “Well, you heard her, everyone! Let’s get into battle formation!” he shouted.

Truth was, they didn’t have to completely disregard orders. Everyone was willing to stand down and pretend they weren’t alive…but only so they’d catch the mob off-guard. The element of surprise would be essential.

The servants quickly split into two groups, one on each side of the red carpet that led from the doorway to the stairs.

“We definitely gotta guard the castle!” Runt yipped, and Rita tugged on his tassels to shush him.

“Wait for the signal, Runt!” she hissed.

Buttons scurried off to check on Mindy and came back in record time. Knowing Buttons, he’d found a really good hiding spot to keep her out of harm’s way.

The Goodfeathers and their fellow featherdusters perched atop the gargoyles and rafters, waiting to spring upon the unsuspecting mob.

Yakko and Dot quickly perched upon a small table which had settled near the front. Though some small, instinctive part of Yakko wanted to protect Dot, he knew that she wasn’t as fragile as she looked. She could handle herself just fine.

Everyone froze in place, pretending to be the inanimate objects they resembled. The room was dark, and nobody made a peep.

With one mighty crash, the heavy door splintered and fell to the ground, revealing the mob with their torches and weaponry. Prince Snowball was at the helm, his brows furrowed and mouth twisted into an ugly snarl. He peered into the lobby, then gestured for the mob to follow him inside.

The men dropped their battering ram, creeping along the carpet as they carefully looked around. Snowball was the only one who masked any fear, while the others nervously pointed their weapons to anything that made noise, not realizing just how tightly packed they were.

“He’s lurking somewhere in the shadows,” Snowball growled. “Be on your guard.”

A short, heavyset man followed closely behind Snowball, smiling anxiously and wringing his hands in an effort to kiss up to Snowball’s higher status. It was pretty pathetic to watch. “Y-you saw how sharp those fangs were in the mirror. Not to mention those horns. Wh-what if he-”

Snowball whipped around and hurled his torch at the man’s head, who yelped as he patted the embers out of his sideburns. “Are you suggesting that I can’t handle the monster on my own, Plotz?” he growled.

Plotz gulped. “N-no, of course not, your Grace! He’s no match for your might at all!”

Pleased with Plotz’s desperate assertion, Snowball signaled for everyone to fan out and search the castle.

“Take all the valuables, antiques, and relics you can find!” he ordered. “But remember, the honor of killing the Beast belongs to me!”

Everybody tensed, awaiting the command to spring their trap. None of these invaders were going anywhere near the Beast!

Plotz reached for him to provide some light, and Yakko did his best not to squirm at the idea of having the man’s grubby hands around him. He had to remain still, like the candelabra he appeared to be…

And once Plotz looked away, distracted by the men’s rowdiness around him, Yakko knew that it was time to strike.

“NOW!” Yakko screeched, his flames bursting with such intensity that Plotz howled in pain, dropping him at once.

And the entire castle was engulfed in chaos.

o-o-o-o-o

Dot ducked and weaved between men's feet to trip them up as they swung their weapons. Many of them made the fatal mistake of looking down, and the momentary distraction cost them dearly.

She didn't have a knight's strength nor Marita's bulk, but she was excellent at being an absolute pest.

"Outta my way, jerk!" Dot hollered as she slipped between a bearded man's shoes, and he fell onto his stomach with a surprised shout. She stopped in front of his face and blew a raspberry at him, happy that she still had a tongue to blow raspberries with. "Well, I did warn you. Doncha know teacups have right of way?"

With a frustrated huff, the man tried to grab her, but Dot easily evaded his grasp.

"Boy, I've seen babies with better reflexes than you!" Dot hollered. "So crawl back to your little shack and tell everyone you lost to a teacup!"

The man bellowed in outrage, his ego bruised at the idea of a dainty, fragile, floral-patterned talking teacup outwitting him at every turn.

But before he could make his move, a caterwaul erupted from the frenzy of servants and villagers. Runt burst from the crowd, barking apologies as he bowled over friend and foe alike, while Rita rode atop his back. There was a sharp-toothed grin on her face as she clutched Runt's tassels with one paw, while the paw was held out to the side, a set of gleaming, sharp needles poking out from her white-laced sleeve, bound to her arm with a red ribbon.

Every member of the mob was trying to avoid her at all costs, choosing to take their chances with the knights' swords or Yakko's fire. Their clothes were slashed, their bare skin sporting angry red scratches.

Then Rita turned her attention to the man antagonizing Dot, and she thrust her makeshift claws into the air, yowling as she goaded Runt into knocking him over. The man screamed in pain as Rita slashed his thigh.

"Not bad for a Christmas angel, don't you think?" Rita purred, fixing her halo to give off an air of pure innocence.

"Yeah, and you have the voice of one too!" Runt barked.

Rita rubbed the back of her paw against her cheek nonchalantly. "Save the flattery for later," she said, glancing at Dot for any sign of injury. "Holding up okay, Dot?"

"Don't worry, I'm having plenty of fun!" Dot exclaimed.

Rita flashed her claws with a grin. "So am I," she declared, narrowing her eyes at a bulky man with a meat cleaver who was terrorizing the laundry staff. "Hey Runt, doesn't that guy over there smell like a nice, juicy beef tenderloin? Ya think he might be the butcher?"

Runt's tassels wagged. "Oh boy, beef tenderloin!" he exclaimed, bounding off in excitement.

That poor butcher never knew what hit him.

An operatic shout sounded from above, and Dot barely had time to look up before Marita slammed into the ground, crushing a hapless soul under her bulk.

Ha! Serves them right!

But Dot celebrated too early. Someone's meaty hands clamped around her, lifting her several feet off the ground. She wriggled her base and tried to pull away, but the man's grip was too strong.

"Thought you could escape, huh? Real cute," he guffawed, raising her above his head.

Fear coursed through Dot. He was gonna shatter her! Maybe she'd been too confident in her abilities at a time when everyone else was preoccupied.

She braced for impact, praying that it wouldn't hurt too much as the man flung her to the stone below…

…and something soft cushioned her fall.

Below her was a tan ottoman, whose focus was completely locked on the man who'd tried to shatter her.

Buttons!

And riding atop him was a candelabra with an easygoing smile on his waxy face, which couldn't quite conceal the simmering fear and anger.

"Got here in the nick of time," Yakko said casually, his tone concealing just how furious he truly was. "Feeling up for a little revenge, Dot?"

"I'd love some," Dot grinned.

True, she could be fierce and independent, but truth was, sometimes she needed to rely on her brothers too.

Every once in a while of course, not that she'd ever let them know that. Her brothers didn't need the ego boost.

"You know what to do, Buttons!" Yakko declared.

In a matter of seconds, Buttons had the cruel villager pinned to the ground. Trapped between Buttons' wooden legs, the man's eyes comically bulged in fear.

Buttons growled, a surprisingly ominous sound for an ottoman.

Yakko's flames flared to a height that Dot had never seen before, changing from a warm orange into an intense, scorching blue.

He hopped off Buttons' back and onto the man's chest. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as Yakko held a flame close to the man's exposed neck.

"The only one who messes with my siblings is me, understand?" Yakko growled.

The man stared, cross-eyed at Yakko's flames.

"Couldn't quite catch that," Yakko said. "Mind speaking up? It's so hard to hear over all this racket!"

"U-understand," the man squeaked out, his voice an octave higher than it was before.

The score now settled, Yakko's blue flames cooled to orange. He settled atop Buttons' back once again, slinging an arm around Dot.

"Care to do the honors, Buttons?" Dot asked.

The man breathed a sigh of relief as Buttons released him, though he scarcely had time to sit up when a hind leg slammed into his gut, causing him to keel over once again.

Revenge had never been sweeter.

"Shall we?" Yakko asked, his arm sweeping out to indicate the hall-turned-battlefield.

"Charge!" Dot screeched, and the trio leapt into the fray once more.

o-o-o-o-o

Wakko's heart raced as Pharfignewton burst through the edge of the forest, rushing past the broken iron gates that marked the beginning of the castle property.

From across the stone bridge, they heard the shouts and caterwauls of a raging battle, though from this distance, it was impossible to tell who was winning.

Behind him, Pinky wrung his tail anxiously. "I hope we're not too late…" he whispered.

"It'll work out, Pinky," the old mouse said in reassurance, though he couldn't hide his nervous tremor either. "You'll see."

Slappy and Skippy emerged from the forest canopy, leaping from the branches to the top of the stone walls.

"Whoa, that's a huge castle!" Skippy exclaimed. "You really live here, Wakko?"

"Sure do!" Wakko replied. Though he wished Skippy could've seen the castle before it fell into disrepair during the curse. He would've been even more amazed.

"Eh, you've seen one castle, you've seen 'em all," Slappy shrugged, not nearly as impressed as her nephew.

Bugs popped out of the ground, unable to continue tunneling across the stone bridge. He munched on a carrot as he took in his surroundings, casually resting his elbows on the soil, his lower half still underground.

“Well, this looks like a fun party,” Bugs commented.

He was suddenly shoved out of the hole by an incredibly irate Daffy, whose beak was scrunched up in disgust. He retched and coughed out a wriggling earthworm, glaring at Bugs once he was finished.

“Thank you, Bugs,” Daffy said sardonically. “For treating me to a wonderful dinner of mud and worm a la mode.”

“No problem, duck,” Bugs said, brushing himself off as he stood up. He offered a carrot to Daffy without even looking. “Care for dessert?”

Daffy snatched the carrot out of Bugs’ hand and angrily chomped down while muttering insults against rabbits under his breath.

The group charged across the stone bridge, the air filled with the screams and chaos of a raging battle. As they drew nearer, they passed several villagers who were shouting and fleeing from the castle.

A bearded man sported two black eyes and several missing teeth. Another was limping along, dressed in nothing but a ballerina’s tutu with his mascara running trailing down his face from the rain.

That one was definitely Marita’s work.

“I told you not to fall for that harp’s feminine wiles, Tom!” a man scolded his bruised friend as he dragged him into the trees.

Tom moaned, clutching his broken nose. “Bu’ she was so bretty!”

Hello Nurse seemed to be doing fine in the battle too.

Wakko’s heart soared as they finally crossed the stone bridge. Despite the battered and broken exterior, they were actually winning the battle!

“Hey, you guys better be saving some for us!” Slappy shouted at Wakko.

“Yeah, don’t hog all the fun!” Skippy agreed.

Daffy rolled his shoulders back and cracked his knuckles. “I’m getting a headstart on all of you!” he shouted, pulling out a meringue pie and anvil from behind his back. He charged straight into the castle, and there was a high-pitched scream followed by a loud crash from inside.

Slappy and Skippy rushed in after Daffy, letting out war cries of their own.

Bugs stayed behind, content to finish his carrot before joining the fight.

"Let's go, Pharfignewton!" Wakko shouted, tapping his wooden legs against her saddle.

She took a step forward, but her legs trembled. Yet she tried to hold her head high, even though her sides heaved with tremendous effort.

Unsteady on her hooves, she shuffled over to a patch of grass and collapsed on her side, her tongue lolling out as she panted.

Wakko, Pinky, and Jack yelped as their ride ended unceremoniously.

The rain plastered her mane to her back, but she didn't seem to care. Wakko and Pinky quickly climbed off her saddle, draping themselves around her muzzle.

"...you okay, Fig?" Pinky whispered, tenderly rubbing soothing circles into her muzzle.

Pharfignewton nickered quietly, her eyes half-lidded from exhaustion.

She's in a lot of pain, Wakko realized. And she ran so far, so fast with those burns on her legs….

Pharfignewton’s nostrils flared, and she tossed her head with a snort. Wakko and Pinky’s hands slid off her muzzle.

Go.

The message was loud and clear. Though Wakko and Pinky were hesitant to leave her in such a vulnerable state, she wanted them to save the castle. The inhabitants were her friends too.

“Shall we?” Bugs called, dropping the remaining leaves of his eaten carrot on the ground as he stretched his arms.

Wakko unstrapped the mallet from his back, which fit perfectly in his hands. Heavy enough to cause damage, but light enough to swing around. It was just right for him, and he was happy that Slappy let him keep it.

Wakko glanced up at Bugs, nodding with conviction. “I’m ready,” he declared.

His siblings had waited long enough.

“Here. You’ve earned this,” Bugs said, holding out a carrot to Pharfignewton. She gratefully accepted it, whinnying her thanks.

But Pinky clung to Pharfignewton, too distraught to let go.

Jack rested his hand on his son’s shoulder, tilting his head towards the castle. He knew what needed to be done.

Wakko hefted his mallet over his shoulder, giving Pinky and Jack a determined nod. He was ready to protect his siblings and friends now.

Then he and Bugs rushed into the castle, deftly avoiding an unconscious villager who’d been knocked out in the doorway.

They were instantly met with a chaotic scene.

Feathers from the pillows and featherdusters were scattered everywhere. The villagers slipped on puddles of soapy water that the buckets dumped on the floor, rendering them vulnerable to attack. Somebody screamed, the large metal pot on his head muffling the sound. Several cooking utensils jumped at the chance to aid him by repeatedly banging on the metal pot, and the man stumbled and swayed as his entire body vibrated with the sound.

Wakko recognized a large man, Gerald, nearby. He was fending off the seamstresses’ assault, even with one hand bound to his back with some incredibly strong thread, he wasn’t going down easily.

He’d mocked Pinky for his kind offer to feed him soup, in addition to tying Pharfignewton up in the stables after he led her away, ensuring she couldn’t aid her family while they were in trouble.

Needless to say, Wakko hated him.

His grip tightened around his mallet, ready for payback, but Bugs walked up to Gerald and tapped him on the shoulder before he could do anything.

“Eh, pardon me doc, but would you like any assistance with that thread?” Bugs asked. “Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a bind.”

Bugs chuckled at his own joke as he led a bemused Gerald over to a stone gargoyle. Then Bugs tapped his finger against the gargoyle’s sharp fang, nodding in satisfaction.

“Here, this one should cut it nicely,” Bugs declared.

Gerald turned his back to the gargoyle and tried to use the fang to saw through the thread, and though it held quite well, it would eventually break.

“Well, glad there’s still some decency left,” Gerald grunted as he attempted to break the thread. It was clearly going to take some time and lots of strength. “Can’t really expect much help when everyone’s fighting off demon-possessed furniture.”

Bugs nodded. “Tell me about it. Afraid I’ve never been one for Gothic decor myself. I’m more into the classical style.”

“I’m sure the Devil would be right at home,” Gerald grunted.

Then Wakko noticed that one of Bugs’ long ears was pointing to the top of the gargoyle’s head. Bugs’ eyes flicked to Wakko, then back to Gerald.

And Wakko understood.

Strapping the mallet to his back, Wakko silently crept over to the gargoyle and climbed to the top of its head. Bugs kept Gerald talking and focused on cutting the thread so he wouldn’t notice.

“Humph. You aren’t half-bad. Better company than Jacque anyway,” Gerald admitted, the thread finally snapping. “Tell you what. Come to the tavern and I’ll treat you to Dick’s whiskey at the victory feast. He’s the best brewer in the village.”

Wakko’s hands tightened around the mallet as he waited for Bugs’ signal. Any moment now.

Bugs shrugged. “Eh, can’t say I care for that bitter stuff. I prefer a nice, refreshing glass of carrot juice.”

Gerald guffawed. “So that explains why you’re so scrawny then! How do you ever expect to be a real man without meat and whiskey?”

Bugs produced a cup filled with carrot juice and pressed it into Gerald’s hand. “Well, have you ever tried carrot juice before?” he asked, rubbing his chin as Gerald stared at the cup, his mouth agape as he wondered where Bugs pulled it from. “Hmmm, most first timers find the taste a bit earthy. Fortunately, that’s an easy fix. You want one or two lumps?”

Two sugarcubes sat in Bugs’ open palm.

“Fine. I’ll humor you. Two lumps,” Gerald grumbled, snatching the sugarcubes out of Bugs’ hand and dropping them into the carrot juice.

“An excellent choice,” Bugs grinned, taking a step back. “You heard this upstanding gentleman, Wakko! Two lumps for him, if you please!”

Gerald whirled around, his eyes widening in terror as Wakko raised his trusty mallet, delivering two lumps to Gerald’s temple as promised.

Gerald collapsed, completely unconscious with two large, red lumps on his forehead.

“Well, I can hardly expect to be a real man since I’m a rabbit,” Bugs chuckled, sidestepping Gerald’s body to shake Wakko’s brass hand. “Whoever named you Wakko must’ve known you’d be a real hard hitter with a mallet.”

Wakko’s heart soared at Bugs’ praise.

“Hey, everybody!” a voice shouted from above. “Wakko’s back!”

Squit circled around Wakko’s head in a joyful greeting, and Wakko happily shook Squit’s tailfeathers.

With the threat of the villagers greatly reduced thanks to Daffy, Slappy, and Skippy’s enthusiastic attacks, the servants eagerly rushed over to the gargoyle to see Wakko.

“It’s about time! What took ya so long?” Pesto shouted.

Runt happily wagged his tassels. “Didja see any good sticks out there? I really, really love sticks!”

Rita sighed, careful not to scratch herself on several razor-sharp needles she’d attached to her paw. “Not really why he was out there, Runt…” she sighed.

“Well, talk to ya later,” Bugs said, lifting Wakko off the gargoyle and placing him on the ground. “I can’t let Daffy and the Squirrels take all the fun.”

The servants let him pass, recognizing him as an ally.

“WAKKO!”

Above all the noise were the two voices Wakko had looked forward to hearing the most.

Yakko and Dot burst through the crowd, slamming into Wakko at full speed and knocking him into the gargoyle’s stone leg before he had the chance to drop his mallet.

Dot nuzzled into Wakko’s side, and Wakko gripped her handle with one hand in their own version of a hug. She had a bright smile on her face, and Wakko was happy to see that somehow, she’d cheered up while he’d been away.

Yakko’s brass arms were tightly wrapped around Wakko, the flame on top of his head bursting sporadically.

“Yakko did some soul-searching while you were gone,” Dot said with a teasing grin. “He was a total mess.”

“I’ll have you know that I was always the cool, calm, smooth-talking eldest Warner brother and semi-parental figure I’ve always been,” Yakko declared. “So what happened during your time away?”

Wakko rubbed his chin. “Well, I found out that Prince Snowball wanted Pinky to marry him. And Pinky said no, so Snowball threatened to throw everyone he loved into the Maison des Lunes with the support of almost the entire village. They didn’t believe that the enchanted castle was real, so Pinky proved them wrong by showing them the Beast through the magic mirror. Then Snowball got really, really mad and riled everyone up into a mob to storm the castle and kill the Beast. Then he told the Devil to lock Pinky, his father, and Slappy in the asylum until he returned to claim Pinky’s hand in marriage. So the Devil tried to take them away, but then I met Skippy, Bugs, and Daffy, and they helped me destroy the asylum carriage. Then the Devil tried to kill us, but I smashed his knees with my mallet and Bugs dragged him underneath the earth. Then we rode here to save the castle from the mob and the curse! Pinky’s still outside though, we should really check on him once we’re finished dealing with the invaders.”

Everyone was silent during his tale, and the only noise was Daffy’s furious quacking as he whacked a villager for setting his tail on fire.

Then Dot let out an indignant noise. “You beat up the Devil and didn’t let me have a turn?” she complained. “That’s it. When I have my arms back, I wanna try out your mallet. You owe me.”

Fair enough.

Yakko half-laughed, half-sobbed with glee. “You’re different now, but you’re a Warner sibling through and through,” he grinned. “Wish Mom and Dad could see you. They’d be proud.”

And so was Yakko, though he’d never admit to anything so mushy.

“Well, what are we all standing around here for?” Wakko shouted, raising his mallet to the cheers of the servants. “Let’s save our castle!”

And the castle’s fighting spirit was rekindled once more.

o-o-o-o-o

Responsible guardians would’ve made sure their kid ate their veggies, brushed their teeth, and went to bed at a reasonable time.

Responsible guardians definitely wouldn’t let their kid ride on machines with questionable safety mechanisms, chase down the Devil, or encourage them to store dynamite in their hammerspace.

That’s why Slappy enjoyed being an aunt.

To hell with everyone who tried to separate Skippy from her. Belatedly, the villagers realized that was the worst course of action they could’ve taken.

“Now Skippy, you’re probably gonna hear a lotta people say you should take the high road if someone wrongs you,” Slappy declared. She whistled shrilly, and an enormous anvil dropped from the second floor onto an unaware Stanley. “But lemme tell ya, revenge is the best way to make sure they’ll never do it again. Thanks for the demonstration, Henri.”

Henri the anvil hopped off Stanley’s back, the ground shaking under his weight. “No problem,” he said before hopping off in search of some hapless villager’s foot.

Skippy eagerly scribbled down notes on a small pad, quickly putting it away and bringing out a mallet that was ten times as large as he was.

“Whoa!” Skippy shouted in surprise, wobbling back and forth as he tried to control the swaying mallet.

Everyone on both sides hastily scrambled out of the way. Nobody wanted to be caught under the mallet.

That is, everyone except for Daffy, who was too busy counting and organizing his pile of semi-conscious villagers to notice the ominous shadow dangling over him.

Daffy hummed a tune to himself as he threw the baker on top of the dairy farmer. “La-da-dee, la-da-doo, ten for me, none for that dumb bunny, la-da-dee, la…DAHHHHHHHH!”

Too late, he noticed the mallet swinging down from above. With a mighty crash, it flattened him against the stone floor.

Skippy let go of the handle with a nervous smile. “Oops…”

“Eh, don’t sweat it, Skippy,” Slappy said, lifting the heavy mallet enough so a very irate Daffy could scuttle out from underneath. “Give it a couple years. You’ll grow into it.”

“Your child is a menace to society…” Daffy muttered, snapping back to his normal height. “And you’re despicable for encouraging it.”

Slappy rolled her eyes. Like she hadn’t heard it all before.

Skippy bounced on his toes. “Thanks for the compliment, Dewey!” he exclaimed.

“IT’S DAFFY, YOU SNOT-NOSED CRETIN! NOT DRAKE, NOT DONALD, NOT DEWEY, BUT DAFFY!”

Daffy hooted, hollered, and rammed through the solid stone walls, startling villagers outside who were trying to crawl away from battle.

“This time, let’s try to stay away from friendly fire,” Slappy suggested to Skippy, ignoring the carnage outside.

“I make no promises, Aunt Slappy,” Skippy declared.

Fair enough.

Just as they were about to begin their search for a suitable target, Plotz stomped up to them with a furious glare.

His once-neat suit was shredded, an ember smoldering on one shoulder. Half his hair (not that he had much to begin with) had been ripped out, and he was missing a shoe.

"Alright, kiddo. Go be a menace to society," Slappy declared, giving Skippy an encouraging nudge towards Plotz.

Skippy puffed out his chest with pride and met Plotz's glare without flinching.

She'd step in if needed, but deep down, she knew he wouldn't require an intervention. If Skippy could fight back against the Devil and win, then a cowardly thief was no match for him at all.

Skippy was taller, wittier, and braver than he'd ever been before.

And the realization struck Slappy harder than a thousand ton sack of bricks ever could.

He's growing up.

Skippy and Plotz traded insults, but Slappy barely heard any of them. All she knew was the swelling pride that overtook her as Skippy remained calm and collected, while Plotz launched into a furious diatribe about Skippy, his behavior, his heritage, and everything else he hated about the young squirrel.

Instead of replying, Skippy crossed his arms and turned his back to Plotz.

A risky move, but the complete disrespect left Plotz seething.

Plotz stomped around Skippy to force eye contact, but Skippy lifted his chin proudly and turned his face away. It didn't matter which direction Plotz tried to move, Skippy was one step ahead of him.

I didn’t think I could be any prouder, but-

A hiccup interrupted her thoughts, and a half-llucid Jacque stood in her way, blocking her view of the entertainment.

"I rembr'er when my son grew up," Jacque drunkenly rambled, his nose as red as a beet. He swayed on his feet, rum trickling down his face as he sloppily drank out of his bottle. "Ne'er spoke to me again once he turned the ripe ol' age of sixteen. I miss that bright fella-"

Slappy snatched the bottle out of Jacque's hands and smashed it against his head. The local drunk was instantly knocked out, humming a very out of tune Alouette as he collapsed.

"Never asked for your tragic backstory, Jacque," Slappy growled, eager to get back to watching the one-sided showdown between her nephew and Snowball's lackey.

But she found that her vision was partially obscured by a glossy sheen. She quickly glanced left and right, and once the coast was clear, she wiped her eyes against her bushy tail.

“Do mine eyes deceive me?” a voice chuckled behind her. “The great Slappy Squirrel, crying over her kid growing up?”

Slappy jumped. She was usually good at discerning sneak attacks from behind since Skippy sometimes tried to hug attack her when he thought she wasn’t watching. But Bugs had crept up on her, and she’d let down her guard.

She released her tail and folded her arms, her vision returning in full. Then she kicked Bugs in the shin to shut him up.

If there was anything she agreed with Daffy on, it was that Bugs didn’t know when to shut up.

“Tell anybody and I will personally chop off your feet and peddle ‘em as good luck charms,” Slappy threatened him.

Bugs held up his hands to placate her, though she knew her threat fell on empty ears. “Duly noted,” he agreed.

Then Skippy reached behind him, pulling out a cannon and letting it drop to the ground with a loud thud. Startled by the cannon’s sudden appearance, Plotz had no time to react as Skippy shoved him inside headfirst. But Plotz didn’t fit smoothly, and though Skippy tried shoving him at first, he resorted to tilting the cannon upwards and jumping repeatedly on him, though Plotz barely budged at all.

“Aunt Slappy!” Skippy shouted. “Can I get some help over here?”

“Duty calls,” Slappy told Bugs, who grinned back as she walked over to a struggling Skippy.

Her kid was growing up, but he still needed her help every now and then. Besides, what could possibly be a better bonding activity than launching minions out of cannons?

“Get off and tilt that cannon towards the window, Skippy,” Slappy instructed, taking out a long pole with a clubbed end from her hammerspace. “Never aim your cannon directly upwards unless you want to get blown to smithereens.”

Skippy jumped down and with some effort, shoved the cannon into the proper angle for launch. Plotz let out a muffled oomph, his bottom and legs sticking out in an awkward position.

Slappy rammed the pole into Plotz, and everything up to his legs disappeared into the cannon. His entire body was scrunched up inside, his screams echoing inside the metal.

“Can I try?” Skippy asked eagerly.

Slappy handed him the pole, and Skippy gave the pole an experimental push.

Slappy shook her head. “You’re poking a bear, not a poodle. Put all your strength into it!”

It took three more shoves, but Skippy finally managed to stuff Plotz’s legs into the cannon.

He’d get it down once his physical strength developed, she was sure.

She took the pole from Skippy, making sure Plotz was shoved properly to the back. Once he was in position, she and Skippy moved to the other end of the cannon.

“Care to do the honors?” Slappy asked, striking a match and offering it to Skippy. He took it and lit the rope, shaking out the match’s leftover fire.

There was a hiss and the smell of smoke and gunpowder in the air as the fire sizzled and burnt the rope, finally reaching the end of the cannon.

She grabbed Skippy, pressing down on his ears to protect his hearing from the deafening cannonfire since there was no time to search her hammerspace for earmuffs. She used her tail to cover her own ears, since squirrels distinctly lacked more than two hands.

The cannon shook, then fired its contents into the air with a deafening boom. A soot-covered Plotz soared through the window and into the sky, the mighty castle far below him. He’d land somewhere in the forest, or if they were lucky, he’d land somewhere in the jungles of South America.

Slappy didn’t care.

They’d gotten their revenge, and she’d never been so satisfied in all her life.

There was a stir as the villagers came out of their unconscious state, drowsy and confused.

“C’mon, while they’re still groggy!” a floral-patterned teacup called to them. Wakko stood next to her, holding his mallet with pride. He waved at them and waddled off, calling for everybody to join the crowd of animated inanimate objects at the base of the stairwell.

Daffy strolled in, beak up in the air and his chest swollen with pride.

“I win,” he smirked before turning to the inanimate objects. “All hail your conquering hero! Thank you! You’re all too kind! Autographs are fifty livres each! Mwah, mwah, please, you’re too much!”

Bugs shrugged, Slappy rolled her eyes, and Skippy laughed.

Once they were all huddled together in one enormous mass, a candelabra hopped up to the groggy villagers. Then he leaned into the baker’s face with a smug grin.

“Boo.”

That single word drove the scattered remains of the mob into a panic as they fled from the castle for good.

And once they were all gone, cheers and joyful shouts reigned through the castle.

“We did it, Aunt Slappy!” Skippy squealed, throwing his arms around her waist in a hug.

She ruffled the fur on Skippy’s head, silently promising herself that she’d never allow Skippy to be forcibly separated from her ever again.

The nightmare was finally over. They’d won.

o-o-o-o-o

The rain poured around Pinky, the wind whipping violently at his fur and cloak. He gripped the fur on Pharfignewton's muzzle, though in her weakened state, she was trying to get him to let go.

It was his fault that Pharfignewton had been whipped, burned, and galloped a long distance with her untreated injuries.

The burns on her flank and legs were a furious red, in stark contrast to her white coat.

She needed medicine, somewhere warm to rest, and food. But he couldn't provide any of those things.

I failed her.

Pharfignewton whinnied softly, trying to reassure Pinky. Though it didn't really work, he appreciated the gesture.

"...you should go see your friends," Papa said, his cold fingers prying Pinky off Pharfignewton. Then he sneezed, rubbing his nose on his cloak.

Papa too. He shouldn't be out in the rain….

Pinky wanted to see the servants again. According to Wakko, they were all waiting to welcome him with open arms.

And most of all, he wanted to see the Beast again.

Maybe, once everything was alright again, they could read another bedtime story in front of the fire. The Beast would complain about Pinky using his cloak as a blanket, but wouldn't do anything to take the cloak back from him. And they'd fall asleep with Pinky nestled safely against the Beast's warm body, protected from the outside world.

But…maybe he was hoping for too much. Maybe he was so excited to see the Beast that he hadn't considered if the Beast would be excited to see him.

He'd left with hardly a goodbye. Now that he thought about it, when the Beast brought him into the West Wing just before they parted ways, there was something important he'd wanted to say.

The Beast had been so nervous and shy. The thing he'd wanted to say was very important, but also hard to express.

If the Beast was willing to see him, maybe he could say the thing he'd wanted to say before?

Papa's hands turned Pinky around so that they were face to face with each other. Papa's eyes held no trace of anger or hurt, just understanding and love.

"Pharfig will be safe with me," Papa said. "Go see your friends, Pinky."

Pinky glanced at Pharfignewton, who only gave the tiniest, knowing smile. She was encouraging him too.

"Papa…" Pinky began, but before he could say anything else, the sound of shattering glass roared above the storm.

Startled, Pinky's gaze was drawn to the high towers of the castle. There were two figures on a stone protrusion, illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Snowball’s harsh laughter echoed through the air as he kicked a defenseless Beast towards the edge. The Beast laid helplessly on the stone, unwilling to move even though Snowball was about to bludgeon his head with a stone piece he’d broken off from the castle roof.

Why wasn’t the Beast defending himself? Pinky had seen him fight a wolf! He should be able to fight back against Snowball!

"Beast! Get up! You have to get up right now!" Pinky screamed. His heart leapt with terror, his stomach churning at how the Beast teetered over the edge, darkness in one direction and a murderous, enraged Snowball in the other.

I can’t be too late! Please tell me I’m not too late…

Yet at his words, the Beast stirred, lifting his head from the stone. His mouth moved, though Pinky couldn’t hear anything from this distance.

The Beast had seen him. But instead of the joyful reunion Pinky had hoped for, it was a matter of life or death.

“Stop it, Snowball! Please!” Pinky shouted as Snowball stood over the Beast and raised the club, preparing to strike-

-and the Beast’s hand stopped the club.

Snowball faltered, shocked as the Beast loomed over him, his grip firmly on the club as he pushed Snowball back to the roof. They grappled for control, the Beast’s roars echoing through the air.

And Pinky finally understood where he was needed.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Pinky rushed into the castle.

#pinky and the brain #batb au #patb fanfiction

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The Apple event, the Colorado Geisha, and Mo Beats X Ayesha Erotica X the Tube girl

I spent the whole day inside and yet came across many things today and have a lot to say about art, corporations, creativity, and love

9/12/2023

What in the absolutely gooch are we doing on this planet?

It’s been a very slow disillusionment process for me, but I think it finally reached its endpoint today with my reaction to today’s Apple event.

They talk so much about pushing for “clean” and “green” initiatives when their products are manufactured with materials that are not renewable. Zero point energy has been suppressed for around 100 years now and we’re still using phones that store Edison’s taxable electricity on mined lithium and other metals.

It even occurred to me that the whole “Apple” vs “Android” is exactly the same as “republican” vs “democrat.” It’s all the same, just more ways to divide us from ourselves.

I’m happy to see that more and more (just like what’s happening with Oprah and the Rock), the masses are much more awake to all this nonsense and are not putting up with it anymore. As the nonsense crumbles within each of us, I know the mirror of our collective reality will also crumble and birth something better for all of us.

Aside from that, I did spend today talking with Aprille about the potential options we have for having our phones connect when in Japan. Esims vs pocket Wi-Fi, and tbh it was annoying to think of all the ways our global system is disconnected so that there are more obstacles keeping us from connecting with one another.

Why the hell do we need visas? Borders? To protect us from what, ourselves? We are all human, all one, so we should be able to explore the ways we may live differently, freely.

Which brings me to an interesting thing I came across today:

The Colorado Geisha

It seems to be this maybe white/Inuit/maybe other race woman who puts on geisha garb and makeup (much of it homemade or with whatever she has access to) and she puts on geisha shows in Colorado. She doesn’t come across as someone who was traditionally trained, and she has a very small following as of right now:

I came across her second to most recent post that is currently starting to go viral (it was around 10k views when I came across it and now is almost 60k views with almost 3k likes).

My initial reaction was one of laughter because it was completely unexpected and gave me the same energy as a viral TikTok of a boomer posting a slideshow of their selfies put to a random track from the mid 2010’s.

As I continued to watch though, I began to enjoy myself as I saw her move through the movements of her performance. While it was very different from any other “authentically” Japanese geisha performance, I didn’t see it as disrespectful or coming from a place of negative intention. With each passing moment I began to feel how into her craft she was and the attention to detail that she put into every bit of her performance.

Then I began to feel sad. I worried about how the public would receive her, now that her imminent virality was coming. Already the comments were shocked and confused, but only a handful were negative. As of this moment, this is what the comments look like:

Lot’s of shock, but that can be a neutral thing!

What this is bringing up in me is my innate care for situations that can be misunderstood. I don’t know who this person is, but I don’t see her as doing anything harmful. It seems like some of her outfit is homemade, and if true, is a huge marker that there is an innocent, pure creativity here.

She could have allowed the world to talk her out of pursuing something like this because it “wasn’t meant for her” (and that can be taken many different ways). But she didn’t.

Watching her other posts, she seems to be relatively fresh to posting online as her geisha persona.

I look at this and think about how these moments of unexpected shock can be huge moments of self-reflection for all of us. Synchronistically, I saw a TikTok earlier today from Bashar on how some souls/incarnations will take on raw vibrations that can rub many of us the “wrong” way as an opportunity to look within and examine whatever negative beliefs we have of ourselves to be “offended” in the first place.

It seems to be her time now, judging by how her TikTok is blowing up, and I would love to see the general collective who is sharing in this interaction to respond with kindness, love, and support. Even if it’s confused support, that’s still great!

There are no rules to any of this, and I intend to always respond with kindness, love, and support in the encountering of the unexpected, confusing, odd, and new. It’s an opportunity to get to know that much more of myself, so why wouldn’t I take it 😊

…

One more thing:

Mo Beats and Ayesha Erotica have been blowing up lately with a mashup of their two works made by habz.fx and further popularized by Sabrina Bahsoon AKA “tube girl,” all of which is contributing to this movement of women feeling empowered to stand in their confidence and “perform” a TikTok in public transportation.

I love this collaboration so much, and at the same time, I’m torn by the bureaucracy of the money system we live in. This isn’t the only example of mashups going viral on TikTok for millions who then want to listen to these mashups but can’t due to the legality.

I understand that the legality is there to protect the rights of creatives to monetize their works, but is it really?? Why do we live in a world where something as pure as art needs to be monetized? Maybe because we live in a world that is dictated by money.

I understand the argument that creatives should be paid for their creations (as a creative myself). But that’s such a narrow way to look at all this.

I hate these systems where big studios/labels/corporations come in and dictate that art can only be legitimized if it is successfully monetized. I want to live in a world where artists create and don’t need to worry about their livelihoods. Imagine that we could all collaborate with one another through synchronicity (planned or unplanned) and watch as things/songs/trends/movies get remixed and transformed over and over into never ending experiences.

We already have a taste of that with TikTok, but it could be so much more!

Maybe deep down I know this reality I seek is within me, so I know it will find me in the external. I love humans so much, and it warms my heart to see them create.

That’s why I create too. I want to contribute to humanity what I was inspired to make, because that inspiration came from the creations before me. It’s a give and take relationship, and what I want to see is the obstacles in that process removed. Because in a way, it’s all just love energy, and love energy just wants to flow freely.

11:11 as I write that last sentence.

As good a spot as any to end. 💕

#personal #september #2023 #9/12/2023 #27

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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thought i lost you ~ captain jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 1310

request?: yes!

“Hey, I have a request for Jack Sparrow if you want to do it. Something along the lines of the reader getting really hurt in a fight or something, and it was kind of Jack's fault, so he feels immensely guilty about it. And Jack was really scared because he thought he might lose her. Then when the reader wakes up, Jack can't hold his tears because he never felt like that before, so she comforts him and eases his worries and maybe he confesses his true feelings for her and they cuddle?”

description: when she is nearly fatally injured during a fight, jack realizes he may never get the chance to confess his feelings again

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

masterlist (one, two)

It was a glorious fight. (Y/N) was holding up well on her own against Davy Jones’ men as Jack fought the man himself. She was moving so quickly and seamlessly that it was hard for Jones’ men to even pinpoint where she was before she attacked.

Jack had gotten away from Jones for long enough to look at (Y/N). She was pulling her sword from another of the henchmen. She locked eyes with Jack and smiled. He returned it for a brief moment before his face fell and his eyes widened.

“(Y/N), look out!”

Before she could react, she was stabbed from behind by one of Jones’ men. Her eyes went wide as she fell to her knees. Jack was stunned at first, but was spurred into action when the man raised his sword again. He was quick to close the gap between them, swinging his own sword to stop (Y/N)’s attacker.

There was no time to check on her. Her clothes were already stained with blood and they had to get back to the ship. Jack picked her up carefully and raced for the Black Pearl, Davy Jones’ voice following him as he got further and further away.

His crew were waiting when he got back. Gibbs helped him to gently get (Y/N) onto the ship. Her eyes were glossing over and her breathing was slowing by the second. Jack looked around at the faces of the men who were surrounding them, frantically searching for someone.

“Tia!” he called, getting to his feet and approaching the former sea Goddess. “Tia, please, you have to help her. She was stabbed, she’s lost a lot of blood.”

Tia glanced at (Y/N) over Jack’s shoulder. “I’m not a miracle worker, Jack.”

“Please, just try,” he begged. “That’s all I ask for. Please?”

Tia sighed and looked at the injured girl again. She took a moment to consider before nodding to the two nearest crew members. “Take her below deck. I’ll need to be absolutely alone, that includes you Jack.”

The captain nodded, although knowing he couldn’t be with (Y/N) was killing him. He watched as his two crewmates carried (Y/N) down with Tia following behind them. The two men were gone for just a moment before reappearing. Jack continued to watch the door, wanting nothing more than to join them and be with (Y/N).

“Jack,” Gibbs said. “Jack, we have to go. It won’t be long until Davy Jones catches up to us.”

“Right,” Jack said, snapping out of his daze. “Right. Raise the sails!”

He used the escape as a way to take his mind off of what had happened. But it hadn’t taken long for them to flee the island, and soon, Jack was back to wondering what was happening below deck.

He was pacing when the door opened and Tia emerged. Jack looked at her, anxiously awaiting the news he was about to receive.

Tia smiled at him. “Turns out I am a miracle worker.

~~~~~~

Tia had put a spell on (Y/N) to make her sleep for about a day so she could recover. Jack was there when she woke up, apologizing profoundly for her near fatal injury.

“You have no reason to be sorry, Jack,” she assured him.

“You were out there because of me. I should’ve handled it on my own - ”

“I never would’ve let you,” she cut him off. “That would’ve been way too dangerous to face on your own. Even if you hadn’t let me go, I would’ve tried anyways. Imagine how much worst it could’ve been if you hadn’t known I was out there.”

Without thinking, Jack took her hand in his and held it tightly. He lowered his head to hide his tears, but his shaking body gave him away. With her free hand, (Y/N) cupped Jack’s face and made him look at her.

“Jack,” she said, her voice soft.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, don’t be sorry. I’ve just never seen you cry before.”

“I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.”

She wiped a tear with her thumb. “I didn’t know you cared this much.”

“Of course I do, (Y/N). I care so deeply for you, I always have. It’s because I - ”

He caught himself then. Jack knew he had already said too much and was considering ways to get out of the situation, but he also considered the possibility of finally telling her. The feelings he had been harboring for so long, he could finally just let them out. There was always the possibility of a negative reaction, but it was better than just keeping this to himself for any longer, wasn’t it?

(Y/N) tilted her head to try and look into Jack’s wandering eyes. “It’s because...what?”

Jack sighed and squeezed her hand lightly. “It’s because I have feelings for you, (Y/N). Feelings that are stronger than just a captain and his crewmate, and even stronger than just two friends. I...I have romantic feelings for you, and I have ever since we first met.”

(Y/N) was stunned into silence. After her near death experience the day before, she was sure there was nothing that could top that shocking moment. And yet here she was, speechless because of what Jack had just confessed to her.

The longer she was silent, the more worried Jack became. Maybe it was wrong of him to admit his feelings. If (Y/N) didn’t feel the same way and knowing he did made her feel uncomfortable, she may want to leave the Black Pearl. It could cause an awkward tension throughout the ship since there was no land for possibly miles.

When (Y/N) finally spoke again, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

“What took you so long?”

Jack looked at her, not his turn to be surprised. “W-What?”

(Y/N) smiled, bringing Jack’s hand to her lips and lightly pressing a kiss against his knuckles.

“I have romantic feelings for you too, Jack. I have for so long. I thought it was inappropriate to have these feelings so I never told you.”

A laugh escaped from Jack’s lips. “How could we both be this clueless?”

“We may be smart, but we’re also pretty stupid?”

Jack chuckled again, or maybe he was still laughing from before. He truly couldn’t tell at that point. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss her, but stopped short. He realized she hadn’t exactly giving him permission for anything like that.

(Y/N) smiled and closed the gap between them, gently pressing her lips against his. The kiss felt right, like it was meant to happen. Jack cupped (Y/N)’s face gently, running his fingers over her soft skin. He didn’t want to ever let go of her. He wanted to keep her close, to keep her safe. He could never risk losing her again.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to suck in a breath of pain.

“Did I hurt you?” Jack asked.

(Y/N) smiled and shook her head. “No, I just moved too suddenly. The wound may be fixed but it’s not completely healed. Tia said it could be another few days before I’m mobile again, and another while still before I’m back to normal.”

“She did the best she could,” Jack said. “I owe her the world for saving you.”

(Y/N)’s fingers lightly brushed over Jack’s face, mirroring his earlier movements. “I owe you the world for saving me. If you hadn’t been there, or hadn’t been so quick, I would’ve been done for.”

“I don’t need the world,” he told her, kissing her hand, “but if you want to repay me, you can start by letting me call you mine.”

“Oh, my captain,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve always been yours.”

#Jack Sparrow #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #Captain Jack Sparrow #Johnny Depp #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x imagine #pirates of the caribbean #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o being shy /insecure

↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we’re back with another reaction for tbz. this was requested by hanagkskgks. i’m so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy it. also, these reactions are canon to my as your boyfriend series! so i highly recommend reading those as well! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with the post. PS. all bodies are beautiful and you should never feel ashamed for being who you are. x o x o

↳ genre: flufffyyy + smutttyyy

↳ warnings: stretch marks, pubic hair, dieting, reader with body insecurities

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.8k what the actual fuck these are mini drabbles at this point

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you had only been dating for 3 months when you finally had sex with sangyeon for the first time

you had just walked through the dorms from another great date together after spending some much needed quality time

“where is everyone?” you asked looking around the living room area not hearing the laughter and bickering like you usually did

“the guys all went to get some dinner together, it’ll just be us for a couple of hours.. is that okay?” he responded

you were nervous to say the least, of course you and sangyeon have kissed many times, even made out but it never lasted longer than 10 minutes because the other members were around and you didn’t want to risk getting caught.

in this moment it all started to feel very real, were you ready? could fully give yourself to sangyeon? yes, you loved him, tonight was going to be the night.

“it’s perfect” you whispered walking up to him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips.

as you broke apart he smiled at you “baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i want you to be comfortable” he observed

“no.. i want too. sangyeon i love you. i want this” you whispered he smiled as he grabbed your jawline tilting your head to give you another kiss.

before you knew it you were in sangyeon’s room, him on top of you kissing your neck making his way down to your breast. he was about to pull off your shirt when you stopped him

“wait.. i-i’m nervous for you to see all of me..” you mumbled

his eyes soften at you “you don’t have to be baby, your absolutely perfect in my eyes. nothing is going to change that” he promised

when he finally took of your shirt he looked deeply in your eyes “you’re so beautiful” he whispered bending down to give you an eletricfying kiss before the long night ahead.

「 Jacob Bae 」

sex was a new thing for you and jacob. having losing your virginity to each other you were still pretty nervous when it came to your body.

while jacob was more comfortable with his you still hadn’t quite matched his level even though to him you didn’t have a single flaw.

as you both were laying in bed watching t.v he started to trail long spicy kisses along the side of your neck making his down to your collarbone. you gently pushed him away

“jacob i’m sorry.. it’s not that i don’t want to it’s just that i don’t feel pretty” you mumbled not looking at his face

in retrospect it sounded ridiculous coming out of your mouth but you just couldn’t help the way you felt

he gave you a shock expression before he lightly grabbed your face to make you look at him

“baby, how can you say something like that? you’re beautiful in every way. in fact your way out of my league.” he reassured you grabbing your hand kissing the back of it

you smiled at his words as he continued

“you have nothing to feel embarrassed about, i love everything about you. don’t ever forget that okay?” he said giving you a temple kiss

you leaned into his touch pulling him close so that you could continue to cuddle together.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

you were both equally shy when it came to showing your bodies for the first time to each other.

there you were naked on the bed while younghoon was hovering over you.

you quickly covered your chest and closed your legs shut trying to cover as much as you could

“a-aren’t you gonna say anything?” you whispered not looking into his eyes out of nervousness

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life” he said turning your head to give you a passionate kiss

it was at the moment where all your troubles went away it wasn’t about your body not being good enough for younghoon

it was about the way he saw you and how you were everything he could possibly ask for

moving your hands away from your breast your arms made it’s way to his neck as you spread opened your legs

he gently aligned himself in your entrance slowly pushing his cock deep inside your pussy as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

you and hyunjae were on vlive when it all happend

your relationship had been public for six months even though you were technically together for over a year

for the most part deobi’s were happy for you and hyunjae but you couldn’t deny the negative comments you would see from time to time about not being pretty enough or good enough for him

at first you chose to ignore them but as time went on it started to drag you down mentally and emotionally and hyunjae started to take notice

during the vlive when deobi’s started to ask questions about your relationship you quickly saw the comment that read ‘hyunjae break up with [name] i’m so much better looking’

after of a couple of minutes you swiftly pulled hyunjae out of camera shot and quietly told him that you wanted to end the vlive

at first he looked at you confused until you told him what you had read

appearing back on the camera by himself he told deobi’s “deobi i want you to know that i’m extremely happy with [name] it always amazes me on how beautiful she is. of course deobi’s your beautiful as well but let’s all say how gorgeous [name] looks today.

soon enough comments were rolling in about how amazing you two looked together and how everyone was rooting for you two, giving you well wishes

you scooted your chair back in the camera view and bowed your head deeply in graditude telling deobi’s thank you as hyunjae laced his fingers into yours holding on tightly

「 Lee Juyeon 」

it was one of those weeks, everything was one big blur and you didn’t have time to do your personal self care like you usually did

it all happend during one night when you were getting ready for bed with juyeon when he decided that he wanted to have a little fun before sleeping

his hands stared to caress the side of your thighs making his way up to your hips as you were finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom

“juyeon… i don’t think it’s a great time to do that right now.” you whimpered as he was trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blade making his way to your neck from behind you

“hmm? why not? baby you look so gorgeous tonight you know i can’t resist you” he whispered against your ear “especially when your wear this..”

looking at yourself in the mirror you silently cursed at yourself when you decided to put on your lacy black night gown for the night

“it’s not that it’s just… this week has been so hectic i didn’t get a chance to shave.. you know..” you mumbled covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment

he gently turned you around so that you could face him

“baby you know i don’t care about that, you’re beautiful either way” he smirked as he picked you up placing you on the bathroom counter

he gently pulled down your panties kissing your inner thighs in the process making his way up to your core

it all happend so fast your brain couldn’t even register what happend in that swift moment until you felt juyeon’s tongue on your clit licking it lightly, obviously teasing you.

you moaned trying to reach for anything to grab until your hands found it’s way to juyeon’s hair pulling tightly as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night built up

「 Kevin Moon 」

you couldn’t believe it but it was right there in front of your eyes. as you were changing you couldn’t help but see the noticeable stretch marks that made an appearance in your inner thighs

you were all for body positivity but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little insecure about the new additions to your body

as first you chose to ignore them pretending that they weren’t even there, when you started to wear more jeans and pants kevin started to take notice and become suspicious but he wasn’t sure what it was

one night when you and kevin were about to have sex is when he found out about your little secret

“kevin.. do you think that maybe we can turn off the lights tonight?” you asked

he looked at you confused it was an odd request considering you two would always have the light on when you had sex

“why babe? is something wrong?” he responded

“no nothing! or maybe it’s something! i don’t know.. just look” you rambled as you removed your blanket to show him your thighs

as kevin leaned closer to take a better look he smiled as he looked up at you

“is that it? their just stretch marks babe it’s no big deal, in fact i think it’s super cute it makes you look like a tiger” he said proudly tracing his fingers along them gently kissing the lines

you smiled looking down at kevin realizing you made a big deal out of nothing. regardless of any flaw you thought you had you always knew kevin would always have a way to make you feel irresistible

「 Choi Chanhee 」

it all started from a doctor’s visit you were just having a regular checkup when the doctor decided that he wanted to measure your height and weight

when he told you had gain a couple of pounds you were a bit confused, you didn’t look any different, to you your body was as healthy as it could be

nevertheless you decided to go on a diet and chanhee quickly took notice when you started to skip a lot of meals

“love, why haven’t you been eating?” he wondered after another afternoon when you decided to skip lunch a third time this week

“oh well… i went to the doctor and they told me that i needed to lose some weight” you mumbled

chanhee gave you a confused look before responding “that’s ridiculous! there’s nothing wrong with your body! and even if you did gain weight your cheeks would just be more cuter to squish” he nearly shouted

calming himself down he continued “love, you don’t need to lose anything i love you just the way you are. promise me you won’t skip anymore meals?” he pleaded grabbing your hand

you smiled and nodded giving him a cheek kiss “i promise” you replied

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you loved everything about changmin to his smile, the way he made you feel, his charisma, even his high pitched dolphin screams you would hear on occasion. he was perfect in every way

you on the other hand sometimes felt a slight sense of insecurity being with changmin, your skin wasn’t always the clearest, your body wasn’t always the skinnest, hell sometimes you thought you were too short or too tall for him

you always thought idols dated models or actresses you were just a regular girl. why would changmin like you in the first place?

changmin took notice immediately when your personality start to shift after going public with your relationship

he decided to finally talk to you about it one night before going to bed

“sweetheart what’s wrong? ever since we’ve became public with our relationship i noticed you haven’t been the same. is everything okay?” he asked as he was playing with your fingers

sighing you hesistated before finally coming clean “it’s nothing it’s just… why are you with me q? there’s so much more prettier girls that you can easily have. i’m not good enough for you” you whispered tearing up finally breaking down after it being bottled up for so long

changmin let out a gasp covering his mouth before he answered you “[name]… i never want to hear you speaking like this about yourself ever again. i love you regardless of how you look, to me your perfect” he reassured grabbing your arm as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a head kiss

you nodded as changmin lifted your jaw and wiped your tears away from your face and leaned close giving you a soft kiss

「 Juhaknyeon 」

when it came to your body juhaknyeon had no problem praising it making you feel special 24/7

you had manage to keep it a secret until he finally saw it the one insecurity that you hated the most about yourself

when you were in high school you had gotten a permanent scar on your stomach from a car accident

over the years it eventually faded but it was still noticeable if you stared at your stomach long enough

you and juhakyeon were both getting undressed getting ready to shower together when he finally saw your scar

“hey baby what is that?” he pointed to your stomach noticing the small yet faded white scar on your abdomen

you quickly turned around covering your scar feeling embarrassed

“it’s nothing! i don’t know what your talking about” you stammered

“c’mon baby let me see” he asked as you hesitantly turned around removing your hands

“aww babe it’s just a scar, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about i have some as well” he told you as he showed you his faded scars from past dance practices

he continued “it just makes you that much more unique and beautiful”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

one thing you always loved about sunwoo was that he was not afraid to show others how he felt especially when it came to you

he had no problem giving you kisses and holding your hand in public even though sometimes you had to remind him to behave

you were both visiting your parents when your shyness got the better of you

your parents loved sunwoo to the point where they would call you and ask about him first seeing if he was okay or if he needed anything to sunwoo they were his second parents

it was a nice sunny day when your parents decided to have a BBQ lunch for the 4 of you and sunwoo couldn’t keep his hands off you as he was behind you grabbing your waist pulling you close answering your parents questions

“how are you treating my daughter these days sunwoo?” your dad asked

“like a princess sir, she deserves nothing but the best” he answered truthfully giving you a small kiss on the cheek

“that’s wonderful! that’s what we love to hear” your mother smiled brightly enjoying the small interaction between the two of you

when your parents went inside the house to get the plates and utensils you decide now was the chance to talk to sunwoo

“sunwoo i love you but we’re at my parents house I’m a little shy when your touching me in front of them like that…” you mumbled

you knew your parents didn’t mind the loving interaction between you and sunwoo but you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and shy about the whole ordeal

“oh… i’m sorry baby i didn’t know i just wanted to show them how deeply in love I am with their daughter” he answered putting his hands in his pockets

you smiled up at him and leaned in to give him a passionate yet inviting kiss sunwoo instantly slid his hands behind your neck deepening the kiss

before the kiss got too heated you pulled apart and replied “they’ll be more of that later if you tone it done a little okay?”

he gave you a smile and winked “you can count on it”

「 Eric Sohn 」

being best friends with eric before you got into a relationship was one of the best decisions you could ever make

he already knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what your favorite color was, what you loved to eat, etc.

you loved that there was no awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.

when you finally decided to have sex for the first time after a month of dating you were extremely nervous. you knew eric for most of your life.

sure, he’d seen you in a bathing suit plenty of times but you were still partially clothed, it was at this moment when it hit you that he was about to see everything

as eric was about to pull down your shorts you hesitantly stopped him

“eric wait, what if... what if you don’t find me attractive?” you shakily said

he stopped and hovered over you before he answered “[name] i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, you are the most important person in my life. i’m always going to find you beautiful, you mean the world to me” he vowed

in that moment you felt your cheeks become wet from the hushed tears that fell

eric wiped your tears away with his thumb before leaning down giving you a kiss full of love

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lo-frequency · 3 years

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Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he��s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)

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personasintro · 3 years

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drunk over sober | ksj drabble

⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; getting through the evening in his presence calls for help and that's why you decide to reach for one thing that could possibly get you through it, or maybe it helps you in a whole another way

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst (?), fluff, enemies to lovers au

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language

⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.5k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned by @xxxjkxux, hope you like this! x

drunk over sober | sober now

What did you do in your past life to deserve this? To deserve such an overly confident, snarky, cocky bastard to be in your life. Why couldn't your friends find a nice human being that is polite, friendly and modest? Not… him.

And the fact everyone is so okay with him acting like he owns everything just makes your blood boil even more. Why the hell did you even agree to come here in the first place? Oh yeah, because one of your friends Jimin, assured you he won't be here. But rather than be mad at Jimin for lying to you because well, your worst enemy – the epitome of evil is right here, you're actually more mad at his presence.

Or maybe because he's enjoying this night to the fullest, even has the decency to lift up his glass of wine at you as he cockily quirks up one of his brows and sends a smirk your way. You gape at him like a fish, features twisting to a deep scowl and a glare. But he looks even more amused at your obvious anger, living for it.

“Y'know, this glaring at him won't do anything.”

The melodic voice resounds next to you, your eyes moving from the devil himself to your friend who's looking at Seokjin amusingly before he looks at you with the same amused eyes. That's great! Even he's enjoying this. Are you the only one being miserable? Maybe you should leave this bar, leave the group of your friends to maybe open a bottle of wine for yourself.

“Don't talk to me,” you grit, trying to appear intimidating but it only makes Jimin chuckle which makes your brow twitch in irritation. “You lied to me. You told me he won't be here tonight.”

“I didn't lie,” Jimin clarifies, “He wasn't supposed to come but decided to tag along at the last minute.”

“Of course, he did,” you roll your eyes. “He likes to make my life miserable.”

Now it's Jimin's turn to roll his eyes, finding the hatred between you two pathetic and childish. You don't even know how it started. Seokjin always made you irritated from the moment you met him. You don't like overly confident men, thinking they can do anything and act however they like. Then he started to make fun of you, throwing snarky remarks your way ever since he noticed the way you clearly wasn't very fond of his presence. And it quickly turns into bickering whenever the two of you are in the same room.

He has already managed to comment on your outfit the second he saw you.

“This is not your grandma's funeral, Y/N.”

How dare he bring your poor grandma into this? You know he did that just to annoy you, that doesn't make it okay.

To be fair, you did tell him something back. “Oh really? Says the man who's wearing his dad's clothes.”

It's certain you made your friends laugh, both of you did. They always have fun whenever it comes down to your bickering. Seokjin didn't even look offended by your comment, just smirked your way as he gulped down more wine. That pisses you even more. He barely shows annoyance or any negative reaction. He always remains calm, amused and cocky. It pisses you off.

And of course, he doesn't look as if he's wearing his dad's clothes. He looks far from it. He might be close to his thirties, but he looks amazing. But surely, he knows that. Everyone knows that – even you. But you'd rather have your arm cut off than to admit it out loud.

“You both are freaking stubborn. Whatever the two of you have going on, you need to sort it out.”

“Sort it out,” you scoff, “As if that's possible.”

“It is,” Jimin says, a grin making its way to his lips. “I feel a certain tension here.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you while you frown, glaring at him for a moment before you let his words sink in and you realize what he's hinting at.

“Oh, fuck no!” you exclaim, wanting nothing else than to punch him for even mentioning that but you know you'd feel awful later. “Y'know what? I won't let him get to me. I'm gonna have fun.” you say lightly, your tone awfully fake but you go along with it as you gulp the rest of your wine.

“Now, I'm gonna get some more.” you inform him, Jimin's mouth is opening.

“That's not what I--”

But you're already gone, making your way towards the bar to order more wine but not before you brush past Seokjin giving him the nastiest glare. However, it only makes him chuckle, turning around for a moment to look at you amusingly as he's met with your back and swaying ass.

You usually make good decisions.

You always think through things because usually, you're a responsible person.

Usually – that's the key word because you're certainly not proving yourself to make good decisions. As much as you'd like to blame it on Suckjin (yes, because he really sucks), it's your own fault for deciding that drinking might be the best idea for how to get through the night. Part of you wanted to leave as soon as you saw his dumb and handsome face but you haven't seen your friends for two weeks and you wouldn't give him that satisfaction to show him how much his presence affects you. Or more like it annoys you.

Who are you kidding. He certainly affects you more than you'd like to admit, if he didn't – you wouldn't keep ordering wine (and probably going bankrupt because you'd save a lot of money by buying a whole bottle of wine, rather than buying one glass every ten to fifteen minutes). However, you're in a bar and it's quite obvious you pay more than you'd if you just bottle an alcohol from a convenience store.

Also, if he wouldn't affect you that much you'd listen to your friends' worries and advice to slow down. You did the right opposite. You feel like you started ordering even more frequently.

But most importantly, if he wasn't affecting you, you certainly wouldn't throw up into the toilet of the ladies restroom.

And the fact you embarrassed yourself in front of (not just your friends) but also everyone in a bar while running to the ladies with a hand over your mouth, to keep the vomit inside until you're free to let it out.

Oh, fuck so fucking embarrassing.

Your knees ache as you hug the toilet, not caring about possible bacterias laying on the toilet seat. If you were sober, you'd actually be so disgusting.

When one of your female friends comes to check on you, you rasp out that you're okay and will be out in a few minutes. You weren't.

You've been here for god knows how long but considering how many women already went to use the restroom, you must've been here for quite some time. Luckily, you stayed quiet and didn't throw up while anyone else was here.

Your stomach is uncomfortably clenched reminding you that you're about to have a wild awakening in the morning full of regret, you know you emptied everything in your stomach. You've a weird sour taste in your mouth, causing you to groan disgustedly at yourself. Once you flush the toilet for like the fifth time by now, you get the courage to walk out and check your appearance in the mirror.

You look awful. You also feel like it.

You rinse your mouth a few times, feeling lucky that no one has decided to come here to see your head in a sink while spitting out the water to get rid of that awful taste of vomits in your mouth. Your make-up is slightly smudged but it's actually not that awful once you wipe your undereyes and the smudged mascara there.

Once you're ready, knowing you've to walk out of those doors to face the others (and by that, you don't just mean your friends but also everyone that witnessed you clearly ready to throw up), you brace yourself and open the door.

You're startled to be met with Seokjin leaning against the wall, standing there just on the opposite side of you as your eyes meet right away. He sighs, awfully similar to sighing in relief, as he takes your appearance and eyes you up and down.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, straightening himself.

“Like shit,” you answer honestly, grabbing the side of your throbbing head. “I think I'm still drunk.” you tell him, stumbling when a woman makes her way towards the restroom and you've to move to let her in since you've been standing right in front of the door.

Seokjin stretches his arms towards you, getting a faint hold of your wrists. HIs brows are furrowed while he stares at you.

“Come on, let's get you home.” he says, taking a few steps closer to you as you glare at him.

“You?” Is the only thing you let out of your mouth, ready to resist but Seokjin holds you close since you seem to have barely any balance.

You might've thrown up everything in your stomach, but your head throbs and you're still very much drunk.

“Yes,” he answers simply, “Everyone else went home. I told them I'd get you home safely.”

You scoff, not believing your friends. So, they just left you here? With him? They know you don't like him! The hell, you hate him! They know all of it and yet, they left you here with him.

Little do you know, Seokjin promised to take care of you. He was met with a few skeptical stares from your friends but Jimin assured them it's okay. The smirk Jimin gave Seokjin just as he was walking out of the bar didn't go unnoticed by him.

And here he is. Has been waiting for half an hour for you. He did get worried, wondering if you hadn't passed out on the floor or something and had this urge to just walk into the ladies restroom, knowing that might've got him kicked out of this bar.

Luckily, you walked out of there before he really decided to do it.

As much as you hate Seokjin, and doing a stupid decision, you know the smartest option for you is to just go with him. It's dangerous to go alone and even though you want to prove to him you don't need him or his help, you kind of do and it definitely helps to get you home safely, just like he promised to you and his friends.

So you huff under your breath, brushing past him but saying nothing in return but you know he's right behind you, feeling his presence following you out of a bar.

“Oh shit, I haven't paid for my drinks.” you exclaim once you make it outside.

Thank god, no one stared at you while walking out of a bar. You already feel embarrassed as it is.

“I took care of it,” Seokjin tells you, phone attached to his ear as he ignores your suspicious eyes and calls a cab for the two of you.

You groan, feeling your legs getting weak so you sit on a curb, hugging your arms as you feel a chilly breeze on your exposed arms.

After he makes the call, hanging up with a polite “Thank you, we'll be waiting”, he's joining you and sitting beside you as you eye him suspiciously again.

He probably feels your eyes on him, but he stares ahead watching cars passing by.

“Why would you pay for me?” you ask, voice drowsy as you keep your tired eyes on him.

He turns his head to you, staring at you for a moment as he lets out a chuckle. “I expect you to pay me back. I'm no charity.” he scoffs causing you to scoff back.

“Don't worry,” you murmur, feeling angry for some reason even though of course, you'd pay him back. You wouldn't let him pay for such an expensive wine, or even if it was a cheap one, just so he could use it one day against you. You don't need his money.

But deep down, you're glad he took care of it so you could just walk out of the bar and not spend any longer in it than necessarily. What you're angry about is the way he reacted. And here you thought he's being weird by the whole taking care of you thing. He's still the same idiot.

Your thoughts are cut off by him taking off his suit and throwing it over your small figure. You instantly feel the heat from it, knowing it's his body that made it warm. You open your mouth, staring at him surprisingly as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Well, don't look at me so surprised.”

“I am surprised,” you point out, “Thanks though.”

“What? I didn't hear you?”

You look at him again, opening your mouth but once you see the corner of his mouth twitching, you know he heard you and is just making you say it again.

“Your mistake.” you huff.

You don't know for how long you sit there waiting for the cab, but you feel yourself getting more and more tired, looking for a place to lean your head against which happens to be Seokjin's shoulder. You're too out of it to check out his reaction or realize what you just did.

His shoulder feels nice. The one you kept making fun of him, actually you made fun of both of his shoulders. Suddenly, you start feeling guilty for it and you blame you being drunk for it because you're already opening your mouth.

“I'm sorry for making fun of your shoulders,” you mutter, yawning sleepily. “They feel nice.”

Seokjin laughs, actually it's something between a laugh and a chuckle but he finds your confession and apology funny nevertheless.

“I know you secretly love them.” he teases you, causing you to groan in response. Oh god, you're so out of it.

“I hate you secretly.” you inform him, causing him to snicker.

“It's not that big of a secret.” he points out, making you chuckle for some reason. He's right. It's quite obvious.

“You hate me too, don't make me feel guilty.”

“I don't hate you,” he tells you, sounding serious for a second before he chuckles. “You just can't take some teasing.”

You lift your head up quickly, groaning when you feel it spin as your vision gets blurry. You glare at Seokjin, seeing double – two Seokjins – but you glare at him nevertheless.

“Teasing?” you exclaim, “That's not teasing! That's pissing me off and you know it.” you snap but lay your head back when it starts to hurt even more. He lets you, scoffing a little.

And he stays quiet, letting the distant sounds of cars and people chatting that walk past you be the only sound between you two. You're on a verge of actually falling asleep, closing your eyes for the first time since fighting the urge to close them since you laid your head on Seokjin's shoulder.

But yet again, Seokjin manages to open his mouth again and for some reason, you're not as annoyed as you'd normally be.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

It's so random, you don't get why he's asking you this but you're also very drunk to put too much thought into it.

You let his question linger in the air and in your mind, pursing your lips slightly in a silent thought before you come up with a quite sober answer. “I think everyone is in your life for a reason.”

“Oh, so I'm in your life for a reason.” he teases you and if you looked up at him, you'd see him wiggling his brows.

“Yeah, to piss me off apparently.” you tell him, getting to hear a breathy laugh from him.

“You piss me off too,” he says, sounding both amusing and accusing at the same time. Maybe even offended too. “But I like you.” he admits.

It's like a slap to your face and thanks to your drunkenness, it takes a while to fully understand his words but once you do, you whip your head in his direction while looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You what?”

“Come on, isn't it obvious?” he laughs almost bitterly, but keeps his tone light and even when he looks at you with his dark brown eyes, you see nothing but softness in them.

Okay, you're really drunk.

“Do you think I'd take care of you, borrowed you my suit to keep you warm and waited in front of the restroom for half an hour just because I hate you?”

You're speechless, not fully realizing that Kim Seokjin, the Kim Seokjin that makes fun of you whenever you're around, just confessed that he doesn't hate you. And admitted verbally and loudly what he's done for you so far. Even though you didn't ask for it, you know deep down you appreciate it.

“I don't understand…” you mumble, “What about all the teasing and annoying me?”

“It's just teasing, it's not my fault you can't take a joke.” he snorts, causing you to send him a glare. It's just a small confirmation that yes, he still acts like a dick but the difference is, that you're not overly mad over it and don't want to slap his handsome face.

“You and I have a different concept of a joke,” you scoff, “I don't like those jokes.”

“Alright, no more teasing and jokes,” he says, causing you to raise your brows at him lazily. You don't believe him. “Don't look at me like that, I'm serious. And just a reminder, you haven't been going easy on me too. I'm just lucky I have thick skin and can take a joke.”

You want to have some smartass response, to say something back about how he's making it seem like you're some kind of a prude that can't joke around, because you can. You're quite a fun person to be around. He just doesn't know that side of you because you just straightass go into an attack mode whenever he is around.

And as your drunk mind thinks about it, you do feel an obvious guilt slowly building but you're too drunk to fully tell him what you think. But you try your best, muttering the first thing that comes to your mind.

“I'm sorry to joke about your shoulders,” you almost whisper, pouting. “I like them. They're comfy. At least this left is.”

That's right, you've been leaning on his left shoulder only.

Seokjin snorts at that before he erupts laughing, causing you to cringe at the loud sound close to your ear but you find yourself smiling. He catches the sight of your smile, his laugh slowly dying as he keeps his lips stretched into a similar one.

“I can assure you my right shoulder is just as comfortable,” he remarks, causing you to snort as you nod at him. “I don't know what's up with you and my shoulders. You said far more mean things about my own personality than my appearance.”

You cringe at that, feeling the guilt even more. Perhaps it's the tone in his voice that makes you think that you making fun of his personality rather than appearance somehow affected him too.

“I'm sorry,” you murmur, hiding your face back in his shoulder once he looks at you, chuckling as you not so sneakily hide your shy face. “You said mean things to me too.”

“I'm sorry,” he says back, louder and more confident than when you said it. “I think we both have something to feel guilty about.”

You just nod, muttering something about how long it's taking for the cab to arrive. Seokjin is not sure if you did it to change the topic purposely, or you're just so drunk that you mind drifts elsewhere. Nevertheless, he coaxes you to stand up as he helps you, not minding the way your body practically stumbles into his in the middle of it. He has a tight grip on you, tucking a few restless strands of your hair behind your ear. Yeah, he commented that too. Something about how having your hair in a bun makes you look like you're in a job meeting rather than hanging out with your friends in a bar.

He cringes at that, having the need to apologize for that but you seem distracted by something else and that something else happens to be his lips. You're shameless, maybe you don't realize that you're staring and that he obviously sees you… but you just keep staring.

“I'm sure I made fun of your lips too.” you drunkenly murmur, causing Seokjin to breathe out a chuckle.

“You did.” he confirms your suspicion, causing you to sigh.

“I like them.” you tell him honestly, eyes lazily closing and smile stretching to the same lazy and drunk smile. And you bluntly reach towards them, your point finger tracing the bottom lip.

Seokjin feels the tip of his ears heating up, wondering how it must look like to someone that just walks by. You're in front of a bar with you drunk while tracing his lips as if it's the most normal and common thing ever.

“You know,” Seokjin starts, your finger no longer in front of his mouth. “I think I prefer you drunk over sober.”

That makes you snort, chuckling slightly as you lean towards him and bump your forehead into his chest. Wow, it's hard. You stay like that, trying to ignore the throb in your head.

“I think I prefer you when I'm drunk than when I'm sober.” you admit, causing him to laugh, hands respectfully on your back as you keep swaying slightly.

Suddenly, you've this urge to look at him because god knows if you'll ever have that opportunity. So you do, finding him already looking at you.

“But I wish you were sober now, though.” he admits too, your brows furrowing in a confusion for a moment.

“Why?”

“So I could kiss you.” he bluntly responds, your eyes widening and for a moment, you feel like you sobered up. That's not true, though. You just feel like it.

“You--you want to kiss… me?” you point at yourself, wondering if this is some kind of sick joke of his, so he can laugh about it later.

But he looks honest, staring at you with a deep glance. It makes you swallow dryly.

“Yeah,” he nods, “But you're drunk. And I don't want to take advantage of that.”

You stare at him cutely, your lips pouting without you even realizing and your pupils are big and waiting, causing him to grab your face gently. He traces his thumb over your lips, similar to what you did just a few minutes ago while tracing his own plush lips.

You called him Kylie Jenner look-alike if you remember correctly. God, you were such a bitch.

You like his lips.

“I'm not that drunk,” you stupidly protest, causing Seokjin's brows to raise in shock from your sudden interest in him kissing you. But he quickly shakes himself out of it and chuckles at your eagerness.

“How about a compromise?” he asks, catching your interest as you nod without thinking of it.

It's until he leans towards you, face just a few inches from yours. You can feel the heat coming off his breath, warming your face while your heart seems to be the only thing sober and awake.

His lips are so close, he is so close. You can smell his incredible and expensive cologne making you almost whimper in his direction but before he can take another inch closer to you, you realize something and panic.

“Wait, wait!” you exclaim, catching him off guard as he stares at you surprised while pulling away slightly, giving you some space as your hand is already on your mouth.

Are you about to throw up? Oh fuck, he'd be so embarrassed if you throw up at the idea of him kissing you.

“I threw up!” you inform him which makes him snort because he obviously knows that.

He heard weird noises that undoubtedly came from you while he was waiting for you.

But he doesn't tell you that to not make you embarrassed. He's not that big of a dick, even if you think he maybe is.

“But I rinsed my mouth!” you quickly jump to say, not wanting him to think like you stink or something. You made sure your mouth doesn't smell like vomits. The thought of him kissing you while you threw up just twenty minutes ago makes you want to throw up again. In your defense, you did rinse your mouth a lot and you no longer can smell or taste vomits in your mouth.

He chuckles, eyes scrunched as he inches closer to you and you almost protest (because just in case, you'd die of embarrassment) but you're taken aback when his lips find your forehead instead of your lips. He gives you a soft kiss there, smiling down at you as you gape at him with an open mouth.

This is the compromise he talked about, but you're too drunk to realize that.

“Come on, the cab is here.” he says, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a cab.

Once you both sit there, you give the cab driver your address before you allow yourself to finally relax and feel something soft under your butt rather than a hard pavement. You're not too shy to scoot closer to Seokjin, even though you've been glued to him from the moment you made it into the cab. You let your head rest over his right shoulder this time, commenting that it's comfortable too that makes him laugh.

It's the last thing he hears from you because he soon realizes you fell asleep, cuddling up to him. He's not sure if he'll be able to wake you up once you make it to your apartment building and he has no plans trying to get into your purse, so he sighs and tells the driver to drive you to his apartment instead. It's not far from yours anyway and the cab driver is more than happy to charge him for it.

But he doesn't care about money. If he did, he wouldn't pay that much money over the wine you drank and threw up all of it in the same day.

He wasn't joking when he said he wants you to pay back, but maybe now, he'll live without you paying him back. He can think of it as if it's redemption by burying the hatchet.

And as he glances at your peaceful sleeping figure that still is very much glued to his warm body, he knows it might be just worth it.

He just hopes you won't kill him in the morning once you find out you're at his place. And maybe, just maybe, he hopes a lot that you'll remember everything in the morning.

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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In your Wish Me Away Au you said that Adrien can't believe that that is his reality, what exactly happened to him and Gabriel, as well as the class? Please and Thank You! ❤

Hi anon! I'm sorry this took so long to answer! I'm trying to go through all my asks now XD

So Adrien thought his life would be perfect. He was convinced the wish would bring his mother back, her and his father would be back to being how they were before she disappeared. Lovey dovey (if he had paid more attention he would have noticed how his mother was distancing him and her from Gabriel.) His father would be loving, attentive, and caring towards him. He would get the love of Ladybug after she saw that everything was fine after the Wish was made and they would finally get to be together. Finding out it was Marinette was a surprise but one he could work with. After all she was a great friend so he had no doubt they could form a great relationship if she showed her Ladybug side more often which she would because Ladybug had to be the real her. He would get to go to school and be happy with Ladybug and him and her would get to continue to be Paris’s beloved heroes.

Once the wish was made though? His mother did wake up but his father wasn't there and neither was Nathalie. Most worrying though was the fact that Ladybug wasn't there anymore either. He looked for her everywhere in the mansion. He helped his mother to a bed and get settled before he promised to explain everything once she rested before he had gone on a mad search across Paris to find Marinette. He was in more distress when he realized he no longer had the Cat Miraculous. He called Nino and tried to be nonchalant about asking if he knew where Marinette was or if she changed her number. It infuriated him when he wasn't given a positive answer. More so when Marinette’s number (or maybe her old number?) blocked him. In the end he had to return home and care for his mother. He tried explaining what happened but they got a call from the prison and it ended up being his dad! He couldn't leave his cell! And no one could get him out! They tried but they just found out he could make phone calls, so one of the guards gave him his phone while the rest tried to find Ladybug because this obviously had to be an akuma....no one said anything. Gabriel told Adrien to tell his mother everything.

So he did. It was to his surprise that she was not happy in the least. She refused to take his father's calls and she seemed really disappointed in him. But she agreed to help look for Ladybug with him. It wasn't until the broadcast when things went to hell. This fake Ladybug announced to Paris maybe even the whole world what his father did! And really? Bringing up silly school misunderstandings? No that didn't matter, what mattered was apparently Ladybug no longer existed. His mother cried. He threw a fit. There was no way she just disappeared. No way.

Then the burning sensation started. At first it was just an itch but then it grew and grew into a searing pain. He thought his finger was going go fall off! His mother was holding him and asking what was wrong as he held his hand close to his chest. It ended. And when it did he saw what happened. He had been marked. On his ring finger, where his ring used to sit, there was a burn in the shape of said ring so charred, so ugly, so red, there would be no way to hide it with makeup. No way to explain it off as an allergic reaction to some funky metal. Then there was a pain on his face. Shorter than the first pain, hurt all the same. When he looked in a mirror later on, he would see four scratch marks across his left cheek. It would be later that he would find out that he could not speak of the Miraculous. The only thing he could say about them was he was the traitor Chat Noir. He would be plagued by bad luck, some days better than others. It would depend on his actions of the day. Minimal bad luck would be him helping people out to be genuine and not because he wanted to look good. The worst luck would be if he was being deceitful, massively selfish, or came at anybody with ill intent. Even if he just thought of anything malicious, bad luck would follow. If he ever tried to place blame on his situation on anyone other than himself he would hear all the negative thoughts everyone in Paris ever had of him. Everything Marinette had ever made him turned to ash.

Gabriel woke up in a maximum security prison cell. None of his personal belongings on him. It was as infuriating as it terrifying. He called out to anyone who was listening and several guards rushed in in a panic. They tried to get him out but if they managed to open the cell door he found he couldn't take a step out without searing pain. If anyone tried to step in, it was like an invisible wall prevented them, so one of the guards slid him their cellphone so he could notify his family what was going on. They all thought it was an akuma so he let them continue to believe that. He fully believed Adrien, Nathalie, and Emilie would visit him in all the confusion. But Adrien was the only one who would talk to him. Emilie refused and apparently Nathalie had disappeared. Then the broadcast happened.

The guards no longer slipped him special meals, fresh clothes, the phone he had been using was magically taken away and given back to the guard who had lent it to him. He was a prisoner there. Fully. He couldn't believe it. He tried to call for Nooroo to no avail. He tried to call on Tikki, Plagg, the godforsaken voices he spoke to before. Nothing. Then the pain happened and no one rushed to check on him. They stood there watching. When it was over he opened his uniform to see a burn on his chest in the exact shape of the Butterfly Miraculous. That was not all, when he removed the top of his uniform after feeling pain on his back, he was notified and shown that he had two slashes on his back...right where wings most likely would have sat. He mourned for Nathalie, he truly did not think she would have been a price... when he slept...if you could even call it that, he saw Nathalie, and everytime she sacrificed her happiness for his. He felt her love for him. He felt her pain everytime he rejected her. He felt the pain she was in once she started wearing the Peacock Miraculous.

Then there were the other things. He remembered Mlle Dupain-Cheng, but that was not all, he would see her possible futures, what she could have become if he had not taken her from the world. She had so much potential. He saw how many in Paris would have mourned her and how deeply if they kept their memories. And not just as Ladybug, oh no, there were many who would have mourned the baker's daughter because she truly touched that many lives. There were days he could not move because of pain. Pain he felt because he was reliving the victims of akuma attacks. There were moments were he felt he surely was going to die but he didn't. He never did. And he would hear a voice say he would live a long healthy life before he met his end. He would have days were he felt all the fear, the anguish, the hate, the anger that Paris held for him. It truly was torture. Then Emilie divorced him.

I'll do a separate post for the class I think!

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Hi love the writing! Could you do something angsty around 26 or 35 with max??

Summary: You found out Max cheated on you

Warnings: angst, swearing

Word count: 2.5k

26. “Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?”

35. “What will you do if we break up?”

'Max is looking at you' you read what your best friend Anthony, an engineer at Red Bull Racing, wrote.

And you worked at Red Bull Racing too, you decided with Max Verstappen, your boyfriend, that this is the best way for you to travel with him. You didn't have a complicated job. You dealt with filtering the negative ad on the team and then you gave it to Victoria to deal with the articles as she knew.

'Okay, let him look,' you write on the piece of paper that Anthony wrote quickly on.

You were at a meeting with all the Red Bull Racing employees, to your bad luck. Being in the same room with Max Verstappen was the last thing you wanted at the time.

Sure, your relationship was beautiful, or it had been anyway. He was whatever you wished from a man and more. He looked like a bad boy but he was the cutest and most thoughtful man you knew and he made you feel safe even when you couldn't see him.

His words still resonate in your mind and you had to make a supernatural effort not to cry.

You knew Max Verstappen loved you. He told you that every day and showed you through the gestures he made. He never gave you a reason to doubt him, and you didn't look for scandal either.

But every time you saw her, a lump appeared in your stomach. Without wanting to, you became careful around you, looking for her or Max. When you saw them talking, you looked for any excuse to go near them.

But your fear was unfounded, wasn't it? Max loved you, you were together for two years and you were fine.

But you also looked at her. She had also had a long-term relationship with Daniil Kvyat, a relationship of almost three years and they have a little girl together. There can be nothing between them.

Anthony has told you several times that Max and Kelly have been spending a lot of time together, at least lately, and you said you weren't worried. Why would you be?

But last night all your worries and fears came upon you at once. Anthony told you he saw Max leave the paddock with Kelly and didn't come back for about three hours. He didn't want to pay attention to this thing but when Anthony went to the driver to show him some sketches he noticed a small bruise on the backside of his neck.

"Really?" he tells you laughing. "How old are you to leave hickeys on your skin? Only teenagers still do that."

You felt all the color drained from your face. Hickey? You never left anything like that on his skin.

Anthony probably realized that what he said was not about you.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry..."

"It's ok," you say and smile at him even though you wanted to die at that moment. "I need a little bath, I'll be right back," you say and get up from the chair.

You started crying in the bathroom. You were disappointed, scared, disgusted, and shocked. To learn that someone you trusted unconditionally had been lying, cheating, and had developed an emotional bond with another woman behind your back was not registering in your brain.

Yes, you weren't a model, you didn't look like one, but Max always told you that you were perfect and that no other woman compares to you.

You literally could not wrap your head around what was happening...

You hoped that your darkest thoughts would never come true, but they did. Max and Kelly. Together. Behind your back.

It feels like every nerve in your body has either frozen or left your vessel completely. Your body literally enters a state of shock; adrenaline. You are absolutely stripped. Vulnerability. Disbelief. Disgust. Horror. Anger. Confusion. Shattering, crippling, traumatizing heartbreak.

Trust, honesty, and respect are necessary for a relationship, and Max just shattered all three at once. You have been the victim of an emotional crime. You ask yourself, how could this person fuck me over like this?

I trusted them.

I loved them.

I was loyal to them.

I kept my end of the fucking bargain.

How could you emotionally manipulate me?

What was I lacking?

Am I the problem?

Truly sickening, reality-twisting, mind-fucking stuff. You just couldn't believe that this was happening to you. Infidelity is something you hear about quite often, in books, movies, the media, or to other people, but not to you. This was somebody you loved with all of your heart, who told you he loved you, who had never shown the slightest inclination of dishonesty or moral transgression or disloyalty.

"Y/N, are you okay?" you heard Anthony behind the door, the fear and worry present in his voice.

"I'm fine," you say, though no one would have believed you. "I'll be there in a moment."

You splashed some water on your face, looked in the mirror, and bit your lip. You looked like hell. The eyes were red, the small veins that irrigated the eyeballs were broken, the face was red, in a combination between the violent crying crisis and the anger you had.

What were you going to do? Will you pretend you didn't know anything? Will you tell him you knew? Were you going to break up with him or were you going to wait for him to break up with you to be with Kelly?

You finally came out of the bathroom and Anthony was waiting for you at the door. He hugged you tight and assured you that everything would be fine. But he had no way of knowing that. It was nothing more than his simple hope that his best friend would not lose her fucking mind.

The phone starts ringing. Anthony lets you go and he goes to see who's calling you. He gives you a worried look. You immediately realized that it was Max who was calling you. Tears began to flow down your cheeks again and Anthony took your reaction as an invitation for him to answer the phone.

"Hey, man," he replies, and you don't hear what Max is saying. "No, she went for a coffee and left her phone on the table. Okay, I'll tell her. Okay, bye."

You approach him after he's finished the call to make sure you don't hear Max's voice.

"He said to go to his room."

"I don't want to see him."

"I realized that. Let's go, we'll deal with this problem later."

You went for a walk. The fresh air calmed you down a bit, but you had all kinds of thoughts in your mind.

How many times has this happened? Did you really want to know that? You really wanted to know how many times he kissed her and then he would come to you and tell you that he loves you.

If Anthony hadn't seen the hickey, how many more times did he planned to cheat on you?

Did he love her? That would have hurt you the most, knowing that you failed to give Max the love he needed and had to look for it in the arms and bed of another woman.

"Just know that I understand your feelings. I've been through this myself." Anthony breaks the silence and you look at him. "To be cheated on, it's a feeling of helplessness and zero self-worth. You feel as if you didn't do enough for that person which is why they reached out for someone else sexually or romantically. You blame it on yourself half the time. You dig for answers in your memories to try to figure out where you went wrong, where things started to go in a different direction. You hope that it won't happen again. You hope that the saying "once a cheater, always a cheater" it's just a myth. They broke your trust, how could you ever trust them again, right? You become paranoid when they go out at night or they don't answer your phone calls by the first ring. You find yourself having more down and depressed days than happy days. And a lot of questions will always replay in the back of your mind. Why? Why now? Why with them? How could this be happening to you? No matter how many times you get an answer, it won't be enough. Day after day, it'll get better but worse at the same time."

After two hours you returned to the paddock. You were immediately notified that Max was looking for you everywhere and he was worried he couldn't find you. Ironic, isn't it?

"Y/N!" you hear Max's voice.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Anthony asks, standing in front of you to block your image of Max.

"No, it's okay. I'll handle it somehow..."

Anthony nods and leaves, staring angrily at Max.

"Hey, I was looking for you everywhere. Are you okay? Your eyes are a little red." he asks and if you didn't know better you'd think he cared.

"Let's go somewhere private."

You went to his room. You sat on his bed and thought about what you could say. You were thinking about what Anthony told you when you walked together.

Max hands you a dose of Red Bull and you take it, feeling your throat very dry.

"We need to talk," you tell him and you feel your eyes start to sting. It was not yet time to start crying.

"Okay? Is something wrong?"

"Is it true what Anthony told me?" you ask and you see that Max doesn't know what you mean; how would he know? "Is it true that you and Kelly spent some time together?"

His face went blank for a moment as he tried to understand.

"What you mean?"

You reach out your trembling hand to the collar of his polo shirt to lower it where Anthony told you it was the mark.

And Anthony was right. There was, in front of you, the hickey Kelly made on him.

Max didn't expect that. He looks at you with wide eyes and you hear his heart start beating harder. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

He looked away from you, numb. You discovered his secret. You didn't know if he was afraid of your reaction or sorry you found out his little secret.

"I didn't intend to hurt you," he says, and you realize he's telling the truth.

He had a guttural voice.

You smile at them. A broken smile that hid the primordial desire to cry and hit him with all your best.

"I don't care about your intentions. They're irrelevant. You didn't intend to hurt me? Well, you didn't intentionally try to keep me from harm either."

You don't know where you had the strength to look into his eyes and not cry. Max looks crushed. Because you found out? Because you're breaking up? Because he has to put an end to the affair with Kelly?

"How long was it actually going on before I found out?"

You see Max trying to think of an answer that doesn't affect you so much or destroy you at all.

"For less than a month," he answers.

One month? Where were you a month ago? In Spain. Did something happen there? Did you notice anything strange about him? To his behavior? No. You didn't notice anything.

Was he really that good at hiding his mistakes?

That, of course, if he considers the relationship with Kelly a mistake.

"Did you ever think of me when you were with her?"

He did not answer. You didn't even know if you wanted to know the answer to that. What would it be like to answer that he never thought of you and that his mind was soaked in serotonin that only Kelly could think of those moments?

"I never stopped loving you."

"I don't believe you loved me while you were cheating on me. Love and betrayal are incompatible. I don't feel safe with that kind of 'love.'"

"So? You're breaking up with me?" Max asks.

Although you still had so much to say, you no longer had the power. You were so mentally and physically exhausted that you just wanted to be alone and cry.

"There's nothing else to do, is there?" you say and leave his room.

Anthony was waiting for you. He noticed that you had no tears on your face and frowned.

"What happened? Did you guys make up?"

You hug Anthony hard and cry. At that moment you gave up being strong. You gave up pretending, even in front of you, that you were fine.

Fuck it, you weren't fine. You were far from fine.

You looked back at Christian Horner, who was presenting something on the video projector. You lost the whole meeting with the crew. You had no idea what was being said.

Honestly, you don't even care what they said. You only worked there because you were Max Verstappen's girlfriend. But for eighteen hours, this was no longer true. So what's stopping you from going to Christian and telling him you're resigning? What keeps you from going home and forgetting about Max, forgetting the last two years of your life and starting over?

"That's it for today, thank you very much, friends, and let's get back to work, yeah?"

Everyone gets up from their seats. Anthony draws your attention and beckons you to look at the garage door.

You could faint then and there. No one and nothing ever prepared you for the emotions you were experiencing then. Kelly Piquet was at the garage door, waiting for the meeting to end. She was staring at Max, but he was just looking at you.

"Can we talk a little?"

You nod to Anthony that you're fine and he can leave. You look at Max and you see that he doesn't look very good. He had dark circles and you're sure he didn't sleep last night either, just like you.

“Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?” he asks, looking down at his shoes.

"Yes," you answer categorically, looking at his face, waiting for him to raise his head so you can look him in the eye.

“What will you do if we break up? You will leave here or-” you interrupt him.

"Not 'if I break up with you,' we've already gotten over it," you say and Max looks at you with wide eyes. "We already broke up last night. I'm still here because I haven't had a chance to talk to Christian yet to tell him I'm resigning."

"Are you leaving?"

"I have nothing to do here. I came to Red Bull Racing for you."

A tear runs down Max's cheek.

"What can I tell you to stay?"

"There's nothing left to say. Now go," you say and you feel a lump in your throat. "She's waiting for you."

Max turns to the garage door to see who you're talking about.

"I gave her a text message last night and told her it was all a mistake between us."

You smile at him. "Goodbye, Max," you say then you shout for Christian.

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