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mayhem24-7forever · 2 years

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The Littlest Cowgirl and the Mean Old Bull (Whumptober 2022)

Whumptober Prompts (from this list): Lies - New Scars - Breathing Through The Pain

Character: Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Author’s Notes: If you are not over eighteen, this is not for you! I deserve a safe place to express myself and that includes not wanting minors to read my content, even when it is not sexual in nature. Thank you. I am REALLY sorry that this is late but I really am trying my best okay! I actually switched this with day 15 bc I had no inspiration for that day and I wanted to write this one lmao. HUGE thank you to @jostystyles for looking over this for me, this is for you baby. fic dividers by my darling @a-reader-and-a-writer, thank you so so much

Warnings: ANGST, bull riding, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, blood and gore, low key religious trauma, hospitals, misplaced guilt, (AKA Jo traumatizes Rhett’s five year old daughter for 4.5k words)

“Momma hurry up! We’re gonna miss daddy’s ride!” the little girl called, dragging her mother towards the stands and through the crowd by the hand.

“Slow down Annie!” Y/N laughed, shaking her head as her five year old daughter plowed through the crowd of adults without hesitation. “We have time!”

Angelica Abbott was definitely her father’s daughter, all attitude and sass, just like Rhett. She stomped through, weaving through the legs of the crowd, her tiny pink cowgirl boots kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she went. For her outfit that evening (she always dressed up for daddy’s rodeos), she had chosen to dress in a miniature matching version of what her father was wearing, a dark blue flannel and jeans, her hair braided into two tails under her pink cowgirl hat.

She didn’t slow down, not satisfied until her and her mother had taken their seats in the stands with grandpa Royal. The rodeo was on the other side of the state from Wabang as it was a big competition and so Rhett and his wife had decided to make it into a little vacation for Annie. Royal had come to see his son compete in the biggest competition of his career, Cecelia staying home to watch Amy as Perry had gone on another bender and as such was unfit. Annie climbed up the stands and hopped into her grandfather’s lap as her mother trailed behind her, out of breath from chasing and calling after the rambunctious child.

“Angelica, what have I told you about runnin’ away from your mama?” Royal asked as sternly as he could, struggling to stop himself from smiling at her adorably grumpy face.

Royal’s grandchildren were his weakness and one look from Amy or Annie would have him giving in to give them whatever they wanted, a fact they both took advantage of. Y/N huffed out a final breath as she sat down next to her father-in-law.

“Mama’s too slow!” Annie whined and Royal chuckled. “Daddy’s about to ride and we were gonna miss it!”

“Your father doesn’t ride for another ten minutes, little one.” Royal supplied and Annie giggled as she shrugged.

Annie settled back in her grandfather’s lap, leaning back against his chest and peering down at the ring and the bull pens behind it. The three of them played I Spy for a while to kill the time, Annie giggling when she chose to describe the same trailer for the third turn in a row.

“Oh look! It’s daddy!” Y/N said and Annie sat up, looking to where her mom was pointing at the back of the ring to find her father getting ready to mount the bull in it’s tiny pen.

“Daddy!” she squealed and Rhett turned to wave at her with a big smile, Annie waving back frantically.

“I love you, Angel!” he called back, his nickname for her barely audible from so far with so much noise around them.

Rhett turned to focus on mounting the bull when Annie’s face suddenly dropped.

“Oh no!” she cried out and her mother and grandfather looked to her in concern. “I didn’t give daddy his good luck kiss! I always give him his good luck kiss before he rides!”

“It’s alright sweetheart, just you being here to watch him is all the luck he’ll ever need.” Royal assured her.

She watched nervously as Rhett struggled to mount the bull, the handlers barely able to get him on it. Annie had never seen that happen and it made her stomach twist into knots. She turned to her mother, leaning practically onto her lap and got her attention as the man on the speakers started talking.

“Mama?” she said quietly and her mother leaned in to hear her daughter over the announcer. “My tummy hurts.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, we can go back to the hotel right after daddy finishes his ride.” Y/N assured her and Annie frowned.

“Need to go now!” she insisted, pouting.

“Sweetheart, daddy is about to ride. Eight seconds and he’s off and we can go, okay?” her mother asked and Annie reluctantly nodded, settling back into her grandfather’s lap uneasily.

Annie had seen a lot of her father’s rides over her very short life, whether it was in a sling wrapping her against her mother’s body, nestled on her grandmother’s lap, or perched high up on her grandfather’s shoulders. A few times, her father had fallen off or had a rough landing but he always got back up with minimal injuries, usually just some cuts and bruises, a sprain or two at the worst.

Whenever that happened, Rhett would sit on a chair in the kitchen as Y/N cleaned and bandaged his cuts and put ice on his bruises. Annie would be perched on the kitchen table or on his lap, using her little toy first aid kit to help her momma. She liked playing nurse to help her daddy feel better when he was hurt. Rhett would always end up covered in dozens of flowery and sparkly little bandaids, whether he needed them or not (and usually he didn’t).

“Daddy just got a little banged up by the mean old bull, baby.” he would assure her, her little fingers tracing over the scars, both new and old on his chest. “I’m just lucky I have you and your mama–best nurses in Amelia county–to always take care of me.”

Annie usually loved to watch her father ride bulls but as she waited for the ride to start, that bad feeling in her stomach got worse and worse. The bullhorn sounded and the gates were thrown open, the bull launching out of the shoot, Rhett hanging onto its back for dear life. She tried to count the seconds like her grandmother had taught her to do between lightning and thunder to know how far away a storm was.

One-one thousand. The crowd including her grandfather shot to their feet, hooting and hollering.

Two-one thousand. The bull bucked over and over again, bellowing in anger at the man on his back.

Three-one thousand. Rhett’s hat flew off his head, landing in the dirt below the angry bull’s stomping hooves and quickly being trampled.

Four-one thousand. The halfway point, Rhett still holding on tightly to the reins even as the bull got angrier and angrier, trying harder and harder to throw him off.

Five-one thousand. The dust cloud kicked up by the bull got bigger and bigger, almost hiding the image of Rhett perched on it’s back, his hand up in the air just like in the tattoo on his chest.

Six-one thousand. One of the ropes on the bull snapped, Rhett’s grip slipping as the entire saddle was knocked loose.

Seven-one thousand. Rhett’s body was flung off of the bucking bull, hitting the ground with a sickening smacking noise inaudible over the loud collective gasp of the crowd as the angry bull charged in to attack with swinging horns and stomping hooves.

The handlers were good at their jobs, getting the bull roped and pulled away from him in mere moments. Within seconds, Rhett’s unmoving body was swarmed by about a dozen handlers and blocking the crowd’s view of him. The crowd had gone deathly silent but as the bull was pulled back into its pen, they began to murmur in hushed whispers. Royal and Y/N were frozen in shock, unable to stop Annie when she wriggled out of her grandfather’s arms and took off down the stairs and towards the pen.

“Angelica, no!” Y/N screamed, racing after her but Annie didn’t listen.

“DADDY!” Annie screamed, sliding between the legs of some officials and into the ring before anyone could stop her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she ran towards the circle of bodies surrounding her father.

Rhett’s brain was pounding in his skull, his eyes struggling to focus on anything but the bright lights of the arena as half a dozen dark figures hovered above him, their panicked voices overlapping.

“Don’t move Rhett! Just don’t move!”

“Jesus fucking Christ-”

“The paramedics are coming, alright?”

“Abbott, blink twice if you can hear me!”

“Oh my God…”

“Do not move!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

He tuned them out, lying there in the dirt as he attempted to breathe through the agonizing pain on every inch of his body. Something warm and wet was pooling below his left leg and he couldn’t move his left arm at all. He blinked hard as the figures above him came in and out of focus, the same horrified look on every one of their faces. His whole body ached and he groaned in pain when someone tried to touch him. But he didn’t care. All that mattered was making sure his baby girl didn’t see him like that, especially as he heard a small but loud voice shrieking “Daddy!” and wailing in distress. He turned his head as much as he could to look between the legs of the others to see a tiny figure sprinting towards him from across the ring.

“Stop her… can’t… see me… like this.” Rhett rasped, a bit of blood coming out of his mouth as he wheezed in pain.

Luckily, one of the handlers was able to grab her before she got close enough to see him and Rhett could hear her screaming as she was handed off to Royal, who had been hot on her heels. Her voice got further and further away, her grandfather evidently carrying her away despite her loud protests. The men around Rhett parted enough to let Y/N through and she collapsed onto her knees at his side, her terrified eyes raking over his body and taking stock of his injuries. The protective vest seemed to have shielded his chest from the bull’s horns but his legs were not as lucky. He had a huge gash on his left leg, blood pouring forth through a tear in both chaps and jeans. His left arm was smashed, bones jutting out at impossible angles and he was having great difficulty breathing, his chest rising and falling unsteadily at uneven intervals with a rattling wheeze accompanying each breath.

“Oh my God, baby…” she gasped, shaky hands covering her mouth in shock, tears beginning to pour out of the corner of her eyes as she turned to scream at the men standing around. “Where the fuck are the medics! We need a fucking ambulance! Don’t just fucking stand there!”

Rhett chuckled a little at his wife’s fiery rage before the laugh turned to a cough, more blood spraying from his mouth which pulled her attention back to him. Her hands flew to his face, cradling him as she moved strands of his long hair off of his sweaty forehead. Grunting with effort, he moved to place his right hand on hers and she eagerly took it, trying to keep him from moving too much.

“It’s okay baby, don’t move. The medics are coming through the gate right now, okay?” she assured him and he nodded slightly, gazing up into his beautiful wife’s sad eyes. “Just hold on, baby. You’re gonna be just fine, Rhett.”

He squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile.

“I love you, baby. If I don’t get to tell you again, I love you so damn much.” Rhett said and she shook her head, shushing him.

“No, don’t think like that, okay? You’re gonna be alright and you can tell me again later.” she replied, crying as she looked down at her husband. “I love you and Annie loves you and you’re not going anywhere.”

“Our little angel didn’t see me like this, right?” he asked and she shook her head.

“No, your father took her outside the ring.” she assured him and he breathed out in relief.

“Tell her I’m okay.” he said weakly and they both knew it was a lie. “Tell her daddy is just a little more bruised up than usual from the mean old bull.”

Y/N nodded, unable to speak through her tears as the paramedics kneeled beside them, dropping his hand reluctantly when a rodeo official gently eased her up and away from him so they had room to work. She felt like she was in a nightmare as she was led out of the ring, glancing backwards every few seconds to watch them strap him onto a board and carry him into an ambulance.

Everything had been a blur of tears to Annie ever since her grandfather had carried her out of the ring, ignoring her angry fists pounding on his chest and her screamed demands to be taken back. An ambulance with flashing lights and sirens pulled up to the gate of the ring and drove inside as some rodeo officials ushered Royal and Annie into an office in the back of the arena. When another official brought Y/N in a few minutes later, Annie was still blubbering into her grandfather’s neck as he shushed her and stroked her back. The second she saw her mother Annie reached for her and was pulled into her mother’s arms, Royal holding the pair comfortingly.

The officials talked with Royal and Y/N for a while but Annie wasn’t paying attention, instead continuing to cry as she clung to her mother. They were brought out to a car and driven back to their hotel, her mother telling her that daddy was going to the hospital but that they couldn’t see him until he felt a little better. Royal thanked the man who drove them, his comforting arm around his daughter-in-law’s shoulder as they headed for their rooms, Royal deciding to stay in their room for the night.

When they had made the reservations, Royal had his own room while Rhett’s family took a room with two beds, one for Rhett and Y/N and the other for Annie. Annie had been very excited to have her own big big-girl bed as a vacation treat, although most nights she ended up sleeping in her parents’ bed anyways as she found out she didn’t like sleeping in such a big bed all alone. Royal excused himself to go out onto the balcony to call Cecelia and let her know what had happened while Y/N struggled to get Annie through her nighttime routine.

Annie refused to take a bath and even threw her favorite bath toy (a rubber duck with a cowboy hat) at her mother, yelling that she wanted her daddy. Y/N tried to stay calm and keep it together, feeling just as upset as her daughter but unlike the little girl, she had responsibilities, trying to remember that Annie was only acting out because she was scared and she didn’t fully comprehend what was happening. Y/N was able to get her into her pajamas and coax her to lay down on her bed, falling into a restless sleep, crying in her mother’s arms, squeezing her favorite stuffed animal, Bessie the pink cow, tightly.

Rhett had been showing Annie all the animals on the ranch one day when she asked why some of the cows were black and white, but others were brown. He told her that the color of the cow showed what kind of milk they made: the black and white cows making regular milk, the brown ones making chocolate milk, and pink cows making strawberry milk. Annie had asked why they didn’t have any pink cows on the ranch and Rhett told her it was because they were “so super rare” only special pink cow farms could have them, which disappointed her. A few days later, she found a little stuffed pink cow sitting on her bed, her mother shaking her head and smiling at how much Rhett spoiled her.

Annie woke up a little bit later, the lights all off and she couldn’t stop thinking about her daddy’s accident, convinced it was her fault because she forgot to give him his good luck kiss beforehand. She crawled out of Y/N’s arms, careful not to wake her and hopped of the bed, kneeling next to it with her hands together in front of her like grandma had taught her.

"Dear Mr. Jesus, I know I don't pray to you as much as gramma wants me to but please save my daddy.” Annie begged, choking on her whispered pleas as tears began to stream down her face again. “I'm really sorry I didn't give him his good luck kiss before his ride but please make him get better. I swear i'll never forget to give him his good luck kiss again, I'm sorry. I’ll eat all my veggies without complaining and I’ll do my letter books for school and listen to mama when she tells me to clean my room. I swear I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be a good girl, Mr. Jesus sir, please save my daddy."

Satisfied with her prayer, she she padded across the carpeted room to the bathroom, dragging Bessie on the ground behind her. Once she had finished her business, she noticed that her grandfather was still out on the balcony with his head in his hands. She walked over and tried to open the heavy glass sliding door but couldn’t reach the handle. Gently, she tapped on the glass and Royal turned to reveal a tear-stained face. Wiping his eyes quickly, he leaned over and opened the door, giving his granddaughter the best smile he could muster as she stepped outside into the cool night air, her tiny feet quick to cross the cold cement.

“What are you doing up, little one?” he asked, voice hoarse and raw from crying as he lifted her up into his lap.

“Had to go potty.” she answered, reaching up to place her little hand on his cheek, still wet with tears. “Were you crying grampa?”

Royal nodded, eyes overflowing with tears again, and Annie gave him a big hug. She had never seen her grandfather cry before but she wanted to make him feel better so she did what he did every time she cried and hugged him tightly.

“Grampa?” Annie asked quietly after a minute and he pulled back to look at her.

“Yes, darlin’?” he asked and she looked up at him nervously.

“Is daddy gonna be okay?” she asked with wide eyes, the same blue eyes as her father and suddenly Royal felt as if he had been thrown back in time to when he had first held Rhett in his arms. “Are the doctors gonna make him all better?”

“I don’t know, darlin’...” he answered honestly, stroking her hair as she picked at Bessie’s fabric, avoiding his eyes. “The doctors are gonna do everything they can but ultimately we don’t know what’s gonna happen. But I’ll tell you what I do know…”

“What, grampa?” she asked, head snapping up to look at him as she listened intently.

“Your daddy is a fighter, he always has been, ever since he was as little as you.” he told her, trying to keep himself from crying again as he looked down at her, so full of fear and hope. “He’s one tough son of a bitch like me and he’s gonna fight as hard as he can to make it back to you and your mama.”

“You said a no no word, grampa.” she said with a little giggle that made him smile despite everything.

“I suppose I did.” he chuckled. “Don’t tell your grandmama I said that and I won’t tell your mama that you’re up this late. It can be our little secret, deal?”

“Deal!” she replied, curling up in his arms again with her head on his chest, holding Bessie tightly as she drifted to sleep listening to his steady heartbeat.

He waited until he was sure that she was asleep before he got up and carried her back inside, putting her back down next to her mother. He tucked them in, Annie instinctively curling up against Y/N in her sleep, and gave them both a kiss on the forehead before heading over to the other bed to try and sleep.

“Annie, baby, wake up.” Her mother’s voice said, gently coaxing her awake and she opened her eyes to find herself looking up at her mother’s smiling face. “The hospital called. Daddy is okay and we can visit him now!”

Annie sat up quickly, eyes wide with surprise.

“Really?” she asked and Y/N nodded.

“We’re gonna go get some breakfast while we wait for visiting hours to begin and then we’re gonna go see him.” she told her daughter with a smile, stroking her hair comfortingly.

“The doctors made him all better?” Annie asked.

“Well, he’s still not feeling all better yet, he’s still hurt but the doctors said that he’s gonna be okay now.” Y/N assured her. “And in a few days, they’re gonna let him out of the hospital and we’ll all get to go home, alright baby?”

Annie nodded and gave her mom a hug before they got ready to go, Annie deciding she wanted to wear her pretty yellow sunday dress to go see him, Y/N grateful she had the forethought to pack it even though they hadn’t planned on going to church. After all three were ready, they walked across the street to a restaurant, Royal carrying his grand daughter as she rambled on about what kind of pancakes she wanted and how they had to bring some to Rhett. Royal and Y/N talked about adult stuff Annie didn’t understand while they ate breakfast, Annie tearing into her chocolate chip pancakes and drowning them in syrup. She was very excited when her mama let her order hot chocolate and she sipped away at it while her grandfather talked about medical and financial stuff with her mother.

Annie made sure they ordered a plate of food for Rhett, telling the waitress that she needed to please make sure the box was closed tight because they had to take it to the hospital for her daddy and she didn’t want to spill anything. When Royal was paying the check at the cash register up front, the waitress gave Annie a cookie and handed over the box for Rhett, which she said was ‘on the house’, although Annie didn’t understand how it could be on the house if they were in it. Either way, Y/N thanked her and the trio headed outside and across the street again.

The car from the previous night came to pick them up again and drive them to the hospital, dropping them off right at the front doors. They stopped in the gift shop so Annie could pick out some flowers for her father while Royal asked the staff for Rhett’s room number. Annie held her mother’s hand tightly as they took the elevator up a couple floors and a nurse led them down the bright hallways that seemed so endlessly long before they finally stopped in front of a door. The nurse knocked and opened the door.

“Mr. Abbott, you have some visitors here to see you.” she said with a smile and Annie was ushered into the room, the nurse shutting the door behind her when she left.

The first thing Annie noticed was how bright and clean everything was, a big window with the curtains thrown open taking up almost a whole wall. Then she saw the very high bed, big machines beeping beside it. There were so many tubes, cords, and wires everywhere that it took her a minute to realize that her father was lying in the bed with his head propped up on some pillows. His left side was way more bandaged than his right side and his left arm was in a cast but he smiled at her anyways.

“Hey Angel!” Rhett exclaimed. “Did you get all dressed up in your pretty dress just to come see me?”

Annie noticed the big bandages on his head and looked down at the floor, clinging to her mother’s leg shyly.

“Annie, go on baby, it’s okay.” Y/N prodded her gently trying to usher her towards her father but she just held on to her leg tighter with her eyes squeezed shut, little tears slipping out as she began to cry into her mother’s side.

Startled, Y/N looked to Rhett and Royal in confusion before kneeling down at her daughter’s level, pulling her into her arms.

“It’s okay, baby. Look, daddy’s alright!” she assured her, picking her up and carrying her towards Rhett’s bed, stroking her hair comfortingly. “I know it looks scary but he’s okay, sweetheart!”

Annie looked at her father again before bursting into tears and burying her head in her mother’s neck.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out and the adults looked to one another in concern as she blubbered on. “I’m sorry I got you hurt daddy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“Angel, what do you mean? You didn’t hurt daddy.” Rhett assured her as Y/N sat in the chair by his bed so he could reach out to comfort his baby girl, Annie turning her head to look at him.

“It’s my fault! I didn’t give you your good luck kiss!” she sobbed and her parents sighed in realization. “I always give you your good luck kiss so you don’t get hurt but I forgot this time and you did get hurt!”

“Angelica, look at me.” Rhett told her, holding her hands as she turned in Y/N’s lap to face him directly, blue eyes staring into blue eyes. “This is not your fault. This didn’t happen because I didn’t get a good luck kiss, okay? So don’t think for one second that you caused this because you didn’t.”

“R- really?” she asked, voice catching on her tears and Rhett wiped them off of her cheeks, her mother rubbing her back comfortingly.

“Yes, Angel. I’m sure.” he told her with a smile. “Now, come give me a hug, I missed my baby girl so much.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, daddy.” she said quietly, looking at his bandages worriedly.

“You won’t baby. Just be gentle and stay on this side and I’ll be okay.” Rhett assured her, referring to his right side and she nodded.

Y/N helped her climb up onto the bed and gently lay down beside him, tucked into his side under his arm as he held his wife’s hand.

“See? I’m alright, Angel. I just got a little more banged up than usual by the mean old bull and I’ll have some new scars but I’m okay.” he told her. “And I’m never gonna ride another bull again, okay?”

“Really?” she asked, half in surprise and half in happiness.

“I pinky promise.” he said, letting go of his wife’s hand to link pinkies with his daughter as she smiled.

“Oh!” she said suddenly, dropping his pinky and digging in her pocket as her parents looked at her in confusion. “I got it!” she exclaimed as she fished out one of her flowery bandaids. She carefully peeled off the wrapper and stuck it on his hand, looking up at him proudly. “All better!”

“Yes, Angel, thank you.” Rhett said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and grabbing his wife’s hand, smiling at Royal as he nodded affectionately from his spot in the doorway. “I’m all better now.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott fic #outer range #outer range fic #whumptober #whumptober 2022

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ghelgheli · 2 months

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Stuff I Read In February 2024

bold indicates favourites

Books

The Mantle of the Prophet, Roy Mottahedeh

Serious Weakness, Porpentine Charity Heartscape

The Traitor Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson

Pamphlets, Zines, etc.

Queer Fire: The George Jackson Brigade, Men Against Sexism, and Gay Struggle Against Prison [link]

Reform or Revolution? Rosa Luxemburg

Armed Joy, Alfredo M. Bonanno [link]

Designing Freedom, Stafford Beer [link]

Yuri/GL

Kill Switch, 1172

Immortal Parody, Kim Jong Geon

Her Tale of Shim Chong, Seri & Biwan

There's Weird Voices Coming from the Room Next Door! Suzuki Senpai

An Easy Introduction to Love Triangles (To Pass the Exam!) / Goukaku no Tame no! Yasashii Sankaku Kankei Nyuumon, Canno

Gentle Flutters, One Useless Dogggg

What Does the Fox Say? Gyeomji & Gaji

Our Dreams at Dusk / Shimanami Tasogare, Yuhki Kamatani

There Is No Love Wishing Upon a Star / Kono Koi wo Hoshi ni wa Negawanai, murasakino/Shinoa

Short Fiction

Serious Weakness but with Girls, Porpentine Charity Heartscape [link]

Dirty Wi-Fi, Porpentine Charity Heartscape [link]

Bist-o-chār sā'at dar xāb o bidāri / 24 Restless Hours, Samad Behrangi [link]

Yek hulu o hezār hulu / One Peach and a Thousand Peaches, Samad Behrangi [link]

Palestine

What Does It Mean To Be Palestinian Now? Noura Erakat, Ahmed Moor, Noor Hindi, Mohammed El-Kurd, Laila Al-Arian 01/25/2024 [link]

"If You Say Anything to Anyone, a Zaka Van Will Run You Over", Brad Pearce 10/18/2023 [link]

The Epistemicide of the Palestinians, Abdulla Moaswes 02/02/2024 [link]

Manufacturing Content, Nora Barrows-Friedman & Matt Lieb [link]

Comparison is the Way We Know the World, Masha Gessen 12/19/2023 [link]

The Story Behind the New York Times October 7 Exposé, Jeremy Scahill, Ryan Grim, Daniel Boguslaw 02/28/2024 [link]

Queer &c

Hands off our lives, our stories, and our bodies, AC 06/10/2022 [link]

Trapped in the Wrong Theory: Rethinking Trans Oppression and Resistance, Talia Mae Bettcher [doi]

A Cyborg Manifesto, Donna Haraway

Why Are "Gender Critical" Activists So Fond of Gametes? Julia Serano 02/13/2024 [link]

Pol

Why I Left the PSL… or the DSA or Socialist Alternative or whatever, filler kid 07/20/2021 [link]

Allies Not Accomplices: An Indigenous Perspective & Provocation, 05/02/2014 [link]

Basic Program of the Bureau of Unitary Urbanism, Attila Kotányi & Raoul Vaneigem 1961 [link]

Abolition, Nsámbu Za Suékama 06/06/2020 [link]

The Eye Upon Us Has Turned Upon Them, Nsámbu Za Suékama 07/16/2023 [link]

The Hindu Nationalists Using the Pro-Israel Playbook, Aparna Gopalan 06/28/2023 [link]

Ram Mandir and Hindutva Fascist Myth of Decolonisation, Rida Fathima 02/07/2024 [link]

How the United States Crippled Haiti's Rice Industry, Leslie Mullin [link]

A Talk to Teachers, James Baldwin [link]

Stranger in the Village, James Baldwin [link]

Other

no good alone, Rayne Fisher-Quann 04/03/2021 [link]

Everyone's A Critic, Richard Joseph 01/13/2022 [link]

Neoplatonic kingship in the Islamic world: Akbar’s millennial history, Jos Gommans & Said Reza Huseini [link]

Is `Race Science' Making a Comeback? Angela Saini 07/10/2019 [link]

you’ve been traumatized into hating reading, Ismatu Gwendolyn 02/15/2024 [link]

#reading prog #“solving” the problem of ltr & rtl by using romanizations #looks like it's been a full year i've done this now..

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violets-in-her-arms-writes · 11 months

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This or That? Tag

Thank you for tagging me @writernopal ! You can find her post here, go read it ! 💜 I had a lot of fun developing the answers, sorry if it's all over the place ^^

|| HISTORICAL or FUTURISTIC ||

I love to read historical novels but writing them is waaaayyy above my competence level and I know I would get lost in the research part of it instead of, you know, actually, writing it. So futuristic it is because I can bullshit my way through it.

|| OPENING or CLOSING CHAPTER ||

CLOSING CHAPTER!!! I can't wait to get to the one in La Fledgling! I'm gonna break my own heart, it's going to be great!

|| LIGHT+FLUFFY or DARK+GRITTY ||

I wish I could write light and fluffy things but I can't. It might be pathological at this point. I tried to write a fluffy mermaid AU and Lou drowned in the first chapter, so now I give up. I'll accept my fate.

|| ANIMAL COMPANION or FOUND FAMILY ||

I have to choose animal companion because one of my favourite character (Lorelei, immortal witch, high priestess of Némésis goddess of revenge) has a familiar named Doll. It's a raven who believes himself to be a bird of prey but is actually just... broken. It once tried to incubate a skunk and to eat a cat, so. He can't see windows and can cut through steel with his beak (through sheer determination and will). I love it with all my heart. I've only had him for twelve years, but if anything ever happened to him, I would kill to get him back 🤺🤺🤺

|| HORROR or ROMANCE ||

Romance that becomes horrifying, where you would do anything for your partner, even betraying your values and your faith, to the point where you can't recognize the person looking at you through the mirror. Or where your lover becomes something other and you're not sure how to love her anymore.

(On this not, there's a great novel Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield where one of the woman is marine biologist and comes back to her wife *wrong* after six months lost at sea. It's terrifying, it's great!)

|| HARD MAGIC SYSTEM or SOFT MAGIC SYSTEM ||

Fuck rules. Do whatever you want! Why do dragons exist in my world? Because the god of poison had children with a crocodile metamorph and she gave birth to the dragons, next question! Why is Lorelei's magic different from the others'? Because she's OP and I love her and she's my chosen one! Why can Jo [REDACTED] because. That's it. That's my justification. I do what I want as long as it's fun 💃‍

|| STANDALONE or SERIES ||

I always say I'm gonna write a standalone and I rarely succeed. I blame it on my favourite books I read as a child which were all super long series with like 50 books in it, spanning generations and thousands of years (hi Heralds of Valdemar and The ballad of Pern) I also blame them for making me write dragons and over-powered women. I love you, you're the best, mwah!

|| ONE PROJECT AT A TIME or ALWAYS JUGGLING 2+ ||

I'm always switching between WIPs depending on my mood and my motivation. I can put aside a project for months (hi book 3 of WsT... I'm coming back for you baby, I'm coming back for you!), start three new WIPs, and then go back to one of my ancients projects. Every time I try to persuade myself to only work on one thing I get frustrated and end up not writing at all so I just let my creativity take me wherever. I'm not even a passenger anymore, I'm stuck in the trunk of the car, scribbling madly and trying to understand what's going on. It's not going well.

|| ON AWARD WINNER or ONE BESTSELLER ||

I don't really care about awards. Like sure it'd be nice to know critics and judges liked mu book enough to give me a Hugo or a Nebula or whatever, but what I really want is for *actual people* to love my stories. I hope I can touch at least one person with my silly little characters and their struggles. (Also, I want the fanfics and the fan-arts 😂)

|| FANTASY OR SCI-FI ||

I love sci-fi, especially sci-fi stories where humanity has to leave earth and terraform/colonize other planets, I love exodus. I also love to just write whatever like an archeology student getting kidnapped but an alien sect because they think she can resurrect their leader. And I love fantasy because I love swords, and dragons, and magic, and lesbians (and lesbian dragon shapeshifters with a sword), and prophecies. I love being able to craft a world and society and to just... have fun.

|| CHARACTER DESCRIPTION or SETTING DESCRIPTION ||

I don't do it enough, but I love setting descriptions because it helps paint a picture and you can leave little nuggets of foreshadowing in it. (You can also do it with character description but I think I might be too obvious when I do that XD)

|| FIRST DRAFT or FINAL DRAFT ||

First draft is a pain in the ass but I actually love the process of figuring out what the fuck is going on, who the characters are, what they want, what they need. It's like getting to know someone but sudoku like. If you don't put the numbers in the right order you understand nothing. (It's a bad comparison, I hate sudoku, but you get what I mean). Also, what the fuck is a final draft? I've never met her. i always want to change something even after I'm done. Which is also why publishing scares me so much : what if I want to change something and can't because it's already been printed? Nightmare 😱

|| LOVE TRIANGLE IN EVERYTHING or NO ROMANTIC ARCS ||

I'd rather have no romantic arc ever again than suffer through a poorly written love triangle once again. I'm tired of love triangles. Be original at least and give me a love octagon or something. I don't know dude, make one of them die in a war, her wife mourns then starts dating again and then, she comes back after being MIA for years. Don't make it bland between the dark-haired bad boy and the blond boy next door, please I'm begging you. And if you really can't write any other romance, then please just give me an action novel or a fantasy novel or a horror novel without any romance. Please. No more love triangles.

|| CONSTANT SANDSTORM or RAINSTORM ||

Rainstorm if I'm inside! It's so soothing, especially at night. I love thunder and lightning, I love being comfy in my bed, listening to the rain 🥰

Gently tagging @liv-is, @ladyniniane & @autumnalwalker if you haven't done it yet 😊

#tag games

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At this point I think Spotify just suggests me Bojere coded songs. No other explanation. This Estonian funnily enough girl has like 4 listeners and no lyrics to be found anywhere. And yet it's like she took one look at these two and went that's worthy of a song

Say you miss me, never switched off The way you kiss me And we're back now It's a little late to back down

Let's talk about some things that we should have done We tried to walk the way cause we couldn't run And we always say that it's just for fun But it a-a-a-a-ain't

To keep it real with you, I dream of the days When me and you, we could fly away You never meant to leave, always wanted to stay And I feel you feel the same

Ooofffff this part is killing me: "To keep it real with you, I dream of the days When me and you, we could fly away" 😭😭😭😭 You know, I fell down a rabbit hole of bojere coded songs on spotify the other day, all because of a 1 random song. The songs after that just kept reminding me of them and suddenly I had added like 20 new songs to my playlist. Tbh I could just spam them all to you but I'm going to counter with this one:

I've been too much or too little for many But you made me feel like I fit right in We're just sitting quietly on the couch, and that's enough I don't have to be strong or cheerful with you And not smile when things aren't fun You always say that just be yourself / The best part of me isn't the loud laughter Or how I see the good in everything The best part of me isn't even these songs of mine It doesn't matter what I see in the mirror And I don't know what others think of me But you tolerate me even at my worst You make me realize that The best part of me is you I love Jannika B's music already but what ultimately convinced me was this specific part of the lyrics sung in Swedish (my Swedish is a bit rusty, so I apologize if it's not entirely accurate), but it roughly translates to "You make my pieces turn into mosaics". Dopamin is my ultimate JO Bojere song, and when I heard the word "mosaic", I was gone. I consider it fate.

God I need to read a 1000 page fanfic all based on these lyrics now.

#ask #bojere coded songs #m els - Recipe #Jannika B - Paras Osa

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Boys Planet Episode 10: Recap/ Guide

Hi there, fellow Star Creator! This post will be a general recap of Episode 10 of Boys Planet. I’ll dive into more in-depth discussion of each team and its performance in separate posts, which will be linked within when they’re ready. So, click “read more” and let’s go!

As usual, all my time stamps are from the Viki version.

Most of the time when people are talking, their name and current rank shows on screen. So, in case you’re wondering who’s saying what, here is a list of the current trainees in rank order, with their three mission songs to help jog your memory or make connections.

Sung Hanbin Love Me Right - K /Tomboy /Say My Name

Zhang Hao Kill This Love - G/ Tomboy/ Over Me

Han Yu Jin Back Door - K/ Law / Say My Name

Seok Matthew Kill This Love - G/ Love Killa /Say My Name

Kim Ji Woong Back Door - K /Love Killa /Say My Name

Kim Gyu Vin Love Me Right - K / Love Killa/ En Garde

Kim Tae Rae Back Door - K /Man in Love /Switch

Keita Kill This Love - G /Zoom /Switch

Park Gunwook Kill This Love - K /Tomboy/ En Garde

Kum Jun Hyeon Back Door - K /Gang/ En Garde

Hui Love Me Right - K /Tomboy/ En Garde

Jay Love Me Right - G/ Home/ Over Me

Park Hanbin Hot Sauce - K/ Law /Switch

Ricky Back Door - G/ Rush Hour/ Over Me

Yoon Jong Woo Back Door - K/ Home / Switch

Haruto Love Me Right - G/ Zoom /Supercharger

Yoo Seung Eon Very Nice - K /Home /Say My Name

Seo Won Very Nice - K /Love Killa/ Supercharger

Wang Zi Hao Kill This Love - G/ Law /Supercharger

Na Kamden Back Door - G /Law /Switch

Lee Seung Hwan Danger - K/Gang /En Garde

Chen Kuan Jui Kill This Love - G /Butterfly /Over Me

Zhang Shuai Bo Back Door - G /Feel Special/ Switch

Lee Jeong Hyeon Love Me Right - K /Gang /Over Me

Takuto Danger - G /Rush Hour /Supercharger

Cha Woong Ki Very Nice - K /Feel Special /Supercharger

Ollie Hot Sauce - G/ Zoom/ Supercharger

Hiroto Very Nice - G /Rush Hour/ En Garde

1:15 Checking In With the Boys

We start off with some “hang out with the boys time.”

They’re rehearsing until late in the night. They’re so tired they can barely move. They’re eating snacks, they’re putting blankets over each other. There’s a budding bromance between Hui and Gyuvin. Yoo Seung Eon farts at Keita, which (1) indicates that Keita is, in fact, good friends with the other boys contrary to how he’s been edited in the past and (2) ensuring that Yoo Seung Eon will not make Top9, per my theory about smells. Jay and Yoon Jongwoo compare notes -- Jay is sitting on a bed that has Na Kamden’s nametag on it -- and Jongwoo says he feels like he’s growing from this. He sounds exhausted. We see many of the trainees practicing their weak spots -- Z-Bo is working on his lyrics, Tae Rae is dancing in the stairway. It’s actually pretty interesting insight into their states of mind.

3:38 Back to Showtime

We return to the performance night. The judges are talking about how much better the trainees have gotten in general, and the editors use their conversation as a way to sort of review the first two performances of the night, which we say in the previous episode. They all agree that Supercharger did a great job. Their praise for En Garde seems focused mostly on Gunwook and Gyuvin.

5:41 Time for Some Filler

Star Master Key announces that before we can see more performances, we will be watching a video! Yay…?

The boys get sent somewhere for a secret mission, and someone comes out, already singing -- it’s Jo Kwon, the leader of 2AM and noted high heel enthusiast, I guess. If you’re not familiar with them, 2AM formed at the same time as 2PM. The idea was that 2AM would perform ballads and 2PM would do dance songs. (You know at least one 2PM song -- “My House.”) I don’t really know a lot about 2AM, and this is my first time “meeting” Jo Kwon, too.

Jo Kwon is there to reveal a surprise mission -- the trainees will pair up and perform a scene from musical theater, specifically, a scene from the musical of The Little Prince.

They have two special guests who will judge: Jung Dong Hwa and Nam WooJu, neither of who I recognized. The stakes are high -- the trainees will be given a rank out of 4 stars, and if they win 4 stars, they get a huge collection of cosmetics and promotion on social media. The best trainee of the day will get big posters of his face hanging in store windows all around Korea. That’s huge.

They pair up and have to hold hands with their partners, which is an opportunity for skinship, and for Matthew and Haruto to speak English, and this weird part where Hui is forced to choose between all the trainees who want to work with him, and he chooses Gyuvin. Relevant side note: Hui has actually acted in musical theater before, because he’s a 30 year old man who shouldn’t be on this show.

They see the scene that they’ll be performing, and it looks really difficult -- tons and tons and tons of lyrics to learn. You, dear reader, are going to learn a bit of Korean in this scene -- swibji ahna (sounds like they’re saying “ship-shee ahna”) -- which means “it’s not easy.” The performances begin at 20:45.

I’ll summarize the pairings and results below, because I don’t want to spend too long on this:

Yoo Seung Eon is with Lee Junghwan, and they both get 2 stars, mainly for not knowing the words. Wow, going last here is a huge advantage if you’re graded based on whether or not you’ve learned the lyrics.

Park Gunwook and Han Yujin also both get two stars, I think

Yoon Jongwoo and Keita- Jongwoo raps (looking at the lyrics) while Keita beatboxes, and they both get 1 star, I think

Ricky and Ollie - they get 0 stars, probably have lyrics problems

Sung Hanbin is with Zhang Hao, and girls worldwide actually explode watching them hold hands. They do great, so great I almost wonder if the show gave them the lyrics the day or two before, I mean, wow. They both get All Star

Hiroto and Takuto - Takuto is stuck with the Fox role, and really can’t sing it at all, and this is a form of torture for all of us.

Kim Ji Woong is with Kum Junhyeon - Junhyeon is stuck with the fox part and has trouble memorizing the lyrics, and they kind of go off the rails.

Hui is with Kim Gyuvin, and of course Hui seems like a professional because he IS one, and shouldn’t be on this show, and they both get All Star

We don’t see:

Haruto and Matthew

Park Hanbin and Seo Won

Na Kamden and Jay

Kim TaeRae and Chen Kuan Jui

Cha Woongki and Lee Seunghwan

Wang Zi Hao and Zhang Shuai Bo

It’s especially weird that we don’t see Kim TaeRae and CKJ because CKJ gets All Star. Also I wanted to see TaeRae doing things. I also especially wanted to see Woongki and Haruto. I get it that they can’t show the same scene 14 times in a row, but they could have put it online, and they didn’t, so screw you, MNET.

The winners get nice beauty products from Olive Young, which is like the Korean Sephora, a big deal kind of store with tons of locations. And Hui wins the top prize, which means he gets to have his photo up in stores all around the country. Fun fact: Olive Young already sells a few albums by Pentagon! So Hui’s photos have probably already been up in Olive Young stores! Because Hui shouldn’t be on this show! Sigh.

I swear, I’m a Pentagon fan and I like Hui. I just… you know. You get it, right?

30:00 Switch

The boys come out and introduce themselves as Smushies, here to smush our hearts. Consider my heart fully smushed already, you cuties.

In the rehearsal footage, the focus is primarily on the trouble that TaeRae is having with the dancing. Yes, of course he is. He’s a main vocal. Main vocals traditionally need to work harder at dancing. Also, it’s hard to “dance powerfully” when hitting the B above middle C, a fact that the psychopath dance teacher seems completely unaware of, since the only things he knows about are (a) dancing and (b) completely destroying the emotional well being of others.

Park Hanbin takes over leadership from Na Kamden and teaches everyone how to dance.

The performance is super cute and cheery, with a set designed to look like a video game. Their bright pinks and greens are such a nice change from the all black landscape of kpop these days.Even if the song isn't your style, I think the performance is so cute that it deserves a watch. I actually prefer the dance practice to the stage performance, because I feel like you can see the dancing so much more and they’re actually really great. Also, I actually kind of like the song, if you listen to the official audio. The mix in the live version doesn't do the song justice.

Afterwards, we find out that Zhang Shuai Bo got the low score, with an obviously punitive 402 points. Poor Z-Bo -- I think he did a good job in the performance, and it’s a shame that the audience just… hates him. The high score is obviously Park Hanbin, with 741 points.

For a more detailed description of the rehearsal and performance, click here (it’ll be ready soon).

49:30 Say My Name

It’s time for the show to focus back on Soek Matthew for a while, and the whole Say My Name team. Well, we barely see Han Yujin but maybe that’s good. Keep that boy safe.

The gist of what’s going on is that Matthew still isn’t handling it well that his team wants him to be Sub Vocal 2 instead of Sub Vocal 1, which they think should go to Yoo Seung Eon. Matthew is really defensive and upset for a while, and makes up some bullshit about wanting to sing in English for his mom (I’m sorry, but it is complete bullshit), but in the end he realizes that the team is what matters most, and he pulls it together, and good for him. I don’t hate the guy or anything, to be clear. It’s just that when something is bullshit, it’s bullshit, you know?

In the end, they put on a cute performance with no mistakes. It’s not my kind of song, but it’s cute and they do a great job. Matthew is the standout in terms of stage presence, Seung Eon does a fantastic job with the vocals, and Hanbin wins the audience vote with 826 points. (We don’t find out who came in last.)

For a more detailed description of the rehearsal and performance, click here (it’ll be ready soon).

1:09:45 Over Me

The gist of what’s going on is that Zhang Hao isn’t the best leader because he’s trying too hard to be nice and listen to everyone, so the team is getting frustrated. Also, it seems that they’re a little embarrassed about how sexy the song is. Then Zhang Hao requests a meeting with Solji, who advises him to be firmer and more in control as a leader, which he does, and then things get better.

The performance goes fine, even if I think most of them hold back a little and don’t really pull off the sexy concept. I think Chen Kuan Jui is the only one who fully commits to what he’s doing, and I think that Jay’s vocals are a highlight when you’re listening to it.

Then audience puts Jay in last place with 485 votes, which upsets me really deeply, like, I have been stomping around my house swearing I’m going to just stop watching. But of course that’s not really true. Zhang Hao comes in first place with 852 points.

For a more detailed description of the rehearsal and performance, click here (it’ll be ready soonish).

1:33:00 The final results

The boys gather to find out which team won the audience vote and will get the benefit. Heartbreakingly, Switch team thinks they have a chance to win, and hope to at least not come in last. But they come in last.

When the Over Me team finds out they won, they’re, you know, exquisitely happy. Chen Kuan Jui pretty much breaks down.

Ollie, Woongki, and Z-Bo congratulate him.

Remember how I said, over and over again, that people vote with their genitals? People vote for the thing that gives them sparkles in their pants? Well, Switch team was cute and charming and I personally liked it, even if no one else did, but it wasn’t sexy, so it came in dead last.

Supercharger was a tiny bit sexier, so it came in second. En Garde was trying to be sexy, and had Gyuvin and Gunwook, who people find sexy, so it came in third. Say My Name was “cute sexy”, like NCT’s Touch. But Over Me was overtly sexy, and won.

Remember, when I say “sexy”, I don’t necessarily mean that I find it sexy. I mean that it supposed to be sexy or is likely to be perceived as sexy.

Consider, what was the sexiest performance of the following lists:

Backdoor, Hot Sauce, Kill This Love, Love Me Right, Danger, and Burning Up

It was Backdoor, specifically the one with Kim JiWoong lifting up his shirt. That’s also the song that won the night.

Tomboy, Man in love, Limousine, and Not Spring?

Tomboy was the only one that was at all sexy. And it won.

Love Killa, Home, Feel Special, and Butterfly

It’s pretty obvious which one is the sexiest -- Love Killa -- which, not coincidentally, won.

Law, Zoom, Gang and Rush Hour

Law was definitely the sexiest of that group, and it won.

Before this battle started, I predicted that Over Me or Say My Name would win. I wasn’t totally sure if sexiness could overcome Sung Hanbin, Matthew, Kim JiWoong, and Han Yujin all in one group, but it did. That’s the power of sexiness.

I don’t know, my friends. I liked Switch best, I guess. Is it because it had Park Hanbin and Kim TaeRae and Keita? Maybe? But I genuinely like the song (the studio version) and it was so cute to see bright happy colors for ONCE. It was never going to win, of course.

I liked Over Me too, of course. And I’m glad they won, because those 200,000 benefit points will help ensure that Jay makes it into the finale.

I think at this stage of the show, the trainees are all tired and anxious, and it’s starting to show in their performances. I also think the audience has largely already made up their mind as to who they’re voting for.

I still like all these trainees as human beings, yes, even Matthew and Z-Bo, and just want all of them to be ok.

And that’s about it for this recap! We’re at the home stretch -- the finale is on April 20th!

I’ll see you in the next one! It’ll be another elimination episode, featuring hours and hours of filler! Whee!! (And those individual song posts are drafted and should be up soonish.)

🥰Thanks as always for reading! 🥰Right now, though you can't see, I'm holding up a handmade sign with your name on it! 🥰Yes, you! 🥰You! 🥰The one reading this! 🥰RIGHT NOW! 🥰

#boys planet #boys planet recap #switch #over me #say my name

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wanderingmirror · 1 year

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The Crazy Coruscant Guardsmen

Or: Havoc Squadron (my OC clone squadron) and Captain Shay (also mine)

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Stitches | Havoc Squadron's medic. He suffers from split personality disorder due to severe traumatic stress, the other personality prefers Freakshow. Stitches is the only even tempered medic in the Coruscant Guard, he's never seen outside of their medical bay unless it's for a riot or a fight at 79's that needs all hands on deck. He got his name from the many stitch tattoos lining his body and armor. (A GAR myth says that Freakshow got his own name for a similar, if not darker reason.) He has a military cut.

Shay | Havoc Squadron's Leader. He is also even tempered and is often the most rational one. He can often times be found at Fox's right hand side when Thorn, Thire, Stone, and Hound are not. Shay has a missing left leg from the knee down due to a pipe bomb. His whole left side is scarred for the same reason. His hair is shaved due to patches not growing back. His armor is a blank white to spite the rest of the GAR.

Crossbones | Havoc Squadron's sniper. Can and will kill anyone who even remotely makes anyone in Technical support sad or scared. Has actually done so. The senator's body has yet to be found and no evidence can be traced back to Bones. Is patient but easily angered. Hair is shaved at the sides while top is shoulder length and braided. His right eye is pure white after a bounty hunter shot him through his own scope. He has a prosthetic eye like Wolffe, though he doesn't tell anyone but the medics and techs. His armor is pure white, as he also does it out of spite.

Error | Havoc Squadron's sane Twin. Is one half of the Terror Twin set. He is the calm, serious one. He and his twin Sevens have often swapped armor with each other as a game. No one in the GAR is able to tell the difference. And only a few Jedi have been around them long enough know who is who. Everyone in the Guard can tell, even when Error is behaving like Sevens and vice versa. Both have a military cut. Physical difference between them is scars on their backs in the form of their CT numbers: CT-7585 (Error) & CT-7777 (Sevens).

Sevens | Havoc Squadron's chaotic Twin. The real reason the two are named the Terror Twins. He pulls pranks, causes trouble at random points for random people. Even himself if he feels that the Guard need a good laugh. As said, the two look similar outside of scars on their backs. Sevens can and will make it look like the force itself caused you to fall into a pile of Tooka osik. He even pranked the Chancellor so bad, the raisin man had to be put in a hospital for a month. Sevens is proud to say no one has caught him for that. Not even the Golden Boy, Skywalker.

Josey | Havoc Squadron's female Lieutenant. Yes, you read it right, she is a she. Not trans, before you ask. The long necks just decided she wasn't defective. And anyone who says otherwise needs to be kicked or punched in their most painful place. Josey is basically Queen of the Guard. She is also Buir Jos to the Shinies. She is kind but takes no osik. Has a nasty left hook and right kick (men will feel her wrath.). She has waist length hair and sharp golden eyes. (Is secretly a bookworm and nerd.) Has bright pink armor. Yes she knows it means respect, but pink also sends "don't Kark with me" vibes.

Chalk | Havoc Squadron's Bad Batcher. He wasn't added to the Bad Batch due to Wrecker. Chalk also just decided he liked his not-so-regular-regs more than anyone that was similar to him. He is quiet, calculating, and cunning. Often times using his size to fool someone into thinking he is stupid. Same strength as Wrecker as they are from the same set of clones used for enhanced strength. Dread locked hair down to his shoulders. Deep Maroon armor. His power is no joke. He is also Stitches' emotional support human. He can often be found squished in the medical bay, acting as a silent sentry and guard.

Puppy | Havoc Squadron's pilot. He got his name because Hound got to him first. Before Puppy was switched to Havoc's care after too many close calls with rabid animals during patrol. Multi colored hair. As in, rainbow. Happy go lucky, would never hurt a fly. Unless it came to Josey or Fox. He will kill all for his Buire. And no one would even know it was him. Is completely numb to pain in his legs due to animal bites.

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My brain ran away from me. I am sad now.

It is Havoc Squadron's craziness that saves the galaxy from raisin man. Sevens and Puppy didn't know the Chancellor was deadly allergic to shellfish! Honest! And Stitches had been busy with Sevens and Error's latest set of pranks to the command staff. So he couldn't help, even the other medics were busy!

XD it ran away again!

#ocs #random #oc #original au #mun talk #clone ocs #corries #coruscant guard #star wars the clone wars #no order 66 #female clone

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This afternoon I had this fun idea for a scene in the last part of the Stepmother Alyssa Chang fic, and it possessed my head, so I wrote it. (Exorcism of plot ideas!)

831 words in 44 minutes.

BUT…once I finished, I realized the mood is all wrong (probably) and it takes the plot in a direction I don’t think I want it to go (without checking back with my notes and getting back in that headspace), so…it probably won’t appear in the finished work?

So I thought I’d post it here. Mildly spoilerish for the fic itself, so if you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t “Keep reading,” and if this scene doesn’t make it into the final draft, I promise to include a link to this post when I do publish the fic.

(Unedited, POV is wrong, etc…)

“I’ll take the couch,” Hope stated while gesturing Josie towards her bed. “You can get ready in the bathroom.” She pulled the sheets off and tossed them on the couch, then remade the bed with fresh sheets she’d retrieved from the linen “closet,” before finally changing into a pair of loose shorts and a faded, very worn, oversized Salvatore School t-shirt.

When Josie emerged from the bathroom, fresh-faced, a slight smile, and most of the stress of her long day washed away, in a well-loved yellow t-shirt and an almost-matching pair of Minions sleep shorts, Hope pointed to the bed and nodded. Josie got into bed and underneath the covers, before turning one corner over and patting the bed. “Come join me?” the ex-brunette asked, doing her best to make it seem more of a request and less of a question, biting her lower lip as she waited for the auburnette’s reply.

“Jo, you’ve had a lot to drink…”

“Not like that…”

“And a long day; you need a good rest…”

“And the only way I’m going to get it is with someone next to me. I’ve been alone for far too long, and all I want now, after this exhausting day, is to feel someone I know next to me….”

Hope relented and padded over to the bed, sitting down on the spot Josie had indicated and swinging her legs under the covers. “I have her number,” the tribrid began softly, voice full of regret. “She calls me once or twice a year to check in, make sure I’m not murdering people….”

Josie gazed at her with a look that was hard to decipher, but she thought she saw elements of fear, loss, regret, and love as she reached for her phone. She picked it up, and Josie nodded faintly, so Hope tapped Lizzie’s number and put the phone on speaker.

Not long after, a tired, slightly irritated voice answered, “HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON, you’d better have a good reason for calling at this ungodly hour; I need my beauty sleep. Has that excuse for a father done something stupid again? You better not have killed anyone. I knew I’d regret agreeing to be your sponsor in Serial Killers Anonymous…”

“I’m not a member of Serial Killers Anonymous, and you know that’s not how sponsors work…” Hope tried to object, but Lizzie continued talking over her protestations, ranting about whatever douche at a club had ruined her night.

“Lizzie,” Hope finally interjected, forcefully enough to get the blonde’s attention, and she then tapped the button to switch over to a video call. Finally, the auburnette continued in a jovial, almost teasing tone, “You’ll never guess who walked into my bar tonight.” Before giving the heretic a chance to answer, Hope panned the phone to include Josie, clearly in bed under the sheets with Hope.

“Hey, Liz,” the pink-haired witch greeted her twin delicately.

“NO! No, no, no, no, no. I am not seeing this,” the blonde exploded. “I warned you, Hope. To STAY. THE. FUCK. AWAY. FROM. MY. SISTER! I am getting on the next plane to DC and will put your tribrid ass in the ground before sunset. How could you!?” Lizzie railed, feeling betrayed once again by the Mikaelson woman.

“Lizzie!” her twin hissed, “It’s not like that at all.” Josie threw back to covers to show them completely clothed. “I had a long day and wanted someone to cuddle with…”

Cuddle? Hope’s cheeks began to redden.

“…So I could fall asleep. Strange town, strange bed. Just to not be alone, for once, after all these years,” the witch bit her lip, “and Hope mentioned she had your number, and I wanted to hear your voice again, Liz…”

“I’m sorry, Jo,” the blonde’s voice softened, full of regret for her outburst. “It’s good to see you, too; I’ve missed you for so long.” The twins smiled at each other, for the first time in more than a decade…since the night that Hope died. The world that the Mikaelson had turned upside down was finally set right, at least in that little part. Lizzie looked sternly at Hope and continued, “But absolutely no canoodling, or I swear I will hunt you down and end your tribrid ass. Read my lips, you and my sister are never happening.”

“Love you, too, Lizzie,” the auburnette chuckled.

“We’ll talk to you tomorrow, Liz; I’m exhausted. But finally the world feels right again.”

“G’night, Jo; I love you. Mikaelson. Keep your grubby paws off of my sister. You’re the little spoon.”

“Love you, sis,” Josie replied softly before tapping the button to end the call. “Thank you,” she added to her bedmate, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek before laying her head on the pillow. “‘Night, Hope.”

“G’night, Jo,” the tribrid replied, reaching over to flick off the light before turning her back towards her old friend, preparing to become the little spoon.

#Hosie #status #Stepmother Alyssa Chang #excerpt #hosie fics #hosie fanfic #hosie fanfiction #exorcism of plot ideas

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Lanable!

LALNABLLEEEEEEE yes yes yes

first impression: oh god it's been so long.. stabby stabby evil man. malicious manipulator that wants the buddies dead and has a diabolical plan. very cardboard villain (this is super obvious if you read my old wellcatchyou stuff lmao) impression now: pathetic wet cat of a man. he WISHES people took him seriously. still very dangerous when cornered but honestly he just wants to be left alone and do his evil plans in peace. Not Harmless but also if you dodge and weave your way close to him there are cracks in the persona. lalnabrain hellctor favorite moment: "TIME..... IS A HEXAGON" is extremely silly and is literally just an offhanded quip from when duncan and kim got confused about how in-character they are right now but also i love it. it's so goofy. a more serious moment is.. probably the entirety of his appearance in Burn? like we finally get to see him in action and he does SO much damage. showstopper moment. man i need to rewatch that idea for a story: i've been sitting on an idea for YEARS now in the work a miracle continuity that's about hector breaking into yoglabs and ending up in the reflecting pool from hypercubed. y'know, where livid is stored. the backup of who lalnable used to be. things go well (they do not) unpopular opinion: the story does work best with lalnable being the original. it's the bait-and-switch that shakes up the status quo, that calls into question everything about the lalnas, and GOD i wish more was done with it in-series. which is really funny because before 2.0's finale i was really annoyed at the "lalnable is the original" theory but then the time gate scene happened and i went OH. THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY. favorite relationship: him and five are a riot. they're playing hot potato with the braincell but also he would kill for them even if they keep doing more and more absurd accents every time he leaves them alone for longer than 5 minutes. sliding further into my Bullshit Corner: hector and kakujo are Best Friends and hector does not have a choice in this and my fav part of the hec n jo show is honestly, like, the intro part where kakujo barges his way into hector's life and will not leave him alone and decides to hug this bloodstained stranger because he noticed he's having a brain hell episode. i want whatever these two have going on favorite headcanon: he started leaning into the murder persona after having that reputation forced onto him by yoglabs and then it evolved into like, a weird reclamation thing but also he just has FUN with it. he likes being stabby! he loves his evil laugh! he doesn't see himself as one but sometimes you need to play the villain

#leo.txt #leos reply #artsarasp #work a miracle #hectorrrrrr my favorite screwup of a man

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thetruestofcrimes · 8 months

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The Darkest True Crime Part 1

1) The story Jerryy Jo Dupperrault, aka the "sea orphan" (1961)

This crime case follows the story of a young girl found alone on the raft and her family missing. This case is set in 1961 when the Dupperault family set off on a trip on a chartered yacht to the Bahamas. They would stop in Florida and switch to a sailboat named the "Bluebelle." They headed east making their way to an island chain of Bihimi. The crime takes place on November 8th when Jerry Jo heads to bed without her sister. She is then startled awake by the sounds of her brother crying for help. She moves the boat that is above her, to find her mom and brother in a pool of blood. Following her arrival to the scene, she moves to the hatch to find help. She is then told by the captain to stay down there.

Scared by the situation she hurries back to the sleeping quarters, in which, she lays curled in a ball. Oily-smelling water seeped into her cabin and covered the floor. Terry Jo realized the ship was filling with water, but she was afraid to move. The captain enters the quarter with an object in his hands which she had presumed to be her bothers rifle but not soon after he left.

With the realization the cabin is filling up with water, she leaves and heads to the upper deck. Upon reaching the upper deck, she saw the dingy and lifeboat float next to the boat. She confirmed with the captain that the boat was sinking, and he handed her the line to the dinghy. In her frazzled state, she let the line slip through her fingers. The captain jumped in to save and she never saw him again.

She quickly made her way to the lifeboat. As soon as she untied the boat, she sank into the water. She pushed the boat into the sea and boarded the lifeboat. She thought she was safe until she and the lifeboat were pulled into the water from a line that was snagged by the sinking ship. The line came free and she was able to resurface the water.

She was left with no food, water, blankets, or any resources that would keep her away from the ocean elements. The morning came with the new complication of the blazing sun and the disregarding lifeboat which left her vulnerable.

The next day, a red plane flew overhead but ultimately didn't see her. Her appearance did not help her because she blended into the rush of the water. Later in the day, she came into contact with porpoises, and although she was frighted she felt a sense of calm. The night gave Jerry Jo an escape from the harsh sun.

The next morning she was on the threshold of death. Going in and out of consciousness. She had brought herself out of it to see a great shadow over her. She started waving her arms when she heard the voices of people.

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The rescue of Jerry Jo was prompted by the rescue and recounted the story from the captain.

The captain claimed that "he was the sole survivor of a grave accident. In the middle of the previous night, he reported, a sudden squall damaged the sailboat. His wife, Dene, and the Duperraults were injured when the masts and rigging collapsed. Gas lines in the engine room ruptured, and the ship caught fire as it slowly sank. Harvey said he had managed to launch the dinghy and raft and dive overboard, but tangled rigging trapped everyone else on board" (Reader Digest).

Jerry Jo's side of the story would prove his story wrong. The truth was that the wife and family had been slaughtered on the boat by the captain. "The police suspect that Harvey killed his wife to collect money from her life insurance, and one theory suggests that Duperrault caught Harvey in the act, prompting the other murders".

Following the Coast Guard finding Terry Jo, the captain commits suicide in his hotel room.

This is Jerry Jo following her rescue.

Read The Reader's Digest for more detailed account of Jerry Jo's Story.

#Jerry Jo #crime #real crime #tw murder #murder mystery #boat #boat murders

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pro-logue-epi-logue · 6 months

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How to find anything on my blog using tags->

For devil's night/willemmy incorrectquotes,use #willemmy incorrect quotes , #kaibanks incorrect quotes , #incorrect quote

For my book reviews, use- #jo read's Corrupt #jo read's hideaway #jo read's killswitch #jo read's nightfall #jo read's conclave #jo read's fire night or simply-> bookname chapter chapternumber like- corrupt chapter 1, hideaway chapter 3

For specific characters,use - #michael crist, #rika fane, #nikova banks, #nikova mori, #kai mori, #damon torrance, #winter ashby, #will grayson iii, #emory scott, #alex palmer, #aydin khadir, #micah and rory

For fanfics,use - #willemmy fics (i have not written anything as of now)

For cat picture reference,use - #emory and will as cats

For devil's night pictures,use - #devils night in pictures

For random devil's night thoughts,use - #random devils night thoughts

For asks,use - #ask

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝙽𝚘 𝙴𝚡𝚒𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam, Dean and Theo are getting out of the Impala, parked in front of the Roadhouse.

"Los Angeles, California"

"What's in L.A?" Theo asks.

"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult"

"Yeah? Girl got a name?"

"Katie Holmes" Theo snorts and Sam laughs.

"That's funny. And for you, so bitchy" From inside the roadhouse comes the sound of breaking glass and shouting voices. Dean turns.

"Of course, on the other hand-catfight"

"Don't forget the popcorn" Theo mutters as the three-go in. On the upper levels of the Roadhouse, Ellen and Jo are shouting. Sam, Dean and Theo enter cautiously.

I am your mother; I don't have to be reasonable!"

"You can't keep me here!"

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie"

"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?"

"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't you. Go back to school" Ellen says.

"I don't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection"

"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen turns and sees the Winchesters "Guys, bad time"

"Yes, ma'am" Sam says, Theo nods fast.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway" Dean says. The three are about to walk out but is stopped by Jo.

"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this" A woman, a man, and two kids under three, all wearing bright yellow t-shirts that reads 'Nebraska is for Lovers' enter.

"I don't care what they think!"

"Are you guys open?" The dad asks.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"We'll just...check out the Arby's down the road" Theo gives them an apologetic look. They leave. The phone rings. Jo glares at it, then at Ellen, who stalks over to answer it.

"Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher"

"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment" Jo shoves a file folder at Dean "Take it, it won't bite"

"No, but you mom might" She pinches her lips, still holding out the folder. He takes it reluctantly.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six woman have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the patters. So, we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or-"

"Who put this together? Ash?" Theo asks.

"I did it myself" Dean seems impressed.

"Hmm"

"I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less"

"Good. You like the case so much, you take it"

"Mom!"

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't"

The Impala roars into town. The park in front of an apartment building. The doorknob turns and opens, revealing Sam, followed by Dean and Theo. They enter.

"I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case" Sam says.

"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Theo says.

"Erm, well, I-"

"Dean, if I was you, I would not say anything else" Sam says. The three pull out EMF readers

"You getting anything?" Dean asks.

"Nope"

"No, not yet" As Theo runs her reader over the light switch, it purrs. She leans over.

"What's that?" Theo asks.

"What?" Sam touches the goo.

"Holy crap"

"Gross” Theo says, touching the goo. Dean also touches the goo.

"That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man"

"Did you watch Ghost Busters on the way over here or something?" They say sarcastically. Sam rolls his eyes.

"Guys, I've only seen this stuff, like twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit"

"All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls" Theo pats Dean on the back.

"Thankfully not brunettes" she says, walking away. Sam snorts and follows, Dean follows shortly. Unknowingly to Dean she had wiped the goo on his back. They exit the apartment and walk down the hallway; hearing voices, they hide around a corner. Dean frowns as he realizes a woman's voice. The three looks at each other, knowingly. Jo comes around the corner talking the landlord.

"It's so convenient" she says.

"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished too"

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place" Dean, Sam and Theo step out.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"There you are, honey" Jo says, grabbing Dean around the waist "This is my boyfriend Dean and his buddy Sam and my big sister Theo"

"Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here" The landlord shakes Dean's hand.

"Oh yeah, she's a pistol" Dean says, smacking Jo's ass.

"Watch where you put your hand, Dean" Theo says.

"Protective sister I see" Theo nods, with a smile.

"So, did you check out that apartment? The one for rent" Jo asks.

"Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow"

"How'd you get in?" The landlord asks.

"It was open"

"Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?"

"Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent"

"Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me"

"Oh, sweetie" Dean says, smacking her ass again. Theo then smacks his arm, without looking at him. Jo then pulls out a wad of cash.

"We'll take it" she says. Theo and Sam look at each other and shakes their heads.

The four are in the apartment and Sam and Theo are sat on chairs, Dean sits on the table and Jo is standing. The four are checking their guns.

"I'll flip you for the sofa" Jo says.

"Does your mother even know you're here?"

"Told her I was going to Vegas"

"You think she's gonna buy that?"

"I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos"

"You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either" Dean says.

"Well, I am. So, untwist your boxers and deal with it"

"Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?" Theo asks.

"Working, at the Roadhouse"

"Hunters don't tip that well"

"Well, they aren't that good at poker, either" Theo's cell phone rings. He answers. She rings it.

"Yeah"

"Is she with you?"

"Oh, hi Ellen" Theo says, standing up. Jo comes over. Her brothers look at them.

"She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second"

"I'm telling her" Theo says, holding the phone back, to Jo. They have a furious muttered argument.

"Theo?"

"I haven't seen her" she says.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure"

"Well, please. If she shows up, you'll drag her butt right back here, won't you?"

"Absolutely" Theo says.

"Okay. Thanks, honey" Theo hangs up the phone; Jo grins cheerfully and hugs Theo "Yeah, yeah, your welcome, sis" Theo jokes.

Dean is pacing, Jo sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small knife around. Sam is sitting next to Jo and Theo opposite her.

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago"

"Yeah? What was here before 1924" Dean asks.

"Nothing. Empty field"

"So, more likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell"

"I already checked. In the past eighty-two years, zero violent years. Unless you count a janitor, who slipped on a wet floor" Jo looks to Dean "Would you sit down, please?" Dean sits down.

"So, have you checked police records, county death records..."

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing"

"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" Jo puts it down.

"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brough a spirit with it" Theo says.

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right>"

"Right. So, you and me, we'll take the top two floors" Dean says to Jo, standing up.

"We'd move faster if we split up" Jo says standing up.

"Oh, this isn't negotiable. I told your mom I'll bring you back if I found you, and I sure as hell plan to do exactly that after this, safe and sound. Sammy, you’re with me" Theo says, standing up, followed by Sam.

Theo and Sam are walking down the hallway with EMF readers.

"Well, that was awkward" Theo says.

"Yeah. What you did for Jo back there" The two stops and they face each other "You lied to Ellen"

"So?"

"Why?"

"Because-" She looks down "Because Jo is like me, she wants to be free and do what she pleases. And not have someone telling you what you can and can't do" Sam looks down, knowing that she meant John "But I told Ellen that if i find her I would drag her ass back, and that's what I'm going to do, unharmed" The two continue to walk in silent.

"How do you think the two up there are doing?" Sam asks.

"Probably about to kill each other"

"Yeah, maybe. Let's hope not though, 'cause Dean the key to baby" Theo snorts and smacks Sam's arm. Sam laughs. The two are silent again.

"Hey, remember that time when Dean and Dad left to go on a hunt and left you with me"

"That's happened many times, Sammy. Be more specific"

"Oh, I can, in two words" The two stop and they look at each other once again "Operation Vanilla" Theo eyes widen and she started laughing.

"Of course, I remember that, Sammy. You were what 6? 7? Yeah, Dad and Dean left to hunt down a vengeful spirit. So, it was up to me to look after you and be the stay-at-home mom" Theo looks down, smiling softly "You were upset because Dad and Dean weren't home yet and you were scared something happened to them. So, you woke me up at...what was it 1 in the morning? telling me you had nightmare that something happened to Dean and Dad"

"You turned on the lights then came over to me and kneeled down, holding my hands in yours and you told me..."

"I told you ‘Everything’s gonna be alright, Sammy. Nothing bad's gonna happen as long as I'm breathing'” Theo voice was overlapped with a younger her's voice "I then got on my coat and put yours on and I took your hand and told you 'Let's go and get Ice-cream' So I took you to an open 24/7 diner and we both got vanilla" Theo smiles at the memory, like it was only yesterday " So we say and talked and we stayed there until it turned 4 and I saw you start getting tired. So, I paid for the Ice-cream, I put you on my back and I carried you back to the motel room. You whispered to me 'Whenever one of us are upset, we use Operation Vanilla' and we'll do this all over again. When we got their Dean and Dad still weren't home, but you weren't worried"

"Because I knew that my big sister was there" Sam says. The two hug "I love you, Sis"

"And I love you, Sammy" They pull away "We should start heading back before Dean wonders where we went off it"

"Yeah" Minutes later, the two arrive back at the apartment to see Dean and Jo looking at something.

"Whatcha got?" Theo asks. The two turn to show Sam and Theo what they found, in Dean's hand there are a few strands of blond hair, with flesh attached to do "Okay, gross" After a little while, they decided to go to bed and continue in the morning. Jo and Theo took the bed while Sam and Dean took the couches.

"Did you find anything useful on your first hunt?" Jo asks.

"Erm, nah. I was quite clumsy back then, granted I was 9"

"What happened?" Jo asks.

"Well, to prove I could be fit to hunt, my old man took me out on a hunt. Just me and him, it was a simple salt and burn...or so we thought. Poltergeist was a young girl who was attacked other girls, we believed she killed herself and she wanted others to feel her pain, I guess. We were so close to stop her but she got a hold of my knife and she-" Theo stops.

"She what?"

"I, I don't know. I just remembered waking up from my bed and my dad telling me that I was knocked out. But I could of sworn I felt it penetrate me, I remember the pain, the blood, but I woke up and it was all, gone. I was confused and to this day, I am still confused. And I'll never forget the warmth feeling that I had felt that day"

"Well, let’s be grateful that you didn't die because where would Dean and Sam be now" Jo says.

"I don't want to imagine what their life would be like without me...Anyway, goodnight, Jo" Theo says, turning on her side.

"Night Theo"

#supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 2 years

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idk if ur taking reqs but u should write another kai fic featuring the innocent girl bad boy trope 💭

The Price of Hatred

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of death, mentions of violence, kai being a little shit, smut, hate sex, degradation, pain kink, breeding, scratching, fingering, choking, switch!reader, mentions of alcohol not proofread but to be fair I never proofread, dubcon (they have consensual sex but there’s no verbal verification on either end)

Word Count : a little over 5k

You could feel the heavy tension in the space as you walked in. Damon pacing in the living, fire blazing as bright as you've ever seen it. He was mumbly something to himself before he noticed your presence. Bonnie and also were nose deep in two separate grimoires searching for spells that could get then out of the current predicament that they were in.

"Where is everyone?" You asked, a slightly breathless tone in your voice. Your heart was racing at the thought of something bad happening to your friends. It was a terrifying thought, you hadn't felt something like this since Bonnie was stuck in the Prison World.

"Caroline is with Jo watching Elena. I haven't heard back from Stefan, and Ric is at home researching or something." Damon explained, pretty shaken up himself.

"What happen? All you sent was a vague texts."

"I don't know. She just started... coughing up water? Like she was drowning or something." He ran a hand through his hair trying to contain himself. Bonnie looked up from her studies, stress evident in her own eyes. "Kai put her under a sleeping spell which seemed to have stopped it... but he doesn't know for how long." He explained.

"Water?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "Like how she-"

"Yup." Bonnie sighed. "I said the same thing." She stood from her spot in the old leather recliner in the corner. "Which doesn't make sense because Kai already siphoned off the barrier on mystic falls." Her arms crossed.

"So what the hell is it?" You asked and she shrugged.

"I have no idea." She shook her head.

"I might have some idea!" Kai spoke from the couch. The grimoire in his hand, him laying on the couch as if he was just some light read on a normal day. Truth is, he didn't really care enough for Elena to be stuck on the couch searching for ways to save her life all day. But once he heard Damon say you were on you're way... he suddenly had all the time in the world.

You didn’t like him. It was very evident. You never made it a point to be kind, or even patient with the man. Which wasn’t surprising, none of your friend group liked him much. But there was something different with you. The hatred you spewed onto him wasn’t the same hatred anyone else gave to him. You, Y/N, was known as Mystics Falls Sweetheart. The kindest soul you’d ever meet. You don’t hate anybody. Kai being the exception. The way your tone could switch automatically when speaking to him and then saying hello to a stranger or familiar face on the streets.

Because of this, your friends feared, like many other demons they’ve faced that you’d except this demon and force everyone else to see past his multiple killings and find the person underneath. You’d had a gift for that. Changing people and their perspectives. Which is partially why your friends made it a point to inform Kai of all the things they’d do to him before ripping his head from his spine if he were to harm even a hair in your head. You were off limits. Nonnegotiable. Not that you’d go for him anyways, seeing as you hated him so much. But come on, this was Kai… when did he ever give up on a good challenge?

"There's a spell that allows a witch, of course, to kill a vampire, the same way the died the first time. It's very simple to cast, with a little of same elements that kill said undead creature the first time and some animal blood and weird sigils..."

"So you think a witch is trying to kill my girlfriend?" Damon scoffed in disbelief.

"Or a group of them." Kai added. "Spell does take a lot of energy. You'll either need one strong witch... or bunch of witches."

"Like the flock of heretics roaming around mystic falls..?" You questioned, earning Kai's full attention.

"Precisely angel." He hummed a sweet smile to you which you rolled your eyes at, returning your attention to Damon.

"Lily is having her little Heretic babies get back at you for Malcom." You concluded.

"What? That's not possible." He scoffed.

"Really? You took away someone important to them, so their taking away something important to you... makes perfect sense. And there's multiple of them. It wouldn't be hard to complete the spell with all that power."

"Okay fair, but wouldn't they need to know how she died first? The book said to complete the spell you'd need elements from how she died in the first place." Bonnie chimed in.

You looked to Damon expecting a response from him. You hadn't the pleasure of meeting these psychopathic vampire witch hybrids terrorizing your hometown yet. Thankfully.

"Don't look at me, I didn't say anything! To any of them." Damon defended himself. Kai tenses a bit at the conversation, which you noticed. Damon seemed to follow your narrowed eyes glare back to the siphon was trying to tiptoe away out of the room.

"Kai." Damon growled sternly causing the brunette to pause in his movements. "What. Did. You. Do."

"Okay... but you can't be angry at me." Kai groaned, throwing his head back childishly as if you're friends life wasn't on the line. "It was so long ago and I was like way out of it-"

"Malachi." You said sternly, capturing his attention. His eyes shot to you, a tingle running down his spine at the glare in your eyes. If you wanted to hurt him you could. He knew that for a fact. "What did you tell them."

"Relax, angel" he smirked at you. "It was after you-" he pointed to Bonnie. "Left me for dead in the prison world. Those mangy little mutts used me as a personal blood bag. And you all know how I like to talk... they needed entertainment, and there I was. Just funny and left to waste away."

"You told them about how she died." You groaned, running yours hands over your face.

"Actually I told them how all of your undead dead friends bit it." He shrugged you all were seconds away from snapping him in half. "Hey, I didn't know they were going to do something like this when you pissed them off." He reminded.

"He's right. There's no way he could've known." Damon scoffed.

"Does that mean we can't still kill him?" Bonnie tilted her head to the side.

"You'll be cleaning blood out of the carpet on your own." You commented. "I'm going to find Lily... or Valerie or Nora or any of those heretic freaks terrorizing us. Maybe I can talk to them. Get them to focus on something else." You sighed, turning around before, Damon vamped in front of you.

"You are not going anywhere. In fact, you will stay in this house. Bonnie and I will go." Damon mentioned and your eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm not staying here." You scoffed.

"Somebody needs to watch big mouth over here and make sure he doesn't tell anyone else's life threatening secrets to our enemies." Damon explained but you shook your head. "I'll find Lily, and Bonnie will be my back up. Just in Case." He winked at the witch.

"I'm not babysitting him."

"Don't think of it as babysitting, think of it as.... You not getting yourself killed." Damon grinned.

"What do you mean? Out of all of us, I'm the only one who hasn't done anything to these guys. They'll be much less inclined to murder me than the two of you!" You fought, but nothing seemed to stick.

"Sorry, kid, not today." He shook his head. "Bonnie." He spoke, sending her a soft look, earning a head nod.

"Already done." She replied.

"What? You know I hate it when you guys do that." You're eyes narrowed.

"I put up a barrier spell to prevent either of you from leaving this house until we get back." She mentioned and your eyes widened.

"You wouldn't." You glared, receiving an evil smile from the pair.

"It's to keep you safe." She shrugged. "We won't be out long. Be good. And if he bothers you. Just kill 'em'." She shrugged, her and Damon turning to walk out of the door.

"Bonnie!" You walked after them. Body being forced back as you tried to follow them out the front door. "Damon!" You banged on the barrier, only to be pushed back a few feet. "This isn't funny!!!" You called, the pair ignoring you as they found their way to your car. "Those fuckers swiped my keys!" You growled.

"Ooo princess, you need to watch that mouth of yours." Kai teased from the living room. Unfortunately for him. You were stuck together. Meaning he was about to be on the receiving ends of all your current anger.

"I will rip out your tongue and shove it so far up your ass you'll be able to taste what you had for breakfast 3 days ago." You scowled, his lips quickly formed a small 'o' shape, eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

"That's... pleasant." He shook off the thought.

Your eyes rolled, and you stalked off towards the kitchen. The only thing you could think of right now was food. You were a stress eater. You know it was rare for the Salvatore's to keep any actual food in the house, but you'd be able to make something with nothing, it was almost specialty.

You scoured the fridge, finding heavy cream, cream cheese, spinach, and some herb that smelled like thyme, a few eggs, and a block of Parmesan. Alfredo. You could easily make Alfredo. That was simple enough and you could angry much you're heart out until they got back. Unfortunately for you though, you weren't the only foodie in the house. Unfortunately, you weren't the only person charmed in the house. Kai found his way in, fully set on doing whatever he could to bother you. Almost like it was his own personal mission. And it was.

You were Y/N Y/L/N. The infamous. You were basically a legend around here. You were a badass Vampire Hunter who could resist any compulsion. Even in the midst of being tortured by a Mikaelson. You had a family, which you moved far away from this place the moment you got the chance. A mom, a dad, and a brother that was only a few years younger than you. You're friends held you on the highest of a pedestals. You were basically untouchable. And kai just so happened to wanted to see just how untouchable you were.

"You know, we've been playing this game for a while now, y/n. When are you going to give it up?" He sighed dramatically, taking a seat at the island where you were working on chopped through the spinach.

"When are you going to find someone else to bother?" You mimicked.

"When you finally look me in the eyes and admit how attracted you are to me." He hummed a bold statement. You're eyes rolled and you nearly broke out in laughter. There was no possible way he could have been being serious.

"Attracted to you? No. More along the lines of violently repulsed." You corrected.

"I find you're resilience very sexy you know."

"You're sick."

"Thank you." He smiled.

"I meant in the demented, mentally corrupt kind of way." You grimaced.

There was a look in his eyes that was absolutely disgusting to you. Dark and playful, like he was enjoying the banter you were so dreading. This was the man who hurt your friends beyond measure. Walking around like he was free man. After he became a heretic you're urge to kill him was through the roof. Nothing but the simple words of 'he useful' from Damon kept you from it. But if Bonnie were to ever ever give you a look of permission, you'd have his head in a basket presented to her with pretty flowers and a happy birthday card.

"You know, I'm very skilled in the culinary department." He brought up through the momentary silence you happened to be enjoying. "Allow me to help?" He asked, but you ignored him. "Also, red wine." He hummed, wiggled his fingers, pulling a bottle, an expensive bottle, of red right off the counter behind you and into his hand with just a thought. "Great stress relief." He smiled. "And it goes amazing with cheese. And pasta." He winked.

"I'm good." You deadpanned.

"You certainly are... something." His eyes raked over you. "Just a glass? And I'll be quiet. Promise. As a witch I'm connected with the earth. I'm able to feel the negative stressful energy your radiating and honestly it does not feel good." He shook his head. Snapping his fingers, and in an instant two wine glasses appeared right in front of him.

"Then leave." You suggested.

"But then how would I be able to see that pretty face of yours?" He asked.

"From the hottest pits of hell."

"If it's as hot as you then I won't stand a chance." He flirted, but you weren't all that impressed. Kai was no dope one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. But he was an arrogant asshole. He didn't care about the lives of others, he saw the entire world disposable. And while his physical beauty may have been stunning, his insides were as ugly as they could get. And you'd be dealing with his ugly insides for possibly hours until Damon and Bonnie returned. Great.

"Just pour the fucking wine, Kai." You groaned making him smiled.

"As you wish, princess." He smirked, popping open the bottle.

It only took 30 minutes and one 1 glass of wine before you felt yourself loosen up a bit. Your shoulders relax and you even let your guard down just enough to turn your back on Kai to grab some seasoning from one of the drawers. It took an hour and 2 glasses of wine before you let kai help you in making the homemade pasta. To be fair, you didn't really know how, and you were totally just going to wing it. Kai showed you how to knead the soft dough, and how to cut your fettuccine.

"Your hands are really soft." You soft, as he showed you how to work your palms in the dough.Truthfully, it was a simple innocent moment. There was nothing to be read into it.

"I moisturize." He shrugged, joking... sort of.

It took an hour and a half and 3 1/2 glasses of one and 1 giant sobering shared bowl of pasta because neither of you felt like doing so many dishes later, than you begin to notice what a gorgeous shade of blue his eyes were. And how when he wasn't being a complete asshole he was actually kind of funny. And it took one disgustingly long gaze into each other's eyes before he made his move.

You felt his lips touch yours, softly at first. The sweet of the wine mixing on both of your lips. His hand, on your waist, as he pressed his lips a bit harsher onto yours. Before you could think about what was going on your lips pushed back into his. You let this foolery go on for about 30 seconds before your mind snapped back into reality. You pushed him away from you, quickly wiping your lips in hopes that would erase the sin you just committed.

"What the fuck was that?" You glared at him.

"That was you... being attracted... to me." He smiled, proving his earlier point.

"You kissed me." You made clear.

"And you certainly kissed me back, angel." He replied. "I wouldn't have pegged you for such a good kisser, but with lips like those I shouldn't gues-" you hand stung his cheek. His head turning to the side at the force of your hit. If he didn't have vamp healing, then that would have definitely left a mark. Hell, with the force you put into that slap it would've left a mark regardless. "Ouch." He blinked a few times before looking back to you. "Honestly that was kind of hot."

"You're so- ugh!" You growled.

"Your only angry because you like it. And you know you did." He fired.

"I would never like kissing you." You spoke as if it was the grossest thing in the world.

"Your tongue said otherwise." He commented.

"You're delusional." You scoffed. "We kissed for like 2 seconds. It was a moment of weakness. And it won't happen again." You said sternly.

"You trying to convince me or yourself?" He smirked. You swung to slap him again but this time he caught your hand, yanking you closer to him.

"Let me go." You growled.

"You are so hot when your mean to me, you know." It was almost as if he was mocking you. "It'd be even hotter if you just admit that you liked me." His grip didn't falter no matter how hard you were trying to break free of his grasp.

"Fuck you." You scoffed. "You are evil. Literal scum on earth. I would never like you. I fucking hate you." The look in you eyes betraying every word for some reason. Your eyes darting back and forth to his lips, painfully obvious. You mind occupied with how strong his scent was and how it was fogging up every thought you had.

"Say it like you mean it this time." He chuckled.

"I hate you." You repeated. The amusement in his eyes refusing to fade. "I hate you." You spoke again pushing it into his head. You kept repeating it until he shut you up with another kiss pressed to your lips. For a second your lost your train of though before pushing him away again. You just glared at him, your wrist still in his hand.

It was like their was a silent deal being made. Silent agreement of attraction before your lips collided again in a more animalistic matter. Your hands holding his face to yours. His hands traveling down your body, lifting you up from the back of your thighs, allowing your legs to wrapped around his waist. He carried like it was nothing. A faint whoosh of cool air against your skin and you felt your back hit the wall. You let out a breathless moan as your mouths continued to work against each other, no rhythm or goal in mind just sloppy lips moving against each other.

You felt the air again, and this time you were both upstairs, you back pinned against one of the old painting on the wall, his sloppy eager kisses trailing down your neck. You head thrown back as you reveled in the feeling on his warm lips against your cool skin. This was wrong. But he felt so good against you. One time. One time, wouldn't hurt. And that's all it would be. Worthless meaningless sex. Just something to get your mind off of everything. That's not so bad... right?

And with one more use of his vampiric speed you were both in one of the empty rooms, your feet on the ground again. Back pressed to the door. Both of you shoving the clothes off of each other, eager just to be naked. Every time kai would nip at a bit of skin of your neck you would release a soft moan that only spurred him on further.

"Still hate me, angel ?" He chuckled, as you both broke apart to lift his shirt over his head.

"More than ever." You spoke breathlessly, eyes scanning over his scarily toned body. "You work out?" You ask, as him just snapped his fingers and made you shirt disappear without fail.

"A bit." He smirked, hand going to wrapped around your throat, forcing your lips together. You moaned a little to loudly for your liking at the pressure of his hand around your neck.

He guided your backwards to the perfectly made bed, bringing your to the edge of it before using some of his stretch's for toss you on. You went straight to you knees, lips colliding again as he stood at the edge of the bed. His hands roaming everywhere. Leaving trails of goosebumps along your arms and back, and earning moans as he kneaded the flesh of your ass. Your hands traveling down to his boxers. His jeans discarded somewhere by the door. Your hand, stroking the growing bulge in his boxers. You couldn't say you weren't surprised at the size of him. Usually when guys are douchebags it's because they are compensating for something... he, clearly, was just an ass to be an ass.

You let out a soft gasp as he pushed you back. Your body colliding with the soft fluffy pillows. His body climbing on top of you quickly. Your legs spreading, to allow him in between them. His crotch grinding down into yours adding the friction you were desperately craving.

"Oh the things I could do to you right now." He growled, tongue tracing one of the veins going up your neck.

"Do you ever shut up?" You grumbled, forcing his face back to yours, lips shutting him up before he could get another word in. You had shivers running down your spine, back arching into his chest.

"Have I mention how hot you are when you're mean to me." He groaned against your lips. His hand traveling down your body, fingers slipping past the bone of your panties. His smile widened at the feeling of his fingers being coated in your arousal, you felt the change in his features, and you pushed his face away from yours for just a moment.

"What?" You're eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled.

"Don't hate me so much right now do ya?" His eyebrow raised, fingers pressing down on your clit earning a moan.

"God, your such a dick." You moaned, feeling as his middle finger slid slowly into your cunt. He watched as you're face twisted in pleasure as his finger pumped in and out of you, not caring enough to ease you into it. He was using his strength to stretch you out with just a finger, his pace brutal as sent butterflies fluttering through you. Your moans and the wet lewd sounds of his finger fucking into you were just euphoric.

He inserted one more finger, earning a louder moan. One of your arms sprawled out next to you, fingers digging into the duvet, gripping it as harshly as you could, the other wrapped around his shoulder, nails raking along the skin on his bare back. His middle and ring finger scissoring you open quickly, making sure to get you nice and prepared for what he had in store.

"Fuck kai." You're moan was high pitched and you were unable to control yourself, actually. He grinned at the way his name rolled off of your tongue, like it belonged there. It sound so natural, and almost just like he had imagined it. Your back arched of the bed, his chest blocking you from going any higher, breathing began to become shaky. You cried as your orgasm ripped through you with no extensive warning. You're legs a bit shaky trying to close, but his body was in the way. You're hoops bucking into his fingers as he refused to stop, watching the way the pleasure took over your face.

"Kai stop it I can't-" he shushed you, only pumping his fingers faster earning a soft cry as your nails dug deeper into his skin, nearly breaking through the surface. He hissed with both pleasure and pain, his effect on you only driving him further.

"You can be louder than that right?" He teased, fingers hitting into you harder until you felt a second wave a relieve wash over you. A scream of his name earned a cocky smile as he removed his fingers.

He brought his finger up to you mouth, but you only glared at him.

"Open, and suck my fingers like the good little slut your going to be for me." He demanded, his body weight shifting to his knees so his other hand could grip your chin. Your mouth opened and he forced his fingers in between your hot puffy lips. You follow instructions for only a moment before shaking your head, denying him the satisfaction. "Don't be a fucking brat." He kept his fingers in your mouth, pushing them a little further in, only sliding them out a bit and repeating the mouth, fingering your mouth, while he held your chin in place. "Knew that pretty mouth was good for something other than being a bitch." He chuckled, as you whined around his cum coated digits.

He removed his fingers, once he felt you cleaned them off fairly well, tapping your cheek for a job well done. He smiled down at you mockingly, as you glared, again...

"Fuck you."

"What did we say about that language?" He faked him disapproval, lifting himself off of you. His hands pushing apart your legs further than they already were. Your panties still covering your soaking core, ripped off in a single second.

"What the fuck-" you felt a slight sting on your cheek from his hand colliding with the skin. It was hard but it was enough to shut you up. And make you wetter just from the feel of it.

"I said to watch you're fucking mouth." He gritted through his teeth. "We certainly have a lot of work to do, don't we?"

"This is the only time you'll ever come close to touching me again, so you better make it worth your fucking while." You growled, his hand wrapping around your throat again, earning a moan.

"We both know this definitely won't be the last time." He spoke confidently. "Gonna fuck you so good, you won't even be able think about anything but my cock." His words had a venom that made your skin crawl with excitement. And you hated every bit of how good he could make you feel. It was making it harder to convince yourself this would only be a one time thing.

"God, you really do talk so much." You groaned.

"I have a nice voice, why not use it." He grinned.

"Or you're just trying to distract me from the fact that your barely going to last 3 minutes." You fired, not caring much about his feelings at the time. His features darkened at the comment. A shot at his masculinity? That was low. Probably meant to piss him off. As was everything you said.

He mumbled a series a curse words, immediately lining himself up with your entrance. The angry red tip of his cock, slowly pushing into your cunt, causing your jaw to fall slack, a silent breath escaping as he nearly pushed all the oxygen from your lungs. Hands gripping the fabric underneath you naked body, as your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him closer to you.

"All it took was my cock to get you to behave?" He tsked, basking in the feeling of how tight your cunt was gripping him. He wasn't even all the way in yet, and you were already falling apart. "Should've known you just needed to get laid, angel. Probably would've fucked that attitude right out of you ages ago." He pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. Forcing his full length in your curb without warning earning a pained cry. Your hands went to his his back, nails automatically digging in.

His hips repeating the assault, drawing the most erotic moans from your throat. You shut your eyes, head going back in ecstasy as you tried not to think about the repercussions you’d face from this later on, but someone wasn’t having it.

“Open your eyes.” He demanded. “Fucking look at me.” He growled, your eyes snapping open, as his hand wrapped around your throat. His finger squeezing the sides, barely enough to restrict your air flow, but enough to send a pulsing euphoria straight to your clit. “Look away or close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” He glowered. Your breathing was shaky, every time you tried to take a breath his cock pounded into you making you loose progress all over again.

“F-fuck you” you managed to squeak out, not daring to break eye contact, even as watery as they were getting.

“Such a fucking cunt.” He moaned as you felt the way your walls were convulsing around him.

“I fucking hate you.” You spoke again, mainly for yourself, but to really make sure it got through. “So fucking much.”

Your nails raked across the skin on his back, drawing out a deep redness which healed fairly quickly. The pain lasted for a second drawing out a loud moan from the siphon, causing his hips to stuttered. You of course noticed the obvious affected it had on the sick mind.

“I’m gonna- fuck, harder.” You moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. For once in all the times you’ve known the heretic he actually listened, hips pulling back and pounding into you harder. You eyes rolling back as you tried to keep them open. A series of mindless moans escaping as your body began to vibrate, waves of pleasure beginning to break through your walls.

“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fucking cock.” He whispered into you ear. Shivers down your spine added to the pleasure. Your chest arching into his, the water in your ears spilling down the sides of your face. “I know you want, so be a good cockslut and cum for me, alright.” Though it shouldn’t have had the affect it did on you, his lips so close to your ear, hand around your neck, and cock hitting your g spot at a godly force, pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name once more, legs shaking as he continued fucking into you.

“S-shit I c-can’t-” you cried, making him grin at the helplessness in your eyes. So innocent, and sinful, a perfect blend of heaven and hell.

“Shhh…” his next hand just covered your mouth. Your loud moans being muffled. His hips hit into you one more good time before you gasped, moaning out as you felt him spilled his white hot seed spilling into you cunt. Filling you like nothing you’d ever felt. Your hands slipping down to his biceps gripping them as he milked himself out in your cunt, before pulling out, watching as he spilled out of you a bit.

He removed his hands from your mouth and throat. Still breathless, his used his fingers to push the white contents back into your cunt, earning a soft moan, just as you heard a door slam. A car door.

Bonnie and Damon were home.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled, knowing there was no way you could make yourself look decent enough so that they wouldn’t pick up on what the two of you were doing.

“Right in time.” He smirked as if this wouldn’t have gotten the both of you killed.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You pushed him a way, sitting up quickly, feeling his cum travel down a little two quickly. “Fuck, Kai.” You growled.

“Most people would be thankful, I couldn’t waited until they were at the door to finish.” He spoke, shuffling off the bed, picking up his boxers kicked on the floor, and sliding them up his legs pretty quickly, hoping his bludgeoned wouldn’t be evident through his jeans.

“You heard them coming?” Your eyes went wide, and he let out a chuckle.

“This whole heretic thing has its perks. This vamp hearing man, it’s crazy.” He shrugged as if it was emo big deal.

You shot out of bed, finding you jeans on the floor, seeing as he ripped your panties you were praying to got that you could hold in everything until you got home.

“You’re such a fucking prick.” You grumbled, chastising him for his reckless behavior. Scrambling around for your clothes. Grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head before head swiftly out the room door with kai also fully dressed right behind you as you heard the front doors knob jingle.

“Weren’t complaining about it when you were cumming around my ‘prick’ a few minutes ago.” He laughed which only pissed you off more.

The front door opened just as the back of your hand collided with his cheek. The sound loud and even made Damon flinch as he walked through. He quickly turned to Bonnie who was wildly amused by the situation.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have left these two alone together in the same room…” he pondered.

“You’re back now, meaning the barriers down right?” You spoke, walking quickly towards Damon who held You’re keys in his hand. Bonnie shook her head, trying not to catch the wrong side of your hand next. “Good.”

As you walked past you snatch the keys from Damon’s finger, slamming the front door behind you.

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gildedgaze · 3 years

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Why Pacat’s Captive Prince is so ✨captivating✨ and the role of fandom in an often monotoned life.

By way of warning *Spoiler Alert*

So it’s been a few months now since I went on a whim and decided to read my copy of Captive Prince which had been sitting on my bookshelf for years, along with many novels I have yet to delve into for leisure.

Upon devouring the series, the accompanying short-story collection, and now being neck deep in both reading and writing Capri fanfics—I decided to take a step back, in order to reflect on the aspects which I believe made Pacat’s work so distinct, and ultimately fantastic:

The blend of third-person/the unreliable narrator: I think it was clear pretty early on, that Laurent knew who Damen was. Damianos was giving very much dumb jock energy and I will admit it was sometimes frustrating to read. I will say however, that his ignorance in this respect, is reflective of how black and white his thinking is. He held a “right is right” and “wrong is wrong” type of mentality, which is the stark opposite of Laurent, whose nature is cunning as a means of survival from the regent’s abuse. And as they say, opposites attract! Unreliable narrator was definitely a literary choice, one which I found to be effective.

The world-building. Okay, the absolute debauchery that was thrown in our faces in book one was jarring—but I think there is something to be said about the function of shock and the depictions of pleasure. Veretians were described to do everything in extreme hedonistic extravagance, from sex-rings to mentions of public consummation, I’d argue that we as readers were made to feel just as shocked as Damen was when he was first faced with it all. Indulgences like sex, which is often done in private is brought to the forefront of this fictitious world. The hidden being made into a public spectacle in such a bold fashion has a sort of twisted appeal.

The idea of a homo-normative society. The way in which Veretian custom frowns upon the opposite sex coupling up because they’d produce bastards, and the encouragement of same-sex relations is a very interesting concept. “Bastards curse the line, and sour the milk, ruin the crops, and drag the sun out of the sky” (Prince’s Gambit, 168). IM—Our often homophobic society could never.

Illicitness/opposites attract: Damen and Laurent are polar opposites. Akielos and Vere are described as rival countries, so to have two people from warring lands fall in love, already aligns with the famed trope that predates the iconic Romeo and Juliet. Throw in a pleasure slave/master dynamic and also “my lover is my brother’s killer”—whew! The illicitness is shockingly off of the charts, which makes the story so so good.

On the significance of re-reading—now, upon re-reading Prince’s Gambit and Kings Rising, I clocked several intricacies and notable details that I did not recognize nor fully appreciate the very first time I delved into the books:

Jokaste: ugh my girl Jo—Y’ALL KNOW HOW I FEEL. Pls, when you’ve finished here, go show my fics ‘Mirrored Reptiles’ and ‘Meet Me At The Clock’ some love on AO3. Shameless plug aside, Jokaste’s switch in Kings Rising, from antagonist who betrayed Damen in book one, to it being revealed that she in fact saved him from Kastor by sending him off to Vere is such an UNDERRATED function of hers! If it wasn’t for Jokaste, Damen and Laurent would never have met! Every scene she was in during Kings Rising were so damn powerful, she was basically Laurent but scarier because she was calm about it!

The lyrics of the songs described during the parties scenes which played along with the kithara. Kill me. The poetry, I just can’t. Too good.

Laurent’s tactical manoeuvres while fighting against his uncle. Holy crap, everything from his negotiations with Vask and meeting Nikandros, I was so caught up with the romance that at first I missed the extent of the political complexities and the sheer treacheries at play. Laurent as a character is honestly so resilient.

The ending. People tend to say it felt rushed and at first, I thought the same. But the second time I read it over, it absolutely makes sense. It’s a full circle moment for Laurent to have killed Kastor, it made equal what Damen did to Auguste. Damen being left to nearly bleed out on the floor of the baths is honestly very fitting, considering everything that transpired prior. We are reminded that this isn’t just a love story, it is a war-centred narrative, thus a dramatic ending such as was published is appropriate.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of R*pe & Sexual Assault

Finally, a note on the regent and sexual assault. Critics deem that this story condones rape, it is clear from the early parts of book one, that it does not. Damen is described to be sickened by the sexual activities of minors from the get-go. Rape is addressed, not condoned in this work. I would have closed its bounds and threw it out if the narrative was some bullshit romanticizing a minor and a grown ass man. The Regent is disgusting and got everything coming to him by the end of it all. As for the mention of aspects like sexual assault and slavery, though unfortunate, disgusting and utterly wrong to read about or to consider, these are the realities that span global history. Though I want to say that we’ve come far, I’d argue that the atrocities detailed in this work still happen to this day, though in discreet forms, which is honestly even more alarming. If anything, Captive Prince touches on larger problems that span far greater than the fictitious world Pacat presents.

On fandom and fanfiction:

When I finished the trilogy and ate up the short stories, it still wasn’t enough. It’s been a long while since I’ve indulged in fanfiction, haven’t shipped a couple since Larry from One Direction y’all 😂. Life just got in the way. Though after speaking with my lovely cousin who has always been involved in some type of fandom, upon her suggestion I searched Captive Prince on AO3, and the rest is history. My god, I am astounded by the sheer talent that some writers possess, truly, there are folks out here thriving in their craft who need to be published in a professional capacity. Furthermore, for me to be able to write as a way to give back to the series that has meant so much to me, in a time of my life that I chose not to detail for anonymity’s sake—has honestly been so wonderful. Even though Captive Prince was published many years ago and I am late joiner of this fandom, the beauty of fanfic is that it stands the test of time and exists in order that people will always have free access, and enjoy the labour of love that writers extend by their own genuine volition.

What a joy it is to have discovered Captive Prince, in the year that Dark Rise is being released.

In a rather monotoned life, to have fanfic is to have a glimmer of hope.♥️

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princessmisery666 · 3 years

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Don't Pull This Thread - 8 Part Mini Series

Summary: Sam receives a call to tell him that his best friend from Stanford is in hospital. He rushes to her side and discovers she has secrets similar to his. Sam and Dean help her seek revenge till a revelation means she needs to go it alone and the boys need to focus on the job.

Series Warnings: lots of angst, sexual assault (described), fluff, smut, slow burn, canon type violence, language.

W/C: 50k.

Notes: switches between Sam and OC POV. Canon divergent but set around season 6/7.

A/N: This completed fic has been sat in my docs for 2 years. I wrote this first and then Sharing Dean Winchester spawned from the ending I wrote so I never posted this. My writing has improved so much since then and I had the intention of rewriting it to make it third person and past tense but I've never found the time or energy. Anyway, I read through it again and I absolutely love it, so I'm posting it as it is.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Female OC (Lexie), Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash, Bobby, random OC’s.

Pairing: Sam x OFC (Lexie).

Betas: I'm sure @slytherkins and @deanwinchesterswitch have looked it over at some point but otherwise none. I'm owning all the mistakes I made as a novice. 😜

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Prologue below the cut

Lexie POV

Eight months. Eight months I had been on the trail of the vampire that killed my family. Zak, my high school sweetheart -- who was turned shortly after I left for Stanford -- massacred my entire family. My mother, father, Tyler - my older brother, Cody - my younger brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and a few family friends for good measure.

I’ve never been under the impression that I’ll make it out unscathed. I know there’s a distinct possibility that I will die in my quest for vengeance, that I’ll be severely hurt or maimed in some way at best, dead in the worst-case scenario. But the one thing I didn’t count on was the person who would be on my mind in my final moments, Sam Winchester.

I’d always been close to my brothers, Tyler and Cody, my mom was my best friend, and I idolized my dad. I thought they would be who I saw in my final moments . However, it’s Sam. My best friend, the only person I truly have left in this world.

I’m in Zak’s lair, five vampires staring at me like I’m an expensive steak dinner, and I’ve accepted that I’m not getting out of this alive. I killed four of them on my way in, so they are going to make me suffer. It won’t be swift, it will be painful and bloody.

Zak has allowed his followers to beat me, he has permitted two strikes each, but no one is allowed to bite me. My ribs take the brunt of the blows, and I feel them when they break.

There’s a sharp pinch as a needle pierces my neck, and I know this is it. Zak’s drugging me so he can bite me without resistance, kill me while I’m unable to fight back.

Sam’s face flashes before my eyes, his annoyed, serious bitch face, his shy, dimpled smile, his multi-colored eyes that I can never quite decide what color they truly are, his long brown locks that always seem to fall just right around his face. My last thought before my eyes close completely; Sam is going to be so mad at me when he finds out I’m dead.

Sam POV.

Six months later

The Impala has never moved so slowly. I know Dean is flooring it. I know the needle is probably in the red, but it’s just not fast enough.

The call I received woke me from my sleep. I was too busy being pissed about the fact they had woken me to really pay attention, but when they had said her name, I was instantly awake.

“I have you down as the emergency contact for Miss Lexie Walker.”

Even though I had missed the caller’s introduction, there was no mistaking the professional, slow even tone was the voice of a nurse.

I asked her to repeat the location and then spat it at Dean. The panic in my voice and expression told him something was seriously wrong, and he immediately pulled an illegal U-Turn to put the car in the right direction of the hospital in Idaho.

My leg is bouncing up and down, and I can’t stop it. I’ve chewed the skin around my thumbnail to the quick and if I carry on, it's going to bleed.

“Why does this chick have you down as the emergency contact anyway?” Dean asks, throwing a glance at me.

“She doesn’t have anyone else,” I exhale sadly.

I knew I was her emergency contact, she had asked me if she could use my name, and I agreed without hesitation. However, I never thought I would get a call to tell me she’d been in an accident and would need someone to take care of her for a few weeks while she recovers.

“Sam?” Dean asks, “gonna need a bit more here. We passed on a case to drive six hours in the opposite direction to go see some ex-girlfriend?”

I shake my head and roll my eyes inwardly. Why does Dean always assume it's about sex when there is a woman involved? I guess he wouldn’t know a platonic relationship if it smacked him in the face. I huff a breath through my nose, “she’s not an ex-girlfriend. We went to Stanford together, she was,” I take a breath and correct my use of the past tense. “She is my best friend. Lexie is ‘Digital Girl’, as you call her.”

I kept in contact with Lexie when she left Stanford, six months before Dean showed up, and we’ve kept in touch since. She knows my secret now, though she didn’t know it back then.

Dean always gives me shit for laughing at a text message, e-mailing furtively at night when I can’t sleep, or walking away from him to take a private call. He jumped to the conclusion I had an online girlfriend, a digital girl. I stopped denying it a long time ago; it was easier to let Dean tease me than explain about her.

“She’s real?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes, Dean, she’s real,” I confirmed irritably, “she’s very real. But I spoke to her two days ago, and she said she was in Italy, so how is she in a hospital in Idaho?”

The steady beep of the heart monitor is both annoying and comforting. I’m sitting in the chair next to my best friend’s bed, holding her hand. Though I hardly recognize the girl in the bed under the bruises, the only thing recognizable is the mousy blonde curly hair that haloes around her head on the pillow.

Her left eye is swollen, the cut on her forehead leading into her hairline has thirteen stitches. I’ve been staring at her long enough to have counted multiple times.

None of the Doctors were much help. They told me she had been dropped, literally, from the back of a stolen van on the hospital doorstep. She has two broken ribs, bruising on her face and her arms are marred with the after-effects of defensive wounds, so I know she put up a fight. There is a needle mark in the crook of her left arm, and that is the only explanation doctors have for her substantial blood loss. Someone or something drained four pints of her blood.

Dean enters the room, chewing the last bite of what I assume is a cheeseburger and slurping from a large plastic cup. He throws a box that says chicken salad on the bed next to me. I ignore the food and look at him with hopeful eyes, “what did you find?”

He stands at the end of her bed, shaking his head slowly. “The cops got nothing. No leads, no clues. The only thing they are sure of is that she couldn’t have caused her own injuries.”

I roll my eyes. Well, that was more than obvious.

“I, on the other hand, found some very interesting things.” Dean slurps his drink loudly again before continuing. “I went by her apartment; she signed a lease for six months, two months ago. She wasn’t in Italy; as far as I can tell, she never has been. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I checked out her car, too, just to be thorough. It’s a thing of beauty, Sam.” Dean’s eyes light up as he describes the car. “A deep purple fully restored ’66, convertible, Ford Mustang. It’s got a…”

“Dean!” I growl with a little more hostility than needed, but I don’t need to hear about her damn car. “The point?”

“She has an arsenal in her trunk to rival ours and enough books on vampires to be the sole cause of diminishing rainforests.”

He looks at me expectantly, waiting for something, but I’m not sure what. I’m too sleep-deprived and anxious about Lexie to follow his thought process. My lack of brain function doesn’t go unnoticed; he rolls his eyes and annoyedly replies, “Sammy, she’s a hunter.”

That doesn’t make sense. There’s no way she’s a hunter. I look at her in the bed, expecting her to magically wake up in this exact moment and explain everything to me.

“I take it from your expression you didn’t know?” Dean asks.

I shake my head slowly, gazing down at my friend. The longer I stare at her, the quicker the pieces start to fit into place. It could be true; she suffered a horrendous loss—her entire family. The killer was never found. Maybe she found out they were of the Supernatural variety, and that’s what made her leave Stanford so abruptly.

Dean’s voice pulls me from my head. “Either this girl isn’t who you think she is, or she’s picked up a new hobby since you last saw her. Does she know the truth about you?”

“Yeah,” I reply in a whisper. “Yeah, she does.”

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