#then I want to protect her from the tiktokers stalking her

[whydoifeelthisquiet]

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#abby doesnt shut up #being a swiftie rn is incredibly conflicting #like I have all this love for someone who is dating someone with so much hate for ppl like me & ppl I love #and we’ve been waiting so long for this tour #and cool things are happening #and then he’s there and taylor supports him #so how do u even have fun anymore #then you feel shitty for going to tour at all even though it’s your dream #and you think about how all of her promises and morals have flown out the window #then you’re like oh great this is my only safe space and I’m mad but cannot leave #and then I love her #and then she doesn’t speak out #and then she’s pictured with that monster #then I want to protect her from the tiktokers stalking her #then I’m sad again #and I say this just being disabled. I cannot imagine how other marginalized swifties feel. #so please just be gentle with everyone rn. this is not cut & dry and ppl are allowed to feel multiple things at once. #if I see you yelling at marginalized fans for going to tour it’s ON SIGHT. they shouldn’t have to bear this burden and lead the way by - #-giving up their tickets. we all still love her and that’s why we’re angry.

[foreingersgod]

kk arnold hcs with fem!reader :))?? Only if you can 💝💝

KK Arnold x Fem!Reader Headcannons

always fixing your jewelry for you

“hold on baby, your necklace is backwards”

keeps pictures of you guys on her at all times, there’s probably like 4 polaroids in her wallet

sooooo clingy like her hands are on you at all times: hands resting on your thigh under your skirt, hugs from behind, like she’s all over you

offers to take pictures of you without you having to ask

“stand right there, i want a picture so i can post you”

speaking of posting, she’s always showing you off on her social medias. she posts pictures of you on dates, when you get dressed up for fancy occasions, when you’re not paying attention but she thinks you look beautiful

always lets you wear her clothes, especially her jackets or jersey

stalks your tiktok and instagram because she literally cannot take her eyes off of you

“are you still watching that??”

“what? you look so fine, i can’t stop looking!”

she’s such a giver, always leaves you little notes around the apartment to remind you of how much she loves you

talks about you so much all the time that her teammates get sick of her

loves to lay across your lap or on top of your chest after a particularly hard practice/game

your biggest hype woman

comments “that’s my girl!” or “i’m the luckiest person alive” under all of your posts

begs you to pamper her. like always asking if you’ll do her skin care or something like that because you’re “so good at it”

keeps an extra pair of shoes for you in her car just in case your heels start to hurt your feet when you guys go out

very protective of you <3

#kk arnold x reader #kk arnold #kk arnold headcannons #wcbb #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb

[diefxrguns]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

✯pairings- eren yeager x afab! reader

✯a/n- might have some mistakes, apologies in advance. do not tweak or steal my work. No posting it on tiktok without permission.

✯synopsis- eren yeager, your ex has a sick, unhealthy infatuation with a certain someone

✯c/w- smut, ( very disturbing), stalking, violence, drug use, alcohol use, kidnapping,non consensual touching(sexual) drugging, mental abuse, ect. If you're not comfortable don't read.

"lock me in your chains".✧

The last thing you remember was his eyes, so verdant and piercing.

The cannabis in your system making you see things. The world seemed to be spinning as you gripped onto the leather seat tightly.

The moving car did not help the feeling at all, and all you could manage to see was a man driving. His long hair falling past his broad shoulders.

His hands gripping the steering wheel, driving at a some-what fast pace.

You just wanted to go home, but you weren't in control of your thoughts at all.

You began laughing uncontrollably, the man driving payed not an ounce of attention to your foolery.

His eyes remaining on the road, he occasionally looking into the rearview mirror,his eyes meeting yours.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't identify him, but you felt safe. You felt protected...

earlier that night...

" C'mon Y/N, another drink."

" You only live once"

You swallowed the harsh liquor, that burned your thought as cheers could be heard throughout the room.

Of course Sasha dragged you to another frat party. Fuck. How you hated them.

It wasn't because of the people there, it was more of the fact that you'd get befuddled from the amount of rum, beer and wine in your system- Along with shots that Sasha and Hitch always forced you to take.

In this case, you were already on your 5th shot of Tequila mixed with God knows what.

" I, I don't.. I don't feel so great" you said clinging onto the girl next to you.

" Y/N, what have I told you about drinking to much" the familiar voice said.

" You have an incredibly terrible tolerance to alcohol, you know that"

The girl dragged you towards the bathroom, as music and cheering could be heard .

Your vision becoming blurry.

" Sit down" she said as she turned the tap on, wetting a cloth under the cold water. You sat on the toilet seat, with your head hung low, and your hair infront of your face.

She knelt down to your level, wiping your face- ever so slightly with the cold material.

" Oh my, I think it's time for you to go home". She said

To intoxicated to respond- you just nodded your head slightly. This was strange, because you only had two beers and five shots- yes you have a bad tolerance to any kind of alcohol, granted. But this was a bit weird because beer doesn't make you that drunk. And the shots were just tequila, you were wasted- like absolutely. On the verge of throwing up.

It wasn't normal at all.

As soon as the woman dragged you out the bathroom, your body fell into the arms of another. By the scent of the person you could tell it was a man.

" I'll take her from here, it's time we get her home" he said in a low voice, that was certainly recognizable .

" A..Are you sure, because-"

" Yes I'm positive Nanaba, she'll be safe "

Now that the car was parked, in a garage. The man opened your door and dragged you out of his car. Slamming the door shut.

He tossed you over his shoulder.

Taking you inside.

Your hallucinations got worse, bright colours and shining lights is all you saw. But due to the drugs it wasn't really there.

Things got darker from there...

I've been watching her for the longest time now, and ever since she started dating that dick. I've been feeling so angered, so hostile and furious.

"All I want is her, nobody else."

Your eyes opened to see the man sitting on a chair, infront of the bed you were placed on.

The drugs weren't completely out of your system yet. So the room was spinning.

When you tried to get up, your body ached. And so did your head.

And your hands were bound to the bed, with thick metal chains. Making your wrists pain.

The chains were tied so tight that your hands went numb.

" I'm sorry Y/N"

". I'm sorry for treating you badly I'm sorry for letting you go"

He said, quietly. But loud enough for you to hear.

The room was quiet and dark, but you knew the sound of his voice. He was so familiar.

He stood up and poured himself a drink, you couldn't tell what it was because of the lack of light in the room.

He sat back down, his eyes on you this time.

" Wh..what's going on, please I just want to go home"

You said, managing to form words and construct a sentence despite you being high as a kite.

He stood up and sat on the bed, not far from your body

" My love, please. I'm begging. I'm begging you to come back"

You just got more confused everytime this guy opened his mouth. Who the fuck is this guy? You thought to yourself.

" They'll figure out you're missing soon, and eventually come for me"

"You need to be mine again, this is the last time I'm asking nicely Y/N"

He touched your cheek with his palm, and you noticed he wore a black baseball cap with a black shirt.

His hands were cold but his touch was so familiar.

" Please, who are you. Just tell me" you asked him. Your throat dry from the lack of liquid in your system

His hands made their way to your breasts, fondling them slightly.

You were to weak to do anything but you liked it

" Answer my question" you said, your eyes tearing up. Not from pain, guilt or embarrassment. It was because you knew who he was, or you had an idea

He removed his shirt, revealing his tattoos and scars. Upon his toned chest was a large scar with what looked like words on them. The scar was fresh, and red.

As soon as he got closer the words on his chest were as clear as day.

Your name, carved on his chest.

It made you sick, sick to your stomach. Who would ever do such a thing...

And then it hit you, it hit you all at once. You loved a man not so long ago. He loved you too, but he always loved you more.

Apart of you wasn't sure if it was love, or something else. Maybe a mere obsession that drove the man onto pure insanity.

He would get so jealous and angry over you just talking to another male.

He'd even hit you across the face.

He was possessive and cruel. He gave you no room to love or improve yourself.

So when you packed your bags and went to go live with another man, you gradually forgot about him.

But here he was...

Eren. Your ex boyfriend, you dated for two years but it's been five since you left him.

You thought you ran away and escaped him. This was all so confusing.

" When I tell you I've been worried sick Y/N. I've been up at night, thinking, dreaming of you and your body. "

"I missed you, I missed you so much,so I drugged you and brought you here, everyday I think of you. And when I found you I couldn't control myself"

He crawled on the bed ripping your dress off, revealing your lacey- black bralette and your panties.

A small gasp left his lips as he stared at you with lustful eyes.

To tell the truth, you missed him to. Nobody could ever love you like Eren. No man could ever touch you like he could.

You wanted Eren, you craved him.

Everytime your new boyfriend fucked you, you wished it was Eren. And as terrified as you were, you wanted Eren back.

" Eren... Please"

You said as a small moan fell from your parted lips

A sick laugh escaped from the man on top of you, it was loud and sounded evil.

His hands running through his long hair, gripping it as he laughed more.

Oh how Eren let himself fall into disarray. He's so fucking insane it's not even funny.

He wants you, he wants you so fucking bad.

He kissed your lips passionately, cupping your small face with his hands. He inserted his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into the kiss.

He played with your breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. Making you moan gently.

After some time, his hand made its way to your underwear, rubbing circles around your clit softly.

You were so horny for your ex boyfriend. If your current man found out, he would kill Eren. You knew that, and Eren would kill him first.

Eren pulled his boxers down only to reveal his hard cock, leaking with pre-cum

The poor man hasn't fucked anything in almost five years. He needed this. Fuck- you needed this.

He fucked you at a fast pace, making you moan and cream all over him. Again and again and again. It's almost like you came every ten minutes.

One thing about Yeager, is his stamina is godly. He could go for hours.

And when it was all over, he removed the heavy chains form your wrists.

Blood gushing from them as bruises could be seen.

He fetched you a towel to wipe the blood and a glass of water to clench your thirst.

" If your new man comes back I'll fucking kill him, I'll fucking do it." Eren said with venom in his voice

After all this time, Eren still loved you. Yes he was fucked in the head.

But truthfully, in his world. There was no one above you...

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#anime #eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren smut #eren x reiner #eren snk #snk eren #eren x you #eren x mikasa #eren x y/n #eren jaeger #aot x female reader #aot reiner #reiner aot #eren mikasa armin #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren x reader #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager x you #aot smut #armin aot #armin x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan x reader

[the-type-a]

Duncney Week 2023

(9•16) Day 7: Situations

**THE CANON DAY DUNCNEY FIRST GOT TOGETHER**

AO3 | FanFic | TikTok | Twt

Don’t Ever Look Back

(Read under break)

Strong fingers helped Courtney tie up her corset as she slipped the puff sleeves of her dress back up her arms. She sighed as the brush of soft lips tickled her shoulders. Those same fingers turned her head to look back; blue eyes darkened under the faint light of the night.

“Same time tomorrow, Princess?”

Duncan’s voice constantly stirred something in her, and if she lacked self-control, Courtney would have jumped back on him. The two had been risking everything to be with each other for a long time. They both knew the consequences should anyone, her parents to be exact, find out.

Courtney wasn’t just any ordinary girl running off into the night with some guy. No, her pet name stemmed from much more than a pretty face and nice clothes. Courtney was the Princess of Las Flores, a Kingdom her family had run for centuries. And Duncan? Duncan was not some orphaned stable boy like he once had been. Today, he was the family’s loyal guard. The Captain of the Knight’s army. He had sworn to protect Princess Courtney ever since they turned of age– but that had quickly turned into something serious.

To make matters worse, Courtney was forced to meet with Princes of different countries; the Kingdom needed a strong alliance, which meant Courtney was a prize amongst many.

The duo scrambled for their belongings before standing up. Courtney fixed the skirts of her dress, dusting away strands of hay here and there as Duncan secured his sword in place. She waited by the archway as Duncan stepped onto the open field and only moved when she heard a familiar whistle in the distance.

By the time Courtney was back in her quarters, it was past midnight. She smiled to herself for securely getting away for the night again. At first, she was petrified, but the more she snuck around, the easier it became– and the thrill excited her to no end.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

Courtney stopped dead in her tracks. She was sure her parents were asleep before running down the shared common space.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She turned to face her Papá, “I went to the library–”

“¡No me mientas!” His voice echoed around the room. He laughed as he approached her, “You think I don’t know?”

Courtney winced as her Papá yanked her by the arm, dragging her across the hallway and down the massive staircase. She tried to pull out of his grip, but that only angered him more. The King only let go when he shoved her onto the ground; the new room filled with his most ruthless guards, and as she scanned the area, she saw him. Duncan was being held, his arms firmly against his back and two daggers on either side of his neck. She felt her world was falling apart as her Papá stalked toward Duncan. He was going to kill him and her next. Quickly, she crawled to him.

Seeing his daughter covered in dirt and next to this glorified stable boy made his stomach sick. The King held his hand up, and Duncan was instantly released. He fell to the ground and pulled Courtney against him. She swore she could feel their heartbeats sync together from how tightly they held each other.

“I never want to lay eyes on you ever again.” The King sneered, “Get out.”

Without a second thought, Duncan was on his feet. He helped Courtney up as they ran toward the entrance of the palace. If this is what it took to be together, so be it. The two had talked extensively about running away together should her Papá make a solid marriage arrangement.

Once they were out of sight, the King turned to his men, “Kill them, and make it quick.”

—

Duncan and Courtney made it past the main gates when they heard running and shouts from the King’s men. They zig-zagged through the forest, trying to get them off their trail, but nothing worked. Duncan then pulled them behind a large boulder to catch their breaths, if only for seconds. He peaked over and cursed, seeing a swarm of men heading toward their hiding spot. Duncan knew what he needed to do. He looked at Courtney and squeezed her hand one last time. She knew what was coming and shook her head.

“Princess, it’s going to be okay.”

Tears streamed down her face, “No. Please, we can outrun them.”

Duncan palmed her cheek, wiping the tears away. This is how it had to be; if their love was strong enough, they would make it.

“Meet me at the stables, and whatever you do, don’t look back.”

Duncan kissed her forehead before jumping into the line of view, leaving Courtney no time to protest. The sounds of swords and curses were the last thing Courtney heard before sprinting in the opposite direction. The whole time she ran, she prayed to the old gods that Duncan would be okay.

Her shoes were muddy when she reached the stables, and her dress was torn in multiple places. But she was alive. Quickly, Courtney hid behind the thick planks and waited for Duncan. He would be there at any moment; he just had to.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes seemed to stretch. Rain started pouring down, making it hard to distinguish objects outside. Courtney’s heart felt like it was sinking when she heard running footsteps approaching. She held her breath, staying hidden in case it was one of the Kingdom’s guards. The running stopped, and all she could hear was the sound of each stable door being pushed in. Lucky for her, she was on the far end of the lot.

It wasn’t until that voice called for her that she ran out without care. She could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Princess!”

It was as if time slowed down as their hands reached for one another, but everything resumed at full speed the second their fingers were intertwined. They had no time to discuss what Duncan had fought through to meet her there. They only had time to share a kiss as they raced for the hidden door that would lead them to the tunnels. It felt like an eternity as they ran. Ran through the tunnels and into an open field. They ran past unknown villages until they reached the water. They had snuck onto the lower deck, and they finally rested only then.

Duncan and Courtney had done it. They had succeeded in escaping the crumbling kingdom. As long as they had each other, nothing would tear them apart. They didn’t look back as the ship pushed off the shore and finally headed to a new destination, a new life for them.

#the-type-a #duncney #duncney week #duncney week 2023 #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #day 7 #situations #my writing

[cykward]

I feel like Amy and Bibi's animal reps are switched and that's so cute to me

Bibi=Cat

1. Cats are predators, Bibi basically was hunting Peter down(and later Amy) in the way a cat would stalk it's prey

2. Cats tend to be pretty possessive similar to how Bibi is. She doesn't want to share her person of interest with anyone else and will protect that at all costs(one of the earlier scenes where someone said she stabbed someone with a fork for talking to Peter, how she kidnapped Amy because at first she presented as a threat as well, and the How to Kill a Peter chapters)

3. Cats are generally independent animals. Bibi is capable of living on her own both socially and fundamentally, her uncle is never really home so she assumingly has been living alone for a while and it's stated she never really had friends before Amy.

4. Amy is specifically represented by a black cat, and the superstition of black cats works with Bibi. Those scenes of her walking around school causing chaos around her, how people generally are just creeped out by her, and specifically how Camilla talks about her to Amy.

5. Cats are stereotyped to be apathetic and selfish, Bibi is both of those things.

6. More of a shallow reason but cats are associated with wealth/luxury, Bibi is filthy rich.

Now, Amy=Bunny

1. Bunnies are typically timid and stuff, Amy is generally a timid person. She runs away from her problems and generally just scares easily. She doesn't like confronting stuff head on and pushes people/opportunities away because of her own anxiety about how things may end out, like with Camilla before the story starts and later with Bibi when she confessed.

2. Bunnies are associated with youth, similar to Amy. For youth, Amy never fully recovered from the trauma surrounded with the childhood and mother. She still frequently has flashbacks and stuff but still has that childish connection to her mother despite that. And with how Camilla sometimes still sees Amy as her younger self, in general she's seen more as her younger self.

3. Bunnies are seen as weak/fragile, Amy constantly has some sort of injury and is known as accident prone. And how other people describe her, I forgot the exact quote but she's occasionally referred to as 'that scrawny Asian chick' or something along those lines. She's just overall deemed pathetic. She also let's people take advantage of her, she doesn't stand up for herself at all(Bibi in the beginning when she was trying to get to Peter and that scene in Amy and Camilla where Camilla's team mates were making fun of her)

4. Bunnies are associated with innocence as well, Amy is typically seen as overly gullible. Especially those scenes where Camilla is overprotective over Amy being around Bibi, she's assumed to just not be able to see Bibi's true nature and whatever because of that assumption.

5. Bunnies are prey, Amy gets kidnapped basically every other episode.💀

Also how they're perceived by other, Amy isn't noticed as much as Bibi is but yet people would still generally want to trust/be around Amy rather than Bibi. Similar to how generally most people would rather be around a bunny than a cat but it's more likely they'd notice the cat first(if they were both in plain sight, obviouly).

Already talked about this on my tiktok but it won't leave my head so..

#i love amy #bibi #bibi reden #amy lee

[xplrvibes]

So another TikTok came up on my fyp about Colby having a gf, lol and they even showed the pictures of them looking like they’re holding hands, I’m sure you know the one, but they also attached her Insta account and also attached a post of what she’s wearing in the pic, which was dated all the way back in March (I did a little stalking myself) regardless if this was recent as the comments are saying, then I don’t think it’s her. Or these pictures are only surfacing now, but why would the creator say that they met them and said they were flirting all night etc, sounds to me it’s all for attention.

I'm aware.

And honestly- and this is not against you, anon, this is against the people that will not stop spreading this all over the platforms Colby and this girl are on and tagging them in this drama- but this is the entire problem with this situation, wrapped up in a neat little bow.

Colby went on what was possibly ONE CASUAL DATE; a date he did NOT in any way, shape or form make public, advertise or- and this is the important part, here, the part that flies over everyone's head for whatever reason- CONSENT to having made public. A "fan" (and boy do I use this term loosely) saw him out with this girl and thought, "Oh man, everyone needs to know that I know that he has a girlfriend!" and took a sneaky ass photo behind his back and without his or this girl's permission and spread it around everywhere, while simultaneously telling every that they saw him holding hands, flirting and kissing this girl.

Within hours, the alleged girl's instagram was found and dissected, her followers suddenly included a whole lot of accounts with "xplr" or "colby" in the handle, and she suddenly started getting inundated with people on her live streams asking her personal questions about her age, her intentions with Colby Brock, and demanding more info from her as if they have the right to know this shit.

At the same time, I saw people expressing disappointment in Colby for being with this girl instead of Shea/Stas/Kris/Amber etc (I saw them all, don't worry). One commenter was upset that he broke Kris' heart with this. Several commenters and people on here started with the "see? Colby's a tramp" routine that some of y'all just sit on pins and needles waiting to be thrown around. Others started in with everyone's other favorite Broadway musical "How Dare Colby Make it Public That he's Hooking Up (Why Must He Throw This in Our Face)?"

Meanwhile- COLBY. DID. NOT. CONSENT. TO. THIS.

He did not make this alleged date public information himself; nor did the girl allegedly in the photo. He did not ask for this "fan" to do this either. And this started the SAME FUCKING DAY that a podcast came out where he expressed having a breakdown because he can't handle social media consistently interfering in his life, and now he values his privacy so much more because of this.

And still, this is where we are at.

By the way? This "fan" confirmed Sam was also there on a date, and was flirting and kissing the girl he was with. Guess who I haven't seen a single sneaky non-consentual photo of, disparaging comment about, or any drama over?

Wanna know why? Cause the "fan" states they were protecting Sam's privacy cause they didn't want him to get hate.

Think about that. Really sit with it. Let that sink in.

Let this entire situation and all the nuances of it sink and paint you all a picture. And then come tell me what that picture is.

First person to guess correctly wins a prize.

To your point, anon, this was all done for attention. It is continuing to get spread for attention. But the attention is coming at the expense of the mental health of a man that every claims they love so much (they don't, or they would just gossip about this shit quietly and behind closed doors like everyone else with sensitive knowledge), and therein lies at least 50% of the problem.

#asks

[mysteriouslypleasantsuit]

Off my chest

About 9 years ago while hanging out at a party with a group of friends that included my ex, I briefly snuck away from the group to greet the girl I’d been dating for the past few weeks. My ex was not involved with me at any capacity at this point of time, observed what happened and was deeply offended. She came to my apartment, where friends from out of town were staying, at 2 am to curse both me and the girl out and threaten me sexual assault allegations if I didn’t stay out of Black community spaces. To be clear, even in the least generous telling of events possible I didn’t sexual assault her. Two months prior I put my hand on her back while she was crying in an attempt to comfort her and it made things worse. While she managed to convince me that this action was more damaging than I could possibly imagine or than her prior interactions with me had demonstrated, I still didn’t agree to self-isolate. In the time since she has mounted a consistent and ever-growing false allegation campaign against me which has severely impacted almost every relationship in my life. Most importantly it’s impacted my relationship with myself and my ability to accurately perceive reality. It severely impacted my ability to trust others and read people and has led to feelings of helplessness and vulnerability in the face of largely hidden attacks that I’ve felt I have no means of protecting myself from. It’s affected me in a lot of ways and as I’m working on forgiving myself and others it feels deeply important for me to at least share the truth to the best of my ability. I wrote the below passage about six months ago while really coming to terms with everything with the hope that just writing and not sharing may be enough to bring me some form of closure. Unfortunately, I now know this isn’t the case. What follows is long and detailed and was written while I was still holding on to a lot of self-blame and while I’m sure my perspective on things will evolve with time, the facts of things won’t change. There’s 9 years of scars and damage and even if everyone who reads this believes me and she recants her prior stories it won’t undo things and I’m working on accepting that and doing what I need to do to move forward. 

-----10 years later - A story I never wanted to share------

A couple weeks ago, I came across a TikTok from my college ex-gf. In this post she talks about how she escaped an abusive relationship with me and about how I stalked and harassed her, specifically mentioning how I banged on her door one night and how the fear I instilled in her led her to the verge of self-harm. It’s hard for me to explain or even fully understand the extent to which seeing this clip impacted me. This event never happened (me banging on her door) however her banging on my door and threatening me happened twice, both times with multiple witnesses. What I saw was someone describing harmful actions which they did towards me as something that I had done to them. I dug deeper, into previous posts on her tiktoks and other social media and saw that this emerged as a bit of a theme. She was repackaging things she’d done to me and publicizing them as things I’ve done to harm her. I don’t fully understand why this became a breaking point for me. Why after all of the years and allegations I’ve heard is this the straw that broke the camel's back? Perhaps it’s because I’m already in vulnerable state due to a life-altering break-up and I am on the verge of failing out of a Ph.D program for which I dedicated the past half-decade. Maybe it’s the boldness of the claims being broadcast to her 12k followers and everyone that knew the both of us together, maybe I no longer fear her, but for whatever reason I’m no longer willing to remain in complete silence and hope that all of this just goes away.

To quickly summarize how our relationship evolved over time, We started dating my sophomore year of college. We broke up in August before I started my 5th year, master’s year. We remained friends until mid-March of the following year. We had a big hiccup in December - January when I discovered she’d be secretly dating one of my close friends and when confronted about it she requested that I take her back. We didn’t end up getting back together, she kept dating him and I made my peace with it. We continued to be friends up until mid-March when she learned that I had been seeing someone else.

The very night she learned I’d been seeing someone else, she came to my apartment around 2 in the morning to curse me out and demand I stay out of certain Black community spaces or else she would pursue sexual assault charges against me. The accusation seemed to come out of nowhere, she was a survivor of sexual violence and trauma from her past experiences had been an important and ever-presence dynamic in our relationship which I’d always been attuned to and respected. The accusation was also directly tied to an identical request she had made of me 4 months prior, “for me to stay out of certain Black community spaces”. The first time she asked this it was so that she could prepare her law school applications, but when I learned her and Christian had been dating I realized it was more likely so that they could see each other without the awkwardness of my presence. I stated that you can’t just accuse me of assault so you don’t have to deal with me.  

 In the tense discussion that followed, I learned that she was referencing a conversation we had in January about getting back together in which I placed my hand on her back without her consent. There was ample discussion over whether what transpired constituted sexual misconduct, about the timing of this allegation, and the demands for not leveling this accusation appearing to simply set the stage for her to date my former friend without the uncomfortableness of my presence.

In the time since, we’ve never re-established a meaningful relationship as friends or even cordial Exes. There were several clashes, which revolved around me refusing to banish myself from Black community spaces and me requesting that if she does continue to accuse me of sexual assault, can she please actually tell the actions that transpired between us. While our interactions have long since ceased, her alleged abuse at my hands is still a large part of her personal and professional narrative with the allegations appearing to morph and grow over time. I often struggle to call a spade a spade but I do feel I need to name it in this case:

For the past 9 years a person I loved and trusted has fabricated and disseminated tales of abuse at my hands for reasons I will never grasp.

I recognize how outlandish it sounds, and the natural question which I’m still struggling with is, “Why would anybody do that?”. Despite my best efforts for a truly extensive amount of time, I have yet to come up with a satisfactory answer or at least one that seems plausible enough to merit what has happened, so I’ll do my best to refrain from speculating. While I might not be able to say why things happened I can be precise, descriptive and detailed about what exactly happened between us and hopefully that will be enough for some level of resolution. 

One of the challenges in telling a version of this story is that I have no real insight into the full nature and extent of the allegations that have been leveled against me. The first reason is that the majority of things said are behind closed doors and at best I can have secondhand insight into what’s been discussed. Secondly, the nature of the accusations seems to have morphed over time. In 2014 while her and I were still in communication, the allegations hinged entirely on what transpired between us in January. In 2016, when I became aware of a public blog post, the allegations had expanded into covering the entire year after our break up. The sexual assault allegations had been expanded to three separate instances over that year and included allegations of stalking and harassment. Now in 2023, I’ve come across several social media posts which reference our entire relationship as abusive and the allegations are not restricted to the time after we separated. One of the allegations in a post was that I disliked her roommates and attempted to isolate her from them in an attempt to manipulate/control her. These are only the things I’ve been able to directly observe, from secondhand accounts, I’ve been accused of being emotionally, physically, and sexually abusive towards her. I’ll try my best to represent the true nature of our relationship through the relevant time frames with as much detail as I can. 

We dated for about 3 years throughout college, starting my Sophomore and her Freshman year. Throughout this time we were both as supportive as we could be to each other and our friends, family, and community strongly blended and integrated. We both carried various forms of prior traumas and struggles into our relationship and neither of us were likely receiving adequate professional help on handling these things. Early on in our relationship, she shared that she was survivor of sexual violence as managing and responding to unexpected triggers became a significant part of how we practiced intimacy. Developing a pattern of trust, communication, and responsiveness to what was likely an undiagnosed case of PTSD, was essential to our relationship. While I can clearly and unambiguously state there were no forms of abuse physically or sexually in the course of our relationship. Emotional abuse may be harder to objectively identify but I also do not believe this was present in our relationship. I also recognize that I may not be viewed as a reputable source on this, in this case I would point to her own public words from 2016 detailing that at the time of our break-up I was the only person she trusted with her whole body and soul. This was a hard won trust and not the result of years of abuse. In terms of us breaking up, while we were never able to fully articulate the reason and she ultimately called it off both of us saw it coming. My best understanding of it is that she was struggling with undiagnosed and untreated depression, while I was struggling with undiagnosed and untreated anxiety and this resulted in a very stressful relationship where neither of us were happy or taking proper care of ourselves.

Once we ended things, we still maintained what was a healthy friendship. Still hanging out together or in joint groups. We supported each other during family emergencies and weren’t above asking for and receiving favors from each other. We broke up in August 2013 and immediately started dating other people. In September, we reaffirmed that this was a complete break-up and not any form of break/separation. It feels worth noting that Layla drove these decisions but we were in agreement.  At some point in late October/early November 2013, Layla confided in me that uncertainty about the future of our relationship was negatively impacting her abilities to perform in school. This, coupled with her current health conditions had become too much to handle. When I told her that I had no intention of getting back together, she requested that I cease communication with her and to stay away from Uj until she could finish her law school applications because it had become too much to deal with. I conceded and decided to stay away from areas where she might be present for the remainder of the quarter due to concerns for her well-being. 

This was a significant ask of me because I had lived in this dorm for almost all of my 4 years in college and the vast majority of my remaining friends on campus lived in this dorm. However, I happily agreed, it would just be for a few weeks and while the break-up had been hard on me I figured I could stomach the temporary loss of community. During this time period I would later find out that she had started to become involved with one of my close friends who also lived in this dorm. A friend shared this information with me over winter break, at which point I immediately called both of them. I called Christian first to confirm whether this rumor was true, to confront him about not having the courage to tell me about it, and to express disappointment in how he’d supported me during the break-up which made more sense now given the current revelation. I next called Layla, that discussion was longer and much more tearful. The major points were me requesting she date anyone else besides a close friend that was both painful and causing me to question a tremendous amount of our relationship. She basically explained how much he was there for her throughout a hospitalization she had that I was unaware of.  She stated how the only thing she really cared about was getting back together with me, asking if I could forgive her/make it work. I said that I didn't know and I’d need time to think about it. We agreed to discuss it in person when we both got back to campus. 

We got back in early January and discussed it in my apartment. I said that I’m unsure how or if it could work, but that I’d be willing to give it a try. At which point she shared that while she’d wanted this up until the car ride back to campus at which point she had a panic attack on the freeway and had to pull over for an hour. On the drive back she realized that it wouldn’t work, she also shared more about her health tribulations over the past few months. Including an undiagnosed but significant heart issue which left her hospitalized for days, as well as an attached monitor of some sort that may help them with an eventual diagnosis. I felt rejected and disappointed that she’d demanded I do all the emotional work to get to this point only for her to change her mind at the last minute. However, these health revelations dominated my concerns during this talk and I mainly attempted to offer support.

When I walked her to her car at the end of this conversation we ended up kissing/making out. It was unexpected given that the takeaway from our conversation was that things between us were finished, but I had asked to be in a relationship with her an hour earlier, when she kissed me I didn’t retreat. Mid-kiss she changed her mind and did some form of a double-take (should I stay should I go) and left extremely emotionally charged. I am unsure as to whether she was crying or not. I was left confused by what felt like a whirlwind of conflicting expressed desires and feeling like there was more to discuss and resolve.

We were largely out of contact for the next two weeks, with what seemed to be her avoiding me, until she agreed to talk with me again at her place. At which time the discussion largely mirrored the prior conversation. This time when I asked why she was so certain we couldn’t work through things she appeared to become emotionally overwhelmed and froze up. At this moment I put my hand on her back, as an attempt to comfort and tried to encourage her to answer. At which point she said “stop”, I was taken aback and confused as to whether she was responding to my questioning or my hand on her back. I briefly removed my hand from her back and asked her to clarify, she remained silent and didn’t respond. I placed my hand on her back and asked again. She again said stop and quickly stood up. She started repeatedly saying “I can’t” while crying. She then left her room and went to what I presumed was Anna’s room. I waited  for her to return for several minutes, hopeful that we’d still continue the conversation. I eventually realized we wouldn’t. I texted her that I was leaving, she returned to send me off. We hugged and I explained that I was dropping the topic of us getting back together. Regardless of who she dates, I still would like to be her friend and that I wouldn’t do anything to get in the way or hamper her relationship with Christian.

The above interaction, which I reference as the incident in the following email, is the focal point of future allegations of sexual assault. Layla and I continued to operate as friends for the next two months at which point she discovered that I had been dating someone, Shanique, and the allegations first surfaced. The two months afterwards were a mixed bag of hostility and indifference which came to a head on the night of Club UJ, where Shanique and I were both publicly accosted and ran out of the event. Furthermore, she tracked me down as I hid in a friend's room attempting to recover from an extremely traumatic experience and banged on the door until others in the room were forced to open it for fear it might break. Then demanded I leave Annick’s room and the dorm under both physical threat and the threat of having me arrested. I don’t remember precisely what was said but I was under the impression at this point that the threat had been escalated to rape allegations. In a panicked state, I spent the next 36 or so hours documenting every interaction I could think of since any tension between us had appeared and emailed to myself and selected persons who were present at some of these interactions.

Mon, May 12, 2014, 12:32 PM

Hi Devin,

I just wanted to put a few thoughts in writing in regards to my interactions with Layla over the last couple of months. As the amount and intensity of Layla's threats and accusations have increased in the last few weeks. In particular her actions last night have caused me to question whether this situation can be successfully managed and made me feel unsafe both at a community-wide event and in the private residence of a close friend where I was receiving counsel.

The current trend in events started around the first weekend in March. While at a Hieroglyphics concert in the parking lot of Kappa Sig, Will Wagstaff, myself, and a few other friends encountered Layla and Larry. They decided to hang out with us at the back of the concert. While there I also spotted Shanique, whom I had been seeing. I walked away from our previous group to greet Shanique, we kissed and briefly held hands. Layla witnessed this interaction and subsequently called around 1:30 am demanding to talk. I told her I had guests spending the night, Will and David, but that we could speak outside. She came over to EV at about 2 am and immediately started yelling at me. With no shortage of expletives she informed me that she never wanted to talk to me again, that she did not want to be my friend and to never speak to her. When I tried to prompt her on where this was coming from she responded that she thought I was "broken". She said she saw me kissing and holding hands with this "hoe". That she had to find out about [about my relationship] like this and that she was sick of trying to be my friend. The conversation continued for 10-15 mins, in which I was informed that to never speak to her again, and that the primary reason was in January I touched her when she didn't want to be touched and that the only reason she had remained friends/cordial with me was out of the believe that she had broken my spirit due to the messy ending of our relationship. I tried to point to inconsistency in her story and her actions and repeatedly asked if the real reason for her anger was because I was seeing someone else. She steadfastly denied this, yet continued to reference Shanique in a derogatory manner, with phrases such as "leave me alone, and go fuck your little hoe".

After this initial incident, I honored her wishes and ceased communicating with Layla. 

The next incident occurred on April 14th. I went to eat dinner with Annick at Lag dining. When I went to get Annick's card for a guest meal Layla was also seated at the table. In an attempt to avoid confrontation and honor her wishes I didn't speak to and tried to swiftly leave the table. However Layla's little sister, [Redacted], was also at the table and immediately spoke and approached me upon seeing me. Being uncomfortable with the situation, yet not wanting to hurt the feelings of 9-year-old [Redacted], I hugged [Redacted] told her it was great to see you and then left the table. When I returned with food to sit at the table there were no seats left. Christian [redacted] appeared to offer me his seat, but due to non-verbal exchange from Layla sat back down. Feeling extremely uncomfortable and unwanted, I left Annicks table and joined some freshman on the other side of the dining hall. After this dining hall exchange I went to Annicks room to attempt to catch up in a more private setting. After a few TV shows I decided to leave to work on CS homework, then I was informed of another student Mariam working on the same problem set. I joined Mariam in working on the problem set in crossroads. Shortly thereafter I started receiving texts from Layla demanding me to leave uj. I responded that I needed help on this Problem set and that while I am not trying to bother her but that I really needed help on this problem set and would leave thereafter. The text exchanges got more forceful. Eventually I decided that it was not worth it to remain and work on my homework because of the hostility of the texts. As I was leaving UJ, Layla came and confronted me at the door. She again told me to not come to UJ again, that she feels uncomfortable when I am in UJ and then threatened me saying that she would report me to authorities and administrators if I came back. I calmly responded that while you may not like me or want to see me you can't banish me from the whole dorm. I did not approach or come near you and I can no longer put your happiness over mine. She then got a lot louder and aggressive saying "you don't understand I said stop and you didn't, now you need to leave before I call Jan". Feeling like i had been publicly accused of rape/sexual assault I walked away. I proceed to correspond with her via text asking her to clarify if she is threatening to accuse me of assaulting her. She said she was not but told me to stay away from Uj. After this response I asked her in asked to please attempt to be honest with me, and asked her if she was indeed truly upset and fearful of me due to the situation that occurred in January, or did her issues with me and her recent decision to want nothing to do with me stem more from a desire to be truly done with our previous relationship and allow for her to move on. I continued saying that while I completely understand your desire to not see me due to previous emotions and that I will try to remain away from you as much as possible, I cannot banish myself from my friends and an integral part of my community strictly for your benefit. I also said if it is actually fear of me that I prompted this please let me know and I will stay far away from you. 

First week of may:

This text went unanswered for several weeks, until I eventually received a text from Layla saying that it was strictly the incident that is the reason she is upset. And that while I did stop, and while it didn't go that far, I did shatter her trust. She went on to mention how her performance in school has been affected and that ignoring me hasn't seemed to have helped. She also commented that it was never her intention to hurt me or get me in trouble, despite me telling her that she should go to the authorities. She also commented that she wasn't blaming me but just wanted me to know how something so trivial can affect ppl.

I responded by apologizing for any discomfort that I have caused and trying to explain that my actions were the result of a lot of confusion and gray area in our relationship at that time. I asked for the opportunity to talk to her about how to move forward/interact with each other in the future. While initially the offer was accepted, when I was unable to make the meeting, I have been ignored in subsequent requests to talk to her in an attempt to establish some form of parameters.

Senior Formal:

I attended senior formal with Shanique, knowing this would be an activity where Layla would be, I was extremely nervous going in. Throughout the night I tried to structure my actions to avoid contact, or provocation of Layla who had previously shown that the presence of me with another girl seems to be a trigger for her. By avoiding the dance floor once the party bus containing Layla and crew had arrived, I was able to effectively avoid contact with Layla for the majority of the night. The time we decided to leave senior formal unfortunately coincided with when the group of seniors containing Layla decided to leave. I tried to walk slowly to allow them time to get further along the escalator before we stepped on. A member of this group waited back to greet me, while the remainder of the group traveled ahead. While we approached the last escalator Layla was waiting near the entrance. I was nervous of the possibility of some sort of altercation but as we approached she ended up running down the last escalator away from us. I noticed her intensely crying in the corner as we passed to leave the building.

Blackfest occurred the same weekend. I attended the after party in Lag Dining and repeatedly saw Layla, but no altercations occurred. 

Club Uj:

On Saturday May 10th, after hosting a dinner party at my residence with several friends. I agreed to accompany Chirs Russ to Club Uj after we completed a bit of studying. I was nervous about attending Club Uj, but due to the amount of friends who had requested me to go, and also the fact that Layla's messages seemed to indicate a bit more poise in our last communication I decided to attend. After identifying where Layla was in the party I purposefully stayed far away. I ended up finding Shanique off to the side in the area directly catercorner to Layla. After about 3-5 minutes of dancing with Shanique I noticed Layla come over to the side of the dance floor where I was, with Milton, and stare at me and Shanique intently. She left and then returned a few minutes later and started pointing at me while I was dancing. I attempted to ignore her hoping that she would go away. She then proceed to interrupt me and shanique and started yell "why the fuck are you here". I quickly stepped between her and Shanique for fear of physical escalation. I told her I am not bothering you and to please leave me alone. She continued to scream, point, and get in my face demanding me to leave. In an effort to make this less of a spectacle than it had already become, I stepped outside of the room and tried to draw Layla away from Shanique who was clearly intimidated, so much so that she immediately left the party. As I stepped out the door I asked her to please leave me alone, I said I'm not trying to mess with you and to please just let me live. She continued to threaten action against me, saying we could go to Jan right now. Even while retreating she continued to follow me until some of her friends, Anna, being the only one I could remember pulled her away from me. Chris Russ who was also there for the last part of this exchange asked me what I was going to do. I said that I guess I'm going to have to leave. I was both shocked by the intensity and scale of her actions and what she was actually capable of doing, in terms of both threats and physical actions. I left the party but was in an extremely emotional state and not fit to drive. I called Chase who was somewhat familiar with previous incidents and was currently visiting UJ from across the country. He came outside and talked to me for about 20-30 minutes and tried to convince me to go back into the party because she shouldn't be allowed to ruin your night. I told him that I would not return to the party because I was scared of Layla and that the night was already ruined. After much convincing he got me to agree to return to Annicks room and to decompress in there. I returned to Annick’s room with Chase, Annick, and Chris Russ, with the door locked and sat on the couch. Someone must have immediately conveyed to Layla that I had entered Annick's room, because within 1 to 2 minutes there was furious knocking on the door. I expected this would happen, but Chase, a mutual friend, believed he could act as a buffer. Annick opened the door and she immediately begun demanding that I get the fuck out. I remained seated on the couch and didn't engage in any conversation. The other people in the room attempted to explain that this is not her room and she can't kick me out. She ignored their requests to leave and even held the door open while others were trying to close it. She again escalated her threats saying that she would call the police on me. Other friends tried to restrain her but she continued scream, threatening and crying to me and refused to leave the doorway. I eventually told Chase that I needed to leave. He escorted me out of the door and I was careful to stay out of reach of Layla who was still in Annicks doorway. With two increasingly volatile events occurring in the same night I am not sure how to proceed. I recognize that Layla is an extremely emotional person, but I was not aware of the lengths or extremes she would go to in order to get her way and I am extremely nervous about existing in Black spaces where I might run into Layla, such as Black Grad.

I am happy to avoid unnecessary interactions with Layla so as to avoid future confrontations. I do however feel as though I am being targeted and terrorized by someone with a vindictive agenda. As of now I am not sure how to proceed, but I realize I can not stay confined to my apartment forever.

P.S. [Redacted] I am CC'ing you because of your presence at the first set of events which set this off, and also to let me know if there is anything that I have left off or mis-remembered. [Redacted] I'm cc'ing you because of your familiarity with things of this nature and your counsel on how to proceed. [Redacted] I'm cc'ing you in regards to the incident on Saturday night and if there is any aspect there where you could provide clarity.

Please don't share this with anyone outside of this group.

Excerpts from follow-up email:  

May 13, 2014, 10:15 AM

After the incident we once again attempted to interact as friends for several months until accusations and threats of action came about after I was discovered to be seeing someone else.

We communicated regularly throughout the remainder of January even having dinner together on a few occasions.

In early February, we both got dinner together at the burrito shop in Town&Country. At this dinner we discuss both our future plans, specifically which law schools she would be attending. As well as her recent trip to Louisiana where I put her in touch with a friend at a prospective law school and artwork she had recently had done. At the end of the dinner we embraced and she commented that we should do this again. 

Approximately a week later, I was called by Layla to help her with preparation for the Black Love concert event. Due to issues of availability with her own car, I was asked to pick her up and drive her to Toyon in preparation for the event. There appeared to be no discomfort in our interactions, and she had entirely prompted the circumstances related to the interaction. Layla also encouraged me to attend Black Love, which I decided against due to the potential awkwardness of bringing a date to this event.

On Friday, February 28th a group of approximately 8 people, including myself, Milton, Layla, Gerald, Shawn, Anna, Michael, and Trinity, attend Milton's birthday celebration in San Francisco. Due to the small number of people coming, I asked Layla beforehand if it would be alright if I rode in her car to the city as opposed to taking a separate vehicle. She said that this would be fine. Upon picking me up from EV she asked me to drive her vehicle to San Francisco and I agreed. On this particular night in San Francisco Layla was particularly handsy with me. In particular, Layla, who was in heels, at the time held my arm and shoulder whenever we would walk into between venues for the entirety of the night. I did not initiate this contact at all, and to be honest was quite confused by it. We sat next to each other and shared jokes throughout the Jazz performance. Afterwards we set out to get ice cream, at which point we again walked arm in arm to the location. After getting ice cream we again walked to a wine bar. The path had considerable hills, and we once again walked arm in arm, and due to the terrain we were considerably slower than the rest of the group, thus bringing up the tail end. (Context walking downhill in heels supposedly more challenging and in the context of our prior relationship she would often hold my arm for balance. I assumed this was a relapse into a familiar habit not necessarily romantic). After leaving the wine bar the group took pictures and we headed back to Layla's car again walking arm in arm. We later went to Lauren's house for a get together. This time I consciously avoided walking arm in arm with my ex to a friend's apartment. She didn't interact much with this group of friends and spent the majority of the time sitting on the stairs. I occasionally came to check if she was doing okay. We left and returned to campus.

The following day was the showing of the musical Higher Ground. Approximately 30 minutes before the start of the show I received a text from Layla asking if I was going to be attending. I said yes and that I would be heading over shortly. When I got there I was informed that she had saved me a seat next to her, which again was unexpected but appreciated, especially because the auditorium had almost completely filled up. We both enjoyed the [seemed to] show.

The weekend immediately following this a group of friends and myself attended an outdoor concert at Kappa Sigma. At this concert we ran into Layla and Larry. They stayed around our group and talked to us for several minutes. At this point in time I stepped out to greet Shanique. Afterwards Layla made it a point to track me down in EV and demand that I cease communication with her. This was also the first that incident was referenced and cited as the reason for not wanting to interact with me. Though while these statements were being made she continually referenced the girl whom she had seen me with, yet maintained that this had nothing to do with her accusations.

In the previous email, I detailed the increasingly intense negative interaction I have had with Layla since this night. What I did neglect to mention were the positive, or at least neutral interactions that have taken place since the March confrontation. The neutral interactions may in fact be the most bothersome, because they seem somewhat unpredictable and I can never quite gauge how she will react in any given setting.

Despite the threats made against me over the last 2 months, I have refused to completely banish myself from UJ. While I have been extremely cautious to attempt to avoid Layla, and have only come to UJ on selected occasions I refused to relegate myself to isolation from my community of friends like I did for the last several weeks of fall quarter. On Thursday and Sunday nights I would watch Game of Thrones and Community and Scandal in Annick's room in UJ. I inevitably ran across Layla on multiple of these occasions, and while we didn't speak to each other there were no confrontations or flare-ups. 

On two distinct occasions there was close proximity with each other. The first time was on the night of Will's Birthday, when I had gone to UJ to meet with Karl about planning the crawfish boil. Afterwards I was supposed to meet with Layla to talk about how to manage our interactions in the future. While I did go to her hall and interact with a group of people she was interacting with in front of her room, I never directly addressed her, and decided against have the deep conversation, due to the fact that I had been drinking earlier that night and wished to have my wits fully about me when talking to her. I have since been unable to schedule an opportunity to talk with her. 

Another time was the Friday before Club Uj. I was visiting Annick and Chase in Annick's room during the day. We eventually went to Lag Dining to grab dinner. Upon returning from dinner, Chase and myself walked into UJ. Upon seeing Chase, Layla screamed with excitement and ran over to embrace him. With this being our first interaction since our text conversation in which we each attempted to clarify the situation, I was unsure of how to interact with her. I sidestepped the two of them and slowly walked towards Annicks room, unsure of if I should acknowledge her or not. I then left to go to the bathroom and once again refrained from speaking.

I also went to the Blackfest afterparty in Lag Dining (same location as Club Uj, this time without Shanique) the weekend before Club Uj. We both saw each other yet again no confrontations occurred.

Distressed and unsure on how to proceed, at this point I sought advice from administrators. The takeaways that I got were that I likely did have a case or at least enough to secure a restraining order. However, this might provoke Layla to further escalate and pursue legal charges of her own, and that while my actions didn’t constitute sexual assault, its possible they could be considered for lesser infractions. Furthermore, if I was successful in receiving a restraining order it would effectively prohibit me from visiting UJ anyway which was the main demand from her. As one of my main takeaways from the altercation on the night of Club Uj was that she was willing to lie in order to achieve her means, I was concerned what the result would be if I told the murky truth about an event in which we were the only two witnesses. Other major considerations being my general distrust for the legal system due to my experiences as a working class Black male from Baton Rouge, LA. Lastly, her being the daughter of one of the most successful and connected lawyers in the state of California. It seemed at the time the wisest action to avoid UJ for the final 4-5 weeks of the year and hope that with her demands being met I would resolve the situation. Up until this point nothing had been publicly posted or shared about our conflict and sharing my perspective seemed like it would only bring attention to things and further incite her. I then decided to hope that whatever she shared in the future, while likely ungenerous to me, would accurately capture the nature of events that took place in a way that I could make peace with.

I don’t have any journalistic accounts of encounters that took place after this date. I did avoid UJ for the remainder of the year, our first notable encounter afterwards happened a few weeks later when I came home to her and my roommate Milton and possibly Christian hanging out in the living room area of our 3 bedroom apartment. This was particularly jarring, as this was the first time in our 9-ish months of living together post-Layla and our break-up where she had been in our place without any form of a heads up. She was also completely unsurprised and unphased by my presence as opposed to the apparent fear of me which motivated her outburst the night of Club Uj. I can only assume this was some form of power move or attempt to get a rise out of me. Being extremely uncomfortable, I quickly fled upstairs to my room and locked the door. We both attended Black Graduation with no incidents. We both attended the Black Alumni Summit in Chicago with no incidents. At the memorial service for a classmate we ended up sitting in the same row for the event. I attended with Bana and followed her to a seat. By the time I noticed they were in the same row it was either turn around and make a scene or walk past, I decided to walk past. Afterwards Christian reached out to me on social media to warn me about making contact with her. When I explained I didn’t, he asked to be aware and sensitive to the impact my presence was having on her and to not come close to her. I also saw them both taking photos at Lake Merritt maybe 2 years ago, and as soon as I recognized them I quickly walked past without moving my head or eyes in any way hoping to avoid recognition. I describe all these instances for my best attempt at completeness, especially given I’ve been accused of stalking and harrassing. It’s worth noting at the time of the emails I had no idea or reason to suspect that I’d ever be accused of stalking and harassment, I was hoping to present evidence that our encounter in January was much less problematic than Layla was presenting and that we resolved it and moved forward that very night. It is fortunate that they may provide some rebuttal to stalking claims, and honestly at this point I’d much rather people believe what I did that night was worse than it actually was; as it might provide some logic behind why this has gone this far. 

Elaborating on my conversations with Layla post-accusation:

The night of the Heiroglyphics concert where she saw me with Shanique was the first time she’d referenced the incident in her room 2 months prior and accused me of sexual assault. The sexual assault accusation came with the familiar demand that I stay out of UJ, the black-community themed dorm. However, this time instead of requesting I stay away out of compassion and consideration for her academics, the request was tied to the threat that she would publicly accuse me and/or pursue charges. I was both very confused and defensive. I asked a lot of questions and also made it clear that I felt she was fabricating accusations in order to force me to behave in a way that she wanted. When we talked about what transpired in January, I believe the word she used was that I attempted to sexually assault her. I immediately pushed back, saying “nothing I was doing was sexual, I was trying to comfort you while you were crying”. At which point she loudly yelled, I said stop. I repeatedly attempted to elaborate, that yes you did say stop but nothing about our interaction was sexual. At each attempt to discuss she’d loudly talk over me, repeating the phrase, “I said stop '' and actively refusing to listen to or discuss anything else about the incident. 

I must admit that time has dulled my memory of exactly what was discussed that night and what was discussed via text or in subsequent conversations, but the main points I remember from these conversations were as follows. She considers what happened that night in January to be sexual assault. The surrounding context of the conversation, our respective emotional states, even the details of how and where I touched her did not matter either, the only consideration was that I touched her when she said stop. The fact that everything appeared resolved between us and this was only brought up when she saw me with someone else was irrelevant and not related to the accusation or her response. That her request/ultimatum was the same request she made earlier in the year was coincidental and irrelevant. That this ultimatum and her response were in no way linked to her desire to continue dating Christian without disparaging comments from the greater Black community or the awkwardness of my presence. Furthermore, her behavior towards me over the last two months was in no way indicative of a lack of fear towards me. That despite intentionally hanging out with me three hours prior, or various other occurrences she initiated, she legitimately feared me and as such I was no longer welcome in spaces, like UJ, where she might be present.

My initial interpretation of the events that happened that night in January were that they strongly paralleled the events from the previous conversation, where after she made out with me she seemed to panic and quickly got into her car crying and sped off. While I didn’t know the why’s behind all of the reactions I assumed it was due to the complicated set of emotions that we were both dealing with at the time. After this conversation I realized what differed in this interaction is that she did feel like her boundaries weren’t respected. I, of all people, was well-aware of the variety and intensity of triggers she has around physical interaction and I messed up. Whether this interaction was the primary cause, a contributing factor, or pretext for why she no longer wished to be friends or even cordial with me I will never know. 

Moving forward, I explained that while I’m sorry for the pain I may have caused, I’m unwilling to banish myself from Black-community spaces. I told her I would try to avoid common spaces in UJ and restrict myself to visiting my friends in their rooms and that I would also text when I might be around so that she doesn’t unexpectedly run into me. While the strategy seemed to work for a time, overall it’s safe to say that it was a failure. Over the next few months our interactions consisted of a mix of ignoring each other, her aggressively confronting and threatening me, and discussions around what happened in January. Throughout these discussions we’d never really disagreed on what actions took place, but on how they should be categorized and what the consequences of them should be. We disagreed on whether my hand on her back constitutes sexual assault, upon realizing that there would be no coming to an agreement here my only request to her was if she continues to tell people I assaulted her could she at least describe what happened. We also disagreed on whether I should completely avoid UJ and other black-community events where I knew she might be present. I was initially unwilling to do this, but agreed to avoid public spaces in the dorm and stay in my friends rooms exclusively and to text her ahead of time when I was visiting so that she wouldn’t accidentally run into me. This worked until the night of our Club UJ. Afterwards I agreed to stay away from any spaces she might be present, and hoped that based on her previous statements this would be the end of things.

I don’t truly know how to conclude this writing, I’m very grateful that I did detail these events in emails to myself. At the time, the majority of her threats and flare ups happened in the presence of Shanique and things appeared relatively calm when I was by myself and to the best of my knowledge the accusations at that point only concerned our interaction in January. In the time since the accusations have grown into things which appear to have no basis in our actual interactions. I’ve been repeatedly accused of stalking and harassing her during her senior year. I've described all of our interactions and it’s hard for me to imagine an interpretation of these events in which I’m the party stalking and harassing the other person. In a public blogpost she stated that I sexually assaulted her 3 times during that year, again there is only one instance of me crossing any form a boundary with her, which was not an instance of sexual assault. I guess part of what pushed me to fully processing all of this was the TikTok posts that I came across. Seeing them gave me a lot of realizations, principally that she was no longer constraining herself to misrepresenting events that occurred between us, but had progressed to fully making things up. The two posts that were most impactful, was her describing me banging on her door as she sat terrified inside, as this closely mirrored what she did to me as I hid in Annick’s room the night of Club UJ. The second was a post in which she described how I disliked her roommates and an abusive behavior that I embarked on was attempting to isolate her from her roommates. This post was so troubling for me because it’s easily verifiably false. She had 3 roommates during her time in college, Megan, Katy, and Anna all of whom I genuinely enjoyed and had my own healthy relationships with. I guess I can never know how people actually feel about me, but I don’t think any of them would lie about me. I don’t think any of them would state that I made any noticeable attempts to negatively impact their relationships with Layla. This particular accusation was especially troubling for me because I’ve spent an immense amount of time reflecting on how we got here and what red flags and signs had I missed or ignored. Honestly, what has been so hard is that I don’t believe I’ve missed many. I still struggle to believe the person I dated for 3 years is capable of the things she’s done and tales she’s told over the last 9 years, however the one red flag that I could recall is how quickly and viciously she turned on her freshman year roommate Megan when they had what seemed to me like a minor altercation. I don’t remember the details of the falling out, but I do remember thinking the extent of things were drastic and being shocked at the presentation that they were “never really friends” just roommates. I guess the idea that she was blaming previous toxic behavior on me really made a substantial mark.

I guess to just wrap it up, I’ll speak from my emotions. This whole situation feels horrible and hellish and like there is no way to make it stop and it’s unlikely that anyone will believe me. This is not a thing people usually lie about. She is not a person with a reputation or history of lying (as far as I know). Her noticeable mental health struggles are frequently cited as evidence of mistreatment and abuse at my hands. She has dedicated a substantial portion of her personal and professional life to this narrative, why would anyone take a lie this far? And I really don’t have any rebuttals to these, I don’t understand the why’s I can only speculate.

I also know that any attempts to share my story with the community in which she has attempted to have me ostracized from, will likely result in retaliation and escalation. As of now she has not yet publicly tied these accusations to my name, so the connections rely on word of mouth and are not yet available to anyone who googles me, such as future employers. She also has not yet attempted to have me arrested, which I think is a less likely escalation because it would lead to some form of investigation. I also recognize that even if I continue to ignore this situation as I have tried my best to for the past 9 years, there is still a probability that she does continue to escalate things independently. That I’m named in some future post, story or book. It's extremely challenging to understand the total impact this has had on me for the last few years, but recent conversations have made it to where I can no longer fool myself into thinking it's mild or insignificant.

I know that this post is wordy and all over the place and honestly it’s a fraction of my thoughts on this situation. I wish I cared less. I wish more than anything that this chapter can just be done. I guess I’ll say this, if I ever share this with anyone I want them to know that it’s shared because you’re a person who is or was important to me at some point in time and I’m aware that these allegations have likely impacted our relationship in some manner. I don’t really have an ask of you other than you please consider what I’ve shared. If you have any questions please ask, I’m no longer avoiding these conversations no matter how challenging they may be. 

Questions I might ask myself:

Why’d you take so long to share your side?

The main two reasons being uncertainty and fear. It was possible she wasn’t actively sharing these allegations. It was possible she was sharing allegations that were mostly accurate and factual. Once it became obvious that the allegations were widely shared and false, I was uncertain of how they were impacting me and how I could respond. There was also a fear of calling more attention to it. A fear of her escalating in unforeseen and unpredictable ways as she’d demonstrated a willingness to clearly lie and play dirty. A fear of her connections, her mom is a top lawyer and political contributor in California. A fear of the legal system as Black man. A fear that no one would believe me or even care to hear my side. A fear that the truth didn’t matter, that allegations are enough. 

Is this really all that happened?

Yes. 

If I’m missing something I would legitimately like to know, not because I think it could repair things with her, but to be certain I never do them again with anyone else.

I went through a lot of her content, I have only found one non-fabricated description of events. She did go through my phone and find troubling text messages (affectionate nicknames) between me and my now ex-fiance, however we never broke up. I never camped outside of her freshman residence which she shared with two other roommates, and the part of this that breaks my heart is I definitely never threatened self-harm. During this time frame I was still reeling from an act of self-harm committed by a loved one that year and definitely was not threatening anyone with similar acts. She’s like one of 5 people in the world who was aware of this which is why the allegation stings so much. 

Why do you think it has gone this far?

I’ve got a million guesses and yours are as good as mine. I believe there is some element of claiming these things because she can and/or it’s beneficial. I also believe there is a possibility she’s come to believe some of these things did happen. I know there are mental issues that have the ability to affect someone’s perception of reality, and while all of my conversations with her indicated that she still had an accurate recollection of things, it’s been years and I don’t know what might have changed. 

I guess I’d add that one of the most curious/suspicious things about this entire episode is that none of other experiences with sexual trauma seem to be referenced in any of her many posts dealing with the topic. It is all attributed to me, which is a major reason why I struggle to believe this is just her “sharing her story” and it feels incredibly calculated and malicious. 

What do you hope to gain by sharing this?   

I truly just want to be able to move past this chapter. I hope for some form of closure, healing, and mitigating future damage. I’ve lost a lot from this situation and I want it to stop. If this means I lose more relationships, opportunities, communities etc I’d rather it happen now so that I can move forward. If there’s an opportunity to heal damaged relationships, I’d love for that to happen as well.  

Borderline Personality Disorder and False Allegations

I’m not a clinician of any sort and I’m unaware of any diagnoses that Layla may have, however conversations with others has led me to believe that these allegations may be linked to Borderline Personality Disorder. 

False Accusations and Distortion Campaigns

On the stage of what to do: I guess this is my attempt at stating my truth, clearly and once. 

[cursestothemoon]

if you don't mind, can you do yandere!cedric diggory please? it'll be a good start for my morning 👀👍🏻

ok this is my first yandere! anything (i think?) so im pretty excited and im going ease into it (because im not sure if i completely understand the concept yet) with some good ol HCs

NO TAGS because this is a very sensitive topic so i don't feel comfortable having people notified of something they might not feel comfortable seeing

TW: physical and mental harm to others and to s/o, talks of su!c!de, manipulation, stalking, crying, guilt

ok so

when cedric likes someone i feel like he would become a lot more reserved around them

very much the cute shy act

but is also very protective

so he chooses to protect you from afar at first

he's always watching

always making sure youre ok

ced isn't the jealous type tho

he has a narcissistic streak so in his mind, why should HE be jealous???

cedric is in love with you

you are his person

his life

everything.

and he wants to be that for you

but ced is also the type to want you to think it's your idea

does that make sense?

like yeah he's doing everything in his power to make sure you are his and see him as this god sent gift

but he does it subtly

so you think youre just falling for this great guy that doesn't know how great and attentive he really is

and hes really good at this act

i feel like ced can be really manipulative too

like he won't be physically forceful

but he plays mind games like you wouldn't believe

he prides himself on the fact that he can manipulate anyone into doing anything

ok so back to you guys

i don't think you'd really notice anything off about cedric until you guys officially started dating

because now he had you

you were his

he didn't have to try so hard to put up this act of perfect guy

wAIT

W A I T

DO YOU GUYS KNOW THE TREND (is it a trend?) GOING AROUND TIKTOK WITH THE SOUND FROM THE HEATHERS MUSICAL

WITH JD SINGING MEANT TO BE YOURS

THAT

that is very much you realizing ced is kinda not all there and you freak out and lock yourself in the bathroom and hes begging you to open the door but hes also yelling at you and trying to manipulate you

there was a tiktok breaking down the different forms of manipulation in that bit, it was really interesting

anyway

i think after awhile you wouldn't warm up to the idea but like, you'd think you understand him

but also its not like you could break up with him

so this might've been your coping mechanism

ced's jealous also starts to develop more as you guys date

its not from a place of insecurity instead a place of 'how dare they think they could take her from ME' 'how dare they think they are BETTER than me'

but ced also believes he is above physical fighting...most of the time

so psychological warfare is his way of destroying the competition

and the person who he believes was flirting with you wouldn't necessarily know it was ced either

but they would know that it was a dead dove in their bed

it was bad smeared across their face in their sleep

the words 'STAY AWAY' were scratched into their arms almost as if they had used the blood quill

cedric would mess with their heads, make them afraid to turn a corner, constantly looking over the back of their shoulder

and you'd be none the wiser

because he is still beyond sweet with you

telling you how in love he is

how he'd kill himself if u left him

or how he trusts you and only you

if you act out of line i debt think he'd be big on physically harming you

but he'd make you feel guilty

and he'd talk down to you like u were a child until you were crying and sobbing out apologies because you genuinely felt bad and like you had hurt him when hes been nothing but loving and caring

dating yandere!ced will definitely fuck with your head

hes also very touchy

constantly has to have a hand around your waist

on the back of your neck

holding your hand

it has to be a possessive touch

he is .holding. you

alright thats about all ive got

as always feel free to add on :)))

also if i've got this whole yandere thing wrong please let me know

#cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory headcanon #cedric diggory #yandere!cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #yandere!cedric diggory x reader

[author-a-holmes]

Writeblr Introduction 2023

Updated: 29th of January 2024

First of all, let's get the 'hello's' out of the way! My name is Ari! I'm a fiction writer in her thirties based in the South-East of England.

I live with my mother and my cat, and spend my days wandering through the fantasy worlds that I've created, and drinking copious amounts of coffee.

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Each of the dedicated side blogs will contain all project specific content, either posted there directly or reblogged there from here. Dedicated side blogs will contain world building notes, prompt fills, tag games containing project content, and/or snippet shares.

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Fey Touched Trilogy;

Prequel - Whatever Happened To Madeline Hail? (Exclusive to my Newsletter Subscribers)

Book One - Changeling (Available for Purchase Now)

Book Two - Darkling (Due for Release 2024)

Book Three - Fey Touched

Seasonal Special - Once Upon A Fey Touched Holiday

The Fey Touched Trilogy is a New Adult Portal/Contemporary Fantasy and my debut series. Book One, Changeling, was published on March 16th 2023 as a birthday present to my mum, and the second book, Darkling, is expected to be published in 2024.

Tag List: @/jezifster @/ettawritesnstudies

Changeling Blurb

Fey go missing in the mortal realm. Everyone knows that. When Lizzy's mother is the next to vanish she is expected to grieve and move on. Instead Lizzy wants to find out what happened, but the answers she seeks can't be found in the fey realm of Arbaon. With the help of her best friend, Booker Reed, Lizzy is determined to retrace her mother's final steps, straight through an illegal portal and into the mortal realm. Whatever leads she expected to find, it wasn't an academy of vampires, and a world stalked by their rabid cousins, the kavians. Forced to rely on the vampires for protection, and secluded away behind the high walls of Speculo School, it quickly becomes clear that not everyone is pleased with Lizzy and Booker's investigation. ​With danger building the further they dig, the two fey need to decide if the answers they seek are worth risking their lives for. The longer they remain with the vampires, the more Lizzy begins to suspect that her answers instead lie amongst the deadly kavians.

A stand alone novel, 'Faith of the Grim' is an Urban Fantasy that will follow the story of Krysis, a grim reaper who seeks an end to the monotony of her eternal life.

When she stumbled across a paramedic who can catch the souls of his patients and revive them from the brink of death, her curiosity over finding something new and interesting could lead her to stumble into more trouble than she can handle.

Anticipated release date;

Tag List: Empty

2025 Project

Stolen Stories;

Prequel - The Lost Mosswolf

Book One - Stolen

Book Two - Takeover

Book Three - Origin

Book Four - Loyalty

Book Five - Unnamed

Book Six - Unnamed

Stolen is the project of my heart. Book one's first draft is currently complete and sitting at around 140k words and I anticipate the subsequent books to be of equal size.

Stolen is a Romantic Fantasy series that follows the main character, Stella Korazon, as she fights to find her place in the ever turbulent world of Moryann.

Anticipated Release; 20276-2029, two books a year.

Tag List:

@/josephinegerardywriter , @/strangerays , @/whispersintheparchment ,

Stolen Book One Blurb

It had been a long couple of weeks for Stella Korazon.

When a simple pickpocket job goes horribly wrong and sends her entire life spinning into chaos, Stella must figure out how to navigate the treacherous world of Moryann alone.

Finding herself in the City of Antillune Stella is quickly pulled into the middle of a brewing war between two thieves guilds when a recruiter for the guild known as Vine coerces her into stealing from their rival, Guild Master Mosswolf.

Surrounded on all side by rogues, liars, spies and betrayal, it's a constant struggle to know who she should trust, but standing in the heart of it all, can she find somewhere, or someone, to call home?

2027-2029 Project

*UNDER CONSTRUCTION:* I'm still in the worldbuilding phase for this project.

Chronicles of Verald Stories;

Prequel

Book One

Book Two

Book Three

Book Four

Book Five

Book Six

Book Seven

Book Eight

Book Nine

Potentially Book Ten (?) Dependant on Outline Completion.

2029 Project

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[secret-ssociety]

lately I've seen a lot of tiktoks of people who claim to be experts on greek mythology, and maybe even probably are, who are getting all up in arms against theories like Persephone being in love with Hades from the beginning or Medusa being a monster not as a punishment because "that is just not how the original stories go"

and I have to tell you, from the bottom of my heart, I do not give a fuck

I don't. I simply don't.

these are stories, they're not real (yes, I know about witchcraft with old deities, I won't get into that), these are myths and legends and stories that can be analysed as one damn pleases.

as a woman I have been insulted, harassed, stalked and threatened more than once just this week, so if I want to get home and think about how Persephone is happy in Hades' obsidian castle and that houses full of women in ancient Greece praised Medusa for protection, then I fucking will.

why? because they are goddesses, they are deities. Persephone's name goes along the lines of "The Bringer of Death" and Medusa turns the men who want to make trophy out of her into stone, they are forces of nature, holders of primordial elements of cosmos

and I have to give into these stories of them being raped and kidnapped and have their corpses showed off like they were nothing more than the sword in the stone because my interpretation annoys someone else?

no.

you can be as much as an academic as you want, know by heart every version of every myth in the original language if that's what your heart fucking desires

but if I want to stan narratives of women not being there for the taking you'll have to pry them from my cold dead fingers

#hades and persephone #hades deity #hades #persephone #persephone and hades #medusa #athena #goddess #greek mythology #kore #theory #mythological #myth #romance #narrative #female #fan theories #spot #greek myth #greek gods #monsters #greek monsters #myth interpretation #interpretation #historian #classic

[carolinasgirl]

when do val and harry meet again?

YOU CAN READ THE FULL FIC OF TOXIC NOW!!

"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill ya." Harry jokes with the girl who is practically leaning against him as he leans against the kitchen counter, gripping onto his cup full of cheap vodka and lemonade as her hands run up his shirt.

She laughs way too hard at the borderline dad joke Harry has just told which kind of makes him cringe, but he has partaken in that TikTok trend with his flatmates where they have a mission for the night. Harry's is to actually bring a girl home and keep them there until morning instead of kicking them out after an hour.

He takes another sip of his drink and scans the room, trying to find one of his flatmates for moral support, but instead, he catches eyes with someone who he never thought he would see again.

There's no way. There's no fucking way. Valencia Athena Indigo. His first love. The girl he hasn't seen in three fucking years. To say he doesn't have a separate Instagram account to stalk on her would be a lie, so he knows she's changed, but fuck does she look so much better in real life.

She's looking him dead in the eyes and she looks so good. God, she looks better than ever, she's literally glowing. Has she dyed her hair? Fuck does she have tattoos now? Maybe he inspired her?

"Oh, my fuck." He nearly sends the girl all over him flying with the way he pushes her back to run over to Valencia, he's never run so fast in his life. "Val, holy fuck! Is that really you!" Harry chuckles in disbelief.

They share a hesitant hug. Hesitant on Valencia's side, way too compassionate from Harry's side. "Hey! I didn't know you came here for uni!" Val giggles awkwardly, pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear.

"It's been three years! How have we not seen each other?!" Harry asks. "Come back to ours for afters."

Valencia's taken back from the offer. It's a bit too forward for her and if this was some random guy she definitely would've walked off by now. But it's Harry. It's her Harry.

_

"So you dated back in high school." One of Harry's flatmates asks Valencia, looking her dead in the eyes, trying to put together how Harry ever let her go and then glancing at Harry, noticing how his eyes are piercing through Valencia's head as he shuffles the Uno cards.

She's lost Uno almost every round and the winner gets to pick a shot, but it's almost courtesy to pick the guest to take a shot. However, Valencia has just backed her 6th shot and her head is literally spinning.

"Yeah, it's been a while." She giggles, reaching for her 7 cards that Harry has placed on the table, but knocking over the bottle of the vodka as she does so, watching it tumble off the table and smash on the floor. "Fuck!" She giggles, stumbling up and over to floor, trying to somehow mop up the floor with her hands.

Harry's flatmates laugh at her drunken state, but Harry's protective mode kicks in, especially since her hands are second away from being sliced. “Right, okay, bed time.” He giggles.

“Go on, Styles!” One of his flatmates cheer him on, one of the girls slapping him telling him to shut the fuck up.

Harry assists Valencia down the corridor, endless giggles leaving her lips, as she leans against him, using his body as support, even when he’s digging through his pockets for his keys.

As soon as that door is open, Val crashes on the bed, arm slung across her face and a smirk plastered on her cheeks.

“Still can’t handle ye’ drink.” Harry giggles, pulling a hoodie out of his wardrobe and tossing it to her.

Valencia scoffs and shakes her head. “Says you. You must’ve been hammered earlier to go for a blonde.”

“Nothing wrong with a blonde.” Harry clears his throat. “My ex was a blonde.” He defends himself, punching himself at the words.

“Yeah to be fair.” She unzips her dress and Harry’s eyes widen as he quickly spins to look away, not wanting to cross a barrier while she’s so drunk. “My boyfriend is blonde.”

Oh fuck.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles prompt #harry styles smut #toxic!harry

[lavenderbau]

criminal minds headcanons

derek

-is a player bc it helps him move on from what happened when he was a kid but if someone even HESIATES he immediately stops

-goes to defense classes with garcia so she’s not embarrassed

-the headphones he always wears? classical music all day long bitches

-sends part of his paycheck to ellie spicer’s mom (she doesn’t know but he’s happy to do it)

-fiercely protective of hotch bc he'll be damned if he lets jack grow up with a father (or if he loses a dad again but we don’t talk abt it)

-he takes a personal day on the day matt spicer died to spend the day with ellie (who’s hanks favorite cousin)

-after emily’s “death” he gets a tattoo of a crown on his ribs (bc he called her princess)

-goes to a different team members house monthly to fix something wrong with their house

-after he retires he teaches self defense class

-makes weekly bets with emily on who can get in more trouble with hotch for the week

hotch

-a god at mario kart

-goes to a widow support group right after hayley died (dave told him it still counted and that it would help)(dave was right)

-he has garcia makes jack’s bday cake every year bc jack wants a homemade one but he cant bake for shit

-he tries harder not to be self sacrificial bc emily pointed out if he wants reid to stop doing it he has to first (he asked what’s gonna get her to stop and he got slapped upside the head)

-jack goes to a white lies party when he’s in high school and his shirt says “i have a good relationship with my mother” that leads hotch to go on an hour lecture and threaten a therapist and emily slides him a 20 for making him go on his longest lecture yet (sorry if this is offensive my friend made a shirt like this for a party she went to and ik people use humor to cope and everyone is different!)

-has to take away the aux cord after emily kicks derek in the balls for pausing her taylor swift

-is the teams emergency contact

-only has social media to stalk jack and the team (little does he know that they all have spams he doesn’t follow)

reid

-has the messiest handwriting in the world

-often cant sleep because he feels his mind is too active and has trouble slowing it down

-tried to destroy emily’s headstone bc she said she wanted to be cremated but only broke his toe bc stone is hard

-sleeps with a night light

-lactose intolerant but is obsessed w dairy

-cant pronounce shit because he reads most of the words he learns so he always mispronounces stuff

-worst gift wrapper in the world

emily

-she goes to a pro-choice protest every year

-gets yelled at weekly by hotch for eating raw cookie dough

-she becomes a foster parent after she retires

-the most talented artist on the team if they don’t have a sketch artist available and are in a rush, emily’s there to save the day

-emily loses at least $10 every case to the “i fucking hate men” tip jar

-has a tattoo of wheels up in cursive

-on nye the team is on agreement that after her 3rd glass of champagne they all secretly switch her to kids champagne

-every time she has to flirt with an unsub she makes the boys buy her a round of drinks

-somehow is never the designated driver on team night out

-has the splits and will randomly do it in the office

jj

-she drags spencer to a women’s march in dc multiple times over the years (AS FRIENDS)

-multiple times shes turned in a report to hotch and its henry’s drawings

-when she and will are fighting she mocks his accent

-blasts taylor swift all day long

-had a meltdown when she was pregnant with henry when she thought he was going to be a virgo man

-goes on runs with derek weekly

-accidently confused hotch’s number one dad mug with her number one mom mug and she never lived it down

-always called in to settle an argument between the “kids” of the office

-makes a killer margaritia 

garcia

-she has plants named after everyone who’s ever been on the bau team

-she stress knits (everyone on the team has at least 3 blankets from her and they’re the softest shit in the world (besides the bau team))

-takes sergio whenever emily is on overnight cases (it’s part of their custody agreement)

-decorates everyone’s office on their birthdays

-has gotten everyone in the bau into astrology

-she’s the person who started the party in the usa scene from pitch perfect reenactment

-has no social media whatsoever

-secretly puts fake plants in hotch’s office to liven up the place (its not a secret but hotch likes it)

-makes the best christmas cookies

rossi

-is tiktok famous for reading karen tweets in a monotone voice

-after particularly hard cases members of the team will go to his house to play with Mudgie

-his name in emily’s phone is papa pasta

-made the team get a life360 circle and stalks them religiously

-actually has to take cooking lessons for anything other than italian

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Can you do the tik tok is your man still around for kuroo, Kags, iwa?

HAHAHA omg thank y’all for 300 followers that’s literally insane! I keep getting requests for tik tok scenarios and I’m thinking of doing a little series with them among other requests!

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Is Your Man Still Around? w/ Kuroo, Kageyama, and Iwaizumi (a lil angsty ngl)

Kuroo

“Babe, I love when you wanna cuddle, but I reaaaaallly can’t right now, alright?” Kuroo’s eyes don’t tear themselves away from the screen, his broad shoulder moving so you would stop trying to cuddle him. “Give me an hour, okay?” 

With a pout, you fall back onto the bed, facing up at the ceiling as the press of the buttons seem to quicken on Kuroo’s controller. You groan lightly, feeling a little more needy than usual as you playfully kick Kuroo’s back. 

He doesn’t even look back at you from his spot at the end of the bed, shouting commands to whoever was on the other end of his headset. You roll your eyes before mindlessly scrolling through your applications, eyes glinting when you come across a tik tok of a girlfriend and her boyfriend’s reaction. 

You hesitate, glancing up at Kuroo before hitting the record button. Kuroo glances back once, silently questioning why you were facetiming someone as you hold your breath to keep yourself from laughing.  

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?” 

The bedroom that was once loud with the violent shooting game on the TV had come to a standstill, and you have to bite your knuckle from letting any giggles past when the buttons come to an abrupt halt, the paused screen reflecting on the stoic look on Kuroo’s face. You watch as he slowly removes the headset from his face, setting it down next to him as he seems to ponder his next movement. 

Slowly, he stands and turns towards you, his features darkened as he walks up to the side of your bed. You hide your phone under the blanket, not realizing that would probably make the situation worse as Kuroo calmly walks up to your smiling figure and snatches the blanket off your body. 

“Who is he?” It was obvious he was trying to keep the strain out of his voice, darkened eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger before you can’t take it anymore. 

“Babe, look.” When he refuses to look at your screen, feral eyes locked onto your playful features, your eyes turn into a deadpan stare. 

“It’s a tiktok sound.” 

“It’s a what.”

With a laugh, you play back the sound for him, watching his expression change from one of hurt to one of annoyance. He snatches the phone out of your hand, eyes narrowing before he gives you a light shove. 

“Move over.” 

Smiling widely, you make room for him next to you as your childish boyfriend flicks the TV off, pulling the blanket over the two of you as he pulls you into his chest tightly. 

“You really played with my heart so I would cuddle you.” 

You nuzzle in closer, wrapping a leg around him to pull him tighter against your body. He scoffs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Don’t scare me like that.” 

Kageyama

You were kind of bratty when it came to Kageyama and his way of prioritizing things, you had to admit. After another argument with your setter boyfriend, you had been laying on his bed in a fit of pouts as Kageyama finished up with his assignment at his desk. The tension in the room wasn’t leaving, and you were ready to apologize for acting out the way you did. 

“Tobio.” 

You sigh at the lack of response. “I know you can hear me.” 

Kageyama, being almost as childish as you, turns up the volume on his headphones, causing you to take on a genuninely hurt expression. 

Fine. Two can play at this game. 

Knowing you wouldn’t take it too far and actually get someone beat up, you scroll through your tik tok to land on the sound you wanted, making sure to turn the volume up. 

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?”

You smirk a little when you see Kageyama freeze, his pen stopping mid-sentence. 

“Yeah, let me just grab some headphones.” You mumble as if you were trying to be quiet, turning on your side to grab them off the nightstand. When you turn again, Kageyama has your phone snatched out of your hand, not bothering to look down at the screen as he hits your shut down button twice, thinking he ended the call. He throws it on the bed, blue eyes brimmed with anger. 

“What, when I don’t want to talk to you, you run to another guy?” 

You lazily smile when he cuts you off as you open your mouth to speak. 

“How long have you known him? Are you cheating on me?” With every question, he got a little closer, blue eyes narrowing at the relaxed expression on your face. “Don’t you have anything to say?” 

You blink innocently before kissing him on the cheek, ignoring the confused expression that overtook his features before shuffling around to obtain your phone, playing the sound back for him. 

His expression melts away to one of relief, tugging you into his chest.

“Please don’t leave me. Please.” 

You bite your lip, feeling guilty for messing with him as you breathe in is scent. “I’m sorry for being kind of a brat earlier.” 

“I don’t care anymore. Just...hold me, will you? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

The guilt bubbles up in your stomach as your heart pounds in your chest, feeling his grip tighten around you ever so slightly.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Iwaizumi

“She’s just a friend, (Y/N). You don’t need to worry. I’m tired. I don’t want to talk about something so meaningless.” 

“Iwa, she was literally all over you! And not gonna lie, you looked like you were enjoying it.” 

“What the hell? It’s called being polite. Not that you would know, you were basically glaring her down the whole night.” 

“Are you actually defending her right now?” Your voice cracks as Iwa’s eyes soften before hardening again. He turns away from you with a huff, slipping his coat off as he turns into your shared bedroom. 

“Just...go take your shower first.” That sentence ended the argument and all conversation as you hurriedly rush into the bathroom, being sure to slam the door as you did so as you release a groan of frustration. You run your bath, settling down into the steaming water as you mindlessly scroll through your phone, biting your lip at the emotion in your throat. 

A soft tap on the door sounds. “(Y/N)?” 

“I’m busy.” You snip, a glint in your eye as an idea comes to mind. 

“Look, we can talk this out, just please unlock the door.” 

Silence. 

“(Y/N)-” Iwaizumi’s brow furrows at the sound of the ringing from a facetime call. Who would you need to be calling while you were stark naked in the tub?

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?”

You press a hand to your mouth to conceal your laughter as Iwa’s side of the door becomes eerily silent. You blink. 

“Babe, it was-”

You weren’t prepared for Iwaizumi’s foot to kick open the door in one swift kick, tie loosened and promise of death in his eyes as he did so. 

You jump, almost dropping your phone in the water as you begin to stutter out explanations, Iwaizumi stalking over to the tub with a dark look on his features. He glances down at the tik tok sound, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of the situation before his fingers clasp at your chin. 

“Don’t play with me, (Y/N).” 

“I...” Iwaizumi sighs at your trembling figure, not meaning to scare you, but meaning to promise death at who ever laid on the end of your “call”. He pulls up a stool behind you, ignoring your questioning stare as he begins to help you soap your back, large hands moving to massage shampoo into your hair. 

“She was ugly anyways. Stop being mad.” 

You blink, realizing this was him trying to mend the situation. 

You laugh a little, tilting your head up to look at your handsome, yet scarily protective boyfriend. “You really just broke the door.” 

“And whose fault is that?” He mocks, arms sliding to wrap his arms around you from behind, his sculpted chin resting on your wet shoulder. 

“No one else can see you like this but me.” 

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[forlove2020]

Day 2 - No Vacancy

It is the last day of November and no one wants to buy any more pumpkins. 

Halloween has gone by, and Thanksgiving has blown past too. The people of Lebanon, Kansas have had their fill of the bright orange gourds - for more than two months they've displayed them on their front porches, carved them into jack-o-lanterns, and added them into every kind of dessert and frothy little drink imaginable.

And that is why, on November 30th, Dean decides his family is going on a field trip to the Lebanon Corn Maze and Pumpkin Patch.

Things have been good lately. No, scratch that. Life has been freakin' awesome. It has been just under two weeks since he rescued Cas from the Empty and a week since Jack came home. Dean is over the moon; radiating happiness in a way he never has before. They're all together, alive, and no Big Bad hovers menacingly on the horizon. Dean's not one to believe in a 'best case scenario,' but hell if this doesn't feel just like it.

The farm is about a twenty-five minute drive from the Bunker, and Dean, Cas, and Jack pull up in the Impala at the same time as Sam and Eileen arrive in Sam's CR-V. 

(Dean had teased him mercilessly about his new ride until Sam looked him dead in the eye, placing his hand protectively on Eileen's protruding belly, and insisted "Honda gets really good safety ratings, Dean." Dean, wisely, had shut up after that.)

Claire and Kaia are already there waiting, leaning up against Claire’s car, hand in hand. Jack leaps out of Baby as soon as Dean puts her in park, barreling toward the girls so he can nag Claire about his latest obsession: TikTok. Even from a distance it’s clear she’s rolling her eyes at him, but smiling despite herself

Dean and Cas get out of the car at a more leisurely pace and survey their surroundings.

What had been a busy festival complete with a lush corn maze, vibrant pumpkin patch, and stalls selling kettle corn and caramel apples two months ago is now a dismal scene. The corn maze has dried out and shriveled up, and the stalls are unmanned. Technically, there are still pumpkins aplenty in the field, but they're the ones that have been forsaken. The remaining pumpkins are leftovers that were considered either too skinny, too fat, or just too misshapen and lumpy to have been picked as the cream-of-the-crop.

Dean looks over at Cas. He’s squinting at the scenery in the dim autumn sunlight, and the nippy breeze has swept through his dark hair, making it seem more tousled than usual. Not for the first time, Dean thinks that he is gorgeous.

But now, he can actually tell Cas what he is feeling in these moments. There are no more half-truths or lies between them, nothing secret. After years of pining for one another without any hope of reciprocation and hiding the pains of longing, they’ve finally broken down the walls that kept them apart. They love one another fiercely, and while their relationship is new, it is not tenuous. 

So, Dean turns to him with a crooked grin.  “Hey, handsome.”

Cas blinks, and then a little smile curls the corners of his mouth. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean moves closer until their shoulders are brushing and he can feel the warmth of Cas’ body through both of their jackets. “You think Jack’s gonna be disappointed?” he asks quietly, watching their kid practically tackle Sam with a hug as Eileen signs something Dean can’t quite make out from the other end of the parking lot. “I mean, this isn’t exactly the ‘autumn glory’ we were promised on those fliers earlier this month.”

Cas doesn’t even hesitate. “No. I think Jack just appreciates having a normal...uh, sort of a normal life again. He’s excited to be here picking pumpkins, especially with Claire and Kaia, and Sam and Eileen joining us. This was a nice surprise you planned for him, Dean.”

It’s a simple compliment, and not even particularly saccharine, but Dean flushes from head to toe anyway. He’s working on believing the good things Cas says about him; he’s really trying, but it’s always been difficult for him to take a compliment about anything other than his good looks or hunting prowess. Instead, he meets Cas’ eye, and nods silently. And then, remembering he is allowed, takes Cas’ hand in his own, twining their fingers together.

They walk hand-in-hand to join Claire, Kaia, Jack, Sam and Eileen at the front gate. It’s hanging wide open, and no one is standing there to charge them an entrance fee. However, the sign does make a point to state that the maze is open until December 1st. Eileen shrugs, and so the seven of them wander down the path towards the pumpkin patch and the entrance to the maze. 

“Kaia! I’ll race you to the end!” Jack shouts, and laughing, Kaia chases him into the maze, dragging a grumbling Claire along behind her. 

“Let’s see if we can find anybody still working,” Sam suggests.

Eileen points at a worn down farmhouse tucked mostly behind a newly-painted red barn. “Someone must be home,” she signs pointedly, gesturing to plumes of smoke exuding from a grey chimney stack.

Dean ends up knocking on the door. He leaves Sam, Eileen, and Cas at a nearby picnic table, debating in Sign Language about the best flavor of cotton candy and whether or not the color of the dye changes the taste. 

 A minute or two later, an older man swings open the squeaky screen door to the house. He’s scowling, wearing muddy overalls, and chewing on a thick cigar. “Yeah?” he asks shortly. “Whaddya want?”

Dean raises his eyebrows at the farmer’s bluntness, but manages to respond politely. “My family and I saw fliers for this place a few weeks ago. We were hoping to buy some pumpkins and candy apples. What are you charging”

The farmer’s scowl grows deeper, and he looks past Dean to Sam, Eileen, and Cas relaxing on the bench, then narrows his eyes at the corn maze, where shrieks of laughter can be heard as the younger adults chase one another through the thinning stalks.

Getting impatient, with the man’s surly silence, Dean prods, “And…? It’s a yes or no question. Are you still selling pumpkins?”

The old man pulls the cigar out from between his teeth. “My wife and daughter run this hokey shit,” he grunts. “They went into town today ‘cause folks already came through here earlier in the month. They like customers. We haven't had anybody else stop by since before Thanksgiving.”

As his temper flares, Dean turns his grit teeth into a sharp smile. “Well, then it’s your lucky day! Here we are,” he says mockingly, sweeping his arms wide. The farmer mumbles something insulting and covers it with a hacking cough. Dean pretends not to hear him, “Fine. I take it from your sunny attitude that there will be no popcorn or apples today?” 

The man scoffs, “Enjoy the maze, boy-o. Free of charge.” He turns to lumber back inside, but Dean grabs the screen door before he can try to disappear.

“Hey!” the hunter barks. The farmer pauses, his body tensing for a fight. “Are you gonna sell me the goddamn pumpkins or not?” 

Cas has wandered to his side, either noticing the commotion, or simply because he wanted to be closer to Dean. Now, he interrupts casually, “You still have quite a few squash left in the fields and there’s going to be heavy frost two days from now, overnight. It’d be a shame if all of these pumpkins rotted, and you wasted the rest of your harvest.”

He has, quite deftly, snared the salty old farmer’s attention. Money is the man’s language; he might not enjoy having customers on his property so late in the season, but he certainly likes having the funds to maintain his land.

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“A hundred.”

“A hundred?” Sam sounds insulted. “You’re gonna pitch all of these in a couple days. There’s no way we’re paying a hundred. Try twenty-five dollars.”

The farmer rolls his eyes dramatically. He is in his element; the thrill of making a good deal and bartering his wares on the last day is an unexpected but welcome surprise that has put him in high spirits. “You’re cute, kid. I know my produce is worth more than that. I’ll go down to eighty-five, and you can take whatever you can carry in one trip.”

“Thirty-five,” Sam shoots back.

“Eighty.”

“Forty-one.” Once, Sam was going to be a lawyer. He’s got the upper hand in this situation and he’s going to crush his opposition. One more price reduction and they’ll have dozens of pumpkins to take home, way below the original asking price.

“Sevent…”

“Sixty-five, and we fill up all of our cars,” Dean interrupts, and Sam looks at him, utterly betrayed as the gleeful farmer shakes on the deal.

As Cas, Jack, Claire, and Kaia help carry the pumpkins to Sam and Claire’s cars respectively, Dean just claps Sam on the shoulder and tells his brother, “It’s still a cheaper family outing than going to Disney.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Sam says mournfully, and sulks over to help Eileen, who is supervising the influx of pumpkins that are being loaded into their vehicle.

Dean chuckles, and scoops up a few pumpkins. He’s got some recipes he wants to try out, plus he’s excited to teach Jack to carve ‘Jack’-o-lanterns. The kid seemed to want to learn how to do everything the human way now, and Dean is more than happy to teach him.

One by one, Dean places eight pumpkins in the backseat of Baby. One is tall and oblong with lots of stringy stems, matched with the only short and well rounded pumpkin he sees in the field. Between those two he sets a teeny tiny baby-sized pumpkin. Then, there’s a pumpkin that is half-green half-orange. It seems like it must have grown too fast because it is still quite young despite its size. Next, he adds two medium pumpkins that are also young, but growing strong. And last but not least, he picks up two more pumpkins. They are both a bit damaged - one is bruised and discolored, the other looks like it might have grown sideways. But Dean picks them because they lean against one another in the field, steady despite their flaws, despite what they’ve been through. 

He sets them all up in a long line along the backseat, and when Cas sees what he chose, his eyes go soft and warm as he looks at Dean.

“Let’s go home,” he breathes out, and takes Dean’s hand again.

Everyone gets in their cars - Dean in the driver's seat and Cas taking shotgun, as before. Jack tries to get in the Impala, then looks in the back window, and starts laughing. 

“Dean! There’s nowhere for me to sit.”

Cas chuckles quietly beside him, as Dean grins. “Aw, tough break, kid. Guess you’re walking home.”

“Hey, no fair- Dean! C’mon! Cas! Tell Dean he has to -”

Dean starts to roll up the window, laughing loudly as Jack knocks on the window pane.

“Sorry! No vacancy!” he hollers. Jack is nearly doubled over, hilarity spilling from him in peals of laughter.

Claire honks her horn loudly, and throws open the back door to her car. Jack straightens, and scrambles to join her and Kaia, shooting Dean and Cas a bright wave goodbye.

Sam and Eileen also wave as they leave the parking lot, wheels sending gravel spinning in their wake. Claire and Kaia follow, and Jack rolls down the window as they pass, and calls across to Cas and Dean, “This was the best family trip ever!”

They too are soon gone, headed for the Bunker to drop off dozens of pumpkins which will decorate every room until they end up decaying or until Dean cooks them. 

Dean and Cas wait until the others have left, and then Dean leans over and kisses Cas, long and sweet. When he pulls back, Cas traces his cheek, and says thoughtfully, “We could take the backroads home today….”

Dean is so gone on him. He kisses Cas once, twice more, and then puts the Impala in drive, and they’re on the road, taking the long way home.

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I enjoyed adding a little Day 1 ‘Harvest’ flare to Day 2!

My goal is to make most of my Suptober fics one-shots that are in some way related to my multichapter fix-it that is still a work in progress (Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, etc, post 15x20).

Thank you for reading!

-V

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#5

Already Taken

It’s 2am, I’m not great at editing but here is some Loki fluff because I’m still angry about the season finale and I just want Loki to be happy goddamnit.

“You’re so cute!” You cooed, holding up the alligator.

The alligator seemed to smile, obviously enjoying the attention you were giving him. How could you not adore him? A little alligator with a little Loki crown? It was absolutely adorable.

Well, you found it adorable. Loki found it annoying.

Loki had always been a bit protective of you.  Being in the TVA hadn’t changed that, and being in the Void only made it worse. The three Lokis and the alligator had taken you to their hideaway and the other three kept looking at you. The young Loki was smitten obviously, while the other two seemed wistful.

“Whose a little baby?” You asked, holding up the alligator. “Whose a little baby?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Loki said, stalking over to you. “Put that damn thing down.”

“Last time I checked, you’re not the boss of me,” You said playfully.

“I think he’s merely jealous, m’lady,” Boastful Loki said. “He seems to not enjoy sharing you.”

“Well, he’s going to have to get used to it. I’m adopting Alligator Loki now,” You said, holding the reptile.

“You are not keeping that thing!” Loki hissed.

“If the lady would like to keep a Loki as a pet, I wouldn’t mind volunteering,” The eldest Loki said with a grin.

“You’re bad,” You said with a giggle.

“Alright, alright, that is enough from all of you!” Loki grabbed the alligator out of your arms. “We’re leaving.”

“Loki, I---”

He grabbed your hand and started to pull you away. You looked back at the four other variants, offering an apologetic smile. However, Loki stopped when the entrance to the hideout started to open. He backed away, getting in a protective stance. The other Lokis quickly join him, making sure you’re as far away from the opening as possible. Even the alligator hissed as the hole opened up, and yet another Loki dropped in. He was wearing a tattered suit with a presidential pin that read ‘Loki’ and the signature horns.

“Well, well, well,” He said, grinning at the scene. “What do we have here?”

His eyes went to you, and he whistled.

“So it’s true. There’s someone in the Void who isn’t a Loki,” He said, his eyes going up and down your body. “Pretty, little thing too.”

“Keep your eyes to yourself,” Boastful Loki gripped his hammer.

“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” President Loki asked mockingly.

“Do not speak of the lady in such a manner,” Old Loki added. “She’s of no concern to you either way.”

“I don’t believe that,” President Loki’s eyes were glued to you. “I mean, it gets pretty lonely here in the Void, don’t you think?  I could use a bit of company.”

“Sorry, already taken,” You said, taking your Loki’s hand.

“Taken? Oh, dearest,” President Loki chuckled. “You’re acting as if you have any say in the matter.”

You never knew how fast alligators were until you saw Alligator Loki speed towards the president, jump up and clamp down on his arm. He screamed in pain, trying desperately to get the creature off him. Boastful Loki took this as an opportunity to charge forward, hammer out.

“You two need to go,” Kid Loki said. “There’s another way out. Follow me.”

“But what about them?” You said.

“They’ll be fine, my lady, but you two need to get out of here,” The eldest Loki said. “Please, stay safe.”

Loki took your hand, and the two of you followed the child out of the underground bunker. Once you got out, the two of you kept running until you were sure you were safe. Exhausted, you collapsed on the ground against an abandoned car.

“Are you alright, darling?” Loki asked his hand on your face.

“Yes,” You said, squeezing his hand. “What about you?”

“Who cares about me?” Loki said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m more worried about you.”

“Really? I thought you were angry at me,” You said.

“No,” Loki chewed his lip. “Alright, I was a bit jealous of the lizard.”

“Alligator,” You corrected.

“You were fawning over it,” Loki ignored your comment. “Cooing at it as if it was a babe and acting as if you had never seen anything so adorable.”

“Loki,” You squeezed his hand again, and he looked at you. “Were you afraid I’d like the alligator more than you?”

“No.”

“Loki.”

“Maybe.”

“Loki, come on.”

“Yes,” Loki sighed. “Love, you have to understand something. You’re so wonderfully amazing and bright. You’re a light in the darkness; people are drawn to you. I’m selfish, and I want your light to be only for me. When others try to get close, I panic.”

“Oh, Loki,” You pulled him close to you. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes,”

“So trust in me and my love,” You said. “Just because I was fawning over the alligator doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“You called it a baby,” Loki pouted slightly.

“What, does the almighty Loki want to be called a baby?” You teased. “You’re my baby, if that means anything.”

Loki smiled and kissed your lips.

“It means the world.”

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#4

1918 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 04:43:51 GMT

#3

It would be such a shame if he lost his career.

No it wouldn’t, fuck this guy

7419 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 05:54:18 GMT

#2

Help, I’ve fallen down due to the feels produced by this one video and I cannot get up.

23500 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 21:42:39 GMT

#1

Someone get this man an Oscar

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