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pyrrhiccomedy · 2 days

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A DM’s Fair Play Guide To Plot Twists

I love running a game with a lot of surprises. The challenge to pulling this off well is that, unless you’re playing a one on one game, your players outnumber you: and between them, they have a good chance of figuring out what’s going to happen, no matter how sneaky and clever you are.

The first way of dealing with this - which I’ll just call the bullshit way - is to not give your players the information they need to solve the mystery. Don’t let them find out about the secret society until it’s too late. Don’t give them any reason to suspect that their NPC ally is planning to kill them. Don’t let them find the murder weapon, don’t let them locate the witnesses, don’t give them the chance to skip to the end of their investigation.

This sucks, and if you run your games like this, you’re going to piss off your players. Because it isn’t fair.

In mystery literature, a “fair play mystery” is one where the reader is given all of the information they need in order to figure out the solution before the Big Reveal. It’s what makes the reveal good: that GASP, the “oh shit, the knife! the knife from the party! that was hers! I forgot!”

Pulling off a twist in a fair play game is an incredible feeling. Your players will think you’re a genius (or an absolute dick bastard, which is just as good) and they’ll respect it more when they land in hot water that they plausibly could have avoided. So how do you run a fair play game without your players figuring out the twists ahead of time, given that you’re definitely not smarter than all of your players put together?

By fucking with their expectations.

Here are some things that I keep in mind, to keep my players guessing. And it’s important, with all of this, that if your players see through something, let them have it. They should figure out a lot of things on their own! But if you’re regularly seeding your stories with all of this stuff, eventually your players will miss something. Those are somethings you can build on. The same way that a low level enemy who gets away once can keep coming back again and again until they become an important antagonist, a misapprehension your party proves to have a blindspot for can grow and develop until they get smacked with a breathtaking twist.

What’s a twist if not the sudden overturning of an assumption you never thought to question?

1: Make your powerful friendly NPCs know a lot...but not as much as the players think they do.

Player characters often end up with powerful allies. It would be very convenient for the party if those allies always had accurate information. Make sure they don’t always enjoy that convenience.

It’s a balancing act: you want your powerful NPCs to be powerful. You want this alliance to be meaningful and beneficial to your players. But give your NPC an Achilles heel of some kind, when it comes to the information at their disposal. The Noble General commands powerful forces and knows the lay of the enemy’s land well...but that doesn’t mean he knows what every squadron and scouting party is up to. The Political Mastermind may know the ins and outs of the court, and have keen insight into the motivations of others: but he has an enemy who pisses him off so much that he loses all objectivity around her. The Powerful Wizard can call upon great magic to aid the party: but his divinations aren’t as accurate as he thinks they are, and he’s prone to finding, in his signs and omens, what he wants to see, more than what’s actually there.

Most of the time, their information should be good! That will make it more likely that your players will trust them the one time when it isn’t.

2. Let (apparently) less powerful NPCs sometimes know more than the players think they do.

Most NPCs aren’t the Noble General or the Powerful Wizard. Most NPCs are Daves, designed to get the players from place to place. Most of those Daves know about as much as you’d expect them to. But some Daves have plans of their own.

You don’t always have to signpost with big blinking lights which of your NPCs are ‘important,’ and which ones are ‘unimportant.’ Sneak in a crafty Dave from time to time. That assistant they talk to, every time they go to see the prince? That bitch knows everything, and she’s almost ready to make her move.

3: There is no such thing as a completely reliable witness.

If the players only get information from one person, that information should be flawed in at least one, potentially small, but important way. Smart players will seek a second opinion, or at least allow for the possibility that their information may be incomplete. But even smart players get out over their skis sometimes.

4: Let your NPCs be aware of the power of a first impression.

If an NPC gives a strong first impression of being a particular kind of person, it’s because they’re comfortable giving that impression. That might be because it’s who they are. But maybe not.

One of the first characters the PCs met in a VtM campaign I ran was Gawaine. Gawaine was a good old pine-scented man’s man, with salt and pepper stubble and a blue Ford truck. He listened to AC/DC, and talked about the war. He was affable and honest and willing to lend a hand. You already know Gawaine. Everybody knows a Gawaine. Gawaines are trustworthy, salt of the earth types. You don’t necessarily think to question a Gawaine.

That’s exactly why Gawaine was such a useful persona for Krystiyan, the Tzimisce Voivode, a cruel and alien sculptor of flesh who “never left his haven.” There were plenty of clues that they were the same person, but that campaign was in its endgame before the players put them all together.

5: Sometimes, dangerous and villainous NPCs should be helpful and cooperative.

Not even necessarily because they’re manipulating the players, or even deceiving them about their true natures, but because their interests and the players’ interests genuinely align...for the moment.

One of the easiest levers in your players’ brains to exploit is the expectation that people who help you are your friends. Even if your players know, consciously, that they shouldn��t trust this person, most of the time they kind of can’t help it, if the NPC is genuinely helpful to them and at least a little charismatic.

6: Sometimes, good and valuable NPCs should be unhelpful and uncooperative.

No matter how mature your players are, there’s a natural tendency to react to uncooperative NPCs with a reflexive, “Hey, fuck you! We’re the protagonists! This guy is an asshole!” so from time to time have a helpful, honest, good-aligned NPC have a wholly justified but as-yet-unknown-to-the-party reason to flatly refuse to deal with them.

7: Every NPC should have a secret.

Not necessarily a bad secret. Were it to be revealed, it might even make the party like them more! But for their own reasons, the NPC does not want their secret to come out, and they will lie to the party to protect it. Players go crazy when they realize they’re being lied to, and often jump to some wild assumptions about your NPC’s motivations. I’ve had an NPC lie about the opening hours of a shop, and had the PCs assume that they were black market dealers for the villain when the dude just wanted to be able to close early so he could go smoke weed in the park.

8. As a DM, it’s polite to remind your players of the common knowledge their characters would possess...even when it doesn’t reflect the truth.

We all know it’s tedious when the DM calls for a roll when you’re just asking for common knowledge. I shouldn’t have to make a roll to know the dumb space word for plastic in a Star Wars game. I shouldn’t have to make a roll to know who the Holy Roman Emperor is in a game about medieval vampires. The DM should supply common knowledge for free, whenever it comes up.

That doesn’t mean common knowledge is true.

This is different from just lying to your players, because you don’t put the weight of DM word-of-God behind it. It’s not “You would know this guy is a Ventrue, based on XYZ.” It’s “it would be a common assumption that this guy is a Ventrue, based on XYZ.” He might not be a Ventrue. It might in fact be extremely important that he is not a Ventrue. But if it is commonly assumed that he’s a Ventrue, that is - word for word - something you can share with your players. If they don’t look any deeper than common knowledge, that’s on them.

9. Obviously untrustworthy NPCs provide great air coverage for less obviously untrustworthy NPCs.

The obviously untrustworthy NPC might or might not be planning to betray the party. But if you introduce two untrustworthy NPCs in the same storyline, and one of them seems normal and cool and has a genuine plot-related reason to be there, and the other one is Jaffar, Jaffar’s gonna get clocked, but Susan over there will probably slip under the radar, and might even get tapped to help out with the whole Jaffar situation. They might get Susan’s number, by the end of the session. Susan might become an ‘ally.’ Susan might even get romanced by a party member. Play your cards right, and Jaffar might just end up a footnote in the introduction of Susan, Scourge of Worlds and most hated NPC in the entire campaign.

10. Your villains should always have a secret plan B.

Your villain isn’t stupid, right? And your villain probably isn’t so arrogant that it is inconceivable to them that their plan might fail. They’ve been planning this ritual for ten thousand years, after all. It’s always possible that some plucky band of heroes could show up at the last minute and murder your high priest, or steal your amulet, or seduce your second in command. So what does your villain have in his back pocket to make the players go, “Oh, shit - he planned for this!”

This may mean that there is a whole separate plot happening, running alongside the main story. This is great, because when weird things happen, the players have to figure out whether this is part of Plot A or Plot B, and working out who did what and why gets a lot more interesting. If they end up foiling Plot A, great - your villain was also secretly behind Plot B the whole time, and will transfer all of his resources over to that.

Sometimes your players will figure out that Plots A and B were both the same plot the whole time, with the same villain at the head, and they’ll feel like the smartest people on the planet, and it will be their favorite moment of the entire game. That’s great! You gave them that!

Sometimes, they won’t. And when the villain of Plot A, apparently defeated, starts laughing and reveals that he was also the mastermind behind Plot B, which is now too late to be stopped, that will probably be your favorite moment of the entire game.

#dice matters

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i-mean-yeah-whatever · 23 hours

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Every time I read an anti-Bucktommy take it's like they don't understand what they're watching. Like, no understanding of how fiction works at all and a criminal lack of media literacy. And also unable to follow a simple story.

A tv show like 911 will never be like their favorite friends to lovers fics where everything they want to see on-screen is made into words, every little thought, every gesture is described in a flowery way, every single line is doctored to fit the fandom's expectations, using very specific tropes. This is fanwork, this is our business, we love it, we cherish it but this is our stuff.

911 is a tv show. It'll use many types of tv writing techniques to get to the point while having to deal with budgetary constraints, marketing needs, political restrictions and more. Could they have done a better job with reintroducing Tommy? Absolutely. Does it work as it is? Of course, if we're actually looking at what and how they tell on-screen.

A (long) BuckTommy timeline.

🚁 7x03 - Tommy and Buck meet on the day of the rescue, even before we see Buck, Chim and Eddie in the chopper. They first meet off-screen. We don't know what happened then, we don't know how they looked at each other, if they smiled at each other, if they even talked directly to each other. But they met before we see them in the chopper.

We know by what happens later that Tommy makes a strong impression on Buck (who is already in the middle of a real life crisis). We can also assume that Tommy is attracted to Buck based on his looks (and probably also affinity, they do the same job, never underestimate the homoerotic power of male camaraderie), something we also understand later, so it works (but also, the way he looks at Buck at the end of this episode is a subtle hint.) Don't forget that writers know in advance things we don't, that's why we can go back and find the breadcrumbs we didn't notice before or couldn't make a connection with yet.

🔥 Buck wants to know more about Tommy and his work. This is where you, as the audience, should fill the gap based on what we saw before and what comes next. This is where you should be able to do that instead of wanting everything on-screen the same way you put everything in a fanfic. This gap you fill because you're supposed to understand how average tv storytelling works leads to the following point.

🚁 7x04 - Buck contacts Tommy, he gets to visit Harbor. At this point, we can clearly see Tommy is acting flirty in a very subtle and respectful way, because he doesn't really know what's the deal with Buck, but remember the way he looked at Buck in 7x03? Then there's Buck acting... weird. What's his real purpose here? And this was before he even knew Tommy and Eddie were BFF, so Buck was already attracted to Tommy whatever his connection with the 118 crew, even if the real reason was blurry even to Buck himself.

🔥 7x04 - Tommy is now someone they interact with regularly. Tommy is now slowly working his way (back) into the 118 group. He finds a good friend in Eddy (strangely I don't see anyone questioning that. How is that easier than having a simple, passive crush?), apparently spends a lot of time with him, and knows Christopher because he went to Eddie's house 3 times. Eddie definitely knows more about Tommy than Buck at this point.

🚁 7x04 - Buck is clearly troubled by Tommy. Then there's this whole jealousy circus going on, Buck is a mess, his insecurities are breaking the roof and he's more troubled than ever. Is he jealous of Eddy or Tommy? Or both? (it's both) He wants to be the center of the attention. If he feels he's losing this, people will discard him. So he does some stupid shit. And you can see his feelings are also all over the place. But there's more than just fighting for attention, and that's probably why he's slowly starting to be angry. Because what he feels is different and he can't put his finger on it.

The discussion with Maddie clearly shows how he's chewing on his own heart. He didn't want what he had to change and he acted like a kid with big feelings and little control of himself.

🔥 7x04 - Tommy, who's having a passive crush on Buck, takes the matter in hands and kisses him. Tommy having a crush is not less normal than Buck flirting with basically any cute girl showing interest in him. Being more mature, he meets Buck to set things straight, after having talked about it with Eddie. It's not out of nowhere. Eddie and Tommy are not stupid, and Eddie knows Buck. He saw something was wrong. Tommy, being the new addition to their dynamic, thought it was his fault (I think Eddie and Tommy really felt guilty about going to Vegas and leaving Buck just like that lmao That was so bad for Buck's confidence, I felt it in my bones). Excuses turn to clearing the air turn to let's go for it.

Tommy really took a gamble there. If Buck wasn't what he thought he was, it could have been so bad. So, so bad for Tommy and his job. Imagine Buck accusing Tommy of assault? But he took the risk of kissing him because he has more experience and knows how to read the signs. He's not 15, he has experience with men, and closeted men for sure.

And you know, this is a beautiful scene for Buck as a character. The way he realizes why he did all that, what it means about him, for him. I mean, he knew, in a way, but he didn't know. And Tommy was suddenly everywhere in his life, overwhelming while doing nothing. You have to understand that everything is happening in Buck's head and he needed just a little push to open his eyes.

Buck's queer path: unlocked.

🚁 7x05 - First date, first mess but also first lesson. At this point, you can't even doubt about Tommy's intentions anymore. Buck might still be in a blurry phase but Tommy is not sending mixed signals at all (not with that choice of shirt, let me tell you this. My man was set to hit that night). Buck panicked, Tommy even tried to keep him on tracks for the evening, but between meeting Eddie and what it made Buck say... I mean, Tommy could have had a stronger reaction. Why accept the date if you can't deal with it?

But Tommy knows why, he's been there. Buck liked the idea of the date, but once you're there, everything becomes real. So once again, a little push: Tommy is honest and prefers to part ways, but not without saying why. He's not even mad. At this point, Buck really needs to take another step. It's difficult to drag someone else into your own fog. He has all the rights to be troubled, to doubt, to be scared, but you don't drag someone else in this with you. Tommy protected himself from that, also protected Buck from doing something he'd regret, and he did it with guidance.

🔥 7x05 - Buck talks with Maddie about his date and comes out to her, but more importantly: Buck comes out to Eddie. Look. This is canon, and I know we can choose to ignore canon but both scenes are great. And it's still canon. Maddie is obviously accepting and happy for Buck, and we expected no less from her.

With Eddie, I honestly expected at least some discussion like are you sure? or something like that but I think that at this point, everyone at the 118 knows that there's more to Buck than meets the eye. I'd have loved this scene to be longer with more exchange between Eddie and Buck but it is what it is, and Eddie is supportive of his best friend (yes, sorry, their canon relationship is best friends and I love their friendship, even more now that Buck is out).

And yes, this is even more important to show not only a strong friendship between a supposedly cishet man and a bisexual man but also, and we'll see that later, Eddie still trusts Buck around Chris. Nothing changed. So many people associate queer people with predators, we need to see queer people, and especially queer men, being trusted around children, and being safe. This is the right representation.

I know bvddies are trying to find any reason to make this storyline choice look like shit, because they want their ship to sail (and I completely understand wanting that), but accusing the people who like Buck and Tommy together of being homophobes because they cherish the canon beautiful friendship between Buck and Eddie?? We're not talking about headcanons here, about reading between the lines, or being "coded" a certain way (sorry, for me Eddie is not gay-coded. He's a-spec for sure, and I'm going for being demi, but gay? I don't see it anymore at this point of the show). It's about the canon. You know, at this point, things are already moving into place, even if you don't like Buck and Tommy together. This is where canon is at, this is the story. It's not a personal attack against anyone in the fandom.

🚁 7x05 - Buck wants to apologize to Tommy for the failed date, and for his behavior. Oh, accountability, my beloved. We love to see Buck working on himself. This is the real start of whatever will happen from now on between Buck and Tommy. Buck knows he's ready to embrace this new part of himself and he feels like Tommy is the right person to do that with.

Tommy being Tommy, he makes sure Buck knows what all this means. Buck is not a teenager, Tommy treats him as an equal but he also knows how it feels to be in Buck's shoes.

🔥 7x06 - Tommy, a responsible adult, makes time for Buck (and Chim!) even when he clearly could, and maybe should, just decline. This part was used way too often against Tommy by BoBs. Tommy is a fire pilot on call the night of the bachelor party. A FIRE PILOT ON CALL. Do you think his main goal that night is to have fun? Or is it to be a responsible adult who could well be saving lives (while risking his) the same night? Do you know what it means to be on call? You're basically working without being at work, the second your job needs you, you have to be 100% ready. Again, he's a fire pilot (even if he's also sent on ground work that night). His first job would be to pilot a freaking helicopter and accomplish tasks that requires skills, precision and to not be half asleep. You don't play with that responsibility.

So Tommy showing up is indeed huge. He does it for Buck, and for Chim, but definitely for Buck in the first place. He could have stayed home to get some sleep while waiting. Instead of that, not only he doesn't sleep but he ends up fighting a fire for hours. And the first thing people used against him was that he didn't follow the dress code?! No, you guys need to grow up and live a bit more of real life.

And then we have The Kiss (please someone draw them as The Kiss by Klimt, every fandom needs its Kiss fanart). And once again, it's Tommy making time for Buck, and Chim, when he could be home, take a good shower and be in his cozy bed after working on a fire for more than what, 14 hours? This is a man who knows his priorities. And responsible men are sexy as hell, even when it means they can't have fun like everyone else.

Now, if after all this, and mind you, this is all canon, you still think Tommy is a fraud in this storyline, that his budding romance with Buck has no foundation or that he doesn't care about Buck? And don't even get me started on the "but he was a racist and a misogynist before". Yes, he was. And yes, he changed. Like I said: learn to know his character, but also trust Hen. The fact is that at this point of the story, Tommy is great for Buck. He's kind, he's safe, he's trying even when there's no expectations. Be happy for great representation.

Oh, and don't use your hate against the ship or Tommy to be a nasty little shit with the actors and writers. Decency is free.

#911 #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #did i miss anything?#pushing tumblr's limits with this post #i'm tired and not in a good place recently so don't get me started with your ship war and your bs behavior with actors and writers #i just can't with bullies

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infictionalwonderland · 23 hours

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. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)

babe.

he is your biggest fucking fan

drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx

genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on

to him, you’re everything & more

no1 advocate for anything you do

‘yeah, love, you should do that. definitely’

‘mhmm, anything you want darling’

GRRRRRRRR 🐱🐱🐱🐱

eats up every single one of ur cunty fits

you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it

‘you’re the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriously’

‘if you don’t stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall love’

OOPSIES

HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE

knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it

(but is also not)

he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are

but like

when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes he’s like

she’s MINE.

doesn’t enjoy people staring at his girl

10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares

pd(bloody)a!!!

he’s a big big fan

obvs if it makes you uncomfy, he’ll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern

HOWEVER

if you like it just like he does…

arm wrapped around you waist while you’re walking around

HANDDD HOLDING

he loves cuddling you

ur like his squishmallow 😘😘😘

he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know

will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx

he’s ur mf bitch ❤️❤️❤️

if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less

and what???? it’s true

he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked

if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, he’s not afraid to confront them (if you want that)

‘yeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?’

‘if you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss off’

if people happen to not heed his warning, he’s not afraid to fight someone for you

(one time he did and arthur got called in to ‘deal’ with his son—he gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)

you & the weasels are like this 🤞

ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing you’re so much more than ur beauty

she’s wants to BE you

(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)

george calls you ‘little legend’ he thinks you’re great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.

genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law 🤧

after ron got over his creepy little crush, he’s grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with

you make him feel wanted in his family and actually loved—for that, he loves you more

charlie thinks ur an absolute riot 😭😭

the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)

he’s adored you ever since

bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!

arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general

molly was slightly hesitant initially

BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew she’d love you

(she really, truly does)

#fredweasleyisurseximinion

he wrote that himself xxxx

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasely x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter #fred weasley smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine

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draculaxias · 17 hours

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Not the best, this was meant to be very short; like an idea, not quite a proper fic

Mentions of strap, NSFW, r! Being tied up, hella short

“Ah, you’re awake now.”

Your eyes slowly opened, a groan left your lips as your surroundings were blurry at the moment. It took you time to realize the restraints preventing you from moving your hands.

Once your vision was adjusted that’s when you started questioning; what’s going on?

Your wrists were tied up to the bed’s headboard with a rope, but your legs were free. Sitting on the corner of the bed was Zoya, the leader of the Legion; the gang you were in.

“What.. What’s going o—” “Oh shut it. You know why you’re here and what you did to bring yourself in this situation.” Zoya cut you out coldly. Her gaze wasn’t the same anymore, it was cold with anger in them; she was pissed, pissed at you.

“But lets refresh that poor little memory of yours, shall we?” She stood up, slowly walking around the room, surrounding you as she looked down at you like a predator would at its prey.

“This all happened because an idiot decided to run her damn mouth about how the leader of the gang might just be weak after all for not confronting the enemy herself. Foolish of them— acting like they know best.”

Oh.

That’s whats got her riled up. Earlier on there was a gang meeting discussing about plans on how to take down the enemy before it can attack The Legion. However, something inside you clicked for some reason. You started asking Zoya why she didn’t deal with them herself instead of sending the others; followed with some other claims that didn’t make her too happy.

And since she didn’t say or do anything except glare at you, you thought you got away with it, but oh. Zoya never lets you get away with things without punishing you. Never.

“Zoya, I didn’t mean it..” You defensively said, tugging your wrists hoping to free them from the ropes.

“Oh don’t struggle now , princess. You will get rope burn and hurt yourself— and that simply won’t do.” She chuckled and leaned down to look at you in eye level, “You didn’t mean it huh? Then what the fuck made you say that? Do you really think I became the leader of this gang by just sitting on my ass the whole time? I’m the reason The Legion has even made it this far; and I did it with my own hands and bloody wounds. Still think i’m weak? Grown aoft? Huh?”

You quickly shook your head before speaking “No! I just.. I don’t know, it just came out.”

Zoya’s expression softened as she sat down besides your helpless form. Her hand moved a strand of your hair away from your face; an unexpected gentle act from her.

“Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much lately. Oh foolish girl, don’t think you have the right to undermine me in front of the gang just because I’ve fucked and had my tongue inside of you. All these luxuries, new clothes, accessories, a comfortable bed— they are privileges; not rights. You have all this simply because of my demands.”

You didn’t say anything. Sure it was true you were acting like a brat, but what else was there to say? “I’m sorry—” “Save your apologies for later.” Her tone was cold and commanding.

Despite how harsh her words were, it excited you too. Seeing her pissed, being tied up helpless for her, she was making it clear who is the boss and who’s in control.

“Yet. I have the feeling that the message just won’t sink in… Not until you’ve been properly punished.”

Hearing those words excited you. Usually when Zoya ‘punishes’ you, it means fucking you until morning, and a good fuck. The type to make you cry, want more, always ending with a mind blowing orgasm.

“Oh baby, are you excited? I can tell by the look in your eyes, hm. Dirty girl.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, followed with your loud moans and a couple grunts coming from her.

Your hands still tied, legs wrapped around her waist as her lips marked your skin as hers, her strap was so deep inside of you, it was so thick and big; but Zoya always finds a way to make it fit inside.

“Still think i’m soft and weak, huh?” She spat before letting out a grunt, “Fuck you’re tight, it’s getting a bit hard to move. Is it because you like it? You like being fucked like the dirty, filthy brat you are huh?”

You only responded with whined and babbles. She smirked at the sight of you beneath her; a crying, drooling, and moaning mess, just how she likes seeing you. Hickeys and bites were all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. Your nipples hard and puffy from the attention she was giving them a while back, and your pussy swollen from how much her mouth and strap have been abusing it.

Not so long ago Zoya was eating you out like no tomorrow, edging you for hours until you couldn’t handle it anymore and came on her face without permission. Now you must pray the price, Zoya won’t stop making you cum until she is satisfied. You wanted to cum so bad? Fine, but she won’t stop until she feels like it.

It still feels good, but it’s too much. Every thrust has you sobbing and legs shaking. You feel like you’re on the verge of passing out but Zoya won’t let you—not yet.

“One more baby, one more and your punishment is over.” She kissed you like she’s about to devour you. She suddenly grabs your thighs and presses them against your chest.

In this new position you could feel her cock even deeper inside you, the tip of it kissing your sweet spot over and over again making you moan against her mouth. And before you knew it, the knot bursted.

You squirted hard around her strap as her thrusts slowed down eventually coming to a full stop. It was a strange feeling when she suddenly pulled out, like your brain couldn’t process it. Maybe it was because of how long you have been stuffed and full that you forgot the feeling of when she’s not inside you.

Zoya’s rough kisses were soon replaced with small, gentle ones as she quickly untied you from the restraints. “You did good princess, you took your punishment so well.” She kissed your cheek as you panted.

“Do you want water?” “Y-yes.”

Thank goodness Zoya had water and snacks prepared for you. As harsh as she is during punishments; she still makes sure to do aftercare, something you adore about her. It shows that in the end, she cares about you a lot.

“Do you need something else?” She asked as you drank the whole glass of water, giving it back to her once it was emptied. “No, but can we stay in bed for a while? I’m too tired to take a bath right now.” You replied.

Zoya chuckled before laying back down besides you and wrapping her arms around you, “Of course, you deserve some rest anyway.. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”

You laughed “You didn’t hurt me, but gosh you’re a damn beast.” “Ehhh, not the first time you tell me that.” She smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too..”

Maybe you should do this again, Zoya’s ‘punishments’ are quite the experience~

#zoya path to nowhere #path to nowhere #ptn #zoya ptn #ptn zoya #path to nowhere zoya #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #zoya ptn x reader #zoya x reader #zoya ptn smut #ptn smut

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Hey babe- I wanted to know how you felt about booknerd!reader x Jason. Because it's been rotting my brain forever now and I need to know what someone as genius as yourself thinks about it. So like- We know Jason is a book girl. He's got huge floor to ceiling shelves in his apartment filled with non-fiction, historical fiction, classics, and maybe a few Si-Fi titles. I feel like he would love Toni Morison, Maya Angelou, Henrik Isben, Margret Atwood, and maybe even Harukai Murakami. He has this beautiful collection of leather bond additions of the Iliad Bruce gave him when he was 16. And when he finally invites you over, he cannot contain his excited smile as you start gushing over his home library. He makes you guys coffee and you spend hours talking about your fav genres, authors, online author drama - and after he's walking back to his apartment after dropping you off, he's smiling down at his phone at the message you sent. 'I had so much fun today! Ur library is so so so cool, was wondering if you would be ok going with me to Chapters next week? Wanted to pick up the new Skyward book' He's kicking his feet and hiding his face in his pillow. So deeply overjoyed that his crush shares in his immense love of literature. After you guys officially get together, he buys you so many fucking books. He fallows your goodreads wishlist religiously and surprises you almost every month with a new addition to your growing collection. He usually collects used paper backs, but for you, he splurges on the hardcover special additions. Of course it's because he loves you but it's also so that, maybe, you'll be more incentivised to move into a different apartment. One with floor-to-ceiling book shelves and a shared bed... just saying.. He branches out into more genres and authors he wouldn't usually read from just so he could talk about your favourite books with you. You do the same - your book collections getting mixed together in the process. Library dates, bookstore dates, used-bookstore dates. Your first couple of dates and realisations of love happened in and around books. You would always leave little messages inside the first page of the books you give him. So that if your every away or he's on a mission and he takes a book with him, he'll have one of your small messages of love as a reminder of something to return home to.

Hi hon!! I’m so sorry for the late response, I’ve been dying with uni and just life in general recently, but I’m back and ready to write again!!

I fully agree with almost everything that you said, like you’ve written it out so well and it’s just so cute! I was literally giggling and kicking my feet at the last one omg.

I shall try to add more stuff!!

Jason’s go to present for his loved ones is annotated copies of his favourite books. He only does this when he feels comfortable with a person because sharing his thoughts feels raw and vulnerable sometimes.

Having a significant other who loves to read and appreciates these types of gifts would make him feel happy and very emotional. It’s not often he gets to share this side of himself with people.

When he gifts his copies to his friends or his partner, he feels like he’s leaving a piece of him with the person, so he only does this when he trusts you.

He leaves detailed little messages on the margins of his books. He draws little smiley faces on the cute parts and angry faces on the parts that made him upset.

In the books for his significant other, Jason leaves little notes around the quotes that remind him of you. He highlights them in a different colour and makes sure his notes look extra tidy.

He sucks at wrapping things, so sometimes you’ll get a very poorly wrapped, tape covered novel. You’ll look at the wrapping and laugh, you’d pinch his cheeks teasingly and tell him he did a good job. He’d turn his face away in embarrassment, which leads to you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Then, there would be times where he doesn’t have the energy to deal with the horrible wrapping paper. So, you’ll be gifted a plain paper back with a sticky note on the front cover that reads ‘for you,’ in squiggly lines.

It’s honestly sweet and he gets very shy about it.

Also, Jason’s taste in books is very diverse, he reads anything from the classics to romance to gothic horror. He reads anything and everything and because of that, I think that it would be very easy for you to share your thoughts and recommendations with him.

Even if Jason hasn’t read the book, he listens intently with a huge smile on his face. He loves listening to you talk. If he doesn’t know the author or the book, he will try to familiarize himself with what you’re reading and branch into different genres.

There would be lots of reading and bookstore dates. You’d browse through the different aisles with his hand in yours, only letting go when a particular book catches your attention. He watches you in awe as you gush about the different series.

(Side note, my friends and I always go to bookstores and just point out the worst books we’ve read and I think Jason would do that too.)

As you search through the shelves to find your next read, he’ll come to you all excited, rambling about the book in his hand. From the looks of it, it seems like he loves the book. His hands are moving around, he’s smiling and giggling, but if you pay attention, he’s actually just cussing out the author.

This becomes a tradition in your relationship. You both bring up books that you hate instead of the ones that you really enjoy. You’d spend the next hour of your bookstore visit just giggling at the random passages that the author thought were good enough to share with the world.

I think this would also lead to a book club of reading awful books sometimes just for shits and giggles. There would be weeks where you would read amazing, well written stories together, but then there would be times when you guys would pick up something bad just to make fun of it.

Overall, Jason would love having a book nerd significant other because he finally has someone who he can geek out with.

#gn!reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon #batfam

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WE'RE... WHAT?? ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

| au masterlist ☽

summary:

warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: part two of the series is out! im procrastinating the shit out of all my other requests so im not ignoring any of you btw!! lets all collectively ignore the fact that gracie like a post that has a lyric from her song (also damn im really just smashing out these fics)

"y/n has officially flitted off to boston!" clarisse announces suddenly from chris's lap.

"huh?" grover's head snaps up. "what do you mean?"

"y/n l/n, she's come to boston for her concerts," clarisse says showing her phone screen.

"you have got to be shitting me," chris says. "this is going to end terribly. seriously? here? boston? percy's gonna shit himself."

"oh really why would you think that?" clarisse drawls. "it's not like they don't like each other, they're like besties!"

"and y'know to make things worse y/n's setlist has been posted for months so we legit could've avoided her," chris sighs.

"yeah well, next time you see percy and he comes home grumbling about a business meeting in boston you deal with it then," grover argues.

"okay all of you shut it, percy's coming inside with luke so shhh," clarisse snaps.

"shh about what?" luke asks settling down on the couch next to grover.

"you'll never believe who's in boston!" grover sing songs. it doesn't take luke very long to work out who and his eyes widen in realisation

"no."

"yes."

"well shit."

"yep."

"we're in for a show."

☾. ⋅

percyjackson

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percyjackson hello boston! one non-reschedulable meeting later and here we are...

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underovergrover i expect full compensation for making those pizzas WHICH YOU TOOK CREDIT FOR

percyjackson YOU DID NOT! I MADE HALF OF THOSE - MINE WERE BETTER

clarisse.la.rue no they weren't

percyjackson 🖕🏼

user1 ugh im in love

user2 omggg he's in boston!! so is y/n l/n!! are they following each other around?

user3 PLS I WOULD DIE MAKE THIS A THING

user4 i wonder if he's going to a concert here?? 😏

user5 does anyone else find it weird how his entire friend group follows him around?? no just me? they're just a huge freak show

user6 booooo we dont like haters here

user7 y/n l/n and percy neeeeed to happen rnnnn

user8 YES YES YES

lukecastellan im so ready to be done with this shit and go home

theannabethchase aww is someone feeling homesick?

lukecastellan yes obviously

user8 i. love. him.

☾. ⋅

"see i told you this would happen!" grover screeches, running away from percy who is threatening to castrate him if he doesn't get his phone back.

"i don't care! just give me the damn thing back!"

percy had groaned for two straight minutes when he found out that y/n was in boston this weekend - he had also face planted onto the couch and used some extremely obscene words.

"if it helps at least you'll be leaving on sunday," chris had offered in the midst of his crisis. it didn't help.

so now when grover trips over a fallen pillow - which may or may not be from percy's tantrum but we don't talk about that - and percy wrenches the phone from him a loud - and might grover add overtly girly - scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK? NO! NO NO NO NO!"

his screen is on the article grover had opened with really poorly photoshopped images of percy and y/n walking together. every gossip site/blog has swarmed the photos and circulated them sending the internet into a spiral.

"im fucking done with this grover," percy groans flopping onto the couch. "its a good thing we're leaving tomorrow - we'll be back in new york thats a huge ass city i wont see y/n there again and i can just go into hibernation, let all the rumours die down and be done with this whole shit show."

if only right....

☾. ⋅

yn.official

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yn.official feel like maybe i might go to boston! you were the best audience and im honoured to have performed for you these past two nights! heading home now to rest and recharge for the final shows in new york

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lia.mandel yayy you're finally coming home i missed you 🥺

yn.official bitch please its been like a week

lia.mandel and every second of it has been torture

user1 MOTHERRRR

user2 i think i nearly fainted when she came up on stage i was so happy i coulda died right then-

user3 the lyric makes me so happyyy

user4 ikrr y/n is like the queen of lyrics and the way she sneakily adds them into her posts 🤭

user5 WERE YOU WITH PERCY JACKSON THIS WEEKEND?? 🤨 I NEED TO KNOW

user6 y/n and percy are my dream celebrity ship

user7 they'd be the biggest power couple in history

user8 can you hard launch with percy plss?? i dont care if its fake i just need content to feed my delusions!

☾. ⋅

lia's soft snores fill the plane aggravating the hell out of you. usually you'd find the way she curled up in a ball underneath a blanket and snored quietly to be adorable. but since you're tired, just finished performing a concert and there's a problem with the jet, its grating on your nerves.

you had also been scrolling on twitter, instagram and pinterest, curled up underneath a matching blanket urging something to catch your attention while whatever work was being done on the plane happened.

unfortunately for you the thing that did catch your attention was the dozens of very clearly photoshopped pictures of you and percy walking together on a quiet street in boston.

no way in hell thats real. for one; ew and two; percy was only here for the weekend you were here for the week and you would've had no time to go out in between concerts.

eventually you doze off not realising you're in the air until you're ears pop waking you up to lia grinning mischievously.

"what asshole?"

"you're adorable when you wake up, you know that right?"

"yes i know."

"seriously the cutest human on the planet."

"what do you want lia?"

"a gossip podcast has picked up the subject of you and percy jackson. and the host is saying shit about you."

your eyes widen for a moment. "oh my god what? wow its almost as if i don't care!" ypu give lia a blank look. "this happens every three months lia, i do something and people either love it or hate it. thats the way it goes."

"yeah but this is PERCY JACKSON Y/N! he's gorgeousness personified."

"ugh can i go back to sleep? you can fangirl to me tomorrow when im in bed and pretending to listen."

"im offended." she leans over to place a kiss on your head. "but sleep tight babes, we land in like forty minutes."

shutting your eyes again you drift back to sleep.

only when you wake up do you realise you dreamed of percy...

TAGLIST‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ [if you're name is white it mean i couldn't tag you] @lauptimist, @itzmeme, @mariaaaaaahhhh, @paankhaleyaar, @maybxlle, @lara20aral, @cxp1d, @user-3113s-blog, @pleasingregulus, @avihashearts4lix, @inlovewithmorales, @brokecollegebitch, [if you want to be added just let me know!]

#percy x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy x y/n #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fic #fanfic #fanfiction #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆#percy x popstar au ₊ ⊹

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You.

finally, you have done it. you had broken up with Simon. After months of torture, he sold as some forbidden paradise. the constant bickering, bossing you around, neglecting you, missing dates, and worst of all. not telling anyone he was even in a relationship. God it lit a fire so deep inside of you. you blocked his ass the second you broke up with him. sure it did no good cause he still had a key to your house but, that's a battle to deal with tomorrow. or at least you thought tomorrow. it was 2am and you had finally fell asleep

it wasn't long after you fell asleep you heard the door to your apartment being kicked down. you knew who it was immediately, I mean what other kind of physcopath just kicks down someone else's door?. you quickly get up wrapping a robe around you and walking out. there he is simon fucking Riley staring at you with pure anger.

"SERIOUSLY Y/N?!" "JUST LIKE THAT OUR 5-YEAR RELATIONSHIP IS OVER? OVER ONE FUCKING TEXT!"

as he gets closer, you back away.

"simon i explained everything in detail in that text." you spat with fiery. "I'm not doing this anymore" you look at you door, "and your buying me a new fucking door!"

He grabs you with anger and you panic, he would never hurt you. Right? he would never hurt you? shit I mean yeah he's a killing machine at work, but he's never been physically aggressive.

"thats what your fucking worried about right now? your stupid fucking door?" He practically shook you with his anger.

"Simon I'm not doing this, I already expressed that we're over. get out, Simon."

he towered over you, beginning to spit something at you, but held his mouth, sighing letting you go then turning around and walking out your broken door. attempting to shut it before disappearing.

you sighed as he walked away. it was really that easy all along? that's all it took? you questioned to yourself as you slammed your body into your broken door.

"fuck." you say to yourself as you realize the doors not gonna shut. you just hope for the best as you go back to bed. Simon is gone finally, you think to yourself as you finally fall asleep.

the next morning you wake up, and continue your usual routine. less than an hour later you walk out of your apartment, looking at the door trying to decide what to do. "we'll figure it out". you walk down your apartment complex before heading to work. it was a usual day at work. nothing too stressful.

it isn't 9:30 till you finally close up for the day. gripping your bag close to your side. your nail shop is down the street from a local bar, it's usually pretty busy during the weekdays. It is dark, and the lights from the bar light the walkway as you mindlessly walk. suddenly a drunken man from the bar grabs you.

"aye sweetheart why dont you sit down, and enjoy a drink eh?"

"no. thanks." you jerk away from him but he grabs your waist this time

"ah come on dont be unfriendly, lets have a chat sweetie. You too pretty to be sleeping on a beautiful night like this."

you chuckle trying to be nice "Yeah thanks but no" You attempt to jerk away again but this time the man pulls you hard

"Now dont be a bore," he says with anger as he drags you to the dark alleyway. this can't be how you die. for the first time in years, you're alone without Simon to call, everyone in the bar is too drunk to realize what's happening, and you're small compared to most men.

you panic as you try to break free, pushing him off at your most might. but he doesn't let go, his fingers practically dug into you. "please stop" you panic doing everything you can.

as soon as you start to scream, you hear a loud metal-sounding hit, you look back and see Simon standing over the man with a metal bat.

"she said leave her alone!" he boomed

the man held his head as he scurried off. you held your arm as you looked at him. you start to back up before Simon grabs you. "quit acting an idiot and go home." "before I actually have to kill someone."

you say nothing swallowing your pride and walking away but stopping. "are you fucking stalking me?"

"my stalking just saved your life sweetheart." "go home."

side notes/ babbling: I imagined Simon as joe Golberg in a alternate universe and viola came up with this. I really want to do a part 2, so lmk how y'all feel about this!!!

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #older boyfriend ghost #simon riley #protectivesimonriley #stalkerghost #ghoststalking #possesiveghost #joegoldberg #ghost

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Hi!! I was wondering, do you have any friendship HC’s for the Law/Bepo/shachi/penguin dynamic? We only ever really see them interacting in action so I’d love to know what shenanigans you think they’d get up to in day to day life around the sub because let’s be honest, those four together are probably chaos incarnate ^.^

Tysm for your amazing writings, they make my day! 💕

oh my goodness i have SO many thoughts so please bear with me, this will probably be so disorganized.

first of all, i think that they have a ridiculous amount of inside jokes as a result of them living so closely for so many years. i think that law is a lot more laid-back around his crew in general, and this is especially true around shachi, penguin, and bepo.

in my mind, they all have their specific brand of chaos, but shachi displays it in the most outward of ways and isn't afraid to tease or play pranks on the others. also, totally unrelated, but i headcanon that he has an on-again off-again relationship with ikkaku (they are endgame though, and law is secretly very invested in all of the drama). he keeps cutting hair even after they all become pirates, and takes care of everyone on the polar tang, even though most of them wear hats. he makes fun of law because his hairline is receding and gets away with it bc law loves him to death (he's secretly insecure about it).

penguin is a bit more subdued and calm, but when he comes up with pranks or witty remarks, they're usually very well thought out. he's a bit quieter than shachi, but they complement each other's energy well, and he's always willing to help out with whoever needs assistance around the ship. i think that he and shachi also continue to do a majority of the cooking on the polar tang, which probably makes all of them feel nostalgic about their time with wolf.

in my mind, based on the way bepo isn't afraid to push shachi and penguin around (which is a far cry from when they were kids), whenever someone new joins the crew, bepo probably makes a big deal out of telling them how mean shachi and penguin were when they first met, even when it happened years ago, just to see his friends get flustered about it (and gain sympathy points with the new crewmember). he isn't afraid to pull the "cute" card to get what he wants, especially from law, and shachi and penguin are the only ones on the crew that carry enough weight to call him out on this behavior (he won't stop though).

and law's chaos is the quiet kind, and he encourages all of his friends' shenanigans, participating when he sees fit. i also headcanon some of the dorky things about him that are shown in one piece party like wearing pool floaties and dumb hawaiian shirts and playing the tambourine while his friends sing karaoke as true. shachi and penguin probably buy him new horrible shirts all the time, and he wears them with pride. in my mind, law is so stressed out during the main events of one piece, but during the majority of the 10 or so years that he's sailing with his crew, he is able to relax and enjoy the time he spends with his friends, especially during the calm moments underwater.

and on the whole, i think that bepo, shachi, and penguin can get away with teasing law a lot more than anyone else can, and law not so secretly enjoys the banter. the heart pirates have their own breed of chaos, and to be honest, i think the one of the main reasons law is so grumpy when he's with the straw hats is because

he's no longer in charge of the chaos (he is so used to being the quiet ringleader of his little circus of friends)

he misses his friends dreadfully and is just anxious to get back to them.

anyways that was a lot and i have a million more thoughts so enjoy this lil disjointed ramble.

#one piece #cilles ramblings #trafalgar law #heart pirates

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Lando with a virgin!reader? That boy would go with the philosophy “panic first, deal with it later”. He’d be stressed af cause for him it’s a big thing to that his girl wants to loose her virginity with him. I can so imagine her being like super turned on and she’s like ready to go all the way but then he’s pulling back and starts rambling how he thinks it would be best to start slowly cause rn? He’s not the ready one. So the first time would be kind of movie romantic. Maybe not that much but a little bit at least. Very intimate and absolutely filled with his praises about her

omg yeah he’s so worried about doing it right and it being a good memory. the first time, they try to just get it over with like she wants. she’s horny and wants to fuck, so they almost do it before he stops because he wants to do it right. they plan it out, have a nice romantic meal and watch a movie and then he puts it off because it doesn’t feel right, they planned it out too much and now it feels orchestrated. she’s like “we literally agreed ‘sex after dinner on friday’ how is that too much planning?” third times the charm though, they’re having a lazy day, attempting to binge watch a new series but they keep getting lost in make out sessions before something loud happens in the show and they break apart to see what action they’ve missed.

at some point they give up on watching it completely, get lost in each other and end up having sex without thinking about it ahead of time. she asks if he wants to after he goes down on her and he asks, “right now? we didn’t really plan on it.” and she’s like, “we didn’t plan on you going down on me either but that happened. so yes, right now. you said it had to be natural, this feels right, doesn’t it?” and he can’t find anything in his head telling him now is not the time. it’s the first time they’ve been close to doing it without any hint of doubt or hesitation in both of them and soon enough he’s retrieved a condom and he’s lining up. he’s checking with her every move he makes; asking her if she feels okay, if it feels good and if he can move, then praising her when he stills; telling her how good she feels, how pretty she looks, telling her its okay if she wants to stop to which she replies, “if you stop i will cry. i’m not going to be a half-virgin.” and he laughs and promises he won’t stop, but he reminds her three more times before he’s bottomed out.

#ask #lifeboredme #ln4

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Hello!

I bring brain rot to you once more! Imagine Clorinde being the one to find the notebook from the death seeking creator and just how many of them are her name.

Being the "vanguard" of Fontaine's military of sorts, it's her primary duty to deal with stuff like executions and stuff, so she tends to be the one sent out whenever there is Impostor sightings!

Also, imagine she was also the creator's favorite (she is mine for sureeee... aside from the buttons doing Celestia's work, ofc-), so maybe she finds that in the notes at first! Here is a little concept of what it could look like.

"I met Clorinde today. She was prettier than she looks in game! The graphics didn't do her enough justice at all... but she killed me, too. She did it without hesitation, and I... I thought she would trust me. I put hours into her build and player her for days, I spent thousands just to make sure she was perfect... and she hates me. Just like everyone else

Maybe there is something wrong with me..."

And finally, imagine that the creator didn't know of the whole Impostor deal until a couple hundred deaths later, so they thought there was something actually wrong with them instead of the whole impostor au stuff.

For some fluff, maybe she tries to be the one to bring food and like comfort towards the creator as they heal, and try to build the trust they had on her, and like she's wholesome about taking care of her and like she slowly falls in love with them as time goes on and stuff :3 (maybe becomes yandere too, you never know~)

Anyways that's it for me for now! Have a good day, fwen!

🍌anon

Ohhhh that is GOOD!!!!

So for the Cloride stuff I don't got much too add, I genuinely love it! I'm not too familiar with her character (I know them better once they become playable) but I can see this happening 100%! And honestly she probably would be asked to be the creator's bodyguard since she was/is Furina's.

Also yes yandere, Death Seeking au very much will always end in yandere even with the wholesome mental healing because the fact that these guys would be obsessed to the point of killing those who looked like the creator (very much something I would see as something The Primordial One and Celestia put as a rule in order to make sure creator can't come back at full power) means they were never gonna be normal lovers.

But oh oh that bit about creator not knowing. You my friend brought up such a nice idea honestly. That would severally fuck up creator's mentally GOD. The confusion, the hurt, it would be so much more intense due to them having no clue as to why. They probably wouldn't be able to comprehend it at all once the truth got out and the characters tried to reason with them.

Like wdym you only were killing me to worship me?? Wdym there's a creator? Yeah that's the Primordial One. Hold up what are you stopping? No don't stop! It was getting fun! Don't take the only purpose I have away from me!

That is so deliciously fucked, full course meal of mental anguish and trauma.

#sagau #genshin sagau #death seeking creator #others ideas #cw death #🍌anon #idk why i sounded like a angst vampire at the end #lmao

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(Disclaimer: i am ignoring every part i found stupid or unnecessary. Also i have a picture limit 😔)

Duke obviously met Batman/Wayne first but I’m skipping that. So he met Alfred secondly, in an uncharacteristic particular way. (As much as I’m confused as to why Alfred, someone who’s against Bruce being Batman would employ child soldiers himself, and I believe in the self motivated movement of children, this is technically canon).

Alfred made a deal with Duke to do vigilantism and he’d help him do it (he also promised to help find his parents but Duke managed it himself). Alfred saved WAR from an Owl assassin with a tank. WAR was very distrusting of being lead by a mysterious man, so they eventually stopped listening after they stopped a school shooting Alfred ordered not to. Eventually Duke reveals he figured out Alfred’s identity, linking back to Duke’s puzzle solving trait. Now the Robins: Dick’s first interaction with Duke is him chastises children wearing his symbol. Dikc, speaking like the truly privileged man he is, acts like WAR is childish for trying to help out. Now, is WAR irresponsible? Yes. Solid advice although ominous. It’s just extremely impersonal to their feelings and lives and motivations.

Since the first interaction Duke ever has with the other Robins, it was Damian that had a very particular dynamic. Damian hated the We Are Robins movement.

If you don’t already know, Damian’s primary characterization is his insistence that he must inherit his honour. One of primary reasons why he takes up the Robin mantle is because he believes it is his right to do so.

Another interesting dynamic was Jason’s and Tim’s reaction to WAR

Notably, Jason Todd was fully on board for WAR on the basis of it’s outside influence from Batman. Understandable considering Jason’s tense relationship from Batman, and his anti-hero status. Tim Dranke on the otherhand, doesn’t have any say to WAR’s existance, as his opinion is interrupted by mentioning Dick’s plot. Or more likely, he doesn’t have an opinion to comment on, which is why he only mentions facts of like the location of where the Robins are.

Again, Jason Todd is extremely supportive of WAR and Damian is not (inbred is a bit much 💀). But Tim Drake still insists on trying to better understand the WAR children, taking a neutral and outsider understanding of the situation. Tim does not support WAR immediately. In fact, despite Tim’s insistence to understand WAR, he never gets the chance to.

This the last and only time Tim ever even tries talking with WAR, during a sneak in. Apparently he couldn’t have done this during his time training the Robins, but doing it while working is fine. His terrible conversation starter gets interrupted, and that is the last and only time Drake ever tries connecting with WAR. Apparently monitoring their private lives was not enough information, all he knows is somebody can play the piano. So much for trying. (Tom King wrote this part tho, so I feel he was supposed to be the one to make it happen, which didn’t happen, so Tom did a horrible job). (I’m ignoring the scene where Tim downplays Izzy because Izzy was OOC).

Dami beat up the WAR members and agitated them into battle. Another show of Dami’s honor culture, but what was so fascinating was how Duke and the WARs fought back to prove themselves although not wishing to fight.

Skipping to when Dami and Duke get captured, they funnily enough get put into the same cage as Duke insults Dami in his mind while having a reasonable outer dialogue which i found fun.

Despite the weird court of owl part, Duke’s dialogue was a great way to finish off the tension between the official Robins and the WARs. Duke realizes how personal Robin is to Dami, how the symbol is not just about justice, but the ties to Batman it comes with. Y’know what Duke does? He cuts it off. He refuses to sacrifice himself to become a symbol.

They end off on good terms after that. With Dami reclaiming the title of Robin (and WAR’s disbandment), the conflict is gone. But I think it’s worth noting just how much Dami’s influence on Duke’s view of Robin might’ve been. Being Robin kinda sucks. So out of pity, Duke realizes Dami needs some loving support.

(Not a batfam kid but she was in here and I’m working by chronological order). Kate and Duke have a small interaction but they definitely met. Plus I think Duke was retconned to have known Luke through his dad and I think that’s a great addition.

Skips ahead where Jayson seems to train with Duke, their sass competitions tho 💀 Also, Jayson considers Duke as one of his brothers 😆

Classic Alfred advice talks

(You’ll notice that the writers decided to skip showing Duke’s development, this is why we need fanfiction thanks). Basically, Duke started hanging out with Cass for seemingly no reason, but they are a really fun dynamic. Plus Duke got to know Babs first through Cass. (I'm ignoring when Riko met Babs as batgirl and when Babs as batgirl defended WAR cheerfully).

Cass and Duke also train together (i really like the illustrator here aaaaaaaaa Duke and Cass are so cute here 🥺).

This storyline was bad but it really pushed Cass and Duke together as Cass was there when Duke got his new shadow powers and Duke was there when Shiva was being a jerk to Cass for some reason?? They coordinated attacks as a duo so that was nice. Plus, Duke thinks of Cass as his sis. (Is this specifically catered to me? Yeah, yeah…. I’m tots falling for the putting the minorities together thingy like a sucker, but themmmmmmmm!!! 🥹)

Duke and Kate actually teamed up in action once (offhandedly 😔) so that’s neat.

(Hold on I reached my picture limit but there’s a part 2)

#Duke thomas #we are robin #batfam #dick grayson #Jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #kate kane #luke fox #alfred pennyworth #long post #canon #comic panels

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i feel like maïna sent me an ask/prompt about. SOMETHING. like this for forced coming out au genuinely so long ago but i can’t find it for the life of me so perhaps i simply made that up. anyways here’s a short fic set in that universe about them dealing with the panopticon. and in fact being pda whores in the panopticon. bon apetit

“There’s a photographer over there,” Marc whispers in his ear, breath warm and close. He loops his arms around Vale’s neck as he says it, sounding nonchalant, but Vale knows him better than that by now, can see the tension tucked in his shoulders, hidden in the carefully collected smile on his face.

“Hmm.” He replies, amiably, nosing at Marc’s cheek. They’re in the paddock and they’re together— of course there’s a photographer on them. There’s probably seven photographers on them. Par for the course in years past, but especially these last couple of months.

And Vale’s always believed that if people are going to look, he might as well give them a show.

He lifts a hand and flips Marc’s cap off of his head, setting it down backwards so the brims of their hats arent competing. Marc’s face catches the sun, and Vale leans in to kiss where it hits the jut of his cheekbone because he can— because it’s what he would do, if they were actually together. If Marc was a girl. If any of this had happened the way it was supposed to, for people like them.

His stomach clenches, involuntary. He thinks he can hear the click of a camera firing. Good.

“Now he can see me.” Marc complains, leaning closer. He tries to hide behind Vale, using their height difference to squeeze himself into his shadow, and Vale laughs, tugging at where his hair is starting to curl behind his ears, where Marc’s skin is smooth and warm.

“It’s been a few weeks— We should probably give them something to see.”

“It has.” Marc agrees, sneaking his hands down now, snaking them inside Vale’s jacket and under his shirt. “We should.”

Vale yelps, curves his body inward reflexively. They’re like ice.

“That’s cold!” He pulls a face. Camera flash.

Marc ignores him, cackles an evil little laugh into the fabric of Vale’s shirt around his collarbone. Vale lets him, wraps an arm around his shoulders and leans back in, making sure Marc is the only one who can hear. It’s their preferred mode of communication these days— close, edging on the line of plausible deniability. His lips catch on the delicate skin of Marc’s temple as he speaks, and they’re in public, so it’s okay to keep them there.

“Karen from PR asked the next time we are available, so we can, ah, do another date.”

Just a few months ago this would all have felt like a minefield, but when he raises an eyebrow —a question— Marc just nods easily. Understanding without words. They’ve been getting good at this part, after everything, all the press and performance and years on track, years in each other’s beds. In MotoGP, you have to be adaptable, able to read another rider’s move, know how they’re going to take a corner almost before they do— and there’s a reason Marc and him are the best at what they do.

“We’re in Phillip Island next week— do you want to try out that place we went last year?” Marc responds, voice lower a little more reserved. His fingers edge under the elastic of Vale’s waistband. His hands must really be cold.

Vale nods, even as his chest clenches, resentment and something less empowering spiking through him. Last year. Right at the end. Phillip Island.

Not a good memory.

He lays a hand to Marc’s neck, thumb hitting the hinge of his jaw. Tilts him where he wants him. Marc goes— like he always does, moving easily with him, body pliable everywhere but the track. His brown eyes focus in on Vale’s face, intent. Unsettling, if you know how he catalogs information, if you know how what sort of instincts he has on the bike— shoving in beside Vale on track without a thought. Risking a bit more than Vale’s ever been able to comfortably stomach.

But Vale’s always thrived in high pressure situations, under attention, and the way Marc’s eyes laser on him only makes him settle. Makes him sharper. Clearer. Hot danger zipping under his collar, shivery and sweet. He wonders what Marc will let him do, out here in the middle of the paddock, with a photographer on them.

Marc’s hands flex, where they’re pressed under Vale’s shirt, like he can understand what Vale’s thinking, that same uncanny ability to predict a move rising to the surface. His nails scrape a little, dragging along the skin of Vale’s lower back.

“Let’s do that.” Vale says. He doesn’t really remember what were they talking about. A date, he thinks. Marc all to himself.

Alone.

The careful attention of Marc’s eyes drop to his mouth, then once, quick, over his shoulder. The photographer. Right.

The show.

“Okay,” Marc says, eyes searching Vale’s face, uncharacteristically serious. Contemplative. Like he’s thinking about something. Vale raises an an eyebrow, but before he can say anything the look on Marc’s face condenses, and he leans up to kiss Vale sweetly, open and a little messy.

And this has always been the thing that’s worked most between them. Easy and magnetic. The push and pull. The perfect picture.

And then Marc’s pushing forward, deeper, licking into Vale’s mouth. Kiss skewing dirty, dirtier than they usually get nowadays, making Vale’s pulse jump— a dare. How far are you willing to go? it asks, that same impudent instinct he has when he’s diving up the inside of Vale’s race line coloring the kiss, and Vale answers.

His teeth bite at Marc’s bottom lip, exercising a little more control, and he crowds forward, using his height to push Marx’s head back, hand splayed on the edge of his jaw. Directing him, coaxing him. And Marc relaxes like that, back arching into Vale as the kiss extends. A surrender.

Vale’s got him where he wants him, and he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to lift a thigh, get Marc pressed up high and tight against him, wants to drag him off to his motorhome, see how far Marc is willing to let him go, wants to—

Another camera shutters, louder, closer, and it breaks the thread between them, bringing them back to reality. To why they’re here. Vale clears his throat, and Marc ducks his head.

Suddenly Vale’s chest hurts, feels cracked open with Marc tucked up against him, nose edging inside his jacket to find some warmth against Vale’s collarbone. So solid and warm and real. The only way Vale gets to hold him anymore is like this, for the cameras.

Love you, he lets himself think, probably for the first time. Love you, he doesn’t say. The camera shutters, and he pulls Marc closer into the well of his body.

#motogp #callie speaks #forced coming out au #rosquez #my fic #i have another fic in the fire for maina from those prompts a week ish ago it’s just beating my ass

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A/N: Hello friends! Here it is, the long awaited fake dating fic I've teased since March. I'm so sorry for the wait, this fic took too long to truly develop in my head and while I had fun, I'm mad I didn't get it out sooner. Enjoy!

“-and then?”

“And the-what do you think I did, Mystery Girl?” He eyed her smugly, the bastard, and tapped the side of his head. “Hmm? Use that smart brain of yours.”

“...Jamie.” There was warning in her voice. Her patience would not be tested today; Xander’s experiment in robotics club already did that. But Jameson’s eyes were alight with mischief and there were the beginnings of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Then… I told her off.”

Avery frowned at him, giving a look. The look; Alisa taught her well. It did the job and the younger Hawthornes were secretly afraid at how frighteningly accurate it was. As though it was Alisa herself. “No, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.”

“...”

“Jameson! Seriously, tell me you didn’t.” She looked at him shocked, hand on his shoulder as he shook his head with an amused huff. “Jamie, I’m being serious here!” She swatted at his chest. The boy was asking for it and trouble was the only call he always answered. Apart from hers, of course. And his brothers, too, but that was a given.

He laughed. “Ok, ok, MG. I didn’t do it… or did I?”

Avery stopped beside him, crossing her arms and sighing exasperatedly as she waited for his laughter to subside. A moment later, he stopped and looked at her, grinning cheekily. For some reason, her mouth went a bit dry. It was unfair how infuriatingly handsome he looked. Wait, where is this goi-

“Turvy, you okay? Aves?” Nicknames; his way of coaxing her out of her thoughts and in rarer cases, expressing his concern. She blinked out of her trance and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” She watched as his semi-concerned expression morphed into a playful smirk again. Ever the chaotic chameleon.

“Hold on. Are you checking me out? After all this time, the moment has come. I finally meet the standards of Miss Not A Chance to get a look over. My day is made.” Rolling her eyes as he let out another lighthearted laugh, she put a hand on his arm and pulled.

“Come on, let’s go. Let me walk you to your next class before you take another wrong turn to a stairwell that conveniently leads to the roof. Actually, you haven’t even gotten your textbook yet so let’s head to your locker first which just so happens to be on our way.”

But as she took a step, he tugged right back and twirled her into him. He leaned in close, whispering, “It’s okay, Heiress. I don’t mind. I know I’m good looking and that leaves some girls flustered.” It was in the silence that followed that she knew with certainty he had a shit-eating grin spreading slow and steady across his face, thinking himself so clever. Instead of rolling her eyes like she usually did, she shivered, feeling very affected for some reason. Her heart beat faster at the subconscious reaction.

When he moved back, the sudden tension in the air broke and she could breathe again, taking a quick look around the hall. Thankfully, there weren’t that many students, just a few closing up their lockers and making their way to their next classes.

She knew they were technically fake dating but their deal was still fairly recent and they hadn’t come out in public yet as a couple. Maybe she was used to his proximity since they were good friends but this was new. They displayed physical affection for each other, especially him as it was his love language, but this felt intimate and different. Avery wasn’t quite sure what to make of it and why the sudden effect he had on her.

She shook her head and then looked at him, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Nice try, Hawthorne, but that’s not happening.”

He shrugged. “Worth a shot.” This time she did roll her eyes and pointed to his locker. “You, physics textbook, now.” He groaned dramatically before approaching his locker, looking back at her forlornly with a slight pout as he opened and slowly dragged out the wretched book. But his eyes caught her attention. Despite the funny expression, his eyes held that intensity when he was wholly focused on something, usually a puzzle and this time, her. Trying to shake off the feeling, she looked up in response to his theatrics as he proceeded to close the door.

It was a bit overwhelming, this new focus he had on her, something she picked up on since he started spending more time with her than ever before. He seemed to have a constant need to distract himself from the anger and pain that Emily caused him but it didn’t feel purely based on that. There was a shift. She noted how intently he paid attention to her post break up and in the moments when he thought she wouldn’t see, she saw the little smiles or the way he would just watch her contently as they worked on homework. And she knew that something had changed but only a little while ago did she start feeling the effects of it herself. Although it scared her, she didn’t find herself shying away from it either.

Not wanting to dwell on it anymore, Avery took hold of his arm as soon as he secured the lock and tugged. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jameson frowned at her, “You’re no fun, you know that?”

She turned to him and smiled mischievously. “I know, that’s why you keep me around. If you haven’t known by now, I’m your unofficial handler. I’m just not paid for it although Grayson and Nash probably thank me for doing so. You and Xander.”

“Oof, now you’re just not being fair. That’s playing dirty, Aves.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

“I think they taught you a little too well,” he grumbled but Avery simply patted his hand and pulled him along. As they walked he started to mess with her a bit by pretending to struggle against her, pleading with her to go hang with him on the roof for a match of rooftop golfing. “I’ll even let you take the first two turns.” She snorted. They both knew she didn’t need a head start to beat him. When Avery Grambs had her mind set on something, the world was at her feet.

This was them; jokes, teasing, nicknames with interesting back stories, light hearted jabs with meaning, comforting light touches, secret signals, deep talks late at night when no one would hear, solving puzzles and riddles no one else knew how to do, being so in tune with each other’s expressions… Avery loved it. It’s part of what kept her grounded in the past year. She drank in the moment, Jameson’s beaming face, her hands around his arm, the sound of her laughter. Yet she didn’t have enough time to revel in it because there was a storm coming their way.

A red hurricane was making her way down the hall towards them and Avery knew then, peace was lost. Jameson froze beside her at the sight.

Emily Laughlin; golden girl of Heights Country Day, darling of seemingly every gala in Texas, “the Hawthorne keeper”, and now, Jameson’s ex. In Avery’s mind, she was the Strawberry Menace that somehow managed to damper her mood every time she appeared. It was the equivalent of dropping one of Libby’s superior chocolate swirl cupcakes or finding the scone plate void of blueberry ones with only lemon-flavored leftovers in Xander’s wake.

Avery had a motto in school; stay quiet and out of trouble but remain observant. Like anyone else, she knew the hierarchy set in secondary but after moving to Texas and enrolling at a private school, the differences between her old life and new one couldn’t have been more like day and night. The power dynamics of rich kids in a private school system were blown to new proportions as so many intricate details about one’s wealth, connections, and history seemed to play a role in status. This certainly had affected her introduction and integration but somehow she was still able to slip under the radar, at first.

And it was nice, taking back at least a piece of her old reality, and she relaxed, ready to be the quiet one in the corner again. In New Castle, she mostly kept to herself and never really liked drama which was why she tried to keep out of it. It wasn’t that she was shy but there just never seemed like anyone could be there for her in the way Max did, even with her halfway across the country. However, that wouldn’t be the case anymore, especially with the Hawthornes as regular company.

They were all charming, witty, funny, adventurous, some more than others but none without their quirks. Yet, despite the wealth, their way of living, and larger than life characters, they all managed to work their way into her and Libby’s lives. And little by little they also managed to worm their way into Avery’s heart and they wouldn’t leave. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Although, there were downsides even to being friends with Hawthornes. Avery got along best with Xander and Jameson but that also meant where those two were, there was Emily and her posse. Until recently.

With Emily having been found out to be dating Jameson and his older brother Grayson at the same time with them both blissfully unaware, all hell had broken loose. The boys were affected badly; Gray had taken it the worst but Jameson was in a full blown fury. Out right he told her that he was breaking up with her and that if she were smart she would leave Grayson alone too. Avery had been very proud of him for that, taking up the mantle to protect him and his brother’s honor even though it was equally difficult for him.

Of course, Emily did not take that message well and for the last two months she’d been trying to do whatever she could to make them come around. The audacity the girl had was astonishing and despite a tarnished reputation, she would still stoop so low; Avery may have despised her but marveled her tenacity. Sometimes she wished she had more of that herself. But Jameson had put his foot down and was holding it firmly in place which unfortunately meant that with every new attempt Emily became more unbearable. Like now.

As the Menace neared, Jameson hooked an arm around her and she felt him tracing two adjacent lines on her wrist then squeezing it. Over and over again. He was trying to tell her something. They started that a few months ago, before the breakup, as code for when there was a clue one of them found during Saturday games and didn’t want to alert the others to it. His brothers hadn’t caught onto that yet. As for this code, she knew the squeeze was reassurance as in “Don’t worry.” but the first part confused her. Was that an L, a V, or a check mar- Check mark; as in “All good.” He was telling her that he’s good and can handle it.

Right as she finished that thought, he spoke up. “Hi Emily. What can we do for you today?” His tone was controlled, conversational, and his composure steady but Avery sensed the underlying unease. What he was really trying to say was, No, I can’t help you, leave me alone. And can you despawn from the map while you’re at it?

“Jameson.” The Laughlin girl stopped a few meters from them, sounding hesitant and giving her best withered look. Avery would give her props for the effort but after being witness to this act more than a dozen times in the past two weeks, it was cumbersome. “Can we… talk?”

“Sure! The weather’s great today. Might take my new bike out for a spin on the track. Actually, the weather’s been treating us pretty well for the last while, right Aves?”

She side-eyed him but nodded in agreement. “Yup.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed slightly at her but she kept her demeanor in place. “Actually, I was hoping we could do so in private?”

Jameson grinned wickedly. “No, we may not. But if you do have something worthwhile to say, you can say it in front of me and Avery.”

“I see… You’ve already moved on.” Her tone started to sound sour. “Yes, and we’re very happy, thank you very much. Is that all?” He’s having fun with this.

“I always thought you two were a little too close for my taste even when we were together. Guess I should’ve known this would happen eventually.” Playing the victim card… Nice.

“Well, yeah. We never made our friendship a secret. It was pretty out in the open from the start that we got off pretty well since she moved here. You know, the way we used to when we were friends, Em. Hmm? Remember that? But oh, that was before a certain nasty betrayal occurred on your part, might I add.” Now he was just taking it too far. Avery wondered if she would have to tame the flames soon but Jameson paid no heed as she subtly elbowed his side. Instead, he simply grabbed her arm and wove his fingers around hers. She tried not to show her surprise as her heart sped up again.

Emily growled, “I never meant for it to happen that way Jamie-” “Jameson.” “Right, Jameson. I was new to this and had feelings for both of you. Believe me, I was very conflicted about the whole thing so I-”

“So you just decided to date both of us in secret without the other knowing for six months while we poured out the best of us into farces of relationships and you stabbed us with a knife in the back in return for our goodness. Gotcha. Nice talk,” he nodded along while winking mockingly and Emily glared back. The tension was just getting worse and Avery sensed her time was coming.

“No, I’m sorry that happened. It shouldn’t have happened that way at all. But it did, I recognize that was very wrong of me but I really was trying to settle on one of you; it’s just you’re both so great and I was lucky to have even just one of you paying attention to me.” Cue the tears, roll the credits; Avery was rolling her eyes internally.

“I’m gonna call cut. A word of critique; bull. Shit. You are one of the most attractive girls in school, you know this, so don’t pull that with me. Second of all, didn’t you hear, love triangles especially with brothers aren’t in style anymore. Not since Damon and Stefan on Vampire Diaries. And much less cheaters at that. But you just find yourself the exception as you always do, don’t you Emily?”

She scoffed. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. You were basically emotionally cheating on me with her. Don’t try to deny it. I saw it; the talks, the inside jokes, the fact she was invited to elusive Saturday games much sooner than I ever was, how she was always on your team, and your weird handshakes. You were so touchy feely with her.”

Jameson quirked an eyebrow. “You know, for someone who claims that she’s all-seeing, clearly you’re blind. I kept a very respectful distance with Avery throughout our relationship and only did those handshakes when we were in public after accomplishing an assignment or a puzzle. We teamed up a lot because you almost always wanted to be with Gray despite my protests. Oftentimes we also didn’t share the same time slots for classes although I wanted to be with you and because sometimes Avery was, I wanted to help her integrate. It was something that my grandfather and Nash asked me and Xan to do. Our talks-” he sighed. “Look, I can go on but you would just turn that on me when you’re the one at fault here. End of story.”

“Oh, so you're her mouthpiece now? Miss Quiet As A Mouse can’t speak for herself; cat got your tongue?” That last remark was directed at her. Jameson wanted to protest but she put a hand on his chest. She could handle it.

While Avery avoided Emily like the plague and did her best to be polite when she had no choice but to interact with her, she did not tolerate mean girls. She had a voice and she wasn’t about to let a discounted rip off Regina George ruin her day by having her run her mouth. Plus, she’s being a disgrace to the real one. Yes, Max made her watch some cult classics back in seventh grade and it was one of the films she actually enjoyed but she would never tell her that.

“What Jameson just said is all true. Plus, I was getting the signals from you. Don’t think for a second that I missed a single of your dirty looks when we hung out in a group. I knew you considered them yours. But last I checked, I often declined his company and was more so with your sister, Xander, and still I preferred my sister most to all of you. I’m not one to stray from my zone that often and it was because of Mr. Hawthorne that the boys got so involved with me. You were just an unfortunate addition that couldn’t find harmony because of your jealousy. Rest assured, I wasn’t ever after your crown but I did care about them as a concerned friend.” There. That was her piece in the matter.

Emily laughed brokenly, letting her very fake tears stream down her fair cheeks as she swiped at them in a manner of attempting to regain composure. It was laughable. “If you think like that Av-ery, then you’re the biggest convincing liar I’ve ever seen. You-”

“Choose your next words carefully. Because next time there won’t be any talking or pleasantries of any sort; we’ll walk right on by. And if I hear you’re harassing Avery, consider yourself on the receiving end of a restraining order.” Jameson’s words resounded in the hall as everyone around them was intently listening to the argument. Emily was always one for a show and while Jameson wasn’t one to care, he was aware that Avery was. It felt debilitating as she felt eyes on her but she tried not to pay attention as she was sort of privy to this already at major events when she was photographed with Xander at comps or charities as a special guest of the Hawthorne family. Yet school felt like a different story because of how life worked with teenagers where everything was under even more scrutiny.

“Fine!” she spat. “Just know I loved you but she most certainly doesn’t. She will never appreciate you the way I did and trust me that this is gonna be a short-lived relationship so when she leaves you high and dry, don’t come crawling back to me. All she’s gonna prove to be is a giant fake that wants you for your money; a filthy gold digger from dirt poor New Castle. A nobody! She and her sister!”

Avery didn’t bat an eye. Although she felt anger flaring inside her at the jab at Libby, the most she did was send Emily a concentrated stare that dared her to say it again. However, it was her best friend that took that most to heart in the moment.

He wasn’t having it. His facial features were strained; mouth pursed in a grim line and long gone was the cool façade he kept up for the sake of fake pleasantry. She saw the telltale signs of irritation; clenched jaw, left eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, eyes glazed over with a steely edge and he was biting at his lips. His hands were balled into fists and his body was as taut as a bowstring, ready to strike out. He’s pissed. Avery couldn’t tell if the situation would escalate to the point it ended in a fight, if he was going to blow a fuse or just walk away.

She’d be surprised if he didn’t put up some more arguing, though, as of late, there were quite a few instances where he simply left the scene. Maturity maybe, but this is still Jameson we’re talking about.

And yet, what he did instead was something she never saw coming. He turned her way but before she could ask what was wrong or register what was happening, his lips were firmly against hers. He simply dove down and kissed her. Just like that. No words, no signal, no nothing. All she got was a moment to see his determined gaze turning on her, no prior warning, and then he was kissing the breath out of her.

Avery froze; her brain was shutting down and she didn’t know how to move her limbs. Jameson, thankfully, wasn’t phased and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Her body was still on autopilot but she knew her feet were shuffling forward and while it took a moment longer, she finally managed to react.

Her hands found their way to his chest, grasping at the lapels of his blazer. She felt fuzzy, he was warm and solid against her and his cologne smelled nice and he was so good at this and… For what felt like a small eternity, he kissed her and she was started to relax. But as Avery was about to reciprocate, he pulled away just as quickly. Opening her eyes right after was a mistake because she was blindsided by the disorientated feeling overwhelming her. Is this the infamous Cloud 9?

She was still clutching at the blazer, her grip having gone lax, and her other arm fell slack by her side. The only reason she realized she was still holding onto him was because he’d wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing it to give her reassurance but even that was over fast.

“Come on, Avery.” When he said her name, the world came rushing in and subsequently, she became aware of everyone else, including Emily herself, gawking at them. Suddenly, she wasn’t so disoriented. Although she was still trying to recover from that surprise kiss, her mind was catching up and the underlying sense of embarrassment and horror were coming back in full force. If her cheeks weren’t flushed before, they were now as she was unable to look away from everyone surrounding her. But Jameson decided they weren’t sticking around.

He grabbed her hand and tugged lightly, pulling her after him. She allowed herself a second more to linger on their audience before turning forward, focusing her eyes on the back of Jamie’s head. In her semi-dazed state, it was probably the better decision in favor of her standing there frozen with her mouth open and eyes widened like a confused fish.

As Jameson dragged her away from the scene, away from Emily, the onlookers and the uncomfortable intensity of their stares that seemed to follow them down the hall, only then did reality wake her to the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. They were just friends… weren’t they?

She was just being a good friend helping him out by agreeing to fake date him to get his ex-girlfriend off his back because she had simultaneously dated him and his brother and kept both their relationships a secret, right?

If so, then why did he have to go and kiss her like that? They’d agree to kissing, yes, but friends didn’t kiss that way. It felt more passionate than necessary, like there was something deeper he was trying to convey than just his frustration and fury. Admittedly, she did like the kiss just a little more than she expec-Wait, she wasn’t getting a crush on her friend, was she?

Oh no. This wasn’t in the rules.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I will be announcing my next fic(s) for release very soon. Reminder, all my fics are also on AO3 for you to read if you prefer that platform under the pseudonym ThePuzzledWriter. Bye!

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Beyond the lights

Warnings: Smut, Foul language, use of n-word, mentions of violence and sex-trafficking. Minors DNI.

Summary: Soraya deals with the negative press of an incoming court date while focusing on a new stage of her relationship with Joshua. Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC Word Count: 7.4k words

A/N: I had meant to post this a few days ago, however, family things happened the past few weeks, so enjoy the long chapter I finally figured out how to finish.

Disclaimer: All art: pictures, drawings, music, lyrics, and videos are credited to its original creators. Characters and plot lines created are this blog's creation. Do not repost or copy work on any media platform.

Pink : Translation Green: Negative Press/Wrong Sources. Orange: Accurate Source, positive press Blue: Flashback

Song Inspiration: Leave a message (skit) x Mary J. Blidge Incapable x Keyshia Cole

Current Time: 6:15 a.m.

Stillness lay heavy on the neighborhood, the neighbors being miles away from each other in the gated community. Warmth flooded the street as rays of fiery light shot the world through, ending the night. A mess of limbs tangled beneath the ruffled-ripped silk sheets. The rapid buzzing of phones, vibrating against the bed.

"Jey.” A hand reaches out pushing at his back; feeling his naked skin between her fingers, wanting the buzzing to stop as it becomes persistent. The vibrations continued, waking them both from their deep slumber, reaching blindly for their phones at opposite ends of the bed. It was the weekend and they wanted nothing more than to be lost in each other again, uninterrupted this time.

“Put it on, do not disturb.” He tells her, immediately silencing his phone from the world, and tossing it on the bed. She looks at him with a frown. “It’s just us this weekend.” He pulls her closer to him, rough but warm hands rubbing her back.

“Not our friends though. They know now.” She silences certain people on her phone, shifting to place her arms around his neck as he nuzzles her neck, pressing soft kisses to her collarbone. Humming in agreement, he pressed his tender wet lips up her neck.

Jey felt her toss the phone somewhere, probably next to his. Her body pressed closer to his with a soft sigh. The soft glow of the sun-kissed her deep brown hue. Her eyes closed letting him caress her body.

Pulling back he calls her name. “Soraya.” The evident sleep left in his already raspy voice deepened as he looked at her. The soft hm’s that left her plump lips weren’t enough for him. His large right hand gives her ass a slap. A sharp inhale of her breath at the sudden stinging pain.

“What.” She whines, melting into his hold as he massaged the area he hit, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, watching her face with a deep chuckle.

“Look at me, baby.” He coos, beard tickling her neck as he nips along the sensitive area. She stuck to him, unable to move from his assault on her flesh. His fingers knead into the flesh of her fat ass, pressing her down against his pelvis, The only barrier between them is the sheets.

Soraya flutters her eyes open to look at him, a soft gasp at the way he was looking at her, his deep brown eyes showing nothing but love and passion, her body shivers in pleasure, hearing him chuckle.

”good girl.” He captures her mouth on his own; biting the flesh of her lip, grinding his hips up into her. Their tongues meet in a frenzied dance inside each other's mouths. The once thin sheet now pooled at their feet. The cold breeze of his fan raised goosebumps on their skin.

A soft oh left her lips at the intrusion of his swollen tip, dripping with pre-cum. Her legs instinctively went on his hip, her heel digging in his back; his girth pushing past her slick folds with a groan.

“Fuck, baby.” He rubs his hands up her side, squeezing softly with every slow thrust of his hips, biting his lip at the feel of her warm walls around his dick. Her tiny moans in his ears, almost sure he heard her whisper his name several times.

”Jey..” She let out a string of needy pants, watching as she tilted her head back, body sensitive with every stroke he gave, curving slightly to tap at her sensitive spot. A soft squeak made him groan.

"Live with me,” He tells her, her head coming forward to look at him, his face soft as he slows his strokes, pulling out only till his tip remains, making her whine at the loss and teasing, as he repeated this. Their breaths blowing on each other, the sweetness of the mangoes they ate hours ago still lingering on their breath only adding to the feeling he was putting her through, completely taking over her pleasure. Soraya almost didn’t hear the question.

“M’want me to?” Her hands grabbed his that rested on her hips, letting him roll their bodies over, her back pressed into the plush bed. Jey’s fingers entwined with her own, pinning them by her head. He freed a hand to tap his leaking erection against her sensitive mound, smearing the juices all over the warm brown-colored tip.

"So I can get you like this every day..” He leans down with a brief kiss to her bruised lips. “Hell yeah.” Jey slowly rocks down, piercing his lip with a bite at her sucking him in. Her hips arching up into his torso. Her skin is warm against his own. She still doesn’t answer him, lost in the way he slowly slides inside her; feeling the visible veins along his hardened flesh, stretching her walls with a groan.

Her mouth was slightly open, struggling to get free of the grip he had on her wrists; wanting nothing more than to scratch her nails in his back. He halts his movements, a bratty whine leaving her mouth. “Josh.”

He groans at his name leaving her lips. He braces his hands by her head, her legs and arms instantly wrapping around him like a koala. His favorite position, it pushes him deeper with satisfied groans from them both. Once chest to chest, he rocks in her slowly, building the pleasure back up as he presses kisses to her chest, nipping at the round flesh of her breasts, sucking softly into her skin to leave his mark.

Soraya’s hands felt good on his head; mostly resting on the nape of his neck, where the short patch of curls finally grew out to the length she liked, matching the beard that was freshly trimmed as it rubbed against her soft skin. Her nails scratched along his scalp, earning soft groans.

“Kahaia” a gruff mention of her own middle name in the heat of pleasure; taking them back to the moment they first met at Trinity and Jimmy’s engagement party. Only he had ever called her by her native name. It sounded better coming from him. So hearing utter Kahania in the heat of the moment filled her with a hint of pride. His arms now wrap under and around her in a hug, pressing his weight on her. Jey’s head nudges into the space between her neck and shoulder, leaving open-mouth kisses along the blade. Their hips rocked in tandem as the world around them continued on. He only wanted to be around her today and this was the only way he was going to get it. “"gaoioi i le atamai ia te au." (Move in with me).

Soraya felt every thrust he was giving her, going teasingly slow to feel every inch of her walls, her face contorted in pleasure at each new sweet spot, mentally noting it for the next time they get like this. His lips kiss the space behind her ear, a snap of his hips making her gasp. "e te le'i mafaufau ea ia te a'u?" (moving in with me?) He asks her in a way where she can say yes or no, hoping she says yes.

She couldn’t deny that she would love waking up to him every morning just like this, then tangled up in each other's arms afterward; Soraya felt like they were moving too fast. She was scared to put herself in a vulnerable position to get hurt again. Yet, the way he made her feel with every hug and every sweet kiss on her face, constantly telling her she looked good made her feel truly loved. She was scared about the world’s reaction to her relationship, but she didn’t care anymore. Any reservations she had were kissed away by his lips on hers, his hips working a steady rhythm.

"Ioe tama lapoa.” (yes big papa) She doesn’t remember what happens after whispering the words against his lips. Just the imprint of a smile, the soft crow's wrinkles surrounding his eyes, falling deeper in love with her every minute, learning the ways to pleasure her mind and body.

The way she easily meshes with his vibe, as if she belonged here with him. Joshua did believe they were moving too fast. Her soft pleased moans, and squeezing walls, begging for more of him, repeating the word yes between a steady string of moans. Her hands were on his neck, her blue acrylic tips scratching his beard in between the hurried kisses. If this was his last chance to be with her he was taking full advantage and unspoken agreement between them. If they crashed and burned along the way then they were both to blame.

Joshua knew that would never happen. In too deep as they shared a passion-driven kiss; lips locking with a slow pump of his hips. His own stuttering release mixed with hers, dripping onto the sheets. A mix of their own sounds echoed through the room which was now masked in the scent of sex and sweat. He wasn't going to ask her again, he already knew her answer was yes, she just didn’t say it. He found her sudden shyness when in bed together cute, knowing only he could get her like this. He adjusts their position, resting her on his chest as he rests against the headboard, her tiny snores making him chuckle as he reaches for the remote to on the TV. Entertainment Weekly, with a new host, displaying a man’s name he was tired of hearing, only he was watching closely at the mention of Soraya’s name.

I’m Dina Taylors with Entertainment Weekly. In recent news, Damien “Dame” Davis, has been picked up on several RICO charges by the state of Georgia, New York, Florida, and California. What the Rico charges are, we will have more as the several states share any evidence found. The bulk of the evidence comes from Soraya Attui-Dudley and her team of attorneys.

The sudden movement of her body makes him look down. Soraya, using his own to adjust her position, head resting fully on his chest, arms tucking around him. The fluttering of her eyes puts a smile on his face. He feels the soft exhale of her sigh. His own hands rubbing up and down her back.

"Mornin’ sunshine.”

She mumbles a soft good morning, turning her head to look at the TV. The mention of her name gained her attention with a frown.

Soraya over the past few years has been silent when it comes to the nature of her relationship with Damien. However, the recent police reports suggest she wasn’t a willing participant in all of his endeavors outside of music. As of now, Damien is being held in Rikers Penitentiary, awaiting bond before his approaching trial.

“It’s over, yeah?” He asks, frowning at the multiple images of her face bruised, lined with white powder beneath her nose, and smeared all over her nostrils as if someone forced her to inhale the substance. Only ever seeing the surface of his abuse on her. “I mean, his life is pretty much over.”

"I wish.” she sits up in his lap, stretching her arm out as he watches. He wasn’t sure how she still looked so beautiful in the morning. Her hair is wild from last night, framing her sleep-ridden face. “I’m sure they’re going to call me to testify, for him to maybe get what? Life with the possibility of parole.”

He frowns when she gets up, taking the sheets with her, as she walks into the bathroom. “Better behind bars, than walking free.”

Soraya doesn’t care, using the bathroom to freshen up for the day. She bites her lips at the multiple bruises he left on her neck, debating on whether she wanted to cover them up or not.

Mercedez, the mother of Damien’s three-year-old daughter, has expressed her deep regrets and apologies towards Soraya. The apology comes in full force after the release of the police images from multiple stations, showing a beaten and battered Soraya.

Funny how, you think you got the man, and he turns out to be an abuser. It was only a matter of time before we saw his true colors.

She found herself digging through his closet, the majority of her clothes still at her place, she needed something in case they were to go out, whatever she had here, going in the washer. His closet is nothing but t-shirts, and sweats. Jeans here and there, his shorts somewhere in his dressers. She spots the black Niu TAT shirts, the black cotton shirt calling her name, knowing he probably had a pair of light blue shorts in his dresser.

Does anyone think there is any truth to these documents she’s putting out. These date back years before they broke up. Gotta think, maybe she wants another come up. The dude is a famous artist. Soraya is in a league of her own. She’s up there with some of the greats. It just sucks she had the wrong guy on her side.

All the blogs were talking about this and she wanted no part in Dame and his upcoming trial. Soraya did her part, and that was it. If she can and will avoid the frenzy of the newfound history of Dame’s past, then she was a fly on the wall. The door to the bathroom opened, the steam pouring out and dissolving into the cold air. The towel wrapped loosely around his waist, the water dripping from his hair and face onto the well-defined chest of her lover.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” A knowing smirk on his face as he readied himself for the day.

“Mhm, why when the real thing is in front of me.” She innocently looks up at him, a soft bite of her lip that always drives him crazy. The seductive bedroom eyes, made him wonder if he wanted to take her back to bed or not.

“Keep playing and we’ll never leave the house.” Jey finally notices her attire. His clothes are slightly too big on her, still looking better on her than him.

“Mhm, is that a threat?” Her lips pursed at the way he looked at her, a half smile on his face as he slid on the same shirt as her, only a different color.

“Nah.” He walks over to her, grabbing her hands to pull her up. “A promise.” He gives her a quick kiss on her lips. “Let’s go eat.”

We have received word that Damien Davis has posted bail. Our sources have spotted him leaving with what we perceive is his attorney and another mysterious woman.

New sources have revealed Damien Davis as a critical part of an ongoing sex-trafficking ring, along with being at the scene of a homicide the NYPD has been investigating since last year. Damien Davis is a dangerous and manipulative man, there’s no telling what he put Soraya through during their relationship— Welcome to 106 & Park, We’re your host AJ and Free.

The channel was changed from multiple news stations to a culture-centric music station. Her favorite hosts introduced the top ten music videos. Their late breakfast, resting on the coffee table in front of them. The remnants of eggs too small to pick up scattered across their plates. She wasted no time cleaning their dishes and the kitchen to rejoin him on the couch, mostly his lap as it was her favorite spot. His own arms cradled her into his chest, the outside had patted her thigh softly, mindlessly rubbing the bare with his fingertips. His attention was on the flat screen, but his mind drifted off to nowhere.

They sat like this a lot, just relishing in each other’s company. A comfortable silence as the room filled with nothing but their soft breathing syncing with each other. The quick kisses come soon, frantic touches, clothes soon discarding as they make time for another round, christening his couch for the first time. The world around a second thought as they got lost in the feeling of each other’s bodies once again.

A pleased sigh leaves her lips, his body a weighted blanket over her own, his head resting on her chest. Her fingers scratch his scalp, as grumbled groans leave his lips at the sensation.

“Are you sleeping?” She whispers. He shifts, lifting his head slightly to nod. Probably the best sleep he’s gotten in a while. She frowns, wanting to go get food, but loving the way he is turning into a big baby. His phone vibrated somewhere in the house, as it connected to his Bluetooth speakers. Jey doesn’t make a move to answer, letting it go straight to voicemail.

"If it's important they’ll leave a message.” He mumbles, arms briefly squeezing her, too comfortable to get up.

The ringing continued making him sigh and get up, briefs he put on after the intimate moment, clinging to him, the blue shorts hanging low on him as he pulled them up.

”Must be important.” She jokes, rolling over to grab whichever shirt fell on the floor, to partially dress herself.

“For sure.” He sighs, scrolling through the multiple text messages and notifications. Her own phone went off as she joined his side. The influx of incoming texts and calls overwhelmed her, with multiple people congratulating her on her latest album, and more people offering her support during the Dame crisis. The countless emails came in to collaborate on a song, asking her to write for them and produce the beat. “Gotta go back on the road soon.” He murmurs, finally putting his phone away.

“Back to business.” A defeated sigh, head laying on her arm. Deciding right now she wouldn’t be doing collaborations with anyone, until after her next album and possible tour.

“Moving in gotta wait huh?” He jokes, putting an arm around her. Her soft laughs, and her body turning inward into his side.

“Mhm, nope. While you were in the shower, called some movers to pack.” Still rooted in their standing position, her fingers lightly traced over the intricate details on his arms. A laser focus on the detailed insect on the inside of his right bicep, the muscle flexing with every touch of her fingers.

“I want one.” She whispers.

“Want what, a tattoo or a tribal tattoo?”

“Both.” She shrugs. “Been meanin’ to get one, I just could never decide what I wanted, or someone who could do it and it looks good.”

A knowing smile spreads across his face, picking up his phone. She watches as Jey sends someone a message. His hand slid down to pat her thigh. “Go change.”

”Mhm, what for?”

“You’ll see, just change into something comfortable.”

A confused frown on her face, she jogs upstairs, pulling out the freshly dried clothes, seeing what she had that was comfortable enough for whatever he had planned. The white cropped shirt, and green cargo shorts would have to do, rushing to get dressed and meet him downstairs.

Jey lets out an appreciative whistle, loving it when she wears shorts, the fabric barely stopping at her thighs, the perfect canvas for a slew of tattoos. He watched as she slipped on her shoes. “Where are you taking me?”

“You trust me?”

A slight tilt of her head at him while grabbing her phone made him chuckle. “Blindly.” If anything her past relationship should make her wary of him taking her anywhere, yet, the warm and inviting aura of Jey washed away all doubts.

“You’ll like it. I promise.”

A promise that was well-kept as he pulled his truck into the parking space in front of one of his favorite places. The bold white lettering of the shop name gained her attention. SACRED TATAU.

“Tattoo shop?” She questions, a little confused, but partially excited as it seemed to be a shop that focused on culture art. He gets out, coming around to open her door.

“The best in Florida.” He grabs her hand in his. Their fingers already know to lock with each other. The shop provided a homey feel as they entered. The decor is a warm dark color that instantly puts her mind at ease as he talks to a woman behind the front desk.

”Josh!.”

Soraya watches as another set of girls walk in, bright smiles on their faces as they greet him, his hold still on her hand, keeping her close.

“Sienna, Savannah.”

”Been a minute Uce.” Sienna tells him, finally looking next to him. The shock and excitement on her face let them know she knew who Soraya was.

“You’re Soraya!” Sienna tells her, completely starstruck at one of her favorite artists standing before her.

”In the flesh.” She jokes.

Sienna and Savannah were big fans of Soraya, but they made her feel like any other person coming through their dad's shop. They pulled her away from Jey, wanting to get to know her more while listing off the many songs they loved. He watches with a smile as the man of the hour graces them with their presence after getting his things set up.

“Uce.” The slapping of hands gains the girl's attention. Soraya watched as the pair talked, slowly getting up to join his side. The slight glance of recognition as he wrapped an arm around her back.

“Here for another one? You’re running out of space.” He jokes, earning a deep chuckle from Jey.

“Nah, for my girl this time.” He guides her up. “Mike, this is Soraya.” He notices the sudden shyness in her. “ Soraya. This is my tattoo artist Mike and the guy who will be doing your first tattoo.”

“Hey.” They shake hands, the warm grip, comforting her anxieties. His crow's eyes showed as he smiled. “How did you end up with this one, yeah?” He points at Jey with a smile, making her giggle at the way Jey kisses his teeth, with a smile.

“He just showed up on my doorstep.” She shrugs with a smile, looking at him as he shakes his head with a flushed smile. Grabbing his hand again, she comfortably stands at his side. “I like your shop.”

“Fa'afetai (thank you), Jey says you want to get a tattoo?” The bigger man is talking to her now, Jey disappearing after spotting a jar of cookies in the back, an older woman filling them with more of what looked like a batch fresh from the oven.

“I do.” She chews her lip. “I don't know what I want.” She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to regret it someday. “I want a butterfly. It’s my favorite insect.” She then thought of the one on Jey’s bicep. “Give me a second.”

Mike watches as she skips up to Jey, gaining her attention in an instant. The soft attentive gaze he gave her, made him smile. For as long as he knew Josh, he never talked about bringing home a woman for his family to meet. He always said he would just pop up one day and he was married.

“I want the butterfly that's on your bicep.” She tells Jey. One of her favorites he had inked on his body. Always finding herself in his arms, outlining the details of the large insect resting in the middle of his bicep. The most recent one he had Mike touch up and he couldn't lie and say it wasn’t his favorite either. The thought of having matching tattoos with Soraya was a distant idea for further in their relationship.

“Just the butterfly?” He asks, making sure this is really what she wants.

“I don’t know what else I want, I really like the one you have.”

Jey nods, looking behind her at Mike who was getting his cart set up. The TV being turned on was a bit of a distraction. “How about we put the butterfly on there, and let Mike do his thing with the rest?”

The first prick of the tattoo gun on her thigh was scary, but with the constant reassurance from Jey; the pain subsided. She was finding herself falling asleep on the table.

“Not you going to sleep and you were scared.” Jey chuckles, biting into another cookie, glancing at Mike doing the tattoo to her face. Soraya's head rested on her crossed arms, letting the buzzing sounds and constant vibrations on her skin lull her to sleep.

“Shut up,” she mutters, glancing at the cookie in his hand, then back at him with a soft hum. He lets her take a bite, looking down at his phone briefly.

Welcome to THE WHOLE STORY...I’m Anderson Cooper. The United States will be moving forward with its case against Damien Davis. There is substantial evidence that will be used against him. A good portion of that evidence links back to Soraya Aititui-Dudley. The pair had their own run-in with the law, per the multiple domestic violence reports in several counties across the county of Georgia. It’s too soon to say whether or not Soraya will be called to testify, as this is only the beginning stages of the tria--

The sudden change in channels gains her attention. She watches him flip through the many programs as comfortable silence washes over the shop.

“How did you two meet?” Mike asks, the gun in his hand carefully pressing the ink into her skin in an intricate pattern as he breaks the silence

The crowded home of Jimmy and Trinity was filled with nothing but their immediate families. For Trinity that included her Mom, uncle, and cousins. The large three-bedroom home houses a multitude of food and drink options, and a family DJ playing in the backyard. They had recently announced the pair were engaged, eliciting several whoops and hollers in congratulations. Soraya had found herself in a circle of Trinity’s work friends: Bianca, and Lina. They had made eye contact the entire night until he made the first move, stopping her as she came out of the house to refill her drink. “Josh.” He greets a small smile on his face, her soft brown eyes looking at him in interest. A soft hum leaves her lips looking him over. “Soraya.” They shake hands, neither one wanting to let go first at the warm grip heating her entire body, using this chance to pull her off to the side as they struck up a conversation oblivious to another person watching them.

“That was only the first time,” Jey grumbles remembering that same night, he learned of her relationship with Dame. The pair have been together since high school.

“So, you've known each other for a while?”

It was just never the right time for them to get together. Only ever seeing each other at events planned by Jimmy and Trinity. Their interactions are limited to social environments. Her previous relationship was at the forefront of her mind. “Yeah. We saw each other here and there. I was constantly on the road at the time, was away from everyone.” Soraya sighs, not wanting to relive the past anymore.

“Imma go get sum food, you hungry?” He directs to Soraya but also extends the offer to Mike and the girls. With everyone in agreement, Jey makes sure Soraya is good before heading out to get something for everyone.

“So what does Soraya the artist have planned next?” Mike asks, cleaning off excess ink with a paper towel.

“Another album and maybe a two-leg tour hopefully.” She’s scrolling through her phone at several emails about dates and venues. Unable to look at Mike as she was lying on her stomach so he could do the back of her leg.

“Exciting, I know Josh has a few international trips coming up, gonna travel with him?” Being the current World Heavy-Weight Champion he’s going to be defending his titles more and with his current feud with Finn Balor, he is leaving soon.

“No, but you just gave me an idea too.” She laughs. Soraya hadn’t thought about traveling with him, but seeing as their dates overlap, why not. She could see him in his element and him in hers.

“Glad to be of help.” He chuckles, incorporating the flower in her necklace into the design on her thigh, the details popping against her dark skin. He noticed the necklace the moment he saw her, a tradition he did with his own wife; getting the notion that she was Samoan as well, letting the culture design translate into her personal story.

“I don’t mean to pry, but why did you go ghost after exposing your ex? '' Sienna asked, earning a few slaps and shut-ups from her mom and sister. Soraya wasn’t offended or phased by the questions, knowing it was a well-warranted question.

“It's fine…It was mostly for my safety and sanity.” Which was the truth. Dame was known for being able to find her anytime she left him, especially with them being contractually bonded at the time. Finding the loophole in those contracts saved her life and career. “In the years that I’ve known him, I knew he wasn’t going to let me go easy.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His mom tells her. “I had a friend in an abusive relationship. She sadly didn’t make it out alive, so it's happy to hear that some women do and live to bring awareness.” A comforting smile on her face towards Soraya.

“Josh wouldn’t be as happy as he is either,” Mike adds, realizing that Soraya was the woman he always talked about, telling him about the girl he wanted but couldn’t have because of a dangerous situation. “You’re all he ever talks about.” He’s slowly finishing up the tattoo.

“Yeah. Uce is in love” Savannah laughs, getting up to grab some cream off the shelf for her Dad.

Soraya bites her lip nervously as the family cooed over Josh and his love for her. The man is head over heels for her. The instant notification she got on her phone pulls her attention away.

Current Time: 7:30 p.m.

Mike wiped the last of the cream off her thigh with a paper towel. A good five hours after Josh retired with food from Zaxby’s giving both her and Mike a break. Jey helps her stand up guiding her to the mirror.

“That shit clean baby.” Both of them admired the garter-style tattoo, the matching butterfly sitting on top of her thigh, surrounding small detailed flowers, noticing they matched the style of her necklace, the intricate detailing of Samoan culture markings making up the band of the tattoo, incorporating her mother’s culture into the design. She instantly fell in love, knowing she would be coming back to get the flowers colored in.

“It’s perfect.” She turns and gives Mike a hug, his embrace feeling like she was hugging a giant teddy bear, returning the hug, he smiles.

“Thank you for trusting me with your first.” He was honored to give her something she loved. “Hopefully you’ll be back for more.”

She laughs. "Oh for sure." She watched Jey gather their things after hugging his wife and kids goodbye.

The two of them head out together. Her thigh was still sore, hissing at the sudden pressure from sitting in the passenger seat.

“Hurts huh baby?” He looks at her. She nods with a pout, adjusting her sitting position to not put pressure on the freshly-inked thigh.

“Yeah.” She responds, digging into his middle console for the blunt he had rolled earlier, knowing the little thing would ease some of the pain. The two ride in silence for a minute, the car filling with the strong scent of weed, getting them both high.

“What if we travel together for your tour.” Jey breaks the silence, stopping at the red light to look at his now relaxed girlfriend. “Schedule your concerts around my shows and events?”

“Mhm, I travel in style.” She reminds him. Jey never really cared to pay extra for first class or personal drivers; choosing to carpool with his peers, Soraya on the other hand relished in the added luxury. She was always on some private Jet, or tour bus, even going as far as to get a driver, wanting to limit a lot of crazy fan interactions, especially with the trial going on. For her, he would do anything.

“Then we travel in style, as long as you’re next to me.” The car moves again, a giddy smile on her face at the thought of traveling with him. Her fingers moved rapidly across her phone screen, sending her manager Naraya the go-ahead to plan the tour dates around his schedule.

“Oh, you planned this already?” Jey peeks over at her while laughing.

“Of course, I was going to do it regardless.” Her hand comes up to rest behind his neck, thumb rubbing into the skin behind his ear. “Wanna see you live'” she murmurs to herself, but the cocky smile on his face signals that he heard her. He decides not to tease her as he drives them home.

Why would she stay in such an abusive relationship? See me he would look worse than me You never know what you’re going to do in a situation like that. Do you think they’ll call her to testify against him? She’s weak. Supposed to be this big bad girl and she let a nigga smaller than her pimp and drug her out. I doubt she testifies, why should she if they have all the evidence they need. He’s a scapegoat for whoever he’s affiliated with. They’re feeding him in the woods. She’ll probably run away like last time. She’s nothing without him.

The incoming notifications of the blogs talking about her killed her, frustrating not only her but Jey as well, as some particular people he was no longer friends with sent him the blogs, stating she would kill his career as well. No matter how much she tried to shut down the rumors, it always found its way into her life. The two of them scowl at their phones, calling her relationship with Dame a publicity stunt for her. Twisting her words back on her, stating Dame didn’t deserve it and that he loved her even though he cheated on her and had a child with her. Something the public doesn’t know; thinking the child was born after she went ghost.

She wanted to respond but they would only twist her words once again, It seemed the only way she knew how was through music. A light goes off in her eyes, a small smirk on her face as she looks at Jey who is getting ready to remove his shoes.

“What?” He noticed the mischievous look on her face, confused at what she was planning in that head of hers.

“I can’t believe you dragged us into this shit.” Bianca sighs, carrying a black garment bag in her hands. “Especially in this dirty-ass abandoned warehouse.”

“Oh, hush.” Trinity hits her, carrying her own bag of hair materials, behind them the twins and Montez carrying video equipment. “We got you girl.”

Soraya smiles, sipping on a Red Bull to keep her awake. “Thanks guys, this was just a spur-of-the-moment idea.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with the blogs talking about you again is it?” Bianca asks, setting down the bag of clothes on a nearby table. “Or that Dame is going to trial?” She hated being called out by the girls, they were always spot-on about what she thought. A defeated sigh leaves her side.

“This is the last time.” She was certain this would end what they thought about her and focused solely on Dame and how horrible he was. She tried to stay quiet about everything, but it seemed everyone was forcing her hand, demanding she speak about it. Trinity and Bianca groan.

“Girl, no matter what you do, they will still talk.” Bianca tells her honestly confused about why she was entertaining the blogs. Trinity on the other hand understood why she was. Why would she let them continue to drag her name?

“At the end of the day B, We gotta support her.” Trinity would rather end this conversation and support her cousin in whatever she thought was best.

“Forever gon support my girl.” B raises her hands in surrender. A couple of more people came in with their things as well, confusing not only the girls but the guys as well. “Who are they?’

“The host of The Bullet Club.” Soraya grins, a set of men walking towards him with a wide smile on their faces. Jey watches confused as the two dudes pull her into a hug. He slowly walks his way up to them.

“Hey, squirt.” The taller, older man hugged her tightly, swaying them side to side.

“Hi, Uncle Cliff.” She grins returning the embrace, an oh expression on everyone’s face. “Thanks for letting me do this.”

“Anything for my niece.” He pulls back; looking behind him at his crew setting up the multiple green screens and camera equipment. “Bout time you did a legit diss, that shameful shit was whack.”

She makes a face, spotting Jey at her side. “Not too much on Shameful, she got me through it all.”

Cliff raises his hands in defeat. “Do you baby girl. You know you say the word, "I got my guys on him.” She rolls her eyes, Her uncle stays wanting to put a cap on somebody, especially if someone messing with his family. She finally introduces them to her friends, mainly Jey. Who was protectively at her side. Cliff sizing him up inserts himself. “Joshua right?”

He nods, returning the same attitude. “Yeah.”

They stare each other down as Trinity pulls Soraya away from them to possibly do damage control. Bianca made her sit down as Trinity got her things out to do her hair. Soraya has to watch from a distance at her boyfriend and uncle having a stare-down, before they break into a union of laughter dapping each other up. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Girl, you didn’t tell me the Method Man was your uncle.” Bianca scolds almost, burning her head. “My bad.”

“That’s why and he's not by blood.” She’s touching up her makeup, adding some more details to her lips, smacking them together to evenly smear the gloss across them. “Just super close with my dad.”

“Shit, he's fine as hell.” Trinity sighs, putting an outfit together for her. “If I wasn’t married.”

“If you weren't what?”

Their conversations come to a halt as their boyfriends join them. Jey going to sit in front of Soraya, watching her doll herself up. “Nothing.” Trinity deflects, hugging Jimmy’s waist.

“Mhmm, Raya, you almost ready?” He asks, looking down at her. Bianca had finally finished her hair, letting her get up and grab the clothes Trinity picked for her.

“Yeah.” She walks up to Jey, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Going to get dressed.” He follows behind her, only to make sure no one walks in on her while she changes. She had wanted to talk to him as well; unsure of how he was feeling in all of this.

“You look good.” He tells her, holding the discarded pieces of fabric, loving the way the new outfit shaped her frame. A shy grin on her face as she walked up to his leaning body perched on the metal frame. Her arms wrap around his neck.

“Thank you.” She stands on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You okay?” He shrugs, looking down at her. A slow lick of his lips as he trailed his eyes from her face to her body pressed against his. “How do you feel about me doing this?”

“I’m here to support you.” He gives her another chaste kiss, biting her lip in the process. “Let this be the last time you talk about him though.” A tiny whimper leaves her mouth at the loss of his on her own. He was cool with Soraya doing what she had to. However, if this doesn’t kill the shit then she was fighting a lost cause.

“It’s overkill at this point Soraya. I’m not staying in this relationship if you’re going to continue entertaining the nigga. Make it count.”

The empty warehouse was now set up with multiple green screens and cameras, a single microphone in the center as she stood behind it, Her uncle and his host doing their intro from or their radio station introducing Soraya as the beat started. The buzzing notifications in her friend's phone came out as this was being aired live across all social media platforms.

The first line in her diss surprised everyone. “You might wanna watch your mouth, or watch your spouse. I’m that chick, I’ll make you want to slit your wrist. your nigga tryna kiss my pics.”

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It wasn’t often Soraya sat down and truly dissed somebody, especially in freestyle while being recorded live for everyone to see at midnight. However, it was brought out of her and there was no turning back. As she continued, Jey wondered if this was her way of finally releasing any negative energy she was harboring over the situation. He had also wondered if she would do the same to him if they didn't work out. Regardless if it was mutual or night. He hated thinking that way.

“Let’s clear shit out, lately it's been empty as the head that wears the crown. Niggas who want a bitch whose only talent is to mentally be challenged....” The short pause between bars; a mix of approval ooo's in the background. “chemically imbalanced.”

Yet, just seeing her in her element, the way all stress left her body in her movements, he still had to wonder how their story would end. Trinity notices the distant look in her brother-in-law's eyes, the wheels turning in his head. She instantly knew what he was thinking. “She’s not going to do you like she’s doing him.” She tells him.

“Yeah?” He looked at Trinity and then back at his girl. “How do you know?”

“She wouldn’t have gotten matching tattoos with you.” Only Trinity and Jimmy had noticed the butterfly on her leg that was eerily similar to the one Jey had on his arm. It was hard not to miss the garter-style tattoo on her leg. Trinity also saw it as a sign of her being in love. Growing up Soraya had told everyone her first tattoo would be a matching one with her future boyfriend to signify her being truly in love. She kept that to herself for Jey to find out.

He takes the newfound information into account as he watches her, finally listening to the lyrics that she is spewing out.

“Nigga listen, I can’t really explain it, but, shit I’m famous so people gon draw the picture however they wanna paint it, ain’t it.” Her uncle is in the background running around with Montez, their actions warranted at the bar, sneaking a jab at the blogs telling false stories about her.

By this time, over a million people were turned in, constantly sharing their livestreams. What the people in the warehouse aren’t seeing on the green screen are multiple pictures of her and Dame, and how she started his career, providing proof that he was a narcissistic wanna-be rapper. Debunking all the claims that he put her on.

“I’m the reason why you great nigga, I’m the one who got you eating medium and steak nigga.” If she had a real audience they would be dead as she devoured the switch-up of the beats, in the background her phone was going off with messages and notifications of people trying to save face.

“I’m not the type to hit feet when I’m targeting chest, when I met a world peace put your art to the test and now went overheads.” She had been going on for two minutes now with no plans of stopping anytime soon. “This is something I have oversaid now it's just an overkill better yet it's over dead, over heads.”

Cliff had started to slow down the beat, signaling for her to stop at some point, but she still went in on the mic, rapping to no beat as she stared straight into the camera. “Zero effort, you have zero leverage. Text me on my phone and I’ll see at zero message.”

Soraya had released so much trauma into that freestyle, no longer caring about how she was going to be viewed, using this as a reference anytime someone brought up her past. Her focus now is on the man who loved her and showed it daily. She finally looked in his direction as they wrapped up. A silent conversation was being held between them from how they held each other’s gaze. Her feet moved toward his direction. The closer she gets, his arms open letting her wrap her arms around him, his own hugging her shoulders, with a gentle kiss to her temple.

“All good?”

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