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baejax-the-great · 4 months

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Hi, I saw on one of your ao3 comments that you think Homers' Achilles is on the spectrum. This is a really interesting idea to me, but I don't know that much about autism - could you elaborate on why you think that? (Also, I think all of your fics are amazing ☺️)

Autism as a word and diagnosis did not exist in ancient Greece, and I have no idea if there would have been a similar concept about it (doubt it) or if more likely people with certain autistic traits would have been considered to have a certain type of personality. So for me to say that Homer deliberately wrote Achilles as "autistic" is a little tongue in cheek.

That said, reading the Iliad I did have a moment of "Ohhhh, dude's autistic I get it." Some people might look at my reasoning and say, "well, that could be a whole other thing with these other reasons," and that's fair. This is just how it came across to me and why.

Sense of justice/fairness. This is one of the more obscure autistic traits (that often gets misunderstood and shit upon by people), but it's how the book begins, so I'll start here. Autistic people are more likely to learn and follow rules to a T. This gets rolled into the trait of "rigid thinking" and has been related to autistic people's preference for solid routines. To think about where you lie with this trait, one example is the "walk" signal at a crosswalk. Some people jaywalk when the road is very clear and no one is around. Some people jaywalk when the road ISN'T clear because they don't give a fuck. And some people will wait for that light to turn white no matter what because that's what you are supposed to do and there are rules (although culture/country of origin will also affect how much relevance traffic lights have in your life).

This is a rule, but it has little do to with justice. So to figure out where you stand in terms of justice sensitivity, another metric is how angry you feel when you watch someone cut in line and not get punished for it. Some of us will sigh and move on with our life because dicks are everywhere, whatever, and some people will have a harder time letting go because this person broke a rule in an obviously unfair way, and they should be punished for that.

This trait does not mean that autistic people have a better sense of what justice is or what rules/laws are "just." That is all very subjective. But this trait does result in a stronger negative reaction to seeing those rules/laws violated.

Such as rage.

Achilles fits the bill here in both in terms of rigid thinking and his sense of justice. His reputation in the Greek tradition is as someone who was very educated. In fact, he is the most educated with regards to law and religion than the rest of the Achaeans thanks to his time with Chiron. More than that, he actually cared about what he was taught and was considered kind of a stick-in-the-mud in terms of believing that the armies should follow the rules and customs of their people at all times and that violating their own laws was bad, even if you really, really wanted to bang a hot chick.

When Agamemnon decides to take Briseis, he is breaking a Rule. The common interpretation of what happens here is that he has violated Achilles' pride and honor in doing so, and Achilles loses his shit. That's valid. To me it read a little differently. I mean, for one, Achilles is 100% correct in the first book. Agamemnon pissed off the gods in a way he shouldn't have bringing plague on everyone, and how does he solve this? By agreeing to do the thing Achilles told him to do to solve it and then immediately violating their customs to steal from Achilles, bringing down a plague of "Achilles is not going to help you anymore."

Achilles cries to his mom that he wants the gods to fuck over the Greeks to prove Achilles right, which is deeply immature, but also really makes sense to me. Like, Agamemnon did this shitty, illegal, rules-breaking thing, and he needs to feel the consequences of that action. Achilles isn't a god who can bring down a plague, but his mommy is, so get fucked, Agamemnon. It's Zeus time.

During the time Achilles is out of the fighting, he is routinely called hard-hearted, stubborn, and other words to indicate he will not be swayed, which again speaks to his rigidity of understanding how things should be done.

The Way Achilles Talks About His Emotions. Achilles very clearly states what he is feeling throughout the book, and he often restates it. We get it, bro. You're mad. And then sad. Really, really sad. While this is almost definitely for the audience to understand his feelings and just how deep they run, Homer also could have just told us outright what he was thinking without having Achilles say it out loud repeatedly. It also felt to me that Achilles talks about his feelings far more often and bluntly than other characters do, but again this could be because the story revolves around his 'rage.'

Regardless, even if it was purely for audience benefit, this is a behavior I have noticed with my adult ND friends, which is basically after a childhood feeling confused by what other people around them are doing or why they are reacting to things in a certain way, they have a strategy of very bluntly expressing themselves and where they are at in this situation. It can be far easier than trying to follow the subtleties of NT culture and just get whatever issue it is out in the open. Saying to someone "I am angry at you" can come off as overly aggressive and blunt depending on context, but it cuts to the heart of the matter. We can compare this with Odysseus, who does not express any very deep emotions at all in the Iliad (other than the fact that Thersites should shut the fuck up, anyway), presumably because that's nobody else's business.

The Embassy. Achilles' point to Odysseus that this entire war was started over a man stealing a woman is so correct and so ignored. He looks at this situation and says: Paris stole Helen, and Agamemnon rallied all the Achaeans to come make war with Troy. Agamemnon steals Briseis, and I'm meant to... keep fighting for him? In what way does this make sense?

Everyone around him sees it from a completely different perspective, basically that Achilles got angry over a girl. To Achilles this is not what it is about at all. And I'm with him on this. If stealing a woman is a sin egregious enough for thousands of Greeks to spend 10 years attempting to sack a city, then it is the same amount of egregious for Agamemnon to take Briseis and he's lucky Achilles didn't kill him immediately and sack Argos. He's getting off easy, which Achilles tells him.

Reading Odysseus lay out his argument followed by Achilles cutting him down with that bit of logic was like, yeah, I'm with Achilles, I don't even think he's being stubborn I just think he's right.

In the embassy chapter, Achilles also has his famous line about despising men who say one thing but mean another. Being very truthful and having difficulty noticing lies is another common trait of autism, and it would make sense for Achilles to find the dishonesty of his colleagues deeply annoying.

Old British scholars called him a sociopath. This might seem like a weird one, but I'm adding it into evidence. When I read the Iliad, I see Achilles as a very emotional person. Given that half the book is about his grief over Patroclus, I find calling him incapable of caring about others incredibly bizarre. But in addition to determining that these scholars who wrote these batshit essays have never once in their life had a friend, much less a friend that they loved, this kind of fits with how a certain type of old-fashioned scholar understands autism. I've actually been at neuroscience talks with crusty old assholes who talk about how autistics and orphans are incapable of empathy, and then use evidence that really just says to me they express empathy in a different way. (Yes, orphans. For real. A real talk I went to in like 2015. Did you know that orphans don't have feelings and don't care about the feelings of others. /s) Add to the old British tradition of their feral private school kids (which I believe they call public school? idk those assholes in blazers, you know the ones) literally caning each other for being smaller, weaker, or just different, and this to me is solid evidence that Achilles is neurodivergent and unwittingly awoke the bloodlust in these old (dead) bastards.

Speech Patterns. Not being able to read Ancient Greek, I can't actually say much about this one, but multiple scholars have commented that the way Achilles speaks in the Iliad is different to all the others. He has a unique way of speaking. Again, this is not necessarily an autistic trait, but it is common for autistic people to have different speech patterns than NT people, so it's more just a "hmmm, maybe" than actual evidence.

I feel like I'm forgetting other little things, but I'd have to fully reread the Iliad with this in mind to jog my memory, and maybe one day I will. TLDR; Achilles has a very rigid way of thinking and an uncommon way of expressing his emotions.

And as always, autism is a spectrum. Anything I've written about here isn't necessarily true of any autistic person out in the world.

#iliad posting #tagamemnon #man do I want this in the tags? I feel like...#listen I am not autistic I just believe in their beliefs #aka I'm related to autistic people and have ADHD and we got that overlapping vibe you know #anger outbursts are also a known trait of autism #there's also more subtle stuff #achilles gets really upset that despite being the best warrior he's not being appreciated #and sure that could just be pride or an obnoxious personality or whatever #but I've also seen this in my ND friends where maybe they are the best at tennis #but someone else is made team captain #because that person is more likable #and the ND friend is like but I'm better and I deserve that honor #and it really frustrates them #like Agamemnon sucks and everyone at that meeting knows it #but nobody sided with Achilles because conflict at this point is just like... can we not #okay rambling incoherently in the tags now I guess #achilles #old crusty scholar: as we see by the embassy chapter achilles is evil and awful #ND me: okay but he was 100% correct tho so I don't see the issue #people might be dying but he won that argument and that is the important part

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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Tea Prompts (Tom Lucitor | Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Summary — Tea Prompts for Tom Lucitor from Star vs the Forces of Evil!

Requested by anonymous — Can I request the tea prompts: earl grey tea, milk tea, coffee, rosehip tea, pomegranate tea, hibiscus tea, green tea, russian caravan tea and rooibos tea with his shy!gn!human! reader for Tom Lucitor (Star vs Force of Evil)? Please?? ~🐇

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Mentions of kissing and jealousy; Tom being the Prince of the Underworld, I guess; I haven’t watched this show in a very long time, so he may be out of character.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 464. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Based on these prompts by sleeeeepytea.

earl grey tea — how did they court their s/o?

i mean, he’s literally the prince of the underworld, so expect some pretty lavish dates. he’ll take you out for extravagant dinners, long walks in the... hellfire light...?

yeah, that sounds about right

milk tea — what are their kisses like?

tom isn’t the best with words, but he’s working on it (with marshmallow’s help, of course). in the meantime, he’ll use physical affection to express how he’s feeling.

and that translates to ‘lots and lots of kisses’

you’re practically being smothered over here!!

coffee — do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

yes... oh, yes... you love tom! truly, you do! but he is one of the most jealous people you’ve ever met in your life.

you know it’s mostly due to his short temper and deep-seated insecurities, so you try not to fault him too much.

again, he’s working on it!

but if you’re ever in a social setting and tom spies someone else chatting you up from across the room, it doesn’t take very long before you feel a dark, looming presence standing over you.

a small smile grows on your face when your boyfriend’s tight grip lands on your shoulder as he quietly mutters, “can we go now?”

rosehip tea — how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

as i said before, tom likes to use affection when words don’t seem to work properly. kissing, hugging, holding hands, the whole nine yards!

pomegranate tea — at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

he had invited you to a ball. that night, he had smiled as you held him close beneath the glow of the blood moon, eyes twinkling brightly in the dimly lit ballroom. his hand tightened around yours and his chest tightened as his eyes flickered over your features until he finally leaned in for a slow, sweet kiss.

hibiscus tea — what’s their favorite place to take their s/o?

if he’s not taking you on a date, his favorite place to spend time with you is his house. more specifically, his room.

he likes when you let him rest his head on your stomach with his arms tucked under your body to keep you close. your fingers weaving and brushing through his hair, gently encouraging him to fall asleep as his side of your conversation slowly turns into incoherent mumbles and then, eventually, quiet snores.

green tea — how do they comfort their s/o?

once again, when words fail, physical affection speaks volumes. he’ll wrap you in a tight hug, press kisses against your forehead, and gently scratch your back. of course, tucked between the two of you is the sweet, precious marshmallow, who always brings a smile to your face.

russian caravan tea — how experienced are they with relationships?

tom doesn’t have much experience with relationships aside from star, but since the two of them are still close friends, she’s always happy to lend advice whenever tom needs it. (along with marco, of course!)

basically, he needs a little help sometimes and that’s okay!

rooibos tea — what’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?

alongside physical affection, tom’s other primary love language is quality time. he loves having uninterrupted conversations that are filled with quiet laughter and endless ramblings about anything and everything.

#2022 #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #star vs the forces of evil imagine #star vs the forces of evil imagines #star vs the forces of evil x reader #svtfoe imagine #svtfoe imagines #svtfoe x reader #tom lucitor imagine #tom lucitor imagines #tom lucitor x reader #tea prompts #requested

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lokilickedme · 1 year

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A phone conversation with my MIL yesterday. My kids were witness to this insane exchange and are still in awe about the sheer mindboggling emptyheadedness on display. The sad thing is that this isn’t even remotely out of the ordinary.

A true story, unfortunately.

*phone rings*

ME: *sees it’s from MIL*

ME: Ugh. Here we go boys.

*accepts call against better judgement*

ME: Hello P.

MIL: OH GODDAMMIT THIS STUPID PHONE!!

ME: *puts call on speaker for the boys*

MIL: WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS STUPID THING?!

ME: Hellooooo

MIL: *incoherent bitching and heavy anger-breathing*

ME: Hello hello HELLO HELLOOOO

MIL: I HATE THIS PHONE - CAN YOU HEAR ME?!? WHO’S THAT??

ME: I can hear you. Can you hear me?

MIL: HELLO????

ME: Hello, I’m here.

MIL: HELLO?!?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?! WHO IS THIS?!??

ME: Oh my god

MIL: YEAH I CAN HEAR YOU WHAT THE - I’VE GOT TWO PHONES AND I HATE THIS ONE IT’S STUPID I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH IT -

ME: I can hear you, P. What do you need?

*call cuts out for several seconds*

ME: Hello. Hello. HELLO. Hello hellooooooo

MIL: *batshit rambling in background, breaking up randomly*

ME: I can’t hear you anymore, I’m going to hang up so you can call me back.

*more unhinged rambling cutting in and out, cursing and yelling about her phone*

ME: Holy shit. Okay I’m hanging up

MIL: HELLO YEAH WHO IS THIS??

BIG: How does she remember to breathe?

LITTLE: Shut up I wanna hear this. Get her, mom.

ME: You called me, P. Think, who did you call?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY AND I CALLED R AND THEN I GOT A CALL COMING IN AND I HATE THIS STUPID PHONE WHO IS THIS??

*call cuts out again*

ME: Should I just hang up and decline when she calls back?

BIG: We get to take a break from school while this is happening, right?

ME: Sure why not

LITTLE: FUCK YEAH GET HER MOM

ME: Alright this is probably gonna take a while, somebody go get me a can of Pringles.

MIL: WHO IS THIS?!?

ME: Who’d you call?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY!! I MADE TWO CALLS AND ONE DIDN’T ANSWER SO I CALLED THE OTHER ONE

ME: Well it’s not Tommy, so who else did you call? That’s who this is.

KIDS: *dying laughing*

MIL: YEAH I CALLED TWO PEOPLE, WHERE IS TOM??

ME: He’s at the doctor’s office right now, you got me, I’m the other person you called.

MIL: YEAH. WHO ARE YOU??

*call cuts in and out, during which I can hear the staticky squall of MIL cursing like a sailor and apparently slamming her phone into a table*

MIL: YEAH OKAY I THINK I GOT IT. I HATE THIS PHONE!!

ME: Yes I know, it sounds like an operator issue. Can you hear me?

MIL: YEAH I MADE TWO PHONE CALLS AND THIS IS THE ONE THAT I - WHO IS THIS??

ME: Geezus christ

MIL: WHAT??

ME: Nothing.

ME: WHO DID YOU SAY THIS IS - ??

ME: Michelle Obama

MIL: OH. WELL HI

ME: Oh my god.

MIL: I GOT THIS BAD THING HAPPENING, MY LADY THAT I LOOK AFTER ON THURSDAYS, YOU KNOW HER??

ME: No.

MIL: WELL I TOLD THE GIRL AT THE DISPATCH OFFICE TO LET HER KNOW I WOULDN’T BE COMING TODAY BECAUSE OF THANKSGIVING LAST WEEK, YOU KNOW??

ME: I...guess...okay

MIL: SO SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL HER NOT TO STRIP HER BEDSHEETS!!

ME: What in the fresh hell. Michelle Obama doesn’t think this is her business and would very much like to be excluded from the narrative.

MIL: YEAH AND THE GIRL DIDN’T CALL HER AND SHE WENT AHEAD AND DID IT!!

ME: Dear god the drama. How high was the body count?

MIL: WHAT?? YEAH NOBODY DIED!! BUT I’D TOLD HER NOT TO STRIP HER BED!! BUT SHE DIDN’T TELL HER SO NOW I GOT THIS BAD THING HAPPENING

ME: *dying inside* Let me guess, the old gal is mad at you now because she thinks you blew her off?

MIL: WHAT??? YES!!!

ME: *considers hanging up because she’ll call Tom as soon as I do and I can tag out and let him deal with her insane ass*

ME: *seriously considers this*

ME: *like really seriously*

ME: *decides to be horrible instead*

ME: Oh no P that’s terrible. That poor old lady has no sheets on her bed and you’re not coming over to help her put them back on. This is, like, the worst thing that could have possibly happened. If I were you I would call that office girl and give her a piece of your mind. Michelle Obama endorses this scenario.

MIL: YEAH SO I GOT THESE TWO PHONES AND I HATE THIS ONE, I CALLED TWO PEOPLE AND THEN I GOT A CALL AT THE SAME TIME AND I DON’T KNOW - I JUST - WHO IS THIS???

ME: Someone who’s aged sixteen years since the start of this conversation. Who do you think you’re talking to?

MIL: WELL I THINK I CALLED TOMMY!! WHERE IS HE??

ME: Okay listen - I have a dentist appointment at 1:00 so you and me and the boys will go into town to do our usual stuff at 2:00 when I’m done - do you want to come over here at 2:00 or shall I come pick you up?

MIL: OH I’LL COME OVER THERE, THAT’LL WORK BEST I THINK.

ME: Okay, you come here at 2:00 then. Do you know where you’re going?

MIL: THIS PHONE ALWAYS MESSES UP, IT DROPS MY CALLS AND IT CUTS OUT -

ME: P, do you know where you’re going at 2:00?

MIL: YEAH I’M COMING OVER THERE!

ME: Where, P? Where are you going at 2:00?

MIL: YEAH I’LL COME OVER THERE. I TELL YA I GOT THIS STUPID PHONE THAT I JUST CAN’T -

ME: Okay listen, I’m going to tell you what I want you to do -

*call starts cutting out again*

MIL: YEAH YOU KNOW I HAVE TWO PHONES AND THE LANDLINE IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME, I HATE THIS CELLPHONE IT ALWAYS CUTS OUT LIKE THIS WHEN I’M IN THE HOUSE

ME: Listen to me -

MIL: I GOT A LOT GOING ON, NOT PHYSICALLY I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING BUT IN MY HEAD IT’S ALL REAL BUSY I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE THIS PHONE CUTS OUT ALL THE TIME, YOU KNOW??

ME: Holy shit I’m going to die on this phonecall. P LISTEN TO ME, GO OUTSIDE

MIL: SO NOW I GOTTA CALL MY LADY AND I’M NOT REALLY SUPPOSED TO CALL HER, SHE CALLS ME BUT POLICY IS I CAN’T CALL HER -

*call cutting out randomly so all i hear is crazed rambling*

ME: For fucks sake - GO OUTSIDE P I CAN’T HEAR YOU

MIL: BECAUSE YOU KNOW I CALLED TWO PEOPLE -

ME: Yes I know you called two people but one of them wasn’t your lady because it’s against policy for you to call her, so mark her off the list of people you might be talking to. We’ve established one was Tom and this isn’t him because he’s at the doctor’s office so you got me. So who else did you call? Whoever that is is me.

MIL: WHAT’S HE DOING?? WHY’S HE AT THE DOCTOR WHAT’S GOING ON??

ME: It’s a new patient contact, he’s not sick. Who else did you call, P?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY AND R, HELL I DON’T KNOW!! WHO IS THIS??

ME:

ME: Call Tommy again.

MIL: OH, YEAH OKAY I’LL DO THAT

ME: Geezus christ

*call disconnects*

ME: *looks at the boys*

ME:

ME: Should I?

BOYS: Oh hell yeah

ME: *thinks about it for just about two seconds*

ME: *dials Tom*

TOM: Yep?

ME: Your mom’s lost her damn mind, she called me and never figured out who she was talking to, I told her I was Michelle Obama and she just said YEAH OKAY HI and launched in a dramatic retelling of her latest dementia drama. Oh and she’s really mad at her phone. And she has no clue who she just talked to for ten minutes.

TOM:

TOM: Did you tell her to call me

ME: She was going to anyway.

TOM: How bad is it?

ME: Scale of one to ten? About eight hundred and fifty four.

TOM: Geezus.

*pause*

ME: You just got the call didn’t you

TOM: You owe me

ME: She’s your mother, I don’t owe you shit, I just gave up a significant chunk of my life and a crap ton of brain cells messing with her. Oh, ask her to elaborate on the bedstripping thing.

TOM: THE WHAT

ME: Better answer her call before she forgets who she’s calling. Tell her you’re Barack Obama.

TOM: WHAT -

ME: *hangs up*

#I wish I could say I made this up #Unfortunately my life is more colorful than anything I could ever fabricate for a fic #and yes for the newcomers my husband has a really good name #fortuitous for me :)#and yeah my MIL is whack #she's worse since her husband passed away a couple of months ago #she keeps saying she wants to move in with us #I'll be advertising for two rooms to rent if it comes to that #one for me and one for the boys #anyone got an empty attic or something?

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honeytae · 3 years

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I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces.

hi my loves! this is just a very very soft piece revolving around the reader having a bad day and jimin being the thoughtful sweetheart he is. but like, if i’m honest, it was just an excuse to write tooth rotting fluff for our sweet angel jimin lol i hope you all enjoy it :) tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @jjlovr2015 genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

Jimin’s clutch on the wooden spoon loosened at the sound of a key entering the lock on the front door, eyes darting from the pot on the stovetop to the digital display of the time, confirming that you were home from work with the familiar order of numbers in front of him.

Leaning over the top of the pot to sniff at the meal he’d been working on, he pulled away with a single nod to himself, deeming it good enough for you to eat after your long day. Already having an inkling that it had not been your best, he was fully prepared for you to come home in search of some rest and relaxation.

And it seemed he was right; it was clear that you were not in a good mood.

It was clear from the loud huff past your lips as you slammed the door behind you and the thud of your bag making impact with the hardwood floor echoing throughout the apartment, further proving his suspicion that today has completely sucked for you.

It was hard to miss the hunch of your tensed shoulders as you walked into the kitchen to join him, the loose wrap of your arms around his slim waist and lazy peck of your lips to his back making him frown sympathetically.

“Hi, dove.” He cooed at you, stretching his arms behind him to wrap around your body, neck straining as he tried to get a glimpse of you to no avail.

You mumbled an incoherent greeting back to him, nuzzling your face further into his body as you closed your eyes.

“Bad day?” He asked gently, hearing you sigh behind him at the question.

“How’d you guess?” You mumbled tiredly into his shirt, Jimin swiftly turning around in your haphazard grip to face you.

“Your texts kind of gave it away. You didn’t sound like your usual self.” He frowned, you humming as your shoulders raised in a tired shrug.

“We don’t have to talk about it, baby. Just wanna make you feel better, you know?” He tipped his head adorably, looking much like a puppy with his wide eyes eagerly awaiting the release of your true emotions.

“Thank you.” You whispered softly, leaning in to plant a kiss to his soft cheek, a noticeable quirk in the man’s lips at the action.

“Now, what can I do to help?” He asked softly, genuine in his ask as he stared at you, surveying every dampened feature with a sad gleam in his eye.

“Can I just have a hug?” You smiled shyly, Jimin beaming as he quickly wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as you set your arms over his shoulders, folding them behind his neck with a grin.

“I can do that.” He replied happily, feeling your previously tensed shoulders sag more and more with each moment in his arms.

You sighed into his neck as you nuzzled into the warm skin, the comforting feeling of his hands soothing up and down your spine causing you to go lax in his hold.

“You always give the best hugs.” You exhaled, Jimin chuckling as he dropped his lips against your shoulder in a quick kiss.

“You know, Taehyung says that as well. I think you two are trying to give me a big head.” He joked, pulling you in tighter with his hands pressed to your back.

You laughed at his words, moving your face so that your forehead was pressed to the center of his chest, fingers on his neck lightly tracing over the hair at his nape.

“Thank you.” You repeated, Jimin humming in response before he pressed repetitive kisses to the side of your head, the way his lips puckered against your hair over and over again nearly causing you to melt in his grip.

“Of course.” He responded, pulling back slightly to look at you with a soft smile.

He seemed to be studying your face, assessing the emotions written in your expression with a concentrated gaze.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna cry.” You chuckled, Jimin scoffing with a roll of his eyes as he locked his arms around you tighter, leaning his forehead onto yours.

“You can cry. You can always cry with me.” He smiled warmly at you, the giggle escaping your lips making his eyes shine at you in adoration.

“I know.” You responded softly, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pursing against your cheeks, moving up to plant gentle kisses to your tired eyelids.

“I just want to make you feel better. And sometimes crying is the perfect way to do that.” He shrugged, causing you to gently smile at him before pressing your lips to his.

“You’re cute.” You explained the sudden action, Jimin’s cheeks darkening at your words as he tried to suppress a smile at the unexpected praise.

With a final peck to his bottom lip, you began to pull yourself back from him, although not fighting the reassuring gesture of Jimin’s fingers entangling with your own.

“I’m alright, Chim, just tired. I should start dinner, though. Can you grab the frying pan that I bought last week? I’ve been trying to use it but haven’t gotten the chance and-”

“No, no, I made dinner.” He stopped your rambling, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the words as you shot him a confused look.

It wasn’t that Jimin was a bad cook, per say. He was no michelin trained chef, that was for sure, but he was decent enough.

The thing with Jimin was that he liked companionship. Every experience was heightened if he got to do it with you, so almost all nights that he made dinner, he waited for you so that he could cook while chatting to you about your day as you sat across the room from him, fondly watching his every move.

The majority of the time, you ended up helping him, as there were common mishaps that often left him in need of some guidance. “How long was I supposed to leave that on for?” and “When did that start boiling?”, each question causing you to get up and stand beside him at the oven, helping him transfer the pots with a gentle smirk.

This was new.

“I don’t know, it might suck, but I just didn’t want you to have to worry about cooking and I just kinda wanted to take something off your list and, yeah,” He finished his rambling, gesturing with a throw of his hand to the dish behind him on the stove, you curiously leaning over to look at the food you’d completely missed upon entering the room before pulling back with a gasp.

“Is that- How did you make that?” You asked in shock, completely astonished at the pot sitting atop the burner, not only something Jimin had never made before but something you hadn’t even attempted to make yourself.

Your favorite childhood dinner.

“I, well,” He hesitated, smiling bashfully when you raised your eyebrows at him and his stuttered speech, “I kind of got the recipe from your mom.”

And you swore in that moment, if you hadn’t been completely head over heels for the man before, you were definitely fully whipped for him now.

“You,” You paused, entirely endeared as he shuffled nervously in front of you, your expression unreadable as you opened and closed your mouth in a loss for words.

Jimin’s utmost consideration and love shined through in many, many ways. But this gesture was a whole new level.

You couldn’t imagine how long he’d spent making it; it was a classic family recipe, and even your mother, who’d perfected it decades ago, couldn’t get it done and ready to eat for a few hours.

“Okay,” you started, feeling tears prick at your eyeballs as you looked at the dish, switching your focus from the stove top to your boyfriend whose eyes softened immediately at the sight of your eyes welling up with unshed tears.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to cry, but now you’re being really fucking cute and I don’t think I can hold it back anymore.” Your voice wavered as you spoke, immediately putting Jimin into action as his arms pulled you into his chest.

“Oh, dove. I love you.” He soothed into your hair, pressing a kiss to the spot as your tears spilled out onto his neck.

You didn’t even know how long you were standing there in his arms, concentrating on the circling of his palm on your spine in order to comfort yourself.

His whispered small assurances to you slowly coaxed your tears to stop falling, picking your head up from his chest and meeting his big brown eyes, slightly creased in worry as he cupped your face, tracing his thumbs over the skin underneath your eyes.

“What happened today? You wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, worry etched into his features as your back shook underneath his hand in your effort to control your cries.

Jimin’s eyes eagerly locked with your own in a way that told you he was trying to get you to let him in, studying your irises as if they would relay all your problems to him.

“Maybe later. I just wanna be with you right now.” You pouted, Jimin nodding in understanding before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You nearly caved into another sob as he moved his hand from your spine to your face, fingers gathering the strands of hair that had stuck to your wet cheeks and soothing them back behind your ears.

The sweet gesture had you tearing up again, sniffling back the salty liquid threatening to spill over your cheeks again as Jimin gently scratched his fingernails against your scalp.

“Shit, I got your shirt wet.” You mumbled as your eyes locked onto the dark patch on his t-shirt, Jimin scoffing at your words as he widened his eyes at you.

“Is it my shirt we should be worried about right now?” He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement as you nodded adamantly.

“Yeah. That’s expensive.” You justified your answer, Jimin rolling his eyes with a fond smile as he pulled you into another hug.

“You’re silly.” He kissed your temple, beginning to sway you slightly side to side.

“Chim.” You mumbled softly, the man humming in response.

“Do you know how much I love you?” You pulled your head back, Jimin’s eyes softening at your words, hand resting underneath your jaw so that his thumb could swipe across your chin affectionately.

“I do. But I love you more.” He replied childishly, your sigh of annoyance causing his giggles to fill the kitchen.

“Seriously, Jimin. Thank you so much.” You spoke genuinely, Jimin smiling as he nodded with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

“Let’s get you fed, angel.”

Reaching for a plate, he scooped a portion out onto it, gently handing it off to you. You surprised him with a kiss to his cheek in thanks, smiling at the skin heating in a blush before you turned around to sit on one of the chairs placed at your kitchen island.

“I’m too lazy to set up the table.” You explained as you sat down with a huff, grabbing your fork as Jimin carried his own plate to where you sat.

“This works, baby.” He reassured you, taking the seat next to you and leaning his cheek on his palm in order to watch you scoop up a forkful, his eyebrows nervously shooting up as you raised it to your mouth.

He waited expectantly for your review, eyes surveying you as your mouth began to move in chewing motions.

You hummed around the food in approval, eyes widening in surprise before a closed mouthed smile spread across your cheeks.

“Jimin, this is amazing. Are you sure my mom didn’t make this? Holy crap.” You said, gathering another forkful as Jimin blushed at your praise.

“Is it really?” He wondered, you responding by putting your full fork at his lips, his mouth parting to allow you to feed him the dish he’d worked so hard on.

You waited for his reaction as he took the food off of the fork, bobbing his head from side to side as he chewed, swallowing with a shrug.

“Not bad.” He commented modestly, your eyes widening as you shook your head, negating his answer.

“Not bad? Jimin, this is just like the original. You’re amazing.” You said, the man’s cheeks once again glowing red at your praise before turning his face to plant a kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing.” He emphasized, eyes looking deeply into your own in an attempt to plant the compliment in your head.

With a sigh, you ducked your head to his neck, kissing the spot of skin underneath his ear in a silent response to his words.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Chim.” You mumbled, his arm wrapping around your back as he soothingly ran his palm along the expanse of your spine.

“You’ll always have me, dove. I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces.” He replied softly, smiling at you when you lifted your head from his shoulder.

“Thank you.” You whispered, Jimin playfully tapping the tip of his pointer finger against your bottom lip in response.

“Alright, now eat up. I have to call your mom after this to properly admire her hard work.”

You giggled at that, turning back to your food and obediently picking up your fork to continue eating, Jimin mirroring your actions.

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hello a few days ago i kind of went on a stealth hiatus and i'm still probably not gonna be very active here because this whole thing really soured my desire to participate in the fandom (and my desire to return to spn because i was taking a break from watching before this anyway). but i didn't want to just leave all of this unaddressed because it's really bothering me. so let me make some things perfectly clear:

as i have already said before but apparently need to reiterate, i do not ship w*ncest/w*nkline or ANY i*c*st ships at all. i do not support i*c*st ships or the people who post about them. i do not follow ANYONE who makes these posts. if i see anyone interact with my posts with i*c*st URLs or reblog comments or tags, i filter their URL or softblock if they followed (sue me for not blocking every idiot i come across, sorry). and the only time i have ever interacted with these people is ACCIDENTAL (i often reblog from the #spnedit public tag and i don't always check the blog first) and in these cases i have almost always received an ask letting me know and i took appropriate action

however --and this is what got me unfollowed and blocked by several mutuals and accused of i*c*st in the first place -- which is absolutely ridiculous, mind you: i DO "ship" cashannah. this is in very loose quotes because this is a ship i've made about four posts in my entire 12 years of having this blog??? and it's a very minor and unpopular ship anyway (not once have i ever seen this be because of "i*c*st" though. only because cas was seemingly not interested in her the same way. and the desticule is not known for caring about non-destiel ships lol)

but regardless, listen when i say that if i thought for a single second that that relationship was i*c*st i would NOT support it. not in the slightest. now i'm not trying to deny "angelc*st" is a thing because i think it is (like the archangels for instance) but i do not consider EVERY single angel siblings (just like no one considers all the demons or even all the humans siblings. IMO it's the exact same thing). now if angel ships make you personally uncomfortable, that's fine and i completely understand. your reasons for engaging or disengaging with whatever type of content is perfectly valid. and the point of this post isn't to argue or try to change your mind on a ship. i'm just asking you to please be mindful of what accusations you're placing on people.

with all this being said, i am also NOT going to sit here and spend every waking moment of my life policing the interactions of every single person i follow. i do not want anything to do with i*c*st content and if i see it on my dash, i WILL unfollow. you will never see it from me either and i do NOT purposefully engage with it. but this absolute insanity of "oh em gee i saw this user like this user's post and that user was a friend of another user who did blah blah blah and likes blah blah blah" like?????? how does anyone have time to waste doing this

again if something makes you uncomfortable, no matter what it is, that is TOTALLY understandable. but these callout posts and block lists and anon bait bullshit is soooo incredibly immature. if you have a problem with something someone posts, you can handle it PRIVATELY. instead of publicly slandering one person over whatever "proof" you think you have and then dragging other people into it who aren't even involved and definitely do NOT deserve it

anyways if anyone actually read all this long incoherent rambling, then thank you to all of you are going to stick around after this <3 if you unfollow, then okay cool i guess. just don't accuse me of something i'm not please. k byeeeee

#i am so sorry for all of this i hate being involved in fandom drama :/#a.txt

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Jesse/Lake for Day 18, its late at night and they're both awake watching a movie and don't feel like going to bed yet, so Lake suggests they go out to the lake outside for a night swim.

(Ao3)

- So, why do people hate this movie, again?

- I think it's because the book was bad, I guess? - Jesse replied - And it was bad because... er... it was for girls and had vampires? And girls don't like vampires?

Jesse and Lake exchanged confused looks as the two got progressively less and less interested in the teenage drama movie.

Bored by the emotionless actors, Lake looked longingly through the window, enjoying the night's warm air, and thinking back to the past afternoon and their trip to the lake to combat the Summer heatwave.

And as those memories clouded her mind, she patter Jesse's shoulders and tossed an idea.

- Hey, let's go back swimming. - W-What, now? - Jesse's eyes widened at his friend's sudden proposition - Yeah, why not? - It's-it's late! My folks would kill me if I sneak out... - You're not a kid anymore. - she countered, playfully ruffling his hair. - Yeah, but I;m still living with them...

Lake shrugged.

- Okay, suit yourself.

And without any hesitation, she opened the window further and climbed down onto the lawn.

- L-Lake! - Jesse tried to contain his voice - Oh, darn it...

He threw his phone into his pocket and followed her, hoping to get her attention. But as soon as his feet got to the ground, she grabbed his hand and pulled him, and soon the two were running towards the same lake the two spend and entire afternoon cooling their heated heads.

Illuminated only by the full Moon, the two had no problem finding way through the trees that separated the lakeside from the outskirts where he lived.

The two went through the forest, and as Jesse tried to keep up with her, he noticed the light of the Moon shining occasionally from her, and only when they emerged, he realised why, and that made him freeze in place.

In the light of the Moon, Jesse could see her silver back reflecting its light without any obstruction, as she took her shirt away, revealing lack of her bra.

Lake stretched her arms, and tossing the shirt to the sandy ground, she stepped towards the water, seemingly unaware of her friend's predicament.

But when she noticed his absence, she turned around, and that made him gasp audibly, turning in place as well.

- What? - Er, well... - Jesse answered, his voice cracking. - Oh, come on. - Lake snickered - Don't be such a baby.

For a while, she didn't do anything, waiting for him to respond, and only when he heard the metallic noise of her jeans being unbuckled, curiosity got over his common curtsey, and he looked back.

He gasped again, seeing his friend's silvery form in its all glory, shining bright in the moonlight, as she tossed her panties and trousers onto the same pile.

The warm air did nothing to stop him from shivering, and as their eyes met again, he found himself unable to do anything, frankly.

His eyes marvelled at the sight of her naked body: her modest breasts, her ass and the alluring triangle between her legs. Even though he has seen her in a swimsuit just a few hours earlier, Jesse found himself mesmerised by her body, and the fact that he could see himself in it made it even weirder.

Though only after a while he realised that also meant she got closer to him.

- Hey, are you still with me?

Lake stepped closer and gently poked him, nearly making him fall to the ground, as his eyes darted across her body.

- Don't tell me you've never seen a girl naked. I've seen your browsing history... - N-No-hey! - Jesse interrupted himself, as Lake erupted into laughter.

She once again grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, prompting him to undo his clothes too. He watched her disappear into the waters, as he fumbled with his buckle and shirt, and soon enough found himself just with boxers... and an obvious problem.

He wanted to turn around, but realised that this would only make his situation more obvious, as Lake hurried him, playfully splashing water around them.

- Come on! - Yeah, I'm-I'm coming! - Woah, woah, wait - Lake protested as Jesse was about to enter the water, keeping his hands in front of his crotch - No clothes. - What?!

Jesse spread his arms in protest and realising his mistake, he moved them again to hide his erection. But Lake was faster, and when their eyes met, he could see a wide, sly smirk on her face.

- We're doing anatomy lesson today, come on. - she swam up, giving him a slight glimpse of her breasts again, before she turned around.

Without her piercing gaze, Jesse followed her orders and slid down his boxers, before jumping into the water to hide his obvious arousal.

The cold water cooled him only a bit, and as Lake swam towards him soon, his heart was still beating at a tremendous pace, while his naked companion seemingly didn't care.

And as he contemplated the crazy situation he was in, a sudden splash of water hit his face.

- Tag, you're it!

And with that, Lake disappeared underneath the water, prompting Jesse to swim after her. Despite his athletic build, as well as his swimming skills, she was still faster and more agile than him, and the fact that she could dive underwater for seemingly forever helped her stay away.

Every now and then, Jesse was teased with a glimpse of her silvery body and the reflection of the Moon, mixing with the one in the water, almost as if she could dissolve herself in it...

But she didn't know these waters as he did, and when Lake emerged from underneath the water, she found her chaser to be missing... until he splashed her from behind her and grabbed her shoulder to spin her around.

- Got ya!

Jesse announced triumphantly, and only after a moment, the child-like wonder was replaced by the sudden realisation that he was now inches away from the naked girl he was chasing.

In her eyes, he could see a new, fiery spark he hasn't seen yet, and the reflection of the Moon was now accompanied by a sudden tint of red on her cheeks.

- You sure did...

Lake spoke, as she swam towards him, until her chest touched his.

- L-Lake! - he suddenly spoke, catching her off-guard. - What? - Listen, I don't- I-I've never- - I know. I told you, I've seen your browsing history. - Lake smiled, as she threw her arms around his neck.

Their lips met each other, and it was more difficult to establish which one of them was more surprised: Jesse, that he was now kissing a woman, or Lake, that her lips and body acted as if they were no longer metal, as she melted herself into him.

She let out a loud moan when his fingers dug into her waist, and before her now-boyfriend could ask if he has done something bad, she replied with more ravenous kisses that silenced him.

Lake closed her legs behind his back, feeling his erection between her cheeks, and as their eyes met, she dived her hand between them, coiling her fingers around him, watching as his eyes widen.

- L-Lake, you-you are so-so-good and soft...

She was, which was a surprise to her as well. Her sturdy body was changing, all because of him, and driven by her curiosity, she had to see how much.

She moved her palm around him, listening to his angelic cries filling the air around them, until he was babbling something incoherent, followed by a much more distinctive name.

At the same time, his fingers weren't idle either, and though she had to steer him into correct place, Lake for the first time felt overwhelming pleasure, as his digits massaged her folds that parted itself underneath his touch, something she didn't know her body could do...

In the same moment, the two young adults thrashed against each other, as their bodies convulsed in their first joined climax. A moment later, water around them got a bit whiter, though Lake quickly waved his essence away.

- Lake, I'm-I'm sorry... - Ssh, it's okay. - she huffed, hiding her own excited state.

She cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his, letting their long kiss soothe their body.

- Lake, you know... - he suddenly spoke - I think I now know the whole fascination with the sparkly skin...

Lake blinked.

- Wait, what? - From-from the movie, with the vampires, and their skin, you know! - he explained - Cos the girl found it so fascinating about him, and, and your skin reflects the Moon, and, and...

It took him a moment to realise that Lake has been staring at him with a bewilderment in her eyes, as he continued to ramble on.

- I killed the mood, didn't I? - Oh, you annihilated it!

Lake burst into laughter that echoed throughout the lakeside.

- Next time after searching "how to kiss a girl" make sure to look up some good pickup lines. - she mocked him, as the two walked out of the water - Actually no, you will mess them all up.

She jumped in place, shaking her body from the droplets of water, until Jesse handed her something.

- I brought a towel in my backpack.

For a while, Lake stared at him agape, and when she took it, she returned a sly smirk.

- Well, that's a good one...

Instead of drying her skin, she spread it onto the ground, and before Jesse could protest, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her for the third time this night.

#jesslake #lemon #smutember #nautiscaraderfics #aged-up characters and all that #smutember 2021 #smutember2021

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Not Perfect (JJ Maybank x reader) pt. 2

Summary: JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought.

Previous Part: Part 1

!!warning: This story talks about abuse through out, so if that’s triggering please don’t read. This is strictly fiction.

A/N: Had not expected this to get as much attention as it did! I’m glad you all liked the first part :) Hope you enjoy the second xx

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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It was Thursday night, JJ’s night to work at the country club. He was clearing off a table when he saw your family walking in, dressed head to toe in fancy clothes. Multiple people greeted your father, shaking his hand. He was a well-known man around the island, just like the Cameron’s. Your family was up on the popular pole with the Cameron’s, fighting for the richest and best family on the island. He thought your two families were in a feud for power over the island, but he wasn’t sure.

He watched as your dad put his hand on your back, pulling you closer, so he could introduce you. Your body tensed up at the touch and he watched you force a smile and shake the other man’s hand. Your eyes darted around and met JJ’s. He blushed because you had caught him staring. You gave a genuine smile and a wave. He smiled and started to wave back but the look your dad gave him made him think otherwise. He hung his head and continued clearing off the table. Out of the corner of his eye he watched your dad grab your arm and pull you inside the club.

You weren’t sure if it was the shadow from the outside lights, but it looked like his eye was bruised. You were pulled from your thoughts when your dad guided you into the country club.

JJ had stepped out to clean off another table when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he was surprised to see you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey.” He wipes his hand on the black rag and smiles at you.

“I didn’t know you worked here too?” You take a second to look over his features. His right eye was for sure bruised and there was a cut under his eye, looked like from a ring. It wasn’t a secret around the island that his dad was abusive. Everyone knew of it, but there wasn’t much for people to do, especially the kooks, so everyone minded their business. Especially, if it dealt with the people on the cut, also known as the pogues.

He nods, “Yeah I alternate between helping Pope, here and then landscaping.”

“You’re just a man of many talents, aren’t you?”

“I guess you could say that.” He chuckles and you laugh in return. He knows you’re staring at his black eye. He’d come home from hanging out with the pogues and had a run in with his dad. He wasn’t too happy about JJ showing up and interrupting one of his shows.

“what’d you do, Maybank? Run into a pole?” You motion up to his eye.

“I-uh..” he chuckles, playing it off, “Yeah. Was messing around John B and he got me good.”

You nod. Someone with a mean right hook. You weren’t a stranger to those. “Well, he’s got a mean right hook.”

JJ nods, “Yeah…” He clears his throat, hoping to change the subject, and motions to your dress, “You look pretty.”

You blush, glancing down at your dress and then at him, “You think? I think I look like a lemon.”

“A very pretty lemon.” He adds. Both of you laugh and it quietly dies down. He contemplates asking you if you’ll be at the boneyard tomorrow, but he’s interrupted by your dad yet again.

“Y/n. Let’s go.” His eyes are sending daggers JJ’s way.

You and JJ turn around, “Okay. Just one more minute. I’ll meet you in car?”

Your dad shakes his head, “No. Now, young lady.”

You give a nod before turning around to JJ, giving him a soft smile, “I’ll see you in the morning?”

He nods, “Yeah of course.” He watches as you walk away from him once more. Even after you have walked by your dad, he’s still glaring at JJ and takes a sip from his drink before turning away and heading after you. What was this guy’s problem?

The next morning when he arrived at your house, he could hear you and your dad yelling inside the house but tried to ignore it. It wasn’t his business. He heard the door slam closed and looked up from the lawn mower. You stormed out of the house and across the lawn, your dad now outside as well, “Y/n, you get back here right now!”

You ignored him and got into your car, your dad following close, but you had already closed and locked the door.

JJ flinched when he watched your dad bang on your window, “Don’t you dare leave!”

You started the car and pulled away as quickly as you could, leaving your dad standing in the dust. When your dad turned around, JJ was staring from the lawn mower, “What are you looking at, boy?! Get back to work!”

JJ quickly nodded, “Yes, sir.” He turned around and started the mower as your dad stormed back inside.

“There’s the perfect kook.” Kie rolled her eyes.

JJ turned around to see you had arrived, heading to the keg. You hugged a few girls and a couple of the guys, grabbing a drink from one of the guys and chugging it.

“Damn.” John B says, noticing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her drink.”

JJ glances at John B then back at you, “I haven’t either.” You were the good girl, the one who didn’t drink or do drugs. You came and hung out at the Boneyard, had fun but never engaged in such activities. He decided then and there, he’d keep an eye on you, and it’s a good thing he did.

Usually, he wasn’t one to get into people’s business, especially kook business, but the way your demeanor was around your dad, it mirrored his own and his mind wondered if there was something more behind your perfect family. The perfect family and perfect life he wanted but would never have. You didn’t live like him though, did your dad really do the same thing his shitty pogue father did to him? No, there’s no way. Your life was perfect. Your life was one he’d never have, you had a family he’d never have, a loving father that he didn’t have or never would have. He was jealous of your perfect life, so why did he feel the need to protect you?

Two hours later, you are upside down on the keg as people yell “Chug! Chug! Chug!”

“Dude… she just beat the record.” Pope says, eyes wide, “And she’s never drank before.”

Taking a sip of his red solo cup he watches you get down, throwing your hands in the air as people cheer around you. This wasn’t you, but who was he to judge?

He watched from a far. He’d kept a watchful eye on you all night, ready to step in if something went wrong. You were dancing with a few girls and a guy, who had his hands all over you. You were stumbling and he knew it was time to step in, especially once the guy started to lead you toward the woods.

“Hey hey!” He hurried after you and the guy, “No you don’t.” He grabs the guy by the shoulders, making him face JJ, “What the hell are you doing?”

The guy looked at JJ, “Dude, what are you doing? Back off! She’s the one who wanted to go back here.”

JJ looks at your figure, the guys practically holding you up as you sway, “Yeah, I doubt that. Fuck off before I beat your ass.”

The guy rolls his eyes, dropping his hands, “Whatever.”

JJ catches you as you start to fall, “Alright… I think it’s time to head home.” He picks you up bridal style and heads toward the pogues.

“hey! You’re JJ!” You giggle.

JJ can’t help but laugh and nods, “Yeah I am. And you’re y/n y/l/n.”

You giggle again, “My daddy doesn’t like you.”

He looks down at you but is interrupted by Kie. Is that why your dad was always staring at him, giving him evil eyes?

“She okay?” Kie asks standing.

JJ nods, “Some guy was trying to head to the woods with her. I’m going to take her to the Chateau, she’s plastered.”

John B nods, handing him the keys, “We’ll be back soon.”

JJ carries you to the van and lays you down in the back as you mumble incoherently about needing to be a good perfect girl. You can’t do no wrong. You have to be perfect. Before he could close the door, you leaned out of the van and vomited, before falling back into the van.

“Lovely.” JJ mumbles, scrunching up his nose in disgust. You had luckily missed his feet but had managed to get some on your shirt. Sighing, he closes the door to the van.

When he arrives at the chateau, he picks you up bridal style and carries you inside. He thought you had passed out, but your head swung forward, looking up at him, “Why do people think my family is so perfect?” You slur.

JJ gently sets you on his spare bed, “Because you guys are perfect. Your house and yard are always clean. You guys are always a happy little family.” He grabs one of his t shirts, “I need to change you, you’ve got vomit all over your shirt.”

You nod, but then shake your head, swaying back and forth on the bed, “They wouldn’t think we’re perfect if they knew the truth….”

He carefully helps you out of your dirty one and then the clean one over your head, “Oh yeah?” He’s letting you ramble on as he grabs the trashcan and sets it by the bed. He’s taken back by your next statement. Your voice was slurred and mumbling but he heard you perfectly, loud and clear.

“If they only knew what Mr. y/l/n does to his daughter behind closed doors.”

When he looks up at you, you’re passed out on the bed. What he does to his daughter behind closed doors? Is that what he thinks it means? He gently picks up your legs and tucks you into the bed, leaving a glass of water by the bed. As he steps out of the room, he turns around to see your sleeping figure on the bed, suddenly looking so small in his spare bed. You’re a kook, a part of this perfect family, living in a perfect house, on the perfect side of the island, yet you’re living a life just like he is?

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sillyroyalty · 3 years

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Here I am ! Finally I have risen from my bottomless pit of procrastination. As expected I am here to grace you with a new Haru fic because I refuse to let this tag die

I’m begging you please I need more people to write more fics of him I can’t be pulling this entire tag by myself help (lol)

I hope you guys like this one, please let me know in the comments. Feedback would be great 💓

“HE DID WHAT ?!” your voice shrieked through to the other end of the phone line causing Suzae to hold out the phone a little away from her ear.

“It seems to be fine though” Suzae reasoned “ an ambulance has already came to his aid, the injury is not fatal-" she spoke trying to reassure you only to be met with more panicked sobs and incoherent crying on the other end of the call. You were well aware of Haru’s whereabouts and decided to trust Daisuke, Suzae and Haru with the case they were pursuing. Haru had filled you in earlier letting you know the overall jist of the situation. As dangerous as it sounded and left you in shock he pleaded you to understand and let him carry on with his work.

“I know it’s a lot to take in at once but trust me, it’s going to be fine you’ll see,” he assured you handing you his dirty jacket that was drenched from falling into the ocean.

“Please go home immediately after work, no driving around the city looking for me !” He ordered, brushing away the stray hairs that that fallen on your face from your ponytail, he kissed your forehead and hurried off to a car. “ Bye ! I’ll see you soon” he waved and gave a small smile. You watched as the car sped off with a flurry of emotions running through you, most of which was worry and fear accompanied by the stupid upbeat positivity Haru gave you before he left. You gripped the wet jacket in you hands and decided to cling onto that blind hope and positivity.

Cut back to where you were now, on the phone frantically running out of your office to your car.

Shot. He got shot ! Your mind went into a state of panic unable to comprehend Suzae’s rambling on the other end of the car.

“W-where is he ? Can I come see him ?” You choked out swallowing hard, navigating out of the car park into the road, “P-Please?”

“Of course you can see him” Suzae replied ,“I believe you are already aware of our location, he’s at the closest hospital right now”

Haru awoke feeling heavy and tired. Looking around once he regained his bearings, he was hooked to some medical equipment. He blinked as his eyes tried to adjust to the hospital’s bright lights, letting out a groan as he registered the pain from the gunshot on his leg. Laying there staring into space he thought back at everything that reached at its conclusion. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice someone being paged into his hospital room until a he was met with a short figure collapse into his chest crying.

Sitting up slightly in bewilderment he realized it was you. Your eyes glassy with tears pouring down your red cheeks. You looked absolutely shaken and were a total mess. He couldn’t help but feel a pang if sympathy for you in this situation. He braced himself to hear you yelling, fussing over and scolding him for getting injured but instead to his surprise none of that came. Instead you regained your posture and sat the edge of the hospital bed. After trying wipe the unending tears streaming down your face, your smaller hand trembled and held his own. Instead you brought it up and kissed it softly, muttering a constant stream of thanking the heavens for him being alive.

Patting your head to soothe your crying he took a look around the room. The hospital room assigned to him was pretty big and private probably booked by the Kambe family. You guys seemed to be alone in this white, sterile, slightly eerie place, no sign staff in sight excluding the small call button.

You caught Haru’s gaze as it drifted across the room, immediately starting to fuss over him.

“Oh my gosh Haru ! Are you okay ? What’s the matter ? Should I call the doctor “ you erupted in a questioning frenzy looking around for any potential problem you could make sense of.

Haru was quick to shake his head and smile grabbing your hands in his,

“No no...I’m fine don’t worry...,” he reassured you. He was relieved that a predicted rage rant from you about his recklessness was showing no signs of taking place for now.

Taking in a deep breath shakingly, you pulled a chair out to sit at the beside after convincing Haru to lie back down to get more rest. You sat there running your fingers through his hair as he tried to recount to you on all that had happened. You stayed fully engaged till the end of the story. After telling you about how he dealt with the butler and then staggered to get help before passing out, he cautiously turned his head to meet and study your gaze. You stared down at your feet processing the entire story before confessing to Haru.

“Wow....I mean... I never knew Daisuke’s family would be in such a complex situation...”

“Well maybe it’s expected of crazy rich families like that” Haru contemplated, “it probably turned out just fine though, I mean I’m here now so-“ Haru broke off mentally cursing himself for bringing up the event of him getting injured. He watched as your mind traced back and recalled the reason you both were sitting in the hospital now, your face turning pale as you thought of the worst case scenario that could have happened.

He watched helplessly as your hands flew up to your face to try to wipe away the tears that once again resurfaced. He sat up immediately again bringing you into his arms as you cried.

“Hey...no...don’t cry please...I’m sorry” he consoled, “ the gun was only shot at my leg, it wasn’t that bad of a wound. There’s a ton of worse-“ Haru once again cut himself off before he accidentally said something that would surely not help his case. Inhaling he spoke again, “ listen...it’s okay now... everything is fine, I’m not in any danger...I’m still here with you, not going anywhere where...” he mumbled. Moving his hands to cup your face to make you eyes meet his, he wiped away some of the tears with the edge of his thumbs, smiling as he observed your eyes blink and the look in them soften.

Guilt slowly seeping in him on observing your state. You looked spent and absolutely exhausted, the fear of Haru being seriously injured had drained all the energy out you.

He scooted further onto the bed patting on the space him to him gesturing you to join him. You hesitated but he was quick to say it was fine.

“Honestly I don’t know what kind of first class hospital dorm this is...” snuggling against you as you lied down next to him,

“ this bed and room is way bigger than any normal hospital ward I’ve ever seen, but guess I’ll have Daisuke to thank for that” he huffed earning a smile from you. Wrapping his arms around you he played with your hair until you had drifted into slumber with him joining you soon after.

#haru x reader #haru katou x reader #haru kato x reader #fugou keiji x reader #fkbu daisuke #fbku x reader #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #fugou keiji suzue #fugou keiji daisuke #fkbu x reader

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marvus-xoloto · 3 years

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You already know who 🤪🤪🤪 NSFW Y, U, O, K, pretty please

hell yeah B) this is the first “creative” writing i’ve attempted in like, months, so you’re the test subject to this rambly headcanon post. ns fw under the cut!

Before we begin, let me put this on the table: I see Mallek as a sub/top leaning switch. Okay let’s get his ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate to low. Sometimes, he just needs a little reminder that he’s not all work and no play! More than that, though, Mallek is more of a slow burn if that makes sense?? More of a receiver regarding initiation and a giver during the actual sex. He likes to be seduced, enticed, teased, and lusted after. He can go all night, focusing entirely on his partner, letting the anticipation build until he feels any need to get himself off. There are times, though, where he feels genuine need for his partner: times of high stress, times when he really misses you, after a successful drop off or something that makes him feel alive and productive.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I see in Mallek someone who really likes to be perceived in theory, for all of his fear of being perceived in reality; in terms of sexuality, this means that he’s inclined to do things that get your full attention as he feigns innocence. Teasing for him looks more like he’s ignoring you: he knows perfectly well that he looks sexy, he knows damn well that you’re paying attention to him, and by all that’s good he’s milking it for every last drop. He loves those times where he feels wholly, unabashedly wanted.

So yeah. He loves to tease. More so, he loves to be teased. See above: he enjoys the feeling of slow burning sexuality. I guess it’s fair to say Mallek is generally more sensual?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Get this man a napkin and some wet wipes, he’s going in. For real though, there is nothing Mallek likes more- and I alluded to this above- than having your full attention. Knowing that all it takes is his tongue, his mouth, his hands on you to have you incoherent and a mess in front / above / below / etc him? How can he not get addicted to that?

He’s good, too, responsive and experimental. He can be a little sensitive to criticism in relation to anything with this much intimacy attached, so the first few times he goes down on you, he’s going to be asking about everything you like/ dislike before he tries something new.

For receiving, he’s a little more shy about it? Not that he’s shy, it’s more like... for him to receive oral, it has to be someone he really trusts. He can be a little reserved, and he has this complex about being a highblood and how that relates to some kind of inherent selfishness. So he can be a little weird about it, always trying for that 69 or mutual masturbation instead. God by now I’m sure tumblr has kicked me out of the tags but I’m just going to keep going. For all that he loves the full attention treatment, it’s difficult for him to feel balanced on this side of the- for lack of a better term- power dynamic.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let me start with this: a lot of Mallek’s kinks help him explore his feelings with control (and how he hates to lose it), feeling present and perceived, and feeling wanted. In a world that he perceives as generally meaningless and shallow, it can be very difficult for him to let someone else change his definition of uh his world view okay let me shut the fuck up and get back to the horny bits. (He’s also a robofucker, write that down.)

-Shibari / lingerie. He likes to wear this and see it on his partner in equal measure. For him to wear it, it’s something that makes him feel very present, in both the current moment and in his relationship with you. The feeling of the knots against his skin, shifting around his nook and sheath, tightening against his tense muscles, caressing his sensitive thighs? It reminds him of what has been (the bruise against his pecs where you sucked a hickey into the skin, the strain in his thighs from where you fucked him so hard he bent almost further that he could take), what is (the rope wet by his nook, his bulge so much more sensitve against the pressure of his sheath, wait i said this already....), and what will be (as he imagines you restraining him, how your hands could feel on his skin).

-Orgasm control. He generally prefers to have you in control but he has his moments where he prefers to watch you come undone, too. Combine this with the shibari and long distance and you’ll have him cancelling his plans for the week.

-Electricity play. Mostly this ties into the robot fucker thing, but it’s also a way for him to explore something both familiar yet dangerous in a safe situation, too. That being said, Mallek isn’t really into sadism/ masochism, so he doesn’t like it to hurt too much.

More: oral fixation, roleplay scenarios (mostly in terms of him saving you/ protecting you from harm, or something like that), sensory deprivation.

Ask game found here!

#mallek #mallek adalov #hiveswap #silas.txt #took all those words to say 'mallek has depression' lmao #popcorn-kitten #asks

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dangertoozmanykids101 · 4 years

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OFFICIAL TOOZ TAG LISTS.

I will start official tag lists so I finally stop those who don't want to be harassed. Up until now I've gone off the top of my head of who I or my auto correct remembered how to spell.

Finally getting organized! Woohoo!!!

There will be categorized lists as well.

ALL TOOZ ALL THE TIME - This is the mega list. You're not offended by anything. Yep, you're just as off your knocker as I am!

Custom lists - Individual Stories if you like.

Misreall's Stories - That's right! Sounds silly, but @nildespirandum sucks at self promotion. Lol Seriously. So if you want a heads up when she posts, I'll make a list for my fellow Misreall fans.

Okay with RPF, Real!Tom - I know I've rambled on many times about my views that Real!Tom fics are still completely fictional characters in my mind. They are just an Actor!Tom fic where our muse was cast as the lead character. Just like all the AUToms. But I do understand that many are not interested in reading Real!Tom. That's cool. I apologise that in the past I can't remember who likes what to save my life. Sometimes I have difficulty making those connections. So here's you're chance. If you are okay or interested, I'll put you on this list. :-)

ALL CHARACTER INCARNATIONS - Similar sentiment to the list above, but this list EXCLUDES Real!Tom. But includes all characters that he has played as well as all AUToms like Baker!Tom, Pirate!Tom, Jag!Tom, Priest!Tom (Father Thomas), Doctor!Tom, Oakley, Freddie, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, Jonathan Pine, Billy Hazeldine, Hank Williams, Dr. Robert Laing, Henry V, Magnus, Betrayal!Tom (Robert), Coriolanus, Loki, etc.

BTW, let's just assume that everything is 18+ and hopefully anything might be end up being NSFW at some point. I surely will never promise that it's not.

Come to the DARK SIDE! - So this list will include all the noncon/dubcon, violence, dark themes. So I guess this list is similar to the whole enchilada mega list, unless you don't like Real!Tom stuff?

Fassbender Love fics - Someday I hope to finish some of these that I started.

Chalamet Fics - So I have a confession, I totally have a thing for this guy. Just like I swoon for sweet young for Angel Face Tom. But I haven't found any fics that suit my taste for him yet, so I may just have to see what I can come up with. Anyone else curious?

Damn, this all sounds so complicated now, doesn't it? Any suggestions? Y'all have been doing this so much longer than I have.

@tarithenurse @scorpionchild81 @simplyclockwork @littleredlilith @marvelgirlonamarvelworld @smutsonian @omgviolette12 @sabine-leo @saiansha @milky-maid @tinaferraldo @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @tianshi-the-fallen-angel @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @khadineberry @marveldownunder @incoherent-excitement @hallotom @bambamwolf87 @shiningloki @theluckykittencalvin @thewidowlaufeyson @wolfsmom1 @he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic @peterman-spideyparker @the--sad--hatter @tilltheendwilliwrite @kalimav6 @annievvv7 @missinstantgratification @gingerwritess @icybluepenguin @hurricanerinwrites @muchobsessedwithpretty06 @nrthmnsplbnd9 @caffiend-queen @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @wickednerdery @cherrygeek86 @nildespirandum @latent-thoughts @emeraldrosequartz @devilish--doll @alexakeyloveloki @devikafernando @nuggsmumreads @redfoxwritesstuff @tinchentitri @fanficshiddles

@ladyoftheteaandblood @ladyfluff @bellesque @reine-sigyn @archy3001 @pedeka @lettalady @cursedcursingviking @just-the-hiddles @yespolkadotkitty @myoxisbroken @imanuglywombat @villainousshakespeare @winterisakiller @vodka-and-some-sass @boredbrooder @maniploki @fadingcoast @evieplease @fandom-and-feminism @writernotwaiting

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ravens-rambling · 4 years

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The Demon And Angel (Pt 11)

Masterpost

Summary: It happened during one rainy day the two met. One half-demon who was hiding from the world, who just wanted to survive, and one kind human who lend him a hand. Despite their differences, they want to learn from each other and maybe fall in love in the process.

WC: 3,055

ships: Romantic Moxiety, Romantic Logince, Platonic LAMP, Family Logicality

warnings: Dissociation, Sensory Overload, Verbal Abuse,

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75@frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild@panicattheeverywhere15@overlord-winter @analogical-mess@saddestlittlebabe

@sevencrashing @lwilddiamonddogl@thatgaydemigodnerd @darkhumourandfandoms@whymustibedraggedintofandomhell @romanslunchbox @wewuzraw @callboxkat @randomsandersides @lefaystrent@aroundofapplesauce @ryuity @cricks-loves-you@impunkrock-baby @just-another-rainbowblog @nerd-in-space @bubbliee0 @llamaly @amazinglissawho@hedgiehoggles @maddiecr4520 @celeste-tyrrell @virgil-sanders-embodied-anxiety @nerdycupcake559 @incoherant-ramblings @amber1594 @supersoftsupersleep

(Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

Virgil stayed in his little nest for quite a long time, he was too content to leave his spot and either Zoe or Patton seemed like they had anything to say about it. The day passed by with him and Patton watching movies together. They watched Winnie the Pooh, Lilo and Stitch, and Tangled, before Patton had to get up and call Logan to help make dinner. It was interesting watching these movies and seeing the stories they had to tell. It was similar to seeing pictures but rather then it being still they moved in complicated and complex ways. And he rather enjoyed it.

His favorite they watched so far was Lilo and Stitch. He saw himself in Stitch in a way. Being an outsider and feeling like everything they touch ends up ruined. But it turned out alright for him… Would it turn out okay for Virgil? Well,…so far he guessed it has. Maybe Patton and Logan are his Lilo and Nani? He could see the similarities between them…

While they made dinner and even when they ate, Virgil was quiet. He didn’t say much as the two spoke about their day. Which he didn’t have a clue as to what they were saying so he decided it might be better if he doesn’t speak at all. At least by doing so, he won’t make more of a fool of himself or they won’t get upset with him. Patton kept trying to get him in the conversation but he couldn’t contribute much in any case. Though he appreciated the effort, even if he didn’t understand why they even wanted him to talk. Let alone why they wanted him here eating with them at all.

Once dinner was done Patton had to do some work and Logan went back to his room. He’d didn’t know what else to do so he tried fiddling around to watch some more movies but he couldn’t figure it out. Instead of going to bother Patton he’d decided to just sit there and wait.

And he found that he’d fallen asleep there, nestled into the weighted blanket and Zoe still on him, after quite a bit.

Course he woke up with another nightmare which made him jerk awake. He found that he’d been crying and that Zoe left. Neither he could remember what the nightmare was and that he’d apparently have been asleep for some time indicated by the fact the place seemed quiet and dark. At least he’d had a nightmare when neither of them was near him, that’s good.

So he laid back down again trying to get himself to calm back down and go back to sleep. Course that didn’t happen for a long time. While he was awake he simply stared at the ceiling. And that’s when he noticed a pillow and another blanket folded on his feet. Guess one of them must’ve given him this…

Grabbing the pillow and the other blanket he curled up into a ball and waited. And waited. And waited, for sleep to eventually get to him.

Throughout the night he kept rolling side to side and waking up. Huffing he finally gave up and watched outside from the window until the sun came up. But still, he didn’t move in fear of one of them getting upset that he moved from his spot.

So when drowsy Logan came down that early morning to find eyes peeking out of a blankets nest staring right at him, it might’ve given him a fright. Not that neither of them said anything about it to anyone later on.

One good look at Virgil must’ve told Logan everything for he gave him a sympathetic look then told him to take a shower if he wanted to. To which Virgil happily agreed and took the chance.

By the time he got out of the shower Patton had woken up and was already eating some breakfast. And he guessed he looked better as Logan didn’t mention his appearance.

During breakfast, Patton mentioned the walk again and he offered that Virgil could come and maybe Logan. Logan agreed and to Virgil that seemed…better than staying here alone. So after breakfast, they started getting ready but they had a bit of a complication with Virgil’s wing and tail.

“Do you think a thick jacket might be enough to cover it up?” Patton asked.

“Maybe? It might bulge out though. We could try.”

The two went back and forth while Virgil was silent and perfectly still. He didn’t know what to do so he figured his best bet was to let them figure it out. He’s never had to hide his traits so this was weird to him.

He put on another one of Patton’s jackets but Logan said it wasn’t thick enough to hide the wing nor the tail.

“Hm… Maybe we should try another bulker jacket? Or he can wear two? Oh! Lo, don’t you have a thick black one? Remember the special one?”

“I do… However, you know I don’t like to give it away, Patton.”

“No! No, I know it’s your special one for when you have your meltdowns. I won’t ever give it away, but can he borrow it? Just for a bit until we come back then I’ll wash it for you?” Patton rushed out.

Logan didn’t look too convinced, however, when he looked between Virgil and his wing then back to Patton he sighed then crossed his arms. “Okay… This is the only option, you do need to get out anyways, Virgil. It’ll be healthy for you.”

“I do m-miss being outside…” Virgil said quietly. “L-Like the fresh air…”

Logan nodded, “Alright then. I’ll go get it.” Logan then headed to his room and he wasn’t back for a bit. In the meantime, Patton kept Virgil busy by discussing where they normally go for their walls. He did mention something about wanting to stop by a ‘cafe’ to say hi to somebody. Whatever that could mean. But Virgil, nonetheless, was excited about going outside again. He’s already missed it even though it’s only been a day since he was last out. After spending his entire life in small rooms he guessed he just craved the fresh air and openness of outside.

“Found it. It’s rather dusty and a bit wrinkled however it appears to still be in good condition. Apologies for that.” Logan came back in the living room carrying a solid black plaid hooded jacket. And when they helped him put it on he realized it was rather thick. It reminded him of the weighted blankets but it wasn’t quite as heavy as that. It felt rather nice. Shrugging he mumbled, “I-Its alright… It’s c-comfy.”

Logan smiled faintly at that, “Glad to hear that. It appears to hide your wing rather well as we inspected too.” As he said that both of them took a step back and could see clearly that it did indeed hide it pretty well. Course there was still a slight bulge but if somebody wasn’t purposely looking for it they couldn’t tell it’s there. Virgil looked over his shoulder to see that his wing was indeed gone and blinked. “H-Huh… Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now for your eyes, you can put up the hood and that should do it. You can just say it contacts and it should be fine,” Logan inquired.

“Thanks a lot, Lo. You are a lifesaver! Now we can get going!” Patton beamed and skipped in place to the door, him bouncing up and down. Zoe right beside him wagging her tail. Logan rolled his eyes and headed towards the door grabbing the last few things. When he opened it Patton rushed out with Zoe giggling loudly. Virgil did smile faintly at how energetic the young human was and he placed his hands in the pockets while putting up the hood, then he walked out with Logan.

As soon as the cool air hit him he took a breath in letting the crisp air hit his face. And his faint trace of a smile got a tad bit wider at that. He couldn’t get enough of this feeling. He felt more alive then he’s ever been like this.

It felt weird being exposed like this, however. When he was hiding away before they found him he never would walk out on the sidewalk when there were always a lot of people. He would always wait until the dead of night if he absolutely had to do so. And he didn’t like this exposure one bit. He kept practically glued to Logan’s side since Patton always was a bit ahead and kept his head down. Every time he would bump into somebody he cringed and his hands tightened in his pockets. And he still wasn’t used to the loudness either.

The weird vehicles rushing by and their honking noises that blasted his eardrums every time. The loud music that would blast out of them so loudly that he could practically feel the vibrations through his feet and ground. The people rushing past him, some talking loudly into devices of sorts and some not.

Maybe..he should have grabbed one of Patton’s fidget toys or the headphones… Curses…

He wasn’t sure how much time has passed but it felt like an eternity to him. He was quiet the entire walk until he couldn’t take it anymore and finally, he whimpered loudly. In the corner of his eye, he could see that Logan had turned to look at him but somehow even that was too much and he whimpered again.

“Virgil? What’s wrong?” Virgil instantly winched at his voice. Logan sounded worried. Why was he worried? He shouldn’t be worried.

Virgil didn’t want to say anything, he suspected that he might not be able to right now, and with a shaky hand, he pulled it out of his pocket. Somehow he was able to peel the fingers out of his tight fist and brought the finger to his ear. Pointing at it he whined then brought the palm of his hand to his ear attempting to block out the noises.

Luckily he didn’t need to say anymore as Logan instantly nodded and came closer his voice way lower than before and Virgil appreciated that. “Your experiencing sensory overload, Virgil. It’s alright. Here,” Logan glanced over to Patton who was at a nearby tree letting Zoe sniff it. With one glance back towards him he went over and talked to Patton quietly. Virgil couldn’t hear what they were saying but he didn’t try to. He placed another one of his hands up towards his ear and twisted it closing his eyes shut tightly. Why are humans so loud?! Why did they have to shout?! Why did they have such loud vehicles?! Why did-

“Virgil?” He whipped up to see Logan was back, “Patton is going to continue his walk. In the meantime would you like to head home or go to the cafe that Patton wanted to go? Either one is alright. The cafe would be a lot quieter then out here I can promise you that.” His voice was a whisper.

Virgil didn’t want to go back yet, he wasn’t ready to leave the fresh air. So he chose the second option. “C-C-Cafe…” Even his breath was more stuttery then normal. Yep, he’s shaking big time.

“Okay. Would you like to hold onto me? Or I can hold onto you? I can guide you there and you can keep your eyes closed if that helps, alright?” Logan's voice was cool and collected, it helped him focus onto it as it wasn’t chaotic as all the other sounds. Heat rose up and down his spine to his head sending the feeling of fire bursting in his mind. The weight of the jacket suddenly felt like too much but too little at once. His hands felt stiff, his legs felt wrong, his-

One nod from him and one hand reached out to Logan were all it took. Carefully Logan grasped onto Virgil’s fingers being extra careful and gentle with it. And he didn’t hold onto his hand fully either, only the fingers. The touch should’ve made him jump back or be scared in some way but instead, it helped him hone into it. Logan’s hand was freezing cold compared to his warm ones. Cold. Cool. Icy..

“Keep breathing. In for four. Out for eight. It’s alright, I’ll repeat.” He heard Logan say through his tunnel. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. Every shout and screech of tires sent a stab of pain through his head. Just as Logan inspected he had to screw his eyes shut, the sun becoming even too much despite how much he’s grown to love it. His available hand reached towards his ear to block out the noise.

He wasn’t even aware that they started moving so when he heard a weird bell being rung above them he whimpered. Straight away he took notice of the smells that rushed towards him. He wasn’t exactly sure what the smell was but whatever it is it smelled delicious and sweet. It smelled almost like Logan’s jam that he liked…

The next thing he noticed was the silence. There was faint music playing in the background and occasionally he could hear voices but they were way lower then they were outside.

When he opened his eyes finally he glanced around to see the place was darker than outside was. Yeah… Yeah, this is way better.

Tension left his body the instant all these sensations hit him.

He felt Logan lead him to a table and he sat down. Blinking against the tidal waves he was able to see Logan looking at him with mild concern. “You okay now?”

“B-Better… Lots…be-better… Not so lo-loud… T-Thanks..” He said slowly trying not to get the piercing pain back again, and he noticed even Logan’s words were silent like his which he appreciated greatly.

“That’s good to hear. I can order something if you want? Or if you want to freshen up the bathroom is down there,” Logan informed him while pointing down a hallway. That does sound good…

“Y-Yeah… Okay, I’ll be right back..” He mumbled while standing up, which he was also grateful for the fact that it wasn’t as wobbly. It didn’t feel like putty.

While he was walking there, however, he felt strange eyes boring in the back of him. He’d looked over his shoulder quickly and glanced around the quiet place. But there was only a handful of people and they were busy chatting with each other or typing away at their strange devices. Nobody was looking at him…

Swallowing thickly he tried to push that feeling aside and he hid his face more into the hoodie. It’s gonna be his imagination… Yeah…

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, luckily there was nobody in here and he drew out a shaky sigh. Just as he was heading towards the sinks the door opened behind him and closed. When he glanced over his shoulder he saw a rather tall skinny guy. He’d wore a black leather jacket with a white undershirt. His hair was swept to the side and was dyed a pastel purple color. His pants were black and leather too. And though it was indoors he wore sunglasses, and Virgil thought that was sorta odd as he’s never seen any human wear that inside.

In any case, he looked pissed. And was staring right at him.

Virgil was just able to turn around before the man walked quickly up to him. All he could do was blink and the man grabbed him by his jacket scruff and was able to pull him off the ground, seemingly by ease. Snarling he brought Virgil close to his face, his lips drawing back to reveal sharp teeth. Then he lowered his sunglasses so Virgil could see his eyes and what he saw there made him even more scared then he was.

The color of his eyes was bleeding red. His pupils were slits and it…reminded Virgil of his own eyes.

Whimpering he tried to get out of his grip but it was way too strong. There’s no way there's another one of him?! How is that possible?! Did he managed to escape that place too!?

“Lowlife, look at me,” The man growled and Virgil snapped to attention, he was even using a similar voice that he used when he’s anxious and scared. It sounded more warbled through, more powerful. “I don’t know what your intentions are, babe, and frankly I don’t give a shit. But this is my prey. My land. And I won’t have some runt of a demon hog my prey. Take your pathetic ass and scram before I hurt you or that tasty prey that you brought here. Got it?”

Prey… What the hell is he talking about?! But Virgil decided to agree anyways. Quickly he nodded his head eagerly not wanting to agree with this man one bit. If he was one of him, which he definitely appeared so, then he seemed more powerful then him just by his voice. He didn’t look like he had any horns though he could be hiding his wings and tail in that jacket.

“Say it, runt. I need some vocal agreement, hun,” He said with a growl his red bleeding eyes glowing brighter. Virgil definitely felt like those eyes could pierce through his body if he didn’t agree right now.

“Y-Yes! Y-Yes! So-Sorry!!” His voice dangerously squeaked. He must sound so pathetic right now. And he tried to not have his body shake or shrink away in his grasps. Well…too late for that. And this man must’ve felt it as he raised an eyebrow.

“Wow… What a pathetic excuse for a demon… Thought you’ll put up more fight. Well, babes, nice chatting with you in any case. And we better not meet again, sweet thing.” The man smiled sweetly then suddenly dropped him. Virgil cried out as his butt hit the tile floor and he looked on in horror as the man gave him one smirk than a wink. With that, he finally left walking out like nothing happened, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

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robinskey · 5 years

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Coworkers (pt 2) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Part One//Part Three

A/N: This is the second, considerably longer part to Coworkers (which you can read here, if you haven’t already. Thanks for the request, anon!

Warnings: Steve being a drunk mess, one(?) swear word

Request: Heyyy could you do steve x fem! reader where reader thinks steve and robin are a thing and reader kinda ignores steve for a time until one day( he is super drunk) he goes to her house and just says he wants her back (even tho they never dated) thank you!!

Steve and Robin started work the following week.

You didn’t get many shifts with either of them. When Keith scheduled them, he almost always scheduled them together. You suspected it was because he thought Robin’s surplus of brain cells would be able to make up for Steve’s lack of them. You also had a sneaking suspicion that Keith had started to develop a bit of a crush on you, and he didn’t particularly like the idea of you working with another guy-especially one as attractive as Steve Harrington.

Clearly, he was oblivious to the fact that Steve wasn’t interested in you. He and Robin obviously had something going on. Steve gave her a ride to work almost every day, even when it wasn’t his shift. The two of them were constantly teasing each other, and Robin referred to Steve as “dingus” and “Stevie” more than she used his actual name. Even though you questioned Keith’s motivation for making it so, you were glad you didn’t have to work with Steve very often. Listening to him constantly go on about how great his (girl)friend was bothered you a lot more than it probably should have. You told yourself you didn’t know why you felt that way, but you knew. Of course you knew. You weren’t like Keith, completely oblivious in matters of love.

No, you were smart. You were self-aware. Self-aware enough to recognize that you were starting to develop feelings for your new coworker and former classmate. And as if it wasn’t bad enough to start crushing on Steve Harrington, you were crushing on Steve Harrington while he was crushing on someone else. It was a recipe for disaster-something you wanted to avoid at all costs.

So, while you were cordial with Steve at work, you were never overly friendly with him. You made small talk but kept your responses short and to-the-point. When he invited you to grab a bite to eat with him and Robin after work, you politely declined. You did everything right. Yet, the more you pushed away, it seemed, the more he tried to befriend you. Nonetheless, you rejected every invitation he offered and always went straight home after your shift.

One evening, you were sitting in your living room, watching a stupid program on TV. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, so you had the whole house to yourself. It would have been a great excuse for you to tag along to the party Steve had told you about earlier that day. However, you were perfectly happy with your own company, rather than that of the boy who you knew didn’t feel the same way about you that you did him. Besides, you weren’t totally alone; your dog was curled up on the sofa next to you, snoring peacefully as you rubbed her belly.

And then, of course, the doorbell had to ring.

Your small dog instantly sprung into attack mode. She yipped as the bell rang once, twice, three times, all in quick succession, followed by a rhythmic knock. You considered sprinting into the kitchen to search for a weapon against the crazy person that was clearly on the other side of the door. Then, the nut job spoke.

“Hello? Is this the Y/L/N residence?” The words slurred together slightly, but you thought you recognized the deep voice.

Against your better judgment, you called out, “That depends. Who is this?”

“This is Mr. Steve Harrington, sir. Reporting for duty.”

That gave you the motivation to actually rise from the couch, pace across the room, and fling open the front door.

Sure enough, Steve Harrington stood on your porch. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was somehow messier than ever, standing up in every direction, as though he’d just rubbed a balloon around on his head. And his skin had a rosy tint to it, especially on the tip of his nose.

“Why hello there, Ms. Y/L/N. How are you this fine evening?” he asked. He attempted to lean one arm against the doorframe, missed the wall, and stumbled. You laughed, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed about it, so he just regained his balance and tried again. This time, he landed the pose. However, the time for it to be considered “cool” had long passed.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know.” He mumbled something incoherent, then added, “I was in the neighborhood.”

You raised your eyebrows and repeated, “The neighborhood?”

“Yeah, the neighborhood.” Steve waved his free hand around vaguely. “You know, where your neighbors live.”

“Yeah, Steve, I know what a neighborhood is. But I thought the party at the Kennedys’ was on Oak Street.” Steve’s head bobbed up and down, and you furrowed your brows. “Isn’t that, like, four blocks away?” He nodded once again in confirmation. Your frown deepened. “Did you drive?”

Finally, Steve shook his head “no,” and when you asked how he got here, he answered, “I flew here on a magical horse.”

“Steve-“

“I walked, okay? Jeez. Killjoy.”

His arm started to slide down the door frame again. You grabbed his shoulders to steady him, and he stumbled forward into your arms.

“Are we hugging now? Mm. This is nice.”

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which might have been something of a turn-on if he didn’t reek of alcohol. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night. In the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes. Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa. When you turned to take a seat in the nearby armchair, Steve’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“I don’t bite, you know,” he slurred.

Dumbfounded, you collapsed next to him. As the couch cushion sunk under your weight, Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling onto your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his pink lips. “What ever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said.

Steve clasped a hand over his heart as though you’d just stabbed it and murmured “ouch.”

“Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said. “My dad would kick my ass.”

“Okay, fine. I mean…” You glanced around, eyes landing on the wall clock whose little hand pointed to the one. “I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, drawing out the word in confusion. “Look, I don’t have any influence over who Keith gives a raise, if that’s what you wanted to talk about. I know Hawkins Family Video doesn’t pay much but-”

“No, no, no, no, no.” As if the string of “no”s couldn’t convey his point well enough, Steve also shook his head, sending his wild curls into motion. He uttered a final “no” before adding, “Actually, I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him, partially in stunned silence and partially in bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His followed suit. Concern glimmered in his glazed-over chocolate eyes. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but-surely you didn’t

“I want you back,” Steve blurted.

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.”

His over-enunciation of every word made you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Steve. I heard you,” you said. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “I guess I don’t want you back, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which, if he hadn’t reeked of alcohol, might have been something of a turn-on. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night; in the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes.

Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa . As you plopped down next to him, the couch cushion sunk under your weight. Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling into your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his lips. “Whatever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you may be dumb, but you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said. Steve clutched at his heart dramatically, as though your harsh words had actually wounded him. You ignored him and asked, “Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said, shaking his head vigorously. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“Okay, fine, fine. I get it." You glanced around the room like the solution to your dilemma would be written on the walls. Your eyes just landed on the clock, its little hand pointing to the one. “I mean, I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want. But I don’t want to go home just yet.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him in a mix of stunned silence and bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His lips followed suit. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but not-

“I want you back,” Steve blurted.

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.”

You rolled your eyes at his over-enunciated words. “Yeah, Steve. I heard what you said the first time.,” you sighed. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “You know, I guess I don’t want you back, per se, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your face, leaving a trail of electricity down your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

“No, not me. Of course not me. Robin,” you said. When Steve’s lips parted, like he was about to protest, you added, “Oh come on, Harrington. There’s clearly something between you two.”

Steve snorted. “Trust me, Y/N; Robin doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend. And I feel the same way about her.”

Steve’s fingers grazed your skin once more as he clumsily attempted to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. It automatically sprung back into place. However, Steve’s hand lingered on your cheek. As he gazed at you with glazed-over chocolate eyes, something more than simple drunkenness glimmered in them.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned toward you. The proximity was intoxicating; it clouded your thinking. You got so caught up in the fantasy of kissing Steve Harrington that, for a moment, the circumstances escaped you. But then you caught a whiff of his repugnant breath, which jolted you back into reality. You leapt to your feet, mumbled something about getting something to drink, and ducked into the kitchen.

Steve’s pink lips curled into a pout, but he didn’t try to stop you. Rather, he collapsed into the cushions with a faint thump. When you returned with a glass of water, a sleeping Steve was sprawled out on your sofa, snoring softly.

A sigh slipped from your lips, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. After setting the glass of water down on the coffee table, you headed back into the kitchen. You grabbed a couple ibuprofen, walked back into the living room, and laid them beside the drink. Then, you snatched a throw blanket off the armchair. As you draped it over the unconscious boy, he stirred slightly.

He murmured, “‘Night, Y/N,” before slipping back into dreamland.

“Good night, Steve,” you said. Before you could think twice about it, you brushed a rogue lock of hair away from his face and pressed a whisper of a kiss to his forehead.

Your mind reeled as you made your way to your bedroom. Somehow, you had more questions now than you had when your wasted coworker showed up on your doorstep. Nonetheless, you both desperately needed sleep, so your inquiries could at least wait until morning. Sure enough, you passed out almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

In your slumber, you dreamt of Steve Harrington.

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probably-writing-x · 5 years

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Truth tells.

"You're what?!" You can't stop the words that escape your lips as you jump forward in the seat with sheer excitement.

"Shhhh!" Aaliyah widens her eyes, flicking to glance over her shoulder before focusing back on you, "Please, please don't say anything,"

With the pleading in her tone, it's impossible to say no.

"You're not going to tell him?" You frown, scratching at the back of your neck, "Aaliyah, honey, I never lie to-"

She stops you before you continue, "I know. But I really like this guy and I don't want Shawn to ruin anything by being too..."

"Too Shawn," You roll your eyes, "I get it,"

Currently, you were sat opposite your near enough sister in law as she confessed to you that she'd been asked on a date. And, now, she was begging you to help her out.

"I just need you to make up a reason why you can drop me off and then he can drive me home, okay?" She sighs, her eyes far too innocent for you to say anything to object.

"Alright, but we need to leave soon if you want to be there on time," You nod, "Go! Go get ready!"

She lets out an involuntary squeal before hurrying upstairs to get ready for the big night. You let out a deep exhale and already begin to feel the guilt set in about lying to your boyfriend.

"Hey beautiful," The familiar voice begins as he walks into the lounge of his family home, "Should we get going soon?"

Before you can reply, Shawn's arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, his tall form dropping so his head could rest beside yours.

"I was actually thinking I'd meet you back home," You say, hands instinctively reaching up so you could run your fingers through his hair, "I wanted to take Aaliyah to see about that dress for her birthday and they're selling out pretty fast so-"

Shawn hums and turns his head so that his lips ghost your cheek, "You're so sweet, darling,"

You chuckle and shake your head, feeling the lump already form in your throat from lying to those irresistible eyes.

"I'll see you back at ours then," He mumbles and presses soft kisses to your jaw, "Don't leave me alone for too long," He jokes, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Of course not, babe," You turn and catch his lips against yours before hopping up from the couch, "I'll go see if she's ready to go,"

~~~

Despite the guilt from your lack of truth to Shawn, the plan had gone relatively smoothly. You'd dropped Aaliyah off at the restaurant and made sure the boy was there for her, thankful when you saw the beaming smile on his face as soon as she walked close.

And now, you were walking up the driveway to the house you shared with Shawn.

"Hey honey, I'm back," You call as the front door shuts behind you, "They didn't have the dress but we've seen a few nice ones so there are still options,"

Oh god, could this lie be over already?

You can see Shawn in the kitchen but he doesn't respond.

"Did you ask your parents about giving us a lift to the airport? I know it's still a few weeks away bu-" You continue to ramble but stop when you realise your boyfriend hasn't even glanced up from his phone since you'd walked in, "Babe?"

You couldn't remember the last time you'd come home and Shawn hadn't instinctively welcomed you with a kiss. In fact, it was like a rule in your relationship that he did so.

"Are you alright?" You let your brows fall to a frown.

Your instant reaction was one of worry, of course.

"Hmm?" He glances up, eyes partially void of their normal warmth, "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine,"

"Okay," You reply with laced caution, "Well, it's the first Friday of the month which means it's rom-com night! You pick the movie and I'll get the snacks,"

"You can choose," Shawn shrugs, standing up and going to walk past you, "I'll watch whatever,"

As he walks past, your lips pucker like you expect him to kiss you but they are met with the harsh touch of empty air instead.

What the fuck was wrong with this kid?!

Nonetheless, you grab the popcorn and opt for a random Netflix romance film, settling down onto the couch beside him to watch it. Normally, Shawn would make grabby hands at you as soon as you walked in and he would engulf you in his hug. Or he would yawn and settle his head over your lap so you could play with his hair and, every so often, dot the brown curls with delicate kisses.

"Are you okay?" You ask instinctively, unable to brush off the worry seeping through you.

"I'm fine," He mumbles and did he just roll his eyes?!

You let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer before forcing them back to the screen and focusing solely on the really shit storyline.

~~~

In the last half of the movie, Shawn stuffs his phone into his pocket and stands up, "I'm going to bed,"

"Shawn what ar-"

"Are you alright locking up?" He interrupts instantly.

You pause and blink once, twice, "Uhh, yeah yeah that's fine,"

Again, you didn't remember the last time that Shawn didn't lock up the house before the two of you went to bed - always having a flare of protectiveness that he couldn't shift.

However, tonight, he nods and makes his way upstairs to the room you shared - leaving you to lock up the house and follow with a deepset worry in your chest about what had happened and where your loving boyfriend had gone.

~~~

Climbing into bed was even worse, as soon as your weight dipped onto the bed, Shawn was quick to shift to face away from you, one arm tucking under the pillow.

"Are you kidding me Shawn?" You sigh, more fed up than worried by now, "First you don't kiss me when I came home, then you sit on your phone all through movie night, you go upstairs before I do and now you're going to bed without talking to me?"

Shawn grunts some sort of incoherent reply.

"You know you were the one that set up these little traditions and now you're pissed so you're acting like it's nothing," You continue, hoping your anger would spark some in him.

"Well maybe I thought not lying was a tradition too but I guess not," Shawn snaps, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and handing it over, shifting himself to sit up in the bed, bringing his knees up.

When you look down at the phone, it was open on a conversation of him and one of his school friends. Specifically, there was a screenshot the friend had sent him. From his little brother. And it was none other than a photo of Aaliyah sat across the table from him - on their date.

"You took her on a date and you lied to me," Shawn mumbles with sadness washing his syllables.

You take a deep sigh before beginning, "Shawn I think there's two parts to this, okay?"

He glances up but not at you.

"I should've told you, I know, because we don't lie to each other and I hated doing it, god knows I'm terrible at lying!" You try to laugh a little, "Remember the time I tried to surprise you on tour for the first time?"

He can't help but faintly smile, "I was on the phone to you for forty one seconds before you told me,"

"So you know I wouldn't want to lie to you," You turn things back to the situation, "But Aaliyah's a teenage girl who got asked on a date and I wanted it to go well for her, is that so bad?"

"You could've told me," He grumbles, "I would've been okay with it," His jaw clenches as he speaks.

"Now you're the one that's lying," You scoff, shifting in the bed so your positioning was identical to his, with inches still between you.

"She's my little sister, I don't want to see her dating some random guy," He states, dragging a hand through his curls, "He could be an asshole,"

"Shawn, when I first started dating you my brother was the same. In fact, I didn't tell him we were dating until everybody else already knew because I knew what he'd be like," You confess, "And, to me, it was ridiculous. Here I was dating this incredible guy and all he could think of was the worst,"

"So you think I'm being selfish? Pathetic?"

"No, I actually think you're completely justified. Because you're her brother. But from her perspective it isn't like that. She's going on a date with a boy she likes and she's scared to let her brother get in the way of that," You explain, "So I had to help her. Because I know what it's like to be in her shoes,"

Shawn swallows and you can tell he feels guilty for how he reacted.

"And, fuck, it was worth it to lie to my brother if it meant I could go on dating you," You laugh, "So maybe it will be worth it for Aaliyah and this guy. And, if not, well, I'll be there to handle that one too,"

You push down his legs and swing yourself round to sit atop his thick thighs, facing his blushing cheeks.

"I'm sorry for overreacting," He nibbles at his lip, "I should've kissed you when you came in and I should've cuddled on the couch and I sh-"

You silence him with a much awaited kiss, cupping his jaw and holding him against your lips as his hands move to pull your waist as close to him as humanly possible.

"You were just being a pouty boy," You mock, pouting your lips and letting out a light chuckle.

He rolls his eyes and kneads your hips in his grasp, "I don't appreciate you enough, you know?"

"Oh, god, I know," You joke with a shake of your head, "But, hey, I couldn't ask for more,"

He hums and kisses you once again, running his hands to slightly south of your hips and moans a little against your mouth, evidently fed up of acting distant.

~~~

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tehrevving · 5 years

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Rambling

I dunno if anyone’s interested but I just smashed out a brainstorm/draft 0 of a piece and I figured I’d share it here, you know, if anyone wanted to get some insight as to how my twisted mind works, or something, I dunno.

Anyway. When I started writing this I didn’t know where I was going with it apart from Devil Trigger Cock.... and well I guess now I do. lol. This is my first pass, it has all my typos and probably doesn’t make much sense. It’s not coherant, it jumps around and it’s probably 5 rewrites away from being finished, the dialogue doesn’t have tags etc but, here it is if you wanna read. Enjoy :D

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/33l1r0nOyFVOANL6gqmA00?si=_NxH7iV7RImRGw56g_9TKA

It was a lazy day at Devil May Cry. Dante had been sprawled out over the length of the couch, arm over his eyes, pretending to nap and wasting the day away.

You sat up, moving back down his body until your hips were over his. He let out a soft groan as you sat down, you could feel his hardness through his pants pressing against you.

“Don’t you think I’ve been such a good girl lately Dante?”

He lifted his head up to look at you.

“And, good girls should get rewarded, don’t you think?”

He sighed, “there’s always a catch with you.”

“Do you know what we haven’t done in a while?”

“hmm?” he intones, rising up at the end in question. He’s intrigued now, sitting up silghtly so there’s less strain on his neck.

“What you haven’t done in a while.”

You arch your back and see the way his eyes follow the curve of your form. You rock your hips as you settle back down and watch as his eye flutter shit for a moment before opening.

“Well, you know what to do sweetheart.”

You lean forward to kiss him again. His hips move impatiently, wanting friction tht youre simply too small to provide.

You hold his big cock in your hands. Fingers wrapped around the base and pulling it towards your mouth. You press kitten licks to the sensitive spot jst underneath the big head while he squirms underneath you.

“Danteeee~,” you whine at him.

“Fine. Fine.”

There’s a rush of energy, it moves through the room and concentrates between your fingers. You watch as the coverted object in front of you glows white with light, with a scorching sort of heat.

In his Devil trigger, his normal one anyway, his cock doesn’t get much longer. Maybe another inch or so, he’s long enough already that it’s tricky to notice but the girth of it practically doubles. A long, fat cock, the skin a dark sort of brown tinged with veins that glow orange red and pulse. It’s ribbed and segmented all the way up, like it’s covered in scales. With a thick blunted head and heavy balls that hang low.

It doesn’t take much for him to come when he’s like this. His devil cock is sensitive. Each orgasm makes it more sensitive, it comes a lot and often, and you’ve never seen it get soft. Not that you’ve ever tried, Dante always gies up before that point. Eventually his body gives out and his cock fades back into human form.

“Babe,” he says as you take him as far between your lips as you can. It’s not much.

You know it’s madness to try and take him without any prep, not like this.

He’s out of it, but not enough that he’s not aware. His hands are tight on your hips in warning. The head of him lines up with you and he growls, a deep thing that rumlbles in his chest. Your legs are shaking as you try to hold yourself stretched up.

“Nope,” he says, voice slightly distorted. He pulls you off him, not that you were really on him to start with. He lifts you effortlressly with both hands and pulls you until you’re resting your thighs on either side of his face.

//fingers and then a demon tongue

By the time Dante releases you, you’re shaking too much to stay upright.

You look down to see his cock absolutely glistening with precome, a large pool of it on his skin.

He sits up and plls you to his chest. He’s sticky and sweaty, but so are you.

He holds you steady, gives you support because you don’t have any yourself. You’re only human, he probably did too much, but you’ve got this fire in your eyes even though your body is almost limp in his arms.

You cry out as the head of his thick cock, impossibly warm starts to press against your entrance. It’s so wet there, from your own slick, Dante’s thick demon saliva and the liquid pouring from his cock. It goes in this time. You feel his nails turn to points against your hips as his cock begins to sink inside of you. You cry out and claw at his shoulders, trying to find purchase on anything, the stitching on his shirt groaning.

You’re incoherent and beathing heavily by the time he’s fully seated inside of you. Everything burns with this pleasure you can hardly stand.

“You did it. Such a good girl,” he praises you. His voice gruff and distorted, he’s breathing hard, struggling to hold himself back. His hand threads through your heair and pulls it up to you’re looking at him.

“Are you okay?” There’s concern in his eyes.

You nod.

He looks down at you like he doesn’t believe you.

“Dante,” you whisper. “Please.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You try to rock on him but between his large thighs and how much of him is fucking inside of you right now, it’s almost impossible.

You reach down a hand over your belly while he thrusts, and that’s when you feel it.

You take his hand, place it on your skin and try desperately to rock your hips so he can fele it.

It triggers something primal inside of him. His eyes flashing red, flashing dark. Dante growls and it’s inhuman, it looks like his skin starts to tremble, and you wonder if he’s going to fully trigger.

He lifts you up and pushes you back util you’re lying on your back on the couch. He’s on his knees, your legs around his hips. The bulge in your skin is larger here, you can see it. You lean up to watch it, and you can see his eyes are locked on it too.

He pulls his hips back and it shifts, you throw your head back and cry out at the feel of it. The pleasure. The tight rush as your body grips his cock, not wanting to let it go.

His whole body is vibrating now, claws digging into your hips. You’re bleeds from the pricks of his nails claws now, dripping down on to the couch.

You come and you scream his name.

There’s an unholy light, an impossible heat. You scream louder as something change sinside of you. You think the pressure might split you in half, it’s so big. Like his cock has tripled in size, maybe more. There’s a roar, something that shakes the very core of your being, shakes the room.

Your eyes water from the heat, you can hardly see through them.

This huge demon growls your name and swears as its fucking giant cock rearranges your insides as it moves. It’s more like it’s pushing and pulling your insides around it than it is thrusting itself in and out. It’s ridged everywhere, catching on your body. The pleasure is unbearable, the bulge in your stomach even larger now.

You pass out from the heat, from the vibrating inside your skull as the creature comes inside of you.

You wake up in pain, to a blurry, swearing Dante standing over you.

Your body aches, there’s not a part of you that doesn’t hurt. Your skin feels like ribbons, like it’s been clawed away on your hips and your thighs. There’s an unbearable burn between your legs, that seems to stretch all the way up your body.

You groan and even that hurts, like your lungs are bruised.

The couch cushions are shredded underneath you.

Your vision comes lsightly more in focus, but you can’t move

There’s Dante, pushing something foul and chewy into your mouth and begging for you to swallow.

You try your best, pushing the gross mush down your throat. You feel instantly better and worse at the same time. The pain starts to recede, but it just leaves a numb throbbing that’s almost worse.

Dante helps you to sit up and there’s a gush of something. You look down to see a huge puddle of dark liquid between your legs. And then you notice that the couch is scorched black, the walls and floor are scortched black. There’s charcoal on the roof. You groan as your neck protests at the action of moving.

“Don’t move,” says Dante, “just rest.”

“What the fuck? Happened?”

“I lost control,”

“Lost?”

“Lost, lost control.”

You see a flash of a huge demon in your minds eye, glowing orange and red. Your body moves to flinch back but Dante’s there to hold you still.

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I Have You

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Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

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Summary: Virgil and Remy go on a camping trip with their friends, and an event earlier in the day has put Virgil in a bad mood. He still has a surprise to give to Remy though.

Tags/Warnings: camping, very brief/slight angst, mentions of being unable to swim/almost drowning, anniversaries

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A familiar presence settles beside Virgil as he stokes the dying embers of a campfire. He hasn’t looked away from it since it still produced flames, the red glow of the embers imprinted on the backs of his eyelids. Neither man says anything for a long moment, until the other person tosses a ball of paper into the fire pit and Virgil pokes the embers until it catches fire.

“How are you doing?”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” He snaps, “I’m pissed off, and still fucking damp, which sucks now especially since it’s dark and cold.”

“Well you can always restart the fire.” By now, the paper’s completely burnt to ash. After another moment of silence, he continues. “Listen, you know I’d do anything for you babe-”

“Then why didn’t you stop them, Remy?”

Remy throws his hands up. “It was a harmless prank! Patton thought it would be funny!”

Virgil turns on him, his face pinched with anger. “It wasn’t harmless and it wasn’t fucking funny! I could’ve drowned!”

“We didn’t know-!”

“Which is why you don’t do that shit!”

“Okay, okay. You’re right. We shouldn’t have thrown you in the lake. But I saved you, right? You’re okay.” Remy nudges Virgil’s shoulder, and even in the low light of the moon Remy can tell he’s blushing a little.

“Yeah, I guess,” he grumbles, poking the embers again. Remy sighs and stands, walking over to their stack of firewood and grabbing a few logs. Virgil stops poking the embers long enough for Remy to assemble a teepee out of the logs, grabbing a sheet of newspaper to crumple up and shove inside. The embers are - thankfully - hot enough that the newspaper catches fire, and within a few minutes they have a decent fire going.

Virgil scoots closer to Remy, and Remy wraps an arm around him while Virgil rests his head on the other’s shoulder. Remy can feel the slight dampness of his shirt, made cold by lowering night time temperatures, and guilt starts to gnaw at him. Virgil was right, he could have been seriously hurt, and all because they hadn’t stopped to think. Now that he was thinking about it, it should have been obvious. Virgil never joined them when they went swimming. Sure, he would come along, but he’d never jump in. At the pool, he’d either sit on the edge with his feet in the water or stay sitting on the steps the whole time. At the waterpark, he’d stick to the shallow part of the wave pool or the park’s version of a lazy river. And at the lake…

At the lake, he’d just sat the whole time on a beach towel with a book, and Remy had wanted him to join in the fun.

“You should take your shirt off, let your skin warm up.” Remy mutters.

“I didn’t bring any spare clothes, just enough for the trip.”

Remy shrugs, giving Virgil a small smirk. “So take one of mine, you look cute in my stuff anyways.” A small thrill of victory goes through him when Virgil’s cheeks flush pink. “But seriously, babe, you need to get out of these clothes before they make you sick.”

Virgil gives him a wary look. “How do I know you’re not just trying to get me naked to trick me into sex.” Remy gives him a look and he relents, “Okay, yeah, that doesn’t make sense, you’re right.” He huffs lightly as he stands, pulling off his shirt, Remy making an offended noise when Virgil drops it on top of his head. By the time he gets it off his head and fixes his hair, Virgil’s stepping out of his pants too. These he keeps in his arms as he sits back down on the blanket-covered log in just his boxers. “I’m not taking these off.”

Remy throws his hands up with a grin. “I’m not making you. I can ogle your sexy bod just fine like this.” Virgil’s blush darkens and he shoves Remy lightly. Remy laughs quietly, looking at Virgil’s shirt in his lap. Virgil’s hand slips into the pocket of his jeans and plays with the small box inside. He supposed now was a good time to do this, since the others weren’t awake to witness him being a sap. He takes a deep breath and pulls out the little cardboard box, looking down at it.

“Hey, Rem?”

Remy hums, watching as one of the logs crumbles, sending sparks into the air.

“Do you know what today is?”

Remy glances over at Virgil. He doesn’t seem to notice the box. “Uhm…. Friday? Or is it Saturday now… what time is it?” Virgil can’t help but let out an amused snrk.

“No, genius. It’s… our six month anniversary.”

Remy hums, a look of recognition crossing his face. “That rings a few bells. That shakes a tambourine.” Virgil lets out a surprised laugh at that.

“What? I don’t- I can’t even-” he shakes his head. “Nevermind. Uhm… I sort of… made you something… here.” He shoves the box at Remy, looking away. Remy raises an eyebrow, slowly taking the box and opening it. Inside is two teardrop-shaped gemstones positioned to look like halves of a heart, one a dark pink and the other almost olive green, inlaid into the lid of… something. Remy takes it out, opening it. That something is a handmade compass, obviously made with care. Remy looks at the sky to figure out where east and west are, then looks down at the compass. Well shit, it works.

Virgil clears his throat. “That’s uh… peridot and tourmaline. Our birthstones. And it’s a compass ‘cause I’m tired of your ass getting lost walking two feet to the left.” He grumbles, though Remy can tell it’s meant as a joke. Remy’s sense of direction is bad - probably why Virgil gave him the compass, like he said - but it wasn’t that bad. He smiles, leaning over to kiss Virgil’s cheek. “This is great, babe. Thanks. I won’t be able to give you yours until we get home-”

“Because you forgot.”

“I didn’t forget! I just didn’t know it was today! Your present is sitting in my apartment, swearsies.”

Virgil rolls his eyes and smiles, pressing a brief kiss to Remy’s lips. “Relax, it’s fine.” He leans against Remy again, Remy’s arm wrapping around him. His eyes slip closed with a content hum as Remy presses a kiss to his hair. “I’m just happy that I have you.”

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Tearing Down Sandcastles Part 20

Summary: Sofia feels stuck in life and has for the better part of two decades. Now she’s nearing her 30th birthday and her luck begins to change when a handsome actor accidentally destroys her niece’s sandcastle.

Chapter Summary: The last two weeks of Sofia and Sebastian being apart.

Warnings: Anxiety, accidental injuries

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After the little argument, we did our best to make the last two weeks apart work. Sebastian called and texted regularly and I was honest with my feelings. I told him how lots to people were trying to invade my privacy and it wasn’t doing anything to help my anxiety. Since Erica was my sister, it seemed easier for people to get information about men. I shockingly found my name in an online article listing celebrities who were dating ‘normal’ people.

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“’Marvel actor Sebastian Stan has been in the business for years, appearing alongside other notable stars like Nicole Kidman, Matt Damon, Margot Robbie, and Meryl Streep. The Romanian native recently announced his engagement to the sister of acclaimed director, Erica Valdez. Sofia Valdez now lives with Stan in New York but has remained out of the public eye despite her fiancée’s career.’ I mean do they want me to just suddenly become an actress because I’m going to marry you?” I huffed over the phone after reading the article excerpt.

“It’s just a trashy gossip site. They want drama.” Sebastian assured me.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’d love to hear that you’ve run off with my sister and in revenge, I got with Noah,” I replied sarcastically.

“A scandal for sure.” He chuckled and sighed. “Just try to take it as a grain of salt. No one else has a say in our relationship.”

“They feel like they do,” I mumbled and finished folding a load of laundry. Setting each neat pile on the bed.

“How’s everything else going?” He gently steered me away from the article.

“Busy, which is good. Just trying to juggle it all but I’m glad to be doing something. I sort of felt useless before when I wasn’t working.” I clamped the phone between my ear and shoulder so I could begin sorting the laundry away.

“Sofia, you’re never useless. I want you to do what makes you feel best. So if you feel good about work and classes, then I’ll support you every step of the way. But don’t think you’re useless.”

“You don’t make me feel useless.” I murmured. “You act like I’m the center of the universe.” I teased.

“Because you are.” He insisted lovingly. “You’re the center of my universe and that hasn’t changed since the day I met you.”

I stopped in the closet with a smile on my face. I touched one of his shirts and my heart ached for him. “I can’t wait for you to come home,” I said wistfully.

“I know, babe, but I’ll be home before you know it. I have an early morning though, so I have to let you go now. You have a lecture at four tomorrow right?”

“Yeah, I’m working in the morning.”

“So if I call you at seven, it’ll be noon there…” He thought through the time difference out loud. “Noon work?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“Okay, I love you. I’ll text you when I get up.”

“Love you too.”

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But the morning text wouldn’t come. Instead, I was woken up at one in the morning from a call. My sister’s name was on the screen and I knew it was urgent. She was aware of our own time difference and was mindful of the hour she called.

Disoriented, I sat up in bed and turned on the speakerphone. “Hello?”

“Sof, are you up?” My sister’s voice was tense and alarmed me.

“Well, I am now. What’s wrong?”

“Sebastian was in an accident.”

“What?” I bolted up in a panic and threw the sheets aside. “What accident? Is he okay?”

“His agent got in contact with mine because she couldn’t track down your number. She thinks it was a car crash but she’s trying to get more information from the film crew.”

“Oh my God.” My hand flew to my mouth and worst-case scenarios caused an instant panic attack. I sunk to my knees and hyperventilated into my thighs.

“Sof, Sofia, please just breathe with me, okay?”

“I need to get over there!” I exclaimed breathlessly. Frantic tears stained my cheeks and I felt so hopeless. He was on another continent, what if something really bad happened and I couldn’t be there for him?

“You have to get yourself calm first.” Erica did her best on dealing with my panic but Sebastian was much better at settling me.

“Erica, please. What if he’s dying?” I cried hysterically.

“Okay, let me just…” She sounded unnerved, probably because she couldn’t assure me that he wasn’t dying. There was a lack of information because of the disconnected trail of communication. “I will see what’s available for flights. I’m going to have to hang up though. Can you try to go through some breathing until I call you back?”

“Y-yes, yes, I will.”

When she hung up, I tried to calm my trembling body and close my eyes. It was nearly impossible to focus on my breathing because I was too scared. I ended up crumbled on the floor, shaking and begging God to keep my Sebastian alive.

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Erica came through and pulled out some big connections to get me on a flight as soon as possible.

No news came through and I was forced to keep my composure through the airport and on the long flight to Germany.

Then I waited in Frankfurt, on my layover, desperately trying to get news from Sebastian’s agent. Before boarding, my second flight to Greece, a text came through. She told me that last she’d heard he was still in surgery. She also explained that a member of the film crew would meet me at the airport to escort me to the hospital.

It was another three hours or so to Athens and the wait was excruciating. I was terrified to get off the airplane, turn on my phone, and read a text telling me my fiancee had died. When we landed, there wasn’t such a text. But there was another from his agent telling me the name of the man waiting for me, a bodyguard that worked for some of the cast.

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“Sofia?” A tall man with a distinct Yankees ball cap waved me over.

“Yes, Isaac.” I hurried over to him. “Is he okay?” I could delay the polite introductions.

“He’s out of surgery.” He nodded and offered to take my hastily packed duffle. “He should be awake now. I’m sure there’ll be a doctor there to explain the injuries, I’m not entirely sure what happened yet.” He led me outside where a car was waiting for us.

The ride to the hospital was a little more bearable because I knew Sebastian was at least alive. But I didn’t waste time getting into the hospital and to the room, they directed me to.

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“Sofia?” He looked shocked to see me in the doorway, probably still under the impression that I was still in Manhattan.

I burst into tears when I saw the state he was in. Several rows of stitches covered over his eyebrow, down his and his left arm. His right arm was in a sling as well.

“Sebastian.” I rushed to his side and tried to hug him without causing further injury or messing with the IV tubes. “I was so worried. Erica called me and I just assumed the worst. I’m so glad you’re okay. I was terrified I’d lost you.” I rambled incoherently through my tears.

“Sh, draga mea, I’m okay.” He soothed and held me close with his good arm.

“What happened?” I hiccupped.

“We were driving to set and got in a bad crash. I didn’t really see what happened I just felt it…we flipped I guess. I don’t really remember anything after the initial impact. Got a little banged up though.” He kissed my hair. The reunion was a little different than we’d expected.

“Like what? Will you be okay? They said you were in surgery for a long time.” I drew back and tenderly touched his face. His skin was mostly cleaned up of the blood but his stitches were fresh and it made me sick to my stomach to realize how deep the gashes must’ve been.

“They said my lung was punctured.” He admitted. “But they said everything went well in surgery so it shouldn’t be a problem. My shoulder dislocated but it’s fine now and the rest of it was just glass.” He shrugged.

I looked at him. It was as if he were talking about a trip on the sidewalk. “Sebastian, I could’ve lost you.” I couldn’t hold back. There were so many emotions I’d kept pent up while traveling for hours.

“It’s okay, love, it was scary but I’m okay. I’m much better now that you’re here.” He sighed quietly.

“Are you in pain?”

“Nah, just drugged up.” He answered and closed his eyes. “

I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hair back. “Get some rest. I’ll be here.” After all the times Sebastian had taken care of me I knew it was my turn to step up. It wouldn’t be easy seeing him in pain but I loved him too much not to carry him every step of the way. Metaphorically, of course, I doubted I could carry him.

“Yeah? Even though I probably look like Frankenstein’s monster because of the stitches?” He mumbled playfully.

“You still look handsome, don’t worry.” I kissed his forehead. “You’ll always be gorgeous to me.”

“Hope they don’t scar too much.” He continued rambling on in a quiet, slurred grumble. “More time in the makeup chair. Fucking pain the in ass…” He exhaled and his words faded away before he conked out from the painkillers.

I stayed sitting beside him while he slept. I briefly sent a message to Erica and his agent, telling them everything that I knew. It was a relief to say he would be perfectly fine in the few weeks to come.

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