#even say anything or care when i sent her some graphics i made for her bday

[secret-sturniolo]

scars to your beautiful - matt sturniolo

summary - When Matt has a sinking feeling about y/n, he takes matters into his own hands to make sure she is okay.

warnings - discussions of self harm, eating disorders, body image (no super graphic details)

a/n - this is based off of some of my own experiences and mental health issues. there will be no graphic imagery or details, but please do not read or interact if this will be a trigger for you.

Matt's POV

I had been asking our friend y/n to hang out with us for weeks now, and in that time my brothers and I had only seen her a handful of times. This was extremely out of character for the bubbly, out going girl that we knew. I had brought this up with Chris and Nick, but they figured that she just needed some space. While that may be true, I still had a bad feeling about y/n that I couldn't shake. I finally decided to call her.

Y/n's POV

I had been holed up in my room for the past few weeks, just idly scrolling through pictures of skinny, beautiful girls on Instagram. I had hit an all time low. Baggy clothes covered my shrinking frame and my red striped arms. It had been days since I had something proper to eat, and my body was feeling the effects. Even though I was so dizzy I could barely stand up, I repeated the mantra in my head. Beauty is pain, beauty is pain. And I would do anything to be pretty. I was past the point of feeling sadness. I was completely devoid of feelings, numb to the world, including my best friends. I knew they were probably worried about me, but I didn't care. I was too focused on the pictures and the razors. In the darkness, my phone screen lit up with Matt's contact.

A facetime call, dammit. I couldn't let Matt see me like this, so ignored the call and just let it ring, not worried about the possible consequences.

y/n, i'm worried about you. please call me. 7:45pm

I stared at the screen, my fingers frozen. Guilt washes over me as I realized how worried Matt was. More thoughts come flooding in.

You have to be pretty for Matt

He'll never like you if you look like that

I toss my phone aside not noticing my new notification, mind made up about what I was going to do next as I walk to my bathroom.

if you don't answer me, im coming over 7:57pm

alright, im coming over. be there in 5 8:00pm

Matt's POV

"Damn it!" I say out loud after there is no answer. I sent her a text, hoping she would call me back. When she didn't respond, I sent a few more messages, silently begging her to respond. Still nothing. My stomach was in knots as I walked out of my room to the living room where Nick and Chris were watching a movie.

"I'm going to y/n's place. Something's wrong, I know it." I say in a panic.

"Woah, Matt, hold on. Did you try calling her?" Nick asks me.

"Yeah, and I sent her texts and shes not responding. It's not like her, Nick."

"Do you want us to come with?" Chris asks me.

"No, I think it's better if I just go," I say, grabbing my keys. "I don't know when I'll be back but I'll let you know."

The drive to y/n's apartment is short as she only lives a few blocks away from our place. I find her spare key from my keychain and unlock the door.

"Y/n?" I yell, with no response.

Wasting no time, I walk towards her bedroom. The room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the bathroom creeping under the door. As I get closer to the door, I could hear faint crying. I say her name again, knocking softly on the door.

"Y/n, its Matt. I'm coming in."

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the bathroom door. She was sitting on the floor, back against the wall with a sharp object in her hand. I took in the red on her arms, the arms that looked smaller than I remembered, and the pill bottle in her other hand. Her eyes were dark and sunken in, she looked so sick and fragile.

Where do I even start? I thought.

Y/n's POV

I had no idea anybody was even here until the bathroom door opened, and I saw Matt standing there. His face was filled with worry as he took everything in. I burst into tears, finally feeling everything at once. Without saying anything, he moved to sit down on the floor next to me, pulling me into his chest. I breathed in the scent of his cologne as I tried to match his breathing, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I had no idea..."

"You weren't supposed to know, Matt!" I sob. He lets me cry into his arms for a few more minutes before speaking again.

"Y/n, you need to tell me what's going on. Have you been eating?" he says gently but sternly.

I buried my face in my hands. "Matt, I can't tell you!"

"You know you can tell me anything, y/n. Talk to me, please." he pleads.

I broke down and told him everything.

"I don't know what to do, Matt! I can't stop. It just feels so right!"

"But why, y/n? Why did this start, did something happen?" He looks into my eyes.

"I just want to be pretty for you, Matt!" I sob.

He pauses. "For me? Y/n, I've always thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. You shouldn't change yourself for anyone, especially not for me."

"Can you help me Matt? Like, help me get better?" I ask him genuinely.

"Of course, y/n I will always be here for you." he says. "I want to get you cleaned up, do you have a first aid kit anywhere?"

"There should be one in that drawer." I point with a sniffle.

I watch as Matt gently cleans and bandages my wounds. As he finished up, I grabbed his hand.

"Matt?"

"Hm?"

"I - I love you." I stutter out.

His lips form a smile. "I love you too, y/n. So much."

We both lean in for a quick but passionate kiss, not wanting to go overboard in this moment.

"Can we go to bed?" I ask him.

"Of course, let me text Nick and Chris so they don't worry."

He sends a quick text to his brothers saying he's spending the night at my place, and then helps me up off the ground, carrying me to my bed. He slides his hoodie and shirt off before climbing under the covers with me. I lay my head on his chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing. He must have sensed my anxiety.

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen between you and I, I promise it's all for the better. Just go to sleep, and we can talk in the morning." He places a gentle kiss on my head.

God, it's like he can read my mind I thought to myself. I trusted his words, and for the first time in a long time, I finally felt safe.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #angst #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #imagine #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader

[trickscourse]

Are you okay?

No, not really ngl.

Two extremely hypocritical people ( @redtailfatfish & @transfemmes ) have been riding my ass based on lies for the past few days, I had to cut off a longterm friend of 6+ years because she used me as a figurehead to harass people and someone who is a more obsessive freak than I could've imagined is trying to convince a majority of my friends, mutuals and my side of tungle I blamed them for their CSA while under the same breath they've mocked mine, repeatedly.

Someone, probably Jack has been roleplaying as me to get people to purposely break my boundaries so almost everyone in their circle can do. something. I don't know. I'm so anal or paranoid about people screenshotting me because people on here have put my face onto CP before, or edited my skin white or just edited my messages to say the most vile shit possible.

I've been saying this for weeks. I don't care about Jack, I barely know Jack. I may not like her but I wouldn't go out of my way to mock her trauma or blame her for it, something she can't do to me apparently. In the messages sent, I wasn't sure if the entire situation was true and Jack phrased it as if she was blaming herself if anything.

All I heard was that Jack lied about her teacher committing suicide, nothing about her being in any sort of inappropriate relationship with him. On my end, I thought it was a crush and a kid during 2016 being overdramatic.

Nobody said at any point she was in the wrong for being abused, nobody knew it was abuse because of the minimal information we had about anything involving it and the conversation moved on later on to something else.

All the information we had was that one person said she had a crush on he teacher and she used to write fanfic about him. Most kids have crushes on their teachers, at least I and a few friends did growing up. Since everyone was 15-16 around that time we mostly didn't know what grooming was, and we only knew one part of the story from someone else Jack tormented and hurt badly.

Never, ever would I blame a victim for being abused by someone who holds power over them when I'm a victim of CSA myself and have attempted to get a profession that stops predators from continuing to hurt others.

I've been running away from two different stalkers for the past maybe 6 years and nobody takes them seriously for one reason or another or they outright dismiss all of my trauma with them because of one reason or another. Mostly it's just personal bias.

This entire time I've been begging Sunny and Jack to respect my boundaries (not talking about me, taking screenshots or mentioning my family) and to just leave me alone.

If Jack wants to lie and ignore the fact she spammed my friends (I have no access to the blog and it blocked it from my main, @haupkmn and they will occasionally reblog things from me that I can't see in my notifications) with very, very graphic self harm pics and dozens of threats about my family.

By no means do I want to "silence" anyone nor do I think "doxxing" Jack was right. It wasn't right of me to ask someone else in the chat for any information on how to get a restraining order, even with public information.

By some means or another I thought it was "even ground" since she's admitted to downloading videos of me trying to find where I work, after shes contacted two of my jobs already to harass them and lie about me.

I want a restraining order or a non-contact order. I want her AWAY from me. I want Sunny, who keeps joking about the accident that forced me into a wheelchair for life and made DISGUSTING comments about the woman who raised me who's sexually abused to stop talking about me.

Even when all of this that's happened, I will still repeat again and again that I'm in the wrong and my actions weren't okay. I never said they were and I'm not proud of them, even with Jack manipulating the situation to her advantage for pity points when there's several screenshots of her admitting to getting my family's contact info via a third party and mailing things to them.

I'm asking to be left alone because my sibling figure got dragged into this, and people are going out of their way to harass my IRL friends and family. Tbh I doubt anyone's going to read this and will just say "wow that's crazy" or accuse me of yapping but. I'm not innocent. Please leave me alone.

#text post #cuppytowncity #haupkmn #tricksterexe

[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - chapter 6

Summary: The vacation is over and Y/N heads back to Vancouver with Jensen. However, one of the Ackles has made it their mission to have Y/N come back, and some talks lead to some secrets unraveling, despite Y/N not wating to get attached...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 5,800 and some change

Warnings: Kids are too adorable for their own good, mentions of abuse (not graphic by any means but SKIP IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU), hints of depression, Jensen is a sweetheart

A/N: This one has all the feels!

Your stay at the Ackles had come to an end. You would definitely lie if you said you didn't enjoy the time you spent here. Even though your nightmares didn't give you much rest, being around kids reminded you of the fact that there's still some kind souls that will love you just for who you are and won't ask anything in return for their love. Even though you will probably not be as lucky to meet someone your age with a soul as kind as theirs, it still warmed your heart. This world needs more souls as kind as theirs and you hope life will be good to them.

It hurt you to know that you probably won't be coming back. You were getting attached, and you didn't like it. You had to put an end to it. It might trigger a shit show but you can't get attached to a family. A perfectly normal family like this one doesn't need a fuck-up like you closer than arms length. No family should have anything to do with you. You were better off on your own. With nobody breathing on your neck and the freedom to do whatever you want. Having Jensen's household in peace without you is the card you wanted to play. JJ didn't like you from the very beginning and you didn't want to get in her personal space. You never found out if her strange behavior is related to bullies, as she never said anything after numerous of talks she had with both Jensen and Danneel. Even Jared tried to approach her, but she didn't crack. You sincerely hoped she was telling the truth and she didn't have a bully or two up her ass.

And this weird feeling you started developing few days before you flew to Austin for fall break, it never washed off. You thought it must have been your nerves dancing around since you're going to stay at someone else's home and you didn't want to invade their personal space. But even after coming and settling, the feeling didn't go away. It sent you spiraling down the rabbit hole, the one you're still trying to climb out of. And just when you took some small steps, the nightmares mixed with this terrible feeling in your gut set you further back. You felt like something really bad was going to happen, and you kept praying that whatever it is, walks around Jensen and his family.

You got attached.

And you didn't like it.

To say that Zeppelin was sad the entire last day of your stay was a vast understatement. He clung to you like a koala, the girls doing the same thing to Jensen.

Danneel was giggling as she found Zeppelin hanging over your neck while you were cleaning the table after breakfast,

"What's the matter, buddy? Are you gonna miss Y/N?" she asked, coming up to take him off your back. He nod, looking at his mom but not letting go of you,

"I want her to stay forever. Can she stay forever?"

"If I'm asked, she can. But that's her decision to make, honey," Danneel reminded him.

His question took you by surprise for a moment.

Why would he want you to stay? He's been asking for you to stay ever since you came here. What is it that he sees in you that's so worth of your stay? Even better, that is so worth of his love? You understood children are innocent. They don't see the way you hurt, the way you hide things, the shattered heart you hide behind great walls of defense, battered and barely holding together by now. You understood that children were just too innocent for this world, but what will always take you back is how much they didn't care.

They didn't care if you're happy, sad, tall, short, they don't care about the color of your skin, about where you're coming from, about what's your opinion on any topic ever. All they cared about is if you're wanting to spend time with them doing silly things and laughing your ass off. Sometimes they'd need some consoling as well. And if you can do all of the above for them, in return they'd give you all their love and their little hearts. Their world is so simple. Loving and simple.

"Can you stay forever, Y/N? You heard mommy, she said yes! And daddy will say yes too!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face, making you smile as well,

"You really want me to stay forever?" he nod, happiness seeping out of his eyes, "I'll stay in your heart forever. That sounds good? And, I'll stay your best friend forever. So, when you wanna talk about whatever, you can ask your mom to call me. I'll talk to you whenever I get the chance to."

"But I want you to be here too," he said, "I like it how you sing and make up all those weird voices and names!"

"I don't sing good at all, bubba," you giggled, "But I can teach you how to make those weird voices sometime. Now, how about we go check on our Dino park we made the other day when I finish up here?" you asked, Zeppelin nodding,

"Go, have fun. I'll finish it up," Danneel said, approaching to take the plates from your hands,

"Sorry," you said, Danneel rolling her eyes,

"Girl, please. Shoo or I make you," she teased, making Zeppelin giggle,

"Mommy you aren't scary," he said, "You can't be scary."

"Oh mommy can be very scary in certain situations," Jensen said, entering the room and winking. You rolled your eyes,

"Dude, we didn't need that information. Like, at all."

"I'm kidding," he giggled, "Or maybe I'm not..." he smirked, nudging you playfully, "What are you guys up to?"

"We gonna see the Dino park!" Zeppelin exclaimed,

"Oh, the one you built a few days back?" he nod, "That's cool! Make sure to feed all the dinosaurs, buddy."

"Daddy, can Y/N stay forever?" Zeppelin asked,

"Of course she can!" he exclaimed, "But making her to stay is going to be a lot more difficult," you rolled your eyes, walking away with Zeppelin.

"He's so attached to her," Danneel smiled, "Doesn't she have family?"

"Not that I know of," Jensen sighed, "She could always stay here. Or at least have a place to stay here. Are you okay with that?"

"I love having people over, you out of all know that. She's a great kid, I can tell. It's just that, as you said, there is more to her story we're yet to find out, and whatever it is it's not giving her sunshine and rainbows and it's the root cause of everything she's been doing."

"Whatever she's carrying is weighing down on her to the point where she... she doesn't believe in good people anymore. And she can't be happy. She's very deep down the rabbit hole. Well, if nothing, I haven't seen her happy like that before," Jensen said, "Well, last time I saw an honest smile from her was when she met us on the very first day of shooting. After that no smiles were so big as the ones now, when she's playing with Zepp."

"You know I'm the one to make the first move most of the time, but I'm handing you this whole operation over. I trust both you and Zeppelin to pick a kind soul. Life might have not been nice to her, but she's got a kind soul. That much I know. I love her too, and I'd love nothing more but to give her a safe place to stay at if she doesn't have any family or relatives that she's going to stay with after y'all are done shooting."

"Thanks," Jensen smiled, kissing her lips, "For trusting me with her."

"Hmm, don't get all sappy on me, Ackles," she teased, "You spend more time with her. You'll get to know her better. Do let me know if I can help in any way from here."

After playing with Zeppelin for a few minutes, you realized you haven't packed your stuff. And, of course, Zeppelin wanted to stay by your side, so here he is, sitting on the bed and helping you pack your bag. As you were finishing with packing up your backpack, he asked you to stop for a second and ran out the door. You shrugged your shoulders, waiting for him to return. As he ran back into the room, he handed you a dinosaur toy. You smiled softly, recognizing it was his favorite one,

"This is your favorite dinosaur," you stated, handing the toy back to him but he shook his head and pushed your hand away gently, "Oh, you wanna play? Let me just finish up and we can play, okay?"

"No!" he exclaimed, "I wants you to have it!"

"Me?" you asked, confused, "Okay, I'll play with it."

"No! Not play. Have it like take it with you."

"What? Why? Big guy, this is your favorite dinosaur. I don't think you want to give it to me."

"Yea I want! He's my faves because he strong. I give it to you because you're big and strong and smart like he is!" he exclaimed, making your heart melt at the innocence seeping out of his face, "You big and strong and protect me from monsters in my dream! Thank you for protectin' me Y/N," he said, slamming into your legs and trying to give you a hug. You packed the dinosaur toy before picking Zeppelin up in your arms and hugging him tightly,

"Gosh bubba, I love you so much," you whispered, kissing his temple, "And I'll always protect you. Whether I'm here or not. Remember what I told you about me and Jensen hunting monsters?" he nod, "When I'm not here, try to remember that," you said, "And your big sisters will protect you too. Thanks for keeping me company bubba."

"I love you too Y/N," he said, hugging you the best he could with his tiny arms, "Remember, that dinosaur is big and strong. He'll protect ya from monsters in your dreams too. An' I got a whole park of 'em! We'll all protect you, same way y'all will protect me," he said, making your eyes tear up as you squeezed him tighter,

"Thank you for this, buddy," you breathed, trying not to cry, "I appreciate it a lot. I promise to take good care of him and I'll bring him back to play with his friends if I come back."

"Okay," he nod with a smile, "And ya welcome!"

Jensen, Jared and you had a flight late at night, which allowed Jensen to tuck all the kids in and say goodbye to them before you left to the airport.

You were just finishing up with putting on your shoes when Jensen called you from the top of the stairs, saying Zeppelin wants to see you. Your heart melted a little and you nod, saying you'll be right up.

When you entered his room, he was patiently waiting for you. Laying down in his bed, with his blankie tightly held between his tiny hands. His eyes shined brightly with happiness as they looked at you, hair falling all over his sweet face.

"Hey big guy," you smiled as you approached, sitting down on his bed, moving hair away from his face, "I heard from dad-uh, Jensen that you wanted to see me?"

"Thanks for playin' with me," he said with a soft smile, "An' thanks for playing with Ro too. And for takin' me to unca Jared's to play with Tom and Shep. You're the best."

"You're the best, big guy. Thank you for wanting to play with me and for always inviting me to play with you. And thanks for your dinosaur, again. I'm so happy that I got a chance to meet you, buddy. You're an amazing boy and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Deal?" he nod,

"Promise me to come for my birthday. Please? Daddy will invite you. I asked him to. I want you to come."

"I can't promise you, but I'll do my best to be here. Okay?" he frowned sadly, "I'm sorry bubba. I can't promise you just because I don't wanna break it. I can promise you to try my best. Is that okay?" he nod, lighting up a little bit,

"Could you be my big sis? Like Ro and J?" he then asked, "Be my big sis and stay here forevs! We can play together and we can sing and we can have fun! I promise."

Your heart swelled at the sweet words, at the innocence and love pouring out of his eyes.

"I'll be your best friend. Which is kinda same," you smiled, "You're very special, Zeppelin. And thank you for allowing me to feel very special too. I love you, bug guy. Don't ever forget that," he nod,

"I love you too Y/N. Don't forget me."

"How can I?" you smiled, going down to kiss his cheek. You got rewarded with two tiny arms wrapping around your neck and giving you a squeeze. You smiled, hugging him back, smothering him with small kisses all over his cute little face. You let him down and tuck him in, handing him his blankie, "I'll see you, big guy. Night night."

"Night night, Y/N."

You walked down to the hallway, seeing your luggage waiting for you. Jensen was putting on his shoes and Danneel seemed to be waiting to say goodbye.

"Thanks for the bags," you said,

"No worries," Jensen said as he stood up, walking over to Danneel, "Honey," he whispered, hugging her tightly, "We'll be back for the twins birthday. It's only three weeks."

"I know," she murmured, hugging him back tightly, "I'll miss you."

"I know. But hey, after that we have another week and a half of filming and then we got the entire January off. It's gonna be okay, honey."

"I know, I know," she sighed, breaking the hug, "Y/N, keep an eye out for him?"

"Yes ma'am," you mimicked a soldier salute, both giggling. Jensen kissed Danneel before grabbing the bags and leaving the house,

"Honey, thanks for coming here," Danneel said as she approached to you, "I loved having you here. I hope you'll come back again. And I apologize for the inconvenience with JJ."

"Everything's okay. Thank you for inviting me and for being so nice to me. I appreciate it."

"You're family, kiddo. It's what you get," Jensen smiled softly, "We gotta get going. Jared's waiting with Cliff."

Ten days later

Your biggest headache this upcoming week will be how to pull off showing up for the twins' birthday without creating a mayhem in the Ackles household.

You couldn't break Zeppelin's heart. His innocence reminded you too much of yourself, how innocent and happy, truly happy you once were. All you ever wanted was for people close to you to show up to everything you were doing, whether it was a birthday or a school play. But you weren't so lucky. You didn't want to do the same thing to him. Even though you're not as important in his life, you could tell he loved you and you didn't want to stomp on his little loving heart.

"Jensen?" you spoke up as you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, Jensen frowning at the laptop, "Did you manage to get into the command prompt again?"

"No," Jensen said, tilting his head at the laptop, "I think I didn't," he said, making you giggle, "I seriously cannot work this laptop. I don't have strength to figure this out now," he sighed, closing the laptop, "You were saying?"

"Do you have any motel recommendations for me?" Jensen tilted his head at you this time, just as confused at your question as he was about whatever he was doing on his laptop, "The twins have their birthday party next week, right?"

"They do, but what does that have to do with a motel?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to add - motel recommendations in Austin," you added, "I can work something around their birthday. I was thinking to take them both for a day and just have fun with them, since I'm not exactly welcome at the party. I just don't want to break Zepp's heart. I can be there and I'll be there."

"First of all, if you haven't noticed, our place can be as well called a big-ass fancy motel. You have a place to stay and I won't let you go to a sketchy motel room when you have a place where I don't have to pace up and down and worry if you're safe every single second of your stay. Second of all, you can totally take the twins for a day, but you are also totally coming to the party," you were to speak up but Jensen cut you off, "No," he shook his head, "You don't win this one. Have you seen Zeppelin? How happy he is when you're with him?" you nod, "See, Zeppelin is not the one to make friends easily. He's the shy one, the one to never play with other kids because he's too shy to come up to them and ask if he can play. He's the kid you see playing by himself in the corner of the sand cube. But my shy bubba made a friend and you are that friend. For what I know so far, he hasn't made any friends in preschool yet, so his only wish is for his friend, his big sis to be there for his birthday, and you'll be there. JJ and Ro will have friends over, Jared will bring his kids too, but all Zeppelin cares about is you. I don't care about what JJ's got to say. Danneel and I have been talking to her and trying to get her to understand that you're not the bad guy and that she should meet you before jumping to the conclusions. But whatever her opinion on you is, it won't have any impact on your presence for the twins' birthday. You're coming. End of story."

"I... Thanks," you whispered, seeing in Jensen's expression he's taken back by your simple words, "For allowing me to come and all. It means a lot."

"You'll always have a place to stay at as long as Dee and I are around," Jensen said, "And as long as Jared and Mish are around as well. I know you've been alone for quite some time, but you're not alone anymore. Can I ask you a question though?" Jensen asked, continuing as you nod, "Why do you want to show up for him? For all I know, he's just a four, well, soon to be five year old."

"He might be five but he still has a heart and emotions. I promised to try my best to be there and if I already don't have filming for a few days I can be there. I've once been that little kid who was so excited and happy when my grandpa threw a birthday party for me. But when nobody showed up, I was so sad. I was crying and wondering why won't kids come to play. I knew I was different, but I went to everyone's birthdays and didn't care about the differences between us. It broke my heart. Even a girl I considered my best friend didn't show up. And my mother put a cherry on top by saying that I'm ugly and weird and that that's the reason why I will never make a friend. Words you tell kids stick to them forever, even if you think they don't. And to know that my own mother, the woman who gave birth to me, saw me that way, it struck deep down. And she never showed up for me when it mattered. Any play, gathering in front of an audience for any sort of celebration. Nothing. All of the other kids had their parents in the audience, and me? I was always alone. I'd walk home alone. The teachers would ask me where's my mom, and I'd just say that she didn't come. I'd lie that she was working, fully knowing she wasn't. Now, I know none of the three won't hear anything remotely similar to this from you and Danneel. But I want to be there for him. He loves me a lot and if I know one thing, it's how it feels when you're left hanging, especially when by someone you hold near to your heart. Of course, this sounds stupid to you but I just..."

"You're not weird, nor ugly, nor whatever your mother fed you with," Jensen said, wrapping his arm around you, "You're Y/N. Sure, you've got your shit but that doesn't make you less worthy of being loved. You're a beautiful, kind and loving soul. You're ready to give up an entire week and a half of free time to go spend it with two five year olds, when you've been in nothing but work-school mode and we both know how much you need a break. I don't see anything ugly in you. Neither do kids, or Dee, or anyone on the set. We love you just the way you are. You aren't supposed to be perfect, nobody is. But you're doing your best and that's what matters and goes beyond everything else that anyone has to say about you. Thank you for loving him the way you do."

"Thanks," you smiled, "I was kind of an ass to you lately. It's just... I'm still trying to understand why would you want to have anything with a thing as broken as me and I..."

"This seems to good to be true, huh?" Jensen smiled, watching as you nod. He stood up from where he was sitting, coming up to give you a gentle hug, "You're not your worst days. You're not your trauma, fears, nightmares. You are you, battered and bruised and hurt but you're still here and you just need time to heal. And some love. And that's exactly what I can offer you. And three little rugrats to eat your brains out as a bonus, though I'm not sure how much they can help," he teased, making you smile, "You're safe, kiddo. Whatever's infecting your dreams at night, whatever shit is brewing in your head, you're safe."

"I... I have nightmares about her," you whispered, Jensen frowning, breaking the hug to look you in the eye, "About... About my mother. She's... Hitting me. Like, boxing bag hitting me. And it feels so real, it hurts. And the worst of it all? Once upon a time it was real. It wasn't a dream. It was a real thing I lived through. Wooden spoon, belt. She didn't give it much of a thought what was she going to use on me. And honestly, nothing hurt as much as the first time, when she plain and simple beat me with her bare hands. Hands that were supposed to love me and hold me were all of a sudden so harsh and did nothing but damage and it was... The worst pain I could think of."

"Shit..." Jensen breathed, hugging you, "She hit you too. What the actual fuck," he murmured and you scrunched your face, trying to hold back tears, "I would love to return the fucking favor to her. No kid should be beaten by their own parent. No matter how bad they fucked up. Kiddo, look at me for a second," he pleaded and you obeyed, looking up to meet his eyes, "Do you have any physical injuries that need to be addressed?"

"No," you shook your head, "All of that happened months, years ago. My body healed. It's just my heart now."

"Okay then. We can work on that," he smiled and you shook your head,

"Don't bother. For real. I'll be fine."

"Every single time you open up a little you shut it off minutes later. Is it because you're afraid of attaching? You think you'll be left alone when you begin opening up?" you kept quiet.

Of course Jensen was going to read you like an open book. How did he do that? How is he capable of doing that?

"Kiddo, you've been keeping all of that somewhere deep down and I think it's about time you let it out, little by little. I know you're afraid that I'm going to up and leave you hanging, and I know that me telling you that I won't leave won't do anything but if you want to try, I can prove you that I really meant what I said. As long as I'm around and as long as Jared and Mish are around, you'll be safe. We won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't promise shit like that."

"Yeah, you're right," Jensen sighed, "How about - I promise to be here whatever happens in your life?"

"You can't promise that either. I'm gonna be gone after filming. I won't live here, I won't work with you anymore."

"You think that just because we're done filming the season we won't stay in touch and we won't come back for another season?" your eyes light up at the mention of a new season, "Hey, Jared, Mish, Dee and I are holding this whole operation together. If we say there's gonna be 10 more seasons, there'll be 10 more seasons. Just letting you know. But my point is- you said you've been a part of the supernatural family for a long time. Then you know that all of us keep in touch, one way or another, and you're no different from others. You know all this. But your head is telling you things and you keep choosing to listen to your head, because, as you said, whenever you listen to your heart things go downhill."

"I've had this bad feeling for a few weeks now and I hope it's just a stupid feeling but wounds and memories I don't even remember existed are showing back up and I'm just... I'm very scared."

"Whether it's a bad feeling or not, I'm here. So is Dee, Jared, Mish. Whoever you want to talk to, you can."

"Why didn't you offer professional help?" you asked, Jensen smiling,

"Well if I were in your shoes I'd rather open up to a familiar face then to someone new. Am I right?" he asked. You thought for a second, nodding after that, "If you want anyone professional to jump in at any moment, reach out to Jared. He's got some contacts, so you don't go to someone who's not safe and trying to find their way into your wallet but will actually help you."

"Okay," you breathed, closing your eyes for a moment, "I know I'm an ass to you and this whole bad feeling thing... It's a lot. But thank you for understanding."

"Don't thank me kiddo. It's the least I can offer. Anytime you wanna talk, I'm right here."

"She... She blamed me," you whispered after some time of complete silence. Jensen got a gentle hold of your hand and walked you over to the couch, sitting you down before he sat next to you, "I never had a dad. My father never wanted me. He accused my mom of lying and cheating and he believed so hard that I wasn't his child. He kicked her out of the house. And it seems like she had made it her mission to make sure that I know I'm the reason they broke apart."

"So, instead of letting that idiot go and focusing on her child, she fully threw you down the rabbit hole and blamed you for something you had no control over? It's not like you wanted to be born. They made you. There's nothing there that points you're wrong. You do know that, right?" you nod, sniffling,

"My grandpa, he never went over my father's behavior. My grandpa wasn't a good dad to my mother and he didn't want me to grow up without a dad. And my mom was miserable too. And he just wanted us both to have him and complete the family. He tried calling, writing letters, reaching out. But nothing ever worked out. At some point he just gave up and tried his best to raise me, make up for being a bad dad by being a good grandpa. And he was the best. And he'd often tell me that same thing you told me - I'm not at fault for their break-up. That was an issue they should have addressed by themselves, not drag me into it."

"Your grandpa sounds like he was the best man in your life," Jensen said, "I hope you got some peace when you were with him. But she was wrong. Everything that ever came out of her mouth was a lie."

"I know."

"That's what you meant when you said you were different from other kids," Jensen spoke up, taking you by surprise as you realized he was actually listening to every single word you said, "You grew up without a dad, and had your grandpa raise you. Not all parents are good at teaching their kids that being different is okay too. But I can tell you that you didn't turn out to be any less of a person because of the circumstances you grew up in, especially since you had your grandpa."

"I've dreamed of having a dad for such a long time. My mom even got together with one guy but he left and never came back. Guess who was at fault for that," you huffed a smile, Jensen groaning, "I really wanted her to be happy. But she never got the chance to settle with someone and I know I wasn't the reason for that but the voice of someone you're supposed to be loved by and cared for by carved all the worst adjectives in my mind and... It's hard."

"It will take a while, but you will heal. I promise."

"You think?"

"With right people around you and right approach, yes."

"I hope so," you breathed, "It just seems like I'm so... Broken. Like, beyond repair broken and some days I hate myself so much and I don't think that I can ever be a happy person and smile again."

"But then you walked into the Ackles household and were smiling for the majority of your stay as you played with Zeppelin," Jensen pointed out, "Were you happy back there? Like really, honestly happy? No bullshit?" you nod, not seeing a point in lying to him,

"I was. He's got a cute smile and such powerful imagination and he's so full of energy, he made it impossible for me to be sad. But it was a temporary fix. And it's not like I'm gonna move in and live in your home with your family after we're done filming, so I gotta work my way through this."

"One step at a time, kiddo," Jensen said, throwing his arm around you and bringing you into a side hug, "One step at a time," you nod, wrapping your arms around him, "She's got some serious unaddressed issues. You're a great person and nobody can take that from you," he commented, making you smile, "Thank you for opening up, kiddo. It means a lot."

"Thank you for not running away from me yet," she responded, Jensen shaking his head,

"Never gonna do that. Wait," he gasped, making you break the hug as you looked up to him, "Is... Is that why you though I was gonna hit JJ? You... You got flashbacks?" you nod, looking down,

"I've seen anger on my mother so many times that I can now easily pinpoint it on any person. You seemed so angry and I have never seen that part of you and I... Yeah. I got scared that you were gonna hit her for something she didn't mean to do. I know you'd never hit any of your kids, but my mind can't help it. I'm sorry."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for. And yes, I'll never hit my kids, nor you, because I strongly believe everything can be sorted out with talking, and a grounding here and there. No violence ever solved a thing. Why would I do it on my children?"

"This world needs more parents like you and Dee," you said with a smile, "I would love to have parents like you."

"Well, we're far from perfect, but we can distinguish right from wrong and that's a start I guess," Jensen sighed, "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. But I am also very proud of you making it out and building your own way through life."

"Thanks for everything, Jensen," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes, "I always knew you were kind. But all of this what you're doing, it's so much greater. Thanks for not bolting though the door. And whenever you want to do so, please just tell me so I can say goodbye. I've had so many people leave and I just wished I was able to say goodbye."

"Not planning to do that," Jensen assured you, making you smile sadly, "I know, I know. You don't believe me. I wouldn't believe it if I were in your shoes for sure. I'll prove it to you, don't you worry about that."

"It's okay, really. Whatever happens, it's okay. I'm just very happy I got to meet you all and work with you. Never in a million years would I think I would end up here."

"Hm, we're glad we got you too," he smiled kindly at you, making you smile back as you hugged him, "Awww, I get a hug."

"Shut up, dork," you teased, making him giggle before feeling his arms wrap around your body,

"Can I ask another question?" he asked. You broke the hug, nodding, "Do you have any other family besides your late grandpa? I don't even want to call that monster family."

"I do, but none of them care. All of them are just as disappointed in me as my mother."

"Well, if Zeppelin hasn't made it obvious, you're very welcome to be his big sis and stay with us whenever and for however long you want," Jensen smiled, kissing the top of your head, "You're great with kids."

"Thanks for the offer. Now, have you gotten anything for the twins birthday?"

"That's what I was trying to work on this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing the laptop, making you giggle,

"Jesus Christ," you breathed as he handed you the laptop,

"Jensen, but common misconception, as I'm sure we both don't know how to work a laptop."

A/N: Thanks for being patient and reading this chapter! Once again tagging @crasmuna , my biggest support nowadays <3

#jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #supernatural fanfiction

[nhasablogg]

Did it all to make you feel admired

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Morgan/Reid

Summary: While apart during a case Morgan tells Reid over the phone exactly how he’d tickle him if he was there.

A/N: Loosely part of the universe that this fic takes place in, but can be read independently. Thanks so much for the love on that fic btw! I might be adding more parts to this ‘verse as time goes on, so feel free to request anything you want to see! I already have some ideas of my own.

Warnings: Not really anything graphic, but kind of sexual undertones if you squint. Also tickle kinks, but it's pretty tame and not really discussed in this one.

Words: 1.5k

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“Pretty boy.”

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief and gripped the phone tighter. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He could hear the smile in Derek’s voice. “How you holding up?”

“Well, I haven’t had a fever since yesterday morning.”

“Why do you sound so grumpy about that?”

“It means I could’ve come with.”

“Spence.” He was rummaging through something, possibly his bag. The first time they’d been forced to share a room during a case Spencer had been surprised by how organized Derek was. Everything was exactly in its place. Well, until the things actually left the bag, that is. “We weren’t gonna bring you with us when you were sick.”

“But at that point I had already been sick for three days, and the likelihood of it continuing for longer than another couple of days was very low, which I told you about-”

“You’re probably better because you’ve been resting.”

“Hm.”

“Spencer.”

“Yes?”

“You have been resting, right?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, wincing at the ceiling. “Of course.”

“Baby.”

“Mm?”

“I know when you’re lying.”

Something about his tone of voice made Spencer flush. He could imagine him hovering above him, fingertips on his jawline, head tilted as he gently told Spencer exactly what he wanted him to do for him-

Well, his brain was just cruel. Derek was in fucking Seattle and he was left (alone, unattended, abandoned) in Virginia.

“I might have asked Garcia to send me some of the case materials,” he admitted, and he could hear Derek spluttering into the phone. “Hey, it’s actually really boring to just be lying here when you’re not dying.”

“I’m gonna kill her.”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t think I won’t kill you too.”

“You’ll miss me too much.”

Derek didn’t reply. He must’ve found whatever he’d been looking for. Maybe he was getting ready for bed. It was nearly 11pm over there after all and he’d probably had a long day.

“I have some input if you guys want it,” he mumbled after a while and Derek huffed out a laugh.

“Of course you do.”

“She wouldn’t send me everything.”

“She shouldn’t have sent you anything.”

“Don’t blame her, I was pestering her for like two days.”

“Oh my god.” Derek laughed again. Spencer couldn’t help but smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

“You knew what you signed up for.”

“That I did.”

The sound of the faucet running. Spencer turned his head and looked at the semi-illuminated tree tops outside. Being sick during springtime was just unfair.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you still awake anyway? It’s like 2am there.”

Spencer shrugged even though he knew he couldn’t see it. “Wanted to talk to you.”

“We literally talked earlier because you wanted me to talk you to sleep.”

“Didn’t work.”

“Spencer, have you spent the last few hours working instead of sleeping?”

“No.”

“Doctor Reid.”

“Oh, stop. You can’t say it like that when you’re not here.”

Derek hummed. “I’m gonna tickle you to pieces once I get back. As punishment, of course.”

Spencer blushed to the roots of his hair. After all these months he was still unused to this. “Oh, no, whatever shall I do.”

“Okay, smartass. What if I do the opposite and withhold tickles until you learn to take better care of yourself?”

“Oh, now you’re being mean,” he pouted.

Derek laughed. He could hear him get into bed, probably shuffling under the covers and lying on his back with one arm behind his neck like he usually did.

Spencer ran a hand over his chest. “Speaking of that,” he started, suddenly feeling shy even though Derek couldn’t see him. “How- how exactly would you punish me?”

“You want to know how I would tickle you right now, pretty boy?” His tone was teasing, but his voice gentle. He wasn’t making fun. He never had.

“Maybe.”

“I need you to speak up, baby.” Spencer groaned, making Derek laugh again. “Or is that too much to ask for? Are you blushing?”

“Me? Never.”

“Hmm. I can imagine it so clearly though. Your eyes refusing to meet mine. Me forcing you to look up by gently holding your jaw. How deliciously pink you are right now. I can nearly feel the heat of your cheeks on my fingers.”

Spencer covered his face with both his hands, caught somewhere between an embarrassed laugh and an overwhelmed squeal which Derek could probably hear. “Stop.”

“Don’t you want me to tell you how I’d tickle you?” he purred on the other side. Spencer could imagine his grin and it made his heart skip a beat.

He said, quietly, “Yes.”

“That’s a good boy,” Derek said. “I’d ask you to tell me how you’d want me to tickle you, but I fear we’d be getting nowhere with how shy you’re being tonight.” Spencer whined and Derek laughed once again. “Don’t worry, it’s adorable. As for the tickling.” He sang the last word, dragging it out as if to make sure Spencer didn’t miss it. “Are you lying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’d probably not straddle you or anything, but start off lightly just to see you squirm and fight against your instinct to move away. I’d trail my fingertips over your ribs-” Spencer started stroking his own ribs, his skin warm to the touch. “Watch you tense up each time I get close to your sides. I’d probably be grinning at you and you would blush, kind of like you are right now.”

Spencer’s blush intensified. “Do you have cameras in here?”

“No. But that’d be kinda hot right now.”

Spencer laughed.

“There it is,” Derek said, audibly delighted. “The first laugh. I bet it’s because I’m slowly moving toward your belly and you’re nervous about it.”

Spencer moved his hand down, his abdomen jumping beneath his fingers.

“I bet your belly’s jumping right now. That’s so cute, by the way. You being so sensitive there that your body’s fighting to get away from the sensation.”

“Derek.”

“Yes?”

Spencer breathed out, unsure whether the teasing was too much or just enough. Maybe not having him physically there made it all the more intense, since Spencer couldn’t know what Derek looked like. If he was smiling or undressing him with his eyes, or both at the same time. He could hear Derek shuffling when he didn’t reply.

“You okay?” he asked, dropping any playfulness from his voice. Spencer could picture him frowning.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize, angel.”

Angel. Derek had never called him angel before.

“Did you start overthinking?” he continued.

“Not really, I just- I didn’t know how to respond to your- teasing. It’s different when you can’t physically see my reactions.”

“You don’t have to respond, you know. I trust you’ll tell me if you think I’m overstepping or that it gets too much. You can just lie there in silence and imagine my hands on you, okay?”

Spencer nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good because I was just about to reach your lower belly and you know how much I enjoy the sounds you make when I kiss and tickle you there.”

Spencer’s breath hitched. He could practically feel Derek there, being so very gentle every single time.

“I will trace your skin for a bit, getting you all squirmy and flustered.” Spencer traced the skin of his lower belly. “And then, just as you’re starting to giggle and fight back I will pin you. Do you feel my body on yours?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I’m straddling your hips, because while you flail a lot it’s your bucking that always throws me off. Literally.”

Spencer let out a laugh. “Sorry.”

“I forgive you only because you’re so pretty.”

“Mm, that’s shallow of you.”

Derek laughed in surprise. “I thought you were gonna be quiet? Don’t get all sassy on me now. I might pin your hands above your head and tickle your armpits and not stop, pretty boy. Actually,” he added when Spencer spluttered. “I think I’ll be doing just that. Raise your arms for me, baby.” Spencer did, even though Derek had no way of seeing if he obeyed or not. “Just like that. Can you feel my hand approaching?”

Spencer, somehow, could, and it made him throw his head back in anticipation.

“My hands are big, you know. I can cover so much ground.”

“I kn-know.”

“Oh, you’re talking again, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“Not when you stutter like that.”

Spencer gripped the headboard of his bed, his phone on speaker next to his head, as if Derek was speaking right into his ear. He could almost feel his breath tickling his cheek, making his hair flutter a bit. Derek would be perched on his side with his head resting in one hand, his other hand free to roam. Maybe he wouldn’t even be tickling him. Spencer would be blushing no matter what.

“Do me a favor, pretty boy,” he was saying now. “Laugh for me.”

And Spencer, even though he wasn’t actually being tickled and it was technically impossible that mere words could tickle, did.

#tickling #moreid #moreid fic #ticklish!spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #tickle fic #n writes #did it all to make you feel admired

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Guess what I’ve found, everyone? A website with programs from old Edinburgh Fringe Festivals. I think I actually found some of these over a year ago now, or had them sent to me by someone on here, and I went through them all and made some really big posts collating screenshots of the parts that interested me the most, and would probably now make me cringe with how little I knew about all the comedians about whom I know more now. I think I got the programs from 1994-1998-ish, and then just one from 2009.

Well, today I happened to come across the source of those, and have been going through ones from different years. Once again, collecting screenshots of bits that catch my attention. Here are some from 2001 that make me want to say something:

Yeah, that’s correct, everyone. In 2001, Alan Davies was a once-high-flying comedian whose star had started to wane and whose greatest success in the comedy industry was behind him.

I don’t actually have anything to say about this poster, I just really like it.

Fun fact: Jason Byrne was in a boyband in 2001.

In case anyone was wondering what the less attractive one from Lee and Herring was doing shortly after becoming no longer Lee and Herring.

Adam Hills there, putting his cards pretty clearly on the table - well, on the poster - about what part of his body is going to be the focus of his act (I don’t mean that in a bad way, I find it weird when people disparage him for talking about his leg even though most comedians talk about their lives and Adam Hills’ life is significantly impacted by having one leg, I just mean it’s funny to see him be so clear about that in the advertising). Also, I knew he had sign language interpreters at his more recent shows, which is cool, didn’t realize he was doing it as early as 2001. It is a thing Adam Hills is always good about, caring about accessibility for all disabilities, not just what affects him directly. Good for him.

I love this video, from 2001 in which he advertised this same show, because it shows how much Adam Hills has really not changed since early in his career, before all the TV stuff (I mean, I guess he was on TV then, as evidenced by this video, but he wasn’t hosting stuff). It’s not a front for TV, he just is like that. Most of Adam Hills’ comedy style, right up to the present day, can pretty much be summarized by shouting “Go you big red fire engine” at a crowd and trying to get them to shout it back.

Jumping off my previous point, all I have to say to the brilliant woman in the above poster is: Go you big red fire engine! 

Oh Daniel. That’s not just an obligatory listing, that’s a poster that you’d have paid extra to have featured in there. Graphic design and two colours and everything. Sellout.

(As a way to actually explain this, though, I just listened to a radio episode he did on February 21, 2006, in which he said he’d recently left his agent. An interesting moment for that show to capture, as not having an agent is now a fairly defining feature of his career. But I guess when you have an agent, sometimes they make you get posters and things.

I’ve checked, and Andrew Maxwell was about twenty-seven in 2001. So the fact that this is from quite a few years ago is not a good excuse for the fact that he looks twelve. Maybe twelve and a half, at a push.

In case anyone was wondering what those two were doing in 2001.

You okay, Johnny?

You know, I think I do understand why in more recent years, Andy Zaltzman has taken to (only very occasionally) complaining with some genuine bitterness about being judged on his physical appearance, when even by 2001, he was meant to consider “Looks funny and is funny” to be the kind of comment he should court for his poster.

Does this make me a hypocrite for having commented on Jason Byrne and Andrew Maxwell’s physical appearances in this same post? I don’t know, maybe. To be fair, there was probably more intentional choice in their looks than in Andy Zaltzman’s. I suppose technically I called Richard Herring unattractive earlier in this post, but I assume it’s clear that I was joking, and just quoting the listing that was also joking. Obviously in reality, Stewart Lee is not significantly better than Richard Herring in the physical attractiveness department, even if he beats him in all the other ones (that’s why the listing doesn’t mention any other departments, it’s less funny when it’s true). Anyway, there are probably bigger issues in the world than this.

I think this was Andy’s first show to feature John Oliver, though apparently not enough to get him mentioned in the advertisements as a collaborator.

[buckys-zomdoll]

Goodbyes

Fandom: True Blood

Written For: Any Fandom Goes Bingo and Any Fandom Angst Bingo

A/N: I do not own the pictures used,Valeria belongs to me. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Please note this is a work of fiction, just because something is written doesn’t mean I as a writer agree with or condone it. Thank You. Any mistakes are my own.

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Beta’d by: @5soshow

Summary: Valeria is sent from the queen to work with Eric Northman, a vampire she has history with. 

Word Count: 4210

Pairings: Past Eric Northman x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, .Violence, mentions of blood. 

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She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, it had been centuries since she saw the man that turned her. She straightened her clothes and walked up to her. “Pam.” 

Pam looked at her and smirked. “Val. Welcome to Fangtasia, go ahead.” She stepped out of the way, allowing Valeria inside.

Valeria swayed through the crowd, she made her way to the back corner where Eric sat and watched the club. The moment he saw her he tensed, sitting straight up. 

“Miss me?” She gave him a slight grin. The last time they had seen each other he had ended things, telling her it was a mistake he even turned her. 

“Valeria, what brings you here?” 

“Straight to the point huh? Don’t worry I’m not here to attack you or anything.” Although she had threatened him before he left her with wolves. “This visit is strictly business, I would love to not be here and keep planning my revenge, however, it seems you don’t know how to do your job correctly.” 

Eric stood up. “I do my job just fine, now I would like you to leave my establishment.” 

She placed her hand on her chest. “I would love to leave, but I can’t. I have orders to make sure you find the idiotic human or humans in your zone harvesting vampire blood.” 

“I have it under control.” 

She scoffed. “Like you had it under control when you decided to get rid of me? I mean offense when I say, you don’t do a very good job at coming up with ways to deal with things.” 

He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “If I truly had wanted you dead, I would have done it with my own hands. I knew you would survive the wolves, I just wanted to have a little fun before I left you.” 

“Well honey now you’re stuck with me until the culprits are found and taken care of.” she patted his cheek. 

He grabbed her wrist. “I have it under control, you and your services are not needed.” 

“Eric, I suggest you let go of my wrist or I will burn your club to the ground with you in it.” When he let her go she sighed. “Look I don’t like this either, but I'm not leaving until it's done so you might as well use my help.” 

“Where do you plan on staying?” 

She smirked. “Now, that's better. I’ll be staying here with you.” 

Eric shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t ask, I will be staying here. Show me the office.” 

“Why do you need to see the office?” 

She shrugged. “I'm gonna hang in there for now, until you close the club.” 

He groaned and ushered for Pam to come over. “Show Valeria the office.” 

“Of course, follow me.” Pam smiled. 

Valeria sat down in the chair behind the desk. “You can go back out there now.” 

Pam nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. 

Valeria spun in the chair for a few minutes and then started going through files. A few minutes after looking through the files she decided to try and get into the computer, she was just about to try another password when her phone rang. 

She smiled and answered the phone. “Hello, my Queen.” 

“Valeria, how did it go?” Sophie’s voice sounded concerned on the other end. 

“There was some resistance as I suspected, however as you said he can not ignore orders. I will find the culprits soon.” 

“Good, just remember to play nice with Eric.” 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine.” 

“I’m serious,” Sophie growled. 

“Okay. I’m going to hang up now, I have work to do.” 

“Alright, keep me updated.” 

“Will do.” Valeria leaned back into the chair as she hung up the phone. 

Her elbow rested on the armrest  of the chair, her pointer finger was pressed to her lips,  thumb on her chin as she stared at the computer and thought of what the password could possibly be. 

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize the door had opened or that it even closed shortly after until someone clearing their throats pulled her attention. Looking up from the computer she saw Eric standing against the door with his arms crossed. 

“What are you doing?” 

She shrugged. “I was bored, went through some files which by the way I organized for you, you’re welcome.” 

“I didn’t ask you to do that, and it looks like you were deep in thought. Does it upset you that you can’t get into the computer?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Please, I was just keeping myself entertained. I could care less about that  computer.”

“Good, because you won’t be getting the password.” He uncrossed his arms and walked closer. “Now get out of my seat, we have work to do.” 

“You can work from one of those chairs, I’m not moving.” It was Valeria’s turn to cross her arms. 

“And what if we need the computer?” His hands rested on the back of one of the chairs that were behind the desk. 

“Then you can give me the password.” 

Eric chuckled. “So you do care.” 

“No, I'm just comfortable here.” 

He looked down at the chairs in front of him. “These chairs are just as comfortable.” 

“Then you sit there.” 

Eric walked over to her, his hands resting on each armrest, bending down. “Get out of my spot.” 

She smirked. “No, you know the longer you try to get me to move the longer you’re stuck with me.” 

He growled and shoved the chair backward , causing it to hit the filing cabinet. “I loathe you.” 

Valeria stood from the chair, stepping closer to him, she grinned. “Ditto.” Shoving her way past him she sat down in one of the other chairs. “Go ahead, get on your computer.” 

Eric grabbed his chair, pulling it back into its place before sitting down, he looked at her as he made a hmph sound. His hands went to the keyboard, watching her from the corner of his eye. 

She leaned forward and laid her head in her hands as she watched, it wasn’t long before he shoved the keyboard away. 

“You locked me out!” He growled. 

She laughed. “You just have to wait a few hours then try again.” 

“You annoy me.” 

“And you piss me off, but we still have to work together.” 

He shook his head. “You’ve only been here a few hours and I already wish you would leave. I can handle things. Give me one week, if I still haven’t found them you can come help me.” 

“No can do, I’m already here. You should have asked for more time when the Queen called you.” 

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes, “where would you like to start?” 

“You mean to tell me you don’t even have any ideas? Should you even be a sheriff?” 

“I have ideas, I’m just not sharing them with you.” 

Valeria’s eye twitched slightly. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Believe me, don’t believe me I don’t care.” 

She slammed her hands on the desk. “Dammit, Eric. Just work with me so I can leave!” 

Eric laughed. “You know, seeing you so upset that you’re stuck working with me makes me feel a whole lot better about you being here.” 

She stood up and headed to the door. 

“Where are you going?” Eric called after her. 

“Away from you, I’m hungry.” 

“Don’t go too far, it's close to daytime and when I lock up for bed I don’t open the doors again.” 

She opened the door and left. 

How dare he threaten her, after everything he put her through. He had been her first crush, her first love. He had turned her and promised her forever only to get bored and toss her aside like she was nothing. 

It didn’t take her long to find someone to feed on, even with the world knowing about vampires humans still stayed out late. Sure at first they hid and panicked, but then the true blood became a thing and humans started going back to being out late. Like she’d ever drink that crap, blood was better fresh. 

When she got back to Fangtasia, Eric was standing in the door. He smirked when he saw her and started to shut it. In the blink of an eye, her foot was stopping the door from shutting. “Eric,” she spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry, I decided you can't stay here.” 

“It’s almost daylight, I have nowhere else to go.” 

“You really should have thought of that before.” 

She pulled the door open, causing him to almost fall. “I fucking hate you.” she walked past him. 

He shut and locked the door. “Same to you princess.” 

She clenched her fist but ignored him, she had told Sophia she would play nice. “Pam, sweetheart, why don’t you show me where I can rest?” 

“Sure, Val. Right this way.” 

She half expected not to wake up, but she did, although it did take her a while to get out of the coffin. Once she finally got it open and sat up she realized there was a sticky substance on the edges. 

Letting out a sigh she stood up, dusted herself off, and headed to the office. When she got into the office, Eric was already in his chair and Pam stood beside him. 

“So you’re finally awake?” Eric smirked. 

Valeria glared at him and sat in one of the other chairs. “Let’s just get this done, Who do you think is behind it?” 

Eric leaned back. “Someone got up on the wrong side of the coffin.” 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “Just because you want to act childish doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Eric looked over at Pam. “Go get us some breakfast will you?” 

“Of course.” 

Once Pam was gone, Eric leaned forward a little. 

Valeria waited a second before speaking. “Well? Who do you think is behind it?” 

“Oh honey, I was serious yesterday when I said I wasn’t sharing with you.” Eric stood up. “That includes breakfast too, you’ll have to find your own.” 

Valeria stood up. “Fine, I will do your job for you without you.” When she got to the door she turned to face Eric again. “And just so we’re clear, I will be letting Queen Sophia know you were uncooperative.” 

Eric opened the door for her. “Go to a bar called Merlotte’s. There I helped.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Giving me one thing isn’t much better.” Valeria shoved past him. 

When she walked into Merlotte’s everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her, she was used to that happening. She was wearing a red sleeveless dress with a black corset. She loved corsets, it didn’t matter if she wore a dress or pants she always styled her outfits with a corset, perhaps it was because when she was human corsets were a must for women. 

“Not another one.” A man from behind the bar shook his head and sighed. 

Valeria arched her brow. “Another one? Oh, you mean vampire. I would like you to know that yes I am a vampire however some humans dress and look like this.” 

“Look, we don't sell true blood.” the man set the pitcher he had in his hand down. 

 “Sam, come on.” A girl with blonde hair walked over, she turned and smiled at Valeria. “I'm Sookie, and we do sell true blood. Can I get you something?” 

“I don’t drink True Blood, I’m here on business.” Valeria headed to the bar, sitting right in front of Sam and smiling. “Although if you’d like to offer yourself…” 

“No.” Sam glared at her. 

“Suit yourself, although I can make it a very… pleasurable experience.” Valeria winked at him. 

“Business? Are you looking for Bill?” Sookie interrupted. 

Valeria gave Sookie a side-eye. “Do you mean Bill Compton?” 

“Yeah, what other Bill would there be?” Sookie laughed. 

“A lot of people are named... Know what, forget it.” she shook her head. “I can’t believe he lives here and Eric didn’t tell me.” Bill Compton was a vampire she loathed more than Eric, and that was because of everything Eric had done to her. 

“He should be here any minute, I’m sorry Eric didn’t tell you.” Sookie beamed. 

“I gotta get out of here.”

“Valeria?” Bill’s voice came from behind her right as she stood up. 

She turned to face him. “Bill.” 

“What brings you here?” 

“Oh she has business, I assumed with you,” Sookie said before kissing him and walking off. 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “It’s not with you, I’m looking for a human or humans.” 

“At least I'm not the only one that doesn’t like him,” Sam smirked as he walked off. 

“That’s not allowed here.” 

“Not like that you idiot, there have been some incidents lately that need to be taken care of.” 

“I believe Eric is the sheriff of this area, shouldn’t he be taking care of it?” Bill crossed his arms. 

“He was supposed to, but he didn’t get it done in a timely manner so now you get little ole me.” 

“Let me help, the sooner you get the job done the sooner you can leave.” Bill glances at Sookie.

Valeria smirked “If you’re worried about me killing your little plaything like you did mine, I won’t. At least not at this time.” 

“I’ve changed since then, and I want you to know how truly sorry I am for any pain I have caused you in the past.” 

“Funny how one apologizes when they have something to lose, but like I said I'm here for a job and a job only.” Valeria noticed two men fidgeting at a table from the corner of her eye. 

“Well if there is anything I can do to help let me know.” 

Valeria looked over at the men and then back to Bill. “Actually Bill, do you have Eric’s number?” 

“You don’t?” Bill pulled out his phone. “I do have it though.” 

“I don’t like to have numbers of people I don’t talk to.” Valeria shrugged. “Call him and tell him to come to Merlotte’s.” She patted his shoulder. “I’m going to go chat with someone.” She walked over and pulled a chair up to the end of the table the men sat at. 

“Hiya boys.” She gave them a malicious grin. 

“We aren’t fang bangers lady.” One of the men spoke, the other laughed. 

“All I said was hi, but on that topic. You may not be a fang banger but do you know anything about humans taking blood from vampires?” 

“Nope nu uh that is disgusting, almost as disgusting as banging a fanger.” the one that spoke before answered again, while the other started fidgeting under the table again. 

She laid one arm completely on the table, resting her elbow of the other arm on the table next and placing her head between her finger and thumb. “You see, I know Mr. Compton may have everyone feeling safe with his all ‘vampires are nice’ attitude, but let me tell you, not all of us are nice, for instance, I have a bit of a temper you can ask Bill yourself, and I just really hate being lied to.” She grinned “Now let’s try my question again, and I want you to really think about it as if your loved ones' lives depend on it because it does.” 

The man who had been silent scoffed. “Jokes on you, we don’t have anyone.” 

“You think that will stop me? Maybe just maybe I’ll turn you into vampires like me and watch you hate yourself until you finally come to terms, then I’ll wait and watch, and when you find someone you love and can’t live without I will take them from you, force you to watch as I slowly torture them first, because I can wait patiently to get the perfect revenge.” 

“Surely there’s a better way to get the information out of them?” Bill spoke from beside her. 

“Yeah, listen to Mr Compton.”  both men nodded. 

She looked over at the one that had been doing most of the talking. “What is your name? And his?” she nodded towards the other. 

“I’m Isaac and that’s Bobby.” 

She stood up. “Thanks, I enjoy knowing the names of my victims.” She turned and looked at Bill. “Did you call him?” 

“He’s on his way. What are you going to do with them?” 

“That’s my business,” Valeria smirked. 

Bill sighed. “I just really don't think you should..” 

Valeria held up her hand to stop him. “What I do is really none of your concern, seeing as you are not the Sheriff of this area and you are not the Queen nor are you that other guy I don’t like.” 

“Are there any guys you do like?” Bill scoffed. 

“Godric, He is the sweetest guy to ever walk this planet. Although whom I like is not any of your business.” 

“What are you gonna do to us?” Isaac spoke. 

“Torture you until I get the information I want.” 

Bobby gulped. “Okay it was us, but it was Seth’s idea he’s the one that wanted fast money.” 

“And where is this Seth?” 

Isaac glared at Bobby before answering. “We haven’t seen him today.” 

Valeria looked at Bobby. “Is that true?” 

“He’s headed to a known vampire house for the next one.” Bobby’s voice was shaky. 

“Dude!” Isaac kicked him under the table. 

“I have a club to run, this better be good,” Eric spoke as he entered the bar. 

Before she could respond Isaac tried to make a run for it, she grabbed his arm and broke it before tossing him towards Eric and grabbing Bobby. “I found two of three, I did your job in one night.” 

“Hey! Take it somewhere else, this is a family-friendly place!” Sam came out from the back when Isaac screamed in pain. 

Valeria gave a small smile and waved to Sam. “Don’t worry we’re leaving, but if you’d like my number before I go?” 

“No, just leave.” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Really? Him? You’re going to flirt with him?” Eric looked at her in disbelief as he grabbed Isaac.

Valeria shrugged. “What of it? He’s cute, unlike you.” she walked past him, pulling Bobby along with her. “Now you’re gonna show me where this vampire house is.” 

Bobby nodded. “Okay okay, just don't hurt me.” 

She tossed Bobby in her car and then looked at Eric. “Follow behind me, in case I need assistance with Seth.” 

“Seth?” Eric spoke as he tossed Isaac in the trunk of his car. 

“The third guy, he’s currently getting their next vampire,” Valeria replied as she got in her car. “Just follow me and try not to get in the way too much.” 

“Okay, Bobby. I need you to text or call Seth whichever you would normally do. Tell him you need him to come outside, say you and Isaac are on the way because a vampire went into Merlotte’s and was asking questions.” Valeria looked over at him. 

Bobby nodded and pulled out his phone, his hands shaking. “Are you going to kill us?” 

“I’m not, but a different vampire most likely will.” Valeria shrugged. “We don’t take too kindly to our blood being stolen.” 

“But don’t you do the same thing to humans?” 

“I personally don’t, yes I don’t drink that True Blood stuff but I always get consent from the human I feed on.” Valeria looked at him for a moment. “Consent is everything.” 

“So if we had the vampire’s consent it would be okay?” 

“No, I mean if it was up to me then yes but no because it’s not up to me.” 

“That's contradicting.” Bobby scoffed. “Ok, Seth will be outside.” 

“I agree. It is very contradicting.” She parked the car a few feet away from the house. 

Eric was already standing beside the car when she opened the door and got out. “Stay here, make sure Bobby doesn’t try to run.”

Eric grabbed her arm. “You had me follow you, to babysit a human?” 

“Yeah, because I thought maybe just maybe even you couldn’t fuck that job up.” she dug her nails into his arm as she removed his hand from her. “Now be a good boy and stay.” 

She heard him growl as she walked away. Valeria went around the back, making sure to be quiet. She could hear Seth’s heart racing. When she got him in her sight he was pacing back in forth, a large cooler in his hand. “Come on, Bobby.” It was a mere whisper but she could tell he was freaking out. 

“Bobby, can’t make it but he sends his regards.” Seth jumped when Valeria spoke. 

“W-who are you?” Seth froze, his hand clenching onto the cooler.

“It’s funny, you can take blood from a vampire yet you can’t stand in front of one without being a scared little boy.” Valeria chuckled. “Let me guess, you find a way to weaken them first? With the help of Bobby and Isaac. And once the vampire is weak, they hang out at the bar to keep an ear out while you collect the blood.” 

“S-something like that.” Seth gulped. 

She walked closer causing Seth to back up, she grabbed his arms and smirked. “You can’t outrun me.” she licked her fangs. “What? You gonna pee your pants like a scared little boy? If so, you are not riding in my car.” 

“If I say I will, does that mean you will let me go?” Seth looked at her.

“Nice try, I didn’t come alone.” She winked and dragged him to her car. Eric was leaning against her door, arms crossed. 

When Eric saw her he looked at Seth, the cooler then back at her. “Is the vampire okay?” 

“I don’t fucking know, I had Bobby make sure Seth was outside then I brought him to the car before he could run, put him in your car and I will go check.” 

Eric stood straight up. “No, you can put him in the car and babysit the humans and I will go check on the vampire.” 

“I swear, Eric I wi-”

“He’s dead.” Seth spoke. 

“Excuse me?” Eric was inches from Seth. 

“T-the vampire, he’s dead.” Seth lifted the cooler. “This is the last of his blood.” 

“Well,” Valeria pushed Seth to Eric. “Looks like we can just go back to Fangtasia.” 

“Why does he have to ride with me?” Eric grabbed Seth’s arm. 

Valeria smirked as she opened her car door. “Because if he pisses himself it will be in your car not mine.” 

Eric clenched his fist, walked to the trunk of her car, opened it and tossed Seth in, slamming it shut. 

“Eric! You get him out.” 

Eric ignored her and got back in his own car. Valeria growled but followed behind him.  

When they got back to Fangtasia she looked at Bobby. “I suggest you just willingly go in, if I have to chase you we will have problems.” 

“I won't run.” Bobby sighed. 

“Good, now you can get out and go straight inside.” She unlocked the car. Once she saw Bobby enter the club she opened her trunk and grabbed Seth. “Let’s go.” 

She followed behind Eric as he headed in and down to the basement. Bobby had followed behind Eric and in front of Valeria. 

Once they had them chained up Eric turned and faced her. “There, now you can leave.” 

She nodded. “I can, however I think I want to play a little before I do. What time is Longshadow coming in?”

“Why?” 

“Because he is who I want to play with.” She shrugged. 

“I think you should just go, Longshadow has to tend to the bar. He doesn’t have time to entertain you.” Eric smiled

“If I didn’t know any better I would swear you were jealous.” she patted his chest. “It’s okay, I won't take up too much of his time.” She headed back up. 

When Longshadow stepped into the club she was beside him. “Hello.” 

“You’re still here?” He looked at her as he walked to the bar. 

“Yeah but now I can play, the job is done.” She leaned on the bar.

Longshadow smirked. “I’m busy.”

“The club isn’t even open yet, we have time.” 

Eric walked over, “Why don’t you just take no for an answer and leave.” 

She turned to face him, “Fine, I’ll leave.” 

“Good.” 

The second she turned to leave, Eric pulled her back, turning her to face him and kissing her. She shoved him away. “What the hell!” 

“I miss you, what I did was a mistake.” 

“Yeah a mistake you can’t apologize for with a kiss.” 

Eric sighed “I promised you forever.”

She nodded, “Yeah, well.” she stepped back from him. “Sometimes, forever just doesn’t last that long.” 

“Come on Val, even you have to admit we make a great team and we both know we make an amazing couple.” 

She shook her head “it doesn’t matter, you threw me away like I was nothing and I’m not doing that again.” she kissed his cheek “have a good life Eric, goodbye.”

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Squad #25 Cloneshipping Big Bang Sneak Peak

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Sweetvoiced Violence

Author: AO3, @rexsterss

Artist: AO3, @serene-bot

Rating: M

Word count: 30,000+ words

Pairings: Echo/Fives/Tup

Tags: Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Alternate Universe — Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe — Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe — Vampire, Everyone Lives/No One Dies, No Order 66, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Blood Drinking, Blood and Gore, Midnight Mass Inspired Vampire

Summary:

It was supposed to be a simple mission in catching Crimson Dawn. The three of them were supposed to get in that camp, mess up the comm systems, hail the general, and get out. The best case scenario was they’d catch Dryden Vos. The worst case was they’d get hurt trying.

They knew of the disappearances. They knew something was picking off the people of Kijimi in droves. Fives, Echo, and Tup had to make sure they don’t suffer the same fate. They will die trying to.

Snippet:

“Boys.”

Echo exchanged a look with the other two before they turned to their general. The rest of the troopers had already loaded up in their gunships, their engines whirling in anticipation, but they were ordered to wait for the general to get in hers before they left together.

“Sir?”

“Did you read the report I sent you?” Ahsoka asked, her brows furrowed with worry, and by then, Rex was already walking towards them again. “The latest one, not the one Jesse gave you.”

Fives froze. “Uh—“

“I know,” She gave him a brief smile, before the seriousness of the issue weighed on her face again. “Did you read it?”

Oh, Echo read it alright. And he didn’t like it at all.

“Yes, sir,” Apprehension chewed in his chest as he looked between both Ahsoka and Rex. “It’s about suspicious activities that had them sending over new scouts to the tower every other week or so because the previous ones kept disappearing. There wasn’t anything specific as to why that was happening, since it’s mostly because we don’t know what it was that made them vanish into thin air in the first place.”

“It’s strange, sir,” Tup mused. The three of them had been combing through the report during breakfast, flipped it inside out trying to make sense. “They were just… gone. We don’t know if they even struggled, since there was no evidence that said so. As if they just disintegrated on the spot. City dwellers say whoever was taking them, they were probably attacked at night.”

“From what we gathered, they didn’t even search for the missing people,” added Fives. “It’s either because they didn’t care, or they were too scared shitless to go investigate. They would at least have some idea who or what was attacking them if they did.”

“Exactly,” Ahsoka agreed. “We don’t know what happened to them, but it’s dangerous enough for the locals to consider this place as a death trap. I need you three to be careful, and keep an eye out for,” Her mouth twisted unhappily. “Whatever that thing is.”

“If you see it, you hide,” Rex said; even he had concern lurking in his eyes. “We’re not taking any chances with this thing. When we make out of this, the least we could do is warn the city of what it exactly is so that they can prepare themselves.”

Fives raised an eyebrow. “You mean if we get out of this alive.”

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Love is for Suckers - Bloomic - xyx/MC

You can read this whole fic on Ao3!

Fandom: Blooming Panic Rating: Teen - Heavy innuendo, because it's xyx and that's how he rolls. Pairings: Quest/CMC Updates: Often! The story is written and edited, but formatting is a time sink. Important Notes: Spoilers for xyx's Route. Half of this is a chatfic. Some animals are mentioned as having injuries in this fic - MC is a veterinarian, it's part of the job. Nothing graphic is mentioned, but sad things are sad sometimes ok?

Other than this initial teaser, which is not even the beginning of chapter 1, all of the fic will get posted on Ao3, with notifications of updates here. Tumblr's code doesn't like my chatfics and has eaten this post twice already and I'm just done. But I really wanted to share this with y'all.

During his voice modulator monologue moment, xyx leaned on his hand with his eyes shut, and Jess blatantly stared while he wasn’t looking back. Snakebites. Her favorite piercing. Sure, it wasn’t as adventurous as some, but… it was hot, ok? Of course, that meant when his eyes popped open to call her his ‘test bunny’, he caught her looking.

“Hey, you’re staring!”

“Shhh. I was watching respectfully.”

“Oh ho, is that it now? At least I wasn’t doing the accents, too!” he said the latter in a weird mélange of French and American, which made Jess laugh outright.

“Believe me, hearing an unaccented voice is a bloody pleasure.” Jess said, and xyx smiled.

“No joke, you actually sound like a piece of home.”

“Agreed. I think this is going pretty great for my first server call!”

“Yeah, same.” he said calmly, a soft smile on his face that sent a blush right to her cheeks.

Calm down, Jessica. He’s just a good looking man that sounds like he grew up down the street. Then what he’d said really filtered in, and she looked at him in confusion.

“…Wait, huh?”

“Huh, what?” He didn’t seem inclined to explain anything about claiming it to be his own first server call, if that even was what he was saying. “So what do you think of the server so far?”

“It’s pretty interesting.”

“Sure, sure, bound to be with this bunch of nerds.” he said, and she grinned.

“You’re one to talk, troll.”

“Me? A Troll? I’m hurt! Wounded even! But yes, I do consider myself the singular cool person among them.”

“Riiiight.” Jess rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him, careful to keep her own piercing hidden behind her lips. No use starting that discussion now, thanks.

“And on that note, it’s time for me to depart and go do more mysterious things. You, for one, have been an excellent test subject.”

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins. 

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors please dni, foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

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i am not going to write a sequel for you when you didn't even reblog the fic.

i am not going to write your request, that you sent to my dms without asking if i take requests, when i have never once seen you interact with my content.

i am not going to tag you in the sequel that i'm not going to write, when you have not even bothered to notice that the fic you're commenting on doesn't have a tag list.

fic writers are constantly begging for you to reblog our fics. to tell us something you liked about it instead of demanding more. if you're reading on this site, it is safe to assume that you've seen a post like this one.

i am not going out of my way for you when your actions demonstrate that you do not care about the time and effort that goes into my work. that you did not think it was worthy of sharing. so no, i am not writing you a sequel, or a request, or tagging you.

please do better when supporting fan creators. <3

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attention - part two

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attention | namor x reader

“Please don’t kill Riri,” you step out towards the front of the cell, placing yourself between Namor and your roommate. The g-d has his back to you but you can feel the shift that happens. You’ve caught the g-d’s attention.

Before today, you’d been acquaintances who shared a dorm. Riri had made fun of you for studying folklore and mythology at MIT. You had offered to share your microwave mac and cheese at 2 AM while you crammed for finals.

That feels like it was ages ago now. Riri doesn’t say anything but you feel her tense behind you. She’s a genius after all; with Shuri in the other room and Namor intent on killing her, she has no power over what the g-d chooses to do to you for speaking against him. You are not a genius. Nor are you a princess. And you’re certainly not a g-d. You’re just an idiot who thought her roommate was being abducted and didn’t have the sense not to follow her. Now you’re the prisoner of a Mayan serpent g-d and his blue-skinned merpeople.

Namor turns around slowly, with an air of casualty that strikes a stark contrast to how silent and still the room has gone. His deep brown eyes trail over you, taking in every inch. They spark with something too dangerous to be amusement.

“And who are you?” he asks, his accent flicking over the words like the devil’s forked tongue.

You gulp, but hold your head high. “She didn’t know about your people, she couldn’t have known she’d be putting you in danger.”

He steps forward, the soft pad of his bare feet in contrast with the sharpness of his gaze, the primal grace of his movement. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail of you. You try to hold still, but you’re sure he caught you tensing. The barest hint of smirk tugs at his lips.

“That is not an answer to my question,” he tells you.

He is close enough to the bars of the cell that you can smell saltwater on him, see where it glistens against his exposed golden skin. You’re struck by the idea that this is what it feels like to be caught in a riptide.

“I’ll answer it if you leave her alone,” you reply.

A twitch of his right eyebrow, so quick you’d have missed it entirely if you’d blinked a half second later. Something dangerous glints in the murky depths of his brown eyes. Your veins thrum with the urge to run. You’re glued to the spot. You can’t seem to look away from him, no matter how much Riri tenses behind you, no matter how much your own mind screams at you not to pick a fight with a g-d.

“I asked your name, surface dweller.”

There’s something in his eye. It’s like being swept up in a strong current.

“Y/n,”the words fall from your lips before you’re even aware you conjured them.

“Y/n,” he tries the name on his tongue.

He takes another step towards the bars of your cell, close enough that you can smell the saltwater on his skin.

“What are you doing?” Shuri’s voice echoes on the marble. You don’t glance at her, and neither does he.

“Princess,” he smiles, eyes locked on yours, “I was just meeting your friend.”

He finally, finally turns his head to look at her. The spell is broken. Your eyes dart to Shuri as he moves towards her. Her brow furrows at you, alarms ringing out from behind her eyes. It is then that you realize your eyes are wide. It is then that you realize your chest is heaving.

You watch Namor’s back as he moves to Shuri, his gait less predatory than it had been a minute ago when he advanced on you.

“Come,” he tells her. “We have much to discuss.”

The two of them walk to the door, which he gestures for her to move through first. His eyes catch yours again. His smirk is foreboding, an omen only a g-d could conjure. Your mind begs you to look away. You ignore the omen and the pleading and hold his gaze again. The smirk widens. He walks out the door.

You’re struck with the terrible feeling that this isn’t the last of your interactions with Namor. You’d acquired the attention of a g-d. It is not lost so easily.

part two

2,684 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

it’s getting to be that time of year again so this is a friendly reminder to fanfic writers:

not everyone celebrates christmas

christmas is not synonymous with winter or coziness

calling explicitly non-christian characters/people "scrooges" or "grinches" for not celebrating christmas or not “being in the christmas spirit” is not chill

erasing an explicitly non-christian character/person’s identity by having them participate fully in christmas with no thought to their own religious/cultural traditions is not chill

i'm glad y'all are having fun with your holiday! just please be respectful to the people for whom it isn't a holiday.

19,553 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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FOLLOW UP:

we don't care if Djaq cares. This post is not for Djaq, but for anyone who doesn't know either side of the story. we believe the side of the story needed to be told. for years Djaq controlled the narrative, and if there was anything left unturned it's her own fault it had been left unturned. the narrative her friends have received has been one sided, and as far as i know nobody has made any attempts to reach out and receive any comment from Nova.

however with permission of the concerned party, and anyone who actually cares enough to know the entire story: we'd like to address that.

Djaq mentioned Nova having reblogged the same photos, and I had gotten a statement from Nova regarding this: https://www.tumblr.com/thewhorrcrs/724514081814560768/because-i-got-added-to-her-fiances-dni?source=share

'me reblogging the same posts? that she keeps bringing up? i wanted to prove she was stalking me, yeah. i don't actually care about what it is she's doing on her blog. i don't care about gaea, i don't care about the content she's doing. in fact, revisiting all of this, has made me kind of sad this is where we've ended up. i just want people to see that she is in fact stalking me and it is unfair that i have to live in fear on my blog. i just want to live in peace.'

when members of the community who add Djaq to their dni are attacked by Djaq's friends (we have specific urls of those individuals who sent asks by the way, as well as the screenshots you've addressed here) - who are spewing hurtful things at them, whether Djaq knew about it or not... why would Nova wish to speak out against Djaq? why would she believe anyone would care about what she has to say? especially when nobody has even bothered to ask from Djaq's side. Believe us if you want, don't if you don't. we don't think Djaq will lose any friends over this, or expect to change anyone's mind. that's never the issue. we just don't think this has been a fair thing that's gone on.

Here are some facts:

Free templates are not copying. Having the same FC is not copying. Reblogging the same posts as someone else, musings or of a FC, is not copying. Sharing aesthetics is not copying. ESPECIALLY not when the characters are absolutely nothing alike. Plagiarism is copying. Directly knocking off / copying graphics is copying. Stealing a bio to a reasonable degree is copying.

Djaq lives by AO3 rules, she should probably know that.

Nova's tiredness is not something we can't empathize with if that is indeed the case behind it. Petty, sure. However is all of this not petty?

we hope this clears anything up for any interested parties! @whorrcr

#whorrcr

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The Phantom Revisers (A Persona 5 AU Fanfic) Chapter 3 (Part 1): The Editing Process

Previous Chapter here!

When Futaba woke up, she was back in that strange area again. The computer area as her mind was calling it. She pushed herself off the graphics card bed and walked into the cpu room, her eyes still looking around the area. It was still such a strange and fantastical setting she found herself in. But wait, how did she get here? Did she pass out or something? Her mind struggled to remember what had just occurred, then she started to remember what had occurred.

Entering that strange other world, going into the stadium, getting captured and thrown into the brig, almost being killed by Sakamoto. It was all flooding back into her mind. That all was real? And that power she wielded, that was real as well? Well damn. Made her feel like the protagonist of a Shonen anime. Which was admittedly very cool. Before she could contemplate on this more, that voice spoke to her. Igor.

“Welcome back. I’m sure you’re quite confused about what you just went through.” Igor spoke, noting the obvious confusion on her face. It wasn’t the first time he had gone through this, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. “Last time we spoke, I told you that we would meet up again once events were set into motion. And my my, it certainly has. I’m sure you have many questions, and I will answer them for you in time.”

The long nosed weird man was once again being vague about stuff. What stuff had been set into motion? Why? It was all so perplexing, and she was just left giving him a bewildered look. “You have extraordinary power.” A card would float down, a tarot card showing the fool. “You have the power of the wildcard. It is like a blank sheet of paper. Useless on its own, but the possibilities are endless.” In Futaba’s mind that only meant one thing. That she was a protagonist now! Maybe. This was still confusing, but intriguing. So, for now, she just listened like she always did.

“You have the possibility of changing not only your story, but the stories of everyone around you. Think of yourself as the author of your own story, and the stories of others. Society’s story is one that is rapidly approaching a very critical point. It’s up to you to decide whether the story has a happy ending, or a sad ending.” Well, Futaba did like writing, so that was even better!

“What was with that…thing that I summoned. Ananshi was it?” Futaba asked, remembering the book that came down and then her summoning some fantastical thing that took care of the guards that Ryuji sent out. “That is your persona. One that is a facet of you. You will find others who will find they will be able to control their own stories. Seek them out, as that will be the way for you to become stronger as well.”

She was already friends with that one guy. Sojiro was it? Were they friends? She thought they were anyways. But after what happened who knew. Maybe he didn’t want anything to do with the weirdo who suddenly put him into a strange world where they were almost killed by their gym teacher. That would certainly be a reasonable response anyways. “Next time we meet, you’ll be showing up on your own accord. Then, I’ll show you to the ones who will be helping you in your effort to rewrite the narrative of humanity.”

Wait a minute, did he just say rewrite the narrative of humanity? Wow, she really did feel like a protagonist now. “Hang on…how exactly am I supposed to do that? I write fanfiction, I don’t exactly write anything that important.” Futaba would realize how stupid she sounded but to her it was a valid question. “All will be revealed in time. For now, it is time for you to go back to the real world. We shall meet up again.” Before she knew it, everything turned to white as she woke up…

[April 10th, 2017]

“Nnngh…” Futaba groaned as her eyes slowly fluttered opened, blinking a few times to remoisturize them as she was discerning what was going on. Where was she? As she pushed herself up, that would be answered for her. She was in the attic of Café lupin. There was a part of her that wished that she was awake at her house in Yokohama but that simply wasn’t the case. “So, I’m back here…did I pass out or something?”

She heard the creaking of stairs; someone was making their way up. She went into a defensive posture, gripping the sheets in case they were going to come after her. It was then she realized it was Amamiya, who was checking up on her. “Hey you, you’re finally awake, huh?” Ren remarked with a small grin on his face as she saw how defensive she was. “What, did you expect someone to attack you? Rest assured dear; they would have to get through me first. I’m always going to keep you protected because I don’t need to be killed by Wakaba. I’d rather her date me first.”

Somehow, she was unsurprised at his reaction and just sweat dropped, letting go of the bed sheet and relaxing herself. “Anyways, everyone’s been worried about you. You’ve been passed out for the last few days!” Past few days?! What the hell? Her eyes shot open at that, and she let out a gasp. “Was I really? I don’t really remember what happened…” She lied though admittedly she genuinely didn’t remember passing out.

“Well, according to your pal uh…Sakura Sojiro I think he was called. Yeah yeah, Sakura found you passed out in the alley way near the school you were supposed to be going to. Shujin I think it was.” Oh. Yeah, she was heading to school and then everything happened. She still wasn’t sure if all of that was a dream or not, but she would figure it out. Eventually. “Yeah, we talked briefly. Not sure if I would call him a pal or not.”

It was the first time that they had met after all. That didn’t change the fact that they had gone through so much in such a short period of time. “Oh. Well, he was very concerned about you regardless. But I do have one more question. Did you buy some sort of weird robot cat thing?” Futaba raised an eyebrow out of confusion. Robot cat thing? What the heck was he talking about? Then she remembered the catgirl in that other world. Did it come back with them? “Uh…y-yeah. I had it shipped here.”

Another lie, but she couldn’t exactly explain that she found it in some other world. “Anyways, get dressed. You’re going to school soon. For real this time. You’re already on thin ice, you don’t need to end up drowning.” He was right. She really didn’t need to end up getting put in Juvie over not going to school she was forced to go through because of probation. She forced herself out of bed as he was making his way downstairs. She was still in her school outfit, but it probably smelled a bit.

As she was getting herself presentable for school, she checked for her phone. It was thankfully sitting on her computer desk. She was looking and saw that apparently, she had missed a few phone calls from Wakaba and a few texts from her from the day that things had happened, basically asking why the hell she wasn’t at school yet and what was going on. In addition, there were a few texts from a number that she didn’t recognize. Did her number get leaked or something?

[Text from: Unknown]

[???]: Hey, this is Sakura, Sojiro. I got your number from your mom.

[Sojiro]: I hope you are doing alright. I’m still reeling over what happened and all that.

[Sojiro]: When you wake up, please text me back. I want to talk to you. I’ll make sure to get you to school.

[Sojiro]: I know this doesn’t make any sense, but I wonder if there’s any way we can go back to that world.

[Sojiro]: Oh, and I think that android thing we found is in the real world. It apparently took the form of a cat or something. I still can’t make any heads or tails of any of this.

[Sojiro]: Thanks for saving my life btw. I know you’re a good person despite your record.

Futaba looked at the series of texts and let off a small sigh of relief. Okay good, it was just Sojiro. She didn’t know much about him, besides the fact that he was wanting to work for the government and such. But she knew that he had a good heart. So, she decided to text him back.

[Text From: Futaba]

[Futaba]: Heh, you got my number from my mom :-P

[Futaba]: I’m finally awake though. Feel like a character who just woke up from a coma though lol

[Futaba]: Yeah, apparently it is in the form of a cat or something. Anyways, I’m getting ready for school. We can meet up at Itchome station.

[Futaba]: What a weird day the other day was.

[Sojiro]: Tell me about it. See you there.

Since she wouldn’t be able to shower until after school at the earliest, she put on more deodorant than usual, sprayed herself down with perfume until it was a bit overpowering. She then grabbed her phone and her bag and made her way downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and curry hitting her nose. Amamiya was finishing up prep work to open the café, and he turned to look at her. “Ah, there you are. Isshiki-chan. Delighted to see you up and about. I made you your lunch today.”

“I thought I was supposed to fend for myself, like a character starting off on their journey.” Futaba was perplexed but wasn’t going to complain. Perhaps mom made him do so? Or maybe this was just a pity offering again after passing out. “Surprised my mom didn’t make this for me though.” Futaba added on though was hearing sounds of mechanical buzzing and whirling. Turning her attention to the source of the noise, she saw a mechanical cat of sorts rolling towards her.

It resembled a cat, ears, and a tail and all that. But it was clearly mechanical in nature as it was walking towards her. “Your mother, your oh so sweet and lovable mother has overslept it seems. You know, she hasn’t really been acting like her normal self these past few days. She seems so down in the dumps. Yet she rejects me when I merely try to help cheer her up!” God, she forgot how annoying Amamiya could be. But hearing that her mom was down in the dumps made her lips curl into a frown.

Before she could make a response to that, she felt a rubbing against her legs. Oh yeah, the mechanical cat. “Ah yes, and your android cat thing is down there. I don’t understand how you bought something as advanced as that on a whim. Must’ve been expensive.” “I uh, got a good deal on it?” Futaba replied sheepishly, looking down at it. “Ah, you must be M012G4NA …I’m calling you Mona.” “My designation is indeed M012G4NA. However, if you wish you can call me Mona.” The android cat said in a typical ai sounding tone.

“I wish to come with you in order to figure out why my memory banks were wiped, and the purpose of my existence is.” Ah right. He had amnesia basically. The tropes were right there and waiting. “In addition, I can get into a compact shape for better portability if need be.” To demonstrate, Mona would start to compact himself, tail and legs going into his body. He looked more like a small body with a head now. “Wow, that’s uh, amazing. I guess you can come with me then.” But where to? Oh!

Her bag! That’s it. She opened her bag up and put the android cat into her bag. He was a bit heavy though but oh well. She grabbed her lunch and put it in the bag alongside him. “Appreciate the lunch, and uh, don’t worry, I’m planning on getting to school this time. I already feel bad enough for not getting to school.” As she was heading out, she saw Wakaba make her way in. Perfect timing, considering she wanted to talk about something important before leaving.

“Hey mom, can we talk really quick? In private.” Wakaba raised an eyebrow at that and just nodded. It was clear she was tired and didn’t get much sleep and was looking down in the dumps still. Was it her fault? Futaba motioned for her to follow, and they made their way upstairs to the attic area. Man, this android cat was heavy; it was going to take a bit to get used to. Once they were in her room, she turned to look at Wakaba. “So um, while I did pass out before getting to school, that’s not the full story. I still don’t understand fully though what happened.”

“What do you mean sweetie?” Wakaba had a concerned tone evident in her voice. Did something else happen? As far as she could tell, Futaba wasn’t sick, but she had passed out. There was a possibility of something but there was no way she knew about that, right? “Is everything alright? You didn’t hit your head, or anything did you?” Despite everything, she was still showing her motherly ways to her daughter by showing immense concern.

“N-No, at least I don’t think so. I don’t remember anyways.” She was glad that Wakaba was concerned, but she wasn’t sure how she would react to the next stuff. “So, um... before I passed out, and I’m not entirely sure how this happened still, but I found myself in some alternate world. I was near my school, and it suddenly transformed into like this story book location of some arena that also was pirate themed. It was like a shrine for that gym teacher or something. A lot happened in there.”

Wakaba just stared at Futaba for a second with a bewildered expression before saying something unexpected. “You must’ve just dreamt all that Futaba.” “Huh? I wasn’t mom. Look, it doesn’t make any sense but- “She was interrupted by a sudden sharp tone. “I said, you dreamt that Futaba. I’m not going to repeat myself. Do not bring that up again. I mean it.” Man, she wasn’t expecting that tone that was for sure.

After a moment to compose herself, Futaba attempted to speak up. “Mom, you always told me to be honest with you. I’m being honest with you right now about what happened. It was like I was suddenly in an iskeai and I’m still processing what’s going on. Why would I dream up something so vivid like that?” It was clear that Wakaba was getting increasingly upset at this by the scowl that had formed on her face. “Futaba dear. I love you to death, but I forbid you from ever bringing that up again. I will start revoking internet privileges from you if you do. Do you understand me?!”

Futaba just gritted her teeth and her hands turned into fists. It was clear that she was trying to hide something from her. She knew that her mom was working on stuff that she didn’t allow her to be privy of. This had to be related to it. After a bit and having to hold back, she just started to walk towards the stairs. “Fine. Don’t listen to me then. Shows how much you care about your daughter who could’ve been killed, and you would never know it. Maybe you aren’t that good of a mom after all.”

Those words were sharp like knives as Futaba made her way down the stairs after going back momentarily to grab her headphones, barely paying attention as Wakaba tried to say that she was just trying to protect her, but to no avail. At this point Futaba was just too upset, grabbing the tub that had her lunch curry in it and tossed it into her bag before making her way out. Mona would stick their head out, concerned. “I do not mean to intrude, but are you alright? That did not sound like a pleasant conversation just now.”

“It’s fine.” She lied through her gritted teeth making her way to the station. “I just thought I’d tell the truth to the one person who I have the most truth for and get punished for it. I’m fine.” Another lie that was obvious from her tone and body posture. “Perhaps she has a reason. However, it seems that she did not handle the situation the most ideal fashion. But I do not have much more information to give to you at this current time. However, what you saw was real, regardless of what she said.”

This android cat thing was right, and it helped calm her down a bit. Regardless of what her mom said, it was real. And she intended on seeing more of it. “We’re going there after school. This time on purpose. It’s my main quest right now.” Futaba was feeling energized about that proclamation as she got onto the subway and was standing in a crowd of people, playing some music through her headphones to drown out the music once again.

The time flew by, and eventually she was at Itchome station. Getting off, she noted that Sojiro was there waiting for her. “Was wondering when you’d arrive. This time I’m making sure you’re getting to school. Can’t exactly learn if you never get to school, you know.” That wasn’t entirely true, but it did elicit a chuckle from her. “Well, I can’t fail my quest to get to school with you by my side, now, can I?”

“You did the first time Isshiki-san. But that was entirely your fault.” “How is it my fault?!” She went on the defensive as they made their way out of the station, taking that same short cut towards the school. “You have that app that brought us there. So therefore, with that logic, you are at fault. It’s really that simple.”

“That logic of yours is already annoying.” Futaba just let off an aggravated sigh as the school was now in full view. There were some hushed whispers around them, consisting of people saying that was the hacker girl who stole information and freaking out not wanting their information compromised, as they really didn’t want what they searched for on school wifi to be found out. Some speculated that she was too good to go to school, the usual rumor gossiping stuff.

“I wouldn’t listen to them. The last few days that you haven’t been here, rumors about you have been spreading like wildfire. Unfortunately, most of these people just blindly follow what they hear. It’s basic herd mentality really.” Sojiro just remarked, an icy cold glare going towards those who were staring at them. “That bag looks awfully heavy by the way. What do you have in it?” “The android cat thing.” “What…why?” “It wanted to join me, and I said sure. I have a new party member now.” Upon hearing that, Sojiro just shook his head. “Anyways, I’m in 2-D, so we’re in the same class by the way.”

At the very least, Futaba had someone who was gonna stick up to her during class. Making their way in, Futaba’s eyes shifted around. First time she was in here, it was empty. But now the place was buzzing with activity. It was really hitting her now that this was the place, she was going to be spending most of her time at for the next year. Looking down the hall to her right though she noticed something going on. Sakamoto had a student cornered and was about to lay into them it seemed like.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your damn excuses any more Suzui! It’s always one thing or another with you. Either your leg hurts or your stomach hurts. I’ve had it up to here with these excuses!” He was irate and slammed his hand into the wall. “You want to be a part of the track team? To accomplish something with your life? Then get out there and do something! You wanted so badly to be on the team, and now you won’t even contribute! God, you make me sick.”

The young woman, that being Suzui Shiho, was whimpering and trying to slip from him but couldn’t and was taking the verbal abuse head on. She was a first-year student, and known for her athleticism, particularly regarding track and field. She was being considered a prodigy and was happily put on the team. However, her reputation was a huge strain on her, causing her to slip up. That and the apparent berating from the track coach didn’t help anything.

Normally she had her hair tied up, but today it was down, and she was experiencing one of the worst berating yet. “I once had a broken leg, an effin broken leg and you know what I did?! I went on to win Gold for the 200M dash at the Olympics! So, you can do the same thing!” God, Sakamoto was absolutely infuriating, and she turned to Sojiro who seemed to be unfortunately used to this and was just letting things go. All the students and faculty seemed to be unmoved by what was going on.

Well, she had seen enough abuse and bullying at her old school and middle school, and she wasn’t going to take this. She marched up to him, and with a nervous stride, spoke up. “Hey, leave her alone! A teacher isn’t supposed to be abusing a student like that. Talk about a power imbalance there.” Sakamoto immediately turned around after hearing that and glared icy daggers at her. “Oh, you’re the hacker girl. You have no right to be saying that after leaking personal data for your own benefit.”

“I would tell you that I didn’t do that, but nobody seems to believe me. It doesn’t matter! S-She’s crying! Look at her!” Suzui really was crying, big hot tears rolling down her cheek as the harassment was just too much for her today. The truth was, she was feeling just fine, she just couldn’t stand the back handed encouragement that he gave, and how condescending and cruel he could be. And the bragging, oh god the bragging. It was just too much for her.

“Well, maybe if she bothered to put in any effort, then she wouldn’t deserve it.” Hearing that just made Futaba’s stomach churn. “She doesn’t deserve to be…be abused! I’ve dealt with my own bullying and harassment enough to see the patterns. Just leave her alone!” It was clear that Sakamoto was royally pissed off, and the onlookers were gasping and awing at the fact that someone stood up to him. “You’re on my shit list now. More so than before. This isn’t over Suzui-chan. I expect to see you on the field after school.”

Making his exit, Futaba let off a huge breath. Holy shit, she stood up to someone? Maybe it was because of the power that she felt, the power to change people’s narratives and stories. Regardless, she looked at Suzui and felt so bad for the poor young girl. “Um…you want a hug?” Yeah, a hug from a stranger. That was going to fix everything. But, in a shocking twist, Suzui pulled Futaba into a big, giant hug and was getting tear stains on her messy school uniform.

For the next minute, Futaba was used to get out all those emotions that were pouring out of her out, despite them only meeting up for the first time. It was probably some sort of reflexive move since nobody wanted to help. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…um…I don’t even know who you are.” Suzui tried to move away awkwardly, realizing what she had just done. “Uh, don’t worry, heh. I asked if you wanted one. I’m Isshiki Futaba. It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Suzui Shiho.” She responded with a downtrodden tone. “You must be the transfer student that was supposed to be here the other day. They’ve been talking about you…said you did something horrible at your old school. But um…you don’t seem like the type who would do something bad. Especially if you’re willing to stand up for me.”

“I’ve been bullied and harassed too much to not stand up for others. Sheesh though, he’s like an anime villain though.” It was especially true with that pirate motif that he had in his…whatever that place was called. “Heh heh, I guess that’s true. You’re a second year, right?” Suzui asked and when she got confirmation of that, gave a bow. “Thank you so much Isshiki-senpai for helping me.”

Being called senpai was weird but she appreciated it. “I didn’t do anything really. I didn’t even really complete a quest. Just doing what I felt was right.” They would hear the bells for first period, and it was time to go. “We can meet up at lunch or something if you want to talk more Suzui-chan.” “Thanks but I’m going to be busy during then. See you around Isshiki-senpai!”

Now it was time for Futaba and Sojiro to make their way up the stairs and to 2-D before they were considered late. Which they were barely able to make it in time to see their teacher, Ann Takamaki getting prepared for things. Finally, the new student was here. “Okay class, before we start today, I want to introduce our new student.” Futaba was put under the spotlight already before she even got a chance to find the one open spot, which seemed to be right next to Sojiro in the middle of the room.

She made her way up to the front of the class and gave a polite bow before writing her name on the board. “I’m um…sure you’ve heard about what I was accused of doing. I’m also sure nobody’s going to believe me when I say that I didn’t do it.” She heard the whispers of course. They were afraid that their data was going to be leaked and she was going to blackmail them. “Okay okay, that’s enough. We aren’t here to judge her for past mistakes, alright? She’ll be here for the next year and if I hear you all go after her, you’ll get to clean this whole classroom up twice. If you all continue you will be required to stay after every day to clean. Understood?”

That seemed to shut everyone up quickly. “It’s nice to meet you all regardless.” She bowed before rushing back to her seat, her heart beating a bit fast. It was like she had dozens of eyes all on her at once. God, she hated this, her social anxiety was quickly rising to a fever pitch. “Ahem. Anyways, I’ll get you caught up with what you’re behind on, Isshiki. As for the rest of you, please turn in your homework I assigned yesterday regarding adjectives in English.”

Mona stuck out his head from the bag after papers were brought up. “You did the right thing by helping that lady earlier. Good job Futaba. I wish to speak to her though, as she seemed pretty.” Seriously? The android cat boy was having a crush on someone? Well, that was just lovely. “I’m sorry to tell you though that you wouldn’t stand a chance with her Mona. Because well…you are an android cat.” “We shall see about that. I believe I can charm her.” “You have about as much chance as me getting in a relationship. 0%.”

She couldn’t believe she was arguing with this thing but here she was. Pushing that aside, she focused on just getting through her first day of school in Shujin academy. Thankfully for her, it seemed to fly by, mostly getting forgotten as she was listening to classes and taking down notes. All the teachers were kind enough to give her material to catch up with because of her unexpected passing out. Lunch break came quicker than expected, and she saw Suzui at one point, but was unable to talk to her as she left to go somewhere.

The end of the school day arrived and as she was heading out to meet up with Sojiro, she once again noticed Suzui who was heading to the practice field. From her demeanor she really didn’t want to go but didn’t have any choice. Futaba made her way to the upset girl and tried to cheer her up. “Hey. Uh, sorry for surprising you. Hug again?” That seemed to help before but unfortunately, she was turned down. “No, sorry Isshiki-senpai. Don’t worry about me, alright? It won’t matter anyways…”

There were some red flags running through Futaba’s head, but she really needed to meet up with Sojiro. “Look, I barely know you, we’re basically level 0 in terms of acquaintances. But I do know that you deserve to be treated better than you did. We can hang out tomorrow if you like, Suzui-chan. It’s not like I have many friends here.” There was a lengthy pause, Suzui clearly contemplating with, her lips slightly agape. “Sure, Isshiki-senpai! I’d love to spend time with you!”

That made Futaba smile, as she knew that this young woman was going through a lot. “Good. I’ll set my objective marker then! Tomorrow after school. I’m not all that familiar with this area though.” “Don’t worry, I’ll show you around. I gotta go now, before I get yelled at again. I’ll see you around Isshiki-senpai!” A much more motivated and happier Suzui made her way towards the practice area and Futaba had a sense of relief hit her. But there was still some worry, a lot of it in fact.

Sojiro was waiting them by the front door as she walked out of the school. He seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood. Her curiosity was peaked. “What’s got you in a good mood Sakura-san?” Futaba asked. “Oh, you know, I got some damn good coffee today, so I’m in a good mood. It’s actually because of you.” Because of her huh? Now her curiosity was really piqued. “What do you mean because of me?” “Because you stood up to him like that. You defended Suzui-chan. She’s been bullied by him and others for a while now. I tried to help but it just got me into a bad spot. I’m proud of you.”

“Man, you sound like my mom. Always praising me like that.” Futaba just shook her head. “Heh, I met her you know. I know exactly where you get your traits from.” Sojiro retorted back. “Anyways, I want to see more of that world we were in. There’s something we can do in there I think.” “That is correct. The power to change the stories of many individuals are in there. Including of the one that you refer to as Sakamoto-sensei.” Mona told them, peeking out of the bag again.

“And with my protagonist like powers we shouldn’t have any problems!” Futaba sounded a bit smug as she said that, but it was true. Hopefully anyways. Now it was time to head to the alleyway where they had initially entered the world at. Once they made their way there, she pulled out her phone out and pressed the Metanarrative app. It asked for a name and title or used a saved search. She didn’t realize this was how it worked; and it seemed that they triggered this by accident.

“So, when we entered that world, it was because we accidentally put in the stuff that it needed.” Now that Sojiro was thinking about it, he did say a title. He thought he was just being clever at the time. “…Damn. I guess it’s my fault then.” “Ha! I knew it. I knew it wasn’t my fault.” “Shut it Sakura-san!” “Wehehehe, it’s your fault, it’s your fault!” “I said shut it Sakura-san!” The two would have a playful back and forth before she pressed the button, and they would end back up in that world again.

Chapter 3 Part 2 Here!

#Writing #Fanfiction #The Phantom Revisers (A Persona 5 Fanfic) #Chapter 3: The Editing Process #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Fanfiction #Long Post #cw: abuse

[madscientist008]

Woman asks graphic designer to remove worker picking trash from background, see what happens next

Hey, tumblr fam! I have something to share with you that will make you laugh and cringe at the same time. You know how some people are so obsessed with their selfies that they don’t care about anything else in the picture? Well, this woman took it to a whole new level when she asked a graphic designer to remove a worker picking trash from the background of her photo.

The graphic designer is none other than James Fridman, the master of photoshop trolling who has a huge following on social media for his hilarious edits. He often receives requests from people who want him to alter their photos in some way, but he always gives them a twist that they don’t expect.

This woman sent him a photo of herself posing on a street, with a woman worker taking out trash in the background. She wrote: “Hi, James, I really like this photo but could you do something about the trash lady? I don’t like the orange in the picture.”

Now, you would think that she meant the orange trash bag, right? But no, she was actually referring to the woman worker’s orange vest! How rude and insensitive is that? She wanted to erase a hardworking person from her photo just because she didn’t like her color.

Well, James Fridman decided to teach her a lesson by giving her exactly what she asked for. He removed the woman worker from the photo, but he also removed all the trash bins from the street. The result was a photo of the woman surrounded by piles of garbage all over the place. He captioned it with a simple “Done”.

The edited photo went viral on Twitter, with over 260k likes and thousands of comments. People praised James Fridman for his clever response and slammed the woman for her disrespect towards the worker. Some even made their own edits of the photo, adding more trash or replacing the woman with the worker.

Here are some of the reactions:

Hahahaha fabulous!

The right edit.

James is a legend.

What the Pixel says. (Had to do that again.)

I’m no expert but she could have just

What do you think of this photoshop fail? Do you agree with James Fridman’s edit? Let me know in the comments below!

#JamesFridman #FunnyPhotoshop #UnexpectedEdits #PhotoshopTrolls #HumorousResponses #LessonsInHumility #SocialAwareness #RespectAllWorkers #news #writers #photography #madscientistwriting

[crazybigredlove]

15th November 2013

Dear Pete, 

Another friend request was sent, this one I didn't accept, but then I didn't exactly say no to the knock on the door. 

Opening it, my heart launched into my throat and though my lips moved making the shapes that would usually produce sounds, no noise came out. "Liv, mate. How're you?" Nodding was the only response I could manage. Grinning, he reached out to wrap me in his embrace. "I missed you." 

Pulling me close I breathed in his scent and felt that familiar rush, but there was a gnawing. Deep down in my gut something wasn't right. He threw himself down on the couch in that way that he used to and I slowly lowered myself down onto the seat across from him. Sitting perfectly upright and with one eyebrow raised I stared at him, the voice in my head screaming that this was one of those men I absolutely needed to kick out of my life. "What're you doing here?" "Aren't you happy to see me?" There was a pause. I didn't know if I was. Here he was, right where I'd wanted him to be all along, appearing on the doorstep without a call or even a message, but now it had happened I didn't know because from the laissez faire manner it was apparent that he was still in a plus one situation. It didn't feel real. It felt like walking through a haze, or like a dream that after all this time he had magically appeared in. "How did you get a leave pass?" "I don't want to talk about her." "From memory you don't often want to talk about anything, that's not really where your interests lie." There was a smile on my face, but it was empty. He returned it all the same. 

"It's good to see you." With a smile I nodded, but that was all. The situation was causing a tide of emotions to swell inside me. He smiled and I wanted to smile back, but when I did it was completely devoid of warmth and emotion. It was hard to tell where it started, but I felt it spreading. Slowly it made it's way through my body till it had enveloped all my skin, wrapping me up in a tight cocoon. Numbness. A bubble of nothing to protect myself from him. "So how long are you visiting for? How long before you have somewhere else to be or before you need to check-in with your keeper?" "Let it go." 

Then he kissed me. He wasn't even pretending that it was my shining personality that had drawn him across town and tempted him to cheat on his girlfriend. With that kiss he shifted our liaison from a confused mess, to something lacking any level of respect or warmth whatsoever. He'd forced us into a casual sex relationship like Andrew had suggested I needed, where we ignored our history and the real world for half an hour. What happened once we were done though? Did we go our separate ways as if nothing had transpired? 

I'll spare you most of the graphics except for that he didn't call me baby anymore. After all that time of wanting him to stop, he finally had and now I really wasn't sure how I felt about that. 

But what was I to him? Was I some sort of challenge or conquest? Unfinished business? The need to know he was still wanted? Or something I would never understand? 

It was emotionless. There was no guilt or intense intimacy attached to it and as it went on I wanted it to be over. Not because it was bad, but because I don't enjoy sex devoid of intimacy. Going through the motions with someone who doesn't care about me isn't a particularly arousing experience. 

It continued all the same. 

Kissing me, but without the lust and passion that had been there the first time, his phone began to ring beside us. "It's her." "You have to answer it, don't you?" 

"Be quiet, okay?" So he reached out, our bodies were still very much intertwined, but now his phone was to his ear and he lowered his voice. "Baby, I'm just getting out of the shower, I'll call you back." 

Placing the phone back down on the nightstand he got straight back into it without missing a beat and continued to sweat and breathe all over me. 

I know I should've pushed him off, should've screamed at him, but I lay there frozen in a puddle of disgust. There was no more doubt or hesitation, once he finished we would be done. Forever. 

And I needed him to keep going. If he stopped, if he showed any remorse, it would be too easy to forgive him. He had to keep going so that once we were done I had every reason in the world to hate him. 

The phone rang three more times before we were finished. Twice more after that it broke through the silence while he was in the shower. Once it pierced my ears while he was getting dressed. As we walked back out towards the couch he answered his seventh call from her in thirty-five minutes. 

"Fucking hell, babe. I said I'd call you soon," he said as he casually draped an arm over my shoulders. There was silence from him, but I could've heard her a decent distance away. "Babe. Cut it out. You need to calm down. I told you I'd be at home tonight, stop fucking freaking out. I'll talk to you later." He hung up on her. 

"So you guys are still going well I see?" "She's fucking intense," he said with a roll of his eyes. "We're good though." "You do understand where you are, right? That where you are and what you just did would suggest to ninety-nine percent of the population that you actually aren't that good?" 

Shrugging, he stood up and helped himself to the fridge. "I don't give a fuck what other people think." "Not even her?" I asked, but I may as well have been speaking to myself. 

A short time passed and he left, frustrated by my refusal to engage him in conversation other than the superficial. With the promise he'd call soon he disappeared out the door. It wasn't intentional, that wall going back up, my mind was too caught up in processing it all. There wasn't even an accidental 'baby' for me this time, not even while he was cheating on his real 'baby' like it was as commonplace and insignificant as brushing your teeth each day. 

He left and I spent the following twenty minutes headfirst in the toilet bowl, my body having a violent and painful reaction to what had transpired. 

There's still nothing now that he's left. If you're disappointed in me it's okay, I am too. I wish I understood it. Falling asleep without any problems, when the phone rang at 3am I was ready to tell him to fuck off for good, rather than letting him fade into the background like I'd been hoping he would. 

"Liv!" My eyes sprang open. "Will? Why are you calling? What time is it?" The Czech giggled. "Always so happy to hear from me." "I'm not unhappy," I said yawning. "Big night?" "Yeah, I'm getting off at my stop. I wish it was your stop." "Huh?" I rubbed at my eyes, wiping away the stray sleep. "I wish I was at your stop. I think about you so much." "What're you saying?" "I think I actually love you." "Okay, you need to come over. Right now. To my front door. You need to tell me that to my face." He started whispering, hiding his words from someone. Unfortunately he did his job too well and I couldn't catch a word of it. 

"I can't hear you, can you-" That was all I got out before the telltale beep of a phone that is switching itself off. It took me an hour to get back to sleep - the maximum amount of time that it would've taken him to get here from any of his usual haunts - but he didn't show. 

Drunk in the ungodly hours of the morning he'd told me he loved me and I knew that if he didn't turn up then and admit to it, then it either wasn't real or he would never tell me it was, which I was finally learning is basically the same thing. 

Liv x 

[ayzrules]

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#its so insanely hard to not attribute the worth/good-ness of my content to likes and comments :| #i'm not talking about tumblr but like #on 2 other sites #i posted on some threads and on the posts directly above & below mine there were a few specific ppl who'd liked those posts but #had apparently skipped over mine #and i know it doesnt MEAN anything but it still makes me feel kind of shitty #especially because i dont share any of this with anyone i know rl #and the only reason i put it on tumblr is for storage/backup #so its not like im getting much viewership in the first place anyway #hate that im like this :^) #its honestly not a new thing but its gotten to the point where #i cant stand to see one of my friends rb'ing other ppls random edits & shit (not fandom or anything) when she literally didnt #even say anything or care when i sent her some graphics i made for her bday #i just unfollowed/stopped talking in the discord looooooool hate that im like this! : )

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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laurent is a good person - book 1 meta

one of the most amazing things about captive prince is how the reveals in book 3 recontextualize all of the scenes leading up to them, including about laurent himself. in book one, all we see is damen pov as he’s being abused and humiliated by this supposedly spoiled, vile ice prince. when the regent comes to damen and subtly (and not so subtly) insults laurent, calling him unfit to rule - well, why would he think anything different? laurent has insulted him, had him whipped within an inch of his life, and even attempted to (and later successfully lmfao) have him raped while drugged out of his mind. 

after book 3 we can reread most if not all of book 1 as a very traumatized boy who has finally been confronted with the man who killed his brother, leaving him alone with his abusive uncle, and who he clearly has made into a complete monster in his own mind. damen of course sees him as a complete bitch, but there’s textual/subtextual evidence that laurent is well liked, and that his behavior during book 1 was actually pretty out of character for him. i’d like to provide some examples of that now!!!!

“Laurent had stopped dead the moment he had seen Damen, his face turning white as though in reaction to a slap, or an insult. Damen’s view, half-truncated by the short chain at this neck, had been enough to see that. But Laurent’s expression had shuttered quickly.” Captive Prince, Chapter One

i couldn’t resist adding this one in hehe. laurent recognizes damen!! he’s come down, knowing his uncle has devised another truly horrendous and triggering “gift” and that he’ll lose support if he calls it our for what it truly is, only to find out that it’s fucking damianos of akielos sent to him as a sex slave. a jab at laurent’s trauma about auguste and also a jab at laurent’s frigid sexuality - which ofc is completely the regent’s fault. fuck that guy so much lmfao 

“‘It’s so rare to see you at these entertainments, Your Highness,’ said Vannes.” Captive Prince, Chapter Two.

this is right before the fight between govart and damen in the ring, of course. damen sees laurent as depraved and vile as the sexual sadism on display by the veretian court, and considers him to be a willing purveyor of it. this is wrong, of course, as said by vannes here. laurent has only shown up because he wants to humiliate damen lmfao.

“He did remember being supported by two of the guards, here, in this room, while Radel stared athis back in horror. ‘The Prince really . . . did this.’ ‘Who else?’ Damen said. Radel had stepped forward, and slapped Damen across the face; it was a hard slap, and the man wore three rings on each finger. ‘What did you do to him?’ Radel demanded.” Captive Prince, Chapter Four

this scene, to me, was the most telling lmfao. it’s right after damen is whipped. you could argue that radel is just a servant in the employ of the royal household, so is of course going to be loyal to the prince, but he seems genuinely surprised of the prince’s cruelty towards damen. not only that, but he slaps him and immediately assumes damen must have done something. which - i mean, technically he did lmao. not necessarily enough to deserve having the skin flayed from his back, but you know. if laurent was in the habit of torturing pets and slaves, why would the overseer react this way?

“The men guarding him were the Prince’s Guard, and had no affiliation with the Regent whatsoever. It surprised Damen how loyal they were to their Prince, and how diligent in his service, airing none of the grudges and complaints that he might have expected, considering Laurent’s noxious personality. Laurent’s feud with his uncle they took up wholeheartedly; there were deep schisms and rivalries between the Prince’s Guard and the Regent’s Guard, apparently.” Captive Prince, Chapter Four

laurents relationships with his guards are also some of the biggest indicators that he isn’t just a spoiled brat, but can insire a deep loyalty in his men. even if they do all want to fuck him. ah, sexual harassment. it’s also hilarious that damen immediately assumes they’re loyal to him because they want to fuck him - nice projection there, dude. we know a bit more about laurent and his guards thanks to green but for a season, but this little bit here is interesting.

“Laurent was indeed good at talking. He accepted sympathy gracefully. He put his position rationally. He stopped the flow of talk when it became dangerously critical of his uncle. He said nothing that could be taken as an open slight on the Regency. Yet no one who talked to him could have any doubt that his uncle was behaving at best misguidedly and at worst treasonously.”  Captive Prince, Chapter Five

idek what to say here. laurent my beloved <3333

“‘When someone doesn’t like you very much, it isn’t a good idea to let them know that you care about something,’ said Laurent. Damen felt himself turn ashen, as the threat sank in. ‘Would it hurt worse than a lashing for me to cut down someone you care for?’ said Laurent.” Captive Prince, Chapter Seven

this isn’t really relevant to my thesis lmfao i just love this exchange bc it gives SO MUCH information about laurent and his uncle in just three lines of dialogue. what has the regent done, who did he cut down just to hurt laurent? when and how did laurent learn that? p a i n 

“Laurent’s fussy horse began acting out again, and he leaned forward in the saddle, murmuring something as he stroked her neck in an uncharacteristically gentle gesture to quiet her.” Captive Prince, Chapter Nine. 

HORSEY NO- lmfao this scene just hurts so badly on the reread. especially later on, in book 3 i think, where laurent says something like “i provoked my uncle.” he’s really blaming himself for his uncle KILLING HIS HORSE, his horse that his murdered brother trained, one of the only living connections to auguste... all because his uncle could not let a single miniscule plan laurent had set go through without some kind of repercussion. literally all laurent did was do something to stop an innocent group of people from being abused, nothing to undermine his uncle’s rule, but because the regent is VILE he could not let laurent have even this. he’s so good with her, too. he must have known by this point and also known that there was no way to stop this. P A I N

“‘I know that you have somehow arranged this,’ said Erasmus. He was incapable of hiding what he felt, and just seemed to radiate embarrassed happiness. ‘You kept your promise. You and your master. I told you he was kind,’ Erasmus said. ‘You did,’ said Damen. He was pleased to see Erasmus happy. Whatever Erasmus believed about Laurent, Damen wasn’t going to dissuade him. ‘He’s even nicer in person. Did you know he came and talked to me?’ said Erasmus. ‘—He did?’ said Damen. It was something he couldn’t imagine. ‘He asked about . . . what happened in the gardens. Then he warned me. About last night.’ ‘He warned you,’ said Damen. ‘He said that Nicaise would make me perform before the court and it would be awful, but that if I was brave, something good might come at the end of it.’ Erasmus looked up at Damen curiously. ‘Why do you look surprised?’ ‘I don’t know. I shouldn’t be. He likes to plan things in advance,’ said Damen.” Captive Prince, Chapter 9.

this is the first in-text confirmation we have that laurent has a good heart beneath his layers and layers of trauma-induced lashing out. book one often skeeves people out because of its graphic and, honestly, yes, kind of sexualized depiction of rape, slavery, and depravity, but beneath it all you meet these two protagonists who are going to have all of their most deeply held views about each other challenged. laurent from very early on is shaken to his core when damen refuses to rape nicaise in the ring - it cracks the very foundations of the person he’d built up in his head as this horrible monster who killed his brother in cold blood. and damen keeps defying laurents expectations by being a good person through and through. on the other hand, laurent spends the first part of the book taking out years of anger on damen, but here for the first time we see him do something just because its the kind thing to do. yes, torveld is an ally against his uncle, but laurent has clearly been scheming with him for a while now, and he’s now overlooking his hatred of damen and working with him just because none of the slaves deserve whats happened to them. it’s such a sweet moment.

“One of the other men, eyeing them, approached a moment later. ‘Don’t mind Jean. He’s in a foul mood. He was the one had to stick a sword through the mare’s throat and put her down. The Prince tore strips off him for not doing it fast enough.’” Captive Prince, Chapter Nine.

HORSEY NO- pt 2. this is just another really sweet and sad detail - laurent being so upset that the horse’s death could have been more painless. it must have hurt so much to see her in pain, and to know that the only way for that pain to end was being put down as quickly as possible. i wuv him. im sad

that’s it, though there are still a few more chapters left in the book. this isn’t providing any new information, of course, the path of the three books is to show that laurent isnt the man we meet in book one, that he’s actually sweet, and earnest, and he’s been fighting his own battle practically alone against his abuser since he was fifteen years old. also, the reveal that laurent knew who damianos was from the start makes it clear imo that all of his violence in book 1 was supposed vengence, not... him being evil. he apologizes explicitly in-text, and also, all of the acts of violence he commits cause serious problems for him in terms of his future alliance which he then needs to fix. i just love how layered these books are, how there’s so much information in them that makes rereading almost more fun than reading them for the very first time!

#Captive Prince #captive prince meta #damen x laurent #Laurent of Vere #Damianos of Akielos