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vogelmeister · 3 years

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Today I woke up and chose violence

(aka i review the 2021 eurovision top 10)

aka no one will read this

Greece- Stefania "Last Dance"

This surprised me! I didn’t expect it to do this well- I mean im obviously really happy for Greece as this is their best result in a while, but honestly I would switch it out of the top ten with Bulgaria in a heartbeat- Bulgaria’s song was so much more heartfelt and personal. The staging for this seemed like it was meant to be for supergirl instead, which annoyed me. Honestly I think the greenscreen may have not been worth it, it didn’t do much for me and I didn’t think it even looked that great (u could see the shadows of the people and at one point I saw a human hand a la cats (2019) which took me out of it instantly) but at the same time I think its why its in the top ten.

Russia- Manizha "Russian Woman"

When this comes on I am a Russian woman, briefly. I love this. Its so spunky and I cant help but dance. The staging was perfection and I cry when she drops to her knees and sings to the Russian women. I also loved how Russia was a bit more genuine this year- I was sick of mass produced pop songs from them and I love when the songs have heart and actually mean something to the artist. In conclusion, this was very deserved and I hope to see more like this from Russia- it’ll be on loop for a while.

Lithuania- The Roop "Discoteque"

It feels okay to dance alone, dance alone, dance alone- aka my biggest lockdown mood. Lol. Anyways im gonna admit something here. I think it is no secret that on fire probably would have done better than this, maybe might have surpassed LT united and this is certainly a weaker effort from the roop. In the same vein, this grew off me as the season went on, going from my 6th to my 20th. But I see the appeal and I see how this did well, and I am not complaining- this top ten was very well deserved. I think Lithuania should be very proud of them.

Malta- Destiny "Je me casse"

In the same vein as Lithuania, this grew off me. Fast. I loved it at first but the more I listened to it, the less shiny it was. And I will take to my grave they should have staged this more with a roaring 20s vibe, kinda like Still In Love With You from 2015. However, it’s placing in the top ten was not a shock, we all expected it to do well and it was deserved. And while it did do well, I think it actually flopped a little (like we expected more from it and that it would end higher) especially since it was third in the odds to win the whole damn thing. I would believe this not ending top five might be one of the biggest shocks this Eurovision, but in a way, seventh also feels high enough. Lets be real, I never had pegged this to win, not even with the sponsored ads that haunted my dreams nightly. In the end, I was over it.

Finland- Blind Channel "Dark Side"

Ahh yes. Finland. We know you and love you and I am so proud of you. Your best result since Lordi and it could not be more well deserved. This song is everything, to the point where I had to stop listening to this in public because I nearly gave someone the middle figure at uni. From the moment this won UMK I knew this would stand out. I knew the people would love it. I knew this would do well. Even when you were the last to qualify and I was on the edge of my seat, I secretly knew. I will very much join whatever you had advertised on your palms- I am very intrigued and the dark side seemed captivating. Finland, rock is what you do best. Rock on!

Ukraine- Go_A "Shum" (Шум)

Up next we have one of the most unique songs this year- and what I would like to call an acquired taste. I loved every second of this, I loved how it stayed true to Ukraine and showed off their culture. I love that it was a native language song. I love that it was a bop, I love that it makes me wanna spin around in long dresses and join in whatever they’re doing. The intense build up to the long note at the end its perfectly paced and gives me chills. Honestly at first I was worried for the revamp but I think it was the right choice in the end, this one takes what already was strong and makes it stronger, ultimately. This isn’t a song this is an experience! Ukraine I beg! Do more like this!

Iceland- Daði og Gagnamagnið "10 Years"

Everything about this, I like! While never as beloved as Think About Things, I think this was a good follow up- it didn’t try and become what it wasn’t, it didn’t copy TAT and honestly, it had the same charm- all the things people loved about TAT was there without being a copy. I love Dadi’s awkward energy, I love the way that radiated in the performance (the awkwardly late pyro at the end a highlight) and I love how wholesome it was. The choir gives me chills, and I am not just saying that because I submitted my voice (technically I can say I came fourth at Eurovision). All around, I like.

Switzerland- Gjon's Tears "Tout l'Univers"

Objectively the weaker French language ballad of 2021. While everyone thought the choreography was going to put people off and look bad, I actually think it looked okay, and I respect Gjon for taking the risk and going for that instead of a piano. It certainly wasn’t jarring of as off-putting as people thought it might be- I actually think it elevated the song if anything. It worked. Honestly this proved that ballads don’t always having to be standing still. As for the song, in my opinion it’s defs the weaker French language song this year for me but that doesn’t mean it’s a weak entry- it’s a good song and I enjoy it a lot. I might even ascend when listening to it if I am in the headspace. I still think it is a commendable effort from Switzerland and a very strong entry that they should be proud of.

(i also thought it would be as predictable as the 2021 mol if it won, so that added into it)

France- Barbara Pravi "Voilà"

Barbara, you had my heart from the moment you won your national final. This isn’t a song, it is an experience- from the first note to the last breath. The staging was beautiful and suited the song so well, the simplicity of it all being the key- I loved how the focus was on Barbara and Barbara only (although I didn’t like the swaying camera shots). Every time the climax of the song was hit I got chills. I sobbed to this during the final uttering- she has to win, she has to win- over and over. Just the emotion alone put into this made it deserving of the win. Alas, it was not meant to be. But it would have been deserving. France, you should be proud of this (and it was so deserving of the artistic and press awards).

also i know its the Frenchest France has ever Franced but there was no effiel tower so... i could have been more french

Italy- Måneskin "Zitti e buoni"

If someone had told me that I would be wrapped in an Italian flag on the morning of 23rd May 2021- I would had told them to go home. I am gonna be honest. While I knew this was good, it was never my pick to win. And even when the odds were for them, I still said, nahhh it’s France’s year. But the live- it hit all the right spots! I think it was a good choice for a winner, the right choice in the end- after the year we had, honestly I think we all should scream in Italian. For selfcare. I think also, for everyone saying it’s justice for all those years robbed, I’m gonna say it now- this was the right song for Italy to win with. I cant even imagine a world where they won in 2019- it doesn’t feel right even though Soldi is great. Honestly, I think they took a risk and it didn’t sound like something we would expect from Italy- which made it all around perfect and it paid off. Italy had the full package, and that’s why they won. They had the appeal, the staging and a song that’s an earworm. Italy won this fair and square.

#euovision #eurovision 2021 #esc #esc 2021 #eurovision

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praphit · 3 years

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Shang-Chi! and the Rings of Daddy Murder Death!

When the trailer for this movie first came out, I was hyped! From the cast, to the bad ass bus scene, to Wong vs The Abomination,

I was sold!

Of course you had the people who came out saying "This is Marvel trying to be woke again. Hate crimes against Asian people on the rise, and here comes Marvel with Shang-Chi" We know this to be crazy, because Marvel already had this in the works, but certain people still reacted that way. But, even if that notion were true, would that be so bad?

It wouldn't absolve the ignorance, hatred, violence, and toxicity. But, if someone in Hollywood said "We've screwed over Asian people in films for like... ever. What if this time we choose a popular Asian character to base a movie on, and we DON'T do that?"

Now, (being that this movie supposedly leans on Chinese culture, with Shang-Chi being Chinese) China might argue that they still did them wrong (valid racist historical ptsd, cultural splicing, the whole martial arts thing, plus the main character is actually Canadian). It's not my place to weigh-in. But, I will say that making Shang-Chi Canadian, NOT a martial artist, but instead a hockey player, who loves Drake, and co-starring another Canadian, like Micheal Cera or someone

probably wouldn't have worked as well for the MCU. Then, maybe Canada would have a problem with Marvel. I don’t envy movie-makers in this context.

When I was a kid I was big into Black Belt Theater, Bruce Lee movies,

Bruce Leroy,

and within my love for martial arts and fighting entertainment was

Shang-Frickin-Chi.

I liked it, though I remember it being a lil racist. It's weird going back in time to see your fav childhood shows and books that wouldn't fly today:

I mean we've certainly been a lot more sensitive these days:

Regardless, Shang-Chi is here! (played by Canada's main man Simu Liu) He goes by the name of Shaun!

Don't let that name fool you. Shaun will whup that ass! He says "Bleep all those super powers, and serums, a suits, and magic, and the rubber bones of Widow! That's some ol bullshit! All I need is my Wu-Tang style!" A style fueled by his daddy issues. And he's got some serious daddy issues. To be fair, his dad is the villain of the story. If your father was the active villain of your story, you'd also have issues.

Awkwafina is his sidekick

(much better than Michael Cera would be), she plays as Katy. That's fun. Every Katy I've ever known has been fun... and a heavy drinker:) This Katy is here to drive fast and crack jokes.

Ladies and Gentlemen, your new Marvel duo!

It's not just daddy issues for Shang-Chi, but mommy issues (she dead), avoidance issues, his sister kicks him in the balls. He didn't even seem shocked. I mean, his balls were shocked, for sure, but it seemed like she just did that all of the time. I'm imagining Christmas when they were kids. "Here's your gift, bro. KNEE TO THE NUTS Merry Christmas" What kind of relationship is that? And why?! - well, he did abandon her for like 10 years, but... you know, that's plenty of time for her to get over it, right?? So, we'll say sister issues, his daddy training him to be an assassin issues, and his friends have issues with him! - AND KATY! They don't respect Marvel's new duo. They think Shaun and Katy should be doing more with their lives.

They are both valets during the day, and at night they rock drunken karaoke. That seems like the perfect life to me.

But, Daddy and his power rings couldn't allow them to keep living the dream. I haven't mentioned the ten rings yet.

They give him super-duper-magical martial arts powers, and make him eternal. AND made him an asshole.

To be fair, he was probably already an asshole before the powers. He's been killing a lot of people. You figure he's been around for 1000+ years. His wife is dead, and he has no hobbies. It's not like he kills a few people and then goes home to read a book, or play video games, or make TikTok videos. It's sunrise to sunset killing all day, every day for generations. Then, he forms an evil terrorist group called "Ten Rings" to amplify his killing.

"Murder Death Rings" are what they should be called.

"Daddy Death Punchy Time"

""Dead Doomy Rangs of Killer Dad"

"The Legendary Killer Rings of Deadly Death Death Murder Pops"

"The... " sorry, I've been drankin a lil bit while I write... I lost my place.

I like "Daddy Death" Where was I?

Right! He can't have Shaun being happy! We've gotta get this plot going, so he sends the only white dude he can find in this movie to start some trouble for them. I guess, there might have been a couple of more white people in the film, but they all got the snot beat out of them in that bus scene. This white dude's name is "Razor Fist", yep... "Razor Fist!".

At least they didn't stick to the original design.

Ridiculous. How does he use the bathroom?

He's played by Florian Munteanu, who is a former heavy weight boxer. Yeah! Was also in "Creed" his nickname is "The Big Nasty". Isn't that a drink? A bartender once offered me to sample a drink called "The Big Nasty". I chose to go with a drink that doesn't have "nasty" in its title. ... I think he was offering me a drink.

???

"Daddy Murder Death" and "Sharp Fisty Man" spark this thang. And Shaun becomes Shang-Chi, beater of ass!

The visuals in this movie are the best Marvel has done to date. The action is so good. I just got finished raving about the action in "Black Widow"; this surpasses that. I dug the cast. I know some people don't like Awkwafina, but... get over it. She was great in this; everybody was!

I loved the soundtrack! I'm not normally the "I loved the soundtrack guy" , but it was perfect. It begs to be mentioned.

No issues with the story. And the emotions that they're stirring in you. Whew!

One moment I'm enjoying the beater of ass, then Katy is making me laugh, then the slew of issues got me in my feelings, then the visuals wow me, then more swelling issues, back to ass beating - all the way through.

And the ending! True, Marvel has a formula (and this sticks to it), but if it ain't broken, why bleep with it?? The ending was Game of Thrones-ish, but with light so a brotha can see, and all the colors of the rainbow - like a Skittles commercial with martial arts. Fun! - so not like GOT at all, I guess. The only fun they had was when there was torture or prostitution going on.

I don't have anything bad to say about the movie. They could have shaved 5-10 mins off, but I won't take off for that; there's just too much to love about this!

Grade: A+

Fun for the whole family! I can see the fam working through some issues after the watch.

Daughter: "You know, Dad. That asshole dad of Shang-Chi kinda reminds me of you."

Mom: "Daughter! You do NOT talk to your father that way!"

Daughter: “Just sayin...”

Dad: "That's interesting, cuz his ungrateful, bitch of a daughter reminds me of YOU!"

Mother and Daughter: *gasp

Son: *laughs

Dad: "All I want you to do is take your school work seriously and maybe date a guy who doesn't smell like weed!"

Daughter: "I'll have you know that's his natural smell! And maybe I'd focus more on school, if I didn't have to focus on YOU being such a BLEEPING ASSHOLE, DAD!"

See, that's healthy dialogue, right there. Maybe the family that watches this movie buys mommy a bunch of guns for protection, so she doesn't end up dead like the mommy in this movie. Like a ridiculous amount of guns!

And I could see brother and sister kicking each other in the crotch to resolve their differences. BUT, if they're close-by, fighting each other, then there's no time to abandon one another.

Marvel does it again!

Whichever of the Marvel films is your favorite, this one will probably be up there as well.

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thewitchandtheassassin · 3 years

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Enough is enough

So, this bitch woke up today and chose violence because I’m in a mood. Have been for a couple days. But this has irked every fiber of my being. Why, why, why do people keep feeling the need to steal full blown stories right now? I get it, it’s still a pandemic and a lot of content is getting posted because there’s nothing to do. And a lot of creators on here make bomb ass stories and ideas and there’s nothing more flattering than knowing we’ve inspired something in people.

But don’t steal. That’s not cute, that’s not flattering, that’s not an ego boost. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying, and it makes a good 80% of us want to rage quit or stop writing.

No ideas in the world are completely original. They take inspiration from movies and books and thoughts and experiences. No genre is 100% original. I get that. That’s a well known thing among writers and artists and hell, readers can pinpoint it too. But you taking stories (and, if you’re really ballsy, the same titles for the works you’re basically copying) is a step above that. Not only are you disrespecting the works, you’re disrespecting writers who took the time to craft these pieces by trying to turn around and slap your name on them. Inspiration is one thing, straight out stealing is another.

We do this shit for free. We write and we share and we put things out into the world because we love it and we love sharing that art. Trying to claim it for likes and reblogs knowing you only changed a few words is fucked up at best. You’re not gonna win a popularity contest doing shit like that. It leaves a bad taste in people’s mouths doing shit like that.

Do you really think we don’t spot our fellow creators’ stuff? Even dressed up in a different gown with a plastic tiara, we know when our friends and our co-writers’ stuff is staring back at us. And I’m not even mad about myself. I honestly don’t know if any of my shit has been copied (I have 100+ stories, I don’t even know what all I’ve written anymore) but I will certainly call a knockoff a knockoff when it’s my people’s shit.

We love seeing new writers on this platform and reading new stories and seeing what people can come up with, but don’t blatantly snag our stuff and try to sell it back to us. That’s not how any of this shit works.

And yes, this is very over encompassing but it’s also very directed too. They’ve been nice. I won’t be, not about this. A spade is a spade, even if you try to sharpie over it. I want to see all of my followers and fellow writers and friends do everything they can to succeed and blossom in whatever way they can as people. But I won’t let someone I know that follows me steal from my friends either.

You can’t claim it as a “I didn’t realize”. You did and do, otherwise this wouldn’t still be a problem. I won’t @ you because that’s not my game. But you keep pulling this or saying you didn’t know, I will 100% call you out in front of god and everybody.

You’ve stolen from multiple creators, most of whom I know pretty well, and I’m pretty sure you’ve taken others’ stories and slapped your user on them. That’s not how being a writer works.

I try to keep out of other people’s business. I try not to comment if it’s not needed but clearly one announcement wasn’t enough, so I’m officially chiming in. I would love to see you become your own writer and succeed and branch out. But outright copying?

It. Needs. To. End. Now.

#sorry for the rant #not a story #seriously #enough

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xx-autmnlvr-xx · 4 years

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Tom Nook’s birthday (Tom Nook x Reader)

I am so very proud of this story! I worked on it for two-three weeks! It’s around a 20 minute read so I would get some snacks or a drink before reading.

I love Tom Nook and when I saw his birthday was coming up I was determined to write something for him! So here it is!!! It’s a genderless Y/N so anyone of any gender can read and enjoy this story!!!

Tags and warnings: cursing, violence, alcohol. So if it was a movie it would be rated PG-13

I am uploading this right now because my summer college classes started and there is just too much homework. LOL

I woke up to the sunlight hitting my bed and some villagers talking outside. I groaned, flipping over to go back to sleep. I opened my eyes slightly to see my painting of Tom Nook. I smiled and sat up.

"Wake up, (y/n)! You can't sleep in today!" I told myself, stretching. I left my home and looked out at the town where I am mayor. It really is a beautiful location. I walked and got a coffee to-go before heading to city hall.The lobby smelled of apples and sea. Isabelle was at the front desk, as sweet and well-combed as ever.

"Good morning, Mayor! How was your night?"

"It was wonderful," I replied, going up to her, "how about yours?"

"Oh! It was splendid! I kind of fell asleep doing some embroidery on the couch." She blushed, rubbing the back of her head.

I chuckled, "I bet you can embroider perfectly! I'll have to pay you for one of your designs!” She smiled and waved her hand playfully, then she looked like she remembered something.

"Oh yeah! The morning report! Well one of the villagers caught a birdwing butterfly and donated it to the museum, so I gave them a Lily seed and--" she continued speaking. I took a big sip of my coffee.

"Oh! And there's a guy selling art at the plaza! I thought about buying something but I am saving my bells for a nice dress." After she said that I spit out my coffee. She gasped.

I looked at her."Are you telling me Redd is here TODAY??"

She had some paper towels in her paw, "um, yes? I believe that's his name. Why?" I received the towels and leaned down and cleaned the coffee up.

"Do you know what today is?"

"May 30th!" She answered.I stood up and threw away the soaked paper towels.

"exactly! It's Tom Nook's birthday. Redd can't be here!"

"Oh!" She said, blushing, embarrassed, "I forgot about his birthday! What should we do?"

I sighed, "I'll have Redd leave. Can you see if Dr. Shrunk will let us have the party at his club? K.K Slider is Mr. Nook's favorite artist. Today has to go perfectly!"

She smiled, "of course! Leave it to me!"

I made my way to the plaza and when my eyes landed on the tent with Redd's logo on it I felt fire in my lungs. Why today? Why did he decide to come to (your town) on Tom's birthday? I had to get rid of him before Tom took wind of it. I entered and the kitsune smiled.

"Cousin! How's it been? Are you here to buy more of my wares? I have a fantastic selection!"

I raised my hand for him to be quiet, "Redd I'm not here to buy anything today. I'm here to ask you to leave town for this week."

He looked offended, "what? Why? I didn't do nothing to warrant the removal!"

"I know. But today is not a good day for you to be here."

"Why, cousin? Was my last art pieces wrong?"

"No no... Nothing like that. Look, if I told you you will never leave so just pack up your frauds and take the next train out. I'll even pay you the price you paid coming here." He looked me up and down and thought for a moment before smirking.

"Ooooh I know what this is about. That raccoon in the apron that rules this town."

"First of all he doesn't own this town. Second, he has a name!"

"Yes I know. Tom Nook," he snarled, his face contorting, "why is he the reason your forcing me out?"

"Like I would tell you. He just doesn't need you to be hanging around today."

Redd looked like he was thinking, "what is today? ...the 30th? Ah! Of course. His birthday!"

I rolled my eyes, "wow. Love how you had to think about it. You have until 3 o'clock to leave. The next train out is at 2."

I turned to leave when he stopped me, "hold up, cousin. I ain't leaving 'til you buy something. Policy y'know?" I rolled my eyes, pointing at something random.

He smirked, "no no no. You got to look."

I sighed and examined the pieces. He was behind me and started talking.

"You know, I remember when me and the raccoon was friends. He was cooler then. Could sell anything. He was fun to hang with. Then he tried to tell me that he loved me! Can you believe that? Left town that night I did. Couldn't be seen with someone like that." I chose a painting and started to leave.

"He's a crook, (y/n). Always will be. Don't get too chummy with him." I ignored him and left the tent.

I talked to my villagers and gave them invitations to Tom's party. Dug up some fossils and headed downtown. I went into (your nookling store) and was greeted by the twins.

"HEY, (Y/N)! HOW ARE YOU?" Timmy greeted cheerfully.

"..YOU!" Tommy followed.

I chuckled, "I'm doing great! I just came to see you both! Do you know what day it is?"

They nodded, "Mr. Nook's birthday!!" I kneeled.

"what did you both get him?" Timmy raised his hand eagerly.

"I built him a nightstand with a mug holder for his coffee!"

Tommy rocked on his heels shamefully, "i made him a small vase. Not as awesome as Timmy's gift but I tried."

I smiled, "hey, not everything has to be big. I think Tom is going to love your vase. In fact I bet he will put it right beside the nightstand so he can look at both of your gifts at the same time!" They grinned and high-fived.

"Now tonight is his party! But it's a surprise, remember? You didn't tell him did you two?"

"No, (y/n)! We didn't!"

"Good. He's going to love it! Now. I need some groceries!" I informed before grabbing a cart and going down to the snacks for the party. I paid for the items and left, heading to the able sisters.

I invited sable, Mable, and LaBelle, then I went and invited blathers and Celeste. I was happy at how well everything was going. I walked down to check on the club LOL gig when I saw a shadow scurry down the stairs to town. I was confused until the door to Nook Homes opened. Tom opened the door with a piece of paper in his paw. He looked around like he was looking for someone. I walked up.

"Hey, Mr. Nook! Is everything alright?"

He looked at me, "oh yes yes! Everything is fine! Someone just slipped a letter in and left! It was weird!"

I cocked my head to the side, "a letter? Can I see?"He put it in his pocket, "no no! It's all alright. Just a weird junk mail. No need to see it."

"Oh.. okay?"

He smiled softly, "everything's fine! Yes yes! I'm on my break so I'm going to go over to the bench and sit down with my lunch!"

He left. Curious, you entered Nook Homes. Lyle was at his place at the HHA table.

"(y/n)! How are you feeling this day? I hope you feel fantastic! Wanna talk about your home? Because the score is here and it is a doozy of a report!"

"No not today, thank you. I'm just wanting to ask if you know anything about the letter Mr. Nook got."

Lyle shook his head, "sadly no, but when Mr. Tom Nook looked at the letter his face dropped sure did! Boom! Like a bell to the floor drop! He immediately left the building, talking about his break. But... He's never taken a break before. Strange! As strange as a whisper in the night! Now that I think of it I should have checked on him! Yes I should've! Hindsight? 20/20 as they always say! And I think that's all!"

I sighed, "thank you, Lyle. Oh! I forgot. Do you and the other HHA members want to come to his birthday party? It's at 8 PM but it's a surprise! So do NOT tell him! Okay?"

"Yes! I won't tell him! He won't hear a peep about it from me! Zziip! That's the sound of my lips being shut. We'll be there! Thank you, (y/n)!" He smiled, receiving my invitations.

I said my farewells and left nook homes. The sun was already on the other side of the sky. I glanced over to the town clock to find that it was 4 pm. Yellow birds flew through town and landed on top of the post office, chirping at each other in conversation. The blue sky turned a baby blue. Knowing that time was passing I decided to check on the reservations. I turned toward the club, my eyes landing on the bench to find it empty. Tom has left the town square.

"What was in that letter? Tom never acted like this before." 'At least... Not since I met him.' I thought. I walked over to the bench and noticed a ham and lettuce sandwich and peach slices left on the seat, some yellow birds pecking at it. It must have been Tom's. My worry grew and a shiver ran down my spine. As if a light bulb went off, I remembered that Katrina worked in town. I turned on my heel and ran to her door, knocking before entering. Katrina had an incense of Amber and lavender burning and the lights were dimmed more than usual. She was sitting at her pillow, in front of the low table.

"I've been expecting you, (y/n). I believe I know why you're here, yes?" She said calmly, taking a drag of her cigarette from her opera length cig holder.I took a few steps and sat on the customer pillow.

"yes. I need help. Can you tell me what is up with Tom nook? Something's wrong and I don't know what. Today's his birthday and I want it to be brilliant!" She looked at me passively and took another smoke, smiling softly.

"I cannot tell the thoughts or future of another. You know that. It's against moral code. I can, however, tell you how your day will go and therefore, you will know how the party will end."

I nodded, "okay, that sounds good." I held out my hands and she placed her cigarette on the edge of the table, taking my hands in her paws. They were soft and kind of cold. We closed our eyes.

"Kah hee mee... YEEEEEEEE" The atmosphere changed. I no longer felt like I was in her building. I kept my eyes closed.

"Yes... The stars are at their best position... The future is as clear as a glass orb... Rain.... But the rain clears... Lights and music.... Yes... Yes it's all clear now. You will have a blissful evening full of laughter but keep your wits about you. There will be tears. Not from you, but from another. That is all I can see." The atmosphere returned to normal and she released my hands. I opened my eyes.

"Thank you for seeing me today. That will be 500 bells." She explained, picking up her cigarette and taking a drag.I handed her the bells and stood up.

"Hey, Katrina. Do you want to come to the party? It would be fun!" I offered.

She smiled, "thank you, but it's not in my fortune. Furthermore, the music will cloud my third eye. So I will have to decline."

"Alright. Thanks for the fortune!" I began to head out.

"And... (Y/n)?"

"Yes?" I asked, looking at her.

"Today will be the most important day of the year. So don't act hastily. And remember that bad times... Are just times that are bad." She calmly stated before looking off in the distance. I nodded and left.

Leaving the building, I looked up at the sky."Well that just left me with more questions." I huffed. My eyes dropped from the sky toward the stairs and landed on Isabelle walking down them.

"HEY, ISABELLE!" I called out, running towards her.

She looked at me with a bright smile, "Hello, mayor! I just got done convincing Dr. Shrunk in letting us use the club!"

"How did it go?" I asked, my hands nervously fumbling with my shirt.

"It went well! He was willing to do it for a 7,000 bell rental fee and a durian!"

"Alright. When does he need the bells?"

"Oh don't worry yourself about it! I took care of it." She giggled, waving her hand.

"No, let me pay you back!" I handed 7,000 bells to her.

"No no, I won't accept your money! I was happy to do it!"

"I insist!" I assured, we went down the last step.

"I'm honestly okay! Thank y--" she wasn't able to finish her sentence when there was screaming coming from the train station. We looked at each other before I put away the bells and we ran into the station.

The train station was tense. Porter was cowering behind the lockers and Katie was against a wall, recording the middle of the room with Rosie beside her.In the middle of the room stood Redd, a gigantic smirk plastered on his face. In front of him was Tom nook, his face contorted in a scowl and his eyes held the worst anger I have ever seen. Isabelle and I looked at each other. Her face was filled with worry and fright, you could tell he wasn't used to physical confrontation. I looked at the two fighting. "Why do you even come here, Redd? What do you have to gain?" Tom said frustratingly, his voice straining a little.

Redd smiled in false innocence, "I got art to sell, Nookie! You should be able to understand that!"

"Don't call me that! You know I live here and you know what you did. Yet you still want to come to this town out of the hundreds of others!"

The kitsune shrugged, "maybe I just like watching you squirm. You are just so pathetic that it's entertaining to see you like this." Tom's fur started to stand in end.

"You better leave, Redd." The tanuki said sternly.

Redd lifted his paws, "fine! Fine! I'll leave, Nookie!" He walked over to the monkey and tapped the podium.

"I would like to go to the city." Porter nodded nervously and typed something on the podium.

"I-it will just be 30 minutes." He said nervously.

"Perfect," Redd smirked, "oh, and nook?"

Tom glared, "what?"The kitsune turned around, walking close to him.

"How does it feel to never feel the love of another? You never hooked up on your birthday, have you? Do you feel lonely at night? I hope you do, stupid cunt-- UGH!"

Next thing I knew, Redd was on the floor and Tom was hunched over with his paw out, curled in a fist.

"If I ever see you or hear from you again I will kill you." He growled, his fur ruffled. He turned around and his ears twitched at the sight of me and Isabelle.Not a word was said, me and Isabelle moved out of the doorway.

"Thank you." Tom mumbled, leaving. I tried to follow him but Isabelle touched my shoulder.

"Give him a minute alone, (y/n). Anyway, we need to file an incident report for our records."

I shook my head, "can't we look the other way? Redd isn't even a villager in this town!"

She smiled softly, "we have to file or we'll get in trouble for withholding information." I sighed, leaving with Isabelle.

The clock hand ticked ever so slowly, every click of the second hand started to tug on my hair. I needed to get this over with so I could go. The sun has all but disappeared from the windows and the light from the bulb above me seemed to grow stronger. Isabelle tapped her pen to her chin, "what time was the fight?"

"Hhmmn... About 6:12?"

The shih tzu nodded and wrote it down, "I'm sorry, (y/n). I hated that all that happened."

"I know. Tom wasn't supposed to see Redd, let alone fight with him." I rubbed my hands on my face in frustration.

She looked at me silently for a while before speaking, "mayor, if it isn't an overstep, may I ask why today has to go so perfectly? I'm sure he has had good birthdays before."

I leaned back against my chair, "well I don't know about his other birthdays. He's never really talked to me about them. But I heard he used to sleep on a stump so it obviously couldn't have been a good childhood. I don't know if he would appreciate me talking about his old life when he was in the city so I'm not going to say anymore."

She nodded, "I understand... But shouldn't it be Timmy and Tommy organizing the party? Why are you putting it on your shoulders?"

I blushed softly, "well..." I sighed, scratching a spot on the desk."I know this is probably selfish, but... I am planning to confess to him tonight. Show him how much I love him, you know? And I thought that giving him a perfect birthday and a relationship on the same night would be a good idea." There was a looming silence. I slowly raised my head and Isabelle was smiling at me.

"That sounds so romantic! I'm sure Mr. Nook will love the hard work you're putting in this party."

I smiled, "thank you, Isabelle."

She looked at the time, "oh! It's 7 O'clock! Shouldn't you be setting up?"

"Oh, right! What are we missing on the incident report?"

"Nothing. I just finished it!" She walked over to the filing cabinet and slipped the paper in.

We made our way from town hall and stopped by my house.

"You go on and see if things are alright. I'm gonna head inside and grab the decorations and cake." I said.

She nodded, "okay! See you soon!"

I entered my home and went to my dresser, taking out the decorations and noise makers and stuffing them in my bag. I walked over to where I had the cake and smiled at it. The cake was a white honey cake with hazelnut frosting. It was three tiers high with cherries around the edges and on top. I gently picked it up and made my way out the door. The cake was a little heavy but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I moved a few steps at a time toward town square. After about 15 minutes I made it up the stairs to town square. Nook Homes still had lights on so I turned around so that only my back could be seen. I silently hoped Lyle was distracting Tom. I made it down the stairs and in front of club LOL. Exhausted, I kicked the door and called out to Dr. Shrunk. When the door knob started moving I backed up so the door could get opened. Dr. Shrunk's head popped out, "Hey, (y/n)! Come in!"

I made my way inside and finally put down the cake at the bar, I made a noise of relief. Isabelle was at the stage hanging the town's birthday banner we use for villagers birthdays. I smiled and went over to her.

"Thank you so much for everything, Isabelle."

She smiled, "it's really no problem! You never ask for anything and work so hard for this town it's the least I could do."

We went around the building and decorated it with pink roses for happiness and Sakura for kindness.Then I dug the other decorations from my bag. As we placed and hung them up K.K. Slider entered the club. Isabelle gasped and started bouncing in place.

"Woah! What's all this for?" He said lazily, putting his guitar case on a chair.

"Mr. Slider!" Dr. Shrunk smiled, "today is a special day! It's a villagers birthday! And you're his favorite artist! So (y/n) and their secretary has asked for you to play at his party!" K.K. Slider looked over at me and smiled softly, doing finger guns.

"I can dig that." Isabelle fainted.

Villagers started to file in around 7:50 and everyone was settled by 8:30.

"Okay everyone!" I called out, clapping.

"It's time for me to get the birthday tanuki! When we come back I'll knock. That's your sign to be quiet!" Everyone nodded and muttered agreements.I left the building and went up the steps. Crickets chirped in harmony. The lights in nook homes was off, which I was expecting it to be. I knocked rhythmically. I heard rustling inside and then nothing. I knocked again.

"We're closed!" Tom called out from inside. I took that as my cue. I opened the door and closed it behind me. The lobby was empty. At least, it seemed that way at the door.

He made a frustrated groan from behind the halfwall, "I said we're closed!"

I took a step, "I know, but I came to see you."

"...(y/n)?" He asked softly. It sounded like he was crying.

"Tom? Are you okay?" I walked forward a little.

"NO! I-I mean... Yes I'm okay. Please.. thank you for checking on me but I'm fine." I felt myself tense as I walked over to him.

My (e/c) eyes found his blue ones. They were shimmering and sad, his tears falling just to land on his fur. His nose was twitching with every sniff. His mouth slightly open as his teeth bit his lip to try to stop crying. Tom's whole persona he always tried to keep up like a mask has disappeared. Back against the halfwall, his knees were drawn up against his belly, a small bottle of whiskey in his paw. I felt as if I got stabbed. How long has he been like this? Since the train station? I fell to my knees beside him, my hands reaching out and touching his cheek.

"(Y/n)... Please.." he moved his head from my hand.

"Tom, I'm so sorry. I tried to prevent what happened. I guess it gave him ideas..."

He shook his head, "it wasn't just Redd. I just hate my birthday. Remember how I told you I had a pretty rough childhood?"

I nodded, "yeah?" He hugged his knees, leaving the whiskey on the ground.

"My mother left me on my fourth birthday with my father. My father was distant and would not come home some nights." He sighed before continuing, "then the house got repossessed and the bastard went to live with his coworker who hated children. I guess you can guess what happened." Tom looked at the wall on the other side of the room, more tears flowing down his cheeks. I stayed quiet, moving to sit with my legs crossed.

His lip quivered, "I was homeless and the only time I saw that deadbeat was on my birthday. It never went well. In fact, one time when I was eleven, Sable threw me a party at a park. My dad showed up and tried to do unspeakable things to her. I told him I never wanted to see him again and a park ranger called the police."

He took a deep breath and reached for the whiskey, "I was alone on my birthday up until Redd. It was the first time I was in love; then I had to open my mouth and tell him I loved him. Left the next day with all the bells and the day after that was my 25 birthday. Alone, penniless, and homeless every birthday. I'm lucky I have the twins, they bake me a cake. It doesn't help the trauma and being romantically alone, you know?" I put a hand on his knee, "I could never know how much it hurts, but I understand that you must feel so helpless. I am here for you, Tom. I will be here for as long as you want me to."

His face contorted into a grimace as he began sobbing uncontrollably. He let his legs give out as he turned toward me and throw his arms around my neck. His form shaking with every gush of tears. He sobbed into my shoulder, letting go of his mask. I hugged him tightly, comforting him as best as I could. We sat there on the floor for a few minutes as he let out all his sadness and fear onto me. His sobbing decreasing and his breathing calming softly. I petted his fur comfortingly.

"Thank you, (y/n). Thank you much." He said, slowly letting go and sitting up while wiping his tears. I smiled softly.

"Of course. I care about you." I blushed, "Tom?"

He looked at me, "yes, (y/n)?" He was drying his wet fur on his sleeve.

I looked at him, "I want you to know that I care about you so much. I never want you to feel alone again. I want to be the soul you can trust with everything. I want to be your partner in life. What I'm saying is..." I rubbed the back of my neck, getting scared. His cheeks started to flush through the fur. I looked down at the floor.

"What I'm saying is that I love you, Tom Nook. I want to be with you always. You don't have to say yes. If... If you don't feel the same way that is alright, no hard feelings. We could go back to being friends with no awkwardness. I-I... "

He lifted my chin and kissed me softly. His fur gently tickling around my lips and nose. The kiss was warm and soft and so full of love. I sighed in happiness, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and closing my eyes. He placed his paws on my hips and deepened the kiss. It was so wonderful that I never wanted to leave it. He stopped and looked in my eyes.

"I love you too, (y/n). It means so much that you would love someone like me. This is the best birthday ever."

My eyes lit up, "OH RIGHT! I forgot! You're birthday isn't over just yet!" I smiled and stood up, pulling him up by the paws."Where are you taking me?" He chuckled.

"I heard there was a birthday sale at club LOL. Let's see what Dr. Shrunk has at his bar!" I led him from nook homes to the club and knocked on the door three times.

"Why are you knocking? Isn't it open by now?" Tom asked, curious.

"Yes but I'm just making sure everything's decent in there."

"What?" He laughed.I opened the door and the club was pitch black. We entered and Tom made a comment about the darkness. I turned on the lights.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Everyone screamed, pulling confetti wands and blowing noise makers. Tom screamed and backed up at the sudden surprise. After he saw what was going on he laughed heartily. Then the laughter turned to tears.

"Y-you guys! This is so awesome! Yes yes!" He said through sobs. Timmy and Tommy ran up to Tom with a drawing. It was a childish painting of Tom and the twins on top of a mountain of bells.

"Mr. Nook! We drew you a picture of you and us for your birthday!" Tommy said cheerfully.

"I drew the bells!" Timmy added. Tom smiled and hugged the twins tightly, tears flowing.

"Thank you much, boys. Did you two plan this?"

They shook their heads, "nuh-uh! (Y/n) did! They invited everyone and had this club rented and even made you a cake! ...yes yes!"

Tom turned to look at you and smiled, "thank you so much, (y/n)."

Timmy spoke up, "ooh ooh! That's not all! K.K Slider is here!" Tom's eyes went wide, he looked at Timmy and then the stage. Everyone moved out of the way and Slider was sitting on a stool on the stage. K.K. smiled and held out his paw to motion toward Tom.

"Let's all give a groovy howl to the birthday boy!" He said. Collectively, everyone gave a howl and clapped for Tom. His whole face turned red and I was afraid he was going to faint with the excitement. Tom nook requested a song and everyone talked and laughed and congratulated him on his birthday. Blathers got Tom a surgeonfish plushie, sable sewn him a sweater vest that had his leaf logo on it, Brewster gave him a coffee mug, Isabelle gave a porcelain cherry decoration. I gave him (gift you would give Tom).The night ended with multiple drunk villagers stumbling out the door and Dr. Shrunk asking me to come in tomorrow to clean.

Not to mention the multiple kisses Tom nook and I shared in the corner of the club.

AFTER THOUGHT:

I just realized I forgot to explain the letter Tom got. Oh well! If you want to know what it said comment a question.

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You and Me..

Chapter 2

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** This chapter is pretty light. Mentions of death of characters parents, Jensen is a little bit of an ass, language, that’s pretty much it.

Word Count: 2057

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader, Jared x reader, OFC Steve x Reader, OFC Justin x Reader.

A/N: When I originally wrote this chapter I didn’t even know who Steve Carlson was, so the Steve in this story isn’t him lol. Oddly enough I wrote this before I even really knew he was making an album lol. Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. After this chapter things tend to start to pick up a little.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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You woke up, much like you do every morning, with the alarm clock going off obnoxiously on your bedside table. Mornings were never your thing, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves. You rub your face hard, trying to force your eyes to focus, and your body to stay awake even though it was putting up one hell of a fight. It wants sleep, and you so desperately want to give it just that.

Finally, after about 15 minutes you roll yourself over and stand up next to the bed, looking around your messy room. You had just moved back to Austin not all that long ago. You had always lived in Texas in one place or another, but just one family vacation to Austin when you were a teenager and you were in love with the city. So as soon as you graduated high school you wasted no time in putting your application in for the University of Texas.

Much to your surprise, and a few others, you were accepted. You had wanted to major in either writing or music. Everything went great for about the first semester. Your grades were good. You worked nights at a local bar, much like a lot of your classmates, and spent your days in classes. You had new made friends, and you were finally starting to get your foothold in life. Well, that's what you thought anyway.

At the end of your first semester of college, your mother was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. When your family called you moved back to your home town, dropping everything to be with your family. Your mother and you were very close. There was no way you were going to stay away while she fights this demon that they call cancer.

It was a long fight. Over and over again she defied the odds of the doctors and everyone around her. Still, after a long five-year battle she lost her fight with the disease. Once the funeral was over you knew it was way too late to go back to college. You had taken some online courses though, and gotten your degree in creative writing while you were at home taking care of your mother.

You and your father had never really gotten along, so staying home wasn't going to be an option. With all that in mind, you did the only thing you knew to do. You made the move back to Austin in the same month as your mother's funeral. Your father had over the years fallen into alcoholism. He'd always fought it, but after your mother's death, it only got the best of him. You weren’t going to stick around and watch him destroy himself.

Last year he straightened out a curve on the way home. He never survived the crash. Your brother had him cremated. He didn't even bother calling you, and telling you till it was all over. Your brother wasn't happy about you leaving home. He blamed you for your dad's struggle with the bottle after mom died, but that wasn't your fault. You didn't put a funnel in his mouth and make him drink. No one twisted his arm. He did it all on his own.

For the past three years, you had been renting an apartment in downtown Austin. It was a small, just a studio apartment, but it was all you needed. You had also landed a job at a small recording stupid in Austin. Even though you loved writing, and still did it on the side, you hadn't gotten your break yet. Music was your passion. It was what got you up in the morning, and helped you make it through the day. It was your therapy. Your outlet. Your escape from this shit existence that was your life.

You had slowly worked your way up In the studio. Starting with getting coffee, and cleaning behind the artist that came in to record. It didn't take long for Steve, your boss, to see that you had a good ear for music. He put you helping in the recording booth not long after you started.

Today you were informed that there would be a new local artist coming in to start his recording process and you were put on his beat. They didn't tell you his name, but they did say that you would probably recognize him. Even though he was local, he was famous, but they didn’t tell you who he was in order to keep rumors down the only one who knew who was coming was Steve. They made you swear not to tell anyone that he was recording, telling you that he wanted it to stay a secret until the album was done. That's why he chose a local recording studio instead of some big one in California.

As you walked to the studio this morning your nerves were vibrating. Justin, another sound tech that would be working with you today, greeted you at the door.

"You ready Y/N?" he asked, greeting you with a smile over his shoulder.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you tell him, putting your purse under the counter in the lockbox you all used and turning your phone on silent. No outside noises were ever allowed in the studio.

"Well I hate to put more on us than we already got, but there are two things you need to know before the artist gets here today. First, Jennifer, the girl that normally does the coffee, drinks, and whatever else the artist needs isn't going to be here today, her son has strep. Second, Steve will also be sitting in on today's session," he said, looking at you apologetically.

You hated working with Steve. He was such a jerk when it came to recording time. He wanted everything done too quickly. Always in a rush to make a deadline instead of taking his time, and getting the best recording.

Jennifer being gone, and two other guys in the sound room with you means that you will most likely be stuck on snake detail for this artist, and whatever bunch of groupies he's bringing with him all day.

"Lovely,” you said with a sarcastic eye roll. Justin continued to look at you apologetically.

“It's cool, let's just get this started. I'll get the recording room ready. How many are in his party today?" you asked, waiting for the answer that you dreaded the most.

"Only one other guy will be coming with him today from what I understand. Today is gonna be a lot of met and discuss. From what I understand there will be a guest singing on this album too. So it's probably a good thing Steve's gonna be here. If this guy is a prick then Steve can handle him."

Justin's attitude toward the whole situation cracked you up. Apparently, he was just as excited about this as you were.

You walk into the recording room and begin to sit out beers, whiskey, water, and even start the coffee pot going in the break room. You walk back in the recording room and start sitting out shot glasses and other things when you heard voices coming your way. You look up in time to meet a pair of deep emerald green eyes staring back at you.

Your breath catches in your throat as you look around the room at all the men.

"I'm the only chick, great," you think to yourself, but there was something about the smirk on the man's face standing in front of you with the emerald green eyes that made your stomach do flips with a feeling you've never felt before.

He smiled at you and It nearly knocked you off your feet. Damn, this guy is gorgeous. That's when Steve decided to speak up.

"Y/N, this is Mr. Jensen Ackles, and his friend, Jared. Mr. Ackles has graciously chosen our stupid to record his debut album," Steve says, moving to stand beside Jensen.

You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor as you take in the two actors standing in front of you. You had been a fan of Supernatural for years.

You nod at the two men. "It's nice to meet," you say, and they both smile back at you. Neither spoke, which you found odd. When you watched the con videos online they seemed so friendly.

"The room is ready, Steve," you tell your boss, then quickly as you can scamper into the sound room with Justin to wait for them to get started.

You didn't really need to know what all they were doing. You just needed to make sure that whatever they were doing sounded good on tape.

"You alright Y/N?" Justin asks as you sit down in the chair with a huff.

"Yeah, That's Jensen freaking Ackles. I'm going to be working with Jensen freaking Ackles," you say in a state of shock.

"Easy girl, you know celebrities don't like to be fangirled all over," Justin says with a chuckle as he fires up the equipment and computers.

"I'm a professional Justin. I'm not going to fangirl all over anyone," you tell him with an eye roll.

You watch as the men stand there and talk, pointing to different things. Steve getting Jensen ready to get started.

After a few hours of recording, and some drinks later Jensen, as well as Steve and Jared, had loosened up a little. Jared was in the sound room with you guys watching his best friend work. He was easy to talk to. During a break in recording while you were downloading the song he just recorded into the computer, Jared had been showing you pictures of his kids. He'd been cracking you all up with stories for the past hour.

"See this is Tom, trying to prank his little brother with a whip cream pie," he said, leaning over to you, showing you the video. That's when the two of you heard Jensen’s deep voice boom over the monitors.

"Hey, Steve, tell your girl in there to stop flirting with a married man, and go bring me some fucking coffee."

The whole room turned to look at you. Jensen was still sitting in the recording room with a guitar in his lap, giving you a cold stare through the thick glass. The comment stung. You weren't his damn maid, and you weren't flirting with a married man. Steve gave you an apologetic look. You knew you had to play along. Jensen was paying them a lot of money. So if he wanted you to shine his shoes while he sang you had to do it.

"Right away Mr. Ackles," Steve said, giving you a look that screamed, “I'm sorry.”

Jared was giving his friend a death glare that Jensen didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t care.

"I'm sorry Y/N, he's just been a little on edge lately. That's not normally Jensen," Jared apologizing for his friend as you stand to go get his coffee for him.

"It's fine," was all you can say.

In truth though, you felt like he'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Not to mention humiliated you in front of your boss and coworker. You fought back tears as you poured his coffee and entered the recording room.

You handed him his coffee, not even looking at him. He snatched it out of your hand, not even looking at you or saying thank you. You thought you had a crush on this guy. Turns out he's an ass hole like every other celebrity and artist you'd ever meet. Just another cocky dick that thought his shit didn’t stink.

Watching him on Supernatural and Smallville had gotten you through some really hard times in your life. You would have never thought he’d have done anything like he just did to you. You always pictured him as such a nice, genuine guy. Man, were you ever wrong.

You made your way from the recording room to the front where you kept your purse under the counter and shot Steve a text that said you weren’t feeling good, and you had to go home. Which wasn’t totally a lie, because your heart was broken, and you couldn’t stop the wave of tears that were streaming down your face.

You didn’t know why that one man’s opinion had hurt so much. You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, but as you fell back through the doors of the apartment you felt like your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.

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Chapter 7: I want you to be mine

*cover picture by Dai (bookscorpion)

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Kiyan (The Witcher) / Adrien (The Witcher)

Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher), Adrien (The Witcher), Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s) of Color, Joël (The Witcher), Guxart (The Witcher), Ireneus var Steingard, Original Female Character(s), Sigismund Gloger (The Witcher), Gottfried Oss (The Witcher), Marco Gedl (The Witcher), Michelle Sabina Ruxer (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Bisexual Kiyan, Unbury The Gays, saving Kiyan, Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher), Witcher Senses, Racism, Canon-Typical Violence, Sexual Tension, Murder Husbands, Cat School (The Witcher), The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Demonic Possession, Rare Pairings, Rare Characters, Just two growly tops, Possessive Behavior, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Get Together, Main Character(s) of Color, Est Tayiar, Oxenfurt Academy (The Witcher), Based on Scavenger Hunt: Cat School Gear quest, game canon mostly, Swordfighting, The Witcher Lore, Developing Relationship, stubborn idiots to lovers, Emotional Slow Burn, assholes in love

Chapter 7: “I want you to be mine “ summary:

Kiyan wasn’t even going to try to make contact with the older members of the expedition. Gloger had made it clear during their first meeting that he considered the witcher a subordinate. Therefore, Kiyan left the professors to Adrien without regret. Especially since he had an eye on a much easier and more willing target to conduct his investigation.

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The feast was in full swing when Kiyan decided to go downstairs to the main hall. He had no elegant clothes, but there was no way he would dress up in what the majordomo had brought for him at the behest of the prince. Aside from the fact that he would have looked silly in it, the doublet would have severely restricted his movements, and Kiyan couldn't imagine fighting in it. He didn’t expect any complications at the feast that would require him to use force, but life had taught him that it was better to always be ready than to expose yourself once and then regret it greatly.

So he chose an intermediate solution - he put on a clean, loose white shirt, which he tucked into the elegant pants that matched the doublet. He even took the time to polish his shoes. He chose to leave the swords locked in a chest in his room. However, he took with him a dagger attached to his belt, as it was impossible for him to remain completely unarmed. It was just against his nature. Either way, it was still too simple and modest attire for a feast in a prince's castle, but it was neat and certainly shouldn't offend anyone. Not that he cared about what people, especially the nobility, thought of him, but he didn't want to cause a sensation. He was going to be inconspicuous, because while he was going to have fun tonight, he was mostly going to the party to do some research. And infiltration required discretion.

The witcher stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around the room. In addition to the members of the expedition, there were other scholars and artists, a band of musicians who played cheerful tunes, and about a dozen courtesans. Not the rough dockside women Kiyan was friendly with in most cities, but elegant and beautiful women who differed from noblewomen only in that their necklines were a little too deep to be respectable in high society.

When Kiyan saw Adrien, he allowed himself to pause completely for a moment, enjoying the sight of the prince in his festive Ofieri robe the color of old gold. On his shoulder he wore a cape in the same color with a royal red lining. The rich colors brought out the warm tone of his skin. His long black wavy hair, which he usually wore tied back, was loose around his shoulders, and Adrien looked simply dashing. There was no one in this room who could match him in terms of appearance. And as if that wasn’t enough, the bloody bastard wore this look as if it cost him nothing, as if he woke up like this.

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Chapter 7: I want you to be mine

*cover picture by Dai (bookscorpion)

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Kiyan (The Witcher) / Adrien (The Witcher)

Chapter 7: “I want you to be mine “ summary:

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The feast was in full swing when Kiyan decided to go downstairs to the main hall. He had no elegant clothes, but there was no way he would dress up in what the majordomo had brought for him at the behest of the prince. Aside from the fact that he would have looked silly in it, the doublet would have severely restricted his movements, and Kiyan couldn’t imagine fighting in it. He didn’t expect any complications at the feast that would require him to use force, but life had taught him that it was better to always be ready than to expose yourself once and then regret it greatly.

So he chose an intermediate solution - he put on a clean, loose white shirt, which he tucked into the elegant pants that matched the doublet. He even took the time to polish his shoes. He chose to leave the swords locked in a chest in his room. However, he took with him a dagger attached to his belt, as it was impossible for him to remain completely unarmed. It was just against his nature. Either way, it was still too simple and modest attire for a feast in a prince’s castle, but it was neat and certainly shouldn’t offend anyone. Not that he cared about what people, especially the nobility, thought of him, but he didn’t want to cause a sensation. He was going to be inconspicuous, because while he was going to have fun tonight, he was mostly going to the party to do some research. And infiltration required discretion.

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Broken Pieces||Chapter 7||

Tag list: @stilinskis-banshee , @captainreid , @ultrarebelheart , @cynbx

General TW for this chapter: Omitted threats of violence, stalking.

Chapter 1||Chapter 2||Chapter 3||Chapter 4||Chapter 5|| Chapter 6||

Voices woke you. You could tell they were trying to be hush but whatever they were talking about was agitating as their voices rose. As you rubbed your eyes and tip-toed to the door of your room, trying to get an understanding of the conversation.

“I’m sorry I just don’t think it’s healthy for you to be here, and to continue being with her. I mean we didn’t even know you were still together for-”

“Emily, I’m sorry but you don’t really know what you’re talking about, do you?” The venom in Spencer’s voice made even you recoil.

Emily scoffed and you could imagine the offended look on her face. You felt like you were going to vomit. You were doing your best to support and take care of Spencer and somehow that wasn’t enough to show your devotion?

“I’m just trying to look out for you, Spencer.” Her voice lowered, taking a sympathetic tone.

“Emily, I really think you need to leave.” You couldn’t stop yourself as you stepped out of your room, into view.

Spencer nodded, taking hold of the door, ready to close it. “I appreciate your concern, but Y/N and I are fine. We are more than fine, we are great and I don’t know where I would be right now if it weren’t for them.” With that, he shut the door in her face.

You looked at each other for a moment before you met him with an embrace. You couldn’t even fathom leaving him now, of all times. You couldn’t imagine what Emily was thinking. Of course, she saw the accident. She didn’t see you taking care of Spencer, She didn’t see the kisses you shared or the way you found yourself looking at him in your idle time.

“I love you so much.” You mumbled into his neck, giving sweet little pecks in the curve of it.

He hummed softly, leaning into your kisses. “I love you, too. Forget about that, okay? We’re fine. You are, uhm, absolutely the best thing in my life right now.”

You felt yourself smile, looking up to see his eyes darting around as a blush bloomed across his cheeks.

“Like-wise.” You giggled, kissing his nose playfully, earning a smile from Spencer.

The next few days were easy going, for the most part. Your days were spent finding new distractions, new coping mechanisms. You both spent time on the floor of the living room, books splayed all around your bodies as you took turns reading to each other. You usually picked fiction and technical books on ecology or zoology. Spencer liked to read poetry and biographies to you. Nights were spent holding each-other and even making love a few times.

You had brought up the idea of Spencer just talking to you, venting, telling you why he felt the need to use and what started it all, but he brushed the suggestion off. It was frustrating and things came to a head as you were preparing dinner one night. He had been moody all day, refusing to take part in the usual readings you both did and going so far as to tell you to read to yourself when you tried reading his favorite poem back to him.

You watched him sulking on the couch as you tried to figure something out. You don’t really know why but you found yourself staring at a glass plate that sat drying on the counter. You were waiting for the water to boil on the stove so you could make pasta so you thought you had some time to kill.

“Here goes nothing…” You muttered to yourself, lifting the plate before smashing it on the ground. You picked up a mug when Spencer rushed to take it from you.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” He cried out, gingerly putting the mug back on the counter. He carefully started to lift the glass pieces off the ground.

You growled, taking another glass plate and smashing it on the ground, safely away from where Spencer was crouched.

“Oh my god, what is…?” He stood, looking into your eyes.

“You’ve been sulking all fucking day, Spencer.” You balled your fist at your side, leaning towards him. “It’s frustrating!! You won’t even try to talk to me!”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. “I just- I don’t want to, okay?”

“You’re going to have to for this relationship to work, Spencer! How can I help if I know nothing about your situation? You basically spent months ignoring my existence and I don’t deserve to know why?” You were surprised to find your rage actually building. This was originally supposed to fake, something to pry words from Spencer. It felt good. The pressure that had been placed on your shoulders to be perfectly empathetic only to Spencer’s emotions and not your own lifting slightly.

“I was kidnapped and he shot me up with Dilaudid to keep me complicit, okay!? Is that what you wanted?” His voice rose, his eyes full of a new fire as he looked into yours.

You recoiled, looking down at your feet before furrowing your brows and glaring back at his face. “Yes! That’s such an important fucking thing and you didn’t even think to tell me?! You know how worried I am every time you leave for a case. I deserved to know that! I could have helped you...I wouldn’t have had to be in the hospital before if you had just told me.”

It was Spencer’s turn to recoil, his face softening. You had expected him to continue yelling but instead, he just wrapped his arms around you. You were so stunned you couldn’t manage to return the gesture.

“I know...and...and you did deserve to know. I was just so ashamed...I was so scared you would leave me so I tried to leave first...but I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought it would be better if I just stopped talking to you so you could make the decision yourself.” He pressed a kiss into your hair. “The last thing I expected was for you to stay. I’ll work to make it up to you, even if it means talking about my feelings.” He sighed softly.

You were still in a sort of state of shock. You’d become used to caring for him and you didn’t realize how badly you needed to hear these words. You wanted him to tell you that you deserved better, that he truly cared. You didn’t need him to make up for it, you just needed him to love you like he used to.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his chest. “So, what’s bothering you today?”

You felt his shoulder lift and fall in a shrug. “I just...I’m craving and it’s frustrating. It’s been fine for the past few days, the distractions and everything working. Today I guess I just...wanted to...wallow.” He looked away, shame in his features.

You understood. Some days you let your depression and anxiety rule you so much you wouldn’t leave the bed. You knew what you needed to do to get better but just refused to do it. You nodded, reaching up to play with a lock of his hair.

“I know how that can be...There will be days like that, but know I will be there by your side to push you through them, okay?”

He studied your face before smiling lovingly down at you. The way he looked in that moment made butterflies stir in the pit of your stomach. You had to remember to breathe as he pressed his lips to yours. As he pressed your body against the counter behind you, you heard the sizzling of water hitting the hot stove as it boiled over.

You both blushed, chuckling while righting yourselves. “Oh, yeah. Dinner…” You mumbled, carrying on the preparations.

You chatted idly while eating, and you even chose to snap a picture of the pasta aglio e olio and posting it to your private Instagram. You had a business Instagram for your art strictly, and a private insta for friends and family. Of course, you took the picture when Spencer wasn’t looking. He would probably judge you for doing it.

That night you made love before drifting off into a peaceful sleep. You had plans with Penelope yesterday and while you were sleeping, Emily sent a text to apologize for her actions. Everything felt like it was going to be okay for the first time in a while. You were ignorant to think that. While you slept peacefully, seemingly safely in Spencer’s arms, something you should have feared was underway.

It had been a month since the night you broke the glass on the kitchen floor. A month after Emily apologized, which turned into a close friendship. Spencer had gone back to work and was without incident. He talked about his feelings more and made sure to tell you when he was craving. It was roughest after he had to go back to living in his apartment. Things were now looking up, though. He hadn’t mentioned craving in 5 days and had stayed the night since the team had a few days off(Hopefully.)

“Oh, You got mail. I put it on the kitchen table.” Spencer let you know, sitting down amongst the piles of books on your living room floor.

“Thanks, babe.” You loved getting mail, usually from an elderly person hoping to commission you or an artistic fan who felt like a letter would grab your attention.

As your eyes scanned the writing and the other contents of the letter, you felt ice cold fear wrap it’s snake-like body around your heart and slink up your spine. The words were sick and violent, pictures of you included in the envelope. You stood frozen, unsure what to do in this moment. Spencer was going through a huge transition in his life and he seemed to be doing so well. Did the team need something like this? Surely this was just a harmless troll.

Spencer was absorbed in a book but after a few moments of peeking back forth between you and the pages, he decided to speak up “Love, are you okay?”

You jumped slightly but nodded your head, turning towards him. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just someone asking for a commission. Elderly people like to send letters rather than email usually.” You shrugged, stuffing the pictures and letter back in the envelope. You scurried back to your room, stuffing the envelope into your the top drawer of your dresser. You checked your phone, finally deciding to check your email.

You felt your stomach lurch and your hands start to shake with anxiety when you saw at least 15 emails, all violent and disgusting like the letter. All sent from different emails, which you blocked. From what you read they all seemed to be written by the same person. Within a few seconds, you crashed into your bathroom, hunching over the toilet to wretch the contents of your stomach up.

Spencer was by your side in a moment, but you were far gone from your body. You felt detached, trying to calm yourself. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening to you of all people.

After you felt more within your body you waved Spencer off, following him into the living room where he ordered pizza and grabbed his favorite poetry book to read to you. You laid your head in his lap, watching his Adam's apple bob and the expressions he made while he read.

This was how it was supposed to be, and no one was going to ruin it. You were safe. It’s just a troll. You were safe. Were safe. Were.

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