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merakiui · 1 year

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hi mera! I hope you have a great week this week!

I think it's amazing how creative you are and that your brain never seems to run out of ideas, like a well of ideas- you always have more and more lol

Anywho today's question is- who do you think the most unhinged yandere is? Kinda like he has no rhyme or reason and is just batshit crazy. I think the obvious answer is Floyd just bc he's a feral kinda guy but do any other contenders come to your mind?

Also who do you think is a closeted crazy yandere (again, this fits jade....why do these twins fit so many concepts,?!) I think Cater is crazy behind closed doors because he's got serious trauma and issues so he might not even gaslight himself into thinking he's justified for what hes doing, he'll just confidently be wrong lol

🐔 anon

Hi hi 🐔!!! Thank you for your kind words! I hope your week is also wonderful!!

I’m always filled with too many ideas. >_< I’m happy I can write them here and that the ideas can be enjoyable! I’m not sure how so many thoughts can fit into this egg brain of mine, but somehow they are crammed in there hehe!! >:D

To answer your questions, I can absolutely see Floyd as an unhinged yandere! He has so many mood swings and some of those can cause him to be more violently volatile on particularly rough days. There’s also the fact that he is so possessive! He wants you all to himself and he won’t bat an eye if he has to get blood on his hands. Murder is but a small feat he must accomplish in order to have Shrimpy all to himself. <3

I also think Rook is rather unhinged. It’s easy to write “it’s Rook” as an explanation, but Rook is so himself! He’s very passionate, but then his passions borderline obsession to unhealthy degrees. He’s your textbook stalker: always watching from afar, taking covert photos, sending anonymous love letters, finding ways to get inside your home to take some of your belongings, and so on. His behaviors never faze him. After all, isn’t this the most flattering form of love? Even obsessions are beautiful to Rook!

It would be a terrible oversight to not mention Azul. He’s the type who is too good to be true—the type who you think you might be able to see through, but then it turns out you haven’t even broached the tip of his iceberg. Insanity spirals deep and dark with him and he has so many layers! I like to think there is a very dark part of Azul that just doesn’t feel remorse for people he can’t be bothered to care about. He can act like he loves and cares, but beneath all of that he’s a liar. If he loves you, he’s going to love you until you’re smothered. And he has ten appendages at his disposal—the more to envelop you with to ensure you’ll never escape. :)

As for closeted crazy yanderes, Jade absolutely fits this category. He’s crafted the perfect veneer for himself: gentle, polite, unassuming, charming. You’ll never suspect there’s more to him when he’s always smiling. You can never truly read Jade, and if you think you’re reading him it’s only because you’re reading something he wants you to interpret (whether true or not). Much like Floyd and his possessive nature, Jade is similar in that he also wants you all to himself. But rather than scaring everyone off right away like Floyd might, Jade takes great enjoyment in slowly isolating you, wearing you into nothing and then sculpting you anew with sly tricks. He’s scary because he can be patient and play long waiting games, and he just loves to push and push and push you until he witnesses the inevitable breaking point.

Cater is definitely hiding all of his dark sides in cute packaging. Behind smiles that never reach his eyes and an upbeat attitude, there is an apathetic man who is so drained and exhausted. Social media fuels him; it gives him validation and it’s a good distraction and escapism from reality. Though he may not stalk you in person, he’s an excellent cyberstalker. He will know everything about you from online observation alone. If he brings why of this up and you question how he knows these things when you’ve never talked about them, he smiles and plays it off as some sort of sixth sense. Or a clever guess. Or really good intuition. Cater may smile a lot, but there’s never any true happiness in those smiles. He worries a lot even if he never seems like the type to be bogged down by intense worries. He’ll turn to social media as a means of justifying his behaviors. Others are going through similar things; he read a post about someone who was stalking their ex in hopes of getting back together. Cater can relate! He’s not the only one feeling this way, so he’s not crazy. After all, being crazy isn’t cute and he’s always been told he must be cute.

I also think Rollo is a closeted crazy yandere. He can pull off a respectful, tradition-abiding gentleman who may or may not scoff into his handkerchief or use it to cover his scowls and frowns on occasion. But he’s a role model at Noble Bell, as well as a good student and citizen of the City of Flowers), so he has to monitor everything he’s doing and saying.He’s so diligent—arguably too diligent because he can never seem to get enough sleep. But then when he’s always lying awake thinking of you, how can he possibly fall asleep? Much like how Quasimodo fashioned dolls of the townsfolk out of wood and such, I like to believe Rollo crafts a doll of his darling and he dotes on it so obsessively because it takes the place of you (for now). He’s probably made dozens of dolls of you. You’ll never know any of them exist unless you happen to take a peek inside his room…

#twisted chit chat #🐔 anon #yandere twst

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stylestappen · 2 years

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hiii - 12 & 21 ^^

hi lisa <3 always a pleasure!

12 - favorite lestappen quotes

WELL this is hard because they love saying batshit crazy things all the damn time but at this moment in time i can think of these;

“Maybe God is with him, but he is not God” for max (like?? it sounds like it came from a fuckin shakespeare book)

“I wake up in the morning thinking about victory, I go to sleep thinking about victory...” for charles (PEAK perfectionist behavior. reflects his driving attitude so crucially)

21 - movie with lestappen vibes

can't think of ANYTHING substantial right now since i dont watch many movies (i prefer series eheh) so I'll just say a book name!

The Song of Achilles VERY MUCH gives me lestappen vibes. the whole "loving from a distance", the "childlike beginnings that confuse curiosity and a magnetic pull into envy and vitriol", the "pretending to hate each other when really you dont even hesitate to protect them with all you've got", the "deep fall that consumes, that feels like racing and battling and flying"!! very lestappen

#lestappen ask game #lisa <33 #dani's asks

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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kiss me on the mouth and set me free (Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader) -- one shot

Hi my lovelies! I know this is not my usual content whatsoever, but I’ve been watching TVD with my best friend (@treat-winchesterswith-kindness) and she was begging for a Damon smut, so this is the result. And I have to say...I enjoyed the hell out of writing this one xx.

Beta’d by @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @a-radical-notion <3

Warnings: (Birthday) SMUT! (Slight) virginity kink, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), biting (of course), size kink

Damon’s fingers touch gently underneath your chin, tilting your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. Not for compliance, he’d never do that to you. But for attention, for focus, for sincerity. He wants you to know his true intentions, the kind that only you can see when you’re looking into his eyes.

The usual mischief isn’t there. Instead, swirling in his eyes, are the softest emotions you’ve ever seen. The most genuine. The warmest.

Slowly, you nod. Your silent, willing compliance. Your silent, please.

As he leans forward to connect your lips--

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Your dream is ripped right out from under you by the smirking vampire standing in your bedroom. “Damon, what the hell?” You sit up in bed, rubbing your forehead. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Yikes, what’s with the attitude? My feelings are fragile, you know.” He grabs a pillow off your floor and hugs it to his chest as he quite literally falls onto the reading chair you have by your window.

Your only response is a glare.

“Come on, do you not know what day it is?”

“No,” you mutter, dropping your hands onto the bed in defeat. “What day is it?”

His expression is surprise, sadness, and unamused all at once. “Your birthday.”

“Oh,” you chuckle. You guess that is today. You’ve been so busy lately. You knew it was coming up, but you weren’t aware it was coming up this quickly. And now it’s here, and you have no plans.

Or at least you thought you didn’t have plans.

“Up, up, up,” Damon orders, waving his hands at you as he stands. “We’re celebrating, you’re not allowed to say no. Up.”

One thing you’ve learned about being friends with Damon Salvatore is that once he’s set in his ways, he isn’t budging. So, despite feeling like lead has been injected into your bones, you let him drag you out of bed -- literally. He reaches both hands out and you accept, wrapping your fingers around his and allowing him to tug you to your feet.

You and Damon have always been close. More than close, actually. You’ve never kissed or anything, at least not on the lips. He kissed your forehead once when you were sobbing over something. You kissed his cheek once in public when a guy wouldn’t stop hitting on you. And the two of you have held hands before, but more as an “I don’t want to lose you” measure in large crowds. You love concerts, and Damon does too (especially rock) but he hates the crowds because he hates losing sight of you.

You wouldn’t be surprised if everyone just assumed you and Damon are dating. You know the two of you aren’t -- because he’s definitely had sex with other women while you’ve been friends with him -- but you also know his behavior might lead others to believe otherwise. You also know that’s kind of his whole intention.

He’s protective. It’s what he does best. When you’re next to him, no one who isn’t your friend will look at you. And when you’re not with him, you’ve noticed the number of people who approach you with ill intentions has considerably decreased.

Once you’re known indirectly (or directly, you guess) as Damon Salvatore’s girl, no one comes near you. Exactly how Damon likes.

You don’t mind it. You hate being bothered. You’re surprised you let Damon bother you for as long as you did before you caved. You can’t lie, you liked it. You liked him. You still do.

But Damon isn’t the settling down type. He’s not the type to be monogamous, at least not from your experience. You do wonder at times what his goal was whenever he’d tell you about his sexual encounters. It wasn’t like he was bragging, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

So, obviously, you didn’t give him one.

Damon doesn’t always get what he wants. He just thinks he does. And you like to make him believe that.

“Are you ready yet? I’m starving,” Damon calls from the hallway.

You roll your eyes. “No. And you can’t be starving, you’re dead.”

“I know,” he smirks, sauntering into your room. “Look at you.”

“Look at me?” You scoff. “I wore this outfit last week.”

“Yeah, but you look...hotter, I don’t know. Maybe it’s your birthday.”

You roll your eyes again, a habit you do most often when you’re with Damon. “Whatever. Where are you taking me?”

“Oh, just, all your favorite places.”

“You’re full of shit, Damon.”

+++

After a full day of doing all of your favorite things, most of which Damon hates, by the way. You have no idea why he’s been entertaining you all day, but you’re assuming it’s only because today is your birthday. He’ll go back to his usual self tomorrow and hang out with you only when it doesn’t involve things he hates doing.

“Which one of your comfort movies are we watching to end the day?”

You eye Damon skeptically from the kitchen. He’s currently on the couch, flicking through Netflix lazily.

You don’t want to question any of this until tomorrow, so you tell him which movie to queue up, and you hear him muffle a groan.

You return to the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn, plopping it in the middle of you and Damon. He presses play on the movie, and you eat your popcorn with a smile.

Of course, you should’ve known it was too good to be true for Damon to keep his mouth shut all day because about halfway through the movie, he drops the bomb you had been waiting on.

“So...you’ve really never had sex?”

You roll your eyes, but don’t respond.

Earlier today when the two of you were walking around, Damon kept pointing out cute guys. And they were cute, you’ll give him that, but you had no idea what his deal was. After five or six guys are pointed out, Damon asks you, “Come on, you’ve never had birthday sex? A one-night stand on your special day?”

You had laughed and shoved his arm, and confessed, “I’ve never had any sex, period. So no thank you. Can we please go?”

You knew it was way too good to be true when Damon dropped the subject immediately and moved on, letting you drag him away to your other favorite spot.

Of course, you should’ve known he was only waiting for the right time. You did know. Which is why you haven’t answered him right now.

But he keeps going.

“What about held hands? Kissed anyone on the lips?”

“First of all, you’ve held my hand, and second of all, of course I’ve kissed someone on the lips, I’m not a nun!” You lie.

He looks skeptical. “When was it?”

“I was…” He gives you the look harder, not compelling you, but might as well have been. “Fine. I’ve never had sex, and I’ve never had my first kiss. Are you happy now?”

“Of course I’m not happy!” He gives you another look, this one like you’ve gone batshit crazy. “You’re missing out on one of life’s greatest experiences!”

“And this is exactly why I never told you,” you toss a popcorn kernel at him, watching it bounce off his forehead. He looks up at it, but he doesn’t blink. “Not everyone thinks sex is all there is to life, Damon.”

“Okay, that’s not what I meant--”

“That’s exactly what you meant.”

“I just mean if...you’re waiting…”

“Please, stop. Talking.”

“You don’t need to wait.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Because I’m right here.”

You stare at him blankly. “What?”

He shrugs nonchalantly like he’s not the biggest manwhore around. “I’m here.”

“You’re joking. Quit fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you-- Well, at least not yet--”

“Oh my God, shut up!” You laugh, swatting at his arm, hating the way you’ve gone hot all over.

Damon Salvatore is attractive. Scratch that-- He’s more than attractive. He’s the kind of attractive everyone says they want in a guy, but obviously, it’s too much to ask for, so they settle for a little less. You can’t ask everyone to look like a God, but Damon does -- though you’ll never let him hear those words leave your lips. Never.

The prospect of having sex with Damon has crossed your mind more than once. Probably a thousand times, if you’re honest, but you always knew it would never happen. He’s Damon Salvatore. First of all, he doesn’t do anything besides casual sex, and second of all, you’re pretty sure his sex only includes experienced partners. You don’t exactly fit either of those criteria.

You never even thought he looked at you that way. You figured if he had, he would’ve made more jokes or insinuated things. But he never has with you.

“I’m being serious, you know.”

At this point, fifteen more minutes of the movie have gone by. But you haven’t been paying attention.

“Can I ask why?” You say, keeping your eyes focused on the TV screen.

“Why what?”

“Why now? Why are you suddenly interested? Because if it’s just to get your dick wet, I will kick you out.”

“What do you mean suddenly interested?” He counters.

“What do you mean?” You fire back, finally looking at him. “The whole time we’ve been friends, you’ve had more one-night stands than I can count. You never flirt with me. And just today you were trying to find someone for me to have birthday sex with. Are you serious?”

“Okay, yes, I have had a lot of one-night stands, and yes, I was being...obnoxious today, but I have flirted with you.”

“Since when?”

“Since every day I’ve known you!” He cries. “Did you not notice?”

You slump back into the couch cushions. “Well, I guess not.”

More minutes pass. The movie plays and you try to pay attention, silently wishing the couch would swallow you whole right now. This shouldn’t be embarrassing, but it is.

“I’m not saying you have to have sex tonight, but whenever you’re ready...I’m here.”

“Of course you’ll always be there for that.”

“You know I didn’t mean it that way,” he says, and you would’ve brushed him off again if he wasn’t looking into your eyes so deeply, and reaching for your hand. Not in a way that insinuates anything, but for comfort.

Silently, you turn your hand over and let him hold it. “What if...What if I’m not ready for sex yet, but…”

“But?”

“But…” You sigh, averting your eyes back to the movie. “What if I want you to kiss me?”

“I can do that.”

You nod, but you don’t move. Your hand stays gently held in his, your eyes glued to the movie. You suggested it yourself, yet you’re nervous.

Distantly, you hear the bowl of popcorn moving to the coffee table. You feel the cushion beside you dip slightly as Damon scoots over. And then…

“You’re going to have to look at me if you want me to kiss you.”

You feel his fingers gently lifting your chin, turning your gaze toward him.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, not as harsh this time because you’re too busy buzzing with the fact that his fingers are still on your chin. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Okay, okay,” he teases, his thumb stroking your jaw.

He moves slow, not wanting to rush you, but he moves so slow that you wish he’d use his speed. Before you can make a comment about it, though, his lips are finally on yours.

Kissing isn’t what you expected. But since it’s with Damon, it’s amazing.

He still moves as slow as possible, his hand moving from your chin to your jaw, cupping your face, pulling you closer. You have no idea what to do with your hands, so you leave them in your lap, curled into fists.

Damon pulls back, pecking your lips once, then twice, before finally pulling away.

“How’s that for a first kiss?”

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you grip his shirt in both hands and pull him back to you, kissing him harder. A growl releases itself from the back of Damon’s throat, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in retaliation.

You open up for him instantly, fists releasing his shirt when his tongue strokes into your mouth gently. His hands find your waist and squeeze, massaging your skin, tugging you closer until there’s practically not even a centimeter of space between the two of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, a small whine leaving your lips when he pulls back.

“Damon…” You whisper, your vision hazy, but in the best way.

“Look at me,” he says softly, his lips ghosting over yours.

You blink slowly, looking back into his eyes. “Hm?”

“Do you want more?”

You nod pathetically, still annoyed with him for stopping.

“Words, little one,” he taps your nose with his index finger. “What do you want?”

“More,” you say almost instantly. “I need more, Damon.”

“More it is,” he smirks, giving you what you need.

You inhale deeply when he kisses you, and when you exhale, your breath fills Damon’s lungs. Your fingers thread through his hair at the base of his skull, your arms keeping you steady around his neck. His lips devour you in every form of the word, claiming you, coaxing you to open up to him. His hands tug on your hips, pulling you into his lap, straddling his legs.

Your comfort movie plays on the TV in the background, the volume turned down, but still there. Somehow, it makes more of your nerves melt away. Damon’s touch makes the rest of them disappear.

Damon pushes your hair back from your face as he holds you captive with his kiss. Another nip to your skin and he pulls back.

“I want more,” you blurt, “but I’m not a one night stand.”

“You are most definitely not a one night stand,” he replies softly, pecking your lips. “If you want more, I’ll give you more.”

“Give me more,” you all but demand, rocking your hips. “Now.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tightens his grip on your hips, stopping your movement. “Just because it’s your first time doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want.”

You fully stop your movement out of surprise and annoyance. “Why not?”

“Because…” He thumbs the pout from your lips. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Damon,” you groan. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t fingered myself.”

He chuckles lowly, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it up into view. “I am a lot bigger than your fingers, princess.”

You shudder at the nickname and fail to hide it.

His usual mischievous smirk stretches across his lips. “You like that?”

You nod. No use in trying to hide it.

“Princess,” he murmurs. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me,” you say proudly, already tired of the teasing.

He smooths his hands down your arms. “That’s not asking nicely.”

“Please, will you please just fuck me already?”

“Nice of you to say please,” Damon replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. “But I need to get you ready first. Don’t pout, kitten. Come on.”

He shifts his weight to lift you up, laying you back on the couch. Slowly, your pants are dragged down your legs. You wait for him to take your panties, too, but he doesn’t.

You lift your head, but Damon stops you before the comment leaves your mouth. “Patience, princess.”

You throw your head back into the pillow with a groan, one that quickly morphs into a moan when he mouths your clit over your panties. His tongue darts out to tease your hole through the fabric, smirking into your pussy as you squirm. He thumbs your clit before massaging your lips.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “I can feel you getting wet, and that’s what we need, Princess, I don’t want to hurt you...not unless you ask.”

A flash of a wet dream you had a few nights ago, where Damon’s mouth was in your neck, his teeth breaking skin only barely, but enough to taste.

“Did you just get wetter? Oh, Princess…”

The sound of ripping fabric fills your ears when Damon’s teeth tear your panties away. The sudden cool air on your wet pussy causes your hips to buck, and Damon’s hands promptly push them back down.

He crawls up your body, briefly paying attention to your collarbones and neck, daring to nip there, but not breaking the skin, and leaving as quick as he came.

His entire body covers yours as he leans down, pressing sweet kisses to your lips, smirking when he finds your lips already parting for him. And when your hands find the buttons on his shirt, he chuckles, but keeps kissing you, fiercer now as you unbutton every last one, leaving his shirt hanging wide open.

“You feeling good?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Just checking, baby,” he coos, kissing both of your cheeks, then your nose.

He slides back down your body, settling over your hips. Now, without the barrier of your panties, you can feel his breath on your pussy. Before you have time to process that feeling, though, Damon is diving in headfirst -- literally.

Damon is not a stranger to going down on a woman, and it’s actually his favorite thing in the world to do.

He doesn’t even try holding you down. One arm is stretched across your hips, while his other hand is busy massaging your lips, coating his fingers in your wetness. You expect him to thrust his fingers into you then, but a loud moan has you looking down to see Damon’s fingers in his mouth, tasting you.

He opens his eyes and catches yours, smirking around his fingers as he pulls them out of his mouth. “You taste good.”

You scrunch up your nose, earning a laugh from him.

“I’ll make you taste one day, kitten, you might like it.”

“Hmph.”

“Don’t start pouting now,” he says, keeping his eyes locked with yours as his fingers trail down to your entrance. “Just one for now, Princess,” he whispers, spreading your lips and pressing in.

One isn’t much, so all that you feel is pleasure and heat in your core.

“More,” you whine, lying back down, breathless. “Please.”

“There’s my good girl,” he coos, kissing your hip bone. “Asking so nicely. I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

Another finger enters you and it is a bit of a stretch, but still not much. He was right, his fingers are bigger than yours -- and you’re sure his cock is bigger, too -- but it’s still not enough.

“More,” you cry, the word breaking into a choked moan when he scissors his fingers, opening you up.

“There it is,” he smiles, leaning down to flick your clit with his tongue before sucking gently on the bundle of nerves. He continues scissoring his fingers until he hears your moans growing quieter, and that’s when he adds a third finger.

Now you feel the stretch, but it isn’t painful. Your moan is louder than you expect, your back arching off the couch, and Damon swears for a second he might’ve stumbled upon an angel.

A small whimper leaves your lips when he curls his fingers, pressing into your g-spot ever so slightly. Not hard enough for immense pleasure because he doesn’t want to wear you out immediately, and he knows you aren’t used to that level of pleasure -- not yet at least.

He pauses his assault on your hip bone, never biting hard enough to leave a mark, to return to your clit. He’s not sure if you know it, but you’re close. He can feel your walls fluttering and squeezing his fingers, the tell-tale signs.

Once you feel his mouth back on your clit, sucking and nibbling gently, you’re blinded by the pleasure that crashes into you. It’s as if the skies opened up and struck you with lightning straight from the sun.

When Damon moans into your pussy, the vibrations send waves of pleasure through your every fiber, and you have no choice but to cum all over his fingers.

Something you do when you’re pleasuring yourself is you stop almost immediately, but Damon continues, milking every last bit of your orgasm until you’ve calmed down. He leans his head on your hip while he continues massaging your walls until he can pull his fingers out without hurting you or startling you.

The emptiness you feel when his fingers leave you is a little startling, but only so much so that you need something else inside of you. Which is why while he’s busy sucking on his fingers again, making a complete mess, you’re sitting up and tossing your shirt over your head.

“Woah,” Damon says around his fingers, his eyes widening when your bra comes off, too. “Hello.”

You almost glare at him. “I need you inside of me.”

Damon raises an eyebrow, licking his lips. “Pardon me?”

“Please,” you groan. “Please, I need more, I…”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, his fingers massaging soft circles into your thigh. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

He nods. “Lay back, Princess. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

You obey, mostly out of exhaustion than compliance, and Damon knows that. You’ve always been a bit of a brat, but he’s seeing even more of it tonight.

He makes a show of shrugging off his shirt, watching you watching him, your arm bent underneath your head to prop you up. One leg is up and the other is down, and you look like Heaven.

Damon undoes his belt and tosses it away, taking note of the way your eyes follow it all the way to the floor. You don’t even look back to him until his pants are hitting the floor, and him stepping out of them catches your attention again. Black boxer briefs are all that is left, and they’re barely containing him.

He loves how intently you’re watching him. The genuine curiosity sparks in his eyes when he pulls his underwear down, kicking them aside. You blink slowly, marveling at the sight of him. He’s...pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing, baby?”

You nod slowly. “Mhm. Taste?”

“Next time,” he promises, kneeling on the couch, pushing your legs apart. “Tonight is all about you, Princess.” He presses a kiss to your lips to seal the deal, and you accept it, reminded of how empty you feel now that your legs are spread again.

You go quiet when you feel his cock nudging your entrance. He stretched you, but he feels so big.

“Is it...Is it gonna fit?” You ask, your arms wrapping around his neck again for support.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. “You tell me when to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses you again, sweeter and softer this time, but it’s only a distraction for when he initially enters you. He could tell you needed the distraction, and he was correct.

When you begin to feel him, your nails scratch his skin and he stops, staying there, waiting for your word.

He goes slow as promised every time you ask for more, and stops whenever you say so, or when your whimper is louder than expected.

Soon, though, he’s fully seated inside of you, and you feel sufficiently full. At peace. And ready for him to fucking move.

“Move, please, Damon, I need you to--”

He pulls out slightly and snaps his hips, knocking the breath out of you. He watches your face, but there are no traces of pain, only pleasure.

A rhythm slowly forms, one that you enjoy, until you need more and when you ask for more this time, Damon doesn’t hold back.

So much so that it forces a new name from your lips.

You didn’t mean to say it, but when he stops moving out of surprise, you can’t help but whine it once more. “Daddy, please.”

“God,” Damon groans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. The rhythm this time is slow and dizzying. “Say it again.”

“Daddy,” you whimper instantly, bucking your hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your vein. “You have no idea how hard it is not to just…” He pauses, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive skin there. “And when you call me that…”

“Daddy…” You cry out, feeling him nudging against your cervix.

“My sweet little girl,” he breathes. “Letting me take her virginity. That’s my Princess, my baby…” His teeth graze your skin again, teasing you, and then…

“Please,” you mumble, closing your eyes. “Do it.”

He freezes, and you feel it, but you’re tired of him freezing, so you wrap your hand around the back of his head, pressing his mouth into your neck.

“Do it,” you repeat, even more breathless. “Please.”

Damon can’t resist, not when you feel this good wrapped around him, when you’re begging, when you’re pushing him closer, yearning for it.

He speeds up his rhythm, chasing his high. He doesn’t trust himself to cum with his teeth in your neck, but he can cum right before, and sink them in while you’re cumming. The pain won’t be as intense while you’re mid-orgasm.

Almost as soon as you feel Damon’s seed spilling inside of you, your back is arching, your own waves of pleasure shooting through your body, your second orgasm of the night capturing you. And when you least expect it, because you assumed he had decided against you, Damon’s teeth sink into your neck.

It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before, but it’s one you’ll be asking for more often.

Your body relaxes, Damon’s now half-hard cock sitting snugly inside of you while he drinks from you, and when he finally is done, you’re floating blissfully.

You catch only a glimpse of his face before it returns to normal, and he kisses you gently to get your attention.

“How was your first time?”

“Amazing,” you murmur, scratching gently at the base of his skull. “Really...amazing.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Stay.”

“Okay, well I need to pull out of you, but then we can cuddle.”

“Fine,” you huff, dropping your arms from his neck.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty once more, despite the pleasure still thrumming through your body. “You can warm my cock another time, okay Princess?”

“Hmph.”

He stands and shakes his head. “Alright, it’s nap time for you.”

You look up hopefully. “Bed?”

“Yeah, come on.” He slides his arms underneath your legs and back, lifting you up bridal style.

You’re asleep in his arms before he even makes it to your room.

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hualian-blessing · 3 years

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why mcyttwt does not think some (if not most) of the time when it comes to mcc

if i post this in twitter, i’d surely get hated upon but someones gotta have to say this one day. also this does not target to mcytblr!!! this rant is more of towards mcyttwt!!!

remember how mcyt was so chill before all of this shit? how we would watch our favorite minecraters when the community was so small? or how mcc was an event that both ccs and fans can have some fun and entertainment once per month? and that was only last year too. now look at the new generation of mcyt fans and see why some of the old fans dont really associate the new ones.

as a fan of the old gen mcytbers like DanTDM, SkyDoesMinecraft, Aphmau and CaptainSparklez. heck im a fan of pewds’ minecraft series before dream or tommy or ranboo or the new gen of mcyt ccs blew up (a year before them if im correct), and we dont see drama or bad shit all the time when it comes to their content.

now compare that to the new gen where every single fucking day, a bored fan or anti would post shit drama in twitter where some of the people from twitter moved to tumblr just to not get a headache from the batshit craziness mcyttwt brought forth. and it just snapped more when the mccp21 rolled in.

heres some of my takes about the mccp21 issue:

1) “there’s a lack of representation of lgbtq+ in the teams!!!”

heres something to tell yall about that. scott doesnt have a fucking choice. scott smajor has told time and time again, WEEKS before the announcement of teams, that there are certain requirements and limitations to mccp21 thus there will be difficulty in choosing whos entering or whos not. limitations and requirements such as it will be streamed on youtube or how streamers with twitch contracts aren’t allowed to stream or (god bless scott’s good heart) scott not allowing some of the lgbtq+ streamers in joining the special event due to wanting them to have a chance to stream and experience their first mcc (so to those who said that ranboo should have been in mccp21, shut up ‘cuz scott wanted genderman to have fun streaming his first mcc but cant due to ranboo being a well-known twitch streamer). to those who complained that ant and velvet should be in the mcc, stop being selfish and do some actual research on why scott didn’t include them. a simple question to those two’s fans would answer that they can’t make it due to them camping for a week which within those days is the mccp21. they’re having time to themselves, not wasting it on a minecraft championship.

take in the consideration that, oh i dont know, not a lot of lgbtq+ ccs applied to the event? its not a free invite championship (in fact, mcc has always been like that), it’s an applied with the sufficient and correct requirements kind of event. the artist who created the icons from the previous mcc for the teams said that scott let in some of the new ccs in last minutes due to lack of applicants not meeting the requirements thus not having custom artworks for the teams if they want to announce the teams in time.

2.) “there’s no lesbians or trans in the teams >:(((”

sadly enough, there’s not much of the players from the lgbtq+ community but to say there’s no trans people in mccp21 is utterly false. by definition, trans mean denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. other genders such as non-binary, genderfluid, androgyne, bigender, gender expansive all fall under trans. you define yourself with the gender you personally chose and comfy with from you birth gender. so saying there’s no trans in the teams when there are players from the event like eret or sqaishey who are nb and genderfluid respectively are there to also represent not only the sexuality but also the gender identity of others??? like c’mon, please make sense mcyttwt.

also, while its sad to not see lesbians, please know that lgbtq+ doesn’t strictly be defined by lesbians. ffs, lgbtq+ literally means Lesbians Gays Bisexuals Transgenders and Questioning (or Queer but im not too sure about that one) which means that there are still other representatives for the community in the event.

3) “technoblade is in the event?!!! WHAT THE FUCK, HES A HOMOPHOBE/LESBIPHOBE-”

utter clowns, toxic twitter users are. do you really think that scott smajor, an openly gay man, would let a supposed “homophobe/lesbiphobe” in an event that focuses in supporting the lgbtq+ community? do you hear yourself? do you even do research where the joke he made was when he was the same age as me and it was based on a historical article back in WW2? or how he passionately supports the community especially the lesbians because a lesbian couple complimented him to which kickstart his confidence? the man willingly went to this mcc event despite being flamed a lot in twitter because he (and everyone) knows that his chat, his fans and supporters, are literal millionaires. if you saw a stream from foolish where he auctioned canonical characters for funs, a techno fan donated thousand of dollars to get technoblade, and that’s only one fan, now imagine a hundreds of thousands of them.

like it or not, technoblade has always been open about his support to the community, especially that majority of his fanbase are from the same community that mcyttwt allegedly swore that technoblade hates.

4) “since this mccp21 is pointless because theres no dteam, quackity, punz or (insert cc name), let’s have a watch party of the previous mccs to spite mccp21!!!” “let’s hope (insert cc name) stream on the 26th so mccp21 doesnt have the same amount of viewership like before!!!” “where are (insert cc name)??? gosh, this mcc is so boring without them!!!”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut the actual fuck up. are you really seriously hearing yourself? are you willing and proudly boycotting a once in a year special event that is seriously needed by the lgbtq+ community? are you that cruel and selfish to sacrifice a project that helped tons of people just for your sick entertainment and desires? are you that evil to stop others from enjoying and donating to the trevor project? are you that inconsiderate of other ccs that aren’t part of dsmp and calling them boring? and for what? because your favorite cishet streamer isn’t there? oh booofuckinghoo! you’re so fucking petty to even post about this kind of tweets in public.

(edit: did yall honestly thought that without your favorite streamers that the mcc is not worth watching because they aren't there? well let me tell you, im a ranboo fan. ive watched him when he first entered the dsmp and watched him spinning in his unicorn chair for 5 minutes. the boo community waited for so many months for genderman to join mcc yet we didn't even do that kind of disgusting action and behavior every time he isn't in mcc. 8 months. that's how long ive watched him. ive waited 8 months for him to be in the event yet i still watch other povs like tommy's, puffy's, wilbur's, and etc., because it's fun and entertaining to watch them despite the beloved not participating in the games.

if you're that spoiled to not even watch mcc because (insert cc whose not part of mccp21 name here) isn't part of the roster then you most likely have a one dimensional humor because there will always be someone more funny and entertaining than them. i like dsmp don't get me wrong, but i found parrot's school smp funnier than dsmp yet you don't see me insulting both series, do you? learn to keep yourself if you're calling ccs as boring or dull or not entertaining enough due to not having the same big platform as the dsmp members.)

you don’t deserve to call yourself a fan if you’re doing this kinds of actions. in fact, people like you should be kicked out from the mcyt community because your kind of people are the reason why we look so bad from the outside. your toxic and self-entitled to these content creators are the reason why famous ccs like sbi, purpled, tubbo and almost ranboo left twitter/implied strict rules to their subtwts. you drove out an entire friend group that tons of fans found comfort in from the platform and you still have the audacity to this kind of shit? honestly, just leave before you give me a headache.

what im sayin’ is that mcyttwt is one of the worst, if not THE worst, subtwts out of the other subtwts in twitter. having no actual research or evidences or spreading false information is common in twitter where you would have to take what they said with a micro size grain of salt. mcyttwt already ruined the fun and spirit of mcc during its comeback in mcc14 due to the glitch and beta testing shit (ey i still stand for the ranboo beta testing but i know that will be worthless since theres hints of him joining soon in mcc15). if you’re still in mcyttwt, i suggest to get out of there while you still can. we’ll never know if there’s a bigger shitstorm than this in the mcyttwt that may happen in the future.

edit! hi bella again, ive been told by a polite and cool user that not all people from mcyttwt are toxic and/or cruel. im going to clear something up here. ive written this during the heat of the announcement of mccp21 teams. so there's a lot of complains and/or entitled people in the app (you can even see it in my previous post too if you want evidences!) that gave off mostly negative vibes towards the event.

ive seen the cool ones who actually took the consideration for scott's side and the criticism of the lack of representation of other communities within the lgbtq+ umbrella (ive even share some parts of it above so im also a bit upset to the lack of numbers in the community). and some of them are correct about recruiting lgbtq+ creators in youtube but! like i said, it's an applied event and not invitational one, so its up to that content creator if they want to join or not. the amount of cishet in the roster are just those who want to support the cause and/or backups/stand-ins in case scott and noxcrew can't find enough ccs in time!

just wanna clear this up because mcyttwt these days are covered by really cringe fans (ive noticed a pattern of them mostly new ones but there are still awesome new fans (like my irl friend who just joined this year) within the community) that covered the good ones where they enjoy, have fun and share some neat ideas and thoughts to the community within the platform!

when i said to get out of the mcyttwt while you still can, i meant to get out of there to avoid drama (that is really small contrast those who really need to address the issue) and take a break from it. it's still your choice if you want to be surround by it or not or if you want to come back to the app. all im saying is to buckle up for the shitstorm cuz this is not the last time that the twitter side of mcyt will cause negativity to the community.

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Just Friends

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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thismoleculeisacomedian · 3 years

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List of reasons why Thomas was not really written as an antagonist (that I hope people who disagree will read in good faith :)

I honestly don't get why, exactly, people dislike Thomas so much and view him as an antagonist...like...he's just an idiot??? Like, he comes up with these batshit crazy schemes and they blow up in his face like 85% of the time and it is just fucking hilarious. But like... okay. And none of these people started disliking him during what I consider to be the most justifiable time to start disliking him, which was pretty much the whole thing with Ms. Baxter. They mostly started hating on him in S1. Which like... okay, he tried to steal someone's job to get himself promoted in the most juvenile way possible. Other people did way worse, and nobody seems to think the worse of them.

But like.... Here's why I really don't get why most people dislike him, especially after watching the whole series.

1. He's kinda the bravest character on the show??? Like in the most classic sense. (Running through fire to rescue someone, rescuing someone from a group of thugs, immediately enlisting during WWI, never being intimidated by pretty much anyone...etc. No one else had even comparable moments of sheer bravery.) He also just a tough cookie, and really resilient. Like whack-a-mole resilient.

2. He was one of the more disadvantaged characters. Both working-class and a gay man in the early 1900's. Like. In a practical sense, that was a bad intersection to be at the time. Working-class gay men composed most of the people arrested/imprisoned for homosexuality. (I'd probably have a chip on my shoulder the size of Brazil.) The full magnitude of this prejudice is revealed in S6, when what I considered the most egregious display of prejudice occurred. (Feel free to disagree, this was just the one that just...hacked me off the most.)

3. He is indicated as having an abusive/violent father. (The way I always read his familial background is that his mother was dead, re: "What would my mother say?", etc.), his sister was much older than him, and his father was just abusive. Also, did we ever see him drink? I might be projecting here, but often people who come from families where alcoholism is an issue will steer clear of any kind of substance because like...bad memories. But he has all the hallmarks of a child abuse victim: lack of trust, lack of forethought/causal thinking (abuse affects the prefrontal cortex, which controls premeditation), lack of anything resembling fear of physical violence, plus like...not understanding how to deal with people. And he acts like someone in a constant fight-or-flight state: hypervigilance.

All signs of C-PTSD. Some people think that he had a father who was fine up until figuring out he was gay, and then threw him out or something. That would be an isolated traumatic event, rather than a trauma spread out over a longer period of time, and I think his behavior seems to align more with the latter. (NOT trying to minimize that in any way, shape, or form. Just saying that the two things are different and people tend to come out of them differently, and he seems to present more like someone who came out of a long-term trauma than an isolated instance of it.) I also think he probably just ran away the second he was old enough, and might have been homeless for a minute, because of the obvious, intense fear reaction he has every time it looks like he'll be out of a stable roof over his head. (I mean, anyone would be, but he isn't afraid of much, so....)

4. He's really funny. Like his sarcasm + his general stupidity. The part where he stole Isis and freaks out looking for her nearly made me die laughing. Half the time I was laughing with him and the other half I was laughing at him. It's hard to dislike someone who makes you laugh.

Long story short, I really don't think he was meant to be even resembling a villain, or even an antagonist. I thought his general meanness was just a matter of...well, better they hate me for something I have control over than something I have no say in. I don't know if general dislike of him is just lazy thinking, lack of understanding, or what. Ideas and/or responses?

I'm just curious here.

#downton abbey #thomas barrow #downton abbey (2010-2015)#favorite tv shows #favorite characters #fandoms #fandom #downton abbey fandom

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skulljackxiii · 3 years

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Dramaronpa: Star Struck- Duncan Reveal

*whispers to self*..."Holy Shit, it's Duncan...oh man, I feel lightheaded." (There's no way I could mistake that dude for anyone else. That intense aura full violent and gruesome intent, the sturdy build that's been developed over countless fights, and of course those stern and cold eyes with a stare that could just stab someone just by facing their direction.) (As someone who covers the latest topics and hottest news, I know lots about people who've been in the limelight and been discussed about online from recent years, and there's been no one more discussed about than Duncan, especially when news about his release was surfaced recently. Actually, I covered Duncan in lots of my videos and has always been one of my most popular topics to date, especially when I dig up dirt about his life from my usual secret sources.) (Duncan, someone of the same age as me, has the reputation that's known across the World for being violent, merciless, and a danger to society. From my intel, he was just this ordinary delinquent that cause trouble here and there, but was still a hindrance to others. His name only became known right before his first year in Middle School where he committed such a heinous crime that he got himself locked up in an actual prison.) (...In a real prison, a preteen placed in a facility meant for ADULTS...It's insane I know, but that's not even the craziest part.) (You see, not only was this preteen placed in ACTUAL prison...BUT this KID actually got transferred to 5 different/separate state prisons just for...,get this,..."Bad Behavior". If that doesn't sell you of what kind of guy this is, then don't worry. There's more...) (Duncan was supposed to serve a longer sentenced than he did, but there was some sketchy scandals going on in the higher echelons of law enforcement involving him. In the end he was released after only 3 years of his sentence, and from there the whole World went insane when news got out.) (Some say that Duncan met a notorious/powerful Mob Boss in one of the prisons and became part of the criminal underworld as his right hand, thus getting him out earlier. I'm not sure whether this is fake or not, but just looking at this guy you can never tell.) (After his release, more batshit insane tales, or more like legends at this point, started sprouting left and right. There was stuff about him like causing a gang war between two infamous factions in order to watch them wipe each other out so he can get all the dough for his drug trade, there's him hooking up with any of the hottest super models and throwing them out the next day, another about him being a massive junkie that massacred an entire gang just to get more drugs, one where it says that he could sell people's organs to the black market after beating them all up in a fight, an insane one that said that he killed his own parents just for the fun of it, and so much more tales after these.) (I know a lot of these sound insane and I want to believe that they're just made up, but I just can't. After watching this one video, I started to think that all the crazy stories about him are true.) (One day there was this video sent to me by one of my sources, it was a simple night recording that happened to stumble upon a fight that soon cemented someone as a iconic threat to anyone. In the recording, there was a gathering of this biker group that's known to wreck havoc across the country. In every city they enter, there's always such a large reports of property damages, injured casualties, and even deaths. In the recording, that same infamous group that instill fear into others, were in fear themselves as tears and snot was running down their faces as they try to flee for their lives. And as some of them try to flee, at the center was a teen with a bright green mohawk that used the pair of handcuffs that he always wears, as brass knuckles to beat in and destroy everyone on that spot. When the night was over, the entire gang, whose members exceeded over 100, were bloody, beaten, and destroyed laying on the ground near a river, and the only one left standing was Duncan. Since then the event would be known throughout the entire web as the Riverside Massacre, one of many feats about Duncan.) (People say that those handcuffs belonged to the first officer that tried to detain Duncan, but to only get himself killed in the process. So he wears them at all time to warn people as to what will happen if they get in his way.) (So ever since his release, everyone has come to recognize him as the monster as he is, and has unanimously labelled him as the Most Dangerous Adolescent in the Country.) *whispers to self*..."Okay... now, you can always run past him, not look at his direction, and avoid a world of pain and agony...Buuuttttt, if you can somehow get a decent relationship going, then you can get exclusive info about him and score big time." *grunts quietly*..."Come one, you can do this. He's a guy, you're a guy, there's some common grounds there...And besides, if he plans on attending here then he has to behave properly, so there's no way your life is in danger...right?" *whispers to self*..."Alright, lets do this!!!" "...........................HHHH-hhhhEEEEeeeee-LLLLLLlllllllllllOOOOOoooooo.......mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................." (Well.....Shit. I think I peed a little)

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hi i would die for some jekyll x emma <33

Ahahah I can relate to you anon I would die for them too <3

Emma has always had a crush on Henry, Henry quickly would get quite enticed by Emma. Emma would watch Henry from afar during banquets far too scared to go up and talk to him, too intimidated by all the ladies around him, far too afraid of having her heart broken.

Jekyll and Sir Carew are colleagues/friends but Emma isn't much younger than Jekyll, only by a few years (5 at most). Ever since Henry and Sir Carew started working together, he used to joke to Emma that he was going to set her up with Henry.

(Emma would be incredibly flustered but secretly enjoy it. A lot).

Emma finds herself pacing her bedroom with worry after her first banquet with Henry. She heard some whispers that Dr. Jekyll suddenly felt sick and had to leave, she worries she did something wrong simply because she is paranoid of scaring away her crush right after their dance together.

Much to her delight, however, Henry can barely keep himself away from her during every other banquet they attend afterward. He always asks Sir. Carew about the events Emma will attend to see if he will be attending it too, Sir. Carew immediately begins to tease Emma about Henry already having fallen for her.

They dance a lot together during events and Henry can't help but fall head-over-heels for her. He hasn't been able to enjoy himself this much in years and there is something about Emma that just... Makes his heart melt in a way no one has done before.

He is walking down the neighborhood where he knows the Carews lives one night. He passes the back of the house and sees Emma hanging on the balcony, watching the stars.

He couldn't have kept himself away from the opportunity to be a romantic goof even if he would have tried.

He calls her name and both get equally excited by the sight of each other. He vaults over the garden fence and stands under her balcony. Emma is incredibly flustered and yet incredibly happy about his wish to see her.

"It's a shame you aren't up here with me."

"It's a shame you'd believe you could keep me from trying to get up to you."

Henry ends up doing the most ungentleman-y thing possible and climbs up a tree to get to Emma and the balcony. He jumps over the railing and sweeps Emma off of her feet. They sit on the railing and Henry takes Emma's hands. He presses his lips to her knuckles and Emma swears that he ripped her heart out of her chest right then and there.

However, it does not take long until they hear Sir. Carew coming up the stairs, seemingly wanting to ask Emma something.

Henry panics, he gives Emma a quick kiss straight to her lips and vaults over the railing and straight into the garden. He gives her a quick wave before running off in desperate hope that Sir. Carew will neither see him nor skin him alive if he does.

Sir. Carew did see Henry, but he acts like he didn't because seeing Emma trying to gather herself and act perfectly well-put-together like she wasn't just having a romantic moment with her crush is the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

Their relationship quickly escalates from there. They are just so passionate for each other it's hard not to.

They have been having a relationship for a few months until Henry even dares to show Emma the Society. He begs the Lodgers to be on their best behavior.

Obviously, they aren't.

The lasses immediately welcome Emma with open arms (and tease Henry to high heavens) and the lads make the most ridiculous jokes about Henry in hopes of embarrassing him. Emma finds it incredibly amusing. Henry debates killing all the Lodgers right then and there.

Emma and Rachel quickly become friends and are really close, Rachel ends up being one of her bridesmaids during her and Henry's wedding.

On the topic of wedding, it takes about a year before Henry asks Sir. Carew for permission to marry Emma. Carew replies by giving Henry the biggest bearhug he has ever gotten.

He proposes to Emma during a banquet set up by Sir. Carew. It's an obvious yes. Emma's sisters and her mother are going absolutely batshit crazy about it in the best way possible.

(Henry watches in amusement as Emma later goes up to his sisters and all of them have the most exciting squeal ever).

They schedule the wedding for June the next year, Emma moves in with Henry almost immediately after the engagement. Emma is loved by all of Henry's servants who are happy that someone is finally here to make sure that their master goes tf to sleep.

Henry is the epitome of a loving husbandTM. Like he loves no one as much as he loves Emma. He is so clingy to her and loves to spoil her. He starts growing her favorite flowers in his garden and gives her unique bouquets bought by the finest flower vendors every Sunday. He writes poetry for her and always plays the piano for her whenever she is feeling bad. He constantly showers her in affection and kisses and hugs and can never keep his hands off of her for long. He always helps Emma with her dresses in the mornings and loves to plant kisses on her shoulder.

Similarly, Emma is the wife anyone would want. She constantly supports Henry with everything he is going through and doesn't even bat an eye when she finally finds out about his mental problems (or Hyde). She makes sure he takes care of himself and helps him during the days when he can barely get out of bed. She brushes his hair and tells him about everything they can do together when the day is over and they have time for each other again. She buys Henry a lot of fancy ties and cravats, but both she and Henry have a problem about bringing home strays. They both have such a soft spot for them and it only takes a few months into living together, and suddenly they have three cats, two new dogs, and at least one more church grim.

Henry is so clingy. Like incredibly clingy. Emma is barely allowed to get up and get ready in the mornings, god forbid she dares to try on cold winter mornings when the sun is barely up and Henry just wants to keep her close.

Emma and Henry would be such a power couple. They would be the second most popular couple in all of the British isles, only second to Queen Victoria and King Albert themselves.

Emma and Henry get a daughter a few years into their marriage (biologically or adopted? Ahahah I don't know maybe they found a child on the street and their protective instincts kick in) and they love her more than anything. She follows in her father's footsteps and gets incredibly into alchemy but also has a knack for trouble. Henry blames that on Hyde.

I hope this was good enough for now hehe, I just love Emma and Jekyll so fucking much it's ridiculous <3<3

#ehehehhe <3 #I will try to squeeze in some more of these before i have to go to bed but. I doubt i will have time for more #then i shall go through them tomorrow morning <3 #ask #anon #jemma #jekyll x emma #tgs jekyll x emma #the glass scientists #tgs

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In your opinion which servants gaurd guda the most/are the most overprotective and why?

This is hard to answer because there’s so many. I’m sure I’ll be leaving out people I’d have meant to say, but let me see. Emiya (related to her, a team mom, overprotective in nature), Billy (big on loyalty and loves Rits, proactive perosn), Cú (loyal as well. A dog), Kotarou (he’s literally offered to blow himself up for her before), Siegfried (trusts & loves the MC so much he says he’d forgive being backstabbed by them), Ishtar (Rin is just very Rin. She’s possessive in a positive way, and protects what’s hers), Robin (responsible adult of ‘I can’t shoot him I’m better than that!’ ‘Pft I’m not—pass ME the gun’ alignment), Scheherazade (guilt and worries constantly about survival for hers and hers, really loves MC), Sheba (sees the future and is dedicated to keeping Rits in it), Moriarty (crime father easily the most protective even outclassing Mash), Enkidu (Enkidu doesn’t give a fuck about anything they don’t want to, including what they ‘should’ do, and what they do care about among other things is Rits), Ushiwakamaru (another with a dog personality [affectionate] & devout loyalty), Medea (always thinking, evil but likes Guda so priority is Guda—has shot people for just making her unhappy before), Hans (responsible adult and clearly worries for Rits more than a lot of them), Jack (murder daughter loves her mom), Izo (loyal, violent, and indebted), Jekyl (same as Izo but even more touched by her liking him), Abigail (good girl and has few close friends, ready to choose violence), Florence (she speaks for herself), Dantes (loves like 3 people and Guda is one of them and Dantes is crazy [affectionatw]), Chiron (teacher vibes), Arash (Dedicated and precognitive, looks out for her), Nezha (bae vibes through and through), Anna (indebted and very proactive), Tamamo (babe roasted Kiyohime’s ass in a fireball for being creepy in the summer event when Mash did nothing and has kept that behavior consistent ever since), Taiga (big sister heart), Beaudicia (mom vibes strong, very protective), Sieg (a wildcard but also he just wants friends so I think he would choose violence in any given moment for a friend), Geronimo (legit is like I’d kill for you any time’ & I respect him so much), Meph (slept on character but despite being absolutely batshit, he would 100 break every rule when not expected to and bomb allies to protect Rits if it came to it. He would be like ‘lol fuck the mission’ or ‘so what if I die?’ She’s the only person who ever treats him like not just an insane, untrustable monster, and he cares abt it), Danzo (dedicated and indebted), Cursed Arm (very dedicated and protective and conscientious), Mori (crazy [affectionate] and would and has killed for her. No higher priorities), Jinako (Master solidarity and gal pals), Dracula (annoyed she stuck around but is like ‘well I have gained a child I guess *sigh* in affinity), and Mash (self-explanatory). Maybe also Ibaraki, Marie, or Amadeus? Because Ibaraki would be like “Wait. Mine.” And Marie is not as chill as she thinks. And Amadeus just respects no rules, but thinks more than he looks like he does. There’s others who would rank the same on Devout Protection in the moment if she was threatened and they were there, but aren’t as proactive watching for threats, bc their personality (IE Rama) or because so caught up in other things already (IE Salieri). oH! Da Vinci! Mom would be like “ : ) Die.” *shoots gun* for the kid.

#ask #lucky-foxface #that’s my guess anyway!#Moriarty scores top hands down #fate go

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thewollfgang · 4 years

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for @doctorcastielscamander

Part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Part 4

“So, you’re an angel.” Chloe curls her fingers around the mug in her hands. It’s coffee, though she thinks she might like it to be something else. Something with a much higher alcohol content.

Lucifer pauses in his pacing, back and forth in front of the balcony window. The story had come spilling out in fits and starts, but Chloe thinks she’s got a pretty good picture of it. It explains...so much. So much about Lucifer, about his behavior.

“If you consider it a species and not a political party, yes,” he says. “I am.”

His wings had spanned at least twenty feet before he’s vanished them away. Pearlescent and massive.

“And you used to rule Hell until your dad, who is God, offered you a guardian angel gig. Because you’re the devil.”

“That’s right.” He’s eyeing her nervously. She tries to lower the intensity of her voice, but really, can he blame her? This is batshit crazy, and she wouldn’t believe it if he hadn’t rescued her and flown her to his penthouse himself.

She sets her mug down and presses her fingers to her brow, feeling where an headache is building. “Okay, sure. What I don’t get is why me? Was it just random? Or does everyone get an angel?”

“Not everyone, just people my father deems...special.”

“Special.” The word is flat.

He nods. His eyes are soft in the evening light. “And you are, Detective. Beyond measure.”

Tears abruptly prickle behind her eyes. His tenderness threatens to crack the desperate hold she has on her composure. “Don’t.” Her voice cracks and alarm washes across his face. He takes a step toward her. “Don’t,” she says, more firmly this time and he halts, looking anguished. “You can’t say things like that when- when it was just a job for you- for you to-” Her breath catches short.

A bark of harsh laughter escapes him, startling her. “My job? None of this has been- I’m only supposed to step in if absolutely necessary. You aren’t supposed to even see me. And I was doing my job, watching, unobserved, like a good little boy when that wanker Paolucci-” He cuts himself off. He takes a moment to calm himself. “I couldn’t stand by and watch that. Watch you be ostracized for doing what you believed was right.”

“You didn’t have to become my partner to do that,” she points out angrily. “You didn’t have to stick around.” Unlike Dan, unlike any man in her life. Lucifer had stayed.

“You’re right,” he concedes. “I- I wanted to. I wanted to be your partner. I did it because I desired it.” He lifts his chin, as if he’s expecting condemnation for it.

Her anger halts in its tracks. Oh. Years of no one wanting to partner with her and Lucifer breaks god given rules just to work with her.

He begins pacing once more. “I can justify it as part of the job, if need be. If Dad questions my actions. The devil loves a loophole and ‘protect her from harm, keep her safe’ can be interpreted so many different way, can’t it?” He smiles at her, wide, a showman’s grin.

It’s not a lie, but it might as well be. Chloe knows better. He’s told her as much, although she didn’t understand at the time.

“Is that why you’re still doing it? The job. Because of your dad?”

“No,” he says, his eyes endlessly deep. “No, it’s not.”

So she seeks out the truth. She pushes.

“And the rest of it?” She gets to her feet. “All the time we spent together? The things we shared?”

“That was just me.” He meets her eyes for just a moment, something shy and boyish in his expression before it’s hidden behind cynicism. “Sorry to disappoint.”

She doesn’t understand. If he’s in this as much as she is, if this is real between them- “But why wouldn't you- when I kissed you...”

“Because you didn’t know. What I was. Am. How could I take advantage of that? Ruin what we have just because I-” His mouth twists with disgust directed inward. “You wouldn't have kissed me if you knew,” he says, certain.

Realization clicks like the break in a case. He was still protecting her...from himself. Her heart breaks for him.

“I know now,” she says, “if that was your only objection.”

He scoffs. She touches his elbow and he goes still. “Detective,” he warns.

“I am going to have so many questions for you,” she tells him. “But you have been the best partner I have ever had, Lucifer.” She grips a little harder, makes him look at her. “The best.”

His mask cracks a little, a flicker of despair and desire before it slips away. “But of course.”

She doesn’t let his play of arrogance sidetrack her. “But you are more than just my partner, Lucifer. What we have goes beyond just work. I can let my guard down with you, and I don’t do that with anyone else, because I know I’m safe with you. You have been there for me when no one else was. You mean so much to me.”

“Chloe,” he says, voice tight. “I am the devil.” As if it bears repeating.

“I know,” she says, unafraid. Her fingers touch his cheek. “My guardian devil.” She lifts up on her toes and kisses him. It’s just as nice as before, better even.

This time he doesn’t pull away.

#guardian devil au #guardian angel au #my fic #lucifer fic #lucifer fanfiction #deckerstar #chloe x lucifer #here ya go #ending on a smooch: a wollfgang classic

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dindjarindiaries · 4 years

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Bittersweet - Chapter 3: Flirting With the Enemy

summary: As Marcus pursues Lisbon, you try to think of a way to prevent his heartbreak, and even consider teaming up with an unlikely ally.

warnings: angst, guns, food, i don’t remember all the details of this episode and i didn’t want to rewatch it so i tried my best okay

rating: T

word count: 3.896k

previous part ⟸ masterlist ⟹ next part

chapter 3: flirting with the enemy

Your morning routine is filled with nothing but strings of curses and wild rushing, feeling relieved that you at least don’t have to dress up as per usual—or at least, that’s the text you woke up to from Marcus. Probably because it’s a day you’re not supposed to be working. But, according to the homicide team, you’ll finally be getting your thieves, and somehow proving the murder in the process. That’s still the last thing on your mind as you realize that, thanks to your late-night grieving session with Andy, you woke up much later than you wanted to.

You don’t even get to eat breakfast—again—as you arrive to work, praying that the elevator moves faster somehow as you ascend up to your floor. You practically toss your stuff onto your chair when you get to your desk, leaning your hands on top of it and taking a deep breath before you turn around to find your partner.

Yet, he’s already found you, extending both a cup of coffee and a granola bar out to you as he raises an eyebrow. “Tough morning, Sunny?” Marcus asks, chuckling a bit when you eagerly accept both things from him.

“Yeah,” you agree with a huff, breaking into the granola bar with relief, “I guess you could say that.”

Marcus shakes his head and he’s about to say something, but your focus has gone haywire because your tired brain can only think about how the hell he looks so handsome today when he’s only wearing a casual t-shirt, jacket, and jeans instead of his usual suit. You practically rip off a piece of the granola bar in frustration—whether it’s towards him or yourself, you don’t know. Marcus continues with whatever he was about to say as he furrows his brow. “That’s two days in a row, partner. Is everything okay?”

Your exhausted and exasperated mind is so close to telling him the truth, to confessing that you’ve been in love with him for longer than you can keep track of and the idea of him pursuing a woman that’s in love with another man makes you want to go absolutely batshit crazy, but you swallow the words back with the bite of your granola bar as you manage a smile. “I’m fine, Pike. Thanks for the concern, though. Let’s just say it’s… personal.”

Marcus purses his lips and nods knowingly. “Ah. It’s Andy-related? You’re sworn to secrecy?”

You shrug. He’s given you the perfect lie to run with. “You know how it is.”

Marcus smiles and lightly punches your shoulder. “What a good friend, always giving advice at the expense of your own sanity and sleep—myself included.”

You try not to let your smile falter, but damn. Being put in that friendzone is just the cherry on top of this crazy morning. “Yep. You know me.�� You force an awkward chuckle with the words. You hope Marcus can accost your strange behavior to your lack of sleep.

He takes a deep breath, gesturing with his head out towards the place where Wiley works at the computer. “Well, Sunny, I hope the coffee helps, because we’ve got quite the stunt to pull today.”

You raise an eyebrow as you finish off the granola bar and toss the wrapper inside your garbage can, reaching for your coffee and starting to follow Marcus to Wiley’s desk. “What do you mean? I thought we were just catching them.”

“Oh, we are.” Marcus lowers his voice as he goes on, making sure only you can hear him. “But, I guess Jane’s got some elaborate plan to lead us to his lair and prove he killed that man. I don’t know.”

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your coffee. “Of course.” You keep your voice hushed just like Marcus did as you continue. “They obviously don’t know how we keep things short and to the point in the art theft department.”

Marcus chuckles. “Whatever works for them, I guess.”

“Well, whatever you pick up from this—,” you gesture with your arms to the homicide team’s space you’re now entering, “—please don’t bring it to our cases. It’s way too complicated.”

“Alright, Sunny. I won’t.”

You give Marcus a grateful smile that he returns, making you pray that you don’t get weak in the knees as you arrive behind Wiley’s desk. He fills you in on the progress so far this morning, trying to explain at least part of Jane’s wild plan and how you both fit into it. He’s got footage of the two of them pulled up on his computer and you have to restrain yourself from bristling at the way Marcus looks at Lisbon. This is still your job, and a dangerous one at that, and you can’t afford to be distracted all the time by your love life—or, lack thereof.

As if the morning wasn’t already crazy enough, you soon find yourselves en route to the house Jane and Lisbon have been in, your handgun in tow as Marcus drives the both of you there.

“So, why are they sending two art theft officers after a murderer?” you ask Marcus, causing him to snicker with a shrug as he makes a turn.

“I stopped asking questions,” he confesses, looking over at you with amusement. “But as far as I know, we’re just supposed to detain the thief from last night.”

You scrunch up your nose. “The one who hit on Fischer?” Marcus nods, and you make a noise of disgust. “Perfect.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him do anything to you, Sunny,” Marcus assures you sweetly—just as he always does. He’s so kind to a fault and it never fails to make you smile, though you know the danger of that. You know how people like to take advantage of it. You know that you’re watching it happen before your very eyes with Lisbon, even if she’s not conscious of how she’s doing it. “The rest of the team’s going after the leader.”

“They can have whatever action they want. I just want our art and our thieves.”

Marcus hums in agreement, but you watch his eyes widen as he pulls up to the house. “Shit, they’re already here,” Marcus mutters, gesturing to the white van that’s parked just beside the house.

Adrenaline rushes through you as you tighten your hold on your gun. You and Marcus share a look as you reach for your door handle. “I don’t like this, Pike.”

Marcus grimaces as he looks at the house. “I’m sure it’s fine.” He’s worried more than usual—and you know why. He knows who’s in that house and so do you. You wonder if he’d be just as worried if you were the one who was in there.

The car full of the rest of the homicide team pulls up next to you, and both you and Marcus step out of the car once they do. You look to each other before following them inside, both your hands bracing themselves on your gun as you enter. One of the thieves is already there holding Lisbon at gunpoint, but she quickly gets the upper hand on him by reaching for her own gun, and he turns around to realize he’s been compromised.

“Where’s the other guy?” you whisper to Marcus, still holding tight to your gun with both hands. “The one we talked about earlier.”

He gestures with his head towards the tall, spiraling staircase. “My guess is upstairs. We’ll probably be the ones to greet and trap him down here.”

You nod, getting a better grip on your weapon as you wait behind one of the pristine white walls with the others to keep yourself hidden from view. Marcus’ focus in the moment seems to be entirely on the task at hand, which means yours is, too. Your heart races in your chest as you wait for the sound of footsteps on the stairs, your arm nearly brushing against Marcus’ as you lean against the wall.

When the sound comes, you’re quick to jump out with Marcus, aiming your weapons and managing to keep your adrenaline-fueled trembling to a minimum. You and Marcus share yet another look as the thief seems to give in, offering up the bag he’s carrying and letting himself be cuffed. You tuck your gun into your pants as the threats seem to dwindle, looking to Marcus to see him also looking at you.

“Now what?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“I think they’ve got it from here,” Marcus tells you. “We just have to rendezvous back at headquarters and interrogate these guys.” He gestures to the two men who are already cuffed.

“Are we supposed to transport them?”

Marcus twists his lips. “I hope not. I don’t want them in the back of my car.”

You chuckle and shake your head at the craziness of it all. The art theft department’s never been one to be sporadic on the scene of a sting, so running around with the homicide department who’s more complicated in their work makes things much different than you’re used to.

Eventually, everyone ends up back at headquarters, and after a round of interrogations and a feast of pizza, everyone begins to settle in the break room. You’re beside Marcus and you can’t help noticing—as usual—that he keeps looking over in Lisbon’s direction, who’s sitting at a table by herself. You’re trying to absorb yourself in this piece of pizza to block it out, but as soon as he speaks, you realize it’s unavoidable.

“I think I’m gonna go talk to her,” Marcus whispers to you, and you look over at him as you swallow a bite of pizza to see his dark eyes glittering nervously at you.

No, you want to exclaim to him, don’t break your heart again! Can’t you tell she’s in love with someone else? Can’t you realize I’m standing right here? Instead, you give him a reassuring nod. “Go for it, Pike!” you whisper-shout, surprised with how well you’re able to fake your enthusiasm as you take another bite of pizza. “Now’s a better time than ever.”

Marcus exhales deeply, nodding as he looks back in her direction. “You’re right. I can do this.”

You pat his shoulder with your hand that’s not supporting your paper plate. “You can do this.” Even if I can’t.

Marcus starts to walk off in that direction, but he stops himself, turning back to you to place a hand upon your shoulder. “Thank you, Sunny,” he murmurs genuinely. “No matter what happens.”

You smile wide at him, hoping he doesn’t hear the crackling of your heart as it begins to fall apart in your chest. “You’re welcome, Marcus—no matter what happens. I’ll always be here.”

Marcus smiles at that, giving your shoulder a pat before he keeps walking off towards Lisbon. You look at the scene with longing, the pieces of your broken heart sinking into your stomach like rocks as you watch it all happen. Of course, he’d taken your last few words in the context of a friend, even though you’d meant so much more. How could he know that? Marcus may be damn good at his job, but he can also be so clueless—and you just hope it won’t lead him to getting his heart broken once again.

You’re not creepy enough to listen in to their conversation, but it must be going well, because you see them laugh together a few times and soon, they’re making a move to get up and leave. Marcus lets her go first, and before he leaves, he turns to look at you and give you an excited thumbs up. You return it, hoping that your own smile is still convincing as he leaves with her. You finish off your pizza with a vicious tug of a piece of crust, throwing the plate into the trash can with a little more vigor than you should.

As soon as you leave the break room, you see Jane held up with Marcus and Lisbon, who seem to be having a rather awkward exchange before Marcus and Lisbon continue towards the elevator. You can see the way Jane takes a deep breath, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly in the same way yours probably did upon watching Marcus leave. Then, his eyes meet yours, and you can see the same thing you feel reflected in him.

You don’t know what possesses you, but you make your way over to him, raising an eyebrow. “Looks like you could use some coffee,” you tell him, swinging your car keys in your fingers as you speak. He raises his brow back at you. “There’s a twenty-four hour café down the street if you want some.”

Jane hums in interest, and you try to read him for something more—but you can’t. You figure he must be the most terrifying person to be interrogated by. When he speaks, his voice is as calculated as ever. “Interesting. I could’ve sworn you didn’t like me.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you tighten your hold on your keys. “I’m not asking you on a date, Jane. I’m just trying to be nice.”

Jane narrows his eyes at you and you don’t like the feeling of being read so easily. Whatever mind game he’s trying to play, you won’t give in. “Hmm. Alright. I’ll meet you there. What’s it called?”

You give him the name, and he nods to confirm it as you head to your car. Before you take off, you pull out your phone, chewing on your lower lip nervously as you write out a text to Andy.

me: andy... i think i’m about to do something very, very bad… 🥴

You send it and lock your phone again, heading to the street and thankfully getting a spot on the street just in front of the café, thanks to the later hours of the night. You see that you’ve gotten a response already when you pick your phone back up.

andy💞: ma’am! what are you doing? whatever it is, stop it and call me. right now.

You sigh as you look up and see Jane pulling in right in front of you.

me: too late. i’ll call you later.

You pocket your phone and get out of your car, leading the way for you and Jane inside as you order—paying for Jane’s coffee as you’d said before—and sitting down at a table far away from the windows, just in case someone from work happened to walk or drive by. There’s only a few other people in the café, causing you to keep your voice lower than usual as you speak.

“So, I, uh—,” you attempt to begin.

“You’re in love with Pike.” Jane’s words are short, sweet, and to-the-point, causing you to choke on air as you sputter for something to say. Jane simply chuckles and takes a sip of his drink before continuing. “I know. I ‘read minds.’ Remember?”

“Okay. Whatever.” You take a quick sip of your coffee to try to prove that you’re not as flourished as you actually are. “You’re in love with Lisbon.” Jane shrugs, and you scoff as you lean forward on your elbows. “Oh, please. Don’t try to deny it. I mean, can’t you tell that she feels the same way?”

Jane shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“‘It doesn’t matter?’” You huff as you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms aggressively. “So, it doesn’t matter that you know you both have requited feelings for each other, and you’re not doing anything about it? You’re letting her go off with some guy she doesn’t even have true feelings for?”

“She does have feelings for him.” Jane takes a thoughtful sip of his drink, and the way he’s staying so calm right now is infuriating to you. “Even if she loves me. It’s possible to be torn between two men, you know.”

“Yeah, but tonight is their first date. If you just told her your feelings now, she’d stop this altogether.”

Jane remains silent for a moment, sipping and tapping his finger against his cardboard cup. You have to try yet again not to roll your eyes as you sit there, waiting for him to say something. When he speaks, he leans forward on the table, looking at you with a raised brow. “It seems to me that you’re only doing this to have Pike for yourself.”

“No. I’m doing this because, by you staying silent on all of this, you’re setting an innocent man up for failure and heartbreak when she realizes further down the road that you’re the one she wants.”

“You mean, the same heartbreak you’re feeling right now?”

You lean forward as you’d done before, failing to hide your frustration as you widen your eyes at him. “This isn’t about me. This is about you hurting someone else just because you won’t open your damn mouth.”

Jane smiles—yes, the bastard smiles—at your words. “Really? Because it seems like both of us would be at fault here, should that be the case.” You raise an eyebrow, but before you can question him further, he goes on. “I’m not the only one holding back secrets, Agent. Why don’t you tell Pike how you feel?”

You finally give in to the act of rolling your eyes as you draw a sip from your drink. “Because, Jane, I told you. This isn’t about me. Me telling him about my feelings won’t do anything because he doesn’t feel the same way. He’ll still stay with Lisbon and get his heart broken.”

Jane narrows his eyes at you. “Are you so sure he doesn’t feel the same way?”

You think back on the embarrassingly obvious friendzoning from earlier today. “Yes. I am.”

Jane shrugs. “I don’t know. He looked at you an awful lot today.”

You hate the flicker of hope his words give you, knowing he’s just looking for excuses to get you to stop putting him in such a tight spot. “That’s not the point.” You take a deep breath and recenter yourself, both your hands slipping around your cup as you look at him. “Listen, I’m not asking you to confess your long-time feelings to Lisbon right now. I guess I’m just…” you trail off, trying to think of how to say it.

“Proposing that we scheme together until one of us confesses?” Jane finishes for you, and surprisingly, it’s rather close to what you’re thinking.

“Sure. Put it that way.” You reach into your pocket for your phone as you sigh lightly. “I’ll need your phone number just so we can talk about this.”

Jane chuckles with obvious amusement. “Buying me coffee and asking for my number? And I thought you said this wasn’t a date.”

“It’s not.” Your response is quick and curt, void of all amusement—though Jane’s eyes still twinkle with that emotion. You hand him a blank contact. “For business purposes only.”

“For business… purposes… only.” Jane repeats the words as he types out his information in your phone, smiling almost smugly as he hands it back to you. He then rises from his chair and extends a hand towards you. “Pleasure doing business with you, Agent.”

You accept his hand in a shake as you grimace slightly. “This is highly confidential, Jane. I mean it.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let Pike know you’re inserting yourself into his love life.” Jane nods before he leaves the café, and you sigh as you sit back down and open Andy’s contact, instantly calling her as you prop your phone up with your hand.

“Bitch!” Andy greets you with an incredulous exclamation. “What the hell are you up to? Where are you?”

“Hello to you too, Andy,” you scoff, looking around to make sure no one heard your best friend speak like a sailor. “I’m at the café down the street from work.”

Andy raises an eyebrow at you. “Alone?”

“Now I am, yeah.” You’re too ashamed to admit who you’d been with before.

Her dark eyes narrow at you. “Girl… who were you with?”

You look down at your cup for the moment, which suddenly seems very interesting as you squeak out your answer. “Remember the guy who Lisbon’s in love with? Well, I—.”

“You did not.” Andy leans closer to her camera as she looks at you with disbelief. “Please tell me you’re not scheming with that guy.”

“Listen, we’re not…” you trail off, sighing as you remember exactly what you both shook on. “Okay, maybe we are. Maybe.”

“Ma’am!” Andy groans and falls back in her seat. “What the hell are you doing? What happened to seeing what happened and letting Marcus be happy?”

“He’s taking her on a date tonight!” you try to defend yourself. “I just—I can’t watch this happen in front of my eyes, Andy! He’s gonna get hurt again!”

“And he’s gonna get hurt even more when he finds out you’re meddling in his love life!”

You groan with frustration as you realize she’s right. You slap a hand to your forehead and drag it down your face. “Look, we’re not gonna do anything crazy. I’m just trying to convince Jane to confess his feelings to Lisbon so we can avoid Marcus’ heartbreak in the first place.”

Andy tuts and shakes her head. “I don’t think this is a good idea, girl.”

You feel a pit in your stomach, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. “I know. But… I just, I can’t sit by idly and let him get hurt again, Andy. I have to at least try to help him.”

Andy sighs and raises an eyebrow at you. “I understand, Miss Thing. You have a big heart and right now it’s bleeding for Marcus.” You nod to agree with that. “But, girl, he cannot find out you’re doing this.”

“I know.” You can’t imagine what it would be like if Marcus realized you were doing something like this. Any potential to have a friendship with him in the future would be gone—and a relationship would be completely out of the question. “We’re keeping it confidential.”

“You better.” Andy still releases another breath, one of her hands toying with her jet black hair as she stares at you. “Be careful. I’m serious. You’re dealing with a lot of people’s hearts, here.”

“I will,” you assure her, smiling bittersweetly as you give her a nod. “I promise.”

“Alright. Keep me updated, girl.”

“As always.”

Andy smiles at that. “Love ya’.”

“Love you too, Andy. Bye.”

With that, you hang up, heaving out a sigh as you hold your head in your hands. You know you’re going in way too deep, now, but it’s too late to turn back. All you can hope for is that you can save both your and Marcus’ hearts in the process and not ruin something you haven’t even gotten to start yet.

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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I'm a ticking time bomb from finding out why you brought me back so many times to play your little iffy game. And I'm tired of arousal from our pain. Being triggered at work when I get a message of your arrival for attention and your departure for an imbecile.

You are the reason. You taught me that pain is pleasurable.

Pain is orgasmic and that it changes you. We can't avoid it.

I was always running from pain, drowning in my emotions in weed and alcohol and having to pick it up later so the boss or my family couldn't see that I was wearing a mask too.

I pretend to be happy so they'll be. So you'll be.

I would have died I'd I held onto that mask for you. I'm so I cut it off and surprised you. Because I was indeed enraged. I would have killed myself to take it off.

Because instead I chose to leave and let it fade by itself. Because I refuse to suffer anymore for you.

I'm over here at work, horny and moaning because that hard ass concrete we got feels like the floor is lava. And I wanna kick your ass and just laugh.

"Like wow if that crazy bitch didn't teach me bdsm, I would have just quit 2nd day or 1st day and had no way to move out and get a car"

I thought about you all 1st 2 weeks cause of how horrifibly real it was to work 12hr shifts, 3days in a row that feels like it's all In one, cause you only get periodic 3-4hr naps, maybe even 2 cause by Saturday yo ass is ready to cum all over that fucking slaveship, from all the fucking pent up frustration and raging at your feet, the hot ass hawks, the empty lanes with maybe 30min or an hour of just walking around and no package. Fighting yourself so you don't fall asleep and absolutely stop romanticizing a person from the past who hurt you and to not criticize them anymore in your head so you can just get through today, tomorrow and the next. Just keep letting it go.

I had to stop being mad at you because of the way this job is. If I didn't, I'd probably would have just fought with my team leader who sorta resembles you with the backwards cap. And now he has this undercut and yea....I'm sexually frustrated for 36+hrs and I can't fuck anybody there, touch anybody, kiss anyone until I find a loyal partner who isn't batshit crazy like you were. Sorry just being real.

But I'm also glad I'm learning self control even when I'm ready to box this bitchs face in from HR who clearly doesn't give a fuck about fixing problems we come to ask her about and just dismisses you to leave with the stress that you just came to her about. Cause who the fuck wants to be worried about anything after midnight! For the last 7hrs, sleep deprivation makes me starve for attention, sex, toys, video games, food, candy...ANYTHING DRAMA INCLUDED TO WASTE MOST OF MY TIME INSTEAD OF WALKING AROUND STILL ON SOME FUCKED FLOOR WITH SOME FUCKED UP ALMOST $80 SHOES FOR OVER AN HOUR TILL YO TOES KEEP CRACKING PERIODICALLY AND YOUR EYES 90% CLOSED FROM THAT FUCKING WAKE UP CALL YOU GET.

Memorizing the fucking tune of your bed alarm.

Dang, Dong, Ding, Ding, Ding.

dAnG, DONG, dingLY, Ding.

And the adhd or ADD ensues re-memorizing every convo in songs or stuff I said to somebody else.

This is worse than quarantine yall, but not as bad as watching my grandmother pass.

But I do still get those hallucinations every so often as I try to get some sleep, accidentally falling asleep on the toilet and then watching your cloth mask that your ex gave you get flushed down the toilet so you feel like shit, and bitter because you always wore that mask.

It's alot of letting go at this place. And I'm scared to say I'm liking the behavioral techniques and technology that I'm learning to find out about behind the scenes 😅

I'm still chewing on what's the reason God brought me here instead of working at an office job from 9am to 5pm.

But he never l left me. Even when I singing songs about twerking that ass at work and a Jesus song came up. I knew I needed somebody or just a need of prayer to help me stay awake so I can finish this shift.

I miss sleep so much, I went to bed as soon as I got home in the morning and didn't wake up till now. Sounding like an old lady with short tempur and ptsd from warehouse noises training me to look up before you walk and I'm just sitting in here, just laying in my bed.

I need some counseling, no joke. Cause I even punched the wall in the bathrooms because I was so pissed off at that lady and at anybody that gave me attitude like momma used to do when I was tryna help but she thought I didn't know any better.

It sure did hurt, that whatever is happening or already happened to me was affecting my performance at work to where I don't even think I'm doing that great of a job because I haven't seen much results even though packages are slow and I'm worried my numbers may be too low or too slow. But there's already alot of us hogging up the lanes, I get so selfish sometimes that I have to take a step back.

Yes, I would like a fullll aass lane of boxes to waste my time on, rather than wait on other people to let me scan and put away something.

Cause if I'm not busy, I'm not distracted enough to even focus, and then I'm just walking around cause I wanna leave and there's nothing left to do.

Like I wish I could sit down, watch TV, and eat my food without my tummy hurting. Cause even now, my stomach can't take nothing on the 3rd night because I got acid reflux. So then I can't even drink an energy drink or coffee without going crazy for like 2hrs, happy as can be to feel alive.....then I burn out or start feeling diarrhea 3hrs later....its annoying as hell.

And I think the solution is sleep and to fast. But I think I just miss working in the daylight and the sun being out.

I feel like even as I wait on the bus for 45min at a time, in the cold, I'm like freezing my teeth out and I don't wanna talk or sit by nobody.

If I'm stressed I watch something on my phone to help me feel better, like an old cartoon or a hot ass music video of Kehlani. Smoke some cbd and light that bitch up till I feel numb.

Cause I hate feelings repeated on the floor. And rn my pain says avoid all cis gendered men who keep looking at me like I'm food or just one of the boys. Like I'm just hurt and don't wanna date no man.

Unless they're an ftm with slanted eyes, a cute cat like nose and small lips, and rounded eye smile, and round soft white cheeks. Jay was pale like dough and I miss that pretty little face. That girly, long eyelashes, and small beaded eyes, that could make you starve just by slanting them at you, making you want them more and then them teasing you about it.

This could be why I'm a bit distracted at work now, talking to my potential roommate made me feel better at work and I started to feel a crush grow, so I backed off and didn't text them yesterday because they do have a girlfriend and she's in Alaska for the meantime, and I just knowwwwwww this is God testing me to do the right thing no matter how excited they are to see me, we are broooooossssss I had to tell myself and my vagina clit that acts like a dick to CALLLMMM THEEE FUCCCKKKKK DOOOWWWNNN HOEEEE. YOU JUST THIRSTY FOR SOME ROMANTIC ATTENTION AND FLIRTING AND SEX AND YOU WANNA FINALLY MAKE LOVE WITH SOMEONE AND GET SPANKED REAL HARD.

NOOOOOO DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.

AND NOOOOO THIS IS NOT JAY, THEY WONT CHEAT ON THEIR GF WITH YOU AND THEN GO BACK TO BEING PLATONIC. OVER AND OVER AGAIN....NOOOOOO

STOPPPPPP

So I did the right thing and snapped out of it once I realized that I just miss Jay. And that yes, my roommate would be a great friend to have. No matter how attractive they are. We do have alot in common and it would be ok for us to be just friends. I wouldn't lose anything by just staying platonic. I don't need to compete for attention from another version of Ayunna. We're just living roommates who are gonna be just fine as bros.

Lesson learned, don't talk to someone or sleep with someone or flirt with someone who is in a relationship.

It saves you the pain of letting them go later and getting heart broken because Jay didn't pick you. He was always in love and never wanted to leave Ayunna for you, so yea. I shouldn't expect my roommate to do that cause why would you want someone to put you as a side chick or just a friend that they have sex with when you know that it hurt you to not be kissed or caressed or hugged like the way Jay did with her, and not you.

I would be repeating and replacing an old roller Coaster that I got addicted to, and took over a year to get off. Chasing for attention, getting chased back every blue moon or every so often, then denied, played, and rejected then gasligted to behave and just be patient for when they say so. It's not right and it's not fair to you to lose to a girl who looks so much worser than you and treats their partner with less respect than you would.

So stop trying to win Jay through your roommate and let them figure out their own relationship.

(No matter how crazy it sounds. This person has to be in love with their gf because who would wait over a year to be with this person and the only chance they got to be with her is now, but only because she just got out of a toxic marriage of just one year and the divorce hasn't even been finalized yet. She said she even thinks she hates cis gendered men after this guy, but I know that feeling. She absolutely hates anyone who reminds her of him, just like how I felt about jay when I said I would never date a trans again.)

I know exactly what both of them are feeling. Pain from a past relationship and dealing with her grandmother who is sick. Getting into a rebound relationship to help you cope and get over what just happened and letting go of love if she hasn't already.

And then my soon to be roommate, sounds like they got exactly what they asked God for....to be in a relationship with someone else they were already friends with and always saw a future together with then but had to fight their feelings off or hide them away, as they grew and grew and grew so big because distance makes the heart fawn with someone with emotional abuse in the family. You finally feel love and attention. And the only way to stop a crush like that from growing and be free is to pop that bag of butterflies and to just kill them all, every single butterfly, everything you ever felt, dreamed, or thought was gonna happen.....or just date them.

But now you're the attention seeking, love bombing whore who was so excited you even got a chance to be with this person and they're not as excited as you....

Cause hello, she just got out of a DIVORCE not just a relationship WITH SOMEONE WHO SHE THOUGHT KIDS WERE GONNA BE COMING SOON OR BOUGHT A HOUSE WITH but then again who marries someone who they wasn't sure if they liked their gender or not??

Like wow, it's starting to make me see that she always did wanted to give my roommate/bro a chance as an escape from an emotionally abusive partner who I know she's gonna miss. Because I do too, still miss Jay even though they hurt me more than once, but several times they broke me down to tears.

So yea, I understand completely on both sides and L, my roommate might actually be with the one their soul wants to marry. Cause they got the lucky chance card. And I didn't because I chose the wrong person to fall in love with.

I hope I meet somebody else soon who's available but tinder and okc making it seem like this is the worst time to be Dating people. There's not many trustworthy options to pick from and I absolutely can't date someone who is on the same shift and area as me. Unless she or he or they were in a different area and met up on our off days.

I'm sure I'll get it right this time and just stop getting too close to people who I know I could form a crush on but I know they're already with someone else or just a casual hookup/dater.

I don't need my heart broken again this year, so if I sound like Miley Cyrus after being broken up with, even though we're the ones who broke up with you. We had a reason to. And it was because clearly you weren't perfect enough to receive love and give love back that we thought you owed us because we invested so much time, love, care and support into your life, but we wasn't given the same human compatibility.....because yea you clearly was in love with somebody else. So you treated us like shit 🖐

But yea, why be so mad at me for breaking up with you because I figured out why I was here and now your two faced, hearted ass can't even give me my fucking msu hoodie back, Tatyana. Yea, hid the fact you had a huge asd crush on your best friend/mommy figure and told me you started Dating her even though she just got married and this was after I broke up with you. Like I'm bitch I'm not stupid and I'm not driving 40min to get my shit, when I actually was grown up and responsible enough to send you your shit and pay $10 to ups for it to come to your nasty ass house.

Terrell, the whore who sent me his baby catalog without even taking the time to say hello or friend me back on Facebook. Yea I unfriended him and he sent the link on fb, like you're a horrible dad and relationship partner. Probably psychotic from all the shrooms he's took and is a sex proned masochist still in love with his ex, who was mean and non binary. And he was crying over her on snapchat when I left, not even crying over me when I broke up with him for having another girl move in with him that was gonna sleep in his bedroom and shit. Nasty fuvk, said he was gonna kick her out every time I would come over just because we were 30min away. He's still a piece of trash not worth mentioning.

And yea everything on this journal has already been revealed about Jay. Probably should make some money off the heartbreak this bitch caused and just write an entire novel.

Lmaooo, I swear if L has dog fur all over the house like Tatyana did, I'm not joining our roommate agreement because that shit was gross and terrifying to even get in my mouth while I was doing oral on her because even her own bed was covered in it and she never seemed to wash her clothes, iron them, or just wash her sheets. Or how about this ACTUALLY USE FUCKING SOAP TO WASH DISHES IN CAUSE YALL NASTY ASS GRANPA WAS WASHING HIS HAIR IN THE SINK AND YALL USED THE EXACT SAME FUCKING SHAMPOO TO WASH YALL DISHES IN INSTEAD OF BEING RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH TO BUY YOUR OWN FUVKING SOAP.

AND YES THIS ANGER IS FROM GRIEF AND SUPPRESSING EMPTIONS FOR PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T DESERVE MY FUCKING KINDNESS AND STRESS HIVES ON MY BACK AND MY CHEST CAUSE LETS BE REAL I GET DRUNK OFF OF ANGSTU SHIT AND NOW IM JUST YELLING TO YELL TO INCREASE MY DOMINANCE OVER PAIN ITSELF.

YELLL ALL YOUR FREAKING EPISODEA ARE OVER AND GO SEE A FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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The Second Time Around: Part 1

A/n: RPF fic. Request fic. A big thank you to @xjjlex for the pre-read!

Pairings: Elon Musk x Reader

Summary: Everyone makes mistakes (even geniuses)

Words: 3, 865

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Hungover...you felt like death! Death was putting your feelings lightly. You couldn’t even open your eyes for the moment. Puking was the last thing that you wanted to do! Your mind fluttered back to the evening before. Through your hungover state, you tried to think of exactly what happened. You had gone out drinking with a few friends. After a few hits of Jack Daniel everything went fuzzy leading you to your current position.

You slid your hand onto the bedside table in search of the Advil bottle that was kept beside the lamp. When you felt absolutely nothing, you frowned. Where the hell was the Advil bottle? You literally never changed a thing about your room. Now all of a sudden one of the staples of your existence was missing! You opened her eyes and was immediately shocked. Oh boy, you knew where you were at! You knew this bedroom all too well!

What the hell were you doing in Elon’s bedroom? After the less than cordial breakup six months ago, you hadn’t heard from the man. Now here you were laying in his bed...alone.

You snorted at the thought of well the alone part isn’t too unusual. If Elon stayed in bed with you the whole night to begin with that was rarity in itself.

“Stop it, Y/n!”

You mentally chidded yourself. The last thing that you needed to be doing was thinking about your failed relationship. You needed to have your head in the game!

“Oh no….what did I do?”

You muttered as you looked under the cover. Thankfully, you were still dressed in your dark red bra and panty set.

“Okay...maybe we didn’t do that.”

You muttered again before putting a hand on your forehead. As much as you wanted to have sex with you ex lover again, you were smart enough to know that it was a bad idea all around! After Elon left you for his crazy ass ex, you were crushed. Crushed was putting things lightly! You had been under the impression that you were living in a fairy tale. Elon had literally treated you like a princess then all of a sudden you weren’t good enough.

Princes do not abandon their princesses….

You had, for lack of a better term, put everything on hold for the relationship. Instead of showing off your talents as Eric Clapton and Pattie Boyd’s daughter,you were on Elon’s arm at different SpaceX or Tesla events.

In your mind everything was perfect! You were the happiest that you had ever been! For once in your life, you had some faith in love. The night the break up happened, you were devastated!

“Oh, don’t go down that road!”

You muttered to yourself; not wanting to think about the break up. Like nightmares do, the memory seemed to slam right back in your mind…

“It was a normal Tuesday night. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Elon had been on a business trip for the past week. You expected him back the next afternoon. For the past day and a half you had been spending time with your best friend Jeffree. He had been complaining non-stop about you neglecting him.

You were sitting on Jeffree’s couch when the doorbell rang. Jeffree had gone out to get some food so you had no idea who would be at the door. Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it. You were shocked to see Elon on the other side. Without much thought, you wrapped your arms around him. You should have known that something was up the moment that he didn’t hug you back.

“What are you doing back so early?”

You asked, happily. Elon shrugged.

“I got everything done early. I should have known that you would be here with him.”

You frowned.

“Jeffree? Love, you know that he’s gay. You don’t have anything to worry about from Jeffree. Besides, I texted you the day before yesterday and told you that I would be here.”

Elon rolled his eyes and didn’t move from his place by the door. This behavior was weird. In the months that the two of you had been together he never had a problem with Jeffree.

“That’s why I am here and we aren’t at my house.”

You sighed

“Well, we can go to your house if it's a problem? I am guessing your trip didn’t go well?”

Elon was silent for a moment. He was clearly choosing his words. You waited wondering what in the fresh hell was going on?

“Y/n, I need to talk to you. While I was gone...I did some thinking. This….us...it isn’t working out for me. I think that I want to go back to…”

“Don’t say her name.”

You hissed. This was the last thing that you expected and now you were crushed!

“I won’t but I am going back to her. You’re a great girl, Y/n. I really do care for you but we are too different. You’ll make some man very happy.”

You stood like a frozen statue staring at Elon like you were surveying a bug. His eyes were watching your every move carefully.

“Y/n?”

He said your name softly. You shook your head as if trying to shake the conversation from your head.

“You are really leaving me to go back to her? You are throwing away someone who gets you for someone who wanted to drive you batshit insane? I don’t get it. Is it because of the age difference or something?”

Elon shrugged again.

“Well…”

You held a hand up.

“Just go.”

Elon didn’t wait to be told twice. He turned and walked from the house without another word.

After the break up, you had turned into a shut in cat lady. All of your friends were worried about your sanity until you threw yourself back into the music game and started producing music again. Half of your friends thought that you were going to stick a fork in a toaster or something. When you went back to working again, they at least thought you were going to make it.

After reliving the past six months of your life, you slowly sat up and looked around the room. Nothing had changed in the past six months. You didn’t expect it to anyway. Elon didn’t like to make changes if he didn’t have to.

You debated just sneaking out and not facing Elon. That would be easy enough. His house was big enough where you could stage a James Bond style exit but you would have to face him later. There was also a possibility of sneaking out of the window but the prospect of an ER visit for a broken bone didn’t sound too appealing either.

You noticed that your silk robe, from when the two lived together, was sitting on the bureau by the door along with a bottle of water and three Advil tablets. You lightly chuckled seeing the note beside the medicine

“Take these. Your head will seem smaller.”

You downed the pills and slid on the robe. It was time to face the music.

Walking down the stairs, you couldn’t help but wonder why in the world Elon still had some of your things lying around? If he had gotten back with his ex, wouldn't she have a problem seeing reminders of his love affair with you?

Shrugging off your questions, you stopped outside of Elon’s office door. You sighed. This was the last thing that you wanted to be doing at the moment. If you had to face Elon, you would have preferred it to be in a way other than this.

“Time to face the music.”

You thought before taking a breath and stepping into his office. Elon didn’t look up immediately when you walked in. He sat less than 15 feet away with his attention clearly focused on his laptop.

“I know you’re there.”

He said, finally looking up. You walked across the room to close the blinds so the sun wouldn’t burn your eyes out.

“Good morning.”

He said a little more cheerfully than normal. You nodded.

“Hey...so how did I end up here and what exactly did we do?”

Elon smirked. He wasn’t for sure why he was so surprised by your blunt straight to business attitude. That was what he liked most about you. You didn’t hold stuff back or try to baffle him with bullshit.

“If you are talking about sex, that didn’t happen. Even though you were begging me shamelessly to have my way with you. Before that happened, I heard that you were in town and was hoping to talk to you. However, when I did you were totally bombed. I wasn’t about to leave you at that bar with no one but your friend Jeffree to keep you safe. How long have you been back in California?”

You muttered “eh” under your breath. Did you want to have sex with Elon again...hell yeah but in the right mind you would have never begged him for it. Were you that easy of a drunk? Knowing that little bit of information made your cheeks flush.

“That’s lovely! I’ve been back off and on for the past two months. When I’m here I am staying with Jeffree right now until I find a place that I like.”

Elon nodded. He wasn’t crazy about your friendship with Jeffree.. The dude was a barrel of crazy! He figured that, of all people, you would be staying with him. Did he worry about Jeffree making a move on you, no. Jeffree had been in a relationship with another man for over 2 years. He wasn’t going to throw that away. It didn’t matter if you were a rock star's daughter or not. That little detail wasn’t about to make him stop preferring men over women.

“I see. When did you start drinking?”

Elon asked. You sighed. This was one of those questions that you knew he would ask. You didn’t drink. After watching your own father battle with a horrible drug and alcohol addiction; you swore that wouldn’t be your life. The last thing that you wanted was to repeat the mistakes that your father made.

“6 months ago, as a matter of fact.”

You said, not hiding the snark in your voice. Had it been six months ago and the two of you were still dating, you would have never talked to Elon like that. Now...he was getting whatever you felt like dishing out. He was really lucky that you didn’t ruin his carpet at the moment.

You were still feeling a little more on edge. Elon sat across the desk blinking. He was clearly taking everything that you said in and made note of your little dig. 6 months ago…he totally got it. This behavior was somehow his fault.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

You finally asked. Elon sighed. It was time to eat that crow that he was dreading so much!

“I miss you.”

You winced before putting a hand on your forehead.

“Oh Jesus take the wheel...why are you telling me this?”

Elon smirked. He had really missed her sweet sassy charm but at the moment it was a thorn in his side.

“Because it's true?”

He questioned. You ran a hand through your messy hair.

“Where's her name?”

Elon’s amused expression faded. You knew that expression well. That was the face that Elon made when being called on something ignorant or something that made him look bad.

“We broke up...again.”

You nodded. How surprising! You expected that to happen. If their relationship failed the first time then chances were it failed again and here you both were.

“Well, look at that. I guess I should say that I am sorry and stuff…”

“Do you mean it?”

Elon asked. You rolled your eyes. Did he really just ask you that? You were honestly waiting to wake up and realize that all of this was some sick fucked up dream.

“No.”

“Then don’t say it.”

The two of you sat in an awkward silence. Were both of you this bad at relationships that neither of you knew what to say? You couldn’t speak for Elon but you blamed your parents for your awkwardness. If they didn’t have the world’s worst relationship then you could have possibly been better at this.

After a few moments, you stood.

“Well, this has been fun. I think I am going to change and get going. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

Elon followed your action. He was across the room before you could get to the door. He had your hand in his and looked down at you with a sad expression. That expression! You internally cursed yourself out as you looked up at him like a child. This was that expression that could get him whatever he wanted from you. Was today going to be one of those days or was you going to bail and never see him again?

“I was an idiot. You’re the woman that I want, Y/n.”

You pressed her lips together. For some reason, you were now fighting the urge to cry. What in the hell was happening? You never cried (at least not in front of anyone). Now here you were about to start acting like a total Mary Sue for Elon to comfort.

“Then why did you do it?”

You managed to ask. Elon sighed.

“I wanted you to succeed without me. If your career took off people would talk. They would say that you were only successful because I am your boyfriend.”

You were a little startled by the comment that left his mouth. Yes, it was caring. Caring and extremely out of character!

“Damn it, I was succeeding just fine before you came around in the first place! Since when did you start caring about what people think about you?”

Elon looked down at his feet. He reminded you of an overgrown child at this particular moment.

“Because I love you...I did you wrong. I realized it that night that I broke up with you. Until that night, I had never had a girl cry over me before. I wanted to say forget everything and take care of you. Damn Y/n, it's all that I can think about! If you’re with me, I know that you are safe. Do you think that I don’t see all of these other guys drooling all over you? It's driving me crazy. We need to fix this...I can’t lose you.”

You stood in momentary silence. This was what you had been wanting to hear for so long. Now that you were hearing it you couldn’t help but wonder if you should just jump back into a relationship. What if things went to hell again? Were you mentally strong enough to put up with another 6 months of misery only for Elon to show back up to woo you off of your feet again?

“I’m going to have to process this and get back with you. I...uh...yeah...I don’t know what to think at the moment.”

“We were happy, Y/n.”

You nodded. He was right there.

“Yes, we were. I was really happy. You were the first man that I actually loved. Elon, you know how hard that is for me to say.”

Elon nodded.

“Y/n, we don’t have to be your parents or my parents. We can fix what was wrong.”

You smiled.

“Give me 5 days.

Elon sighed. He didn’t really want to wait 5 days but if that got him any closer to having you back it would be worth it.

“Fine, I have a business trip anyway. I’ll be back next Friday. That will give you 7 days to decide what you want.”

Over the next few days, you spent the vast majority of your time wondering what in the world you were going to do. Were you going to be the tough girl and tell Elon to kick rocks or were you going to give him a second chance. You scoffed at your belief of everyone deserving a second chance. From the time you were a child, you were the best person to give second, third, and many more chances to people. The big question was would you be willing to put yourself through a repetitive state of heartbreak?

Maybe Elon had changed? Perhaps he really did realize that you were the right person for him and his previous actions were foolish? You could only hope that was the case. The smart side of your brain said that was exactly what happened. Elon was blunt. If he didn’t mean something then he wasn’t going to go and say it.

“Y/n?”

You looked up to see Jeffree in the doorway. He was looking at you with that concerned expression that he had been wearing non-stop since you had told him that you were considering taking Elon back.

“Hey.”

You said with a smile. Jeffree was your saving grace over the past few days. He sat and listened to you ramble on and on about what your decision was. Thankfully, he didn’t complain when you said that you weren’t taking Elon back only to change that decision five minutes later.

“I want you to be happy. I know that he made you happy. At the same time, however, I don’t want you to be hurt either. Remember Y/n, I was the one that picked you up off of the bathroom floor that night that he broke up with you. Elon was nowhere to be found. “

His comment had played in your head over a few times as you considered your decision. Jeffree beginning to speak pulled you from your thoughts.

“I am sorry to disturb your brooding but I think there is something that you should see.”

You slowly stood from and followed Jeffree into the living room where every flat surface had a bouquet of different flowers on them. Blinking, you looked around a few times before turning to Jeffree.

“It looks like a florist shop in here.”

“Or a mortuary.”

Jeffree said idly as you walked around and looked at the flowers.

“That too. Are all of these from Elon?”

You asked, totally stunned by his gesture. Jeffree nodded.

“Rocket man has it bad for you.”

You smirked at Jeffree’s clever snarky nickname for Elon. From the time that the two you had broken up, Jeffree refused to call Elon by name.

“Yeah, I think that he does. He’s never done anything like this before.”

Jeffree walked to the couch and sat down. He sighed realizing that he couldn’t see the TV over the largest bouquet of flowers.

“I guess this earns him some brownie points. Y/n, have you made your decision? He will be turning up soon. I just want to know what to expect so I can...you know...be prepared mentally.”

You groaned and flopped down on the couch before laying your head on your best friend’s shoulder.

“I want him back but I am apprehensive at the same time. You know how I have been lately. What if he gets bored with me again? Apparently I am easy to tire of.”

Jeffree frowned.

“No you’re not! Y/n, you are a wonderfully lovely person! You deserve happiness. Look, you know that I am not much of a fan of Elon’s but maybe he’s changed. Maybe he’s seen the error of his ways? He went back to that other woman with the kid that you need a graphing calculator in order to pronounce his name and realized that it wasn’t right. I would think that if he was happy with her then he would be with her. I don’t think he would have made our living room look like a funeral home’s floral department if he didn’t care about you. This had to cost a pretty penny.”

You chuckled at Jeffree’s response. Jeffree took another breath.

“I just want you to be happy. Follow your heart but take your brain with you.”

You sat up and decided to go get decent before Elon showed up.

“All I know is if it doesn’t work out this time I think I will be a lesbian or something.”

Jeffree chuckled as you walked up the stairs.

20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jeffree stood from his place on the couch and walked to the door. The moment he opened it, he frowned seeing Elon on the other side.

“Jeffree.”

Elon said casually. Jeffree blinked, trying to fight the urge to say something sassy.

“I suppose you are here to see Y/n.”

Elon nodded.

“Yes.”

Jeffree moved aside to let Elon walk in. Elon smirked seeing the flowers all over the place.

“Did she enjoy the flowers?”

Jeffree nodded. He didn’t want to give the other man a comment but Elon actually deserved it.

“Yes, she did. She smiled a lot, which was nice to see. I haven’t seen her happy smiling face in a long time. You did well...even though my living room looks like a funeral home.”

Elon raised an eyebrow. He didn’t miss the other man’s dig about your “happy smiling face.” Elon had expected something sassy to come from Jeffree.

“I’m glad that she was happy. So...can I see her?”

Jeffree nodded and walked to the stairs.

“Sweetie, rocket man is here to see you.”

Jeffree had to pinch himself so he wouldn’t giggle at the annoyed expression on Elon’s face.

“That’s clever.”

Elon said sarcastically as you walked down the stairs. You had heard the whole exchange and had put a hand over your face when Jeffree called Elon “rocket man.”

Jeffree looked between the two of you awkwardly before turning and walking to the kitchen. When he was out of the room, you turned to Elon. He was looking at the kitchen door, clearly glad that Jeffree had left the room.

“I see you got all of the flowers.”

Elon said, looking around the living room.

“I think that I got carried away.”

You laughed.

“No, I think that they are all pretty. That was very nice.”

You went to look out the window. It was time to make your mind up and fast! You jumped the moment that Elon’s arms wrapped around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder before snuggling his face into your hair.

“Have you made your mind up?”

You nodded, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.

“I have. Why don’t we get out of here so we can talk alone? I have a feeling that Jeffree is on the other side of the door listening.”

Elon glanced over his shoulder. The last thing that he wanted to deal with was Jeffree listening to the conversation. This was meant to be private without “little ears” listening.

“Good idea. Let’s go then.”

You turned and followed him outside to his car. It was now or never. If there were any doubts in your mind about what you wanted to do then you needed to deal with them FAST….

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Incarceration: Rappa x OC

Okay lovies this is 100% N//S//F//W please do not read if you are under 18.

I needed to write some good Rappa smut content because I’m starving so have some Rappa x OC FILTH!!

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, size kink/difference, masturbation, public sex, mild daddy kink

Pairing: Kendou Rappa x OC (Hoshi Sakuretsu)

2 weeks…It had been 2 weeks since he and the other bullets had been carted off to Tartarus. From what he could tell he wasn’t in the highest level of security; and at least he didn’t have to share a room with anyone; which was fine by him, the room was already damn small with just him in it. Probably would have used his roommate for a punching bag anyway by now, he was so pent up; his blood sang and his bones rumbled; body aching for something more than being held up in this dog pen.

3 weeks… he had heard that if he was on good behavior he might be able to go out in the yard and mingle, and take lunch in the dining hall. He thought they were stupid when he first heard that ‘cause he’d probably just go batshit at the first smell of freedom; fuck he was starting to grow crazy in here. He had already made a few decent sized holes in the wall on the far side of the room, his knuckles hardly bled and his attitude only soured when it did nothing to relieve him.

There honestly wasn’t much to do, until he got to wander on good behavior; just eat, sleep, shit, and jack off. And jacking off he did a lot of, and it only seemed to make it worse, fuck it wasn’t the same.

He put another hole in the wall after one particularly aggressive session that left his cock feeling raw; cum splattered across his stomach and chest in thick ropes. Still he was hard and aching, twitching in the stale air of his stupidly small cell.

He fisted his own hand in his hair and tried again, trying to pretend the hand gripping at his mane was exceptionally smaller. It wasn’t the same…

This time his knuckles bled a little more when they bit into the wall but it wasn’t in the least bit satisfying. He wondered what Hoshi was doing, if she was going as crazy as he was…well if she was cooped up she’d probably be going even more crazy than him. The idea of her going feral in her own cell, tipping over the bed, ripping pillows and sheets out of sheer boredom and stir craziness had him pumping his cock again. He missed it, fuck , missed her near manic energy, her scrappiness; missed her nails digging trenches into his back and chest, missed her biting mouth and wild eyes.

He missed the sounds she made; her sighs, her coos, her screams; he missed the way she could barely take him but would always ask for more, more, more. Missed the way she made him feel, what she made him do. He missed the way she owned him.

He wondered if she was laying away on her cot, whimpering out, hands down her panties, fingers pressed into her tight, wet pussy. He wondered if she was calling out his name as she desperately tried to get herself off.

“Rappa, Rappa,…Kendou”

He snarled as he painted his chest again, this release a little more satisfying than the last but still no where near close to what he needed.

He grumbled into the quiet air, still unsatisfied, still pent up and now covered in his own mess. He could hear the material of the scratchy sheet around his knees strain when he tugged at it, balling it up, wiping himself down before throwing it on the floor. It didn’t fucking matter if he didn’t have a blanket anymore, this place ran too hot anyway; he hated that too.

He settled back down, god these beds were comically small! At least the pillow still had some fluff in it as he folded it under his head.

He decided to not even bother pulling his pants back up; the fuckers could have a nice view when wake up call came the next day. At least it would provide him some entertainment.

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4 weeks…

Finally, FINALLY he was getting to stretch his legs, though he really wasn’t sure he had been on any good behavior at all; they had probably just gotten tired of him breaking shit and cleaning up his messes. Didn’t matter, finally he could walk more than a few yards without hitting a wall.

The restraints biting into his shoulders weren’t exactly pleasant, though he guessed it could be worse, at least his arms still had some mobility…If the were smart they would have bound his arms completely. Still he wasn’t completely stupid and he really wanted this brief moment of freedom even if it was just going to the dining hall to get some grub.

The two escorts at his side were armed with nothing more than rubber bullets and stun guns, he had laughed when he saw them. He had made a snarky comment on how “that’s all they give ya’? Fuck it’s like they want ya’ to get pummeled.” They didn’t say anything as he laughed at them and their puny defenses. They had tried to act all nonplussed about his statement but he could see the apprehension in their eyes; and maybe…a little fear. That definitely brightened his mood some.

He had tried to make small talk as he was escorted but the two guards wanted none of it and ignored him for the most part, not that he really minded, they were probably boring anyway.

The dining hall was a lot bigger than he had expected, and certainly much brighter than his cell, it nearly hurt his eyes when he entered, despite the air being filled with the smell of prison food, it somehow smelled fresher and less stale than the cell-blocks. He found himself breathing deeply.

“Don’t cause a ruckus.”

He turned to the escort to his left giving him a hard sideways glance.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he rumbled, flashing his teeth.

By the quick retreat and bristled expression of the guard, he knew he had scared him off; good.

“What’s his problem yah?” he turned to the other guard, his grin widening when the other man turned and left much the same way as the other. That’s right, fuck right off.

It was nice to finally move around, even though he knew he was being watched like a damn hawk, at least they weren’t all up in his face about it now. He struggled, the restraints becoming mildly irritating and moved to get a tray for some grub; the food was shit here but he’d had worse before, and it wasn’t like he was some sort of culinary expert. He just need calories, and a lot. When he got out of here there was going to be a lot of bulking he’d need to take care of.

For the most part people moved out of his way when they saw him coming, the few that didn’t see his approach to the line ended up on the ground; it wasn’t even like he body checked them, just elbowed them out of the way. His size and strength of his stride being enough to knock people over.

At least the line wasn’t awful when he joined it, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to get some grub.

“Woah you’re mega tall.”

He looked in front of him and down. A woman stared back up at him apprehensively, grip on her tray trembling.

She wasn’t short, normal height, if anything maybe a little on the tall side, but he was a behemoth; he grinned menacingly.

“Ate my vegetables as a kid.” he replied snarkily.

“Ah…” she gave him a nervous smile and turned back around, clutching her tray closer to her chest.

Fearful after just talking to him, pathetic, was he really stuck in here with such cowards??

A light bulb suddenly went off in his head and he glanced back down to the woman in front of him; puzzled for a second before looking around. It seemed like this was a co-ed dining hall; After the moment of curiosity he shrugged and supposed it didn’t matter, with everyone having some sort of quirk they were all on somewhat even ground.

He turned back to face the front of the line, bored now that his curiosity was satisfied.

Then a flash of pink caught his eye, exiting the line ahead. All his attention zeroed in and his blood ran hot.

Hoshi

He hardly even registered the sound of pain as he dropped his tray directly on the head of the woman in front of him before making long strides towards the petite woman exiting with her food.

“Hey dude! No cutting!” someone grabbed his shirt.

“Wait in line like everyone else h-” the fucker didn’t even finish his sentence before he was grabbed by the back of the head. He brought his knee forcefully up into the man’s face, a sickening crunch as the his nose caved like a house of cards, blood pouring out over his face and onto his pants.

He felt his blood pump even hotter as he watched the now unconscious man crumple to the cafeteria floor.

Around him there were soft gasps, a few groans and ‘ew gross’ but once again all his attention was on the woman, who was now looking straight at him, eyes bright and face glowing with a smile.

“PUMPKIN!!” she screamed, throwing her tray and all the contents over her head in her excitement.

And he’s running to her, bulldozing anyone that got in his path, even pushing a few dining tables out of the way in his mad rush.

She reached out to him, bouncing on her toes as he closes in.

By now security is probably trying to figure out what the hell is going on but fuck she’s right there, and he’ll be as bad as he wants to be.

She jumped in anticipation and he scooped her up, hauling her up into his arms, grip most likely bruising as he squeezed her thigh in one hand and roughly cupped the back of her head. He stumbled, taking a few more steps before falling onto one of the dining tables; knees connecting uncomfortably with the attached metal bench, it didn’t fucking matter, nothing fucking mattered. She was already clawing at him.

He crashed his lips against her, growling loudly as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, his teeth clacking against her own in an animalistic display of dominance. She’s already making such pretty sounds for him and they’d barely done anything, she’s missed him and fuck he’s already so fucking hard.

He budged her further up the table, fully kneeling on the bench, which groaned under his weight.

She bit his lips and pulled at his hair, and he can hardly stand it, it’d been a fucking month; he could feel himself leaking, the taught fabric over his dick becoming painful. He couldn’t stop himself, his hips already subconsciously humping the air, clothed dick rubbing against the cool metal table.

He doesn’t want to stop gripping the soft flesh of her thigh, but he wanted to know how much she missed him, just how sopping she already was for him. He removed his grip and pressed two fingers roughly against the crotch of her prison pants; she’s already soaking through them and he groans lowly.

“Fuck, lil’ sparkler, ya miss me? You’re fuckin’ soaked .” he growled against her mouth, before backing up a bit to see her expression. He’s embarrassed to admit he almost came right then and there when she looked back up at him, lips bruised and slightly bloody, pupils blown wide with lust.

Her hand moved to his wild mane and she wound a chunk around her fist before yanking, bringing a lustful whine from him as she viciously tugged him back down.

“Don’t be so meeaannn. Rappa, please, no teasin’ be faaiirrrr.” she arched into him.

God, she’s practically delirious for him, his cock twitched, and he humped against the table a few more times.

He smashed his lips against hers again, drinking in her squeals as he ripped her pants from her hips and shoved a large hand into her panties. She practically screamed into his mouth when he pressed a finger into her tight heat.

“Fuuuuccckkk, dunno how ya can still be so tight aftr’ I’ve wrecked ya so many times.” he snarled against her lips, shoving a second finger into her and her back bowed in a pretty arch. “Look at ya take it.”

He began to piston his fingers in and out of her, swallowing up her wails as she coated his hand in her slick. He knew he was going to have to be quick about this, to be honest he was surprised no one had done anything yet to to stop them, probably too scared, or maybe they’re getting off on this too. He growled at the idea, wanting to stake his claim even more.

Hoshi scrabbled against his chest at the crook of his fingers and he felt her clamping down like a vice, he couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh; fuck he missed that feeling.

Barely allowing her to come down from her first high he pulled her closer, further beneath his huge form; using the hand that was already covered in her essence he ripped her ruined panties down her thighs before pushing his pants down (pleased that he had decided not to wear boxers this morning) just enough for his cock to spring free.

He looked down at her small trembling form, her bright eyes honed in completely to his dick that was now bobbing between them.

“Yesyesyesyes pleasepleaspleaseplease.” he heard her chanting under her breath, fuck she was practically drooling at the sight of him; his head swam and he grabbed her hips harshly.

“Fuck, sparkler, you’re gagging for it ain’t ya?” he pressed the tip of his dick up against her.

“Rappaaaa, Kendou.” she squirmed in his hold, trying to impale herself on him, and it takes all his remaining brainpower to not just shove inside her.

He leaned in further, lips brushing against her ear almost tenderly.

“Have ya been a good girl?” he rumbled, lustful grin splitting his face.

He felt her turn and then she whispered back.

“No.”

The sound that broke free from his chest was a feral laugh as he leaned back slightly and plunged his cock into her completely.

She screamed in delight, and probably a little pain, but fuck he knew she loved it, and he quickly started a brutal pace, pleasure and heat zipping up and down his spine nearly immediately.

“Fuck, missed ya Hoshi; missed your mouth.” he gave her a biting kiss. “Missed your fucking tits.” he tweaked her nipples harshly. “Missed your pretty. little. pussy.” each word punctuated with a harsh snap of his hips. “Missed watching ya barely being able to take me.” he watched how her stomach bulged each time he bottomed out in her heat.

He leaned close again, one hand fisting in her hair, the other reaching up to grip the lip of the table; he yanked her head back sharply, causing her to arch and show her pretty neck.

“Missed everything about ya.” he growled licking a wide tongue up the expanse of her throat.

The sound she made, he promised to burn into the back of his brain for the rest of his life; and then she was coming around his thick cock, soaking him and milking him for all he was worth. At this point he’d lost all control and he savagely pounded into her, using her as his personal cock sleeve, chasing the pleasure building and crackling along his spine.

Three more harsh thrusts and he’s coming, holding her down, balls deep inside her, as he throbs. The sound that bubbles up from his chest is more the sound of a beast than a man.

He can hear her moaning and giggling as he filled her to the brim, pulse after pulse of his hot seed until it’s dripping out of her and onto the table.

His body hummed, flushed in utter pleasure, but he already knew it wouldn’t be enough, even before he came off his high.

“More.” he growls lowly and fuck if Hoshi didn’t wiggle excitedly on his still hard cock.

He huffed, exasperated and in absolute adoration of her eagerness; ready to flip her over and mount her like an animal. But he was suddenly being restrained, thick cables slingshotting around his biceps, forcing his arms to his sides. Even in his lust filled mindset he could figure out what was happening and he couldn’t help but laugh; the cable tightening, he could hear what he assumes are the guards finally getting their shit together with a few ‘what the fucks’ and ‘fucking christs’. The cables tug at him and he took a step back, slipping out of the petite woman, he’d rather remove himself from her; it would be gentler than being forcibly pulled away.

“Looks like our fun is over Hoshi.” He grinned.

Two guards appeared at his sides and he sensed there are more behind him. Two more guards and a few nurses round the table and bundle up next to Hoshi. He bristled at the idea that they thought they’d need to bring medical support; he’d never hurt her, not in anyway she didn’t want.

“Oh but daddy we were just getting started.” she whined, coy smile on her lips, she was still laying on the table completely ravaged by him. He can see the nurses recoil for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this tiny woman who had just been fucked an inch within her life, asking for more. He knows how.

He laughed straining against his bonds, the guards at his side, readying for him to struggle.

“Well kitten, are ya going to be good for next time or bad?” one of the nurses is helping her to a sitting position while the other is wrapping a blanket around her. The look she pinned him with was enough to make his cock jump again.

“Definitely bad.” she licked her lips, gaze smoldering.

“Enough! Jesus CHRIST!” one of the guards cursed beside him, trying to shove him into turning around and marching.

He was in a good mood now, so he turned to face the much smaller man.

“Ya gonna help me pull my pants up, cause…ya know” he flexed his biceps against the cables. “Unless ya like looking at my dick then carry on.”

He reveled in the man’s sputtering and watched as Hoshi was ushered on shaky legs passed him.

One thing was for certain, he wouldn’t be spending another month in here, and neither would she.

Besides prison break would be fun.

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(I wanna preface this with a trigger warning for mentions of rape) Hey, I was scrolling through my twitter feed and saw some people being nasty about season 7 (and the cast) but something that stood out to me was the fact that there's a couple of people who are accusing Wish!Hook/Rogers of being a r*pist and accusing him of admitting to it. I'm currently rewatching s7 and was wondering if there was something I missed, either explicitly or implicitly stated 😅

OH MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Are these people STILL going on about that shit???

I’m going to fucking rant about this for a bit, so hit the jump. Or don’t.

Okay, refresher for Nonny and those who are new to this ShitShow:

A bunch of people decided to opt out of S7, because Emma Swan was no longer going to be on the show. Now, not watching a show after your fave character/actor leaves it is absolutely understandable. There’s nothing wrong with it. However, hate-watching that show, campaigning for it to be cancelled, attacking the actors, writers, show-runners and crew who are continuing to work on that show or join the show after your fave’s departure... That’s all completely shitty (and absolutely batshit CRAZY) behavior. There is NO excuse for it. Ever.

And that segment of batshit crazy assholes is who we’re talking about here.

Now, most of these motherfuckers haven’t even watched S7. They base their crazy-ass opinions on synopses of the episodes, and heresay from their similarly sanity-impaired friends. So most of the time, it’s useless to counter their rantings with facts and canon interpretations. They’ll simply repeat, “Well, my friend Janet said it, and I believe her.” or some other nonsense.

So. With all of that in mind, Episode 2 of Season 7 re-introduced Wish Hook to viewers and revealed that he was Detective Rogers, set up Emma as his “savior” as a respectful nod to the idea of every Hook being “destined” to be saved by Emma Swan, and also established his primary and singular drive as a character - reuniting with his daughter. THOSE were the main points of the episode.

However, the fuckwits I spoke about above decided to focus, not on any of the important aspects of the episode, but on his cockamamie plot to score a True Love’s Kiss from Emma in order to cure his poisoned heart. The plot entailed using magic to de-age himself, returning to Storybrooke with Regina, getting a kiss from Emma to cure said heart, then returning to his own Enchanted Forest to reunite with Alice. It is this last part that the nutters refuse to believe. They prefer to believe that Hook intended to stay in Storybrooke, take over OG Hook’s entire life, and in so doing - engage in sex with Emma under the pretense that he is “her” Killian. And that is where the rape claim comes in.

Now, for those of us who actually watched the show, it’s painfully (and embarrassingly, for those nutters) obvious that Wish Hook would never have stayed in Storybrooke for even a second longer than necessary after curing his heart (or finding that his plot didn’t work). His entire impetus as a character was to reunite with Alice, his daughter. Remaining in Storybrooke, a realm far away from where his daughter even IS, and maintaining the charade of being someone else, someone without said daughter, and bothering to keep up that pretense... doesn’t suit his character’s main goals whatsoever. It’s ludicrous to think he would. It’s literally insane and one has to be awfully dedicated to besmirching the show and the character to even maintain it.

And yet, they do. Their ONE “ace in the hole” is that they managed to get one of the writers (Adam Horowitz, I believe) to answer a question about what Wish Hook intended to do with his plan with an admission that Wish Hook intended to take over Hook’s life. Now, I’m gonna come right out and say it: That answer, regardless of who it came from, also doesn’t fit the narrative of S7 or Wish Hook’s main drives as a character. And I’m also gonna say that sometimes even the people who should know best about a show don’t... and also, sometimes people mis-speak or are trying to emphasize one thing (in this case, how “bad” Hook was going to be to get what he wanted, and how “in need” he was of Emma’s saving him and setting him right) instead of the more important thing (that these fuckers had no interest in Wish Hook’s redemption and only wanted to bait Adam into saying something they could use as “proof” of their claims).

But regardless, it’s the ONE thing they have to “back up” their insanity, and they use the fuck out of it. Mind you, these same people will summarily throw out any and all claims that there wasn’t rape involved or intended there as factually incorrect, regardless of where they come from. Instead, they will simply trot out that ONE well-worn screencap yet again and insist, as always, that they are right and Everyone Else is wrong.

So... Long story short, it’s absolute apeshit, and the people who argue it’s true are so asinine and obsessive that they’re not worth arguing with. You can’t change their minds or make them see sense, because they desperately want to cling to their belief that S7 Is Bad and Wish Hook Is Bad and that they were/are right to boycott, campaign against the show, and attack those who took part in creating it, because it is clearly Bad and does Bad Things. This is also the entire basis of their claims that Wish Hook, Rogers, and S7 itself are “triggering” to them and deeply disturbing. They use this claim to try to essentially erase S7 from existence by complaining whenever the S7 exclusive actors are involved in “Once” events, or whenever S7+ actors refer to S7 events or Wish Hook, himself. Colin has even been directly accused by these assholes of “approving” of rape and being “insensitive” to his fans by wearing clothing he got from Rogers’ wardrobe to conventions. It’s absolutely batshit, toxic, and rude.

I suspect this is all rearing its ugly head yet again because Jen is scheduled to appear at Enchanted 3, and some of these crazies (who are all Jen fans, incidentally) are already trying to get Starfury to not invite anyone who exclusively starred in S7. Which, considering the only other announced star is Tiera Skovbye, I sincerely wish them all the luck in the world with XD But regardless, the SANE fans are all pretty much telling them, “Hey, what? That’s rude? Why are you being a dick?” and I’m assuming the jerks quickly resorted to “but rape is bad!” arguments to derail all the legit complaints about their shitty-ass behavior.

SO! My advice to you, Nonny, and to everyone else... is to mute those assholes and not engage with them in any way, shape or form. Like the comments of those poor fools who try, because their hearts are in the right place, even if their brains are doomed to be scrambled by the illogical reaches they’re about to be subjected to. It’s good to show support for the sensible people in our fandom(s). But I don’t recommend actually engaging with them, yourself. They’re hateful, toxic people... and your entire life will be better off for steering clear of them. Also, there’s only about 10-20 of them in their entirety, so once you weed them out and mute them, it’s like they don’t even exist.

And, hopefully, if they’re ignored by enough people for a long enough time, they’ll move on to something else. I guess that hasn’t happened yet, but here’s hoping it happens eventually. If not for our sake, then for Jen’s. I can’t imagine getting a reputation for having fans who literally harass and stalk her co-stars, employers and even people who simply continue to work on a project after she voluntarily leaves it will actually help her career at all.

Don’t get me wrong here, working with Jen on Once was a huge step up for Colin’s career... but the crazies in her fandom are literally following him into his next projects, naysaying them, criticizing and insulting him, attacking his fans for supporting him and his projects, and insisting that nothing Colin does will ever be as good as the work he did with Jen... and that’s just fucking NUTS. And it’s not limited to Colin. Remember the fervor when Josh Dallas dared to call another actress his “Tv Daughter”? Yeah, that was charming. If this keeps up, it won’t be long before Jen’s earning herself a reputation for being “lovely to work with, but comes with a cloud of toxic fans who will make her co-stars sorry they worked with her for YEARS afterwards.” And, I mean, color me weird if you want to, but I think that’s generally NOT a good plan.

#fandom drama #this shit again #are you serious #wtf guys #anonymous #kw ask box

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