#i'm not in a terrible place just got a lot of life shit going on atm
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Maybe We Could Be The Start of Something
Band member!Azriel x College Student!Reader
Description: Your friends invite you to a bar and you could never imagine who you'd meet there.
Word Count: 3294
Warnings: none
Notes: I had this idea after seeing this art and couldn't stop thinking about it. I actually had a lot of ideas for little stories in this universe but it makes sense to start with how they met. Also I know that's a terrible band name but I never had to name a band before okay. I didn't proofread this because I think I'd delete the whole thing if I did, sorry. This is really self-indulgent but I hope you like it!
part of the band au
You could only blame yourself for agreeing to meet Viviane. Your skull felt like it was going to split open with this headache that has lasted all week. The only thing you wanted to do right now was try to sleep it off under your warm blankets, but instead you willingly came to a bar knowing it was just going to make it worse.
She's been telling you about this place and the bands that perform here occasionally for ages. Apparently it's a real hotspot for up and coming musicians ever since two bands made it big after starting out here. You've been turning her down for weeks so you had promised her that you'd finally come this friday, of course when you agreed you couldn't have known your week was going to be absolute shit. Though most of your days have been shit lately. That might be the actual reason Viv has been so insistent about you going out with her, she knew your mental health was ready to take a vacation and was just being a good friend.
This really hadn't been a good day to come though. Aside from your headache, your last class had also run late, making you lose your bus and barely have time to drop everything off at home and change to come meet your friends. As a little treat you also couldn't find your nice black skirt so you had to just wear jeans, you definitely needed the extra confidence the pretty skirt provided but the universe didn't seem to care about that.
The bar was already packed by the time you got there, you were almost being pushed around while you were searching for your friends. You look down at your phone to ask them where they are and see a text from Viv asking if you're still coming. Reading it makes you stop in your tracks. You can't really blame her for thinking you wouldn't show up since you've been declining every invitation lately, but seeing that she thought you wouldn't even give her a heads up hurt a little. You knew you had been distant lately but you were trying your best to deal with life and you never meant to do it at the expense of your friendships.
You're pushed out of your thoughts when someone taps your shoulder gently, making you look back at them. Turning your head you were faced with a muscular chest, slowly looking up a tattooed neck to meet beautiful hazel eyes staring back at yours.
“I'm sorry to bother you,” he says, breaking eye contact for a second before continuing, “but I think you dropped this.” He raises his hand so you can see him holding your keys. Your house keys, the ones you would undoubtedly only notice were missing when you went back home and tried to open the door. That would have been the cherry on the cake after this whole day. Maybe you should see a witch to make sure it's not actually a curse, no one should experience this much bad luck.
“Thank you so much,” you almost yell as you grab them from his hand in excitement. He just saved you from having no place to sleep tonight. You notice him tensing up when your fingers brush against his hand and realize you might have made him uncomfortable. “I'm sorry,” you take a tiny step back in the crowded bar, “I would have been locked out of my apartment if you hadn't seen that. Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” he said, giving you a nod and something close to a smile, before going on his way. You curse yourself again for acting so awkwardly. You hope you didn't make him feel uncomfortable, he was nice in picking up your keys and giving them back to you. He was also really cute which only made it more of a shame that you met like this. At least you didn't lose your keys, that would have seriously sucked.
Making your way to the table Viviane told you they would be at, you notice almost everyone is here. She was leaning against her boyfriend, Kallias, while they listened to whatever story Alba was telling them about. Ezio and Celia were both looking down at their phones and showing each other something while giggling like schoolgirls. As much as you love your friends, you don't know how much socializing you can handle today. You already fucked up what could have been a very simple interaction. Then again, with all of them here you know Viv won't try to ask you about Eleanor so at least you can keep avoiding hard topics. Viv greets you with a grin as soon as she sees you, everyone following right after.
“Hey, thought you weren't coming after all.” Yeah, you almost forgot about that. You smile anyway, knowing she didn't mean to remind you of how much of a bad friend you've been lately.
“Sorry, guys,” you sit down in the empty chair next to Alba before continuing, “Class ran late and then I lost my bus.”
“Oh. Bad luck.” You have no idea, Kallias. Conversation picked back up after that and you let them do most of the talking, taking a back seat and just watching them. You're glad that they either noticed you weren't in a talking mood or just didn't realize you were mostly quiet anyway.
You have no new stories to tell them since you've barely been functioning outside of school and talking about your feelings is definitely a resounding no, especially at a bar, so you just let them keep up with their conversations and just nod along every once in a while.
Eventually, the DJ introduces the band playing tonight. The Night Court. Judging by the screams and the way everyone moves closer to watch, they're very popular around here and you understand part of the reason for said popularity as soon as you see them step up on stage.
“Oh, they're really good!” Viviane's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “The guitarist is Mor's cousin. You remember her, right?” You nod. Of course you do. The blonde with sparkly eyeshadow and red lips leaves a big impression, forgetting Morrigan is probably impossible.
You study the guitarist as he introduces himself and the band. He's extremely handsome, the type of handsome that would make you think he can't be human, like some kind of fairy or vampire. You can tell he's aware of this fact with every honey dipped word that comes out of his mouth, literally flirting with the whole crowd. Despite not having many physical similarities with Mor, that allure he exudes definitely matches with hers.
The drummer was already sitting in place, looking eager to play. It takes you a second to notice he was in fact already sitting down as he's probably one of the tallest men you've ever seen in real life. But, with the messy shoulder length hair and big boyish grin on his face, he doesn't look scary at all.
As your eyes travel to the bassist, half hidden in the shadows, you wonder why you didn't recognize him immediately. It was the same guy that helped you before. You had thought he was beautiful before but, considering the situation, you didn't have much time to linger on that fact. However now that he was standing on stage, you could fully appreciate it. He was tall - this much you knew since you were at head level with his chest - and by the way his arms strained against his black t-shirt as he picked up his bass, you could tell he was fit too. He was looking down at the bass in his hands, making the few lights that caught him cast an ethereal glow on his face and on his onyx hair. This man looks like he stepped right down heaven's gates.
They start playing what you think is an original song but can't be sure since you were too distracted checking their bassist out to hear what Mor's cousin had said. He does have a really good singing voice but as your mystery angel starts singing, you can't help but feel bewitched back to watching him.
You barely take your eyes off him during the whole performance but they're all undeniably good. It's easy to understand why this bar is so popular if this is the level of talent their bands have. You can definitely imagine them making it big. They all seem very comfortable and content on stage and the crowd can't get enough of them.
You're so distracted by them that you don't even notice your head pounding anymore, or how fast time flies because, before you know it, they're saying their goodbyes to the crowd and leaving the stage.
Conversation starts back up after that, everyone is gushing about how talented and hot they are and you find yourself easily agreeing with their sentiments. But, with no distraction and the dj back playing songs you've heard a thousand times and the pressure of keeping conversation going, your headache comes back. You wait out just a little longer until you think it's an acceptable time to leave without worrying everyone too much.
“I'm sorry guys but I think I'm going to head home.” You finish the last of your drink even though it's mostly melted ice by that point and start putting your jacket on.
“Already?” You're not surprised Alba is the first to speak up. You'll never understand how this girl has so much energy, you had the same morning class as her but she's still as energetic as she was at lunchtime.
“It's still kind of early,” Viviane looks up at you with her icy eyes and you can recognize the concern in them immediately.
“It was just a busy week,” you explain with a smile on your face, hoping no one reads too much into it even though you all know that's not all. “I think I need to go sleep it off.”
“Are you going by yourself though?” Out of everyone at the table, Enzo is the worst one at hiding his emotions. You can see as clear as day that he's worried about you.
“I'll get an uber. Don't worry.” You gesture to your phone hoping they'll drop it.
“I can wait with you outside.” Kallias offers immediately, ever the responsible one. You really wanted to stay alone right now though.
“You don't have to.” You put your bag over your shoulder to add some finality to your words. “It's cold and there's going to be enough cars out at this hour, I won't be waiting for long.” It looks like he's about to say more but Viv puts a hand over his arm subtly, making him shut up. The bass of the music keeps hammering at your head so you don't linger and just say your goodbyes, waving at everyone with what you hope is a seemingly content smile, before leaving.
As soon as you step outside the pressure you feel starts slowing down. The front of the bar is still full of people so you walk a bit more to the little parking lot on this street. The air is cold but it feels amazing after being in the stuffed bar and your thoughts don't seem so overbearing when you don't have to try to act happy with your friends.
You love them to death but everything about how tonight went just proves that they've been talking about you behind your back. You know this is just them being good friends. You've been acting so differently in these last few months that even one of your professors noticed so it's only natural that they also did, but knowing everyone can tell only makes it worse.
You didn't want to make anyone worry about you. Life has just been going for your throat lately, minor inconveniences keep popping up and piling on top of what was already a pretty shitty situation. But you know once the semester ends, you'll get the chance to finally breathe and solve some of the problems you've been ignoring. And then things will hopefully get better. It just really sucks that your friendships and even school life has been affected by this.
Sitting down on top of the small wall that wrapped around the parking lot, you look up at the sky, willing your mind to let you rest for a bit. Watching the stars twinkling and your breath turn into white clouds of smoke because of the cold. You should probably get that uber and go home before any of your friends find you here, but your body doesn't want to move for some reason.
You feel someone approach you and look back down to meet familiar hazel eyes. You both stare at each other for a second longer than what would be normal, not expecting to see each other again.
“We keep running into each other,” you can hear his voice better here. You didn't notice how deep it was in the crowded bar. His singing voice is also deep but a bit softer than this.
“Yeah.” You smile. Seeing him again after how he helped you and then watching him on stage is making you a little giddy despite your somber mood. He seems a bit less unsure after you respond as well.
“Are you here alone?” He asks as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
“No, I'm just waiting for an uber.” You hope you're not making a bad impression again. He probably hadn't seen you with your friends before either.
“Alright,” he looks over to what you assume is his car and then back to you, “I can wait here with you.”
“You don't have to. It's cold,” you start but he shakes his head before you even finish speaking, “I actually haven't called it yet.” He gives you a look of amusement and it just makes you try to explain yourself faster. “I have a headache. The cold just felt calming. I'll get it now.” Opening the app, you start searching and, just like you expected, there's a car barely 10 minutes away from you. A wave of disappointment washes over you at the thought that you won't get to talk to him for longer but you push it aside quickly, you barely know him.
“A bar probably isn't the best place to be if you have a headache,” he tilts his head slightly in what you're almost sure is concern. He's a little hard to read.
“I know but I already had told my friends I was coming so…” You shrug and change the subject, trying to allow this moment to let you forget about your earlier thoughts. “Didn't turn out too bad. There was this really good band playing today.” You can see a flush take over his cheeks and the tips of his ears and you feel incredibly proud of yourself for being the reason behind it.
“I'm glad you liked it,” he says as he dips his head slightly in thanks. You feel like this might be the best compliment you could have given him.
“You were all really good. I even forgot about my headache while I was watching you play,” you try not to sound too excited and make it weird but you want him to know how good his band is, “Do you perform here a lot?”
“Yeah,” he leans sideways against the wall next to you, “At least twice a month.” You're starting to notice that, although his face doesn't show too much emotion, his eyes are a little more expressive. His band seems to be a topic he likes talking about. You can understand why.
“Isn't that a big deal? I heard this bar is really popular nowadays, there has to be a lot of bands trying to perform here.” The blush seems to be back but it could also be because of the cold you're subjecting him to.
“We always try to do our best but we've been playing here for a long time. That helps too.”
“You know that's not it,” you point to the entrance of the bar, where some people are smoking, “The bar was packed. I don't know if that's how it always is but I'm pretty sure it was mostly people wanting to watch you perform.”
“You've never been here before?” It looks like he's getting a bit embarrassed by the praise so you let him change the subject.
You shake your head. “Need to come more often though. When are you performing again?”
“We don't always have a schedule,” he looks down at your phone in your hands then back up at you, “But I can text you the details.”
“Oh.” He wants your number. The thought makes warmth rush to your cheeks. “Alright.” You unlock your phone and hand it to him. While he's typing his number, you can't help but notice the scars on his hand. They completely cover his hands, the skin completely marred. It looks as if they were burned. You look away from them, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by staring. He hands you your phone back and you see he saved his number under his name.
“Azriel,” you say the name out loud, tasting it in your mouth. He's watching you a little more intensely than before and you have to break eye contact to stop yourself from blushing. You quickly send him a text so he can save your number as well.
“I'll need yours too.” You give him your name and he repeats it, just as you had done. He makes it sound beautiful in his warm timbre and you can't help the flutter in your stomach. “I'll text you as soon as I find out when we're coming here next.”
“Okay.” You lock eyes and don't look away, just enjoying the moment, until you see a car pass by and realize it's yours.
You think you could have stayed there in the cold talking to him all night. You're not sure why but talking to him is effortless, it's like you've been friends for years. It just feels right and you find yourself wishing that he texts you soon with the concert information and anything else he comes up with. You wouldn't need much of an excuse to talk to him.
“That's my ride,” You say as you hop down from the wall. He looks at the car and when his eyes meet yours again you think you can see a hint of disappointment, hopefully at having to cut the moment short. “Thank you for waiting with me,” you smile at him again, “You didn't have to do that.”
“No problem.” He gives you a smile too, the biggest one you've seen on him. “I'll see you next time.”
“Of course.” You'd be an idiot to not want to see him again. You linger for as long as you can, suddenly not feeling like going home at all.
You wave at him again before getting in the car and something beats faster in your chest when he waves back and watches the car speed off down the street, it's almost like your heart is telling you to stay with him. You're not exactly sure what just happened but you hope you don't regret not staying with him for the rest of the night.
You keep thinking about him during the whole car ride and he's the last thing on your mind when you're laying down to sleep. And when he texts you the next day you know you'll have many more opportunities to spend the night talking to him.
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#azriel fluff#azriel fic#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#divider by saradika#band au
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Clownie can I request lookism boys helping their s/o on their period. Like their s/o is having heavy flow and keeps ruining pants and underwear (samuel, gun, Jake, and any other characters you would like the add) tysm 😊
omg sure!
Samuel, Gun and Jake helping reader on their period, scenarios
Samuel
You were feeling terrible, your legs were numb, your head was giving you a stabbing pain, your ovaries were absolutely killing you and on top of that, you had the heaviest flow, all of that made you feel like you could die.
With all your efforts, you walked through your apartment in order to throw your stained pants inside the washing machine. A stabbing pain made you crouch down on the floor, just in time for your boyfriend to come in.
Samuel was fast, and he caught you with his arm, you grabbed at him and gave him an apologetic look "today I'm not feeling really well to go out, got my period, sorry" you never knew when or how your emotionally unavailable boyfriend would surprise you "I know" Samuel gave you a plastic bag, inside there were different chocolates and candies also a lot of sanitary products "I don't really know which ones you use, so I bought the ones with best reviews".
Your eyes became teary, you couldn't hide your emotions "Samueel" you sobbed "I love you a lot" Samuel sighted and smiled "what would be of you without me?" and there it was, his lil shit side of him, even though this time you couldn't deny that this detail was actually so helpful "thank you a lot" he denied "it's nothing".
You threw your pants into the washing machine, Samuel giving you some advice about how to remove blood stains, and then you both cuddled on the sofa, watching some TV and you enjoying your candies, maybe this man is the chosen one?
Gun
You are one of the few lucky ones that can visit his place, you are dating after all, and even though you both barely have been dating two months, the previous friendship and connection made him trust completely in you. So when Gun asked you to come over his place, you always appreciated that trust and went, even if your period is killing you inside.
You were talking to him while he was making dinner, in a moment a stabbing pain made you crouch down, your wince of pain alerted him, Gun rushed next to you helping you to stand up he was confused until he saw your hands traveling on your lower stomach, knowing the source of your pain made him feel more relieved "do you need some painkillers?" you nodded "sorry" you tried your best to not ruin your date, yet your body was betraying you, Gun rushed to the shelf where he keeps the medicine "if you don't mind I'll go to the bathroom" Gun nodded "sure".
You went to the bathroom, yet your period gave you another obstruction to make your date go well, you looked frustrated at your stained pants and underwear "shit" Gun knocked on the door "are you alright? I have a glass of water and the meds" he opened the door, but you stopped him "wait, things got messy" Gun sighted and opened the door, you forgot your boyfriend is stronger.
Gun arched an eyebrow, "this little stain is the mess?" you nodded to him with a pout, your cheeks red from the embarrassment. Gun gave you the glass of water and the painkiller "give me your clothes, I'll wash them, and I'll give you something from my closet" you gave him your clothes "if you're uncomfortable I can clean it myself" too late, Gun already took your clothes "do I look like some blood will gross me out?" you lowered your head "get in the shower I'll join you in a few minutes" you lifted your head your eyes sparkling, making him smile, Gun gave a peck to your forehead "I love you" you mumbled, he kissed your lips "get comfortable, I'm your boyfriend, ok?"
Jake
Jake's love language is acts of service, knowing that a little detail can just make your life easier, make you happy, motivates him to keep caring for you. So when you texted him, "I'm on my period :(" it just took minutes for him to appear at your place with all the supplies you needed: chocolates, painkillers, sanitary products...
You welcomed him with a big hug, his arms lifting you and taking you to the living room, I love yous falling from both your mouths "I love you, I love you a lot" Jake laughed and hugged you tightly "I love you a lot too" you gave tiny pecks to all his face, your man just felt so proud of himself for making you happy.
You ordered him to sit at the sofa, and you started to arrange the products he just bought "but I want to help" you scolded him "you helped enough, don't make me angry" Jake sighted "alright" he looked at how you arranged everything and then he spotted a little stain "babe" you kept organizing "hm?" "don't get upset, but you have a stain on your pants" you froze, your cheeks were burning and you just looked so upset "again?" you cried "this is the third I ruined today" oh poor baby, Jake's heart broke at your expression he quickly got up from the sofa and reached you, his hands caressing your cheeks "It's okay love, Sinu taught me how to clean blood properly, I'll wash it, fine?" you nodded "fine" he smiled "then we can cuddle" you hugged him "I need your hugs".
#lookism#jake kim#kim gimyung#samuel seo#seo seongun#park jonggun#park jong gun#jong gun#lookism x reader
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THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ I'm sorry for your loss, your...your losses, rather. ❜
❛ Nobody gets away with anything. Not really. ❜
❛ Don't lecture me about family values. You're just as shit in that department as I am. ❜
❛ That day was the last day we were all in the same place. Alive. ❜
❛ They will love you because I love you, and the only thing stronger than love is how scared they are of getting cut out of the will. ❜
❛ And most people go their whole, wasted, stupid lives without one minute of true resolution. Not me though. ❜
❛ You know what a resolution is? It's a deal you make with the future. ❜
❛ The people in charge of making us healthy make us sick. We cheat the dying. We fleece the poor. Promote the racist. Let the demons run amok. This world needs changing. ❜
❛ You're supposed to be shadowing me. Shadows don't fucking talk. ❜
❛ This is beneath you. And you're going to kill it. But you're better than all of this. And the minute you figure that out, you're going to be unstoppable. ❜
❛ There's no such thing as a step back. You go forward. If you hit a brick wall, you don't go back, you go through. ❜
❛ Nearly realized is the sweetest. It's better, I promise, in the moment just before than in the moment after. ❜
❛ You are consequence. And tonight, you are consequential. ❜
❛ You are a pretty, pretty little thing. ❜
❛ You wonder why people hate us. This is why. ❜
❛ Everybody knows that edible arrangements are what you send to people you hate. ❜
❛ If you start thinking this is reality, you'll just slip into the abyss. ❜
❛ We can talk about it after because I've had a shit day and I really just wanna starfish and forget the world. ❜
❛ Don't talk to me until I've come at least twice. ❜
❛ I love how deliciously, pointlessly mean you lot can be. ❜
❛ You still didn't need to come here though. It could have happened quiet. Peaceful. In bed. But I guess it's got to happen like this. ❜
❛ It's amazing how far you can get on denial. You know why so many people use denial to get by? Because it really fucking works. ❜
❛ You can't enhance this image? You see it all the time on TV. They hit a button, it enhances it. ❜
❛ I don't even own anything funeral black. ❜
❛ Satin is silk for poor people, no one should wear it to a funeral, unless they died in it. ❜
❛ Nobody knows they're the fall guy until they're falling.❜
❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜
❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜
❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜
❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜
❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜
❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜
❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜
❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜
❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜
❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜
❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜
❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜
❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜
❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜
❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜
❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜
❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜
❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜
❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜
❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜
❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜
❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜
❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜
❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜
❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜
❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜
❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜
❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜
❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜
❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜
❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜
❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜
❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜
❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜
#a condensed version of the previous two#rp meme#rp prompt#sentence starters#sentence meme#roleplay prompts#roleplay meme#inbox memes#*tv#*tfothou
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re: jon bernthal
I like him. I support him. Are there things about him I don't agree with? Sure. But I possess the critical thinking skills to be able to think about someone else's perspective.
He's a Jewish man. I'm sure the decision for him to support Israel (if he does, I haven't seen any definitive evidence except that he had an Israeli soldier on his podcast at some point) comes from a really complicated place. One of my closest friends from 5th grade to graduation is Jewish. Her parents even met at a kibbutz. She works for an organization to help Jewish people in America take trips to Israel. While her FB is private (and I left FB a long time ago), I wouldn't doubt for a second she supports Israel. But she was always one of the kindest and most generous people I ever knew, and I don't think she'd support anything blindly. I think Jewish people in the US are in a really rough spot right now and we need to recognize that as much as we recognize that the country of Israel is committing genocide. It's not as black and white for them as we non-Jewish folks want it to be.
Jon gave a domestic abuser a platform on his podcast. Yeah. A guy who he was friends with who was terrible and went through rehab and therapy and came out with a different perspective. I personally don't like that actor but I didn't enjoy him much after Transformers anyway. If we're close to someone and they do something bad, we usually give them a second chance, maybe more. We're supposed to support growth and change especially with those close to us. In my own life I still spoke to my abusive father for a time after my parents divorced and was at his bedside the day he passed. Another person close to me was accused of SA but I'd known them their whole life and couldn't fathom it being true so I stood by them. That's just life. Life is so fucking complicated.
Jon supports the police and the military. Of course he does, most of the country does and he's played a cop/detective/soldier like a dozen times in his career and spent a ton of time with them to learn about the jobs and the cultures within them. I'm pretty sure that's the first thing people got on his ass for -- not being all ACAB from the start and then later featuring police on his podcast etc. AGAIN, when you KNOW people, it's a lot harder to draw those black and white lines. I'm for defunding the police and reallocating the money for more productive services, I'm against police violence, I'm against the mass incarceration of minorities for minor infractions, I'm against prison slavery, all that shit, and I hate that stupid "thin blue line" nonsense. But I'm not gonna go up to every cop I know and tell them they're a piece of shit. I'm not gonna NOT call the cops when the local addicts go on a B&E spree to steal shit to pay their dealers (true story, we only didn't get robbed because someone is always home).
PLEASE fucking think critically and PLEASE realize that not everything is black and white and PLEASE let people enjoy shit that brings them happiness in this shitty fucking world.
And I'm not looking for arguments or debates on this, thanks.
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Hey folks!
A few people asked if I was okay after my other post so I thought I'd give a general update as to Life Things (tm).
My mum finally left my dad, nys sister got married and he wasn't invited to the wedding and the way he acted was enough to make her leave. My youngest sister (still an adult) was left alone with my dad in the house and I had to talk her through packing a bag and leaving without him noticing. They both left pretty much everything behind and we don't know if they'll be able to get it back. They're at my grandparents now which is further away from both of their workplaces and a very temporary solution, but safe at least. My youngest sister is disabled and she needs support nobody can really give her at the moment, but she's safe.
I lost Juniper (one of my cats) a few weeks back. It was old age, but I wasn't able to be with her and it still doesn't quite feel real. I miss her so much, and I feel very bad about not being able to be with her (a very good friend was though, she was loved and wasn't alone thank god.) Sage is looking for her sometimes but seems to have some understanding of what's happened since he saw her briefly afterwards, she's buried in my best friends garden having a new adventure.
My landlord put my rent up by £100, but hasn't fixed a lot of the things wrong with the flat. The cost of heating this place is ridiculously high, so I'm trying to put the heating on as little as possible even though it's dropping into the minus degrees. Apparently they're set to go up even more in the new year because this country wants to kill us I guess.
My disabilities are all flaring up at once, I've had to take unpaid leave from work, I've not been able to afford the physio sessions that stave off the joint issues, or the food that helps keep my protein levels up because it is expensive and I need to eat something at least. I'm very very lucky that we have the NHS and all of my medications now qualify so at least I get those.
It's coming up to Christmas, I don't know what it's going to be like this year. My family is scattered and all in precarious situations, none of us have much to spare and most of us don't have a permanent home or more than a suitcase of stuff. I need to get Sage his vaccinations, and I feel terrible about leaving him alone in the cattery over Christmas.
That is to say that life is a lot. It's good things, but unstable. My dad is harassing us all, but we aren't stuck with him. I can't afford to keep my disabilities at bay, but my family is safer even if they need more support. Mentally at least I'm okay, I think.
If you'd like to help out, my PayPal is here and my Ko-Fi is here. If you can't or just don't want to this is not for you, god knows we're all going through hard times at the moment and the world is going to shit, but if you do and you're able it will be much appreciated by me and my family.
Finally here is a picture of my beautiful Juniper. Rest in peace my darling.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, and thank you for reading 💜
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Rose with pistachio from 300 followers prompt list..I'm a sucker for bad boy Law🤭🤭congrats on 300 followers🥳
I am so sorry I made Mean Law into Nice Law at the end :) he's just such a dream!
Pairing: Law x Afab!Reader
WC: 1600
Prompt: “you’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Hey y/n, happy birthday!” Bepo’s fluffy, smiling figure towers above you as he hands you a wrapped gift and a handmade birthday card.
“I hope you like what we got you! If you don’t, well… that sucks I guess.” Penguin comments from behind the jumpsuit clad polar bear.
“You guys really didn’t have to do anything… I don’t even like my birthday! A beer or two would have been just fine!” You smiled shyly as your crew mates present you with your gift. You unwrap the package and find a new pink sweatshirt (one you had been eyeing back at the last island and never quite pulled the trigger) and a stained money pouch filled with 1,000 berries.
“Wow…” You look down and can’t believe anyone would have ever done this for you. You had just joined the crew less than a year ago and had spent most of your time trying to hone your fighting skills, not making friends. “Th-thanks guys…” You eyes begin to well. “Hey, let’s start drinking! It’s a celebration, right?”
Your crew mates cheered and the small group of you cracked open a few bottles of beer in the kitchen to celebrate. You all enjoyed a terribly made birthday cake and several more beers as you joked and laughed with your friends. The collar of your off-white jumpsuit was stained with amber liquid as the captain of the Polar Tang entered the room. You all briefly paused the festivities.
“Hey captain why don’t you-“ You gesture towards the fridge.
“hrrmmph.” Law pushes past you to grab a few tea bags and retreats back to his office.
“Oh.” You stood by the counter, defeated. You had pined for your captain for so long, but he kept pushing you away. It hurt, but never enough to abandon the pirate life you loved with your crew.
“Don’t read into it, y/n. He’s been working a lot lately.” Shachi patted your shoulder.
“Yeah… you’re right.” You sighed and finished your beer. “Thanks guys, but I think I’m going to bed. Thanks for the great birthday.” You faked a smile and headed to your room to wash up and go to sleep. You held back tears as you tried to drift off.
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You awoke in the morning after a restless night.
How could your own captain forget your birthday? The one who asked you to join the crew in the first place? You think back to the day he held you in his arms on the battlefield while you bled out dying… He said he would fix you if you’d join him on his crew as his (insert profession of your choice). After that day you were a Heart Pirate.
Law was never an expressive man, but lately he had kept to himself all together. Your sadness had started to turn to anger. Your morning was spent cleaning the kitchen and you found yourself slamming the mop buckets around and throwing rags into the sink.
“He’s such a jerk.” You mutter to yourself.
After a long day of cleaning you prepare dinner for the crew in the galley. Most everyone thanked you and ate their food happily, with the exception of your captain. Law snuck in, loaded a plate full of food and slunk back to his office, without so much as a hello. You seeth through dinner and leave the dishes for whoever was on kitchen duty that night.
“I’m not letting him act like this.” You tell yourself as you storm out of the galley down the hallway to the captain’s quarters.
In your furious state, you push the door of his office open without knocking. You found Law at his desk pouring over several textbooks as a forkful of the mac and cheese you made was hanging out of his mouth.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You storm towards his desk. “You know that?”
“Y/n what-?” Law swallows the bite in his mouth and leans back in his chair.
“You only fucking care about your stupid research! The Gods fucking forbid you give a shit about anyone else!” You punctuated your last statement by ripping off your apron and balling it up, throwing it on the ground.
“I assure that everyone on this ship is safe and-“ Law confidently retorts as he rises from his chair and moves towards you.
“Yesterday was my birthday, Law.” You state firmly and look him in the eye.
Law had nothing to say. He held your gaze for a few poignant moments.
Law breaks eye contact and hurriedly moves over to his desk. After shuffling a pile of papers off his workspace, he grabs a small, leather-bound journal and opens it. He sighs as he looks over the page he was searching for.
“Shit… y/n… I tried to make sure I didn’t forget…” He hung his head at his desk as he slowly shut his calendar.
He wrote it in his calendar? Your birthday? He cared enough to write it down? You snapped out of your thoughts.
“Well. Yeah. You did.” You cross your arms.
“Y/n…. I’m so sorry….” Law strides towards you. His face is inches from yours. You continue to pout, holding firm even though the man you yearned for was breathing down your face. You keep your eyes fixed on the floor. Law gently takes your head in both of his hands and lifts it took look at him.
“Can I make it up to you?” Law whispers, so close to your own lips.
“… please…” You gasp out, flustered at your proximity.
Without hesitation, Law pulls the back of your head towards his and mashes his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. He forcibly sticks his tongue into your mouth and moves one of his hands to grab your hip. You whimper into his mouth as you feel his grip on you tighten. Law grabs your ass and lifts you up to bring you over to the long leather couch in his office. He drops you gently on the soft sofa. Law is on his knees between your legs and leans forward into your neck.
“Let me take your clothes off…” Law slides your jumpsuit off your shoulders. “I want to prove to you how much I care…” He kisses the crook of your neck as he slips your coveralls off your lower body.
“Ok…” you panted our nervously as you were now naked in front of him for the first time. He was now between your knees as you sat naked on the leather sofa. Law leaned in to kiss you again, your hands on his neck. As you made out, your hands moved to toss his hat off his head.
“Take that off, want to feel the real you…” You breath out as you continued to kiss him again.
Law grunted and backed off of you to remove the rest of his clothes above you. He kneels back down and is face to face with your dripping cunt.
“Gotta have you now…” Law whispers as he dips his head between your legs. Law swirls his tongue around your clit before he lays the flat of his tongue against your whole sex and drags it up your body. You moan out loud. He stops briefly at your right nipple and sucks harshly before moving his tongue up your body again. Law slides his tongue up your neck from your breast and back into your mouth.
“Gonna show you how much I care now, okay y/n?” Law whispers in your ear as he lined his cock up with your hole. He teased your slit with his leaking tip before he began dipping in and out of your sopping pussy.
“Law… want all of you…” You sigh out as you clutch his biceps.
Law smiled down at you.
“And you’ll get anything you want, love.” Law pushed himself fully inside of you swiftly. You moaned as you felt his pelvis meet yours, feeling his cock caress the deepest places inside your body.
“Captain!” You shriek out as Law pulls out of you and pushes back in forcefully.
“I know, I know… just wanna give you the best…” Law grips your hips tightly and thrusted quickly into your wet hole.
“Shit! Fuck! Law!” You cry as you are bounced against the back of the leather sofa, your captain hitting your spot just right. “There, Law!” Tears formed at your eyelashes as he brought your body to the culmination of pleasure.
“Kiss me when you cum. Do it now.” Law leans forward and pushes his mouth onto yours. The rhythmic thrusting of your captain inside of you and his lips on yours was too much for you to handle, you gasp and cream on the cock inside of you. Your eyes roll back into your head and the grip on Law’s arms loosens.
"L-law!"
Your body becomes limp in his hold after your orgasm.
Law jerks his hips a few times and pulls out of you to spurt hot ropes of cum onto your abdomen. Your normally stoic captain whines as he finished his release. Your head far too hazy to even notice that he had finished on you, you groaned and pulled your lover into your arms.
“You really meant it, didn’t you?” You whispered teasingly into your lovers face as he brushed your nose with his.
“What? That I care about you? Of course. As for the rest of tonight… maybe we should.. what’s the word you said? “Soft launch”?” Law rubbed your noses together. You laughed.
“We can keep it quiet for now.” You giggled at your captain. “But I fully expect a party for our anniversary.”
“I’ll think about it.” Law chuckled as he pulled your body into his and you both drifted off to sleep.
xx MoMo
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I've had this idea for a while but I can't write for shit😭 could you do RZ Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees with a s/o who's been with them for a while and just absolutely have their hearts and the slashers find the horrific sight of their s/o on the brink of death. The cause can be anything and Please have the s/o live I'm a sucker for happy endings❤️
Rz! Michael and Jason’s reaction to their s/o on the brink of death
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Rz! Michael Myers
Michaels cold manner came ever since he was in that sanitarium.
In this case, when he sees you nearly dying, he did things you’ve never seen him do.
You were sick. Very sick, and if you didn’t get medical help soon you’d die. When he came back he saw you on the floor.
The silent man stared at you for a few seconds before falling to his knees. Dropping the knife as he squeezed you for dear life. Michael didn’t know what to do, he can’t let you die. It won’t sit right with him, sure he kills lots of people but it doesn’t feel right to know that you’re dead. You’re kind to him, and cared for him like his mother did. He didn’t kill you and you accepted him. You looked up at him while letting out a bad cough. “Mike… when did you get here?” He didn’t move not let out any grunts in response. Grabbing on your shoulder when you tried to get up.
“I’m so sorry Michael… I didn’t want you to see me like this..” Thoughts raced through his head, he can’t go out like this, they’ll take him down and will think that he killed you. There’s only one option left…. He snatched his mask off, his dirty blond hair covered his face. You were taken back by the sudden movement but was too weak to do anything. He picked you up and walked out. He can’t drive, he doesn’t know how to. Michael’s used to walking, if he can walk all the way back to haddionfield, then he can surely walk you to the hospital.
Once you were taken into proper care, he left you there to heal, but would watch you from afar until you were free. He stayed by your side more after that happened. You didn’t mind, you couldn’t blame him either, for the first time in his life he was scared, scared of loosing you.
Jason Voorhees
One of his victims found out that you were on Jason’s side and got angry, stabbing you in the stomach before running off.
Once Jason saw it he was livid with anger, how dare they do that to you?! He didn’t stop until the guy was dead.
Once he did, he rushed back over to you, seeing that you took the knife out of your stomach, which in your case was a stupid move to do.
Jason freaked out as he looked around for something to stop the bleeding, he took his brown jacket off and put pressure on the wound. He was freaking out on the inside, trying to listen to what his mother was trying to tell him to do.
He tried his best to listen while making sure you were still awake, you didn’t dare open your eyes, but you did it for him, your eyes burned with tears. He felt bad. Luckily the stab wound wasn’t terrible, you just couldn’t move until the healing process was complete. You kept zoning out from time to time which made him tap your arm, begging you to stay awake for just a little while longer . He gently picked you up and took you back to the cabin you shared, now dealing with the wound with actual medical supplies. Then placing you on the bed.
Jason cared for your every need, and when there was nothing else left don’t him to do, he’d rest the side of his head on your stomach as his way of apologizing for letting it happen.
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Kat watches Moon Knight
Okay, so with the encouragement of several people on here and the emotional support of my roommate, I have finally (in February 2024) started watching Moon Knight, a show whose basic concept scares the shit out of me.
Context: I had an adopted older brother with DID. Note that I said "had". That's past tense because life treated him so appallingly poorly that he died (horribly, in prison) when I was 19. Part of that abuse was enabled by pop-culture depictions of DID in the 1980s and 90s that convinced everyone who knew about his condition (including the court system) that he was a walking time bomb.
One of my earliest memories is of my brother as a young adult, playing Super Mario Bros with my toddler self. Another is of him patiently teaching me how to make friends with a large dog. I never met any of his alters, afaik; I was small and cute and safe for him to be himself with, so he probably didn't need them around me. He was a profoundly gentle man when he was allowed, and it hurt like hell to see him turned into a monster in movies and on TV. I've turned off a lot of "psychological thrillers" in sorrow and disgust.
Ironically, I loved Moon Knight comics as a kid in the 90s, BEFORE he was retconned to have DID circa the mid-2000s. Because those comics came out right after my brother died in 2002 and leaned HARD into making people with DID seem like violently unstable monsters (for reference, see the cover of Moon Knight: God and Country), I stopped reading them around 2008, when I couldn't take being poked in the trauma by a comfort character anymore.
But I do love Werewolf By Night, and there's been a lot of good fic mashing Jack up with Moon Knight without dehumanizing anyone, and several people have encouraged me to try the show. So this post will be a place for my thoughts as I try to work my way through with my Essential Editions in one hand and my memories of my brother in the other. I'll add to it as I watch.
If this entertains the Moon Knight fandom or provides useful fic reference, so be it. Just don't be jerks on my post.
Also, anyone who chooses to be shitty about my brother will be eaten by bears. I don't make the rules.
Episode 1
Okay, we open with Steven as our POV character, and he's...convinced he's a sleepwalker. All right, not terrible. Steven is now a bumbling nerd, which is probably an improvement; good luck making a billionaire playboy sympathetic in the 2020s. Jake would be the logical everyman POV from the comics, but I understand from fic that he's got a different role now. I'm confused about the accent, but it's only episode 1, and Steven clearly doesn't yet know who Khonshu is, or that Marc exists, so obviously there's a ways to go here. (Is Marc ... undercover inside Steven? Ugh, this is a trope I have seen and do not like.)
Did Marc kill Steven's fish? Did Khonshu kill Steven's fish? I'm baffled by the fish. Which is a nice break from the larger anxiety. I'm gonna try to worry more about the fish.
The bits with Steven losing time and finding himself in odd situations were distressingly close to the old tropes, but both of those happened to my brother, so I'm not going to bitch about them quite yet. I want to be as fair as I can.
Oh, hey, I recognize Harrow from the comics. What up, dude. How's the cult biz treating you?
The end of the episode, with the jackal thing chasing Steven into the bathroom, came RIGHT up to the line for me. I realized that what I was most afraid of was that the story would assign "good" and "bad" labels to the alters--make Steven the sweet, innocent one and Marc (or maybe Jake, I guess) the monstrous killer. The early flashes of Steven covered in blood didn't really help allay that anxiety. And now Marc is demanding that Steven let him have control in a pretty threatening manner. But so far, it seems like the contrast between Marc and Steven is one of competence--Marc is better at fighting and Steven is better at ... panicking? Unclear. At least Oscar Isaac is playing the protagonist, so his character(s) might remain sympathetic. Nobody has been monsterized quite yet.
I finished the episode with every muscle in my body locked up, waiting for the emotional punch in the face. But I did finish it, and I think I'm gonna try episode two.
#kat watches moon knight#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#i guess I'm processing trauma again#hello trauma my old friend
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Look At Me Please 2.0; Possesive Yandere!Iso x Reader
To those that have given me reqs, I'm terribly sorry for not getting them out yet. My writer's block is such a pain💔 I promise I'm constantly thinking abt them tho and tryna brainstorm but my creative well is nonexistent dibdjs
Anywho, this is a continuation of the last Yandere Iso hc post! Highly recommend that you read the first! :]
Iso didn’t go through with his plans against Yoru that day because he was too happy about going on that date, but that doesn’t mean he forgot. Around a week after your boba date with him, you found Yoru with a serious injury being nursed back to health by Sage, when you asked what happened, he told you to leave. Perhaps a matter of pride?
You bring up the concern with your new boyfriend, Iso. When he responds, he doesn’t sound sympathetic. It wasn’t strange, he barely showed expressive emotion, and he didn’t have the best interactions with Yoru, so you assumed he didn’t really care because they weren’t the greatest friends.
In reality, Iso was fuming that you were concerned about that stupid cocky bastard and how he snapped at you like that. How dare that shit head take your emotions for granted? Sure, he’s the reason Yoru was injured in the first place, but the audacity Yoru had to brush you off. He’ll have to do more damage later.
The day you told Iso you loved him for the first time, something about him changed. He wasn’t shy anymore, he was always initiating intimacy, trying to give you kisses, holding your hand, and overall just a lot more doting and servicing you.
Oh, you’re tired? How could he let this happen! Iso shuts the rest of the world out with both of you in either his or your room, he already put both of your requests for a day off.
Very insistent about sleeping in the same room, you won’t do anything too intimate, he just wants to be with you for the rest of your life night.
At some point, everything becomes a reminder of you. The bare walls of the HQ, the houseplants put around the facility by Skye and Sage, the air that he breaths, he couldn’t get enough of anything.
ALWAYS holding you somewhere. Whether it be on the shoulder while youre talking to someone, the arm, your back, your leg while you're sitting, etc. Iso likes having a hand on you as a way to say “Mine.” to the others.
Every day has a new gift. Your room is starting to get crowded with all of the things he gets for you, Iso has already requested Brimstone to extend your room to make some space.
Man’s is rich and just loves spoiling you. Even if it’s just your favorite snack, or a new piece of clothing, he will literally get anything you want. If you mentioned something you even hinted you’d like, expect to receive it in the following hours to a day. He ordered it with overnight shipping.
Your assigned on a mission and he isn’t sent with you? Oh no!! Someone on the strike team got injured from training, what will we ever do? Everyone else happens to be unavailable for some unknown reasons, except Iso.
During the mission when you request a gun, he’ll immediately get it for you and snap at anyone else who even tries to get it first. Iso kisses you on the forehead before going to his position.
You had to apologize to Reyna for his behavior, she told you that his heart revealed that he wasn’t the good person you thought he was. Which was strange. How was the admiring and loving Iso not who he appeared to be?
One day, have an argument with Iso about going to training with Gekko and the others. He said that there was no need for you to go with them when the two of you could train together later.
You didn’t understand why Iso was so upset, you were just gonna do a few mock battles with other people, what's so wrong with that? You could train with him later too if he wanted to. You brushed him off anyway, finding his attitude very childish right now. Suddenly, he grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t look at them.” He ordered.
Before you could get a word out, your eyes met his, and you could see the intensity and possession in his eyes which glowed brighter than they normally did. It was terrifying.
You say his name, and suddenly he snaps out of it, letting you go and apologizing profusely. He starts tearing up a bit and saying that he shouldn’t have done that and keeps apologizing, stepping away from you and not letting himself hold you.
You feel guilty when he looks down at his hands, as if there was fresh blood on them, as if he’d just destroyed something precious. You couldn’t help but pull him in for a hug and apologize too. He tries to pull away, saying that he was a horrible person, but you don’t let that happen. So, he embraces you back, burying his face in your neck.
You could tell he was genuinely upset, and reassured him that he wasn’t bad and that you’ll be with him. He doesn’t need to worry about anything, you’ll put off training with the others for another time and stay with him for the rest of the day. He sniffles, pulling you in closer.
What you couldn’t see since his face was on your shoulder was the malicious expression at his successful attempt at keeping you to himself. Hook, line, and sinker.
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♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️
A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲
Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈
I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨
Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.
POV: gn!reader
Warnings: Not given.
A g u n i
It depends on what time we are in.
If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.
You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.
If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.
In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.
I have the following typical scenario in mind:
Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?"
Y/N: "Uhm ..."
Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something."
Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."
Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?
If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.
Aguni: "We could go to the pool."
Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..."
Aguni: "We can do some sports together."
Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!"
Aguni: "What about fishing?"
Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?"
Aguni: "..."
Y/N: "..."
Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?"
Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."
A r i s u
If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.
The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.
This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.
He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.
So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.
You will not regret spending time with him.
He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.
Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.
Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?"
Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here."
Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?"
Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."
You still wouldn't be able to stop him.
Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.
Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.
You can definitely pass the time well there.
Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?"
Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."
C h i s h i y a
Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.
When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.
He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.
Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.
No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.
It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.
Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day."
Chishiya: "Well realised."
Y/N: "I'm bored."
Chishiya: "Then do something."
He would definitely be a great help to you.
Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.
Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally."
Chishiya: "We do something, darling."
Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"
Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.
How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?
In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.
Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:
Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time."
Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us."
Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?"
Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"
Damn, you love the nightlife.
Chishiya: "That's a deal."
K a r u b e
To me the funniest but most chaotic one.
During the day, at least.
I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.
But what would life be like if everything went as planned?
The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.
Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.
Something very important when it comes to following his routine.
Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?"
Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."
In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.
I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...
If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!
Y/N: "Did you found them?"
Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case."
Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?"
Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."
You can guess where this is going.
You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.
You turn the whole accommodation upside down.
Both of you look under every stone.
In every room.
Two times- minimum.
Y/N: "Karube, fave it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...?
Karube: "What is it?"
Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?"
Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"
Now he remebers ...
Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!"
Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"
N i r a g i
Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.
When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.
He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.
I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.
That's something you should be very proud of.
However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.
So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!
In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.
You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.
When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.
Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.
Y/N: "Oh, look!"
Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.
… In partially empty shop windows.
Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?"
Y/N: "See the rocks there?"
Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"
The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.
There could actually be something interesting there.
Well, most of the times at least.
It's nearly impossible but who know?
Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-"
Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?"
Y/N: "No ..."
Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?"
Y/N: "The tree there."
He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.
Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.
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“Bitch” wow! I don’t see the reason for getting so heated over these characters. They don’t actually exist you know? You’re not defending anyone’s honour or being some saint here. I didn’t mean anything in a bad way, I was trying to have a rational conversation because I’ve never come across an IC hater and wanted to know why you didn’t like them. But obviously having a rational conversation is out of your zone of abilities since it didn’t take a lot for you to get down to name calling. My only suggestion to you because I truly wish the best for you is control that anger and learn to listen to other people before someone shows you your place. It won’t be nice. Good luck bbg 💜💜
You're the one coming in anon and shitting on characters that I like. What did you expect??? I'm going to defend my characters, obviously. You want my dissertation on why I hate each member of the Inner Circle? Let's start with captain asshole Rhysand:
Rhysand: Sexually assaulted Feyre, did not apologize, licked Amarantha's boots for fifty years to "protect" no one since he only rules 1/3 of his court. He claims to be uber powerful yet he can't control misogyny within 2/3 of his court. But it's totally fine to go into Tarquin's house, steal an important possession, then act superior later when his wife's antics in Spring caused Summer to be invaded. Pretends to give his wife a "choice" while not giving her crucial information, i.e. that he wouldn't be helping her out with the Weaver at all. Locked Lucien in a house, made rape jokes about his mother, altogether treated him like shit for no reason. Then the Inner Circle acts all shocked and furious that their "masks" as "bad guys" fooled everyone and act violent towards literally everyone not Inner Circle there. Rhysand forcibly shut Tamlin's mouth, Feyre burned Lucien and Eris's innocent mother, Azriel nearly choked Eris to death. Ironically, Cassian acted the most sane here. After Tamlin saved Feyre and Rhysand's lives multiple times, Rhysand has the gall to tell Tamlin to kill himself despite knowing they'll need him as an ally, which is a terrible thing to do and also made Lucien's life harder. ACOSF he locks Nesta in a house and hides the malignant nature of his wife's pregnancy from her. That's just the gist of it.
Cassian: Rhysand's dog. He need to grow a fucking spine. He never defends Nesta in front of Rhysand, and constantly abuses her physically and mentally. Won't let her eat sugar, forces her to train, tells her everyone hates her, makes her hike a fucking mountain for having the nerve to disobey rhysand and tell feyre the truth she deserved to hear. Then again in HOFAS not defending Nesta in front of Rhysand when he was screaming at her for giving away the trove and telling her she should've killed Bryce instead. THAT. IS. YOUR. MATE. He treats all the women in his life better than her, like mor and feyre.
Azriel: A fucking weirdo violent creep. He needs to man tf up and admit Lucien is the superior man. His creeping on Mor for 500 years when she's clearly not interested is not cute. Nor is choking Eris to death in an important political meeting. Nor is treating Elain like a helpless object and masturbating to a gag gift he gave her. I'lL dEfEaT hIm WiTh LiTtLe EfFoRt boi stfu no you can't and Lucien has done NOTHING to you. I have absolutely ZERO respect for a character who treats the nicest guy in the series like that. Elain is not a child to be fought over. He's so pathetically jealous that Lucien is a good dude and has a mate and is better than him at everything. He needs to admit his homoerotic desire for Lucien and get it over with. Or let Eris humble him. Either way.
Mor: the biggest hypocrite of all time. I aM a DrEaMeR aNd I gOt OuT so did it ever occur to you that maybe you're not the only dreamer? You're not even going to try to save good people stuck under the Court of Nightmares or ask your High Lord to? You just write them off because you're the only good one? And you want to throw Nesta into the court of nightmares? You don't do shit when Cassian is harassing Nesta? You're a bitch and not a girl's girl at all. If there's ANYTHING women should be united on, it's creepy dudes. ESPECIALLY if one of them is your best friend.
Amren: this bitch should've stayed dead after ACOWAR. How dare she talk to Nesta the way she did in ACOSF? She KNEW how much Nesta was hurting and she did it anyway. She's over 15 thousand years old. What a bitch.
They're all part of an elitist establishment and the epitome of modern politics that needs to be destroyed.
Oh, I'm sorry? Should I apologize for saying "bitch" when you're the one coming in hot on my anons? How about you get a life besides harassing people who disagree with you first?
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Selfish | Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader ft. Kyler Park
Kinktober Day 14: husband/wife swap cucking, I think. More so cheating oops.
CW: cheating on spouse, Kyler is a crap husband tho, Reader is a boss ass bitch that doesn't take shit from her shitty husband, unprotected sex. (unedited).
A/N: I had this idea and idk what happened to it. I feel like the execution sucks.
"You are so selfish!"
Kyler scoffed and rolled his eyes as if Reader were being unreasonable. He got up from their bed and started walking to the bathroom. "I'm not listening to this again."
She glared at the back of his head. "You wouldn't have to if you'd just give me what I want. I ask for one thing, good sex, and you even give me that. You're such a loser!"
"Don't call me that!" He yelled, but didn't say anything else. He just slammed and locked the door like the immature adult he was. It made Reader roll her eyes, feeling as though it was her turn now. Then he shouted an after thought, "And if it's so damn important to you, you deal with it!"
Reader sat with her head in her hands, wondering how she'd gotten to this point in her life. Telling herself Kyler wasn't such a bad guy after being in Cobra Kai with him was a good place to start. Thinking he'd get better at sex over time was delusional. And finally, picking him over anyone else was probably where she'd gone the most wrong. She couldn't help feeling like an idiot as she sat there, unfilled but too upset at her husband to do anything about it.
There was a box of toys hidden in the guest room, where she'd probably drag herself to sleep for the night, but they weren't calling out to her. Sure, her vibratory could fix the hollow, gnawing feeling she had in her gut, but it wasn't going to make her husband see that he was a selfish prick that only used her to get off. She needed something more. Something better.
As she grabbed her robe and slipped it on, her phone buzzed. It was an Instagram notification telling her someone had tagged her in one of their pictures. She opened it as she walked down to the guest room, smiling to herself as she saw a picture of herself from her high school graduation. She was standing in a group between Moon and Sam, arms wrapped around each other with big smiles on their faces. Also in the photo, Miguel, Demetri, Yasmine and Hawk. It was captioned, Can't believe it's been five years since we graduated! #memories.
Typical Moon, Reader thought to herself with a small smile.
She walked into the guest room and locked the door, knowing Kyler would come annoying her at some point. She just ignored his entire existence in their home and looked through the pictures Moon had posted. So she crawled into bed and let her worries drift away.
As she came to the end of the photos, she saw herself with Hawk, laughing. Their caps were crooked and they were holding each other's diplomas, a funny little scene they thought would make a good picture. It was really nice and made her chuckle, but more importantly it made her think of him.
They'd had a spark at one point but never pursued it. At a New Year's party, They'd shared a kiss but left it at that. For a while, their friendship was marred by karate and warring dojos, all of which had been resolved before graduation, thankfully. However, she couldn't sit there in good conscience and say she didn't regret not taking that leap of faith. She couldn't help thinking she'd be a lot happier if she were with Hawk instead of Kyler.
Turning over and putting her head on the pillow her final thoughts were along the lines of how getting married young had been a terrible idea. And perhaps it wasn't too late to take a longshot.
It took Reader a week to work up the courage to talk to Hawk about what they possibly had going on after high school. It wasn't as if they hadn't talked to each other since then, but most of their conversations weren't long or deep. They we're more like check in, little congratulations when they celebrated something on social media, asking how they were after a tough week. They weren't all that special, but Reader found them to be nice looking back now. It was more than Kyler gave her after all.
Hawk met her at a little café downtown during their lunch breaks. She was sipping a latte when he sat down and smiled at her. She was happy to see he still had his mohawk.
"Long time, no see," he joked.
She smiled. "Certainly feels that way."
They hadn't met up in a while, which was why it was a little awkward at first. At least for her.
She didn't know how to go about asking him out while her husband was a grade A asshole. Would he even still like her as a friend if she made a move on him? Was she going about this all wrong?
She wanted to say this was all about pleasure and that she could go back to Kyler when she got what she needed, but in the back of her mind she knew that wasn't true. As she got into deep conversation with Hawk, she knew whatever feelings she'd had for Kyler were no longer a raging fire as they seemingly were before. Hawk made her laugh and asked her about her day so far, which was far more than her husband ever gave to her. She was smiling more with Hawk in thirty minutes than she ever had with Kyler in the last three years.
It gave her some hope.
So Reader reached over and put her hand on Hawk's. He looked at her, staying quiet as she stared back at him with soft eyes and a pretty smile. "Thanks for meeting me. I know it was kind of short notice, but it means a lot to me."
He smiled at her. "Of course. I'd drop everything for you, Reader. You know that."
She giggled, wondering how true that was.
"What's on your mind?"
"I just... I've been having second thoughts..."
"About what?"
"Kyler." His name came out in a heavy sigh, almost as if it was a weight she carried with her everywhere and she was exhausted.
"Oh." He didn't pull his hand away. "You know, I always kinda hoped you'd say something like that."
She tried to hide her smile now. "Really?"
He leaned forward as of about to tell her a secret. "Yeah, really. He doesn't deserve you."
"Is this where you say, I told you so?" she asked, remembering their friends having warned her about Kyler. How he hadn't changed, how he wasn't kind, how he didn't care. She tried not to think about those things as Hawk's lips drew closer.
He shook his head. "No, I'm not gonna say that. I'm just gonna..."
He finished leaning in and kissee her, capturing her lips with his and she melted into it immediately. She was a moth to his flame and she didn't feel and ounce of guilt for it.
It lasted all of five, maybe six, seconds before they pulled away from each other. Then she moved closer to him and they resumed their kiss, making it deeper and wrapping each other up in their arms. Their coffees were mostly forgotten about as they indulged in each other with a long overdue second chance.
"You sure this is how this how it's supposed to go?" Kyler asked as he watched Reader turn the little key in the little lock. He stared down at the new toy shed gotten, the one she swore was going to feel amazing, but he was beginning to question her judgment.
The cockcage wasn't as nice as she said it was going to be. It was cold and strange. As she took the key, which was hanging from a small chain link, and put it around her neck, he wasn't so sure about this. If he wanted to do anything about it, it was too late now. She'd also cuffed his hands behind his back and the position he sat in wasn't the most comfortable. He was beginning to sense things weren't going the way he thought they would.
Reader scoffed. "I already told you, babe, this is gonna be awesome." She turned around and made her way over to their bed, quietly muttering, "for me at least."
"What was that?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she giggled and crawled onto the bed. She had her box of toys out and picked up her pretty vibrator, showing it off to him. The tone in the air quickly changed. "This is who I went to when you couldn't finish me off."
He glared at her, trying to remain serious as he ogled lingerie clad body. He'd never admit it out loud, but she knew he loved her curves and rolls. He acted like he hated them because that was the "manly" thing to do, that people didn't actually like big women, it was all a show. He didn't want to present himself that way, so he hid it from everyone else. But he couldn't hide it from her. Too bad he already fucked up their marriage.
"That's not fair," he argued.
She pouted at him, not feeling too bad. "You're right, babe. It isn't fair. To me. I shouldn't need this fella."
Reader turned on her toy and it buzzed to life. She continued to show it off to him, making sure he saw it.
"It also isn't fair how you use me like a glorified fleshlight. I mean, come on, I've got all the natural advantages a man could ever dream of and you can't indulge me one bit," she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. She then laid back and spread her legs, pulling her panties aside and making sure her pussy was on full display for him to see from the chair she'd sat him on. "It's not fair that only you get pleasure when we have sex."
She brought the vibrator to her pussy and rubbed it along her already wet fold, spreading that wetness. She moaned into the stiff air, breathing new life into the room as she continued to torture him with the image of her. His whining brought a smirk to her lips as she used her other hand to spread her folds and teased her slit with the toy.
"A fucking toy is better than you!" she moaned, feeling the vibrations over her sensitive lips.
Then the bedroom door opened.
"Man, that must be embarrassing," a new voice said.
Kyler looked up, confused. "The fuck are you doing here?"
Reader sat up but kept playing with herself. She smiled at Hawk as he stood in the doorway in nothing but his boxers. "Well, Kyler, honey, you told me if sex and satisfaction was so important to me, I should deal with it myself. So Hawk is here to help me with that."
"That wasn't what I meant!" Kyler shouted.
"Well, why do you care? You didn't before," she said, giving an exaggerated pout.
Hawk walked over and took the vibe from her, taking over. He pushed it into her but barely, teasing her with it. She moaned, laying back on the mattress. However he didn't do that for long before taking the toy and turning it off, then tossed it aside. As he started crawling onto the bed, Kyler made a fuss.
"Hey! Hey, what d'you think you're doing?" he huffed from the corner. He struggled against his restraints but it was useless. She'd made sure to lock them tight, knowing he was going to whine and complain about it later. "That's my wife!"
Hawk scoffed, turning to look at Kyler with an unamused look. "I don't think she really wants to be your wife anymore, since you don't treat her right."
"I give her everything she wants, man. I've got all the money she could want. I mean, what the fuck do you have that I don't?"
"Well, first of all, you're not even listening to her now," Hawk said, gesturing to Reader as she laid out so pretty on the bed. He got an eyeful of her, licking his lips before turning back to Kyler. "She doesn't care about your money. Money can't buy her pleasure. Not like this."
He then went on to push his boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. It sprung free and smacked his stomach, making his groan. He then grabbed himself and started fishing his cock. "This is what a woman deserves. A nice orgasm from a real cock."
Kyler shut up and looked away from Hawk, feeling a little emasculated. Before him was not only a guy he'd bullied the shit out of in high school, but he was also someone that had beat him up too. Now he was here, in his house with his wife, and he had a bigger cock than him too. If only he saw the way it wasn't about who had the bigger dick but about which one of them actually cared for Reader, but his skull was too thick for him to understand something as simple as that. Instead, all he saw was himself losing again with his aching cock locked in a stupid cage.
Hawk turned to Reader with a brash, unapologetic smile. She gave it back to him before slipping her panties off and tossing them aside. He licked his lips and crawled onto the bed foregoing eating her out because he wanted to make sure she came on his cock. She didn't mind.
They kissed each other hungrily, Reader wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her. Soft tits met his hardened, lean chest and rubbed against her nipples. It made her shudder and gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of his hands traveled down her front in the meantime, feeling her up and giving her belly a nice squeeze. Then hisnfingers brushed her folds and she sighed into his mouth, needy and ready for him.
He barely pulled away from her to speak. His voice came out raspy and husky. "Gonna make you feel so good, you won't even know what to do with yourself."
He sent shivers down her spine and her cunt throbbed with need. She was so deprived of good sex, she could hardly wait for him anymore. Just his words made her wet and by the time he led the tip of his cock to her pussy, she was soaked.
Her head fell back as he pushed into her, but she whined when he stopped halfway only to let out a gasp as he pushed her knees into the mattress. Now she was all splayed out and open for him, and for Kyler to see just what Hawkndid to make her feel so good. He continued to push into her after that, bottoming out a moment later and stilling again to let her adjust.
"Oh my god," she moaned, looking up at him. "So big."
"I know, you're not used to all this, huh?" He said, a little teasing. His thumb came down on her clit and rubbed little circles onto it to help loosen her up. "Let me take care of you."
After a moment of him playing with her clit, he started thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. Her moans overpowered the pouty whines and struggles from the corner of the room, making her forget all about her spineless husband in the corner. She was instead thrust into a world of pleasure given to her by none other than Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, aka the guy she should have married.
He put one of her legs over his shoulder and used his free hand to play with her tits, pulling on them and pinching her nipples. He even smacks one, watching the way it bounced with the impact and force of his thrusts. Under him, she was divine and godly. She looked so pretty, eyes screwed shut as she moaned his name. Her nails dug into his waist as she tried to stay grounded in reality, but he planned on taking her to a whole other plain of pleasure.
Behind him, Kyler cursed up a storm. He called them all sorts of names and told them they were fucked for this. He mostly spat at Hawk for "stealing his girl" but failed to realize it was his own doing. Reader wasn't satisfied, in more ways than one, in their marriage and it was his own fault. But being Kyler, he'd blame anyone but himself for this happening. Furthermore, he saw Reader as an object more than a person. Their marriage wasn't sentiment, it was a status to him. He looked like a great husband on paper, with a job he got from his dad and a house that had too much space for two people, so he saw nothing wrong with it.
Except for the fact that now his wife was getting fucked by his rival. Hawk had never posed much of a threat, but in Kylers mind he was someone who needed to be constantly put down at one point. Now it was his turn to get knocked off of his high horse.
"Oh my god! Hawk!" Reader all but squealed. Her legs began to shake but his hold on them kept them in place. The earth-shattering orgasm building up was focused there and in her gut, which grew tighter and tighter with each thrust. "Hawk!"
Each time she moaned his name, it encouraged him. He hit that special spot just a little harder too, making her wither under him. He seethed as her nails scratched his back but he took it proudly. It was an honor to get fucked up by her.
"Kiss me," she whimpered, trying to pull him close.
He leaned down, giving her what she wanted. Their lips met in a messy, sloppy kiss as he held her leg to her shoulder, moaning into each other's mouths. His hips began to hit harder against hers, making her ass jiggle under him. Her thighs shook with the pressure of pleasure and she soon tipped over the cliff and dove into the ocean of orgasm.
As soon as he velvet walls stsrted constricting around him, his thrusts stuttered. He fell in after her and his movement became choppy. He came in hot spurts, fucking it into her until he couldn't possibly keep going. Stilling over her, cock buried deep in her cunt, he groaned into her mouth.
He had to pull away for air, panting heavily. However, before he could catch all of his breath, he followed it up by pressing little kisses to her lips. Only after he started to taper off did he remember he was supposed to pull out.
"Holy fuck... fuck... shit, 'm sorry I came in you..." he panted.
She shook her, smiling through the ragged breathing. "Don't be... I fucking loved it."
She kissed him and it quickly deepened. He lowered her leg and laid on top of her, still buried inside her. She moaned as he seemed to sink deeper into her and wrapped her legs around him. He groaned and nipped at her lip, tugging on it teasingly.
They forgot all about Kyler in the corner as they giggled and made out with each other. He sat slouched in his chair, almost sliding out of it if not for planting his feet on the floor, angrily glaring at them. He was red all over, aching in his cage, wishing for the torment to be over. However, he knew it may be a while as the key was sandwiched between Reader's fat tits and Hawk's chest.
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What the actual fuck are they thinking-
Okay, the caption might seem overblown but... this is not good.
The main LO subreddit has been closed for weeks now. It closed due to the API protests but considering the options in the community poll were to either "stay open indefinitely" or "stay closed until the decision is reversed", there's a tinfoil hat theory going around that the single mod that overlooks that place saw the API protests as an "easy way out", especially considering how hands-off those mods are. By the time the main sub decided to take part in the protests (after the height of the protests were over) it had already been stated by u/spez that they were not going to reverse the decision. Essentially, the LO subreddit is done.
Do you know what's been happening since it closed? Activity in ULO has been skyrocketing, but we've also been seeing a lot more discourse from people who have been forced to stomach the ULO content after having their main community shuttered.
Listen, I've got a lot of issues with the main sub and the things they've done over the past year. There are definitely some really shitty folks in there who have ruined things for those who are just casual readers by just being way too protective of this comic. But that doesn't mean the main sub shouldn't exist. The main sub, as dead as it was by the time it closed, was still an option for people who didn't want blind praise or relentless criticism/shitposting. Though there were people who tried to gatekeep the shit out of the main sub (attempting to make it a "positive vibes only" space) the main sub was never explicitly designed for only praise, and by the time it closed, it was seeing a lot more balance between praise and criticism (to no one's surprise, because criticism has become a lot more mainstream in the LO fandom, simply due to the comic's undeniably tanking). All that said, it made for a nice middle ground. Even I enjoyed going in there and reading people's takes on new episodes every week, whether or not I agreed with them. ULO was not designed to be the only route for discussion concerning LO, it's very specifically run for one specific purpose and that purpose will not line up with those who are now without a space.
Without the main sub, there are people with nowhere to go. Some people casually grin and bear it through ULO, others have gone to /r/LowSodiumLoreOlympus, but considering how dead that sub is also, it's clear the popular opinion is swaying more towards criticism. I can't imagine what it's like to be a community refugee right now.
So what does that leave for those who don't want to use ULO? The Facebook groups, and the Discord. The Facebook groups are probably the most accessible communities - not everyone uses reddit, not everyone knows how to use Discord, but everyone uses Facebook.
So the fact that the Facebook groups aren't going on a small break, but are going on their own 4 month hiatus?
Not only does this further reduce the options for fandom interaction, but this is terrible for the comic. Hiatuses like this can kill long-term retention, and fandom communities are often the best way to keep that retention on some form of life support.
Think of it this way - if I didn't have the ULO community, I probably would have dropped off LO ages ago, cut my losses, moved on. But it's the fact that I have a community to keep in touch with and have fun with that keeps me on this series. This goes the other way as well, into the casual and praise communities - while I'm sure many will still eagerly return in October, for those who are more casual readers, Lore Olympus will essentially be out of sight, out of mind. And that is NOT something you want to happen to a comic that is already losing traction.
I genuinely do not know what Rachel is thinking closing these groups. And yes, I am pointing to Rachel on this decision because she literally runs the official LO Facebook groups. LO going on a mid-season hiatus over the summer when HALF OF HER DEMOGRAPHIC IS HOME FROM SCHOOL is already such a huge risk that will likely kill her numbers; but to go and cut off her official groups from being able to stay connected and talking about the comic during the hiatus, on a platform OCCUPIED BY THE OTHER HALF OF HER DEMOGRAPHIC, LITERALLY ADULT WOMEN ?? What is that supposed to achieve? If she wants to give her mods a break, sure, okay, do that for a few weeks, but four months? Is she so allergic to fans being able to theorize or "figure her out" (because god knows Rachel doesn't like being predictable) or, god forbid, is she worried about giving them too much "freedom" to reflect and discuss the comic during this time without the weekly dopamine distraction hits that they actually stop and realize how shitty the comic is right now?
All I can say is, as much as we're theorizing that LO is going to be getting a 4th season, I really do hope this midseason hiatus is its last. Whatever life this comic has left is being choked out by Rachel and Webtoons' own hands.
And when it does go out, it better go out with a bang. That's the least it can do for itself and its community at this point.
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Recently I saw people slandering Ace for what he did in the last few chapters of ep 1 to Riddle and because I am petty and salty, I'm going to defend Ace to the death here like my life depends on it
*I've posted this before but this time I'm going into more detail so yeah. Also this is written with spite I am going to be so passive aggressive sorry
why ace demanding a tart and a party from riddle is not bad, you guys just cant read, an analysis:
Let us begin by establishing what happens on the surface of the last few scenes of ep 1.
Riddle has just come back from overblotting. He begins to admit to the things he always wanted as well as the things he cared/didn't care about. For example, he lists that he wanted to eat the chestnut tart that Ace and friends prepared. He likes milk tea better than lemon tea, he wants to hang out with his friends and talk to lots of people after a meal.
After saying these things, he promptly breaks down, crying. However, the moment is ruined as Ace tells him that he won't forgive him, just because he's crying, and he promptly demands a party and a tart.
To some, this may be seen as an assholish move. Riddle has finally admitted to his wrongs, and yet Ace has the audacity to see this broken kid in tears and go "I still don't forgive you". That's terrible right?
WRONG.
Now that we have established what happens on the surface, let us establish reasons as to why Ace may be upset at Riddle, just to have everything on the table first because there is a lot to unpack here.
First off, Riddle kicked Ace out of his own dorm. This issue was brushed over, as Ace went to Yuu for shelter, but let's really stop to consider how ridiculous this is. Riddle, a dorm head, whose job is to care for the students in his dorm, kicked Ace out of the dorm without knowing if he would even have a place to sleep at night...because he ate his food.
If Ace had no friends at the time, he would have no where to sleep, and considering this is a magical school, there might be weird shit crawling around at night and idk about you but the prospect of it is completely terrifying to me. Not to mention, Ace is a first year. Everything on campus is new and unfamiliar to him. This has got to make things at least a good percentage more terrifying.
Secondly, Riddle threw away the tart that Ace made for him. At this point, Ace has come to the conclusion that he idk needs a place to sleep at night and he needs to be able to use magic (Riddle's collar is still cancelling Ace's magic...in a magic school. This is objectively detrimental to his studies). And so he makes Riddle a tart, not even being sassy about it, like the guy genuinely is offering this hoping to be forgiven. And what does Riddle do? Throw it away.
Working hard on something, and having someone badmouth it is one thing. To have the person you made said thing for PHYSICALLY DESTROY IT right in front of you...is probably not a good feeling. Ace is stronger than me I would've cried but anyways
Thirdly, in case you guys forgot, Ace was pissed but still kept his calm until Riddle insulted Yuu's lack of education, as well as the fact that their parents could not use magic. Despite everything that had happened to him, Ace did not snap and resort to violence until his friend was insulted. The only time he actually lost it was when he became angry on behalf of his friend, as well as the only person that would let him stay over after Riddle had kicked him out of his dorm.
I don't know if this particular fact plays any part in Ace's anger, but it's something to note that Riddle calls out Yuu for having parents who cannot use magic, and Ace has mentioned that his father cannot use magic either. It's possible that he may have taken it personally as well, but that fact was not revealed at the time of Episode 1's release, so I won't go into it much.
Fourth and lastly, putting aside all previous offenses, Riddle straight up nearly killed Ace. Yes, Riddle was not in the right state of mind and yes, going through overblot is extremely stressful and damaging to him. But the one being attacked was Ace. Overblot is exceedingly rare, and there were a variety of ways this could have gone badly had they not had the power of plot armor. Honestly, the fact that Ace wasn't angrier with Riddle is commendable because how do you respond to someone apologizing for almost killing you like.
C'mon now. Be honest how many of you guys would be willing to forgive and forget. Would you not feel a little wary? Or upset? Because I guess now you can't even be properly angry because he apparently wasn't in the right state of mind when he tried to kill you. I'm sure it was probably complicated for Ace but he handled it like a champ tbh. Anyways
Now we have established all the reasons why Ace is, (hopefully by now you guys understand) understandably angry, I hope you guys keep these things in mind as we continue forth.
Since we have now laid out the facts, let us finally dive into the actual analysis.
Regardless of how we feel about Ace's alleged insensitivity and demands, we can all agree that what Riddle did to Ace was in no way okay right? It was straight up shitty. And what did Ace ask for as compensation for 1) kicking him out of his dorm 2) throwing away his hard work 3) insulting his friend and 4) nearly killing him? A redo party and a tart.
My guy could've asked for anything in the world, anything at all. Riddle knew his faults, and he probably knew that Ace had every right to embarrass him, punish him, or ask something outrageous of him.
And yet all that he asked for was a redo party and a tart that Riddle himself baked. It almost sounds too simple, too easy really. This is the first sign that what he asked for is not as simple as what it may seem on the surface.
But before we talk about that, let's loop back to the whole point of this chapter. Riddle was a tyrant because he never faced any consequences for his actions. There are two sides to this. The first side is as mentioned above, he was a tyrant because no one ever thought to berate him for his actions.
Riddle overblotting and nearly straight up killing people is by far the biggest mistake he could have ever made. It's not something small, it could actually end someone's life. If you don't enforce some consequences then, when will you enforce consequences? Until someone actually dies???
That is precisely why Riddle needed to face some sort of consequence for his actions. In this case, what the consequences were did not matter. What mattered was that he needed to know "What you did was wrong and when you do this shitty thing, something is going to happen".
Now, the second side to Riddle's complex is the fact that Riddle may be an absolute tyrant now, but in his childhood, he was reprimanded and punished for the smallest of mistakes. Being punished is a large part of his trauma, which is exactly why I mentioned above "something is going to happen" instead of "there will be punishment for bad behavior". Because what Riddle needs is not punishment, and Ace knows this.
Ace knew full well that Riddle was in a rough spot, and he saw Riddle breaking down in front of his eyes. He could've humiliated Riddle as punishment, kick him out of the dorm, make him face the same things Ace himself went through as a result of Riddle's actions. However, he asked for a redo party and a tart, neither of which Riddle associates with "punishment". On the contrary, these are things Riddle likes.
Moments before Riddle cries, he admits that he wanted to eat the tart Ace made for him, and that he wanted to hang out with friends too.
What Ace requested of Riddle was less for himself and more for Riddle. He gave him a consequence that would require hard work, but did not have any traumatic or negative associations tied to it. If anything, it would be something Riddle enjoyed doing. It was not punishment, it was a consequence. It's much more gentle than any consequence Riddle had ever faced in his life.
This is also further demonstrated when Ace was able to laugh off his tart tasting horribly. If he really cared about the party, if he really cared about the tart, if any of his demands meant anything personally to him, Ace would've been more upset. But he wasn't.
When Ace refused to forgive Riddle as he cried, many characters called him out for being a jerk. However, Yuu comments after Ace demands a redo party and a tart, saying that Ace isn't very honest. They know that Ace's way of saying things may be rude, but he truly does have Riddle's best interests in mind.
Also side note but I think it's really funny how Ace gets so much shit for interrupting Riddle and saying he won't forgive him, when TREY was also part of the conversation. Riddle started crying, Ace says he won't forgive Riddle, and Trey comes in and says no what you did was wrong and you need to apologize rn 💀
Only after that did Ace demand a redo party and yet people are out here bitching about Ace being terrible to Riddle and not forgiving him instantly while he's crying.
Trey interjecting to tell Riddle off is like a key point in his character arc too because he finally stepped up to say something when Riddle was in his right mind so idk how u guys just conveniently forgot Trey's involvement in Riddle's post overblot and pin everything on Ace.
However TO CONCLUDE, the party and tart that Ace asked for was very much a form of symbolism and a chance for Riddle to start over with a clean slate.
(Also last minute adding this in but having a redo party is a great idea because things may still be tense between Riddle and his dorm mates, and if Riddle is now hosting another party without all the strictness, it will show to his previously angered dorm mates that he has changed and they have no need to be wary of/continue to hate him.)
It is not just Ace being selfish or Ace being mean and I'm going to bite the next person that says so. Thank u for coming to my ted talk
#yes i am going to put this in the main tags because. im salty#twisted wonderland#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts
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your shitty ex // colby brock
A/N: this idea came to me a while back (literally almost a year ago) and i had plans to write it and post it back in september. that didn't happen, but at least i finally got around to finishing it. sorry it took so long, life has just been a bit hectic lately. lmk what you think and i promise the next fic i write won't take as long lol :)
prompt: partying at the trap house should have been fun, but your terrible ex showed up. colby pretends to be your boyfriend, and then gives you the boyfriend treatment you deserve. || plus size!fem!reader x colby brock
trigger warning: self-deprecation/doubt, asshole!ex, like seriously… he’s the fucking worst, overprotective!colby, party scene, drinking, cursing, SMUT, light body worship/appreciation, so many 'sweethearts' and 'darlings'
word count: 5894
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“Colby, recite the alphabet backwards in twenty seconds, and if not, drink three times.” Sam stated.
“What?! How am I supposed to do that?” Colby exclaimed sassily.
“Come on, it's not that hard.” Sam retorted.
Colby sighed, “Z-X-Y-W-”
Sam cut him off. “Brother, you already fucked up.”
Colby rolled his eyes dramatically, causing us all to bust out laughing as he took a long sip of his drink.
I had been friendly with Sam and Colby for about a year now, thanks to being good friends with Katrina. This was the first time I had ever been over their house during a huge party; a real "Trap House party", as they described it. The music was loud and there were people all over their backyard chilling, dancing, and playing in the pool.
We all decided to stick together, playing a drinking game called 'Piccolo'. It was fun but lead to us finishing our drinks really fast.
"I'm all out. Do you wanna go in with me to get another?" Kat asked me, shaking her empty White Claw can at me.
I nodded, getting up with her. “Sure.”
Colby chimed in. “Can you grab me another?”
"We'll think about it!" Kat yelled back as we walked further away.
As we trudged through the doors and into the dining room/kitchen area, Kat turned back to me. "So, how are you enjoying yourself?"
“I'm doing alright for the most part. I do feel a bit... out of place, though.” I mentioned vaguely.
“What why?” Kat questioned.
Shit, I shouldn't have said that.
As a bigger bodied person, you kind of become observant to your surroundings, noticing when you're the only one like you in the general area. But I was trying to be better, not to be so self-conscious. I had been doing better recently, but I couldn't shake the feeling of knowing how much size I was taking up.
I didn't want Kat to know why I felt the way I did. I didn't want pity.
“Um, well, I just feel like I'm the only non-influencer here. I guess I just feel a bit... under-dressed. Not to mention I hate big crowds.” I semi-lied.
“First off, you look great. And secondly, you have nothing to worry about.” Kat grabbed two drinks from the fridge, handing me one. “A lot of people here are friends with Sam and Colby and aren't judgey towards people that aren't influencers. Just try to have fun tonight, okay? You deserve it.”
I grabbed another White Claw from the fridge for Colby. “I'll do my best.”
Sliding back through the doors, we got back over to the tiki hut were Sam and Colby were sitting. I handed Colby his drink and he nodded at me.
"Let me say the next question!" Kat shouted, taking Sam's phone from his hand.
She tapped through a couple questions, choking back a laugh when she stopped on one. "Oh my God."
“What? What's the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
She showed it to Sam, and he repeated it, growing quiet. "Drink three times if you've... ever faked an orgasm."
“Did you put it on crazy questions?” Kat gasped.
“You told me to!” Sam grinned.
“Well, I wasn't expecting a question like that.” She huffed jokingly.
Colby looked around the group. “So... has anyone done that?”
Sam glared at Kat, "Don't you dare."
“I wasn't going to drink.” She argued.
I sighed, grabbing my can and opening it up, taking three sips.
“Y/N, you've had to?!” Kat squeaked.
“That's what happens when you have a garbage ex.” I informed.
“Really?” Colby inquired.
“Yeah. He never cared if I got off or not.” I commented, “He also never went down on me.”
“Okay, tmi.” Sam mumbled.
Kat smacked his arm, turning back to me. “Seriously? That's terrible. What a loser.”
“I'll drink to that.” Kat and I tapped our cans together, taking a sip. Colby glanced at me as he brought his drink to his lips as well.
~~~~~
“Fuck! …Nice shot.” Colby rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his drink.
“Thanks. I'm surprised I'm good at this.” I snickered.
“How many times have you played?” He asked.
“Twice. This is my second time.” I smiled.
“Wow, you're a natural.” Colby aimed up his next throw, missing my cups and grimacing. “Are you having fun? I know Kat told me big parties aren't usually your thing.”
I picked up the ping pong ball, throwing it and getting it into Colby’s cups. “I'm okay. A little uncomfortable for a hundred different reasons, but I'm having fun.”
He cocked his head, removing the cup. “Why? What's wrong?”
“I just don't like being in big crowds of people. I kinda feel like everyone is judging me and how I look.” I answered truthfully.
“I feel that way sometimes too.” He agreed.
“I think my anxiety gets worse when I see that no one looks like me.” I continued.
He threw the ball and it landed in one of my cups. “What do you mean?”
Fuck. Me. There's no way to explain that away.
I bit my lip awkwardly, removing the cup. “Like... big.”
“Oh,” Colby’s face twisted for a second, but then he looked back up at me. “Well, even if that is the case, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable. Fuck anyone who thinks you aren't beautiful. Because you are.”
“You're a very good liar.” I snorted, lining up my shot.
“What's there to lie about? You're gorgeous.” He responded sweetly.
I missed all of his cups, sighing. “Okay, do you want me to throw the game?”
“Hey, you can't blame that on me!” Colby chuckled.
I sucked my teeth at him, narrowing my eyes. I glanced behind him for a second and froze, seeing someone a few feet behind Colby.
In all his terrible glory stood my ex, Eddie. His eyes landed on mine, and he smirked devilishly.
My eyes widened, my heart dropping. “Fuck me, he's here?!”
Colby turned around, confused. “What? Who?”
I rushed over to him, hissing. “My ex.”
“Your ex? The one you were talking about earlier?” He questioned.
I groaned. “Yeah, him. Fuck, he's coming over.”
Colby’s eyes landed on Eddie, side-eyeing me. “Was it bad when you guys ended?”
“Yeah, but that's not why I don't want to see him.” I faced Colby, my back towards my incoming ex, “Every time he sees me, he likes to embarrass me. Call me names.”
“He does that?” He muttered, shocked.
“And so much more, you have no idea,” I exhaled. Then a thought popped into my head, “Pretend to be my boyfriend.”
“What?” Colby blinked.
“Just say yes.” I pleaded.
Before he could answer, I felt an aggressive tap on my shoulder. I spun to see Eddie’s smug face. “Oh hey Y/N. I'm surprised you're here. Didn't think they let anyone and everyone in.”
“I could say the same for you. How's your follower count doing?” I jeered, my face dropping.
“It's fine.” Eddie glanced away, annoyed. Then he turned to Colby. “Well, aren't you going to introduce me, Y/N?”
“Eddie, this is-” I started.
Colby interrupted. “-Colby, her boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh really?” Eddie hummed, leaning into Colby. “How much did she pay you?”
Colby furrowed his brows. “Excuse me?”
“I can only assume she paid you to take her to this party.” Eddie chortled.
“This is my house.” Colby deadpanned.
I could tell Eddie was upset, but he held back his jealousy. “Wow. That's crazy. You have a beautiful home.”
He kept his tone the same. “Thank you.”
“Why are you slumming it with her?” Eddie jested.
Colby turned to me, lowering his voice. “This guy can't be forreal.”
I exhaled. “No, he is.”
Eddie interjected. “Well, as her previous and only boyfriend, can I give you some advice?”
“Nah, I'm good.” Colby shook his head.
Eddie ignored him. “Just try to keep her away from the junk food. I know she'll she-hulk through a door to get some, so I suggest putting them up on a high shelf.”
I scoffed. “Not like you could reach the highest shelf either. You are only 5'7.”
“5'9,” Eddie gritted his teeth, glaring at me. Then he sneered, “I know it's been two years since you last saw me, but is it really that hard to remember my height, piggy?”
I felt my mouth dry up, my lungs inhaling sharply.
Colby stepped towards Eddie. “What the hell did you just call her?”
“Piggy.” Eddie’s eyes remained on mine, then he glanced up at Colby, putting his hands up defensively. “Oh, she knows it's a term of endearment. Besides, I wouldn't have to call her it if she wasn't so big.”
I hadn't heard that word in two years. And I thought with all the time that had passed, it wouldn't affect me the way it once did. But in the split second of hearing it, I felt like I was back in my old shoes again. Back in my old relationship with him.
I couldn't hear any more of his words, my eyes welling up with tears. I backed away and started to leave.
He said something to Colby, laughing loudly and drawing attention from the people around us. I didn't listen, my hearing and vision swirling around me.
I sped up my pace, not knowing where to go. I just wanted to be away from people, from him. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I covered my face with my hands. I rushed to the side of Sam and Colby's house. The area was hidden away by a gate and all that was back here was some trash cans.
Couldn't have been a better analogy for my self-esteem.
I leaned against the wall and tried to calm down, my chest heaving. I wiped tears away with my sleeves, but they came back immediately.
"Y/N? Are you back here?" I heard Colby's voice suddenly.
"Yeah." I croaked.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Come here." Colby walked up to me, pulling me into his chest.
I wrapped my arms around him, trying my best not to sob into his shirt. He rubbed my back gently, trying to calm me down.
“What a fucking asshole.” He pulled back, “Was he like that all the time?”
“In the beginning, no. He was really sweet and caring. And then half a year into our relationship, he just stopped being nice. He used to make fun of my weight all the time. That fucking nickname... God, I hated him for it and he knew it upset me,” I sniffled, brushing my tears off my cheeks. “I tried to leave him once and he begged me to take him back. And I did. I'm a fucking idiot.”
Colby cupped my neck, making me look up at him. “No, you're not. He's manipulated you.”
I swallowed hard, leaning into Colby’s touch. “He used to tell me all the time that no one would love me if I left him... that's why I stayed so long. Eventually I couldn't handle it anymore, so I just up and left.”
“You did the right thing. Fuck that guy.” He spat.
I quipped. “Would you believe me if I said that that was him being nice?”
Colby tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, staring deep into my eyes. “I'm so sorry. You don't deserve to be treated like that, Y/N.”
I didn't reply. I wasn't sure what to say, or if I even really believed his words.
“Are you okay to go back to the party? He went inside and he'll be leaving soon.” Colby asked.
I sighed. “Yeah, I'll be okay.”
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It had been two hours since the whole incident with Eddie. Colby had made it his mission to take my mind off it, and he was succeeding... for the most part.
I still couldn't believe out of all the parties that were probably happening tonight Eddie had to be here.
I was relaxing with Colby's friends by the pool, but the lack of spots caused me and a couple others to have to stand.
Colby patted his thighs. “Y/N, come sit on my lap.”
“What? No, I'm okay.” I dissented lightly.
He scrunched his face up. “Are you sure? You've been standing for over an hour.”
I shrugged off the heavy feeling in my legs. "I'm fine."
“Do you want to sit down? Be honest.” Colby responded, looking me in the eyes.
I admitted bashfully. “…I do.”
“Then sit on my lap.” He argued, smiling.
I sucked my teeth. “I could squish you.”
“Don't think that's possible.” He remarked.
“I'm fine standing.” I affirmed.
“Seriously, just come sit on my lap.” He persisted.
“I feel like you're just flirting with me at this point.” I joked, snickering.
He stated, “Y/N...”
“What?” I puzzled.
"I'm not gonna ask again." His voice was low, his eyes almost dilating under the dim light of the yard. I felt goosebumps trickle all over my skin, my heart skipping a beat.
I ignored my feelings, rolling my eyes dramatically and coming over to him. I lightly sat down on his lap, his arms wrapping around me softly; one arm around my back and another rested sweetly on my knee.
He murmured. “Isn't this better?”
“I guess...” I pulled back, “I'm not squishing you, right?”
Colby rolled his eyes sarcastically. “I'll let you know if you do.”
I leaned my one arm on his shoulder, taking a sip of my drink with the other. Colby continued to talk to his friend next to him, his hand on my knee lightly rubbing slow circles. I gazed down at Colby's face, losing my train of thought.
Wow, he's hot.
I mean, I knew he was attractive when I first met him over a year ago, but up close and personal... he's something else entirely. His eyes were even bluer in person. His voice was so sensual.
And his lips... well, now I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
They were so plump and pink, just dying to be kissed.
Okay, where did that thought come from?
I took another long swig of my drink, trying to relax myself. My face was heating up from my own thoughts, and I didn’t want Colby to know I’ve been staring at him all this time.
Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. I glanced down at it, a text popping up from an unknown number.
You should stop sitting on his lap. You’re gonna break him with your fat ass.
Fuck... it was Eddie. He must have changed his number, since I blocked it right after we broke up.
“Who the fuck sent that?” Colby asked, staring down at my lap.
I quickly deleted the text, feeling embarrassed. “Um, I think it was Eddie.”
“How the fuck would he know you’re sitting on my lap?” Colby glanced around hastily, trying to find him. I looked too, and not a second later, I saw him. Eddie was hanging out across the pool, smirking at me. He waved, giving a little nod.
“He’s over on the other side of the pool.” I told him quietly.
“I told him to leave.” He grunted.
“Wait, you did?” I gasped lowly, questioning.
“Among some other things...” I furrowed my brows at Colby. He glanced up and continued. “I basically said if he didn’t leave, I would kick his shins in.”
“You could go to jail for that.” I replied lightheartedly.
“Well, I’ve gone to jail for much less...” Colby finally landed his eyes on Eddie, who looked away immediately. “Has he been watching us this whole time?”
“Probably.” I shrugged.
“Well... if he’s gonna stare,” Colby looked my body over, stopping on my eyes, “..maybe we should give him a show.”
I gazed down at him, my eyes widening. “W-what do you mean?”
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly, then smiled mischievously. “I mean, I am your fake boyfriend after all.”
I stuttered. “I-I don’t...”
“If you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay. But I feel like he’s only bothering you because he’s upset you’ve moved on and he hasn’t. Why not show him what he’s missing?” Colby’s face got closer to mine, his breath fanning across me.
I bit my lip, glancing at Eddie from the corner of my eye.
I’ve let him have too long of a hold on me. I’m so tired of playing his games, and Colby’s right. This asshole is upset because I have someone and he doesn’t.
Granted, he doesn’t know the person I have isn’t actually my boyfriend, but he doesn’t need to know that.
I placed my drink down, taking a deep breath. “You know what? ...Fuck it.”
Colby smirked up at me, leaning in quickly and connecting our lips. I wrapped my other arm around him, lightly pulling on his hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue glided against my bottom lip as his hand moved further up my leg, caressing my thigh. As our tongues danced against each other, I could feel eyes on me, so I pulled away sheepishly.
“Um, maybe we should go somewhere a little more private?” I motioned towards the house.
He bit his lip, “Sounds good to me.”
I stood up, my legs shaking slightly under me as Colby guided me through the backyard and into his house. We made it into the hallway by the kitchen before he stopped and turned back to me.
He pressed me up against the wall, leaning down and kissing me again. I giggled against the kiss, his hands tickling my sides.
His tongue glided across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth more and he slowly slide his tongue in. His hands gripped my hips tightly, my body arching into him. My hands pulled at the front of his shirt, pressing him closer into me.
Colby pulled his lips away for a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Wha-?” I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.
“Were you serious before...? About him not... pleasing you?” He inquired.
I sputtered, “Uh. I-”
“Sorry if that's a bit forward.” He chuckled.
“No, it's fine. I was the one that mentioned it,” I giggled. “But yeah. He never... pleased me.”
“And he never went down on you?” He asked bluntly.
I blushed, surprised at Colby’s words. “...No.”
“Hmm. Well then, as your fake boyfriend,” He trailed off, his hands drifting up and down my body. “I guess I gotta show you what you're missing …If you're up for it.”
I stammered, “Y-you mean like right now?”
“Well not right now right now. Unless you really feel like doing it in the hallway.” He stated cheekily.
I gaped. “Colby!”
“What? You're the one that asked.” He teased.
Colby pressed his forehead against mine, our lips grazing each other’s. His hand cupped my face gently, his thumb rubbing my cheek.
I shuddered out a breath. I wasn't sure what I should do. But before I could even really think, a 'yes' fell from my lips.
“Yes? You sure?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
He beamed. “Okay.”
Colby grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine as he walked me up to his bedroom. My heart thudded in my chest, my nerves getting higher with each step I took.
We entered his room, Colby shutting and locking the door behind me. I gazed around, surprised at his decor. I kept my back to him as I spoke. “It's very... dark in here. Almost like a dungeon.”
He smirked, closing the space between us. “You're not the first to say that to me.”
His lips pressed a kiss into my shoulder, then danced across my skin until he reached just under my ear. His arms wrapped around me, forcing my body against his. He nipped at my skin, my head falling back against his shoulder to give him more room. He continued kissing my neck, his hand snaking up my body. His fingertips traced along my collarbone; my heart almost banging out of my chest.
Colby whispered huskily. “Do I make you nervous?”
I hummed. “Clearly.”
“There's no need to be nervous, baby. Lay down on the bed for me.” My stomach fluttered at the sound of his voice; how surprisingly gentle it was.
I sat down on the bed, turning to face him. I pushed myself backwards until I was laying down, Colby following my movements until he was hovering above me.
He kissed my lips quickly, and then slowly moved down to my neck again, finding the spot from before. It was more sensitive now, the hickey beginning to form. My body arched into his again, a small whimper falling from my lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, our bodies pressing together.
Colby's kisses slid past my neck and onto my chest. His breath fanned across my skin, raising goosebumps.
His hands roamed my sides, rubbing them softly. "Can I take this off?"
I nodded, unsure of how my voice would sound if I spoke. He pulled my shirt up and off my body swiftly. His eyes danced across my newly exposed skin, a light blush creeped up my neck and cheeks.
“Gorgeous.” He marveled.
Before I could even register what he had said, his mouth was on my body again. He peppered my skin with kisses, his lips running along the tops of my breasts. I shivered against him.
Effortlessly, Colby's hands slid behind me and unhooked my bra. He lightly pulled it off my body, his eyes making immediate contact with my chest. I glanced away, but he cupped my face and turned me to look at him. “You are absolutely beautiful.”
“You don't have to say that.” I muttered.
“What?” He questioned, cocking his head.
Shit. “I-I didn't mean to say that out loud.”
“Hey, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You really are beautiful, Y/N.” Colby assured.
He leaned down and pecked my lips gently, easing his way down to my breasts. I gasped as his lips kissed my nipple, his fingers tracing and teasing the other one. His movements were soft and tender, causing my body to shudder. I arched into him, and he smirked up at me. His mouth left my chest, and he inched his way down my stomach, leaving more kisses in his wake. He stopped right above the buttons of my shorts.
"I couldn't take my eyes off of you the whole party." He admitted.
“I noticed.” I joked.
Colby propped himself up for a moment, taking his shirt off. My eyes widened at his body, tone and sculpted like a god. The lines that dipped low into his pants made my mouth water.
He snickered. “You good there?”
My eyes met his, “Never been better.”
He leaned down again, bring his lips close to mine, but not kissing me. I reached up, trying to meet his lips but he pulled away, letting out a little chuckle when I glared. “What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?”
“W-What?” My voice faltered.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Use your words.” He commanded tenderly.
My breath hitched in my throat. The look in Colby's eyes made my hips twitch, needing some form of relief. I could tell from the way he held back a smile that he liked teasing me.
I traced my hand down his arm, lightly grabbing his wrist and pressing it against my clothed core. "I want you to touch me."
"Like this?" He cupped my sex, his thumb tracing up and down, pressing my wet panties into my clit.
I swallowed hard, my eyes closing in pleasure. "Just like that, yeah."
“But you need more, don't you? This isn't enough for you.” He cooed, rubbing me gently.
“N-no it's not.” I shook my head mindlessly.
He brought his lips to me ear, his voice dark. “What else you want, baby? Do you want me to taste you?”
I bit my lip hard, holding back my moans. "Yes."
“Say it. Say it for me darling.” He ordered.
“I want you to taste me.” I uttered hungrily.
“Gladly.” Colby's hands unbuttoned my shorts in record speed, sliding them off my legs even faster. He kept eye contact with me as he lowered my underwear off of me, throwing it behind him. His icy blue eyes made my body clench in arousal.
He leaned down, kissing and licking up my thigh until his hot breath fanned across my aching cunt. I swallowed hard, my hips moving towards his mouth.
“Eager, darling?” He grinned playfully.
I gulped. “Stop teasing me, Colby.”
"I can't. You're just so cute when you're frustrated." He smirked, then stared down at my thighs. He ran his hands up and down, my skin warming up under his touch. "God, your thighs are so sexy."
“They're big.” I grumbled.
“And sexy. Wrap them around me, baby.” Colby pushed my legs up, my thighs resting on his shoulders. He glanced up at me for a moment, a devilish look in his eye. Then, his mouth finally connected with my sex, his tongue gliding up my lips.
I shuddered, my hips grinding against his mouth as he plunged his tongue deeper. My one hand found its way into his hair, the other gripped the silky sheets on his bed. Colby removed his mouth for a moment, nibbling on my inner thigh.
“You taste so good, sweetheart.” He moaned, closing his eyes
I whined, “I need more, Colby.”
"Whatever you want, baby. It's yours.” His mouth connected with my clit, my hips bucking forward from the sensation. I couldn't hold back my moans as Colby applied more pressure to my clit with his tongue, rubbing slow circles. Suddenly, he slid a finger inside of me, my breath hitching in my throat.
“So wet for me.” He hissed.
I writhed under him. “Fuck, Colby! Please don't stop.”
Colby added another finger, curling them and pressing into me deeply. I could feel the buildup of my orgasm already, his motions bringing me so much pleasure.
He gasped, increasing his speed. “You're close, aren't you sweetheart? I can feel you tighten around me already.”
“Yeahhh, I'm close.” I panted, bucking my hips.
“I can't wait to be inside of you. God, you already feel so good!” He rasped harshly.
Colby replaced his fingers with his tongue, the change causing my body to quake under him. “Fuck yourself on my tongue, that's it baby.”
My hips bucked wildly against his mouth, a groan falling from his lips as I sped up. His fingers moved to my clit, rubbing faster and faster. His mouth and tongue devouring me. My stomach clenched as I hit the edge.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Do it, Y/N.” He grunted.
I cried out as my orgasm shook through me, my body obeying Colby. I thrusted against his mouth repeatedly as my juices leaked down my thighs. Colby moaned against my clit, my hips trembling against his lips.
"Such a pretty girl..." He whispered, his mouth trailing up my body, leaving sloppy kisses. He rested his forehead against mine as I caught my breath. "How was that?"
“It was… alright.” I breathed sarcastically.
Colby gasped, “Only alright? I'll have to try harder next time.” After a long pause, he cupped my face. "You ready to keep going?"
My eyes trailed over his body eagerly, “Absolutely.”
“Perfect. Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror, darling.” His tone made my pussy throb, his commanding but sweet nature. Colby slid off the bed, pulling his jeans and underwear down and off. I stared as his hard cock smacked against his stomach.
Not only was Colby better than my ex, he was bigger too.
I faced his dresser mirror, staying upright and watching him. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His hips pressed into my bare ass, his erection brushing up against my back. Colby leaned in; his mouth pressed against my ear. "Do you feel me against you?"
"Mhmm." I hummed, closing my eyes softly.
"You made me this hard, baby. This," Colby pushed himself even more into me, "...is all because of you."
He kissed and nipped at my neck, a sigh fell from my lips as he did. My thighs squeezed together in pleasure at his words. He pulled away and went to his drawer pulling out a condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth, taking the condom and slowly sliding it down his shaft.
“Get down, sweetheart.” Colby's hand traced down my back, stopping on the small of it as I lowered myself onto the bed.
He lined up his cock behind me, spreading my legs more. His tip traced along my slit, my body arching into him. “Fuck, I need you so bad. You ready, Y/N?”
“Please Colby...” I begged wantonly.
He inched himself inside of me, both of us moaning in ecstasy. His hands grabbed my hips tightly, pulling me all the way back on his dick. My body relaxed onto his member as we both remained still for a moment.
He pulled out slowly and eased back into me, starting a slow but sensual pace. His hands rubbed circles into my hips as he fucked me. Suddenly, he smacked my ass. A sharp gasp fell from my lips. “Fuck, your ass is so sexy, baby. I've been staring at it all night.”
“You have?” I peeked over my shoulder.
“Oh yeah. Couldn't take my eyes off it. Look in the mirror babe.” He lowered himself down and whispered, “Watch me fuck you.”
My body quivered as I looked forward into the mirror. My eyes traced the outline of Colby’s body. His abs clenched as his hips rocked forward into me, my body jolting with each of his thrusts. His chest glistened with sweat as he licked his lips and met my gaze. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
"Fuck..." My eyes dropped away from his intense stare. "Go faster."
Colby picked up speed, the smacking of our hips echoing off the walls. He glided his hand down my back and to my hand that rest on the bed, grabbing it and pulling it behind my back, holding onto me. I couldn't help but mewl at the new sensation rushing through my body. “Look up, baby.”
I opened my eyes and stared in the mirror, watching Colby fuck me faster. I bit my lip hard, his thrusts making me want to scream out in pleasure.
“You're such a pretty girl. Look at yourself right now.” Our eyes met, and he slowed his hips down, “Say it, sweetheart. Say you're a pretty girl.”
I hesitated. “What?”
“Say you're a pretty girl for me.” He repeated.
“I-I'm...” I choked out, not able to finish the sentence.
Colby stopped moving his hips, pulling out almost completely. “I guess you don't want me to keep fucking you.”
I whimpered. “Noooo, don't stop.”
He snarled, “Then say it.”
“I'm a pretty girl.” I mumbled lowly.
Colby slipped his cock deep into me, starting his pace back up. “Again.”
“I'm a pretty girl.” I said louder, my voice desperate.
He thrusted hastily, his hand coming around and rubbing my clit. “Louder, darling.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I bounced on his dick, the new added pressure from my clit making it hard to think. “I-I'm a prettyyy girl!”
“That's it baby! Say you're my pretty girl.” He commanded, pounding me harder.
I moaned helplessly, “Oh God, I'm your p-pretty girl.
“Who’s pretty girl are you?” He growled, gripping my hip and arm tightly.
“Your pretty girl, Colby!” I sobbed.
“Fuck yeah you are! God, I can feel you clenching around me again. You gonna come?” Colby asked, his voice hoarse.
My body vibrated against him. “Yessss.”
“Don't until I tell you, baby. Be a good girl for me.” He demanded.
“Fuck Colby I'm right there! Please let me come!” I begged, wailing.
His cock jackhammered into my pussy repeatedly, going harder and faster with each thrust. I squeezed around him as my moans got louder and louder.
“That's it, Y/N. Come for me! Scream my name. Tell everyone at this party who's fucking you!” His voice thundered.
His name and expletives fell from my lips, my cunt convulsing around him as my orgasm ripped through me. A second later Colby's high hit, his cock slammed into me passionately as his groans grew almost as loud as mine. I could almost feel myself blacking out from all the pleasure, my body collapsing onto the bed. Colby let go of my arm, his hand sliding away from my clit as he caught himself above me. His chest heaved against my back as he pulled out of me slowly, laying down next to me on the bed.
“Oh... my God.” He shuddered, turning his head to me. “Y/N, you okay?”
“Y-yeah. I... I’m so good.” I smiled breathlessly.
We laid in his bed silently for a couple minutes, time passing slowly. Colby traced his hand up and down my back, my body relaxing into his touch. My eyes met his, a light smile resting on his face. He leaned in and pecked my lips sweetly, then he pulled himself up and out of bed.
I turned over and watched Colby lazily get dressed. He pulled his underwear and jeans on, and then turned to face me.
“C'mon baby. We got a party to go back to.” He slapped my ass playfully.
“I almost forgot there was a party happening downstairs.” I sassed. As I sat up, my thoughts immediately drifted back to Eddie. My face twisted at the vision of him still being here.
“What's wrong, love?” Colby asked, cupping my face to look up at him.
I murmured. “Eddie.”
Colby stayed silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing. Then he spoke, "Don't worry about it."
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on quickly, picking up his phone and calling someone. He stepped away from me, opening the door to his balcony and looking out to the party. I furrowed my brows at his actions, putting my panties and bra back on.
He stepped back in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Finish getting dress. I want you to see something.”
I laughed at his expression, throwing my clothes on quickly. Colby opened the door to his bedroom, pulling me out with him. I glanced down at foyer, seeing a couple people standing around, drinking, and talking. Suddenly a loud commotion echoed off the walls, a man’s voice yelling about being kicked out. Two big security guys pushed this man through the foyer towards the door, the man yelling at them.
I inhaled, covering my mouth. “Oh my god is that-?”
“Hey Eddie?!” Colby shouted down.
Eddie looked up at Colby and me, his eyes widening at the sight.
He waved and then flipped him off. “Get the fuck out of my house!”
Eddie bitched at the security but was forced out before he could say anything to Colby and me. I gaped at Colby, speechless.
"Now we can go back to the party." Colby smiled and winked at me, leaving my side to walk down the stairs.
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finale. damn your love.
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pairing: james x fem!reader.
content warnings: james being kind of an ass, cheating on lily, lily will be probably shit talked (i luv her i'm very sorry !), mistress!reader, uhhh cursing, not totally AU but like... canon divergent i would say. probably hurt/no comfort unless i switch the ending but--
worth mentioning: reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. paragraphs completely in italic are flashbacks. pro quidditch player!james. muggle born!reader.
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chapter 4, finale.
you spent the whole afternoon with some cousins, talking about the whole france thing, asking questions and trying to understand why they didn't move there when your aunt, their mother, did. stable job, pregnancy... all reasons you certainly didn't have to hold you back. you could ask to be transferred to france's ministry of magic, or just take a muggle job as you thought about sometimes. and you definitely didn't have a baby on the way, nor a husband, or a boyfriend.
still, your heart was full of uncertainty, is the perfect place to fall in love, one of your cousins said, and you laughed as if love wasn't the problem to begin with, as if love wasn't the one thing pushing you away from your home town because you were too weak.
you got home and by instinct started roaming around your apartment, looking at every picture, the place was full of things you loved, things you were dearly attached to and would deeply miss like your friends, the rest of your family, the london weather you could always see from your window... and obviously, james.
you weren't innocent to believe he would even remember you when making a decision like this, you very much knew if the roles were reverse he probably would be in france by now, and that hurt, that cut your hurt deeply, knowing he didn't care was a terrible feeling, but still, you cared, you didn't really want to live away from him, because even after everything he put you through, you loved him.
even when you were angry you couldn't imagina a life without james, it wasn't easy to switch your brain around completely, fact was that for too long you were sure that being close to him, that having him even for a night was the best for you, because you had him. and a life where you wouldn't have him at all seemed... empty.
but that emptiness seemed like such a relief if it came with no longer being his second option, not having to hear her name, not being the one he looks for to complain about her while also not doing anything to leave her. that seemed comforting. and the right thing. but you still were confused. it was too big of a decision that you had to make all on your own, anyone you told about it would certainly tell you to move and leave him behind. it was the right choice. so you couldn't.
while looking for a painkiller in your drawers (crying always gave you a headache, and you've been doing it a lot the last few days) you found the worst possible thing you could: a memories book. you and james had made two of those the last year of hogwarts. with pictures and little notes and diary entries. the first page was your first picture together from when you were eleven, it was winter time, you both had your cold clothes on but still your cheeks and noses were extremely red.
the picture itself was already a punch to the gut, but alongside there was his handwriting, meaning you probably left something on his as well, "you complete me since i was eleven. back then i didn't know how big that was, but now i do, meeting you was the most important thing to ever happen to me. you're my best friend and i love you. from eleven to forever."
you tried to hold back the tears but it was inevitable, it was terrible to see how much things had changed since then, the person who once said you completed him, now would go months and months without talking to you, and then appear out of nowhere at your door in the middle of the night, it was always like that now.
now the moments where you really felt like he needed you were rare, very different than how he was as a teenager, then there was a constant need to listen to you, to be helped by you, to touch you. and it was the same for you, and it hasn't changed for you, but it has for him.
each picture from that album was a different knife to your chest, each photo causing you a another wave of sobs as you compulsively cried. every memory confused you even more, because in london you had that man, not always, but when you did it was like you were complete again, and when you were away from each other, you felt empty. you didn't want to feel empty forever.
in a moment of pure nostalgia you came to the conclusion that your james, the james from those pictures, still existed, even if just deep down, well in the back of his mind, he did still exist, and if you two could finally talk with honesty without fighting, you could bring that james back and you could work it out.
before you would loose that single string of courage, you took your wand from your nightstand and conjured your patronus, non corporal as always, with time it began to feel humiliating to have yours mirroring his after so many years, your message with it was simple, yet desperate: i really really need you right now, come see me.
you felt relief, knowing he would be there soon and you two would talk. at least that's what you expected him to do. but he never came. nor did he send a response. and truly, you could expect anything coming from him, but not that, you were clearly distraught in your message, and it still didn't matter. just a new way to disappoint you.
then you finally, finally saw the problem for what it was: you romanticized everything about that man, you could find beauty in every disappearance, you saw loving gazes when there was only lust in his eyes. there was no love coming from james, not for you. and you should have noticed that the first time he disappointed you. but you loved him too much and you thought things would be fine one day.
and nothing would ever be fine, not as long as you let him treat you like that, not if you kept answering to his pleads. not if you still opened the door for him.
you were very nervous, but in the best way. it had been some weeks since the last time you had seen and talked to james, being one of appleby arrows' newest and youngest chasers was very time consuming, and you respected that. but he was home, you knew he was, sirius had told you over letter when he would be back. you wanted to surprise him.
you weren't dating anymore for some time now, for no other reason other than the fact he couldn't be the boyfriend you deserved right now because of the team. you understood that, you thought it was endearing how he was thinking of you that way, and you still missed him when he was gone, you missed his smile, his eyes, his voice, his curls, his blurred glasses you would always have to clean.
you two had an unbreakable bond, best friends who were always there for each other, and even after breaking up you both had spent a few nights together, some just cuddling, some more than that. you didn't mind because you knew james loved you, and that he was just busy right now.
you apparate directly at his door without notice, the perks of being of age, and knocked on the door a few times, not even trying to hide the smile that took half of your face, you were so excited to hear him talk about the games, to see him, to feel his arms around your waist. to just think you were a few steps from feeling his scent... you were glad the torture of being away was over for now.
ms. euphemia is the one to open the door and you try not to notice how her smile simply disappeared as soon as she noticed it was you by the door, it was probably your imagination, she always liked you, actually, she loved you, you were always called for family dinners and vacations, you were part of the family, just as james was a part of yours.
"darling! didn't expect you so soon..." she sounds concerned, her head turning around for a slight second, seemingly checking for something, before giving you room to come in. "come in, sweetheart." you hug her in appreciation, and also because you've missed her almost as much as you missed her son.
"jamie's home, right?"
"yes dear, in the kitchen... but be careful." you don't understand what she means at first and you don't try to hard to, you don't have time to, your steps quick to the kitchen, regret filling your mind and your heart as soon as you did so.
james had a girl by his side, you knew very much who she was even, from hogwarts, gryffindor like the both of you. lily evans. their hands were intertwined, his smile that once was only yours was freely being directed at her, and worse than that, you see him brush his lips, that were also yours, on hers.
your heart shatters. you feel like there's no floor to fall to anymore. you didn't know what to do, how to deal with that. you were so sure he loved you, that he didn't want a serious commitment simply because of his job, and now you saw with your own eyes that he just didn't want to commit to you.
you take the deepest breath you've ever taken, holding your tears back as you try to maintain at least some of your pride. he didn't even notice you were there, too busy completely lovesick for the one in front of him. you turn around and get out of their sight, euphemia looks at you with the saddest eyes and calls you with her hands for a hug, which you gladly take. you can't hold the tears anymore, so you cry.
"i'm messin' up your blouse." you whine, feeling so sorry for that you couldn't even put into words, it was silly.
"dear, my son broke your heart, don't mind the blouse." she hugs you even tighter as you both hear laughter coming from the kitchen, "you'll always be my favorite. my james will see how wrong he is, just wait a little." you slowly agree with a nod, and as you both notice steps approaching, she lets you go from the hug.
you can hear james asking her if it was you just as you close the door and apparated back to your house. that was the last time you saw both of them for... you don't even know how long.
euphemia told you to wait a little, and unconsciously you followed her advice, but you couldn't wait anymore, that was too much, it had been years, too many years, he made your life hell by taking advantage of the fact you felt in heaven by his side.
you let yourself sob, this time in total and complete rage, taking the book full of memories in your hand and throwing it in a trashcan.
incendio.
you were going to burn him out if you couldn't ignore the memories. you watched the flames dance as they destroyed the paper, but the feeling in your gut didn't get smaller. and to think he was probably having a nice time with his girlfriend by now made you even more angry. angry at him, resentful at yourself for letting it get this far.
you went back to the room and screamed in fury, throwing every single one of the frames containing pictures of you two on the floor, you desperately wanted him out, you didn't want anything to do with him anymore, you wanted him gone, gone.
you spent the next hours going through everything you had, burning pictures, breaking cds, destroying plushies, ripping clothes apart, you knew for sure your neighbours would call the police at some point because of the breaking sounds and your yelling, but you didn't care anymore.
and then... your eyes fell to your bed, and you realized it didn't matter how much you tried to get him out of your home, james had plastered himself everywhere. everything reminded you of him. you truly couldn't be there anymore. you couldn't sleep in that bed, in that room anymore.
and you knew, there was no confusion. london wasn't your home anymore.
so you left. your apartment. your hometown. your beloved country.
and most importantly. you left james.
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