#but sincerely. what the fuck is wrong with yall
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stupid ofmd takes never cease, today it's "Stede is an actual slaver because he tried to sell Hornberry in 01x03"
buddy. my guy. my dude. listen.
Taking enemy officers hostage and ransoming them back is a established tradition in European politics (and I'm sure elsewhere as well). "I have your king, I want x amount of money and you have to promise y and z, then I'll give him back" has been a legitimate diplomatic tactic since forever (yes not even kings were exempt from this). Even today, prisoner exchanges still happen. On no level is this even remotely similar to slavery.
Selling English aristocrats for money is cool and fine actually. You're allowed to do that. Many people don't know this.
Stede yelling "Man For Sale!!" while he leads him around the republic of pirates on a leash is Hornberry's most treasured memory. He jacks off to it daily.
#'actual slaver' can yall learn what words mean maybe#yeah i should have ended that list at point 1 but i had to make a joke about it to not lose all faith in humanity#but sincerely. what the fuck is wrong with yall#our flag means death#stede bonnet
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Aint there enpugh negativity in the world? Aint yall tired? Aint yall got any human left in your soul? Aint you got any space left in your heart? Stop it. Stop being this way.
#xoxo#i just cant believe it#they didnt even DO anything#im being sincere instead of light hearted and jokey like the last posts on this#u just aint got nothin left in u do yall#it aint too late#u can say sorry#admit it wasnt anywhere near real violence thats tearing the world apart#not even in the same category#admit its not like they were dming ppl hate and kys'#admit it didnt hurt anyone? admit you put emotional charge in something and miaconstrued it#admit youre just as capable as being bad as them#admit ur human#admit it was harmful to namedrop them and in doing so knowing they were going to recieve attention over it#just fucking have a heart!!!!!#what is wrong with yall!!!!!!!!!!!
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God give me the patience to not engage with byler doubt that's cross tagged
Give me the serenity to hold my hope high and not bicker w ppl who are jaded and can't keep their neg to themselves
Give me the wisdom to scroll past and let them be proven wrong later without wasting my energy
#byler#what is with the amount of doubt im running into can yall stop fucking crosstagging your posts in the tag like#thats rude af actually were here to have a good time not deal w other people's baggage from being queerbaited by other shows#stop acting like ST is default 'just like SPN/Sherlock'#we may be wrong but i sincerely doubt it at this point and either way why shit on us for having hope and fun#by having hope and talking about it being real and canon we contribute to social normalization#meanwhile yall will double down on comphet (even other gays) then wonder why normalization of queerness is so hard to het#get*#i understand why you doubt#but pls keep it to yourself bc we still have two years of waiting before anything is final#stop calling it bait before the story is done??? jesus
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sex with danheng IL
彡- ,, brainrot???? small fic????? of sex with danheng IL hehe
cw ⁞ afab!reader, nsfw filth (duh), dragon features (two pp but only one goes in ha?, size diff, FANGSSSSSSS), mention of prey/predator dynamic, marking, breeding kink IF YOU SQUINT, scent kink IF YOU SQUINT EVEN HARDER
an ⁞ YALL FR GONNA FIND A WAY TO REPOPULATE THE VIDYADHARA CLAN ;D (idk how im gonna play hsr the same way after writing this...) im not very happy with the intro but its wtv.
@cloudshuffle my amazing awesome proofreader <3
after getting intimate with each other a couple times, danheng and you have discussed taking things up a notch. i imagine him coming back to the astral express, incredibly frustrated after a stressful mission (after seeing his ex in xianzhou), and he really just needed you. you excitedly welcome him back but you're suddenly pinned down — wrists enveloped by his hand and his tail coiling itself around your leg.
"d-danheng? what's wrong...?"
he growls carnally, his cerulean eyes hazed with lust. he dives in for your chest, inhaling deeply before lightly nipping at your neck with his fangs and branding you as his with a few hickies.
"need you now. you know your safe word, yes?" he huffs impatiently, tugging at your shirt.
you nod before hurriedly ridding yourself of your top and bra, exposing your upper half to your lover.
"so beautiful," he whispers in awe.
danheng's hands immediately lock in on your tits, gently squeezing them before giving each of them a sweet suck. your cute little whimper just spurs him on even more! you're so much smaller than him, it's adorable. but it really doesn't help his innermost desires to manhandle tf outta you. it's just part of his animalistic urges as a dragon, after all.
his hands quickly trails down to unclip your skirt and pushing your panties aside to finger you. you let out a small gasp at this, slightly unnerved by his hastiness but you weren't complaining at all. it's not long till he adds another finger, coaxing a low moan out of you. with your walls clenching so deliciously around his fingers, the dragon wondered how you would feel around his cock instead.
"cant take it anymore... please 'heng..," you whine.
"hm, my baby's so needy all for me? i'll give you what you want since you asked so sweetly."
danheng chuckles before discarding his own slacks, revealing his erect cocks. (yes, two ehe) it's so pretty, being tinted a light turquoise at the base and a pink-ish fleshy color at the tip. he slides one of them in slowly — the stretch being so much bigger than his fingers. you both moan in unison once his length is fully buried in your wetness, with his hand pressing down on your spine, putting you in a mean arch. he waits for your signal before moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep — allowing you to feel every vein, every inch. your skin flushes in embarrassment when you notice how lustful danheng looks in the moment, eyeing you hungrily as if you're meek prey, who've fallen into the beast's domain. (omg so alpha) as he picks up his pace, your cries of pleasure only grow louder and you're sincerely hoping march won't call you both out on it later.
you wrap your arms around danheng's neck, hungrily pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircles his waist — forcing his cock to drive deeper into you.
"mmfh— fuck, you're sucking me in... feels so good, darling," he pants in between sloppy, wet kisses. it's so messy, the way your pussy squelches sinfully with each thrust — your juices coating his girth with a layer of slick and even spilling onto the sheets below. he continues rutting into you ruthlessly, knocking all the air out of you as your hands find their way onto your boyfriend's back, leaving searing marks — staking your claim. the pain only turning him on even more, he hisses as his breath grows erratic, warning you of his impending release. you're on the edge of your own climax too, a familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.
"haah... i can feel you clenching around me, let's cum together," he groaned in your ear, enveloping you with the essence of him — body, soul, and mind. to him, you look best all fucked-out, guts rearranged and your mind filled with only thoughts of him and his dick. one particular prod to your g-spot sends you to your climax, your cunt clamping down impossibly harder on your poor boyfriend's dick. your words coming out as broken, incoherent sobs as your body quivers from the intensity of it all.
with your pussy milking him for all he's worth like that, how was danheng supposed to hold back? he shot ribbons of pearly white cum inside of you, making sure to fill every crevice of you with him — his cock twitching with each pulse.
"i would've never expected cumming inside of you would feel so good... could we go one more round? gonna fill you up real good again, i promise."
#x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai x reader#dan heng#danheng x reader#danheng smut#dan heng il#hsr dan heng#hsr smut#imbibitor lunae#dan heng imbibitor lunae#inbibitor lunae#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#dan heng hsr#dan heng smut#danheng#danheng il#honkai star rail dan heng#hsr#star rail#honkai star rail smut#hsr x you#hsr x y/n#honkai star rail x you#reader insert
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Talk to Strangers
Edward Nashton x Coworker! Reader
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Word Count: 4,951
Warnings: smut (18+ only MDNI), stalking, unprotected sex, angst and fluff and smut, a decent bit of tears, obligatory mentions of murder
Summary: You’ve warmed up to Edward despite his cold nature, but what happens when the puzzle pieces start to fall together and you can feel someone watching you in the darkness?
Authors Note: I actually tried so hard on this yall, I posted this to my ao3 page first so I am sorry if the formatting is all kinds of messed up on here :( This is my first fic i’ve posted since 2017 so I sincerely apologize if it’s meh, i also don’t have anyone else proofread my fics so i apologize for any errors i missed! enjoy!
Ao3 Link
He's arrogant. Oh so arrogant, and you can't fucking stand it. You watch him every morning as he strides in, past your desk at reception, white button up shirt, clear framed glasses, shaggy hair that falls over his forehead . He's certainly not a hit among the office, so maybe you're not wrong in your feelings. Though your other co-workers generally regard him as a pushover- not a self-absorbed asshole. He's good at what he does, sure. He's earned his spot, but he often brings a shadow into the rooms he walks into. A presence that you can only describe as infernal.
You don’t know much about his story. You generally pride yourself on getting to know the people you surround yourself with, but he has never let you get close enough to find out. Maybe that’s why you find him arrogant. He thinks he’s too good to speak to you for more than two sentences related to files he needs you to fax for him. What you do know about him is that he’s been at KTMJ for longer than you have been- maybe 5 years more. You can still remember the first time you met. You were fresh faced and eager. Seeking validation, in desperate need of some stability.
You extend your arm for a handshake. His hands are slightly clammy as he accepts your handshake. And though you had greeted him with your brightest smile (might as well go all in if you ever wanted to be anything other than a receptionist) he hadn't smiled back. He'd kept a rather straight face as he gave his brief introduction. "Edward."
Now you have a sense of stability. Sure, the quality of life in Gotham is subpar and you still haven't received that promotion, but you make enough to live comfortably in comparison to others in the city. You try to count your blessings.
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You had already been having a shitty day. Your landlord had informed you of an increase in rent rates by slipping an envelope under your door. Sure, it sucked to be asked to pay more for an apartment that could be deemed shitty by any normal person with a pair of eyes, but it was the lack of communication that got you. Not even the decency to call your residence and tell you with their own voice. Just a slip of paper under the door.
But you tried to bring a good attitude to the office. You hate being the one to damper the mood. You would rather leave that to him. Always him. Never smiling back at you as he walks through the door, never meeting your eyes to acknowledge your presence, nothing. And you were used to that. It would be okay, if it weren't for the stack of papers that laid on your desk when you got in. Neatly stacked with a green sticky note reading "Need copies. -Edward" scrawled in messy handwriting. You immediately feel the flames rise into your chest.
It's a quick stride from your desk to his cubicle, stack of papers tightly tucked into your fist. You slam them onto his desk as soon as you reach it, and he raises an eyebrow at you in response. "What the hell is this?" He glances at the papers and back at you. "The copier isn't working. I wrote what I needed." You sigh, annoyed at the fact that he doesn't understand.
"You couldn't have waited for me to get here and brought them to me yourself? I would really appreciate it if you would treat me like a human being every once in a while, ya know, actually acknowledge my existence." You realize how dramatic you must sound, but in all honesty you've been thinking it for years, it was only a matter of time before it came out. "I needed copies. I didn't think my acknowledgement meant that much to you." He holds his hands out in defense, feigning that he actually cared if he had hurt your feelings.
"I think you think you're smarter than everyone else here." You plant a hand on the table in front of him as you crouch to his level.
He sighs and you can see the corners of his mouth twitch. "I do. Is that so bad?"
"It makes you an asshole."
He finally faces you.
"Better to be an asshole than to be an idiot."
His voice doesn't carry any malice, yet the words feel like a slap in the face to you. It leaves you scrambling for a response, opening your mouth only to close it a second later. Until you decide to merely respond with a nervous chuckle. Sure, you thought his response showed his ego, but you had to admit. He got you. He faces you once more at the sound of your light chuckle, green eyes meeting yours completely. "I guess you're right."
You catch the corners of his mouth turning upwards.
"If it means that much to you, I will greet you next time."
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And he does. Greet you that is. You find yourself talking to him more and more. Sitting in the break room with him at lunch, looking over his shoulder at the crossword puzzle he works on at his desk and giving your best shot at an answer, relishing in the furrow of his brows as he turns to look over his shoulder at you. He's an asshole. He's arrogant. But there's something about him that's drawing you in. Sometimes you feel like a fish caught in a net. All those moments he'd brushed you off and yet you find yourself repeating the little quirks of his soft smiles in your head. You hate the term "work husband", but it seems that Edward is slowly becoming the very definition of that.
You don't speak outside of the office, but you find yourself gravitating towards him when you're stressed. You tell him about your landlord and the reason you had gotten so defensive with him. He understood.
"It's a cesspool here. None of these people actually care about people like us, not the landlords, not our coworkers, certainly not the politicians." He had said in that moment.
As October rolls around and the leaves begin to fall, you find yourself beginning to bring two coffees to work, one for you, one for him. He always shows an appreciative nod. But the moment you start to think about asking him to actually go out with you for coffee is like being the fish pulled out of the water and accepting it's inevitable fate. You were gonna let him drive you insane.
You're sure of it as you are caught up in the nerves and find yourself softly grabbing his hand to stop him outside the front doors of the office. You quickly pull your hand from his. no doubt blushed a deep red. But he just stares, waiting for you to speak. You clear your throat. "I- um- Sorry, I was just gonna see if you had plans now." And it pains you the way he doesn't speak, just continues to stare.
"There's a diner on the corner near here. I think they have decent pie."
He loosens the tension in his shoulders and looks down. "Oh. I'm actually sort of drowning in... paperwork right now." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. God, you hoped you hadn't made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."
You quickly shake your head and let out a breathy laugh. "Oh no! It's totally fine, I probably have paperwork to finish too." You hope it hides the pang you feel in your chest. "I'll see you tomorrow." You swiftly turn and walk away before he can respond.
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But you wouldn't see Edward tomorrow. Matter of fact you wouldn't see him for the next three days after Halloween. You try not to let it bother you.
It's the beginning of a cold November, he's probably just sick or desperately needed a vacation. Or perhaps you'd seriously fucked it all up and he couldn't even stand the sight of you. You can't stop the deep sigh that comes from you as you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. Embarrassingly, you ask Zach if he's heard from Edward. Not that you expected him to be particularly helpful. "Are you guys, like, fucking?" You are stunned and stammering your words. "Wha- No! No. I just worry about him."
"Look, I wouldn't worry about him too much, I mean the guy's basically a fucking recluse. When do you ever see him outside of here? Maybe it's good that he's somewhere besides here."
Still, there's no chance of you actually focusing on work and you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through news headlines, before one in particular catches your eye.
'Mayoral Incumbent Donald Mitchell, Jr. Murdered in his Home on Halloween Night.'
Holy shit.
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Edward is back at work after three long days, and despite your worry of his annoyance and anger, he is oddly elated.
It's the first time he approaches your desk. Leaning against it, coffee cup in hand, and flashing an awkward smile before asking, "So did I miss anything?" It leaves you a little taken aback, but it's a relief to see him approach you willingly after your last conversation.
"Um yeah, Zach was a total prick as usual- Oh! And our mayor was murdered."
He raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from the coffee cup. You feign annoyance, "No but seriously where were you? I started to wonder if that psychopath got you too."
He smiles. "Just sick. November weather and all."
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The first time you see the green mask you are in a huddle of coworkers around a computer screen.
'Police Commissioner, Pete Savage, Murdered. Killer Leaves Shocking Confession.'
"My God. What a sick freak." Zach interjects.
You can barely stand to watch. The video is hardly graphic aside from the disturbing voice of the masked man, but the implications of what happens when the video cuts off leaves your stomach turning. You walk away. Desperate for some space, but also desperate for a distraction. Edward sits straight in his office chair across the room. You hesitate slightly before striding toward his desk and leaning your weight against it. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead as you lightly brush hair from your eyes. "Shit."
It's merely a whisper to yourself, but he turns his head to face you. For once his face shows concern towards you. Yet he still says nothing, only looks. Observant as always.
"Sorry. I needed to get out of that." You gesture towards the group of coworkers still huddled and murmuring among each other. He glanced back, before turning back towards his work. "The news?" He inquires quietly.
"Yeah. It's a little too much for me to stomach." There's a little pause as if he is hesitant to say anything before finally replying, "They were pricks. Don't you think they kind of deserved it?"
You straighten up, looking at him with shock. "I think they were still people with families." He frowns at you before you finally walk away from his desk to make your way to the restroom. You needed to get a grip.
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Edward apologizes for his insensitivity after work. You had stayed with him outside of the building long after all of your other coworkers had left. "It's fine." You refuse to look at him as he lights a cigarette and gets in a few quick puffs. You're being mean. But if you're honest the combination of his rejection and his comment earlier in the day had set you off. "And I'm sorry for last week." Only then you look up at him.
"I've had a lot going on, and it feels a little unfair to bring you into all of that."
"This feels like an excuse to let me down easy. It's okay if you just don't want to go on a date-"
The feeling of chapped lips on your own stops you mid sentence. He tastes of coffee and cigarettes and you crave more, but he pulls back quickly. His free hand remains at your cheek, holding your face in a gentle caress. "It's not an excuse. Things are just complicated for me right now." His eyes never leave your face. It's the best look you've gotten of them. Of him. His features are gentle behind shaggy hair and acetate glasses.
Something feels wrong and eerie in the back of your mind. Like seeing him this close gave you a sickening feeling of deja vu. Things were definitely complicated. The bags under his eyes were showing his exhaustion well, he had gone from elated to unwell since his return. He seems like a broken man, but he'd never let you close enough to find out why. You can't help but feel the connection, like he deserved a shot even if he didn't want it. Even if he thought he was smarter. Even if there's a side to him that could hurt you. You push down your feelings of uneasiness.
You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.
"When you're ready."
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You're awake nearly all night the next weekend. Spending the entire time digging through news about the figure known as The Riddler, his possible next targets, possible identities, and most importantly all of the video footage he'd put out in the last few weeks. It's certainly not healthy. You generally steer clear of these sorts of things. Years of therapy had gotten you far and you would rather not ruin it by desensitizing yourself. But you can't help it. You find yourself going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole until you find yourself tuning into his streams late at night.
He speaks with such a confidence in himself. As if he has all of the answers, and is just waiting to enlighten the world. His followers are even more terrifying. They'd do anything for him. You wonder how low a person must be in life to resort to this sort of behavior. But, you're not a psychiatrist. Who are you to speak on these people. These strangers.
"We are going to cleanse this cesspool of city."
You slam the laptop shut.
Sleeping isn't easy after this sort of activity. You should've known. You turn on a show you don't actually care about to give yourself some sense of security in background noise. And soon you find yourself drifting asleep. It's not great sleep. You can sense yourself tossing and turning, but you can deal with it. Everything is fuzzy until you find yourself on your back.
Paralyzed.
It's not uncommon for you to experience sleep paralysis, but you've experienced it less after your time in therapy. You try to keep your breathing steady, trying to convince yourself that whatever you see is merely a hallucination.
Shh. Shh. Just breathe.
But the figure that appears is familiar. That's what scares you the most. The green coat and mask is horrifying as it inches towards the bed, and you can't scream. you can't move away. You can only watch the blood drip from his gloved fingertips onto your floor as he stares. Tilting his head at you slightly, as he brings a hand up to his head. You can hear your heart pounding and you are practically internally begging yourself to wake up. The latches on his mask pop open and you're horrified to find that the face underneath is so familiar. A slight smirk on lips you have kissed before. Blood dripping from a hand that you've held before. You try to scream. Tears falling down your temples until he is suddenly gone and you shoot up in your bed.
You can't hold back the cry that escapes your throat. It wasn't real, he's gone, and you're safe in your room.
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Until suddenly the safety of your room begins to feel a lot less safe. You hear it. The creaking of the floorboards at night, the slight tapping against the glass of your bedroom window. The slight squeak of leather rubbing and rustling together. You're too scared to open your eyes those first few nights. You'd rather be blind and take your fate than die in paralyzing fear.
But you know it's him.
It was never unclear what was staring at you in the night. Maybe the nightmares of the leather gloves touching your skin hadn't been nightmares at all. You want so badly to be sickened. To run into your bathroom to empty your stomach out of panic and fear. Instead you feel a strange mixture of annoyance and arousal in your gut.
He thinks he's smarter than you.
You find yourself playing into his games.Attempting to one up him. To show him you aren't scared of him. That you can keep up. You begin to deliberately change in front of your window. Letting lacy fabric hit the cold floor and standing just a tad longer, stalling before covering yourself back up.
You hope he's watching when you peel off your work tights. You hope he's imagining himself on his knees tearing the delicate fabric from your form, only to be blocked by a thin pane of glass. You wanted the upper hand.
You hope he's watching as you sink two fingers into yourself, thinking about crisp, white button ups and clear framed glasses.
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The next few weeks are tense at work. You heard the news of what happened to Gil Colson at Don Mitchell's funeral. Edward would walk in everyday, and attempt to greet you, only this time it's you who is short. You have a little hope that he can't see straight through you. But you can see it in the way that he looks at you that you're an open book. Who's to say that he won't just watch, but actually kill you to keep you from talking. But deep down you both know your lips are shut tight.
So you work through the days, just ready to get home. You can hardly stand to look at him. It makes you feel like you're an accomplice. A sitting duck for a man who probably doesn't even care about you, withholding a tip to the police because deep down you really do like him. And you had hoped he liked you too until things got complicated. Now you think it would just be best if he abandoned you right where you were. But he doesn't. In fact, he suddenly has more courage than you'd ever seen from him. It's evident as he catches you by your arm and pulls you into the alleyway beside the office after work is over. It's dark and you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared, but he kisses you like nothing is wrong. Like he has no clue. Like nothing has changed.
You pull away from him, wide eyes staring back at him. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly as he brushes a hand up your arm. You can't help the break in your voice. "I know, Edward."
He just stands and stares. "What?" You take two steps back. "You're killing people." He continues to stare. He drops his hand from your arm. The silence scares you more than anything. But he simply sighs.
"I think you should go home and get some rest."
And before you can argue he walks away with a quickened pace.
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So you do. You return to your shitty apartment and try to compose yourself. What would he do now that you said that? Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you had accused him of something he genuinely didn't do. But it didn't feel wrong. You sigh as the hot water hits your back. You had hoped a shower would help you feel refreshed, but for the first time in a while, it feels like a chore. You can't enjoy it, so you rush through it. As you step into your bedroom you stop in your tracks. The window is slightly ajar, a cool draft flowing in tingles your bare legs. And then you see him. The figure in the darkness of your room. This time you're not dreaming.
He's in your room. You're paralyzed. The position you swore you'd never let yourself be put in. He's got the upper hand.
He just stands there. A part of you wishes he would attack you. Kill you. Anything just to break the still silence. You realize you're shaking. You agreed to play his game and now you're trailing his lead, allowing yourself to be beaten.
"Edward."
It comes out as a shaky whisper, but he visibly takes it in as he steps toward you to close the distance. You can see his eyes crinkle at the corners through the green mask. He's smiling. And he reaches a gloved hand to your face, cupping one cheek. You can feel the warmth radiating from his hand even through the glove. So, he is human. The Riddler has a beating heart and flowing blood. He is not a cold, lifeless monster. His stoic frame you had become so familiar with at work was gone. He catches a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
He is terrifying.
"No more through the window. I'll be gone soon."
Before you can entirely comprehend the statement and it's implications, your brain forms the word that leaves your mouth. "Gone?"
He simply smiles again, this time reaching his hands behind his head to abandon the mask he had come in with, and there he is. Cherubic features glowing under the street lamp light that flows in from your window. "I watched you live for a month. I watched you eat, sleep, undress, touch yourself. But you knew that right? Otherwise you wouldn't have put on such a show."
You attempt to struggle away from his grasp in disgust at his words but he holds you tight in front of him. "But that's alright. I'll tell you the truth because I hate liars. I liked knowing that you were doing it all for me. I wanted nothing more than to cleanse Gotham, to give them true salvation, but you put a dent into that plan. You became a distraction that I foolishly indulged." The soft light is hitting his features just right. He looks like an angel in devils' clothing. And his tight grip is right back to a gentle caress. His hand reaches the small of your back and you're sucking in a shrill breath.
His kiss is soft, inexperienced. Much like the other times you had kissed. But he is treating you like glass that might break. You think it might be the first time you've seen him relax enough to be seen as a particularly gentle being. He's ditched his looming, arrogant behavior you're so used to just to show you his utmost affection. It's the first time you have seen him like this since the first time you had kissed.
But some part of you is burning. He's not your prince charming. You know exactly what he is capable of, you've seen it. You're not glass. You're not a damsel. This is a man who has watched you undress for him through your window for weeks. This is a man who has killed. And it shouldn't bring heat into your core the way it does. Perhaps it's the thrill of the danger.
You kiss him so hard that your teeth clash. It stuns him as his hand lifts from your body momentarily before finding purchase at your hips. He's inexperienced, but the desperation coming from both of you is enough to cover it up.
The warmth and weight of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. The little sparks of guilt and shame that flash in your stomach are quickly subdued by his nimble fingers caressing under your nightgown and up your thighs to hook in the waistband of your panties. You can't help the pathetic moan that escaped your mouth as he slowly drags the fabric down your legs.
"I wanted to do it right. Wanted to take you to that diner, buy your food, take you home, and act like I hadn't thought about fucking you into your mattress every single night."
It's almost strange to see him on his knees. He has built himself up to be godlike. You were sure he wouldn't mind you on your knees in front of him. Absolutely worshipping him. The warmth of his tongue swiping over you has your thoughts lurching, and yes, god, he is divine.
"But it would be wrong to pretend to be someone I am not. I'm not a liar."
You can't help but tangle your fingers into his beautifully unkept hair and pull. He is ravishing you. Sinking two fingers into you until you feel the heavenly curl right into the spot that makes you whimper. "Eddie-" He swallows your moans in a desperate openmouthed kiss. His fingers are working you open, you can feel tightness build in your stomach. Like a rubber band ready to snap. But it's ripped away from you as he pulls his fingers out of you and swiftly pushes you to the bed. The sounds of his belt buckle coming undone has your heart racing faster than it already was, your stomach fluttering.
He buries himself inside of you with no hesitation, no time to adjust. It hurts and his inexperience is noticeable, but the look of bliss on his face and his slight whimpers has you ready to cum before you've even started.
You're gripping onto the back of the green leather parka, reminding yourself of who you're with. Who you're letting fuck you right now. But those green eyes bring you back to all those times he'd flash a slight smile your way in the office. He'd try to hide it but you're the only person he showed fondness towards in that hell hole of a workplace. Thinking back to the night he had kissed you has tears welling up in your eyes again. He notices.
He slows his pace momentarily, letting his short thrusts turn into long drags. A gloved hand wipes tears away once again and you meet his concerned gaze.
"Does this not make you happy?"
Your hands move to cradle his face. A move that he's certainly not used to as his thrust halt for a moment in surprise. "I am happy. But what comes after this? Am I supposed to ignore you and pretend I know nothing about you? That I feel nothing for you?" He stops his movements completely now. The room has fallen silent apart from the heavy breathing between you two.
"I have to mean nothing to you. Momentarily."
You knew the answer before you asked the question, but it hurts just as bad anyway. You don't take your eyes off his. The Riddler's facade is cracking before your eyes, you can see his eyes becoming glossy. It's almost like he's turned into a completely different person. He kisses you. Deeply, but not rough. There's so much pent up feeling behind it, you could sob even harder. But you don't and he keeps kissing you as he resumes his movements.
You're not using any protection, but you're too blissed out to care. You crave that feeling of warmth. "Eddie- I-"
His hips start to stutter as he cuts you off and buries his face in your neck. " I love you- please God- just say it back to me. Tell me you love me." You hold his face in your hands guiding his gaze to meet yours again. "Edward, I love you."
That's all it takes for him to fall apart. His whimpers and cries are like music to your ears and the feeling of warmth as he releases everything he has into you is blissful. You both have to take a second to recover, foreheads pressed together. But eventually he rolls off of you carefully and tucks himself back into his pants. The silence is deafening. You said it to push him over the edge, but was it true that you loved him? The idea of falling in love with Edward was easy in your mind, in a perfect world the idea of settling down somewhere else and waking up next to him felt good. But this wasn't a perfect world. Edward killed people, powerful people, and the chance that he'd get away without paying for it was slim.
"I'm gonna turn myself in in a couple of days."
"Okay."
"You should leave Gotham. It's not going to be safe for you here. If the cops ask you're visiting a friend in Bludhaven."
His hand grips yours as he looks at you.
"I promise if I ever get out, I'll find you."
━━━━
You do as he asked of you. Got a hotel in Bludhaven and in the next couple of nights you watched the television endlessly, waiting to see his face. The night you finally did, you cried yourself to sleep, gripping the hotel sheets as you buried your face into your pillow.
But you held yourself together and did as Edward asked.
When the man in the bat suit showed up at your hotel door a week after the flood you give your best answers.
"I'm visiting a friend, but the flood has kept me in town."
"No, I didn't know him well, we just worked together."
"I mean he was a little strange, but I never thought he would murder someone."
“I would never have expected it to be him.”
"I hope he gets the help he needs."
#edward nashton#dano!riddler#dano riddler#paul dano riddler#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x you#dano!riddler x reader#paul dano#danonation#the batman#edward nashton smut#edward nashton fluff#edward nashton ily forever -abram#gonna log off for the night to keep my nerves down i think
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Hunted
Ominis x Reader (You)
Warning: Mature, slightly Nfsw, Minors DNI
Summary: Your underestimation of Ominis puts him in a foul mood and he ready to do whatver it takes to prove you wrong and put you in your place.
Classes were over for the day as you, Ominis and Sebastian hung out in the library, spending time wroking on your assignments and chatting about days.
"I swear Weasly put something in that potion, otherwise it wouldnt have blown up in our faces" Sebastian complained.
"Honestly, Sebastian, I would think you'd be smart enough not to leave your cauldron alone with Gareth Weasly. That boy's a menace, " Ominis stated in amusment.
"Well its not like I can keep an eye on him all the time! Besides I was literally gone for 30 seconds"!
Ominis rolled his eyes "I wouldnt even trust him with 5 seconds"
You huffed out a laugh hearing the two talk before Sebastian turned towards you with accusatory glare.
"Wait a minute. You had potions with me today, you literally sat right behind us. Did you see him doing anything funny? "
You pressed your lips and tried to answer as nonchalantly as you could.
"No".
"Your lying" Ominis calls out.
Your jaw dropped before you tried to defend yourself
"Wha- No! I am not, I-"
Ominis rested his head in palms, almost looking bored.
"Your a terrible liar Y/N"
"You cant prove it" You accused.
Ominis' hands were quick to reach out across the desk, finding your hands immediately before wrapping around your wrist and finding the pulse point. His finger applied a little pressure, making you tense up as you watched the boy's lips tug at the corner.
He sighs with a small smile on his lips "Its sometimes painful how obvious you could be"
You blushed and pulled away, rubbing your wrists where Ominis touched you. "That not fair! I just...have a fast heartrate okay"
Sebastian slammed his palms in the table before Ominis could reply and inched closer to your face with a glare "Y/N I swear if you helped that little twat in getting me detention today I will literally-"
"Okay, okay! I am sorry! I owed Garrett a favor, and he really needed a fwooper feather today so..I may have gave it to him today, at..the exact time you left your cauldron" You vibisbly shrunk in your chair givijg him a nervous smile but all you saw was his eyes twitch and his fists clench up on the table.
"I- I didnt know he was going to put that feather in the cauldron at that moment! I had just managed to get out of Professor sharp ingredients closet without being seen and had to quickly to give it to him so Sharp wouldnt see me. I am sorry. " You apologized sincerely, and upon seeing your face, you noticed sebastian features softened before he slumped down on his chair with a heavy sigh swiping his face with his hands.
"Im gonna fucking kill him " he muttered.
You smiled sheepishly and turned around to rummage through your bag before placing a jar on the table.
"What have you got there?"Ominis asked curiously upon hearing the sound of the glass jar hit the table.
"Lace wing flies for Sebastian" you replied.
Sebastian furrowed his brows in confusion "For me"?
You nodded "Yup. For your troubles. I was in sharps closet anyway and I heard you needed lacewings., he has a lot of them so he wont notice one jar gone. I know your short on them so no need to buy them or make a trip all the way out of the castle to catch them either"
Sebastian tackled you in a tight hug before exclaiming "Ugh your an angel. I take back what I say your forgiven"!
You laughed and pulled away "Least I can do after hearing you got detention today"
Sebastian groaned "Weasly is SO in for it"
"Wait, so not only did you manage to sneak into Sharp closet, but you got out of there with two ingredients completely unseen?" Ominis raises a brow
You shrug, turning towards Ominis "I mean, yeah..it wasn't that hard to be quite frank"
Sebastian raises his brows in disbelief "Wasnt that hard? I literally see him walk in and out of that closet at least a hundred times today! How did you not to get caught"?
You smirked. "You can't catch me. If I wanted, I can disappear so well you won't even detect my presence"
"Is that so" Sebastian smirked in amusment.
You gave a teasing grin and replied "Its a gift".
Ominis began drumming his fingers against the table lightly with an unreadable expression.
He gazed at you as if he could see you, his eyes purposfully moving around and glancing at certain spots within where you were sitting.
You couldnt help but notice as Sebastian began to ramble on about the book he found in the restricted section yesterday.
A hint of amusment evident in Ominis face, he lazily twirled his quill around while gazing in your direction.
What was he looking at? It felt stupid to wonder about that kind of question since he's blind, but the way his eyes moved over you didn't look random, he was purposely studying something about you.
Your eyes soon followed from his fingers up to his face when you slightly flinch at the sight. His own cloudy set looks right back at you as if he can see you.
Somehow you were hypnotized. Ominis eyes were always faced down when talking to anyone so you enver got to look into them this closely.
They were beautiful.
Unable to look away, the two of you stare at each other until Sebastian clears his throat, snapping you out.
"Hellooo, are you even listening"? he asks, looking between the two of you. You answered before Ominis could and continued to talk with Sebastian, now unaware that Ominis eyes were still on you.
Your little statement about being hard to catch caught his attention. Since he was positive, the easiest person to find in this castle was you. He's sure not for others but for him anyway.
Unbeknownst to most Ominis senses has always preceded others to compensate for his blindness. His smell, hearing, and taste were always for sensitive naturally. But what very few people knew, or rather what only sebastian knew was his ability to see and track the traces of magic. Every witch and wizard in this castle had traces that were each unique in its own magical way.
Even without his wand, he could detect the masses of others very easily due to this ability. The traces appeared to ominis in clusters of bright or faint light. Some were dull and hard to catch, while others were bright and easy to see.
Magic folk always had traces even from the simplest charms they performed in their everyday lives.
But you were different.
When you walked into sorting ceremony, he instantly sought it out and found you.
The unique complexity of your magic was too hard to ingore and too bright to look away. It was sometimes warm, sometimes cold, and other times a little dark. But never dull. It was...beautiful.
Just like you.
Even without your magic, your gentle voice always attracted him to you as if you were a siren. Your scent was subtle, but he couldn't get enough of it. And your touch.
They were reassuring in a way that no other touch could make him feel.
Ominis was baffled with your presence at times. He didnt want to admit he needed you every where he went. But he did. He often found himself annoyed or unreasonablely angry if someone asked for your audience or help. You had enough on your plate without these other students asking for unessary favors.
But you being you were always polite. He could hear the smile on your face and the compassion in your voice.
And somehow, your courage to keep everyone safe by fighting poachers or goblins had made him even more awestruck. He's never met someone like you. So kind, understanding, and balanced, unlike him.
You were an angel to those who deserved it or a venamous snake ready to pounce to those who didn't.
He tried to convince himself that that you weren't perfect. Surely you had flaws.
But for goodness sake, even your flaws were perfect. The way you were such a klutz sometimes, your lame jokes that cheered him up more than the funny ones or how you always went out of your way to get him on broom to fly with you.
He was angry with himself most of the days for letting you invade his mind like this. You were all he ever thought about waking up in the morning and going to bed. It was unhealthy and obsessive. But he kept coming back for more as if there wasn't an ounce of displine left in him.
And now, after finding out you possessed such powerful ancient magic, you invaded his senses from left right and center until all he heard, touched, and felt was you.
It was overwhelming and possessive.
Even if you were located in the deepest corner of this castle, he was positive he could find you. Like a moth to a flame.
"Well growing up, I always played hide and seek with my friends, and no seeker has ever been able to find me until they had to give up" you chuckled speaking of those memories with fondess.
Your story brought Ominis back into the conversation as he continued to listen quietly.
"So you're saying if we were to play this little game of hide and seek right now, we wouldn't be able to find you?" Sebastian challenged.
"Oh, with you two? I am positive" You grinned.
Sebastian smirked before looking at Ominis "I dont know. Ominis here is VERY good at seeking people out"
Ominis frowned at Sebastian, not wanting to draw attention to his abilities.
You looked at Ominis and then Sebastian confused "But..Ominis cant see"?
Sebastian chuckled "Oh trust me, he sees more then any of us"
Ominis slightly kicked him under the table to tell him to shut up, but now you were curious.
"What does he mean Ominis"?
Ominis sat up a little at your voice and cleared his throat "Nothing, Sebastian just joking-"
"Ominis here can track people better then any tracker I've ever seen. And you my dear are probably the easiest to track for him, " Sebastian finished cutting Ominis off.
Ominis gritted his teeth, reminding himself to hex Sebastian as soon as they were alone.
You frowned deeply at the claim, a little offended. "What does that mean"?
"It means Ominis here possesses a certain skill set that could help him find exactly where you are in this castle. If I were you, I wouldn't underestimate him, " Sebastian explained giddlily.
"Goodness knows how many times he found me halfway across the castle before I could leave the grounds."
"You mean sneaking out? Yeah, plenty of times. " Ominis rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"How..extactly do you do that, Ominis?" you asked curiously.
Ominis sighed with smile "Nothing to concern yourself with darling"
You narrowed your eyes, his vague reply now definitely offended. They cant just say stuff like that and not give you an answer, especially after you bragged about you never getting caught.
Now you had to know. You prided yourself in your ability to be stealthy. Hell, you even broke into the heqdmasters quarters one day just to ranksak his room for fun. There is no way Ominis can truly find you if you hid. There is no way...right?
And now his dismisive reply only fired you up.
"Say Ominis, how about we play a little game then"? You asked determinedly.
Ominis face shone with amusement "What game would you be referring to"?
He already knew you werent going to let this go.
"A game of hide and seek of course"
He huffed out a laugh and slowly sat up in his chair, now completely facing you.
You were annyoed at his nonchalance but didnt show it.
"Well now that I hear about this ability of your, we simply have to put it to the test" you smiled.
"Is that so"?
You didn't miss the challenge evident in his tone, and neither did Sebastian seem to stay quiet.
Matching his energy, you sat up in your chair as well, facing his foggy eyes with a confidence that you were sure could be felt. "Yes. As a matter of fact, if I left right now and gave you two days to find me, you wouldn't be able to even if I walk right by you in and out of my classes"
Ominis face darkened at your arrogant tone. It was calm, but the kind of calm you see before the storm which you know is coming.
Right this moment, he wanted nothing else but to bend you over this desk and reprimand for taking that tone with him. But he opted to clench his fists until his knuckles were white and think of all things he could do when he caught you.
If it's one thing Ominis wouldn't back down from, it's a challenge. And especially if that challenge gave him the opportunity to witness your humility after he'd beaten you.
You wouldn't ever admit it, but something about the way he was staring at you made you feel something. A little flutter in your stomach that made you clench your thighs at the excitement. You weren't just merely curious anymore. You simply HAD to know if he could ever catch you.
You were quite aware of the effect he had on you. The urge to push his buttons and see how he would react, the urge to challenge him and see far he would go. Ominis was a reserved guy always opting to hide his skills instead of showing them, but you knew he was talented beyond belief and made it your mission to see every one of them whether he liked it or not. It was always the quiet one with the surprises, and you absolutely loved surprises.
"4 hours".
"What"?
"Give me four hours to find you, wherever you decide to hide in this entire castle"
His confidence dropped your jaw and rendered you speechless.
Only 4 hours?!
A little panic was set in your brain at his claim. This castle is huge. And you hide anywhere you want. Was he that confident in his skills?
Ominis grin only widened upon sensing your hesitance. "Is that too long? Very well then how about two hours"?
You almost choked on your spit and looked at Sebastian with widened eyes.
Sebastian couldnt help but grin with excitement. "Oh this is good. This is brilliant. Y/N vs The Ominis Gaunt"
Ominis frowned slightly at the interference of his friend.
This was personal and both you and Ominis knew it.
"Dont you have detention to get to right now Sebastian" Ominis reminded.
Sebastian face fell and groaned at the realization "Ugh, bollocks"
You gave a lopsided smile and patted Sebastian arms in reassurance. "Good luck with Weasly. And try not to kill him, PLEASE"
Sebastian chuckled "No promises"
You shook your head in amusment as you witness him packing his belongings. Before he left the table, he turned towards Ominis with a menacing grin "Go easy on her Ominis, she looks a little scared"
Your hands flew to hit Sebastian in the arm with a glare, curseing him for exposing you.
Sebastian barked out a laugh before grabbing his bag and leaving the two of you in the library. "Have fun you two, oh and Y/N do let me know what happens"
You cursed at him under your breath once again and looked at the clock.
It was almost curfew time, which would leave you no choice but to run around the castle past curfew.
"Ominis, it almost curfew, I dont think we can-"
"All the more fun then" Ominis interrupted.
"Surely you can manage to sneak past a couple of prefects"
You gasped in delight, "Ominis?! I didnt know you had it in you to break the rules like this. Sebastian a bad influence, isn't he"? You teased.
Ominis scoffed at your tone "Thats all Ive ever been doing ever since the day you entered this castle"
You giggled. "Well then, I reckon this will be a much bigger challenge for you then, won't it?"
"Perhaps you should worry more about what I could do if I caught you," he tried to hide the malice in his tone.
Your glared at him ignoreing the goosebumps on your skin "What would I have to be afraid of Ominis? Surely your not referring to yourself"?
A menacing smirk appeared on his face as he sat there, choosing not to reply to your comment.
Ominis knew you were anxious enough already. And boy, was he going make you terrified.
You felt the ominous feeling and stood up from you chair starting to pack your things.
You two had better get a move if you were hoping to finish this game early enough not to get into trouble.
Ominis packed his things up as well and tried his best to hide his anticipation. His mind was racing with dizzying thoughts on how to approach this and how he would catch you.
The hunger of it all was unbearable, and he was grateful you couldn't read his mind.
"Let shake on it then"
Ominis heard the girl say and shuffle towards him. His hand reached out to hers and enveloped them. She shook her hands and attempted to pull away but alas...
He couldnt help it. Just a little taste, he'd convinced himself.
Ominis gripped your hands and tugged firmly, causing you to yelp and crash into his chest.
Feeling his other hand slither around your waist, you looked up at the guy in shock.
Ominis, on the other hand, relished the proximity, which did little to satiate his desire. But he needed to mask it so he didn't scare you off.
Your eyes moved back forth in panic between his even though he couldn't see you
"What are you doing..."
Ominis leaned down to the side of your face, his lips brushing against the side of your face and gliding upwards until they found the tip of your ears.
You gasped at the sensation that made you arch closer to him.
His fingers lazily rubbed small circles on top of yours while you gripped his hands harder and whispered, "What are you doing Ominis"?
Ominis fought the urge to bite your lobes and merely hovered over your ears. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me, darling?"
Your chest was moving erractically no doubt being felt by Ominis pressed against you.
His arms instinctively pulled you in closer if that was even possible, and now all you could feel was his hard chest and the hot warmth that seeped into your skin.
"We could always call it quits if you're too scared." Ominis was slowly losing his self-control. His lips moved slightly downwards to press an open-mouthed kiss against her jaw.
"O-ominis" you whimpered.
Fuck. You couldn't control yourself either. This was surreal to you.
"Yes darling" his breath was heavy on your skin, making you shiver. His hands let go your yours to wrap around his other on your waist and pulling up against him in order to get better access to your neck.
You hands flew around his neck to stead yourself before his lips pressed into your neck harshly.
Whimpers escaped your mouth as he bit your neck and swiped his tongue firmly over the bruise before repeating it. One of his hands ran up your spine before gently gripping your neck and pulling it back to access more skin.
You allowed him before he dove down to your throat with a searing kiss.
Your body jolted when you felt his canines in the middle of your neck now completely at his mercy. Heat was quickly pooling in your stomach, and you could feel his eagerness down there with how closely you were pressed against him.
Ominis concious kept yelling at him to back off before he completely lost it. Anymore of this, and he would truly find himself pushing you on this desk and taking you right then and there.
But fuck, you felt so good.
His lips pressed kisses up your throat until finally they were infront of your lips.
Ominis knew if he kissed you there was no going back.
But you couldn't let it happen like this. Not now.
You tried gather enough self control and shoved him back, which unfortunately pushed you back further then it did him, but nonetheless, now you were facing each other, flushed, disheveled and completely incoherent.
You gulped and pointed a finger straight on his chest "Catch me if you can Gaunt"
At the sound of your determined tone, Ominis grinned widely before taking your finger at his chest turning it over.
He bought the palm up his lips and pressed a kiss.
You swear your poor heart is about explode when he replied " I give you my word..."
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making their own subscription streaming service was incredibly stupid, however i do think the people calling those working at watcher rich simply have 0 idea just how fucking EXPENSIVE it is to not just live in LA, but rent out a separate filming space, not even including the equipment and all the people they need to pay.
and i don't understand the take that they shouldn't have so many employees anyways, because i thought we all agreed that more employees = not overworking a small team = better? this decision is stupid and there are very clear arguments against it, but this isn't one of them.
to be as charitable as i can be, in their minds, they're probably trying to make this money not just because youtube doesn't pay well and is entirely unreliable, among other complaints, but because they don't want to fire anyone because those are their friends, and putting your friends out of a job just sucks for everyone involved. even if everyone acts like mature proffessional adults about it, it's not a fun process. they want to avoid that. they SHOULD just accept the situation for what it is, but it's understandable imo why they are trying so hard to avoid it.
they want to make the stuff they want to make, they want to be paid decently for it, they want to make sure their friends are paid decently and have stable income. none of that is inherently bad. this is just the entirely wrong way to go about it. i sincerely think it's not necessarily about greed, more that on paper it sounded far more practical than it actually is, and if they'd discussed it with anyone outside the team they would have seen how dumb it is. the fact is, it doesn't matter how much a subscription costs, there are infinitely more people unwilling to pay a fucking monthly fee than there are people willing to pay even $1 to access shit they already had free access to.
also, i see yall saying incredibly racist shit about Steven in response to this, and it's entirely blatant and disgusting. you do not need to play into anti-asian stereotypes when criticizing someone. this is undeniably a shitty move, there's 0 reason to not hold them all equally accountable when it's clear they all came to a consensus on this. you are, of course, being the easiest on Shane, the white guy of the team. cut that out.
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♠︎bill kaulitz(2010) x male reader(nsfw)
♠︎genre: smut
♠︎warning(s): subtop bill, bill obviously whimpers like what, unintentional edging, begging, praising, yall fuck in a car, bill gets a lil sad, bill and reader are considered rivals, reader is a little (A LOT) bit full of himself, um if you have a shaved head or something here you dont(dw hair type isnt mentioned bae🤞🏾), ik when smart phones were made its just satisfying to write about them, spit as lubricant
♠︎a/n: yall the way im way more happy writing for tokio hotel
♠︎extra: this is long, official smut starts at about paragraphs 13-14
your band and tokio hotel were considered 'rival bands' you didn't necessarily like eachother, especially you and bill. bill loved your singing, your voice was beautiful but the thing is that's what you bragged about.
each interview you would tell the public how much of a better singer you were, and how you didn't need your band. you apologized for the band part though, you loved your band and the joke came out wrong.
but you didn't apologize about the bill part, and even if you did you wouldn't mean it for shit. you didn't like bill because thing is, you were mostly upset because you did think bill was better at singing.
it was just a thing that happened and it started the rivalry in a way. but of course, few things happened. got a little tipsy, touchy, and in the end it wasn't just a one time thing.
later on, an interview between you and bill would come sooner or later. some nosy journalists would want to know of the two of you and your relationship. it wouldn't go as planned though the both of you knew that.
the people cheered for the two of you as you walked down the middle of the crowd, sitting down on the cushions of the individual chairs. then, the interviewer had walked in, sitting in front of the both of you.
"gosh, can't believe i was able to get the two of you on here." everyone laughed of course, hell if they hadn't known about ya'll than yes it is considered a miracle.
"yeah, yeah i guess so." you smiled crossing your legs on the wooden table, in which bill slid them off himself. he's already had enough of you. "so, um of course i'd like to ask how are the two of you? ever since a few months ago we haven't heard of your supposed 'rivalry'." he chuckled making air quotes with his hand,
god he really was nosy. "oh, well i would say-" you cut bill off, "i would stay i don't like him much, hate even." you didn't mean it obviously, it was just an on screen act obviously. hate is a really strong word but it just came out just to keep that image to the public eye.
"hate?" you nodded, "that's what rivals are right?" bill also nodded, his face having a forced smile as he just laughed it off. he knew it was just for others to keep the rumors or whatever going but to him it seemed so sincere.
did you actually hate him? with that, a few more questions were asked that were mostly answered by you, bill was thinking too much and seemed out of it. soon the show was ended and you and bill were walking back to the car.
the driver would be a while, a long while maybe. you sat in the back as bill sat in with you, a little close but it was usual to you. you were typing something up on your phone, it frustrated bill a little that you thought there was nothing wrong with what you said.
his hand went to play with your hair, not in any type of way just playing with it. "did you mean what you said?" you hummed before answering. " 'bout what," he shrugged his finger trailing down your side, now playing with the jewels on your belt. "hating me." scoffing, you flipped your phone down looking over at him.
"what? no, why would–" he had cut you off this time, turning your body over in a position where he was in between your legs, the look on his face was a mixture of sadness and anger, little bit of lust in there as well.
"seemed like you did.." his voice was a little more strained sounding now, his lips came in contact with the thin skin of your neck, placing light kisses on it along with a few bites as well. "hey– bill we can't do this right now." you tried to push him off of you but he kept pushing himself back. "please..i need to know."
his face had changed into a begging look, his fingers slowly working on your belt. you sighed rolling your eyes, "go on." he licked his lips, unraveling the belt out of your jeans loops, his hands then moving to the buttons of them unzipping them along then letting them slide off your legs and onto the cars floor.
you took a quick breath watching him play with the hem of your boxers before placing them with your jeans as well. "if we get caught i swear to god.." bill started to work on his own belt, his erection already throbbing out of need just for you.
"uh-huh," he wasn't listening for shit, he was only left in the black mixed sweater and his necklaces but he took those off too, weirdly quick. if he wasn't about to gather saliva in his mouth you would have thought he would go in raw, but no he cared about you too much for that.
he let himself push the spit out as it landed onto his tip, his thumb spreading it over as he continued to make sure the rest of his length was ready enough for you. "fuck.." he flinched a small bit feeling himself get lost in his own pleasure as he did so,
making you grab the back of his neck so he looked right at you. "bill, i don't have all day 'cmon." he quickly nodded grabbing your hips and pulling you down a small bit your hands resting on the seat, and bills neck.
slowly, he had pushed himself in a shakey whimper bubbling past his lips as his hands tightened on you a bit. "just like that.." his head rested on your shoulder as he bottomed out on you biting his lip.
he loved the praise from you, it was amazing how you could sound rude and caring at the same time he enjoyed it. "bill." you whispered in his ear before he lifted himself up moving his hips back then snapping them foward.
"fuck— bill!" you loved your voice but he loved it more, the way you would scream for him or whisper to him telling him what to do it was like true love to him, which it better be. " 'm sorry.." he truly was but that didn't change anything. he only stopped for a moment,
before continuing on. he had only spat on his dick yet it still hurt and felt good at the same time, the semi-wet slaps against skin mixed with the small rocking noises of the car. he had been abusing right at your g-spot, making you almost see stars.
"shit– you're doing so good.." your hands smacked the back of the window, curling onto nothing making prints that you'd have to try and hide later on.
"mh..fuck (m/n).." his hair had gotten disheveled already, beads of sweat dripping on the sides of his temples, as you smiled a little looking at him. "so pretty.." all movements stopped when hearing the car doors unlock.
"god dammit..bill, move off." bill sulked as you made him pull out. "but i was almost there.." you hurried getting your pants on along with your belt throwing bill his clothes as well.
"we can finish later." bill put on his sweater and his pants as he looked outside seeing the driver walk out the building. "promise?" "yes! yes, i promise. get your necklaces on."
as long as no one outside snitched about the car obviously rocking then you'd be fine.
hopefully.
OMFG i finally like the endinggg(if u dont idc) @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @secretivemessenger @esthxio @vyloy @lostsomewhereinthegarden @reallyromealone @bloodyfennec (babe..come back😭)
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vows [kuroo tetsurō]
notes: based off of kuroo’s background and well, my own. one of the reasons why i love kuroo sm is bc i resonate with him and his childhood. seeing how he grows beyond that is so admirable though. so this is so self indulgent yall are pretty much at our wedding so 🤕‼️
“what are you doing? get out!” you squeal, seeing your fiancé, kuroo tetsurō enter the room you're in. you quickly move to hide from his view, tugging on your dress to conceal it.
“relax, my eyes are closed.” he assures, honoring said tradition of not looking at you—his bride.
you glance from behind the wall and surely enough, kuroo has his eyes squinted shut. he curses softly when feeling his way around and nearly trips on something lying on the ground.
you don’t hesitate to run out to steady him, worried that he’ll fall over. you don’t want to explain how you need to take the groom to the hospital on your wedding day.
“what brings you here?” you ask, still grasping onto his large, calloused hands. he squeezes them tightly in return.
kuroo swallows thickly, “rumor has it that the bride is getting cold feet,” he looks down at where he presumes your face is, “is that true?”
your eyes widen with shock, “n-no, of course not!”
he seems to be waiting for something, “but?”
you’re silent for a moment and look to your feet.
“but i’m scared. god, tetsu, im terrified right now.” you tell him, your voice trembling slightly.
he pulls you closer to him, his body warmth enveloping you and providing comfort. “i’m scared too. you think i know the first thing about how any of this is supposed to work? look at my parents.” he jokes.
“and look at mine.” you say, both of you laughing.
both of you come from rough backgrounds growing up. neither of your parents remained together, the years of arguing and yelling deeply imbedded in both of your fleshes. it’s easy to think that something that happened to you when you were so young wouldn’t have an effect on your later life, but you were wrong. having rarely any sign of good relationships in your lives you wondered: is love even real?
“i don’t…what if we don’t stay together?” you blurt. “what if we hate each other so much we can’t stand the sight of one another?”
“no,” he blurts, “i could never hate you. so that’s impossible.”
“i would never hate you either, but,” he covers your mouth, stopping you.
when you look up at him you notice there are tears coming out of his eyes despite being squeezed shut. you wipe them away gently.
“i don’t know what to say, im not the best with words. but…” he leans in your touch, collecting his words.
“if you’re willing to give your all for our relationship the same way i am, what more do we have to lose? we can only do so much about the future, and that’s not to say i expect something bad to happen.” his tears wet your hands now. “but i love you so fucking much i’d die for you. i’d give you anything so i think it’s fucking impossible for me to stop loving you. if i ever do, i’ve been kidnapped and replaced with a clone.”
you laugh, tears transpiring on your eyes as he speaks. “i’d die for you too, tetsu. i’m willing to give anything and all for you as well, and even in death i would never part from you.”
“good, or i’d haunt you.” he cackles when you punch his arm.
“i know that may not be the answer you’re looking for but we’ve come a long way. i’ve waited for this day…since we were kids.” he speaks softly, his slight sternness returning. even without him looking at you, you feel the sincerity in his voice.
kuroo tetsurō is always a man of his words. you’ve seen and known that forever. despite only having a dad, he’s allowed himself to be gentle, to be caring and nurturing. to be vulnerable in a way most men struggle with. of course it wasn’t easy—it still isn’t. but he’s always said that he’s been thankful that you’d been there, just in the same way he was there for you. you didn’t grow up with the best father figure, and he was barely present. your mother worried endlessly about what type of person you’d end up with and kuroo having to plop in your lap like a present out of the sky was a gift beyond all gifts. you don’t know what you’d do without him.
“truthfully, i only want the best for you. and if…if letting you go provides you happiness then i can’t be selfish and not let you go.” kuroo says. “but, i don’t think we’ll ever reach that. part of marriage is fighting together right? never leaving each other behind?”
“right.” you whisper, snuggling into his chest.
he kisses the top of your head, his large hands holding your face gently and opens his eyes.
your face burns as he stares at you, stunned to silence. “you weren’t supposed to look.”
“i had to make sure you were okay.” he blinks and more tears fall, “and it seems you’re doing better than me.”
“barely.” you laugh, sniffling.
he smirks, sucking in his breath, “god, you’re so beautiful. have i told you that today? i don’t think i have, you’re beautiful.”
“you did in your good morning text, and on the phone with me earlier.” you roll your eyes, amused at how dramatic he is. “you tell me everyday.”
his eyes scan all over you repeatedly, eyes filled with love and adoration. “i hope you’re the last thing i see when i die so your image is forever engraved.” he says, hands fidgeting, “i would so kiss you right now, but i’ll wait until after the vows.”
“you’re not making it any easier with the sweet talking.” you pout, looking up at him. kuroo always looks handsome but something is different about today, besides his bed head being more well maintained, you wonder if the idea of kuroo as your husband makes him even more appealing and attractive.
and god, do you want to kiss him too.
“starin’ at me like you have a crush on me or something,” he jokes, cheeks flushing.
“maybe i do.” you reply, and before you can say anything else there’s a sharp knock on the door.
“crap, guess they found me.” he says, hearing yaku scream behind the door that ‘he knows kuroo is in the room’ and that he’s going to ‘kick his ass as soon as he busts down the door’.
“y-you snuck pass the security?” remembering kuroo snuck in hits you.
“if security is yamamoto and lev, then yes. kenma and tsukishima didn’t even try stopping me. they knew it was hopeless.” he boasts, puffing out his chest.
you giggle and push him towards the door. “well get out of here, trouble maker. yaku is about to huff puff and blow the door down.”
kuroo grabs your hand again, “so…are we okay?” he seems to be shy when he asks the question and it reminds you of six year old kuroo who shyly told you you’re pretty.
you squeeze his hand back. “of course. the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be reciting our vows.”
“feels like we just did that kinda, maybe we can skip that part—ow! okay, nevermind!” he rubs his shoulder where you slapped it. he looks back at you, anxious, “i’m going now. i love you.”
“love you too, tetsu.” you smile, moving back.
you both don’t really know how you’ll navigate marriage but the best part about all of that is not doing it alone. like your vows say, you two are the missing voids in each others hearts and you promise to keep it full. to love and cherish one another to the ends of the Earth.
so when you see kuroo again right in front of you, there’s no doubt in your mind that everything feels right.
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what the fuck is wrong with you 😭
you know I was totally with you until "he starts talking in a shu accent." BABE THAT CANNOT POSSIBLY BE ANYTHING BESIDES ABHORRENT RACISM??
wylan messing with jesper: "ching chong ling long 🥡🥢🥟🧧🧧🎋🍚🍚 tikki tikki tembo no sa rem bo i ruv rice🍚🍚 🥢" *gong sound affect like in a racist 80s sitcom*
too many people think its harmless to post ignorant shit like this online. I am begging you to think before you post. and yall in the 39 notes? I hope you're embarrassed too. this may not seem like a big deal to you but I cannot, in good faith, let this slide.
"Oh but OP isn't saying he's mocking ALL shu people, just kuwei!" It is never funny to mock ethnolects. And if you think this even makes it better you are just wrong. The joke is that kuwei is shu. that's it. And if you don't see the problem with that you seriously need to do some introspecting about how you perceive race and racism.
sincerely, a chinese person 😊 😊 peace and ruv
#'jesper is on the verge of collapse' yeah out of disappointment. i would be too if i had a racist white boy boyfriend#if this made you uncomfortable#good. thats the point. i hope it made you do some introspection#why do 90% of soc fans think racism is funny this is painful#WOULD IT PAIN YOU SO MUCH TO THINK BEFORE YOU POST??#bishangzoy#kuwei yul bo#six of crows#shadow and bone#fandom racism#wesper
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Girl, you are choosing the wrong hill to die on. You don't like abortion? Fucking great, don't get one. It's that simple. I dont know how tf you showed up on my tl, but I sincerely hope I never see your blog again. Forced pregnancy is a war crime and a crime against humanity (ICC in case you think im lying). But even if it weren't, if someone doesn't want to be pregnant, then they don't need to be pregnant. I cannot stand you and people like you. Don't get an abortion if you dont like them, but don't act like they're a bad thing or that the people that get them or bad. Why do you feel as though you get to dictate anything in my life or anyone else's? Who told you you were entitled to my body? If a fetus is a living human that deserves respect or what the hell ever yall say, then take it out of my body. Oh wait, you can't, because it is using my body to create itself. If I dont want to have a baby, then im not going to have a baby.
1) Next time anon, reblog and reply directly to the post that upset you, coward.
2) If your lazy ass actually took the time to read my blog, you'd have seen that I already addressed pretty much everything you brought up here.
3) You clearly don't understand how pregnancy works. All the fetus needs from you is shelter and nutrition. She does not "use" your body, YOUR body PROVIDES for her. She is a baby, she cannot impose her will upon your body, and it's really weird that you charactize her as having any agency in pregnancy when she can't even consent. She grows and develops using the nutrition provided by your body, she does not use any piece of your body to "create" her own body.
4) Yeah, I will die on this hill with the people you advocate to be murdered. Kim, there's people that are dying. I stand with them on this damned hill.
5) You saw my post because I used the right hashtags to convince the algorithm to show you it. I wanted to challenge you. You're welcome. You're blocked from my ask box, byyye
To my followers: I am trying out a new technique of "benevolent demoralization". I know it's not my usual polite and gracious tone, but I think it's important to show you all examples of how to knock pro-aborts down a few pegs, especially when you know they're engaging you in bad-faith.
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Bond to Happen Part 9
Part 9: Game Night with Billy
Warnings: fantastical racism, shitty controlling laws, Billy Russo
Word Count: 4300ish
Author's note: I'm 50k words into the rough draft and needed to share some fluff with yall to make up for all the angst that I've been writing. To make sure everyone's aware, Billy Russo is a warning throughout this story for a reason. He is still canon adjacent. If you have questions or want to check and make sure the direction of this story won't be triggering for you, feel free to message me. This chapter is mostly fluff though so enjoy.
You become increasingly close with Billy, speeding past a working relationship and sliding right into a friendship like you had with Frank or Karen. It actually concerned you how much you trusted him. To be fair, he’d never broken that trust. He only ever exceeded your expectations as a boss and a friend. Sometimes you start to think that maybe there is some weight to Karen’s words. Maybe Billy did care about you in more than the perfunctory way a boss cares for their employee, or a casual friend cares about another friend.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, throwing your phone across the room and onto the bean bag in your office. A knock on the door has you wiping tears off your cheeks quickly. “Come in,” you try to say clearly.
“You okay?” Billy asked grinning before the smile dropped from his face. “Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart?”
“They repealed the Witch’s Right to Privacy act, effective immediately.” You try to keep the emotion from your voice.
“Shit, Blue, I’m sorry,” Billy said sincerely, closing the door behind him.
“It’s so stupid, their definition of witch doesn’t even make sense. It is so fucking subjective, there’s so much variation in biology and brain chemistry that it’s impossible to separate witches from fucking differentials! And that title makes the difference between having the freedom to exist?” Welp, so much for staying calm.
“Go on,” Billy encourages your rant, sitting down on the rocking chair next to your bean bag.
“Now anyone can ask about magic use and witches have to answer. Not only that, but choices based on magic usage or suppressants or binding are going to go straight back to the states. Anyone who wants a witch trophy wife can submit their blood to the Witch Bureau of Investigation and if they match and have a certain income level and record, they can petition to marry them without the witch’s consent under the Guardian Law. Fucking Alabama had trigger laws in place and are already preparing to make mandatory binding for any witch who has committed a ‘magic based infraction’ unless they bond themselves to a government approved guardian!”
“What does ‘magic based infraction’ even mean?” Billy asks incredulously, prompting you to continue.
“Nothing! It is purposely vague and left up to the states and courts to really define. If a witch uses magic and a normie sees them and feels ‘unsafe’, even if the witch was minding their own business, that can be considered human harassment. But the vamps are still feeding in public, wolves shift and fight in broad daylight, and incubi seduce at fucking Starbucks, and all of that is okay. It’s the fucking sexism of the term ‘witch’ and the classism of the ageless that has all of this happening. Next thing you know, they are going to start burning us again.” You swallow sobs as tears start dripping from your cheeks.
Billy jumps up and crosses the room to you, hands fluttering around like he wants to hug you, but isn’t sure how you’d receive it. He clenches his fists at his sides and says,” I will never let that happen, Blue. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. You are not alone in this.”
His brown eyes are so dark and intense that they flash black, catching your gaze and trapping it with his own. You feel the urge to reach out and touch him, to ground yourself. You want to let him make you feel safe in more ways than one. Instead, you choose to shove your hands into your back pockets to help you resist the temptation.
“Thank you, Billy, that means a lot to me.”
“Of course, sweetheart. You wanna take the rest of the day off?”
“Don’t you need me?” You ask, wiping your face once again. You want to stay, but you’re just so tired and crying has given you a headache.
“We don’t have anything time sensitive to do today. Go home, watch a movie, take some time for yourself.”
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“Frank, what do you think about me inviting Russo to game night?” You spontaneously ask one Thursday afternoon. Finishing your reports early in the day, you’d decided to hang out in Frank’s office for a bit, waiting for him to head out with you to game night at Matt’s apartment.
“I don’t know, kid. You can try, but he’ll probably say no,” Frank says without looking up from his laptop.
You bounce the ball from your hand to the wall again.
“Would you be okay if I did, though, even if it’s just in the spirit of inclusion?”
“Sure, kid. But I’m betting he gives you a hard pass. Can you even picture him sitting down and playing a board game? I don’t think he’s done it in years.” Frank gives a dismissive laugh. For whatever reason, it bothers you. Billy is probably the closest thing Frank has to family, besides Curtis. Sometimes you worry that underneath the charm and confidence, Russo might be lonely. You knew he didn’t have any blood family, at least not that he ever talks about, so you felt the urge to include him in your little found family.
“What do I get if he agrees to come?” You say, not really thinking through your plan. Frank finally looks up from his computer, face contemplative.
“If you can get him to actually show up and stay, for at least an hour, you can choose the music when we drive down to the new training site next week.”
“The whole drive? No complaining?” You’re invested now, Frank never let you pick the music for anything and this site was maybe 2 or so hours away.
“I reserve the right to complain a little bit, but yeah, whole trip up. But-” he pauses, building suspense. “If he says no, or if he doesn’t stay for at least an hour, you start self defense training and I pick the music.”
You grimace, you’d been avoiding self defense training like the plague. Matt had gotten on you about it first when he realized that your only defense in a dangerous situation was your limited supply of magic. You’d wiggled your way out of that conversation, promising not to be more careful and repeating that you didn’t really put yourself in harm’s way that often anymore. Frank had been appalled when he found out that could barely throw a solid punch and couldn’t disarm an attacker without your abilities. You’d told him the same thing you’d told Matt, but he hadn’t left it alone. He was always trying to get you to join his work outs and trainings with newer recruits. You kept making up excuses to avoid it. You hate the idea of willingly practicing how to hurt people, though you know it was mainly to keep you from getting hurt.
“I will do 2 training sessions,” you counter.
“8, minimum. And if you cancel one, we add on 2.” He won’t budge on this, that determined look on his face makes it clear.
“Fine, but I want DJ rights to and from the site and while training if it’s just you and me.”
Frank considers, weighing his options. “Deal, Blue.”
“Deal,” you agree, reaching out a hand to shake on it. Frank almost looks surprised, but he recovers quickly and firmly shakes your hand. His aura has been a lot more comfortable since he stopped dropping bodies on a regular basis. Death would always be part of it, but these days it was a small part he didn’t access often. You couldn’t believe how far you’d come when it came to physical contact with your friends and coworkers. Your control while choosing to touch someone was excellent the majority of the time. Others touching you without warning… that was a different story.
You stand, preparing to make your way to Billy’s office. After working next to him for so long, you were pretty familiar with his routine and doubt he was very busy right now.
“Good luck, kid,” Frank chuckles and you resist the urge to make a face at him.
You continue tossing the rubber ball back and forth between your hands as you walk down the hallway. Billy’s door is closed and he has the yellow sign up which usually means he’s focusing, but can be interrupted for work related issues. Green is a go ahead for anyone to stop by if they knock first. If the door is open, you can just walk in. If orange is up, it had better be time sensitive or an emergency. If it’s red, don’t interrupt unless it’s life or death.
You hesitate at the sight of that little yellow sign, but his blinds are up so you can see into the office. He’s hunched over his desk, making notes on a yellow pad of paper while glancing at his computer. Before you can walk away, having decided to wait until later to disturb him, he looks up and smiles at you, standing up and opening the door.
“Hey sweetheart, did you need something?” He asks.
“It’s not work related so it can wait since you're busy,” you insist.
“I was almost done anyway,” he says, tucking his hands into his suit pants pockets and leaning a shoulder against the door frame. “What’s up?”
“Karen, Frank, Matt, Foggy and I have a game night almost every Thursday night. I was wondering if you wanted to join us?” You ask quickly. You’re a little nervous and Russo’s eyes are always so distracting. Billy looks surprised and his aura wraps around you, brightening with some sort of positive feeling.
“Frankie plays board games with Matt Murdock? Willingly?”
You frown at his tone, nodding. “Frank comes at least once a month, but usually more if he’s not busy. It’s not like they’re besties or anything, but they’re civil and it’s funny to watch.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know, Blue. It’s not really my scene.” There’s a touch of mischief in his eyes.
“Come on, Billy, it’ll be fun. We’ll have some chocolate cake from one of Matt and Foggy’s clients.” You hope the desert will sweeten the deal as you had long suspected that William Russo had a sweet tooth.
“I do like cake,” he says, tilting his head as he thinks about it. “But I don’t know if cake is enough of an incentive for me to spend the evening playing monopoly.”
“Today we’re playing Risk,” you correct quietly before blurting, “What would be enough of an incentive?”
His eyes darken slightly and his aura shifts slightly, it’s still good energy though, so you think you have a chance to get your way. You continue to look up at him with your earnest, often blue eyes.
“You and I haven’t really spent any time outside of Anvil together. I’d like to get to know you better. Learn more about what you’re like when you aren’t working,” he says. It surprises you, something so simple. You honestly would agree even without game night on the line.
“I’d be okay with that,” you say slowly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Let me plan an… outing of some sort, just us. We can hang out and swap stories,” he suggests.
“An outing?” you question.
“Yeah, we could go to a museum or the zoo-” you perk up a bit when he mentions the zoo “-nothing crazy and I’ll make sure it won’t be too crowded when we go. Scouts honor.” He grins.
“You were never a boy scout, Russo,” you scoff teasingly.
“I coulda been,” he says, mock pouting.
“I accept your terms, but the simpler the better, yeah?”
“Of course,” he confirms.
“Alright, then. I’ll text you the address and see you there at 7?” You ask.
“Sure thing, Blue. Do I need to bring anything?”
“No, we’re all set.” You smile genuinely.
After work, you stop by your apartment to take a quick shower and change. While you wear clothes you like to Anvil, you still do your best to keep it business casual. Stepping out of your shower, you towel dry yourself off before pulling on panties, leggings, your trusty sports bra, and a slightly cropped oversized t-shirt from college. Comfortable, more or less covering as much skin as you could stand with the weather tonight, and unrestricting of your movement. You throw on some tennis shoes and shove your keys, wallet, mace, and Sight journal (just in case you needed it) into a light pink canvas bag.
You bike over to Matt’s place, enjoying the gentle breeze as you speed through the streets. Biking was one of your favorite activities, especially after it was blessed for you by a priestess of Hermes. Since then, it went faster with less effort and never seemed to break down. You know better than to leave it on the street and instead drag it upstairs with you. Matt lets you leave it in his entryway while you’re over.
“How’s the alter ego?” You ask Matt, noticing how he favors his right side.
“A bit bruised, but not too bad,” he shares honestly.
“At least it’s not his face this time,” Karen says from the couch.
“Still can’t believe how long we fell for the ‘I’m just clumsy’ act,” Foggy snickers.
“Frank texted the group chat that he’s on his way,” you tell Matt, falling onto the couch next to Karen. She lifts a hand to ruffle your hair lovingly.
“I heard that a certain Mr. Russo will be joining us tonight,” Karen announces in a sing-song voice.
“Oh?” Foggy says in poorly feigned surprise.
“I should’ve asked everyone first, but you always say I can bring a friend from work so …” you trail off.
“So you pick Russo?” Matt says with just a touch of judgment.
“Hey, you weren’t a fan of Frank coming at first either. I expect your best behavior, Matthew,” Foggy instructs. “We wouldn’t want to ruin his first Purple Squad Game Night experience.”
Both you and Karen groan at him in exasperation. “Stop trying to make up a new name everytime we do this, Foggy. Y’all are Team Red, and Frank and I are bonus members. Plus, I hate purple.”
“No you don’t Blue, you love lavender and lilac and -” Karen starts listing before you interrupt.
“Yeah yeah, I like some shades, but dislike purple overall. Motion to officially veto Purple Squad as a team name?”
“Seconded.”
“Thirded.”
“Sorry Fog, keep trying,” Matt says.
“Don’t encourage him!” you laugh as a knock on the door sounds through the room.
Karen jumps up from her seat, always eager to see Frank. “I’ll get it!”
“Frank, Billy come on in,” she says as she opens the door.
“Russo.” “Murdock.” Matt and Billy greet each other with a nod.
Foggy is much friendlier. “Russo! We’ve heard so much about you. I’m gonna need you to share at least one embarrassing Frank story tonight.”
“I’m sure only half of it is true. And sure, I’ll see what I can do,” Billy grins.
“You made it!” You’re not sure why you’re surprised, Billy has always kept his word with you.
“Of course, especially after Frank tried so hard to get me to stay home,” he says, flashing a look at an unashamed Castle.
“That’s cheating, Frank!” You exclaim.
“We never set any rules of engagement, Blue, it’s nothing personal.” Frank shrugs his shoulders and sinks down onto the armchair.
You flush and force a glare at him.
“What’s all this about?” Karen asks.
“A bet, I’ll tell you the details later, Kare,” you promise.
“Shouldn’t I get to know what the bet was since it was about me?” Russo sits down next to you on the main couch, close enough to touch, but far enough away to be polite. He’s wearing a navy t-shirt, gods you didn’t realize how toned his arms were- and you decide that navy is your new favorite color.
“No.” You and Frank say simultaneously and you force yourself to look away.
Foggy sets up the board for Risk and starts dealing cards as the rest of you fight over which color you’ll be.
“Red,” Matt says, holding out his hand. Karen is kind enough to allow it before the rest of you devolve into chaos.
“Common, Kare, my name is literally Blue, you can’t make me do a different color.”
“I told you Frankie, I got dibs on black and you can have gray. Trying to distract me isn’t gonna work.”
“You’re always blue, though, switch with me this once, pleeeeasssse.”
“Matt’s always red, which is your favorite color, and you never fight him for it, Kare!”
“That’s cuz he’s the leader of Team Red, you can’t make him a different color,” Foggy chimes in.
“You sure about that, Russo?” Frank questions, eyes locked into a staring contest with Billy as everyone’s voices overlap.
“I’ll make you donuts from scratch next week for game night if you let me stay as blue,” you bargain. Karen hesitates, but finally agrees.
“Hey Blue, you okay?” Frank asks, sounding concerned. Billy’s head jerks to look at you at the same moment Frank swipes the back of black pieces from the table.
“Huh?” You reply, unsure why he’s asking, too focused on organizing your pieces to notice his interaction with Billy. “I’m good.”
“My bad, Blue. Musta been a trick of the light,” Franks says while smirking at Russo.
“I’ll get you back for that one, Frankie,” Billy warns as he accepts the gray pieces.
Karen chooses green and Foggy gets yellow, his new favorite color ever since you told him about his aura.
After the initial bickering over colors, the game starts smoothly, though you quickly realize your pieces are in terribly inconvenient places according to what land the cards assigned you.
“There is no way I can win, Matt,” you insist.
“It can’t be that bad,” Matt says before you verbally list everywhere you are positioned. Game night with Matt could be tricky sometimes, but all of you had gotten good at keeping things accessible and finding ways around any difficulties. It helped that Matt’s senses picked up quite a bit and he had an excellent memory.
“I guess it can be that bad,” he agrees, quickly changing his tune.
“Don’t even think about it, babe,” Karen warns, predicting your change in tactics.
“I have no idea what you mean, KareBear,” you reply sweetly as you fortify what little space you have, choosing not to attack for the round. She continues to watch you suspiciously as everyone cycles through their turns.
“Come on, Bill! You can’t just keep attacking me. That’s a terrible way to win,” Frank laments.
Billy shrugs, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
After Billy, it’s your turn again. You’ve continued to fortify your ranks the whole game, rarely attacking and instead focusing on defense. You grin to yourself.
“I see that, Blue. Don’t do it,” Foggy pleads.
“Don’t look at me, you got me last time,” Karen scolds.
“What are we worried about here?” Billy questions, he doesn’t have experience with how you play games like this. You shake your head threateningly at Karen and Foggy, but Matt answers for them.
“Blue is a bit of a sore loser-”
”Am not!”
“And will decide that if they can’t win, they’re going to bring someone else down with them before they’re fully out of the game,” Matt continues, ignoring your interruption. “It’s why we usually stick to things like Monopoly, Scrabble, and Life.”
“Sore loser, huh?” Billy asks and Matt nods with a grin.
“I’m not, I’m totally fine losing,” you insist.
“Is that why you almost never win?” Frank jibes.
“Hey! Rude!”
���Don’t worry, Russo, as long as you haven’t done anything to annoy her today, you should be safe,” Foggy says. Billy’s still suppressing a grin and you’re practically pouting at this point.
“To be transparent, I picked my target before we started the game. I’m sorry, Frank. Roll for defense,” You say, tossing him the die. You continue to attack with every space you have, focusing on Frank.
“Common, kid. Have a little mercy, Bill’s already been pickin’ on me all night. How am I supposed to defend against both of you?”
“Mercy has no place in board games, Frank.” You use the last of your available troops to finish your attack. You made good headway through Frank’s territories, but now all it will take is someone choosing to swoop in after you and claim both yours and Frank’s significantly weakened remaining spots.
Frank is quickly eliminated, followed by you, then Foggy and Matt. Karen emerges victorious against Billy which garners a round of applause.
The game is put away and Karen brings out the cake and some plates. The 6 of you eat and talk for a couple hours after finishing the game.
“No, soulmates don’t exist,” Foggy scoffs. “Do they?”
You aren’t sure how they got into this topic, something about exes and the right person at the wrong time.
“The idea of a singular perfect soulmate is far-fetched, but Occult scientists have found a ton of evidence supporting the idea of highly compatible partners. It’s actually really interesting once you get into it. There are a lot of different types commonly found and most of the time, people don’t even realize it,” Karen explains.
“It’s true,” you support. “I don’t see all of the different types of bondmates, but sometimes people’s energy or aura are obviously connected or complimentary.”
“Bondmates?” Billy asks, angling his body towards you as he leans back and rests his arm behind you on the couch. You try not to think about how close he is as his energy surrounds your own.
“Soulmate is a bit of a misnomer as souls are rarely what connects two people, that’s usually seen in reincarnation cycles, though it’s hard to track. Most scientists use the term bondmate for people who are ‘destined’ or what have you, to be partners.”
“Why bondmate and not something else?” Foggy asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“With the idea of soulmates, people kind of assume that those people will be together and are instantly connected, yeah? But it actually works differently, it’s a choice to connect yourself to your partner. There has to be some sort of acknowledgement or ritual to form that bond, and it can often take time. But once a bond is fully formed, only death can break it,” you expound.
“That’s so fucking cool,” Foggy says in amazement.
“Where’d you learn all this, Blue?” Frank asks.
“My bachelor’s is in occult biology with a minor in occult psychology and another in general sociology,” you offer.
“She’s super smart when you get to know her,” Karen says both sincere and teasing.
“Hey, I feel like there’s an insult somewhere in there,” you say without offense.
“I knew you went to college, but I don’t think you ever mentioned what you studied,” Foggy says.
“I don’t talk about it a lot and the degree is pretty useless right now,” you shrug, tone souring slightly before you catch it and add on, “But it’s not like I know all this witch stuff just from the internet.”
“I, for one, always knew she was brilliant,” Frank states and you’re suspicious that he’s just sucking up to you after you demolished him in Risk.
“You’re hilarious, Castle,” you scoff, feeling yourself blush at the praise.
“I agree with Frankie,” Billy says.
“Hear, hear!” Foggy says.
“Castle isn’t wrong,” Matt grumbles.
“To the magical mastermind that is Blue. She’s saved our lives more times than I can count,” Karen raises her glass, smiling at you. The others follow suit and you flush bright red.
“I’ll accept the title of Magical Mastermind, but the rest is true about most of us. Gods, it’s a wonder we’re all still alive with how much we attract trouble.” You shake your head with a disbelieving smile.
******
Billy had spent most of the night trying not to stare too obviously, but you were making it very difficult. Everytime you moved to reach the board, your shirt would lift, revealing an additional few inches of your side and back. He resisted the urge to trace his fingertips across your skin and hoped the longing wasn’t too evident on his face. But his best friend paid attention and would likely give him shit about it tomorrow, but Billy didn’t care. Before he had first officially met you, Frank had warned him to watch himself. Frank made it clear that Billy was not to make any moves on you, and there was a seriousness to his tone that made Billy pay attention. Refusing to give any details, Frank only said that you’d been through a lot and strongly suggested that Billy refrain from touching you, even accidentally, and that he keep his flirting to a minimum.
The little Frank said, combined with how Billy observed the way you held yourself around men you were unfamiliar with, tense and forcing friendliness while your heart rate jumped, he could fill in some of the blanks. So he listened to Frank and went a few steps further, always making sure someone you trusted or were at least comfortable with was there when you did readings or site checks. He constantly watched for anything that might upset you and was unsettled to notice Harding’s attentions. Billy forced himself not to react over the little visits, but when he’d been in his office and felt the lust coming off Harding from your office, he was quick to act. He’d taken care of Harding after that, leaving him alive, but a shell of a man. Harding would never threaten another woman ever again. Billy wasn’t ashamed to be glad of the edge Harding had unwittingly given him by presenting a situation where Billy could prove he would keep you safe. It was probably one of the only reasons he’d been left alive.
Tonight, Billy appreciated how far he’d come in earning your trust.
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I need help/advice from the trans community!
I’m in desperate need of help and advice about my identity. And before any of yall are like “but I can’t rlly help with that” I’m not asking to tell me what I am. Just pls help me guide myself towards some sort of answer.
I’ve been struggling with my identity for over three years and it’s been hell. I came out as nonbinary in late 2019 and then later came out as trans in 2020. I thought I had figured out that I was a trans man and oh boy how wrong I was. My parents weren’t rlly all that supportive of me (even though they said they’d support me) and I kinda got “unmotivated” by it. Anyway, I started growing my hair back in 2022 and basically became a girl again (don’t know why I did that, or I can’t remember).
It’s now 2024 and I’m living my life as a girl again. I do my makeup, dress girly, all that. But there’s still a nagging feeling in my head that I don’t feel full. It’s hard to explain but I yearn for the feeling of being a man. But at the same time I’m scared of this feeling because it means that I’m still extremely lost about myself. And I don’t want that.
I wish I was just born a boy so that I wouldn’t have to think about this. I know this sounds rlly mean but I don’t want to be trans. I don’t want to be different and do all this stuff and then still not be a “real man”.
And even if I transitioned, I’m scared that I wouldn’t feel good about myself. That I gaslit myself into believing that I was trans and that being a man would fix me. And I think im too much of a pussy to actually even try to transition at least socially again. Because I fear that I’ll look bad, that no one takes me seriously, that I’ll lost my womanhood. Because I love being a woman, I love doing makeup and dress up but I can’t help but feel like I could be more as a man.
Someone said that being a woman and expressing themselves as a woman is like a security blanket but inside they’re a man and it’s like I feel exactly like that. I have no idea how to continue with this topic and how am I supposed to be. I’m so fucking lost.
I sincerely hope someone can help me with this stuff and help me understand myself better💀
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playlists for my redacted babes (repost)
i actually just got into the fandom a month ago and kinda just binged listened erik's vids buuut! this is how i depict guy, david, sam, caelum and milo in music because i can and wanted to (there will be more in the future)
pizza guy
i headcanon him as a band/theater kid shrugs so i may or may not have added some...musicals in the playlist
but i mean come on, look at me in the eye and tell me he really loves to sing the lyrics to "sexy" by mean girls. look at that little menace and then to me.
his favourite song is sincerely me btw
dabey wabey, our little fiance,
i know he loves crazy by gnarls barkley ONGG
probably listens to it in the car while waiting for angel to finish their shift.
he’s the type to tap on the beat on his steering wheel aswell because he’s mysterious like that
our little derek hale's twin here definitely DEFINITELY likes those jazz kinda stuff like this is the lost generation by the lost generation) to make him look more like a mysterious man.
(will add more songs like that soon!)
sam cowboy collins
unironically added some country music (the catchy songs)
and ALSO HE DEFINITELY LIKES RHCP. TELL ME IM WRONG | DARE YOU.
but i do think some songs doesn't really fit him, but at the same time i do think it does.
he's kinda like those 50-60's rock and roll type of guy too or he just turns on the radio and listen to whatever (similar to david)
milo (the drink)
okay in all honesty, i don't know if i'm right with the song choices here and i'm quite sad about it…
but i do think his music taste is a little similar to asher's, just a bit.
he sounds like the punk/2000's rap loving kinda guy but his whole vibe really gives off deftones.
oh yeah his favourite song is cupid's chokehold. it's fucking canon in my head.
caelum my sweetest babyboy
he's my kin so he gets all the mitski songs teehee, so imagine this playlist is him having the best time of my life!!!!
he definitely would love mitski and just anything that reminds him of the sweet times he and david had together, i don't make the rules.
the whole playlist is kinda depressing to be honest
but i'll try to add some more happy happy songs for when he feels excited when he notices he had untied some knots!
ivan (sadism’s hold)
oh no.
had an awfully little time to make this one. i really just tried to pick up the sadism's hold vibe, kinda creepy aura of music!
and some songs that make me want to scream (drunk walk home)
i'm actually kind of proud of this one tbh, i had the right (in my opinion) songs for ivan but yes! :)
everytime i talk about my playlist of him, i keep thinking of the song caravan because i feel like both the movie whiplash and sadism's hold are similar to me. the psychological stress and manipulation are so fascinating. the ending to whiplash and how ivan manipulates the listener comes out so natural and realistic, it can't be seen unless you really open your eyes and see the dark side on things. it makes you forget what had happened and the process throughout it that made andrew and the listener become like how ivan/fletcher wanted them to be. and the way it makes you give in and think it's completely okay and comforting and safe because it was what you have loved and/or what you have been needing. the whole thing with the psychology behind it makes it so eerie but interesting.
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but please do check out my spotify profile for some more playlists and maybe you can be updated when i add another character playlist
so that's it so far :)! i'm still new to the redactedverse so i'm sorry if i'm not feeling it like how yall are feeling it ykyk, i was newly obsessed so i was itching. ITCHING. to make a playlist so yeah!! hope you enjoy! but please do be aware that this is my kind of music taste and i pick songs that i really like so it's okay if it doesn't suit your taste
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted headcanons#redacted hcs#redacted hc#redacted darlin#redacted milo#redacted david#redacted sweetheart#redacted babe#redacted freelancer#redacted gavin#redacted angel#redacted lasko#redacted imperium#redacted asher#redacted huxley#redacted shaw pack#redacted damien#redacted sadisms hold#redacted geordi#redacted vega#redacted ivan
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pairing: mark lee x f!reader
warnings: this story revolves around the reader having a restrictive eating disorder. if this triggers you in anyway, please do not read!! i write to help vent and materialize my feelings into words and this is just what im dealing with. there is some argument and language!!!!!
genre: angst, fluff, idk lol
note: def not proof read for edits and this is probably ass but it is what it is lol. im sorry if any of yall are dealing with this shit too. it sucks. also b/f/n means best friend’s name.
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whichever disordered bitch said to romanticize not eating obviously never had the (dis)pleasure of being sat in front of your best friend and boyfriend, having to defend yourself against their concerns and grievances.
had you been looking at them, you would’ve noticed [b/f/n]’s tense expression - eyebrows knitted, deep breathes through the nose - and mark fidgeting anxiously as he remained seated across from you in the living room. instead, your eyes fixated on the texture of the couch you were seated on, praying to every god that you could melt into the ground to never be seen again.
[b/f/n] continued to talk at you - though you only caught half of what she said… you’re ruining yourself… you’ve changed… where did my best friend go? and though you knew it was out of concern and anxiety, her shaky voice and harsh words stunned you. there was only so much you could take.
“are you done yet?”
your best friend paused her rant upon hearing your voice for the first time since you all sat down. “what was that?”
you cleared your throat, mustering up the courage to look at her blankly. “i said, are you done yet?”
eyes widening, she scoffed in disbelief.
“are you serious? am i done yet? you’re fucking torturing yourself and you expect me to sit around and watch it happen?”
“im literally fine; what’s it to you anyway?” your voice began to raise in anger.
mark sat watching the exchange escalate, unsure of how to respond. his eyes traveled back and forth between the two of you, his girlfriend and her best friend who came to him for support and advice about confronting you.
she gave a sarcastic laugh. “what’s it to me? im your best friend, [y/n]. we’ve been friends for years now and you expect me to not care? i feel bad suggesting we go out for dinner because i know you’ll be stressing over what to order. you’re distracted all the time. you’re tired. we hardly do anything together anymore. and i know it’s not about me but god.. is it so wrong to miss my best friend?” her anger slowly dissipated into desperation as she struggled to maintain a level voice and hold her tears in. you looked towards mark blankly and made eye contact with him, seeing the exasperation and upset in his face.
“we just want to help.” you heard him say softly.
it was your turn to scoff. “is this some ploy to make me out to be some freak or crazy person? i told you im fine - okay, maybe a bit stressed but who fucking isnt? i cant believe you two would just talk behind my back and make assumptions - are you implying i have an eating disorder? what the fuck?” you gave a dry laugh. you knew you were being irrational, but what else were you to do? you knew you had a problem, but why would anyone want to admit that in front of the two people they held dearest in their life?
moments pass before the front door to your shared apartment slammed as you watched [b/f/n] storm out with her bag, likely to clear her head. you stared at your lap, unsure of what to say. instead, you focused on catching your breath and calming your racing heart. the anxiety that had overtaken you manifested itself as a cold that enveloped you, delivering a shiver in response.
your head shoots up at the sound of mark’s voice. “do you really think she came to me worried about her best friend because she wanted to sabotage you somehow?” and while his question seemed accusatory, his voice conveyed nothing but genuine concern and care. he looked at you sincerely, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.
“i-fuck.” you responded breathlessly, running a hand through your hair anxiously. mark stands from his position on the couch opposite and moves to sit next to you, but not before you stand yourself and take a step back. he blinks at you. “i’ve obviously been a nuisance in your lives and thats the last thing i ever wanted… i think its best if i just..” you trailed off.
“best if you what?”
you bit your lip, doing everything in your power to hold your tears in. “you deserve some space away. i shouldnt be causing all of this stress and maybe… maybe some time apart would be good for you. for you both.”
“baby what are you saying? don’t be like that.” he reached out to you, pulling you into his arms and holding your body securely against his own. leaning down to place small kisses on the crown of your head, he felt your body begin to shake as you succumbed to your tears and anguish.
“im so, so sorry. it wasnt ever supposed to get this bad; i- i dont know what to do mark.. i feel so stuck.” you cried powerlessly. he rubbed your back soothingly as he watched you let yourself go.
mark, with his soft character and tender heart, found it difficult to maintain his composure when you had finally let yourself be so vulnerable in his presence. though he hated to admit it, he had anticipated this exact scene happening months ago when your friend had first expressed her concerns about your worsening eating and food anxiety. and though they agreed to remain passive, hoping by some chance that you wouldn’t fall any worse, your recent state had worried them far too much for comfort.
as you pulled away slightly to look up at him after a couple deep breaths, you noticed the few stray tears that trailed down his solemn face. you gave him a small smile and wiped his eyes.
“shhh… don’t cry; you’ll make me cry.” you laughed softly with tears lining your waterline. he shook his head lightly, sniffling. you continued, “i’ll be okay. give me time. i’m sorry i was an asshole earlier.”
“it was a high pressure situation. i dont blame you.” he breathed. you hang your head, head resting against his chest as you played with his fingers that was holding your own. “though i do think you owe [b/f/n] an apology. as she does to you. she was worried sick.”
you sighed, “yeah. i’ll call her now.”
you pulled away to grab a tissue, wiping your nose and shakily ringing her phone. after a heartfelt apology (on both sides) and perhaps a couple more tears shed, you both settled your guilt and hung up.
upon tossing your phone on the couch, you realized mark had likely disappeared into your bedroom. you move slowly to your room, seeing him seated on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers.
you sat next to him, the bed sinking slightly to lean you two slightly closer to each other. you laid down on your back, pulling him back with you to enjoy the view that was your white ceiling.
“may i ask why?”
you took a deep breath and held your stare at the ceiling.
“its always been like this mark. since i was in middle school and getting comments from family and classmates about my body. sometimes it just gets worse than usual.” you shrugged.
“im sorry.”
“why are you apologizing? it’s no one’s fault but my own.” you turned to him slightly, brushing away the hair that fell in front of his eyes. you gave him a small smile despite his consistent gaze looking upward.
“is there anything i can do to help?”
“ah-” you paused. “i wish i knew. i dont know how to undo nearly a decade of disordered eating and tormenting thoughts about my body.”
“does your therapist know? how has that been going?” he continued to ask sincerely.
you sighed, “i dont think ive been completely honest with her. maybe ill start there.”
“maybe that'll help.” he replied, turning on his side and propping himself up with his arm.
he looked down at you and smiled, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you attempted to sit up without breaking the kiss but to no avail, giggling in response. your hands moved to run through his hair, as you reconnected, lips moving in sync desperately as he held your body close to his.
breathlessly - and with reddened lips - you pull away slowly. “i love you. i think i need a nap.”
“i love you too baby.” he adjusted himself so he was laying the right way on your bed, you following.
for the next 2 minutes as you settled down, rethinking all that went down, you closed your eyes and maintained silence as he did the same.
of course, no one can say for certain when or how recovery starts or happens. if it was a step by step guide, it would be so much easier to break free from the grasp of restriction, worried family and friends, guilt, and consequential fatigue. you and mark both knew this.
but knowing there was always someone there to watch you in concern, genuinely worried about your health and wellbeing helped to ease your heart just a degree more. and just knowing that would help you moving forward in the future.
#mark x reader#mark lee x reader#nct x reader#nct angst#mark angst#mark lee angst#nct dream angst#nct fluff#mark lee fluff#nct dream x reader#mark fluff#nct oneshot#nct imagine#mark lee oneshot
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Art summary 2023 Ramble
Yeah yeah yeah, like I stated in my last post, I really kinda wanted to talk in depth about just the insane whirlwind that was this year for me artistically anyways. I hope y'all enjoy ans sincerely thank you for supporting me
So to start off, this year was the most successful year for me in art. I had a lot of lows this year but art? Art was not in any of those categories though it was really shaping up to be my worst year yet.
In 2021, I had my house fire that really more or less threw my senior year of school for a fucking loop. Then in 2022, I lost all of my stuff due to negligence by the demolition company and that severely tanked my entire will to really create. Decades worth of art since I was 2 that I carefully preserved for myself when I was older to browse, was just gone.
So after I graduated, I applied for a fuckton of zines because I thought that since I was approaching a huge depressive creative block, if I didn't stop drawing then I wouldn't experience it.
Well. I was wrong.
Not only was I depressed, but I was swamped with work and the work just didn't make me feel better at all. By the time 2023 came around, I dropped out of so many zines and the ones I did finish were late. It was just an absolute nightmare. I think that's why I didn't have so many general pieces in 2023, I was burnt the fuck out from overworking.
I think a positive was though that afterwards, I still wanted to draw little things which turned out to be my best idea yet. Mainly because for me, little stuff like merch is quick and easier for me to pump out. And because of that I ended up selling so much this year because I became more active in making merch, I'm really shocked. Not only that, I did do quite a few cons too and sold pretty well for my first official year. Which once again, took me off guard cause I'm hypercritical of my own work.
So! My goal for next year is to sell and make more merch obviously, but I do want to make actual illustrations again. I really miss it. And comics too!! Now that I'm officially moved in, I can do things I actually wanna do.
I really cant predict what next year looks like for me but hopefully, it's good. And I do want to make a sincere thank you to everyone who supported me before and now! I wouldn't have gotten this far without yall! I hope 2024 is kind to you!
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