#okay i ! apologize for the reupload !
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James Somerton's "A Measured Response": A Measured Response
so I watched a reupload of the video because idk i like to torture myself. and i took a bunch of notes:
“I tried to be a voice for every member of the queer community, but that was a failed endeavour before it even started.”
what a strange way to say ‘I tried making it seem like I’m the only queer creator and stole from and actively harmed people in the queer community. knowingly. purposefully. and when I was called out in the past I tried to hide it.'
“I'm a cis, white, gay man. No matter how much I try to be a good spokesperson, I can never really, truly, understand the life experiences of other, far more put upon, members of the queer community.”
so of course I stole and hid work from the people I can't understand, gutting it of their personal experiences and refused to redirect my audience to those people so that they can enrich themselves and hear about issues pertaining them from someone who actually does understand.
“...one of the reasons I used their own words. But I should have made it clear that that was what I was doing.”
BITCH YOU STOLE. YOU GUTTED THEIR STORIES OF MEANINGFUL PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. YOU WEREN'T USING THEIR WORDS TO BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT THINGS YOU CAN'T ENTIRELY UNDERSTAND YOU WERE MILKING THEM FOR CONTENT AND DEPRIVING PEOPLE OF ACTUAL, SOULFUL, MEANINGFUL ARTICLES AND BOOKS AND DOCUMENTARIES AND VIDEOS THEY COULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING INSTEAD.
“Being a cis white man I thought I might win over some people who otherwise wouldn't listen.”
Yeah sure. Because racist transphobes are going to be watching your badly plagiarised gay film analysis.
“I would also like to apologise to Jessie Gender, who is one of the kindest people I ever met. Through my hot-headedness, I drew her into this anger spiral.”
‘through my hotheadedness.’. shirking responsibility onto an ‘ingrained personality trait of yours’ I see.
if you are so honestly sorry for being an asshole to Jessie why don't you fucking apologise to her directly? privately? not as a way to boost your own fucking image??
he's trying to earn good will by complimenting Jessie Gender “oh he knows to compliment an awesome person we have that in common I guess he can't be so bad after all” fuck you I recognise your strategies and it's gross to drag Jessie into this like that, she spoke out against you and you are trying to imply some sort of friendship or something between you. okay I cannot UNDERSTATE the way he tries to make it seem like they are close in some way and sort of drag her onto his side that's so fucking despicable. as far as I know Jessie Gender does not have a relationship with him of any kind?
once again bringing up death threats I see. obviously death threats are shite and anyone who threatens the dude in seriousness or harasses him will not see the light of heaven as Hbomberguy said but IN AN APOLOGY YOU DO NOT MAKE IT ABOUT YOU THAT'S MANIPULATION
also blaming the police for not clarifying a situation in a timely manner - the police are a flaming pile of garbage and I hope the institution explodes but NOT SAYING ANYTHING WAS YOUR CHOICE. THE POLICE DIDN'T MAKE YOU DO SHIT THERE
the problem isn't that you tried to “create a channel where all queer people could be safe”, the problem is that 1) you are a misogynist 2) you yourself engaged in transphobic behaviour and 3) you also actively supressed queer people's voices. The problem isn't that you supposedly wanted a space for all queer people, the problem is that you tried to MONOPOLISE queer literature analysis. fuck, queer doesn't look like a word anymore I've written it too many times now
(paraphrased) “I should have been helping with making queer people's voices discoverable” this makes it seem like he just didn't do anything and not like the reality that he was actively trying to rewrite history and bury LQBTQIA+ voices under his steaming pile of garbage
also BLAMING YOUTUBE AND THE ALGORITHM FOR ‘PUSHING HIM’ because he's cis and white, like maybe they did, I certainly wouldn't be surprised, but that is not why other creators suffered, a large part of that can be attributed to James Somerton stealing their work without any acknowledgement whatsoever apart maybe if they are lucky, a “based on” in the credits or their name flashing on screen for half a second.
“I should have done more to share the voices of other queer people” THAT IMPLIES YOU DID SOMETHING. YOU WERE ACTIVELY WORKING AGAINST THAT YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT-
“it was just my dweam to be a youtubew and when my videos gained twaction i felt pwessuwed to make mowe vewy quickly and that's why they wewe so shit uwu” fuck off you weren't pressured into shit you just wanted to make money and that's why you were a content mill
“early on I thought that crediting authors in the opening credits alone was enough” what about the times YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO THAT??? YOU'RE MAKING THIS SEEM LIKE THE DRAMA IS ABOUT YOU CREDITING PEOPLE WRONG WHEN ITS ABOUT YOUR SYSTEMATIC THEFT AND OPPRESSION OF THOSE YOU CLAIM TO MAKE VIDEOS FOR AND ABOUT AND THOSE YOU CLAIM TO MAKE A SAFE SPACE FOR. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WATCHES YOUR VIDEOS?? WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU CAN'T JUST PLAY IT DOWN
not him using Hbomberguy's example of the DEEP CUTS: SOCIETY AND QUEER HORROR video and claiming he credited all people in the opening scene when Hbomberguy highlighted he DIDNT EVEN CREDIT MOST OF THEM FUCK OFF ARE YOU DELUSIONAL HOW DO YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THIS
I think I'm going insane this all seems so blatantly fake. he brings up the evil queens video and how he asked Sean Griffin, retroactively, permission to include his work in the video. and he shows a ‘screenshot’ of an email Griffin allegedly wrote to thank him for putting him in the title-card and that he thinks it is ‘a very thoughtful video’. only the text of the email header, such as Griffin's name, the RE:, and the To: is a lot smaller than the ‘text’ in the email, which leads me to believe that the below text is edited in some way. And with how hard James is trying to rewrite history, it wouldn't surprise me if he literally rewrote the email or cut things out to present himself in a more positive light. obviously I can't prove that the email is fake but I'll just say that I think the likelihood is very high that it is.
the way he says this also implies that he asked for permission after he made the video but hadn't published it yet. which is also blatantly false.
again trying to waltz off responsibility on nick, saying he was much more interested in production and implying that nick did all the writing .
“nick and I had both grown up poor so when I lost my job in 2021 (approx.) we of course were desperate and turned to producing videos even quicker and plagiarising the fuck out of all of them! but we can't help it we were both poor as kids!” fuck off, you weren't poor when plagiarising every-fucking-thing, this was in “the second year of COVID”. obviously if they really did grow up poor that sucks, and that's why we should eat the rich and redistribute their money. not plagiarise people who partly are poor or not financially cushy and manipulate thousands of people into believing you are the only queer creator.
also milking his mom's cancer. if you were really that worried about your financial situation, one would think that you would get an actual job for security and not put everything into your youtube career that is unstable, especially considering you've already done a lot of plagiarism and have no intention of stopping. “oh I plagiarised because my mom had cancer QAQ” that is so digusting to use a person's medical condition like that.
“i have memory issues because of a head injury i suffered as a child and that's why I plagiarise badly. see, I copy pasted the text with the intention to rephrase it later but forgot.” that would still be fucking plagiarism if he'd done that, also, if he's so aware of his memory issues and how they lead to him plagiarising, why didn't he try to work around that? leave himself notes? or tell nick to remind him to integrate actual proper credit and citations before uploading a video? mark the plagiarised stuff in the document with like highlighter or so when you're pasting it in?? oh but he didn't do all of that because he has ADHD. now, ADHD can be debilitating, but he says it's recently diagnosed so it must not have caused a lot of problems for him so far, so it's probably not severe and even if it is, it doesn't excuse him not crediting people properly. stop fucking hiding behind things ‘you can’t change' because if you truly can't you probably shouldn't be doing this in the first place.
“my mom really wanted me to make a movie with her life insurance but that wasn't paid out so I decided to crowdfund it. i planned to underpay the actors so hard it was under union wages. we got more money than we were expecting and upgraded to wanting to film a feature (final girl) but i didn't want to start working on it until the campaign was over for some reason that totally isn't me just wanting to exploit people for money!”
I'm not gonna go into the Telos stuff but he tries to explain it by claiming it was very unorganised and that's why they constantly ran into issues and that's why nothing ever got done and they were JUST about to start doing stuff when the Hbomberguy video released. You know what, I can believe it, although I am very doubtful considering all James ever does is lie. Idk.
once again trying to excuse his plagiarism with needing to pay two rents and thus needing to make more videos for more sponsors and not having the time to not plagiarise like please. i don't believe that they were in that dire need of money and if they were - just get a fucking stable job and put youtube on the backburner.
also once again trying to make it all about him by once again talking about his suicide attempt and death threats. like. no one should suffer through that kind of mental anguish but honestly I cannot bring myself to feel sympathy for this man. and i see this as an attempt to gather pity points.
“nick worked very hard on these videos other three years and it's unfair to [them] (james says that they're non-binary but doesn't indicate their pronouns anywhere? and in the beginning he uses they/them but later only he/him so idk what their pronouns are but it seems like they/them is at least part of their pronouns so i'm just going to use that) that they all got taken down” well y'all shouldn't have fucking plagiarised then. let this be a lesson maybe and don't fucking show your face on youtube again!
he is fucking relaunching his channel. like james. this isn't something you come back from. no one will ever be able to trust you ever again and you don't deserve an audience. he claims all the revenue will go to Hbomberguy's fund but we have no way to verify this. we have no way to know just how much he makes and how much of that is actually going to the fund. i don't trust him with any money. which is why i watched a reupload rather than the original. he's also releasing a new video he claims is entirely by him. like?????? don't???????
he also might not relaunch his existing patreon but he's still making a new one.
he claims he will “work his ass off” to make non-plagiarised videos. like that isn't “working your ass off” that's the bare fucking minimum. I really want to trust him. and I want to believe he'll actually try to do better. and maybe he will. and i believe in second chances, even for someone as despicable as him. but throughout this video he has continuously tried to play down what he did. tried to make excuses for everything. and that's why i am not going to give him a second chance. if he can't even admit what he did i don't trust him to not do it again. and i also just plainly don't want to endorse a person making such arguments.
also, he plugs his fucking new patreon right after this.
“this video is not about me promoting myself. it's about me apologising.” the only fucking person you actually ‘apologised’ to is Jessie Gender.
James Somerton: makes a billion fucking excuses. Also James Somerton: “These are not excuses. There is no excuse for what I did.”
this entire video was just a publicity stunt. he tries to humanise himself and repair his image. this is just a tool to be able to continue on and continue making money.
he also still claims the disney video was based on the Celluloid Closet and he credited the author and ignores that this wasn't the only author he fucking plagiarised in that video. he is trying to reduce his plagiarsm to incorrect crediting and mistakes and that is disgusting.
the least he could have done was mention by name out loud every author he plagiarised and what work he plagiarised. not just say “uuuh i'm sorry to everyone I plagiarised QAQ”
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Peace
photos: pinterest
dividers: @benkeibear, @mariariley, @haerinism
Word Count: 3.4k
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: Y/n's dog tackles a handsome stranger in Central Park. As her and the stranger spend the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, they part too soon and without even telling each other their names. The solution appears quickly in the form of a handsome, lanky man appearing at her apartment the next morning.
Warnings: fluff!!!! pretty much it i think
A/N: I accidentally posted this on my primary that I don't use a few days ago so I decided to just reupload it here. Thought ya'll deserved a cute one. <3 Enjoy!!!
THE GOLDEN LEAVES RUSTLED along the cracked sidewalk, towering mixtures of trees loomed overhead, their branches reaching for each other, the Creation of Adam painting itself in the nature around her. Her charcoal boots thudded lightly, the sound overtaken by the rush of bicycles and the flutter of passing conversations as she strolled through Central Park. The leash in her hand was rough against her soft palms. The dog at her side trotted happily, smiling at the strangers rushing past.
As a native to New York, the city specifically, she made a habit of spending most of the daylight she could spare exploring the park. A habit that proved almost impossible to break because no matter how many times her feet walked the same sidewalk, her eyes took in the same leaves in all seasons - lush green in the spring and summer, amber and fiery red in the autumn, and withered and crunchy spread across the sidewalks and grass in the winter - there was no where else she could truly feel peace.
Peace has been a complicated thing to find her entire life. As soon as she felt it in her grasp, it became sand slipping through the cracks between her fingers before she could even close her fist in an attempt to capture as much as she could. But, that sand turned into the soft wool of her favorite coat as she pulled it tighter around her in an attempt to warm herself. Peace became tangible the moment she threw her coat on, strapped on her pup’s harness, and made her way to her safe place.
She was snapped out her thoughts by a sudden yank on her arm, the soft grip on the leash in her hand gave way before she could consider tightening her hand. Her gaze snapped to her now sprinting pup, heading in the direction of a red maple tree just a few yards to the right of the trail they had been walking. She didn’t allow herself time for confusion on why her normally calm and behaved pup had randomly chosen to run off.
Her lungs burned as cold air pressed into her lungs as she ran in the same direction. Her confusion only grew when she neared the maple to see her dog bouncing onto a man sitting against the trunk of the tree, a thick blanket underneath him and the book in his hands flung into the grass. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She called, slowing her speed as she reached the poor man who was just tackled by her dog. “He’s never done that before.”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled, his hands gliding along his fur, accepting the sloppy kisses attacking his face. “I love dogs.”
She grabbed his book from the dewy grass and laid it on the blanket next to him. “I’m so sorry about your book, it got kind of wet. I’ll give you the money for it,” she apologized, reaching into the pack strapped across her chest to rummage for any loose cash.
“Don’t worry about it, my books are definitely worse for wear normally.” His smile was bright, contagious. A smile crept up on her face, the corners of her lips tugging insistently upward as her hands abandoned her pack.
“Are you sure? I can totally pay you for it. My dog is the reason it got wet.”
“I’m sure. Don’t worry about it.”
The cover of the book she had laid on his blanket was in fact worse for wear. It was curled up at the edges as if this wasn’t the first time it had gotten wet. The spine was so cracked the book almost splayed open just laying on the blanket, the wind a gentle hand trying to pull it fully open.
“I’m glad someone else’s copy of The Fisher King looks similar to mine.” She smiled, her eyes lingering on the blemished book then to his face. Her dog had finally calmed down, splayed next to the stranger with his belly up. He ran slender fingers up and down her pup’s belly.
The first thing that caught her eye was his eyes. There was a flaming halo of amber, with a dirty, leather brown inside. His eyes reminded him of an old leather book - worn with love, pen marks torn through the pages with passion. The sweater vest he was wearing and the circular glasses that sat upon the bridge of his nose established her thought - he just looked like he belonged in a library, reaching for outdated texts, sitting in a poorly lit corner, stacks of books hiding his bowed head from view as he endlessly read books upon books for hours.
His eyes had widened at her statement about his book. “You’ve read The Fisher King?”
She laughed lightly, “Do I not seem like the studious type?”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” He smiled up at her from his spot on the blanket. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone who had even heard of it before.”
“Good thing I’m not just anyone.”
He nodded lightly at this, the corner of his lips tugging up so far she thought his jaw might start to hurt.
“I personally like Shadowlands better,” she teased. It wasn’t a lie, however. She had always been a sucker for romances - it certainly raised her standards unrealistically, but it’s not her fault fictional men are so much better than real ones. “And you can never go wrong with Les Misérables but it feels cliché to say that’s my favorite.”
His smile reached his dancing eyes. His fingers still rubbed at her dogs belly almost subconsciously. “You’ve got good taste in books,” he says finally.
“I guess I could say the same for you. Mind if I sit? Since my dog seems insistent on staying here the rest of the day.”
“I don’t mind at all, have a seat.” He pulled his legs up, sitting cross legged instead of stretched out like he had been. She copied his posture as she plopped down on the blanket with him and her attention whore of a dog - understandably, because if she had seen him first, she might’ve just ran over and demanded he touch her too.
“Who’s your favorite author?” She asked, placing her elbow ontop of her knee and resting her chin in her hand. She titled her head to the side, and his smile returned slightly at the image of her - innocent and sweet.
“I could probably list about fifteen.”
“Pick one,” she chuckled.
“Thomas Merton, probably. I’ve got a soft spot for his poetry.”
“Love is our true destiny,” she began. His eyes sparkled as he joined in on her recitement from Love and Living. “We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.”
“You really are perfect, huh?” He smiled. Resting his head on the bark behind him, his gaze never leaving hers, and the relentless smile still plastered on his face.
“Your words, not mine.” She smiled back, it was impossible not to smile back at him. She felt like the only person in the entire world when he smiled at her, like she was truly the only thing that mattered. A heat bloomed in her neck and rose into her wind-kissed cheeks. She hoped the cold prick of the wind rubbing her cheeks raw hid the redness heating her face.
Their conversation about literature continued, both of them talking animatedly and rushed, as if the amount of time they had with each other would never be enough. It was a shocking revelation for them both to realize how much in common they had and how effortlessly the conversation between them flowed, like they weren’t really strangers at all.
The sun had begun to set, laying over the horizon as if slowing it’s own process down to give them just a little bit longer. The chill had picked up as the sunlight turned into dusk but neither of them really noticed until the park was empty and hungry whines escaped her dog.
“I didn’t even realize we had talked for so long,” she said, a laugh escaping her lips. She just felt so…at peace. Sitting here with him.
“Honestly, me either.” He gave her a sweet smile back and a shrug. Unspoken words hung on his lips, but he decided not to voice them.
“I suppose I should get going,” she started, standing up from the blanket she had sat on for hours, her joints and muscles protesting against the sudden movement.
“Let me walk you home.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“Thank you.”
The stranger gathered his blanket and his book, shoving both in between his arm, following her lead out of the park and towards her apartment. Her teeth chattered so harshly it rattled her skull. The sun had set, becoming impatient waiting for them to finally part.
Without a word, the man her dog had jumped on just a few hours ago unwrapped the blanket from under his arm and laid it across her shoulders. “It might be a little dirty but I put the upside on you.”
“Thank you, my jacket has seen better days anyway,” she smiled, pulling the thick wool around her, engulfing her like a hug. She sighed of relief at the warmth it provided her chilled bones. They walked in easy silence, sneaking occasional glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking.
He was the first one to break the silence. “Have you always lived in the city?”
“Mostly. I grew up just outside of the city but it’s close enough. You don’t look like you grew up in the city,” she teased. Her dog trotting beside her sleepily but eager to get home for dinner. Her grumbling stomach agreed with her dog’s eagerness.
He laughed lightly, “You’re not wrong. I’m from Las Vegas.”
“Wow! That’s really cool actually. I’ve never been out West. Why did you come here?”
“I was tired of it, long story short. But I’ve always loved being in a city, being able to walk mostly everywhere I want to go, the sense of community.”
“Unfortunately, most New Yorkers have no idea what the words community or kindness mean.”
He laughed, nodding in agreement. His laugh was just like his smile - infectious. If he laughed, anyone around him wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from laughing along even if nothing was funny. When he laughed hard, his eyes fluttered shut and he tipped his head back slightly. When he laughed lightly, he had small wrinkles at the side of his eyes, and he always had that toothy grin. It startled her to realize that in the few hours she knew him, she already knew this much about his mannerisms.
Too soon, they reached her apartment building’s door. She fished out her keys from her pack, her pup pushing his head up to the door, ready to kick it down if he had human legs. “Thank you so much again for walking me home. I hope you’re not too far, it’s pretty dark out now.”
“It was no problem, I wanted to make sure you made it safe. Don’t worry about me, I might not look like it but I can put up a fight.”
She smiled at him because he was right. His lanky frame and nerdy look in fact made him look like he didn’t even know how to throw a punch, but who was she to make judgements?
The door unlocked with a click. “Hopefully, we’ll meet again soon,” she smiled, handing him his blanket and heading inside the foyer of her apartment building.
She plopped onto the couch in her cramped living room and let out a sigh she had no idea she was holding in. Then the realization hit her, she didn’t even ask for his name or how to contact him. She groaned. Of course she would be stupid enough to let the only guy she’s had a connection with in years slip through her fingers.
The rising sun shone through her living room curtains, spilling like honey over her face. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion fogging her brain for a moment. She must have fallen asleep on the couch though she wasn’t sure when she even fell asleep. A book laid open, splayed on the hardwood floor next to her couch. This is a familiar scene she sees way more often than she’s willing to admit. There’s no greater way to relax than to read a good book in ambient lighting. It had started raining shortly after she got home last night, the hard patters of rain drops hitting her window. That was enough to cause her to pass out before even finishing a chapter.
She was abruptly snapped out of her daze as her intercom buzzed. Her confusion deepened, completely unsure if she was expecting anyone this morning or if she had overslept and missed a meeting. When the second buzz rang through her apartment, she rushed over to answer it. “Hello?” She said sleepily.
“Hi, I’m sorry uh..I’m the guy your dog tackled in the park yesterday.” If she could see his face, she’s pretty sure he’d have a nervous smile on it. His hand running anxiously through his curls, hoping he buzzed the right apartment and desperately hoping she didn’t feel uncomfortable at him showing up.
“Oh! Hi! Sorry, come on up. I’m in apartment 3B.” She groaned as she realized he probably already knew that, considering he had buzzed her apartment.
She buzzed him in quickly and realized the state she was in. She rapidly ran her fingers through her knotted hair, combing through as many knots as she could in the time it took him to reach her front door. She straightened her clothes, the same ones she had gone to the park in minus the coat hanging by her front door. She rushed over to pick up the book from the floor, setting it gently on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.
A soft knock rattled her front door and she rushed over to it, fixing her hair and clothes again before pulling it open. “Hi,” she breathed, her chest suddenly too tight. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous, he was the one who showed up to her apartment.
“Hi,” he responded, a sheepish smile tugging up the corner of his lips. His hands were shoved into his coat pockets, as if to keep himself from fidgeting in front of her, a feign of confidence. “Sorry for showing up randomly.” He finished quickly, realizing she was waiting for him to explain himself.
“It’s okay, to be fair I did let you walk me home. If I thought you came to kill me you wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. She stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside. He didn’t hesitate to step through the threshold and take in her apartment while she shut the door behind him.
“Your apartment is beautiful, it feels like nature but home.”
“Oh, thank you. That’s actually the best compliment I’ve ever gotten,” she smiled, gazing around her apartment with him. She had a variety of plants scattered around her apartment - large potted plants that reached toward the ceiling in the corners, small plants in decorated pots lining shelves, settled on her coffee table, and even in her kitchen. She always assumed having fresh air to combat the natural stench of New York City was never a bad idea. She had posters and picture frames hung up with precision, decorative throw pillows scattered on her couch from a night tossing and turning, bookshelves filled to the brim with books, plants, and trinkets.
“Make yourself at home,” she said, intending for him to sit on the couch while she made them…tea? She wasn’t really sure what kind of expectations she had as a host. “Do you like tea?”
“Love it.”
“Perfect.” She rummaged through her cabinets in search for tea, it would be slightly embarrassing to have run out of tea bags after she already asked if he wanted tea. Thankfully, she found a few loose boxes of tea and made steaming cups for them both.
She carried the tea out carefully so as to not burn herself or spill any on the floor beneath her bare feet. She gently handed him his cup which he gratefully took and cupped between two palms, waiting for it to cool.
She settled in the seat next to him on the couch, copying his actions and cupping the warm cup between her hands. Her apartment luckily didn’t feel like the outside world with the biting wind and the bone-chilling cold, but, this man’s presence was enough to send a shiver rattling down her spine and goosebumps rising along her flesh.
“Thank you for the tea,” he smiled, delicately blowing on his tea to quicken up the cooling process.
“Of course, I’m sure any normal host would offer tea, it felt like the socially acceptable thing to do.” She gave him a small smile back, just enough to lift the edges of her lips upward, but not enough to bare her teeth.
Her brain still felt rattled at the fact that this stranger she had only met around 24 hours ago had remembered where she lived and showed up to her apartment.
They both took ginger sips of the steaming tea before setting their respective cups on the coffee table. “It’s delicious.”
“Thank you, I don’t make tea often but I’m glad I’m still good at it.”
He chuckled lightly and the sound reverberated around her apartment. Her mind betrayed her and thoughts of that laugh just swimming around her apartment on a regular basis caused an ache in her chest. She hadn’t had a man in her apartment in probably years, most likely for the best.
Her work was her life, she had the terrible habit of drowning in her work when life got rough, or when her feelings got inevitably hurt. She almost wanted to kick this gorgeous man out of her apartment before he could hurt her feelings or disappoint her like the rest.
“I’m sorry for showing up randomly,” he started, rubbing his sweaty palms across the legs of his jeans. “I never got your name or your contact information so I hope I’m not crossing any lines by coming by.”
Despite her better judgment, a smile grew on her face. It really was sweet.
“It’s okay, I’m just surprised.”
“Understandably. I just couldn’t let you slip by,” He said shyly. He grabbed his tea cup again, an attempt to still his fidgeting fingers.
Her breath hitched in her throat. Her mind swam as she attempted to push back her assumptions. It wasn’t every day that a random stranger showed up at her door, a handsome one at that.
She realized she must have been staring wide-eyed at him because he chuckled softly. “I’m sorry if that was a little too forward.”
“Oh! No, it’s okay. I just- What do you mean?”
He ran a hand through his chestnut curls, the other gripped onto the tea cup like his life depended on it. “I just-I’ve never been able to talk to someone like that.”
She nodded slowly - she knew exactly what he meant. She had thought the same thing as she sat on her couch just hours ago, turning the events of their meeting over and over again in head, as if it was a coin in her hand.
“It was just…easy. Peaceful.” He smiled sheepishly. She relaxed into the couch. Peace. It was all she ever wanted in life and she tried tirelessly to keep control of it, to stuff it in a cage and keep it locked up so she could never feel its absence again. With him sitting in her apartment in front of her, she felt like she didn’t even have to try to reach out and grab it, it ran into her arms like a friend.
“I thought the same thing,” she admitted as she fought a smile rising on her lips. The man in front of her didn’t try to hide his relief or the upturn of the corner of his lips.
“That’s relieving.”
“Agreed.”
They smiled at each other for a moment, both in a daze. “I guess we should do a proper greeting this time,” he suggested, holding out his hand in front of her.
She took it with a grin. “Hi, I’m y/n.”
“Hi y/n, I’m Spencer.”
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WITHOUT YOU !
— ‘hobie × reader angst where the reader doesn't know that hobie is spider punk and doing all these multiverse missions and is hurt by hobie having to flake out and miss dates or hang outs, hobie wants to reveal who they are but maybe saw a multiverse where that didn't end well?’
— hobie brown x gn!reader
— lots of angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, little blurbs and then a longer one
— duty calls hobie at the worst times, and you start to get weary of how he’s acting
— i had an inner debate with myself on ‘should i write a happy ending or sad ending’ so i compromised and did a poll (directly reuploaded from my old acc @/hobieenthusiast)
The first time Hobie Brown skipped out was three months into your relationship.
He wanted to take you to a local diner his friend owned. Hobie always wanted to support his fellow anarchists and friends in however they battle the corrupt world. And what better way than bringing his partner on a lovely date there?
He promised to meet you there. That he had something to take care of before he came.
You assumed maybe he was bringing a gift or had to change at his apartment beforehand. You know it would be okay, Hobie wouldn’t flake. Right?
Right?
You stood outside the diner in the cold air, waiting for Hobie to arrive. You had some paper flowers you created in your hand to give to him when he arrived (since of course you couldn't ever buy into capitalism). He was already about five minutes late at that point, but surely he had his reasons.
Five minutes turned into ten. Then ten to an hour. You went inside at some point to sit and wait for him, asking for some water and a coffee for when he got there. But after two hours, you lost any hope. You stood, paying for the undrunk coffee and tipping the waiter for dealing with you not ordering food.
Wasn't like you were hungry anyway.
As you were walking back to your apartment, you finally got a call from him. The adorable photo of the two of you along with 'Hobes <3' popped up, and you could only sigh as you picked up.
"Hobie?" You call out, holding the phone to your ear.
"[Name]!" He spoke on the other end, his voice sounding a little more upset and out of breath. "Sweetheart, 'm so sorry-"
You cut him off, shivering slightly. "Where were you? Actually, scratch that. Where are you?"
“Somethin’ came up, darlin’. ‘m so sorry. I called as soon as I could.”
He sounded genuine in his apology. You sighed, rubbing your eyes and keeping quiet for a little while. This stung, for sure. But if it was out of his control, could you blame him?
Hobie sighed on the other end. “I’ll make it up to ya, a’right? I’ll come ‘round tomorrow, we’ll go then, promise. That a’right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah..” You respond, taking a deep breath. “Yeah that’s good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Hobes.”
You both say goodbye and hang up soon after. Hobie stayed true to his word and came by the next day with some hand-made gifts to apologize, taking you out to the diner. It turned out okay, you were grateful for that much. Surely that was a one time thing.
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The second time Hobie Brown skipped out was on your four month anniversary.
The two of you agreed to not do much, just stay in and hang out. He even agreed to teach you some guitar! To say you were excited was an understatement.
He promised to come over around seven and spend the night. Hobie even wanted to make dinner together. Something you were again looking forward to.
His promise was genuine, so surely him being late wasn’t anything to worry about, right?
Right?
You put on a record onto your record player, one of the shared favourites between you and Hobie, playing the music throughout the apartment. You sat on your couch, fiddling with some of the pins Hobie gifted you as you awaited his arrival.
Eight pm. Hobie still hadn’t shown up.
You shot him a quick text, asking where he was. No reply. Surely everything was okay. He was Hobie Brown, he knew how to take care of himself. With little worry in your mind, you focused on starting dinner, hoping Hobie wouldn’t mind.
Nine pm. No sign of Hobie.
You finished making food, setting a plate aside in the microwave as you ate your portion in silence. The music accompanied you, but not like Hobie does.
Ten pm. Hobie Brown was nowhere around.
You could only sigh in frustration, upset he flaked, again. No call this time either. You had sent close to six texts within those three hours, none of which were responded to. You were upset, that much was certain.
A knock on your door startled you. You rush over, opening it quickly.
Hobie stood on the other side, clutching his arm with his hand covered in blood. Some cuts and bruises littered his face.
“Hobes, oh my- get in here.” You say in worry, bringing him in and guiding him to your couch. “Sit.. hold on please just.. crap..”
You rush to grab some medical supplies, lying them down in front of him. You take a towel, soak in some hydrogen peroxide, raising it to his arm. Your hand shakes as you make contact with Hobie’s skin, but his hand stops you.
“Aye, look here..” He says quietly, looking down at you. “You’re shakin’. Deep breaths, ‘right? ‘m totally fine.”
“But you aren’t! You blow me off then show up three hours later all beaten up! You can’t do that Hobie!”
He’s silent as you shakily clean him up. He could tell you were upset, and he felt guilty for being the cause. This was yet another instance out of his control, but Hobie didn’t feel it was right to excuse himself while you were so nervous.
You finish cleaning and bandaging before sighing. “I’m sorry I just.. you scared me, Hobes.”
“I know, sweetheart..” He responds, pulling you into a tight hug. “Won’ happen again. Promise.”
Funny enough, that’s what he said the first time.
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The third, fourth, and fifth times Hobie Brown flaked were enough to make you pissed.
He continued to promise he couldn’t flake again. He said he wouldn’t get hurt and that he would show up. That he wouldn’t be late.
Lies.
You sat on the rooftop of your apartment building, legs dangling over the edge. You knew Hobie would come. You said it was urgent. That you had to talk.
“Careful. Don’t needya fallin’ down.”
You chuckle at the familiar voice. Hobie comes to sit next to you, noticing the somber expression you’re wearing.
He sighed, looking over the building. “Everythin’ alright?”
“As much as I want to say yes, no.” You respond, not daring to look at Hobie’s expression.
There was a heavy silence that hung between you two for a little while. He knew what this was about, but he had no intention of telling you the answer.
—
Hobie let out a small breath, sending the anomaly back to HQ. This one put up a fight, that was certain. And that universe’s Spider-man? Well he was dealing with another villain not too far from there.
He decided to swing over in case anything went wrong, settling for observing for now. But something about the enemy did catch his ear.
He kept talking about how he was going to make Spider-man pay, they were sworn enemies, blah blah the same spiel like always. But this one was saying.. more than that.
‘You’re gonna pay for keeping [Name] from me!’
‘How do you even know ‘em?’
‘Oh Spider-man, I know all. Just like how I know you revealed your identity to them. Wrong move, Spider-man. Or should I say, Hobie Brown?’
Of course Hobie knew this wasn’t his universe, but hearing it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. He watched as the fight raged on, even seeing this universe’s you suspended on the top of a clock tower.
He watched the moment go on. Watched as this Hobie Brown stopped the enemy, fixed any falling pieces, then went to save his you. But he didn’t make it. The clock tower piece snapped from damage, releasing the hold it had on his you.
Hobie couldn’t watch anymore. He swung away from the scene, far as possible, before taking off his mask with a heavy sigh.
He was debating with himself for so long. He owed it to you to tell you about his identity. He knew that. But after seeing that.. he wasn’t too sure he truly could.
His heart was heavy as he pulled out his phone, seeing a dozen texts from you asking where he was. Hobie felt so guilty, keeping this secret.
But he had a duty to protect you, even if that means hiding it.
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“What’s going on with you?” You ask, drawing your knees to your chest. “You continue to flake on our dates and hang-outs. Your bandmates have said you don’t come to rehearsals. And you randomly show up hurt or worse. I can’t understand what’s happening.”
Hobie sighed. “I know. Haven’ been very present. ‘m sorry.”
You shake your head. “I’m not looking for an apology.” You say, glancing at him. “I’m looking for an explanation.”
“Well..”
Hobie stops his words, unable to continue. It’s like he’s back in that moment when he witnessed your death. Well.. other universe you. But it still stung the same. Would that be the consequence if he told you who he really was?
He knows Spider-man can’t save everyone. So what does he do?
“Can’t tell ya..” Hobie finally says, looking out onto the city. It was always so beautiful at night. “‘s for your safety.”
“My safety? Hobie you can’t be serious.” You say, a sad expression crossing your face.
He shakes his head in turn. “I just.. need time. I gotta make sure ‘s safe to tell ya.”
You’re silent as his words, unsure of what to do. You trusted Hobie, you truly did. But this was hurting the both of you. That much was obvious.
“Okay..”
You lean your body on Hobie’s arm, taking a deep breath of air. “Take as long as you need. Just.. promise you’ll stay safe. Please.”
Hobie wraps an arm around your shivering body, planting a kiss on your head as he combs through your hair. He’s grateful, oh so grateful, that you understand. This wasn’t easy, he knew that of course. But you were the best person who possibly could understand, even when so in the dark.
“Promise..”
His voice carried into the wind of the night, sealing the words between the two lovers.
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an: this is a reupload!! (copy and paste pain) because for some reason my original post wasn’t showing up on the tags?? even my own??? if this doesn’t show up again i’m just gonna leave it as is. also the og’s who saw the post before i took it down are the real ones <3 anyways, requests are closed but i took this as a suggestion because i wanted to do it. when i saw this in my inbox i felt productive/determined to fulfill this ask so you're welcome /Ih and holy shit 2k+ notes on part one you guys are crazy thank you so much i'm so glad you liked it!! you take care of yourself as well dear anon <3
‘i've got my eye on you.’ (pt. 2)
prompt: what would they do if they saw their s/o in an uncomfortable situation
characters: itto, diluc, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia, thoma, kaeya
style: fluff, much fluff
notes: not proofread, lowercase intended, possibly ooc because i used character demos/teasers/ a few voicelines as references, gender neutral reader, the smaller text is whispering, no dialogue/use for [name], kuki shinobu mention in itto's part, how tf do you write zhongli and kaeya, petnames: beloved, treasure, love, swearing, blood mention in tartaglia's part, tartaglia getting a little violent, got lazy while writing the last few portions
reblogs are appreciated!
itto
"HEYYYY THERE YOU ARE!! so uh, are these guys bothering you?"
"huh, so they are. hey! hey, no worries! ill getcha outta here. i'm THE arataki numero uno they’re dealing with."
"hey, so, you're making my lovely super amazing wonderful partner uncomfortable and i would absolutely LOVE it if you leave em alone."
"oh wait, they're already gone. OHHHH did i scare them?? HAHAHAAA, man, that was great. totally worth the scare. anyways! want to have an onikabuto battle? yeah? OKAY! come on, come on, come on!!! i know the best spot to find them. but just so you know, i will beat you this time!"
let me tell you itto's was a lot of fun to write. i don't have to write too seriously!!!
he was looking for you actually, to have a little onikabuto battle since he's determined to win. (despite the many losses he has under his belt)
but seeing you look so uneasy from afar, yeah no he's not having it. ran towards you at mach 20.
one simple glance at him, those creeps are running to their mothers. the best part was that itto was confused as to why they've run off but he assumed it was because of him.
well, he's half right, because what really scared them off was kuki shinobu's shadow quite literally appeared out of nowhere next to you and itto. mvp! you guys weren't aware of her presence, because after they ran off, she just walked away. stealthy. like a boss.
i find it canon that if itto has a s/o shinobu would do anything in her power to keep those two away from trouble/danger. it's her job as deputy leader of the arataki gang, right?
diluc
"look, i'm not interested in small talk, but i'll get straight to the point. if you wish to make things simple for the both of us, see yourselves out. i won't ask again."
"what am i going to do about it? well, wouldn't you like to know." (casually readies his claymore)
"what a bunch of imbeciles. *sigh* i apologize for not arriving here sooner, i'll escort you home."
"you. want to stay with me? alright, i'll arrange a room for you at the winery right away. no? ah. i see. then i suppose my bed would big enough for the two of us to sleep on. are you satisfied with that? good. now let's go."
he isn't the darknight hero for nothing
like the gentleman he is, he was going to accompany you until you get home safely and then exchange goodbyes.
but no, you wanted to stay with him for the night. he has many rooms for the guests to use, but when you in particular suggested to sleep with him in his room, he of course doesn't mind since it's you.
should it be anyone else, it'll be an immediate no. so be glad you get to have this privilege from the guy because he loves you and is willing to do anything for you
zhongli
"pardon the intrusion, but i believe now's the time for the both of us to take our leave. please excuse us."
"it'd be wise for you to not place your indelicate hands onto my beloved. lest you'll see a rather.. grotesque, outcome."
"my dear, are you alright? ... how did i find you, you may ask? oh, please do not underestimate me. i'm far more than what meets the eye."
"we are sharing a contract, after all. to live and cherish life with one another until the end of time, to be safe, filled with tenderness and warmth within our hearts, and to not have anyone interfere that great deal of a bond. for you are my greatest treasure."
rip my brain for having to push zhongli's portion out because it clearly cannot comprehend this man's vocabulary.
you and him are to follow a contract, yes. but it's similar to a confession, if that makes sense?
basically zhongli was the one to confess to you first with his built-in thesaurus (to which you accepted of course if you like him too) and then have you and him sign' this sort of contract as a promise to stick with one another for as long as life can allow it. and by sign...
it's a kiss. to seal the contract :)
ayato
"a pity. hm? yes, i am 'the head of the kamisato clan. but your concerns about my reputation is irrelevant."
"you're harassing my lover, and if i catch you doing this unsightly act once again, then i'm afraid i'll have to resort to something that'll make you wish you've never been born."
"ah, my words were too harsh? nonsense, it was vitally necessary. at least it'd driven them away. well, i guess there are benefits for someone of high status."
"come now, i'll have my staff cook you something to your liking. you are my lover, so they'll be sure to suit your needs. you needn't worry."
fun fact: i've never finished ayato's story quest so i was writing this blind (with the help of some voicelines/demos/teasers, this goes along with the rest of the men on this list)
originally, you two were going on a nightly stroll since he was free but were stopped by a group of creeps. however, ayato handled the matter in his way.
in his head, those creeps are a waste of time and mere bugs because, well, they are. and pathetic, because they immediately recognize him for his high status and they all shrank in his presence. which made things easier for ayato. he made a small threat, and then they zoomed.
afterwards, he wanted to bring you home for dinner instead. continuing to stay out after that ordeal was not an option in his book.
what a good man
tartaglia
"wow, you all are quite bold. daring to do that while i'm here? hah, how risky. i'm actually impressed, by how wrong of a move you've just played."
"say, wouldn't you guys be interested for a sparring session? i'll be delighted to fight you all at the same time to enhance my combative capabilities. no? are you sure? okay, the offer's still on the table you know. and don't think i'm letting you all off so easily."
"love, are you alright? did they hurt you? if they did then i'll be sure to give them the same pain as they did to you. but worse. hm? no? okay, if you insist."
"moving on, let's go home shall we? the more i think about those creeps, the more i'm itching to grab my blades and hunt them down. oh! no, it's nothing. let's move, wouldn't want to stay out for too long."
we all know that he'll definitely end them
the thing is, he was right next to you when it happened and it's almost as if those asshats were blind!!!
blinded by his beauty ig
well, those assholes should sleep with one eye open every night now that tartaglia has seen them.
thoma
"excuse me, my partner and i are in a hurry. we have important business to attend to and we wouldn't want to be late."
"we won't take up the rest of your time, so please, if you'll excuse us."
"phew, that was rough. i didn't like how they were treating you, so i wanted to help you out. oh nonono, there's no need to thank me! as your boyfriend, it's my job to make sure that you're safe and happy at all times!"
"to get your mind off of what happened, i'll cook dinner for you tonight. any preferences? favorites? recipes? ill be sure to write them down!"
thoma based
instead of staying and insulting them, he just makes up an excuse to leave! it saves less time!!
..which shunned the creeps to bits. because you see, to me, people who are as kindhearted as thoma are equivalent to sunshine. and by sunshine i mean blindingly bright.
too nice and polite to the point the creeps are blind and deaf, you get what i mean?
kaeya
"well, well, well, how amusing of you all to act in such a way while i'm here. clearly you weren't cautious about your surroundings nor able to understand the differences between common courtesy and disrespect."
"how do i think so? from what you were displaying a few seconds ago, there's an obvious answer to that. it's allill written in your face. uneasiness. just like my partner."
"run along now, before your feet will run cold."
"ah, please, spare me the thanks. i only did what i had to do. as long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me. now then, allow me to treat you to dinner. it's all on me~"
honestly i got very lost in writing kaya's portion despite listening to his voicelines for like 2-3 times :,)
but, what i can conclude from this is that he'll be the sly bro he usually is with people
except in here, it's a bit different. his words are like that of a snake, wrapping around its prey.
makes sense, because kaeya doesn't stand people who make his s/o uncomfortable. if he scares them off or anything, then so be it. anything to keep you safe.
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The thing that's really getting to me about AI art is that this is just megacorporations' way of to avoid paying people because why bother going through the hassle of paying an artist for their work when you can just use an AI to steal it for you.
We all know about the starving artist stereotype and the fact that artists are starving isn't because of the artist but it's because of their clients. So many people have divorced the art from the artist and never give a damn about them and so many times you see interactions that are boiled down to:
>> Client: I want *something so elaborate that it'd take a professional a month to make* in a week
>>Artist: Okay, that'll be $100
>>Client: ExCUUSE ME
To use a real example of this
Only $3,000?! That's laughable and insulting especially considering just how much money Fortnite makes.
Megacorporations have always done their best to mass produce and undercut their workers but art has always been a huge problem. You can literally see the budget with art. But now with AI, it doesn't matter. A robot can now steal art from an artist that’s “too expensive”. This isn't even an over reaction, either, because it's already happening. Not only did these artists not consent to this, some of them even denied for it to be used.
This isn't the same thing as inspiration for humans. When humans use art as inspiration, it changes, grows, and evolves with their skill but a robot is just stuck like this. They just cut and paste work from something that took someone years of sleepless nights to do.
BTW, if you're an artist and a corporation does steal your work, you're not completely screwed (under US law). This reel does a good job of explaining what you can do if someone reuploads your work even if you didn't file for copyright.
Also, as someone who used to have an AI generated profile picture, I'd like to apologize. I always just saw AI as a fun toy and nothing more. I never thought AI generated pictures would actually replace artists.
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gn! reader
📒: mentions of fighting, bruises/injuries, headcanons, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, might be ooc, some angst in nagi's part, this is a reupload cause my original post didn't show up in tags D:
reo mikage version
meguru bachira
this boy cares for you a lot
ever since he found someone that didn't find him weird aka you, he was as loyal as a dog. if not, more loyal; following you around, looking at you with nothing but love and endless devotion
so if he ever heard you get into a fight, he'd fight with you, defending you as hard as he could; he firmly believes in the quote, "eye for an eye"
you get punched in the eye? next thing y'know meguru punches your opponent in the eye harder than they did with you
he doesn't let you get hurt anymore the moment his eyes catch the sight
however, there are some times where he'd be cheering for you in the fight instead of fully jumping in
he'd be riling you up IMMENSELY and shoves anyone off if they tried insulting you
when the fight ends, he drags you to a private area, helping you clean your wounds as carefully as he can, while he comments how proud he is that he has such a strong lover
he makes sure you're physically, and mentally okay basically, giving you words of affection and kissing your bruises, wishing he could do more to ease the pain.
however, unbeknownst to you, he confronts the people that have messed with you, after every fight
once it happens, it'll never happen again - he doesn't want to lose you
y'know how he says that he thinks his weak point is how he doesn't worry a lot? he worries a lot when it comes to only you
the people that have messed with you delivered a 10-page apology letter in your locker the day after the fight
extra: he definitely doodles on your bandages, "meguru was here!" is something he'd doodle the most
seishiro nagi
i feel like he most likely wouldn't find out until someone tells him, since he often hangs out alone and plays games all the time
he finds out through social media, or from reo
worst case scenario? he'd be too late, and the next thing he knew he had to visit you in the clinic because he wasn't aware. he wasn't able to do anything
he's never been so awake??? it was the first time you'd see nagi actually profusely sweating without playing soccer
he holds your hand, giving you small, gentle kisses as well as soft apologies, his voice soft
ever since that incident, he's always with you- he makes sure to not leave you alone, at all
whenever you two are alone, he kisses your scars or healed wounds; especially if you're ever feeling insecure about them. he gives you a lot of reassurance and tells you that his love for you hasn't and never will change.
he makes sure to keep himself around you more, holding your hand and using his tall figure to intimidate anyone who messes with you
he'd also definitely doodle on your bandages whenever you have them on your body; he'd mostly draw choki, or small smiley faces
aside from his worry, there's also pride within him
YES you get into fights, but that means you don't back down?? that concept to him makes you attractive to him 10000x more.
extra: he cuddles you after everything that's happened, playing with your hair while you lay your head on his chest <3
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Interlude: Beach Day | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
Synopsys: What if Shadows to Stars never happened? What if you and Miguel led the blissful, romantic, domestic life the both of you have always wanted? And what if you all went out for a nice beach day?
Or
In which I had a stroke of inspiration to finally write something happy for this man, as opposed to all of the angst that plagues my mind whenever I think of Miggy!
Words: 4.4k
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff! That's about it, it's happy, it's kind of short, it's sweet and it's not angsty at all, which is a first for me. Spanish translations are at the end! Also, again, as with all of my fics, I tried to make this as inclusive as I could, so other than the fact that reader is a woman, there's no big descriptions. Hopefully I captured that well!
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back from my vacation! I'm actually on my way to another, ahaha, but I really needed to write this - hell, I missed writing sooo much! Anyways, this is a sort of "what if" to STS. It's not a sequel, it's not a part 2, it's simply a "what if this was a happy oneshot instead of an angst-filled, heart-wrenching, tear-inducing one? What if everyone was happy?" kind of deal. I quite like how it turned out, and I hope you guys will like it too! Hopefully I'll be able to write something else before I leave again.
Also, this is a reupload because yesterday I posted the wrong, unfinished version of the story. I apologize for that, I promise to be more careful in the future!
“Beach day! Beach day! Beach day!” Gabriel chanted happily as you undid his seatbelt and removed him from his chair. Your son was quick to put a (Spiderman themed, thank you very much) hat on top of his head and grin at you, tiny legs eager to touch the floor and feel the sand through his flip-flops.
“Honey, watch out for the cars, c’mere.” You told him, and since he was far too happy to complain, he followed your lead, now safe from the harm of the road and careless drivers.
“Beach day! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” He jumped up and down, pointing towards the very visible horizon line.
Miguel could only help but chuckle. It was the first time this year you three were going to the beach, and Gabriel hadn’t stopped once minute ever since you told him to pick out new swimming trunks – he’d picked a very cute red and blue pair, tiny Spiderman masks adorning it. Gabriel was quite the Spiderman fan, which only made Miguel smile further.
While you carried a bag with food, Miguel carried a backpack with some essentials – sunscreen, your book, his newspaper, etc. It would be nice to get some alone time with his family, finally away from the responsibilities of the Spider Society, and the wary eyes of the Nueva York Police Department.
He was also eager to finally see you trying out that cute bikini you had taunted in front of him once or twice. He’d never seen you wearing it, but from the smile he saw you with when you got home that day and told him you had done the purchase of the year, he could tell it was going to be worth it. With his free arm, he slung one of the two beach umbrellas over his shoulder, and handed you the other. Gabriel was carrying a small backpack full of toys, and the sight of you three could only be described as precious. A beautiful family, all wearing the most beautiful smiles, ready for a fun beach day.
You were looking forward to every single bit of it!
“Mama, please, please, pleeeease, can I go in the water now?” Gabriel gave you his most adorable look – the biggest puppy dog eyes the world had ever seen, brown and bright and well, were you not his mother, and used to it, all his tricks would still work on you. As well as your husband’s, of course. But that didn’t mean your sweet boys did not keep on trying.
You sighed, and Miguel chuckled. What were you expecting? Your four-year-old son to sit still, waiting diligently for the moment you would finally tell him it’s okay to race to the water?
Squeezing a good portion of sunscreen into your hand, you smiled.
“Sunscreen first, alright?” You then proceeded to apply it all over his body, which proved to be a very difficult task, since the little boy in front of you kept jumping up and down, babbling on about all of the cool things he’d do once he was in the water, like swimming wish fish and meeting a mermaid, and then talking about the cool castles he’d build once on the sand. You watched him in complete awe and adoration, nudging him softly so you could apply some of the cream on his face.
“Alright, alright, now close your eyes.”
Gabriel did as he was told, giggling uncontrollably.
“I look like a snowman!” He exclaimed before you bopped his nose, smearing sunscreen all over it.
“You’re everything but a snowman my love, a snowman would melt, and you aren’t going anywhere.” You were rewarded with a smile and a big, tight hug from your son.
Miguel, who had been setting up the umbrellas, looked over at you and your excitable son. He could tell you were trying your best not to cave in, but it was just so hard when Gabriel got happy like this.
“Come on chaparrito, vámonos. I’ll take you to the water.” He said, taking off his sunglasses and glancing at you. When you opened your mouth in protest (going on about how he had to put on sunscreen first), he kept speaking. “Relax, I’ll do it when I get back. Are you sure you wanna deny this little guy of his water for much longer?”
When you turned to face Gabriel, you were met with his big shiny eyes and an adorable pout. Placing a kiss on his head, you smiled and gestured towards the water.
“Fine. But be careful, you two! I’ll organise things in here and meet you guys soon, ‘s that okay?”
Gabriel nodded happily and you turned around to organise your things – missing how your husband took off his shirt and placed it on top of his backpack. Miguel placed a kiss on your head and took your son by the hand, taking him to the water.
While this happened, you got to work.
You set the towels down next to each other, unfolded Miguel’s chair, applied some sunscreen on your face and arms, and checked everything inside the food backpack. You also decided to enjoy the few moments of peace Miguel had granted you and do some reading. There was no wind, so there was no sand to fly around and bother you. Today really did seem like the perfect beach day.
Within a few seconds, laughter could be heard coming your way, and a smile formed on your lips – you would always recognise this voice, no matter what.
“Mama! Mama! Mama, the water is fantastic!” You placed your book down and turned around to face Gabriel, whose hair was all stuck to his face, and whose smile seemed to grow as each second went by. “There were waves and Papa helped me jump over them!”
You chuckled and nodded along as Gabriel told you about all the nice things he saw. Like the family with the cute dog, or the girl whose brother picked up and threw in the water as a prank, or the group of friends that were playing volleyball – everything seemed to fascinate your little boy and you loved how enthusiastic he was.
The beach did seem to be very alive, crowded with all kinds of people. Families of all shapes and sizes took their children for a swim, friends cheered and laughed with cold beers, gymnasts showed off their backflip skills or their flexibility, and many, many others. It’s like the beach had a life of its own.
The sun was shining, and the sky was clear – it was the perfect summer day, with nothing but the sound of the waves, some seagulls, and all kinds of laughter filling your ears.
And then, it was as if all of the air got sucked out from your lungs.
The whole world seemed to move in slow motion – or was it just him? – as Miguel came out of the water, his hair dripping and making him look sinfully attractive, his figure tall and strong and broad, all strong cheekbones and veiny hands and wide back and large shoulders that you nipped and held onto while he sank himself inside of you again and again deep at night –
“Mama? Mamaaa? Mama, can you hear me?” Gabriel’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, and your cheeks went hot when you realised what kind of images you were conjuring in your mind in such a public space. You looked away, slapping yourself mentally, which your husband seemed to notice as he approached you.
Goodness, he looked irresistibly handsome – and much to your dismay, you weren’t the only one who thought that. People around you – mostly indiscreet women who thought their sunglasses would disguise them – were gawking at Miguel, some going as far as to shamelessly open their mouths in awe and giggle.
It made you upset that people were openly staring, but all those thoughts went away once Miguel sat down on the towel closest to you and kissed your cheek.
“You look flustered, cariño. Is everything alright?” He teased, lips brushing softly against your ear, sending a full-body shiver down your spine. Miguel loved how easily he could get reactions out of you, how easily he made you squirm with only his words.
“Yeah, everything’s perfect,” You replied unable to meet his eye. When you looked away, you notice two women walking by, gawking at your husband, and giggling behind their sunglasses. You frown and turn to Miguel, covering him with the shirt he folded earlier.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, confusion on his face.
“Covering you up. You are far too handsome for your own good, everyone’s staring! I gotta lock you up for good so no one else will look at you.” You mumbled, faking a pout. Well, almost faked a pout. Miguel was good-looking. Terribly so. He got stared and gawked at on the street all the time. Women stopped to swoon when they looked at him, men wished they had his physique.
So, it wasn’t a surprise that oftentimes, you felt negative about yourself. What if you simply weren’t a match for his looks? What if he stopped finding you attractive? You had a son and your body had changed – and while you loved the changes motherhood had brought you, and you loved yourself and your body (just like Miguel, who spends every waking moment reminding you of how gorgeous you are, inside and out), you’re only human – and humans are bound to have sad thoughts sometimes.
Miguel laughed heartily, pulling you close to him by the hip. His fingers trailed along your leg as he placed soft kisses on your nose, cheeks, and finally your lips.
“No les hagas caso.” He murmured, lips still against yours, “Mis ojos solo te ven a ti.”
Warmth flooded your heart, and you were just about to reply, when your son interrupted.
“Nooo, Mama, Papa, stop kissing!” Having said this, he wrapped his arms around Miguel’s neck, clinging to his back. Miguel stood up, holding onto Gabriel’s legs so he wouldn’t fall, and pretended to shake him off his back.
“Oh no! I’m being attacked by the Gabriel-Man!” He shrieked, pretending to scream in pain. “The Gabriel-Man is kidnapping me! Mi amor, help me! He’s going to take me away!”
You laughed, heart swelling at the sight of your loving husband and your child playing together. Gabriel was playfully hitting his fists on his dad’s shoulders, attempting to “defeat him”.
“Don’t worry Mama! I’ll save you from the kissing monster!” He said bravely.
“Oh, my brave Gabriel-Man, always so thoughtful!” How could you not play along? You placed the back of your hand on your forehead for a dramatic effect and leaned back as if about to faint. “The kissing monster was going to kiss the life out of me! What would I do without you?”
This earns a gasp from Miguel.
“Qué?” He grumbles, putting Gabriel down and making his way towards you. “How dare you imply such things! I will steal you for myself now!”
“Noooo Mama! Be careful!” Gabriel yelled, pulling your arm, hoping you’d follow him.
But it was too late – within seconds, Miguel had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder despite your protests. You giggled and giggled, playfully punching his back, and begging him not to do what he was about to, but to no avail.
It didn’t take a scientist like Miguel to figure out what he was up to.
“Alright, alright, I take it back!” You tried pleading with your husband as he approached the water, but he seemed hellbent on his mission. “You weren’t going to kiss the life out of me! Gabriel-Man, you’ve gotta help me!”
“Noo! Mama, I’ll save you!” But for all the trying your little boy did, he couldn’t stop Miguel, nor could he help you down. After a while of pointless pushing and pulling, he stepped to the side and watched with a wide grin how the water touched your feet with each wave, and laughed loudly when Miguel dived, taking you down with him.
He let go of you, and upon resurfacing, you giggled and gasped in faux betrayal, throwing your arms around Miguel’s shoulders like Gabriel had done.
“How dare you!” You yelled, trying to push his head under the water but failing miserably. Gabriel looked at the both of you expectantly, and you quickly walked over to your son to include him on the family fun. He couldn’t swim yet, so you settled for picking him up and bringing him near Miguel, where the water was at the level of your hips and could do no real harm to Gabriel.
“It seems the kissing monster has won, wouldn’t you say?” Miguel inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry Mama, but he’s too strong!” Gabriel wailed, holding tightly onto you. It was only when he did that, that you realised Miguel had brought you to the water while you were still wearing your beach dress. You looked at it and then at your husband, chuckling and shaking your head.
“It’s okay my love, don’t you worry. This monster’s not so bad after all. Although he did get my dress all wet!” You replied, eyeing your husband.
He just shrugged, as if a soaked dress was the least of his worries – which it technically was.
“Should’ve taken it off, princesa, not my fault.” Miguel splashed some more water on you, which just made Gabriel get even more overprotective – he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck, covering your face with his, and swearing he wouldn’t “let Papa bother you anymore”.
All you could do was smile.
“Don’t worry, Papa never bothers me.”
After a while of splishing and splashing around, you placed Gabriel on the floor, and with him holding your hand, started walking out of the ocean.
As soon as your feet were the only thing it could touch, you took off your soaked dress, earning a whistle from your husband.
“Mierda…” He mumbled under his breath, somewhat imperceptibly, before running a hand through his hair. You looked ravishing. That bikini did wonders for your figure, hugging your body in the perfect way, accentuating the shape of your breasts and panties gracefully flattering on the natural shape of your hips.
And the colour – holy shock, the colour rested against your skin tone, complementing it perfectly. Miguel had to say – you knew exactly what you were doing when you bought that bikini.
He slowly approached you, a sort of low groan erupting in his chest, and that’s when he looked around and found at least a dozen of people staring at you. Men raising their eyebrows comically, licking their lips, women’s jaws opening and closing, unable to form a single sentence.
In that moment, Miguel knew the very thought that was running through all their minds: “Fuck. What a woman.”
He himself felt his swimming shorts too confining for a few moments – Miguel could swear the fabric was tightening around him, but the public beach was not the time nor place to have such filthy thoughts about you. Not when he had to make sure everyone around you knew exactly just who you belonged to.
While you happily made sure your son wouldn’t go too far in the water, Miguel approached you from behind and encircled your waist with his arms, bringing you closer.
“Te ves deliciosa.” He whispered, lips pressing against your cheek, the shell of your ear, your neck. “¿Todo esto es para mí?” To prove his point, he tugged at the straps of your bikini, which filled you with confidence.
Just a few minutes before you were feeling self-conscious, wondering if your handsome husband would perhaps not find you attractive anymore once he looked around himself and saw what other people had to offer – and here we was, almost salivating at the sight of you.
“Like what you see, Mr. O’Hara?” You whispered back in an almost identically sultry voice.
“Muchíssimo.” Miguel answered, hands coming to rest on your waist as his head did the same on your shoulder. A gentle kiss here, a playful nip there.
“In fact, I think you’re the one who has to cover up and never leave the house again.” His sweet words were whispered against your skin, as if he was trying, with all his might, to embed him into you. How could he make sure you knew just how much he loved you, how beautiful he thought you were? Would you ever truly know the way Miguel looked at you? How he saw you in his eyes, what you really were to him?
You laughed, turning to him, cupping his jaw, your whole entire world, in his hands. You kissed his jaw, his cheek, his usual frown (now a gentle smile), before pressing your back to his chest once again. Miguel knew this to be your favourite position – the two of you, holding each other close, as you looked at your son.
For a while, the two of you watched as Gabriel played near the water, collecting seashells and making tiny pools, jumping over each wave and overall, just rediscovered the beauty of the beach. And you were smitten.
“Thank you,” You say, placing your hand on top of his.
“What for?” Was the reply Miguel gave you.
“For taking the day off. For being with us today.”
You could feel Miguel’s smile as you continued to speak.
“I know that things have been a bit hectic in the Spider-Society, and that you’re a busy man; but it means a lot to me that you’re spending time with us. Gabriel thinks it too. He couldn’t shut up about how ‘Papa was taking him to the beach’.”
It was true. All of it. Miguel was a busy man, but he always did his best to be around you, to be around his family and be the best father he possibly could. Even if he was tired and in the brink of exhaustion, he would always spare some time to read Gabriel a bedtime story and hear about your day.
Because Miguel O’Hara had found peace in life, he could allow himself to simply be Miggy, or Papa, as opposed to being Spiderman all the time. Because Miguel O’Hara had found you, he could rest.
How he managed to land such an amazing wife and child, he has no idea. Miguel thinks he must’ve done some really great thing in his past life, like sacrifice himself to save the entire universe, or find a cure to some rare disease. What else could explain how fortunate he was, to marry the woman of his dreams, the woman who filled his days with laughter and love, the one who was always there, who helped and cheered him on every step of the way? And to have a son with her? For her to have given him the honour of making him a father, Miguel is sure he must’ve discovered life in another planet and saved all humankind.
“I’m just glad we can have a good time. I missed hanging out with you both.” He says, hands delicately trailing your hips. “And I most definitely missed seeing you like this.” A wandering finger tugged at your bikini straps once again, and he was rewarded with the most melodious sound in the whole world, your laughter.
What can he say?
He is a lucky man.
“How’s your sandwich, honey?” You asked, looking up to face your son.
Gabriel had gotten hungry, so you gave him one of the tuna sandwiches you packed, along with a juice box. He was sitting on his towel, hat comfortably on his head (Spiderman themed, obviously), while you were lying down on your stomach, silently watching him.
“It’s good! I like the lettuce! It’s gonna make me big and strong like Spiderman, right Mama?” Gabriel O’Hara, ever the Spiderman fan. You nodded to his words.
“Absolutely, honey. You’ll grow up to be just like him if you keep eating your vegetables.”
There was a big chance of him growing up to look like Spiderman, vegetables or not, but you wouldn’t tell him that. Besides, Gabriel was unaware of his father’s secret identity, and you wanted to keep it that way for a long time.
Gabriel kept munching on his snack, and you sighed contentedly, deciding to close your eyes and listen to the sound of the waves hitting the shore. How relaxing it all felt.
Miguel had gone for a swim, and you were waiting for him to come back so you could also eat your sandwich.
So, you settled for watching your little bundle of joy have his lunch.
Just as you’re about to give your eyes some rest (safely assured that your son is okay since he started educating you on the amazing world of sandcastles), you hear Gabriel giggle, and then quickly become quiet.
And then again.
He giggles, and suddenly stops.
You open your eyes, confused as to why your son seems to be acting so weird.
When you look at him, you see him looking behind you and covering his mouth with his hands. What the hell is going on?
But before you can turn around and find out for yourself, you feel a massive weight on top of you.
And not only that –
It’s wet.
Freezing, even.
And that’s when it hits you.
“Miguel!” You shrieked, as your son laughed and laughed and laughed.
“Ah, so comfortable!” Miguel said, adjusting his body so that he wasn’t squeezing you under him, but still pressed his body against yours. “Mijo, have you seen your mother?” He asked comically, pretending to look around.
“Yeah! She’s right there!” Gabriel said with a wide smile, pointing at you.
You wanted to be upset, truly. You’d been lying under the sun for a while, and while your body was scalding hot, his was positively freezing. But anything that got your son to laugh was fine by you, and there was no denying the whole situation was amusing.
“There? Where?” Miguel looked around and scratched his head, appearing truly confused. “I don’t see her. Mi amor? Where are you?”
So you decided to, well, quite literally, flip the situation. You reached your arms up behind you (a rather difficult feat, thanks to the position you were in), and managed to run your fingers along the sides of Miguel’s torso, making him jump in surprise, and roll on to the sand next to you. Sure, he was tall and bulky and strong and somewhat intimidating to the average person. But you were his wife, and you knew Miguel O’Hara to be ticklish in a few spots.
You decide to take advantage of that power, seizing the moment. Miguel is on his back, so you’re quick to tickle him. Soon enough, Gabriel is next to you, the rest of his sandwich carefully folded on top of his towel, and the both of you are tickling the living hell out of your husband.
“Cariño – ah! Ah, mi Cielo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He pleaded in between breaths, laughing loudly at the sudden attack. He could push you two away at any moment, but for now, he wanted to play into it. “I won’t do it again, ah – promise!”
Gabriel seemed to beam at his words.
“Then say Gabriel-Man is the strongest! Say I win!” He gleefully remarked.
“Vale, vale, Gabriel-Man is the strongest! I have been defeated! You win, Gabriel-Man!” Miguel fakes a defeated sigh and drops his hand on the sand with his eyes closed.
“Mama! Mama, we win! See? We won; I saved you!” Gabriel practically jumped on top of you, hugging you tightly. You hugged him back just as tight, smothering him with kisses. No place in his face was untouched by your lips – you covered him in affection and were rewarded with the joyful sounds of your son’s laughter.
“Yes, my love, you did save me! Thank you so much!” You smiled and looked at him with all of the adoration in the entire world.
Meanwhile, Miguel had been watching this interaction with heart eyes, completely smitten by the sight before him. How could he possibly want anything other than the two people in front of him? His loving wife and the amazing son you blessed him with. Miguel feels a rush of affection run in his veins and takes a mental picture of the display before him.
He slowly sits up and smiles at Gabriel, who drops the superhero antics and jumps into his father’s arms.
“I saved you too Papa! I did!” Miguel smiles and holds Gabriel close to him with one arm, using his free one to pull you onto his lap.
“You sure did, mijo.” He looks at you, stars in his eyes, hoping to convey just a fraction of the devotion he feels towards you and Gabriel.
He meets your beautiful eyes and – Fuck. You’re gorgeous. You’re so gorgeous, and you’re his, and he’s so, so lucky to have you.
You wrap your arms around the both of them – your husband and your son, the two lights that shine as one, the lights that serve as guidance in everything you do.
“Enjoying beach day so far?” You question him as you place your lips dangerously close to his.
“Mhm.” Your husband smiles, and you swear you could get lost in this beautiful smile at him. The smile he flashes you when he’s completely there, with you, with no burdens and responsibilities, the one he gives you when he is utterly happy, the one you love waking up to. “In fact, I think we should do this more often.”
You giggle – a the most beautiful sound, in Miguel’s humble opinion – and finally kiss him, hand cupping his jaw. You taste of salt and home, and Miguel wishes he could freeze not only this day, but this particular moment in time. He kisses you softly, savouring the unspoken promises between the two of you, the ones that promise you are not going anywhere. When you pull away for air, he rests his forehead against yours.
Gabriel quickly joined you both, attempting to do the same thing and resting his forehead against his parents’.
A smile graced your lips. You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
“Yeah,” You say, “We should.”
A/N: I love this man omg. I just know he'd be super playful when it's just him and his family, he'd come out of the water all wet and be like "Who wants a hug?" to his s/o, even though they're absolutely dry. My delusions are getting the best of me, I swear.
Spanish Translations
No les hagas caso - Don't mind them
Mis ojos solo te ven a ti - I only have eyes for you
Mi amor - My love
Qué? - What?
Princesa - Princess
Mierda - Shit
Te ves deliciosa - You look delicious
¿Todo esto es para mí? - All this for me?
Muchíssimo - Very much
Mijo - My son (It's short for "mi hijo", sort of a sweet nickname used by parents)
Cariño - My dear (Another endearement term used for a significant other)
Mi Cielo - My sky
Vale, vale - Fine, fine
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james somerton 'apology' video transcript
Note: for those who do not want to watch it. For those who do, here's a link to a reupload as the original has since been deleted. There are a lot of a pauses and 'um's/'uh's, the latter of which are largely ommitted from the below transcript. Posted under a readmore as it's pretty long.
I'm sorry for taking so long to make this video, or to say anything. I'm in the hospital- I've been in the hospital for a little over a week. I tried- Fuck. I tried to do something really stupid... (pause) I'm only here now because before I did it, I called my dad to talk to him one more time and, he figured out something was wrong, called paramedics or 911 or… and they got here and I woke up in the hospital and, yeah.
…
Anyway, I'm not trying to make this a sob story, I'm just trying to explain why I've been so quiet. I had a friend from back home checking my emails and stuff, and yeah.
…
But anyway… I wanna say that I'm really really sorry, really really sorry... for the stuff in the videos, the not crediting people, and for a lot of videos, you know I, I did the opening titles thing, and I tried to put like ‘this is based on X's- this person's research, or on this person's book,’ but I know now that wasn't enough, that wasn't okay. And then there were a lot of times... that uh... oh god. There were a lot of times that stuff just got put in and there was no attempt at crediting anybody (pause) and I'm really really sorry.
And I'm not, I'm not sorry that I got caught, I'm sorry for ever doing it, I didn't- I honestly honestly... didn't realise that I was hurting people... And now that I know that I was hurting people… I'm just really sorry.
I lost my best friend because of this. Nick and I have been best friends since 2011 or [20]12? We'd been friends online and then. He lived in Ottawa, I moved to Ottawa so we could be, like, friends in person, and then we moved back to- I moved back to Nova Scotia, and Nick came with me. We eventually moved to the Toronto area where we lived together for 7 years? 8 years? We lived together for a really long time… and… he hasn't spoken to me since this happened.
Sorry, sorry I said I wasn't gonna make this a sob sorry. I should’ve got some Kleenex.
Then again I'm really really really sorry for the things I did in the videos: copying people's work and not crediting them properly or at all. I also wanna apologise for the misinformation and just outright lies that ended up in the videos? I didn't- I honestly say that I never intended for any of that stuff to be in the videos, most cases I didn't write it but I should’ve, you know it was my face on the channel, my name on the channel, I should have been, I should have been more diligent about fact checking and stuff. ‘Cause there was a lot of really stupid shit in there. It would’ve- it's just so easy to check, I just never did, I just took it for granted…
I also, I wanna thank Hbomberguy and his team for setting up the fund to make some money available for the authors that were wronged and the journalists and writers and…
I wanna help somehow, I don't know how, a lot of- I've seen a lot of people online saying how much money I apparently make and they’re way overestimating. Beyond the fact that Nick and I split everything 50/50, they're still way overestimating how much money came in… And the Toronto area is expensive, so there's not really any kind of savings, I'm moving home really soon… ‘Cause without Nick there's nothing for me here, and like I said it's really expensive…
And so I wanna say I wanna thank them for setting up that fund, and I wanna help somehow. The only thing I can think of right now is to make the videos, most of the videos public again and every month I can send the ad revenue from all of the past videos- ‘cause there were plenty that didn't have any, any uncredited stuff in them... But I can make them public again, and then every month I can send the AdSense to- either I can send it to Hbomberguy's team, that they can add to the fund, or I can start a fund myself? And every month I can publicly say how much money was made on the AdSense and show it. And send that to the writers and stuff every month. I don't know... what the system for that would be? But I would be more than happy to do that
You know some of the videos like the ‘Killing Stalking’ video brought in like a pretty decent amount of money every month so that would be helpful I think/to them. I'll also put in either the description or the pinned comment the names of the authors so that anyone watching the video knows where all of the information came from, that it wasn’t me going out doing journalism- I never thought that anyone thought that I was doing journalism and stuff, and I don't think anyone did. For the people who actually were doing it should have been given the credit they deserve, they did the hard work, all I did was edit a video. They did the hard work and they- they deserved the credit
(cut) Sorry about that, phone stopped recording.
But- yes. They deserved- they deserved credit, and… when it was something... when it was something like the, the recent... ‘history of hollywood’ videos, right there in the opening credits, I put the Vito Russo's name, that it was adapted from his book ‘The Celluloid Closet’. Same thing went for the gay panic video and the gay holocaust video, they were- the holocaust video was adapted from two books, and the gay panic video was adapted from a lot of journalism, and I- I put their names right at the beginning of the videos.
But and- I understand that's not how citation works... now. I understand that, I get it. And I wanna do better. And I know a lot of people hate me now, ‘cause I did bad shit. But I wanna try and do better. At some point I’d like to make videos again. I'd like to do videos that are fully sourced, where I will put a link to the script where you can find all the sources so that everyone is properly given the credit that they deserve, any the kind of research that's done, credit for any b roll that's used whether it's stock footage, or movies or TV shows or video games, or anything like that, have it all in there. I would like to become a really really good example of giving proper credit to writers and journalists
And I know a lot of you watching this aren't- aren't really gonna care, you'd rather I just disappear. But I would like to try to do better.
I never ever intended to hurt anybody. I never thought that that's what I was doing. Before I went- before I went to the hospital, I read a lot of stuff from people who were really hurt, not just authors and stuff but people who watched my videos who were hurt by stuff in them. People think that I hate ace people and women and bisexual people and lesbians and that's not true. It's really- it's just- it’s not true. And I’m sorry that stuff made it into videos that just shouldn’t have been there: misinformation and lies... But I promise you I did not write that stuff.
I should have been a lot more exacting when Nick and I would be editing scripts but I promise you that those are not- I don't think those things. I specifically want to apologise to asexual people who feel that I just completed delegitimised you. Nick being ace, I- I know that it's kinda like you know, no two gay people are exactly the same, no two ace people are exactly the same, but I kind of, when it came to that I just kind of ran with Nick's judgement and his observations and stuff like that. And I’m not trying to throw Nick under the bus, which a bunch of people are saying that I was setting him up as doing, which is not true…
This whole thing, Nick and I were 50/50 partners, it wasn't I hired him to have a scapegoat or something like that. I never hired Nick. Nick and I were roommates for years before I started doing Youtube videos and then they started- people started watching them and I asked Nick if he wanted to help me write them and he said yes and we started splitting the- first the AdSense and then the Patreon and then the sponsorships, we just split everything. Nick was never supposed to be a fall guy.
I'm sorry. Maybe I should have waited longer to do this. But yeah, I- the- I did not- I don’t think those things and I don't think Nick does either, I think it was just how fast we were writing stuff, and how fast we were putting videos out, it was just too fast. And we weren’t putting the care into them that needed to be put into them.
I've seen a lot of people on social media and other youtubers even lying about me, but other- other- Hbomberguy was not one of them, I just wanna be clear about that, except I was never setting Nick up to be a fall guy and. It was never a grift or anything like that. I swear it was not. It is not.
In the next couple of days, I'm gonna send out a message to the Telos supporters on Indiegogo and explain the whole situation in more detail to them because we were not super clear about everything that was going on with Telos and so I can- I understand if it seems like we weren't doing anything but we were. We were doing a lot of work on Telos. We just weren’t talking about it is because we- we made that initial first announcement for ‘final girl’ and that fell through and I'll explain that to the message I send out to the supporters which I'm sure will end up on reddit or somewhere… And after that we didn't- we didn't want to talk about it too much until we had something really concrete, and I will explain all of that in that message
Telos was and is not a grift. I was never gonna take the money and run. None of the money that came in for telos was ever going to be paying me or Nick. It was going to be paying queer actors and artists, musicians, things like that. And I know there's been lots of talk about budgets and all this stuff, and people saying that I'm really stupid for thinking a movie could be made for that little money, but there are examples of it being done, and I actually do have a work ethic.
Anyway. but yeah. anyway
I do want to keep making videos and I know a lot of you won't watch them and that's- that's fine. But I really liked making videos…
We ended up making a lot of videos we didn't wanna make because people were asking for them, and so there were a lot of videos that we made that we didn't wanna make, and I think those videos are very clear on which ones those were. One of them never got officially released. It was released to patrons, some patrons have shared it to other people before all the videos went private. A lot of people hate the analysis that Nick and I did on it but. And so maybe it's good that that never got properly released, because… maybe it would have hurt people. And I don't want that.
But I do wanna make videos again sometime. I'd love to do like retrospectives on important gay movies. If you watch the channel ‘Be Kind Rewind’ they're an amazing channel that do a lot of retrospectives on older Hollywood movies and I would love to do that for gay movies. A lot of gay movies, people my age and younger have never heard of, things like ‘Torch Song Trilogy’ and ‘Longtime Companion’, and stuff like that, movies from the seventies and eighties and the nineties, things that were like really influential for gay cinema that no one talks about. And you know, I'd like to talk about not just those movies but how they got made and stuff like that. I would love to do something like that.
I swear on my mother's grave that there will be no copying people, no copying pasting. Every source will be cited in a document and on screen. ‘Cause I usually liked doing the research. I loved doing research - reading the books and articles and stuff like that. I- the part of me that was lazy was the copy and paste part. Instead of just putting it into my words and citing them properly and giving them credit… that's where the laziness came in. That was- I wasn't trying to be malicious. That was just laziness. And I promise for anyone who does watch the videos that I make going forward… I promise that will never happen again. I welcome the highest level of scrutiny on the new videos.
…
As for Patreon, I’m going to reactivate it. Because I saw a lot of people on social media saying that I was probably going to reactivate it right on January 1st so that everyone could get a surprise billing and I could take the money and run. And, no. First of all that was never my plan and I'm not gonna do it. I'm gonna reactivate it now so that anyone who wants to leave - which I imagine will be the vast majority - can leave and not have to worry about being billed again in January.
… Yeah. So. In closing. I'm again incredibly sorry... And again I'm not sorry because I was caught, I honestly didn't know how much I was hurting people… and how much harm I was bringing to the community, because that's not ever what I intended. I wanted the channel to be a safe place. I spent so much time deleting comments that were hateful
I recently found out that I wasn't being notified about- that I wasn’t seeing comments that were in replies to other comments so there were plenty of hateful comments in the comment section that were plenty hateful that I wasn’t seeing, and I didn't know that. But I wanted the channel to be a safe place and it ended up not being a safe place.
And for the misinformation, that kind of falls into two categories. 1. I did the wrong research in the historical things and other things they're not what I wrote.
Again, thank you to Hbomberguy and his team for making the fund for the writers. I'd like to try to contribute to that somehow so- if- if it's okay to make the videos public and send all of the- public and send all- it won't be all of videos ‘cause some of them had to be taken down because sponsors wanted them taken down, but I can put the videos back up with the sources properly put in either- for the I guess for the videos that would be going up from zero, I could actually put in sources for the videos, which would be good.
I guess I could- For the other ones that would just be made live again, I could put them in a pinned comment. ‘Cause I think people read pinned comments more than they read the descriptions, cause like the descriptions disappear in a lot of places. Something like that. Something so that I can try and- it won't make up for what I did but just. Something.
So I’m really really really sorry. I hurt a lot of people that I really respect and that really sucks. And. Nick if you're watching this I know you're probably not but I miss you and…
Yeah I want to do better. I want- I want to do better. I want to prove that I can do better. I don't expect anyone to just give me the benefit of the doubt. But I want to show that I can do better, so I hope you'll let me do that.
Again, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that the things I did- I'm sorry that I disappointed you. I promise going forward I will do better.
Thanks for watching, and...
…
And I’m really sorry.
#james somerton#hbomberguy plagiarism video#plagiarism and you(tube)#james somerton apology video#of course it's badly written he had to write it himself for once
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google docs on my phone (revised version) and ipad (unrevised. raw.) did not sync correctly and I refuse to reupload this so for a better read go to ao3. not much changed, but I tweaked a lot of word choice and improved the pacing/clarity/all the things.
CuteGuy’s debut was today, and it had gone great. It hadn’t been staged, Grian had made sure of that, but it was frighteningly close to the story Scar had weaved for them before when he had introduced the idea; HotGuy alone, outmatched, when suddenly, CuteGuy swooped in, turning the tides for both of them.
Hero debuts weren’t normally anything special, not in this town. Introductions that caught peoples’ attention were few and far between, often drowned out by other news, but CuteGuy wasn’t new on this block. Indeed, he drew a lot more attention by 1) Fighting with heroes instead of against them, 2) Defending HotGuy and fighting alongside him, and 3) Being a massive dick.
And people loved it.
Clips of CuteGuy were circulating everywhere; cussing out reporters, battering peoples’ faces with his wings if they got too close, telling kids they should really consider better idols than HotGuy, and plenty of other completely out of pocket interactions, though, nothing drew the public eye quite like the dynamic between CuteGuy and HotGuy together. HotGuy, well known for his confidence and charisma, was reduced to complete mush next to CuteGuy, desperately playing damage control and apologizing for every word that dropped from CuteGuy’s mouth. It was abundantly clear that CuteGuy was basking in the control as well, the shit eating smirk never leaving his lips as HotGuy was forced to trail behind him, sputtering through every word.
And Grian loved it too. He loved it. If it wasn’t clear from the videos alone; his head held high, wings poised confidently, the expressiveness of the performance, it was definitely clear when Grian came home, all but collapsed onto the couch, and talked enthusiastically until he just couldn’t stay awake any longer.
And words couldn’t describe how that made Cub feel. That Grian was happy. That he was smiling, even in his sleep, even after a tough couple weeks, even partnered with HotGuy, a man he did not particularly like. Grian was happy. He was going to be okay.
And yet, it was 2:00 AM, and he was still awake. Still scrolling through his phone, through clips, through every tweet and message that so much as mentioned CuteGuy’s name. He was so stressed. Cub had already started to break out; a little on his face and a little on his back, but he had no doubt it was only going to get worse, that he would never be able to stop worrying and thinking about every possible thing that might go wrong. So much. So much could go irreconcilably wrong.
Cub didn't want to put that on Grian, not right now when he was so elated (and also very asleep). But he wasn’t tired, and he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon, especially not like this, so wound up. He needed someone to tell him, confidently tell him this was going to be okay. To make him believe for tonight at least, he had nothing to fear. Luckily, he knew a guy, and also luckily, that guy worked nights often.
‘Are you working?’ Cub sent the message, a little more hopeful then probably warranted.
Scar responded instantly, with a striking amount of typos for a message so short, ‘m Up. Workinh. W’ and then after a short pause, ‘Wht up?’
‘Eventful night or?’
‘Ya.’ There was another pause, the typing bubble open for an awfully long time before a picture came through; a selfie of HotGuy, his visor cracked, nose bloody, and grin bright, posing for the camera. Someone was behind him, also posing, but Cub couldn’t see any of their face. Christ.
‘We can talk later’
‘Nonononow fine’
There was a long pause between this message and the incoming next, but the typing bubble stayed, so Cub waited, unable to help his own amusement.
‘dick and balls’
‘dick and balls’
‘I eat dick and balls’
‘OMNOMNOMNOMNOMN’
Cub laughed, but didn’t get to respond before another message came through, completely indecipherable in what was presumably a great panic.
‘TIOL PGOME A’
Cub had to assume he didn’t get to finish the message. Given the length of time that had passed with no new texts, Cub got the feeling it might be a minute before any clarification was given. Not needed, really, but the mental image of Scar panicking after his phone was briefly stolen was enough to keep Cub smiling.
‘I didn’t realize you were so forward. You’re not getting impatient with me, are you?’
‘NK’
‘p’
‘I’m just not sure I’m ready for that yet.’
‘PENIS!!!!!!!’
‘You make a compelling argument.’
No more messages came through from Scar’s end, so Cub had to assume he put his phone down and focused on whatever it was that was going down on his end. That was perfectly fine. Still, Cub found himself content to watch the endless loop of the bubble at the bottom left, infinitely ‘typing’ for better or for worse. Probably for better. Cub didn’t know how much time passed before another message came through, but the animation made him jump.
‘So sorry. Checking my phone during a fight was a bad idea. Kicked her ass tho.’
Cub lingered on the screen, allowing himself a moment to enjoy this, enjoy a world in which something like this could happen. Something completely crazy. Mostly wonderful. ‘Are you sure about that? You looked a little worse for wear.’
‘You don’t know what I look like.’
‘You sent a picture’
‘Oh’ Then a brief pause, presumably as Scar went to check the picture, ‘We may have both gotten our asses kicked. She’s worse off tho’
‘She looked fine in the picture.’
‘She was less fine after getting the wind knocked out of her and then getting shot. Tidied that battle up real quick. People don’t love fighting with arrows in their feet. Kills the vibe a bit. But I didn’t feel like dragging anything out’
‘Wanted to talk to you’
Cub took another moment to himself, to pause, to feel warm. ‘Could we meet? Somewhere close to me, preferably. Can’t sleep. Need a distraction.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Anxious’
‘I’ll let you know when I get there then. We can walk’
‘That sounds nice.’
Scar didn’t respond, probably already on his way, and Cub lingered in a moment of gratitude before getting back up and throwing on something a little warmer. He didn’t know how long Scar would be, but he wanted a little air regardless, so he left the apartment to stand outside while he waited. Dressing warm had been a good decision; the night air had quite the bite, but Cub didn’t much feel it under his clothes. It was nice. He felt a bit more like he could breathe.
It was only fifteen minutes before Scar pulled up in an Uber, chatting with the driver even after he was entirely out of the car, and Cub was pretty sure the Uber would have to drive away to get Scar to stop talking. But Scar did turn around eventually, entirely shell shocked to see Cub waiting there- it was kind of incredible how expressive he was for nearly 3:00 in the morning.
“Cub! Hello! You didn’t have to wait outside, I would have shot you a text!” Flecks of dried blood dotted Scar’s face and uniform, along with a nasty looking cut at his side, but he didn’t look bothered by the injuries.
“I wanted to wait. It’s stuffy up there.”
“It’s cold out here!”
“I’m not cold.”
“I am!” Scar announced, almost like he was proud, then waved one last time to the Uber driver before they left, “I wasn’t when I was working, but it must have gotten colder, or at least it feels like it after being in a warm car. I might freeze before I make it home.”
“Might bleed out before then.”
“Huh?” Endearingly, Scar checked his nose first, as if that’s what Cub would have been worried about. His hands were also pretty gross, probably from wiping away the blood from his nose before. “Oh!” He followed Cub’s gaze to the cut on his side, “You know, a cut like this is pretty rare! Not much gets through this suit. But it’s fine, I’m hardly bleeding. Trust me, I know my limits.”
“Well I won’t be giving you my coat if that’s what you were after. You’re gross right now.”
“Ah! Foiled again!” Scar snapped his fingers, and Cub rolled his eyes through his own smile.
“You weren’t getting it anyway, I like being warm. That walk you promised me might help you out though.”
“I-Well of course!” Scar waited for a moment for Cub to join his side, then began his aimless wander in what Cub was pretty sure was a completely random direction, “What’s on your mind then? You doing okay?”
“Ah, I’m a bit better now. I wanted to talk about Grian, but now I think I just want a distraction. The rest will pass.”
“Okay! I can do that! Grian had a big day, didn’t he,” Scar laughed, sounding a little out of breath. “He gave me a run for my money, I’ll tell you that. My people were not happy with him, but they were a little less mad at me when they saw the public reaction, so everything is fine on that end for now. Is he good? Glad to be home after all that?”
“Oh, he’s thrilled. Had a great time the whole way through and fell asleep in the middle of telling me all about it. At 7:00. I have no doubt he’ll sleep through the night anyway. Speaking of sleeping, do you just not get tired?”
“I’m exhausted. Took a nap though and was feeling pretty good, so I decided to go out anyway. And… have been relentlessly made fun of from 11:00 to 2:00. Everyone’s getting a kick out of CuteGuy it seems, but I’m happy to see it.”
“This does not surprise me. There’s quite a bit circulating about you two, I’ve seen more than one clip of you chasing after him.”
“What- Hey! I thought you didn’t watch that stuff!”
“I don’t. Usually. Tonight I do, though. Today I do. Maybe from now I until forever I do, so long as Grian’s involved.”
“Oh no, today was awful for me. I didn’t do a single cool thing- and everyone ALWAYS posts the flubs. I haven’t looked- tell me now I’m not allowed to look. Tell me I can’t look.”
“You should not look.”
“Augh!” Scar yelled, much louder than was warranted at 3:00 AM, but he didn’t seem to care, throwing up his arms in distress, “I need to be filmed doing something cool immediately or I’ll never recover.”
“Hey, it’s not so bad. People loved you. They were laughing at you, but they loved you all the same.”
“I don’t want to be loved when I’m down!”
“It’s a little funny.”
“Do not say those words to me! I won’t take it! I can’t take it! I’m fragile, Cub, very fragile!”
Cub rolled his eyes with a snort, “You’re fine.”
“You know, you wouldn’t guess it, Cub, but I’m a pretty sensitive guy. Doesn’t take much to get me down, it really doesn’t, so you’d better be gentle with me, or I’ll be thinking about it all night.”
“I absolutely would guess it, actually,” Cub said, laughing at the affronted expression that colored Scar’s face, “Maybe I want to see you when you’re down. Parade you around all day like Grian did, whiny like you are.”
“I- Excuse you!” Scar stammered, entirely flustered in all the good ways, “You do not- You do not get to be so mean to me!”
“I like it when you struggle. It’s human.”
“I’d much prefer you’d like me at my best!”
“Believe it or not, I,” Cub paused, letting the sound linger, “like you all of the time.”
Scar turned a delightful pink, as he always did when paid any sort of compliment, which was very sweet, and a little bit unbelievable, if Cub was being honest. Scar had absolutely no reason to be this smitten with him, and that wasn’t a self-jab, it was just true. Scar barely knew him, even now; Cub hadn’t even see him much in the past couple weeks, busy as he was with Grian, working, and whatever else it was that he got up to in his free time. This might’ve been the first time they’d seen each other one on one all week, though, Cub wasn’t counting. He wondered absently if Scar was.
When Scar finally managed to stop stuttering, he spoke, again, far too loud for 3:00 in the morning, “I just don’t think that’s true.”
Cub snorted, a little incredulous, “You don’t?
“I don’t!” Scar said, more confidently, “I do all sorts of things you don’t like, I know it.”
“Yeah, because I tell you when you’re doing something stupid or dumb or annoying.”
“Exactly!” Scar said, brightening, like this proved his point.
“You can be stupid, dumb, and annoying sometimes and also be liked in all your forms, Scar. Good or bad or getting your ass kicked, my love isn’t that conditional. I can not like something you’re doing, and still like you.”
“No, I don’t think so. See, you’re getting annoyed at me right now!”
Cub knit his eyebrows, indeed, getting annoyed, “Scar, that’s not how love works. Think about Grian, right? He does things that piss me off, that worry me, that make me want to pull out my hair, all the time, and I still like all of him. You like him too, thorns and all, I know you do. You don’t just stop when you’re being challenged.”
Scar considered him thoughtfully, looking at his hands still stained by dry blood. His own expression was strained, like this was an incredibly difficult thing for him to understand, which, on second thought, was a little concerning.
“Okay,” he said, though Cub got the impression he still didn’t quite understand.
Cub hummed, thinking. “Let’s take your hands, yeah? They don’t look great right now, do they. Do you like having bloody hands?”
“Uh,” Scar looked up, then back at his hands, “No. Not really. Gets itchy after a while.”
“Itchy. That’s good. I wouldn’t like itchy hands either. But you still like your hands, don’t you? They’re not unappealing as parts of your body just because they itch from time to time.”
“Guess not.”
“But if they itched all the time, or they were always covered in dried blood that flaked off everywhere and got in your food and your bed, that would probably be a little gross. You’d probably like them a lot less if they were always causing you problems. But they’re not always covered in blood. They don’t always itch. So it’s not that big of a deal, right? You can get frustrated with people and still like all of them. You’ve been frustrated with me before, I know it. That doesn’t change how you feel about me. People aren’t so volatile.”
Scar nodded, a little more firmly. “Okay,” he said, sounding a little more like he meant it. Cub was satisfied.
“I’m curious,” he started, hoping to move on to something lighter, “What’s your civilian life like? I feel like you have such a large presence as HotGuy, it’s hard for me to imagine what you do when you’re not being a superhero.”
“Oh!” Scar almost startled, but laughed, easing his own tension, “Well, it’s not very exciting, I’ll tell you that much. I am HotGuy most of the time, I mean.. work is work, and that’s a big chunk of my life. And beyond just working, there’s talking to strangers and hanging out in break rooms and all the other fun stuff I can’t do as a civilian. But I do like to go out, drink, meet people. I love to dance when I’m drunk. To get lost in the loud music and just move.”
“Wow, I can’t relate to that at all.”
Scar barked a laugh, and Cub smiled, chuckling a bit himself. “Well what do you like to do then mister? Besides work. Well, I guess you probably don’t like to work.”
“Not particularly. I flip flop wildly from hobby to hobby, and I’m between them right now, though I’ve started falling down a rabbit hole about fireworks, and honestly, it’s kind of grabbing me. We’ll see where that takes me in the future. In recent years though, there’s been a whole bunch of things. I like making games; card games, board games, stuff like that, I enjoy puzzling that kind of thing out. Space. I love space. I actually got possessed last year, that was kind of crazy. I like things that have some sort of creative-“
“Wait. Wait a minute. Possessed? What do you mean possessed. Explain.”
“Oh, I got sculk sickness. Grian got it too, but not as bad as me.”
“Oh- oh no! That’s terrible! That’s- sculk sickness is not the same as getting possessed, Cub.”
“You’d think that, wouldn’t you, but we got along.”
“What- What does that mean.”
“Well, Grian got it like people normally do. He was very ill, itchy, had the stuff growing all over his wings, poor thing, he really hates stuff between his feathers. But that’s how it spreads, right? Itching, getting the spores everywhere. That’s how I got it. We were kinda both in the hospital- away from the city, that’s where they quarantine people. Could you imagine how bad a big outbreak here would be? Anyway, we were both hospitalized, and everything was fine, but the staff weren’t really used to people who just.. walked out.”
“You left the hospital? Cub!”
“Well I just felt like I should. Sculk patients are mostly bedridden anyway, and early on, it was only growing near my hairline, at my back, shoulders; not places that were super obvious. No one noticed when I left the first time. Or the second time. Everyone knew my face after the third time, but that didn’t stop me from leaving a fourth time. Or a fifth.”
“Why. What- what could you have possibly been doing.”
“Spreading the skulk, bay-be.”
“What?”
“Again. Possessed. I wasn’t hostile or anything- mostly just a nuisance, I mean, there was a whole crew dedicated to cleaning up after me for a long time. They had to put a little tracker in me and everything because I just wouldn’t stop leaving and wandering around the countryside. It was pretty crazy. I’m still being monitored, which is pretty funny, but probably for the best.”
“And you got out five times? How did the staff keep letting you leave?”
“Oh, way more than five time. At least eighteen times I got out at least. They didn’t let me do anything, but they just couldn’t contain me. They put me in a jail cell one time and I just turned the bars to sculk. The poor guy at the reception desk, he didn’t even have a mask or anything, he was just terrified. He didn’t get sick though, again, I wasn’t out to hurt anyone. Probably the only reason I got out so much was because they kinda needed a special team to deal with me. Can’t just touch someone with sculk sickness, it’s too contagious.”
“A whole team of people had to take you back to the hospital eighteen times?”
“Oh, not quite like that. Two people at most, though it was usually only one woman. I liked her. She had spunk.”
“How did they get you back?”
“They just asked. I was pretty compliant. I leave, spread the sculk, and on the way back, I spread more sculk. I was perfectly happy with that. I even went along with most of the treatment procedures, though, I didn’t want to sculk to die. Obviously. We were buddies.” Cub paused, smiling when Scar gaped at him, “I don’t expect you to understand. No one really does, and that’s okay with me. Again, there’s a reason I’m being monitored. Well, that’s one of the reasons.” Cub lifted his hair so Scar could see the hairline, still dotted with dark blue-green sculk, shimmering gently in the low light. “Never got rid of it. You’re not in any danger though, don’t worry. It wouldn’t produce spores unless I wanted it to.”
Scar stared, in such shock, Cub couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah. They don’t think I could do that. Despite telling them, I can’t actually produce the spores on command, so they think I’m safe. I mean, they wouldn’t have let me out of the hospital if there was a chance I was still contagious. The sculk by my hair is dormant, it doesn’t produce spores or spread, but I just know if I really actually wanted to, I could bring it back.” Cub smirked, “You believe me.”
“I do! It’s scary!”
“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about. I have to visit my doctors once a month for some tests, as well as some experimental work, which they pay me for by the way, it’s great, and I get the okay every time. My doctors are quite exasperated with me though. In a good way. Like I’m a complete enigma and also crazy but they love that. Like if the cool bug they found on the street could talk, and also they could study it, and also it likes being studied. They do think I have brain damage though. They have yet to prove this. Grian also thinks I have brain damage.”
“I can not believe you were just going to leave this at ‘you got possessed.’ This is crazy.”
“I thought you’d ask.”
“Oh!” Scar looked a little conflicted on how to feel, which was cute, but he got over it quickly, “So how did you get better?”
“Grian told me I was going to die.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, not too glamorous. Honestly, everyone and their mother was shocked that even worked, but he just sat me down and told me it was not looking good. Having sculk growing inside of you is not healthy, and it was very much starting to do that. But again, we’re buddies, so I let them treat me properly.”
“We as in.. you and Grian..?”
“The sculk.”
“Right.”“I think once I wanted it to stop, it would have. I don’t think it would have killed me. Maybe that’s delusional. I don’t really care that much. It doesn’t matter to me how any of this makes you feel, by the way. If you’re put off, it’s your problem.”
“I’m not! It’s a great story actually- I feel like that might just be the craziest thing I’ve ever learned about anyone- good! Frightening actually. Does Grian get scared?”
“He was for a couple months. Very worried. Made me take the meds for the sculk while he was watching for at least two months before he relaxed a little. At this point he’s just accepted this as part of me. Doesn’t like it though. Sculk doesn’t like him either.”
“It- The sculk talks to you??”
“No, I’m fucking with you. The sculk doesn’t have feelings. It just wants to spread.”
“Oh. Okay.” And then, almost immediately after, “Can I feel it?”
Cub choked a laugh, mostly from surprise, “Okay?”
“You can say no, I was just curious. I mean, if it’s not safe to touch I don’t want to touch it.”
“It’s- That’s fine, you just surprised me. It’s safe, it’s safe. Here,” Cub pushed his hair back once more for Scar to see, who wasted no time before pressing his fingers, a little hard, mind you, against his hairline.
“It’s soft!”
“A little bit, yeah. Could you be a little gentler?”
“Sorry!” Scar withdrew his hand, sheepish, “Skin’s not sensitive enough to feel right without a bit more pressure.” Scar didn’t linger very long, curiosity still gleaming in his eyes, “So that’s been there for a year? Longer? And you’ve been taking medicine for it this entire time?”
“Well I don’t anymore. Believe it or not, it’s not very good for you to be taking glorified weed killers for months on end, so I’m not anymore. Weaning me off was stressful for pretty much everyone but me, but I’m still fine, so.”
“Oh, weird! I’ve never heard about something like this before!”
“I’m not the only case, but it’s rare enough that they still didn’t have any idea what to do with me. The oddest part for me is I remember everything, I wasn’t like, out of it at all. I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time. Spreading sculk. Just felt right.”
“Can I kiss you?”
Cub coughed, and then kept coughing, and Scar raised his hands in alarm, “I- sorry! I meant to have this be more romantic, but then I forgot how to touch people, and it was too awkward then, but I didn’t want to wait, y’know?”
“You keep surprising me, Scar,” Cub laughed, a soft wheeze, and Scar smiled, something so unfairly sweet.
“Is this really a surprise?”
“No, not really.”
“So?”
“C’mere then,” Cub couldn’t help but look away, suddenly overwhelmed, though while Scar did close the distance, he didn’t lean in anymore. When Cub glanced back, he was looking, and even through his cracked visor, Cub could see his lidded eyes, gently thoughtful.
“You don’t look very much like you did want this,” Scar mumbled, not unhappily.
“You. Make me feel shy.” Cub replied through gritted teeth, thoroughly embarrassed, but Scar only chuckled, a quiet, joyful thing.
“You make me feel like I’m on fire.”
“That can’t be pleasant.” Cub paused, glancing back, “This feels awkward. Put your arms somewhere, across my shoulders maybe. Scar did as he was told, mercifully quiet.
“It’s not always. I just had to know you.”
“I still don’t get that. Me of all people, I don’t understand.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Cub snorted, “No.”
“I didn’t think so. But I’ve weaseled my way this far, haven’t I?”
“You make no sense to me.”
“Still want to kiss me?”
“I do.”
“You sure? I mean it, I can’t quite tell when you won’t look at me.”
“It’s just really intense to look at you right now. Maybe I could if you closed your eyes.”
Scar did so, no questions asked. And that made things a little easier, Scar smiling, his arms draped loosely around Cub’s neck. It was nice. A sudden wave of confidence spurred him on, pulling just a bit to get Scar on his level and promptly bouncing right off his visor.
Scar jolted and Cub did as well, frightened by the sudden stop. “Your-“ Cub stuttered, “I didn’t realize it was so bulky-“
“I didn’t either!” Scar laughed, and the joy was infectious, “I’ve never tried to kiss someone with this on actually, but that’s fine, we just have to switch our approach.”
“You’ve never kissed anyone?”
“HotGuy hasn’t. Civilian Scar gets around.”
“Does he now?” But Cub didn’t give Scar the chance to answer, “Doesn't matter. You’d better kiss me before we talk all night.”
“Little did you know, this was all a ploy to get in your coat.”
“Shush.”
“Okay!” Scar leaned in, admittedly, far more gracefully than Cub did, and while it was still a bit odd to feel the visor against his eyes, Cub was playing far more attention to Scar’s lips on his; gentle, soft. There was a kindness there that Cub couldn’t quite place, but he wanted to be kind too, to show he was listening, and moved deeper, hoping Scar would feel it. Scar pressed forward in return, his arms moving to hold instead of merely touch, almost desperate. Cub had never been held like this before, like he mattered, like he was the only anchor Scar had left to keep his feet on solid ground. Goodness, Cub felt anything but grounded.
Scar had a way of pushing his insecurities to the wayside. Cub had been nervous, very nervous to kiss him; it had been quite a while, and Cub would never have considered himself good at this type of thing regardless, but Scar was the perfect lead, outgoing, but also patient, and Cub felt almost impossibly cared for under his embrace.
Just as Cub’s mind began to wander to Scar’s mouth, and what it might be like to explore, Scar broke their kiss with a smile, his grin only growing as he breathed, ragged and goofy. Cub found himself chasing Scar’s lips, though settled to let their foreheads rest against each other, only a little uncomfortable on the crease of Scar’s mask.
“Was that alright?” Cub heard himself say, words only Scar would ever be able to hear.
Scar took a deep breath, he sigh long and content, “That was everything.”
“How do you feel about tongue?” Cub didn’t intend to ask so bluntly, but Scar laughed, a breathy thing, and Cub loved how he could feel every bounce of his chest, every movement of his shoulders.
“I’m afraid that might get me a bit too worked up, friend.”
Cub smirked, unable to help himself, “Is it so easy?”
“With you, I’m afraid the answer will be yes. And that sounds cheesy as hell, but I promise there’s an actual reason, it’s just a little odd and I’m not sure we’re ready enough to unpack that one.”
“An actual reason? What a treat that would be, if you’re telling the truth, anyway. If your ‘actual’ reason is just ‘The first time I saw you, I knew,’ that’s not an actual reason.”
“It’s not that, I promise.”
“Well what, then, you’ve gotten me curious now. Can’t be any odder than the sculk, I can handle it.”
“That is not the same thing at all. There is no way I can say this without it sounding so extremely sad and unsexy.”
“All of these things you’re saying make me want to know so much more. And I think you’re going to tell me, you’d just rather stall.”
“I- Okay. Listen, so there’s a lot of people here, right? Not human people. And not human people tend to be pretty sharp, have you noticed? Grian’s got it all, you must have noticed. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, even his wings can get sharp when he’s hitting you in the face with them, which is an experience I’ve had multiple times in the past couple weeks.”
“So you saw that I was human and that’s why you’ve been so smitten.”
“I- a little bit!”
“That makes so much more sense, why didn’t you just tell me before when I asked?”
“It’s a little deeper than that! It’s like- you don’t have any edges. You can’t hurt me- I’m never afraid when you touch me- I mean- if you touched me- and that’s very attractive.”
“..Alright.”
“See, I told you it would make things weird, it feels weird, but it’s not, not really!”
“I don’t think that’s weird, Scar, I’m just wondering how many people have hurt you when you’ve been intimate with them.”
“It’s not that. It’s mostly not that. The only people that hurt you when you don’t okay it first are assholes. I just like to feel safe, and you look so safe all of the time, and I’m hurting an awful lot as it stands already, so things like flat teeth and dull, chewed up nails really do it for me.”
Cub couldn’t help but smile at that last bit- dull teeth, what a thing to love, but his eyes wandered back to the injury on Scar’s side, the one he had probably been touching on accident.. gross. But no wonder he was hurting.
“Is that cut bothering you? Come home with me, Scar, let me fix you up. Maybe I can’t do as good of a job as your doctors, but I can try to give you a bit of relief. A washcloth, at least, to wipe your hands and face.”
“Ah- no no, that’s not what I meant. I have.. I just mean that I’m pretty messed up, I’m kind of just always like this. In pain. Internally. Most everything else doesn’t really bother me. Do I love having a big ol’ slash through my side? No. But I just.. don’t like the threat of pain, you know? And that’s always a threat, every moment of every day. I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do than just relax, you know? Not worry about a single thing.”
“Noted. My offer still stands, though-“
“Noted!?”
Cub rolled his eyes, continuing as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “You told me you were exhausted when we met up, so why don’t you come and stay the night instead of trekking all the way back home. You’d have to be quiet, but I think we can manage. We’ve got a nice couch as well if you’d rather sleep alone. It’s treated me well for plenty of naps.”
“You- are you offering your bed?”
“I’m offering. But I’m a big guy, so you wouldn’t have much space if you prefer it.”
“If I could never sleep alone for the rest of my life, I would make that happen. And without my legs, I’m not very big, so I think we’ve got our solution, don’t we? I should warn you though, I am a serial cuddler.”
“Hm. That might not work. We’ll find out if I punch you in the face or not in my sleep. I’ve been known to be violent.”
“There’s a 95% chance that wouldn’t even wake me up.”
“Guess we’re a match made in heaven then, huh?”
Scar lit up, the change in expression unfairly hopeful, “Really? You think so? You think so?”
“I was joking, but I don’t know if I can say no to that.” Cub stared at Scar for a little bit longer, the other doing his best to look extra pathetic. This fixed him. “Moment of weakness. I can say no. No.”
“You know, I am quite happy with Almost Not No.”
“I’m happy for you. So is that a yes?”
“I would love to.”
***
“Cuuuub,” Grian called, knocking on his bedroom door. It was closed, which typically meant he was still in there, but he wasn’t answering, which was very unfortunate, because Grian had an urgent question, “Cub! Cub! I can’t find the toaster waffles and I know you wouldn’t have eaten them because I claimed them, so I’m going to need either a confession, or help.”
Grian huffed when he got no answer, pausing in his knocking, “It’s 1:00, I know you’re not asleep. And if you’re listening to music this loud, you’re going to lose your hearing by the time you’re forty. You forgot to send me your work schedule for this week also, I need that too.” He waited once more, but still there was no answer. Well. “I’m coming in, Cub!”
And then, muffled behind the door as Grian grabbed the handle, hardly even audible, “please don’t.”
…
That wasn’t Cub.
Grian threw open the door, shrieked, then slammed it closed, marching to and from the kitchenette, then back in, where HotGuy was cowering entirely under the blankets.
“Are you naked?”
“No! No! Cub just had to go to work, he just let me sleep, that’s all- We were up late, doing nothing, by the way, not that that’s any of your business.”
“Where’s your mask? Are you wearing it? Did you sleep with it on?”
“I- Yes, I did, and it was not super comfortable I won’t lie, probably-“ Grian didn’t give Scar the chance to finish, tearing the blankets off and assaulting him with his squirt bottle, resulting in many satisfying screeches. “Why- Why do you have that?!”
“For rats! Get out!”
“Like-“ Scar covered his face with his hands, “Rat rats or human rats- Do you guys get rats?”
“Both!”
“Okay, okay!” Scar finally started moving, but not very quickly, which probably had something to do with the lack of legs, “Give me- one second, will you stop it?” Scar reached a hand to swat at the squirt bottle, but Grian stepped back out of reach. He did give Scar a brief reprieve while getting situated with his legs, but the second that was over Grian began again.
“Did you bring anything? Don’t forget it.”
“This is so- unkind. You are not nice, you are not nice at all, you are mean. Why are you so mean to me? Cub likes me, he told me he likes me, so why can’t you just trust he has fine taste! I’ll buy you you’re fucking waffles it you just stop- I’ll buy enough waffles to fill your stupid freezer-“
“Okay. Bribe accepted.” Grian stopped with the water, pleased, “Go on then. I’ll text you the brand, and you can drop your peace offering right at the building’s front door. Valid for today only.”
“You’re joking.”
Grian raised the bottle, and Scar got right back to it, still hurrying, which Grian appreciated. “Peace offerings will be expected from now on, otherwise, I’d better not catch you.”
“This is unfair. Cub invited me over, not the other way around. I’m so telling on you, he’s going to be so mad! You’re going to be in so much trouble.”
“I doubt that. I think he’ll laugh.”
“He WILL NOT laugh!”
“Call him then.”
“He’s at work!”
“He’ll answer.”
“Fine!” Scar snapped, snatching his phone off the side table and swiping to Cub’s contact, grumbling the entire way. He brought the phone to his ear, glaring, and Grian smirked, spinning the bottle in his fingers.
“Cub!” Scar announced as the line connected, loud and scandalized, “Grian has just barged into your room, and since he’s seen me, he’s been spraying me with a squirt bottle even while I’m trying to leave!”
Silence. Then, over the line, he heard Cub snort. Grian’s grin only widened.
“Cub!” Scar wailed, pathetically desperate, “He’s coerced me into buying him waffles!”
“Oh, that’s good,” Cub said, and Grian cackled, doubling over, “I ate the last ones this morning and I did not want to get more. I’ll pay you back.”
“You’re not paying him back,” Grian cut in, and Scar was stuck looking helplessly from Cub to Grian, utterly, pathetically betrayed.
“Oh, and tell Grian if he got my sheets wet he’s got to change them. Thanks, Scar, I gotta run now. Have a nice day.” Cub hung up promptly, and Scar was left to gape at his phone. Grian sidled over, giving him a rough couple pats on the back.
“It’s alright, bud. It’s tough being number two.” Grian swiveled around, satisfied, “Now get on out of here.” He left Cub’s room, knocking the door enough to leave it halfway closed.
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The Lost Fic 😔
Okay, This is me just spewing what I remember of that fic I mentioned earlier, cause it was real good, and I want to share. If anyone finds the guy who wrote it, or a reupload or something, send the link/name, this thing was real good!
So, like, I forget the exact starting point, but in this fic, Emilie and Gabriel swap roles, so Gabe’s the one dying from the Peacock, and Emilie is the one left behind. So, Gabe uses the Peacock to impregnate Emilie, so they can have Adrien. I think there was a plot point of how Colt used it first to impregnate Amelie, and that’s how it got broken? Like Amelie and Emilie are thinking about using the Peacock so they can have kids, and Colt and Amelie use it first to see if it works, because Emilie had, like, a “weaker constitution”. It works, and they have Felix, but Colt ends up breaking the Peacock to do it, don’t remember how exactly (no one is actually aware of this until later). There’s also speculation in universe if the Peacock breaking while forming Felix is the reason he’s “like that”, but 1) the speculation comes FROM COLT, and 2) everyone else is of the opinion that, ya know, being ABUSED might have something to do with it.
So, Gabe uses the broken Peacock to impregnate Emilie, they have Adrien, and it’s all fine and dandy until Gabe starts to get sick. Like, REALLY sick, faster than Emilie does in canon. Emilie and Gabe are scrambling to figure out why, to find a cure (in this continuity, this is where Nathalie shows up, Emilie hires her to help them find a cure) but no luck. As Gabe gets worse and worse, he pleads with Emilie to try and save him, to do whatever she can. And Emilie at first is all for it! She uses the Butterfly to seek out anything and everything that could help them! But … there’s a middle bit here I think I’m forgetting, but as time goes by with no sign of a cure, Emilie starts to notice a change in Gabe. Like, a bit of sanity slippage going on. Which eventually culminates in Gabe trying to steal Adrien’s amok, thinking he can use it to cure himself, at the cost of Adrien. Emilie is horrified, and manages to save Adrien’s amok, but in the altercation, Gabe swipes the Butterfly, and uses it with the Peacock to do … something, it isn’t clear at the time, because doing whatever this is causes Gabe’s life to give out, and Gabe dies. Just drops dead, and both Miraculous vanish.
Again, I’m missing some big chunks, but the long and the short of it is that, with the Miraculous gone and a better support system, Emilie goes to therapy to try and work out some of this. There’s a whole chapter dedicated to her working out her toxic upbringing, and how her parents insistence on “lineage” and “bloodline” led to using the Peacock in the first place, as opposed to adopting or something. Emilie has to learn exactly how toxic her upbringing was, and come to the realization that, as much as she loved him, she and Gabriel were feeding into each other’s issues, and they should both have seen a mental health professional at some point. She also has a lot of guilt about Gabe’s death, feeling like it’s all her fault, which she has to work through. For the main plot, it culminates in Emilie realizing she’s taken being protective over Adrien too far, and enrolling him at DuPont when “Origins” kicks off. Also, there’s a bit of drama in her beginning to date Nathalie, partially because she feels guilty for moving on, partly because she didn’t realize she was bisexual until her therapist spelled it out for her.
The plot is mostly the same, except now Hawk Moth wants the Ladybug and Black Cat to “restore what should be”, and Emilie feeling even MORE guilt because she was last person to have the Butterfly, she should have done more, etc, etc. Also, Emilie actually seeks out Fu to apologize and figure out if she can help. Then, around the Season 3 mark, we find out that Hawk Moth is Gabriel … ’s Sentimonster that he made in his image before his death. The Senti!Gabe’s goal, initially, was to steal the Ladybug and Black Cat so he could wish Gabriel back to life, but as time has gone on, his goal has changed, and now he wants to wish himself real. Also, because of the state Gabe was in when he made Senti!Gabe, Hawk Moth has a burning hatred of Adrien, seeing him as “stealing” Emilie from him.
Again, most of this is half remembered, I’m probably not doing it Justice.
Some other bits:
Adrien is about nine when Gabe dies
the reason we don’t have Hawk Moth earlier is that he was apparently “incubating”
Nathalie absolutely fell for Emilie first, and stuck around because she genuinely wanted to help her friend through a tough time
Nathalie and Emilie don’t start OFFICIALLY dating until sometime after Adrien starts school, but everyone agrees they were “more or less” dating already
Emilie’s coming out was her coming home after therapy, accepting a cup of tea from the Gorilla, and asking him “Did you know you can like both men AND women!?”
The Gorilla’s name is Henri, he’s actually Emilie and Amelie’s cousin and Adrien’s godfather
Because Nathalie came in earlier, Adrien has grown up with her. He calls her Auntie Nat, and was convinced from the ages of 5-8 that she was actually the Black Widow (Marvel)
The Agreste Fashion Company mostly belongs to Adrien at this point. Gabe left him most of the stock. It’s all being held in trust until he’s of age, and Adrien plans to either sell it or (much later) hand it over to Marinette
Amelie divorced Colt when she came home early to find him hitting Felix. She had to wrestle Felix’s amok off him - Felix claims it’s the most badass his mother has ever been. Colt is currently in prison at the start of the series, but I think it was hinted he’d become involved later?
Only Felix and Adrien are Sentimonsters.
Kagami’s dad is actually mentioned. He is currently serving time in prison for murder, which he committed in defence of his sister. Tomoe and Kagami visit him regularly, and he’s due out for parole sometime soon.
Chloé has a redemption arc, fairly well written, and becomes a permanent team member along with Alya and Nino. About halfway through, she goes to live with Adrien, (I think after Style Queen?) because her mom yelled at her on national television, and her dad’s response was “you shouldn’t have fucked up, then”.
Felix and Amelie live in France with Emilie and Adrien, they moved after Colt got arrested. Felix goes to a different school than Adrien, something specific, because Felix was some kind of acting savant. I think it was mentioned he’d been in some stage plays?
Fu was married to his lady love, she used the Tiger to help him out
Marinette and Adrien are endgame
Chloé ends up dating Kagami
Sabrina and Felix end up dating. Chloé gives Felix a shovel speech that makes him terrified of her
Luka is mentioned to have a non-binary date-mate (I think an OC?) that we only meet briefly
After the Bourgeois Screaming Match, Jagged Stone and several other celebs refuse to stay at the Grand Paris
Alya’s mom is Akumatized into “Sue Chef” (it was both a pig pun, and related to legal terms), gets fired from the Grand Paris, and opens her own restaurant
Lila turns out to be a Sentimonster created by Senti!Gabe, to drum up chaos and fuck with people. They have a father-daughter relationship, and were actually really sweet
The Order comes in as a secondary antagonist at some point after Hawk Moth is defeated, but I can’t exactly remember what their goal was
Hawk Moth’s defeat was basically proving that Hawk Moth didn’t need to use the wish to become real because he was already, and that all our Senti!Characters had been around long enough to become real. Senti!Gabe gets his own name (Can’t remember it) and identity, and officially adopts Lila as his daughter.
Lila has a crush on Alix
At some point, Senti!Gabe jokingly runs for mayor - he wins, because at this point everyone is sick of Andre. Senti!Gabe tries to argue privately that he’s technically only three or four years old, so he’s pretty sure he’s not old enough
That,s all I remember, If anyone finds this fic, send it my way!
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Okay that’s all fucking GREAT and I hope someone finds this I’d love to read it!
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right - l.f
note: this is a reupload from my old blog
content: sub felix, dom reader, virgin felix, guided masturbation (m), teasing, praise, handjob, slight corruption kink, reader’s sex is unspecified
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Your hand inched up Felix’s thigh little by little, tentatively approaching his waist as his soft lips moved against yours. The tiny whimper that escaped him as you did so wasn’t lost on you, soft and meek and—judging by the way he tensed up—completely involuntary.
His own reaction to your wandering touch made him falter, and he grew strangely still, letting you take full control of the kiss. Sensing that something was off, you pulled away.
Felix’s eyes fluttered open as he registered the loss, his hazy eyes coming to meet your curious ones. There was a hint of uncertainty in his expression, one that you’d noticed more than once before, and it made you frown.
He bit his reddened lip, knowing that you’d caught on to his hesitation. “Sorry.” He breathed.
“What for?” You tilted your head.
Felix shifted slightly in his spot, growing quiet for a moment as he realized that he himself wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for. You used the hand that you’d tangled in his hair to cradle his head. “Everything okay?”
There was another pause, and he averted his stare, his hand falling from where it had been gripping your shirt to rest at his side. His lack of a response confirmed your suspicions, and you knew right away what might be troubling him.
You and Felix had been together for quite some time now, long enough for you to begin to wonder when you might take the next step in your relationship. It wasn’t something urgent, of course, but you still couldn’t deny that the question lingered in the back of your mind.
Though Felix had shyly expressed to you that it was something he wanted as well, you’d never really gone past the point of kissing and feeling each other up. Any time things got heated between you two, you were met with a flustered, almost panicked reaction from the boy, and you were quick to put a halt to it for his sake.
His jumpiness was admittedly adorable, but you also found it a bit concerning. Knowing that Felix was inexperienced, you’d figured at first that he simply wasn’t ready for that kind of intimacy, and you were perfectly content to take things at his pace until he felt comfortable.
As time passed, however, you started to suspect it went beyond just that.
On more than one occasion, Felix had been the one to initiate things with an intense kiss or a surprisingly bold touch. But despite that, he always seemed to back down as soon as you tried taking things further. You tried not to dwell too much on his mixed signals to avoid pressuring him, even if they had you at a loss.
Today seemed to be another similar case. Felix’s behavior had been eager, borderline desperate, when he’d first crashed his lips into yours, making you believe that maybe he was hinting that he was ready. With the all-too-familiar way he’d just reacted, however, you’d begun to doubt that.
“You wanna stop?” You offered gently, noticing that Felix hadn’t said a word the entire time you’d been lost in thought.
He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye. “No,” He swallowed. “It’s not that.”
You slid your hand down to his cheek, feeling how warm his skin had become as you cupped it. He leaned slightly into your palm before continuing. “Ah…I always do this. ‘M sorry.”
The underlying shame in his words only made your frown grow. “Don’t apologize,” You reassured him. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
Felix chewed the inside of his cheek, looking thoughtful as he contemplated what you’d said. “I’m...not uncomfortable.” He began, speaking even slower than usual. “I wanna do more, I feel ready. It’s just…”
He trailed off awkwardly, and though the lighting in the room was dim, you noticed his face flush a bit deeper. “Just what?” You urged, brushing your thumb delicately over his freckles.
“I don’t think...I can do it right.” He admitted.
You lifted an eyebrow, unsure of what he was trying to get at. “Do it right?” You echoed.
Felix let out a huff, looking frustrated with himself as he struggled to find the right words.
“I mean...I’m worried I can’t please you like I’m supposed to.” He stammered, voice getting smaller by the second. His hand reached out for you in an attempt to seek out some comfort, only to settle nervously on his thigh instead. “I don’t think I can figure things out by myself. I need you to tell me. I think...I-I might be…”
He stopped himself yet again, his ramble fizzling out miserably, and your worry faded in an instant as everything clicked in your head.
“Felix,” You said softly, letting go of his cheek to reach down and entwine your fingers with his delicate ones. “It’s okay, I get it.”
Felix stiffened a bit, finally finding the courage to lift his gaze. “You do?”
You gave him a small smile, unable to hide your amusement with the situation. He’d spent all that time lost in his own head, stressing about how he was going to break news that had been so painfully obvious to you from the start.
It was endearingly like him, and it made a warm feeling spread through your chest.
“You want me to take the lead, yeah?” You clarified, giving his hand a soft squeeze. Felix sucked in a shaky breath, and despite how tense he still was, his relief was evident in the timid nod he gave.
Your smile widened, and you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. “That’s what you’ve been so worried about?” You murmured. “You’re so cute.”
A low, embarrassed noise escaped him, and he nuzzled his nose into yours. “Just didn’t know how you’d react,” He confessed. “Are you...um...okay with it?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You replied.
Felix fully relaxed at that, his body easing up as a bright grin broke out on his face. “Oh.” He squeaked, suddenly feeling ridiculous for ever fretting over it in the first place.
“Do you still want to keep going?” You questioned. “We can do whatever feels right.”
“Yes,” He breathed without hesitation. “Yes, please.”
His hand found its way back to you, clutching the fabric of your shirt in a subtle plea to pick up where you left off. You wasted no time before pressing his soft lips to yours, relishing in the sweet sigh Felix let out into your mouth. You kept your fingers locked with his, gliding your thumb soothingly along the back of his hand as you kissed him deeper than before.
Any signs of Felix’s earlier unease had disappeared, instead replaced with a newfound urgency that made your heart race. His breath hitched as your free hand slid along his slender waist, making your way down to brush over his thigh once more. He quivered beneath your touch as you moved closer and closer to the growing tent in his shorts.
You broke the kiss to pull away again, tugging at Felix’s lower lip as you did and making him whimper softly. “Is this okay?” You checked, your hand ghosting over where he needed you most.
“Mhm,” He nodded. At that, you pressed down against his clothed length, earning a light hiss from the boy. He pushed his hips forward ever so slightly as you palmed him, already hungry for more of the new sensation.
Taking his reaction as a good sign, you applied more pressure, feeling up the shape of his dick through the material. Felix whined before he could stop himself, his deep voice morphing into something addictingly sweet.
“A-ah,” He gritted his teeth. “Please, touch me.”
Your lips brushed playfully against his. “Want me to take care of this, baby boy?”
The term of endearment nearly made Felix’s arms buckle, and his eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the strange sparks of pleasure each movement of your hand brought. “Please,” He repeated, not bothering to hide his desperation. “Been wanting this f-forever, please.”
“So polite.” You cooed, taking satisfaction in the way he squirmed in your palm so helplessly. “I’ll give you what you want, Lixie. But first, I wanna see how good you can be for me.”
Felix’s eyes snapped open at that, glimmering with an adorable curiosity. You gave his bulge one last squeeze before leaning back to get a proper look at him. “Does that sound like something you can do?”
“Y-yes,” He agreed breathlessly. “I wanna be good. Please, just tell me what to do.”
You have his cheek an approving pat, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his shorts. The stretchy fabric snapped against his skin as you let it slide past your fingertips, making him jump slightly. “Let’s get these off, okay?” You suggested.
Felix licked his lips before nodding once more, his breathing quickly picking up. You tugged carefully at the garment, pulling it past his waist and down his legs, allowing him to wriggle out of it with an adorable haste.
With just his boxers left to cover his length, it became fully apparent just how hard Felix had become. You felt a tinge of excitement at the sight, marveling at the way his dick twitched eagerly in his confines. “Alright, Lixie.” You hummed, moving your hand away suddenly. “Go ahead and touch yourself for me.”
His eyes widened to the size of moons. “W-what?” He sputtered, voice cracking.
“You wanna be a good boy, right?” You reasoned. “That means you need to know how to follow directions.”
A furious blush made its way onto Felix’s freckled cheeks, arousal and hot shame overtaking him at the thought of you watching him pleasure himself. Just as you were about to double check his willingness, he surprised you with a meek nod. “Ah…right,”
Satisfied with his answer, you shifted backwards on the couch, and Felix reluctantly let go of you as you scooted away to get a full view of his body. He rocked slightly in place, nervously anticipating your next command.
“Take your shirt off for me, angel.” You instructed. “I wanna see every inch of you.”
The gentleness of your request only flustered Felix further, and he fumbled with the hem of his shirt almost frantically, tugging it over his head and revealing his upper body to you. Your eyes raked over his lean frame, drinking in the sight of his toned stomach and hardened nipples.
“So pretty,” You praised, earning a shy giggle from him. “I bet you look even prettier when you’re playing with yourself, hm?”
Felix swallowed hard, unable to hide how heavily your words affected him. “Th-thank you.” He managed to squeak. “Ah...should I…?”
You leaned comfortably against the cushions before nodding. “Go ahead.”
Despite his bashfulness, Felix’s hand immediately moved to hover above his bulge. He brushed his fingers against it tentatively before pawing himself through his boxers. That alone made him suck in a sharp breath, and your heart fluttered as you noted how sensitive he was even to his own touch.
He rolled his hand delicately for a few seconds longer, teasing it until the last of his patience wore off. Bracing himself, he dipped his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out.
You licked your lips as it came into view, hard and dripping with precum. Felix kept his head ducked, unable to meet your eyes as he wrapped his fingers around it. He kept them in place, unmoving on his length, as if unsure about what to do next.
“C’mon, Lixie,” You urged. “Show me how you treat yourself when no one’s around.”
A weak whimper escaped him, and he tightened his hold before carefully beginning to stroke. His palm slid along the head of his dick, gathering the sticky beads of precum to aid in his movements.
Felix shivered, hyper aware of your gaze as he found a delicate pace. Knowing that you were taking in his every move sent a rush of exhilaration through him, but as much as he wanted to gauge your reaction, he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you.
“That’s no good, baby boy.” You scolded. “Why are you hiding from me?”
He tensed at the question, letting his bangs fall into his eyes. “Ah...it’s embarrassing.”
You gave a light click of your tongue, making Felix shrink into himself. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. You look so cute toying with yourself like that.”
A weak whine formed in the back of his throat, and you suppressed a giggle, enjoying how easy he was to fluster more than you probably should. “Don’t be shy.” You encouraged. “Lemme see your pretty face.”
There was a moment of hesitation before Felix slowly lifted his head. You softened as he did, the sight of his doe eyes glazed over with arousal making him look more vulnerable than ever.
“That’s my boy.” You cooed.
Though the words were simple, they made Felix ease up, and his lips curved into a shy smile. “Am I doing okay?”
“You’re doing great.” You assured him, giving a warm smile of your own. “Why don’t you go a little faster, hm? You’re leaking so much, I can tell how bad you need it.”
Your suggestion was met with a shaky inhale as Felix instantly picked up the speed of his pumps, his hand sliding along his length with more vigor. “L-like this?” He strained.
“Just like that,” You purred. “Doesn’t it feel even better now?”
“Hah...y-yes. So good.” He bit down on his lower lip, bunny teeth peeking out as he tried to stifle the moan that slipped out of him.
The quickness of Felix’s strokes created a delicious slippery sound, mixing with his low whimpers as he gathered more precum from his tip. His grip tightened around his cock as the pleasure began to build up in his abdomen, and his hips bucked desperately into his fist.
Your spine tingled as his movements grew more frantic, the muscles in his stomach contracting with every jerk. “Seems like you know your body well.” You drawled playfully. “Do you do this often?”
Felix's face grew impossibly redder, and he struggled to keep his gaze steady as he replied. “Only—ngh—only when I think of you.” He stuttered, his low voice sounding positively filthy.
You felt a surge of delight from his response, a small part of you sensing that he knew how much it would appeal to you.
“Hm...Lixie’s not as innocent as I thought.” You hummed. Felix didn’t bother to deny it, too far-gone to worry about his shame any longer. His legs began to shake, and he furrowed his brows cutely as he concentrated on bringing himself to his climax.
“I’m c-close!” He gasped out. “Gonna c-cum soon...ngh!”
The sweet mewl that followed only emphasized his warning, and Felix’s hand slid mercilessly along his length in an effort to bring about his orgasm as quickly as possible. Your mouth practically watered when he spread his legs even wider, throwing his head back as the pressure building inside him grew stronger and stronger.
“Stop.”
It took a second for your command to register in Felix’s clouded mind. He continued to pump almost mindlessly even after your words got through to him, and he had to muster all his willpower to finally unwrap his fingers from around his cock.
A long, pitiful whine spilled out of him as he did so, his length slipping from his grip and hitting his stomach. You marveled at the way his thighs trembled, his whole body protesting the sudden loss.
“Good boy,” You praised. “My baby listens so well.”
Despite the frustration of his high quickly escaping him, Felix felt a tinge of pride. You leaned closer to the boy, cupping his cheek in approval. “I can tell you’re not used to controlling yourself.” You teased. “But you did such a good job for me. You want a reward?”
“Yes, please.” He nodded almost too eagerly, still trying to catch his breath.
You couldn’t help but smile at how naturally the words sounded coming from him. “Alright angel,” You began, settling back against the cushions and giving the space between your legs a pat. “C’mere.”
A look of surprise crossed Felix’s face, his lips parting in a way that was unfairly cute. His confusion was short-lived however, and he wasted no time before crawling over to slip into the space you’d made for him.
You placed your hands on his waist, delicately guiding him so that he could be positioned properly. Felix let out a shy hum as he realized what you wanted, and he turned his body to lean his back comfortably against your chest.
The feeling of your body so close to his bare one had his legs closing instinctively, and you rested your thighs on top of his to pull them back apart.
“This alright?” You asked, your soft breath tickling his neck.
Felix swallowed, shifting slightly before answering. “Ah...it makes me shy.” He admitted through a breathless giggle.
You gave his waist a gentle squeeze, smiling to yourself when he jumped slightly. “Mm...we can do it another way if you want.” You mused. “Maybe a position where I can see the cute look on your face when I make you cum.”
Your offer was met with a choked whine, and Felix clamped his mouth shut to avoid making that possibility a reality. You let out a giggle of your own, pressing a soothing kiss to his shoulder.
He relaxed against you, only to freeze up once again as your hand slipped around his body to begin trailing down his chest.
You dragged your fingers tentatively along his soft skin, tracing the ridges of his abs the further down you moved. Felix’s dick twitched as you drew dangerously close to it, and a sharp cry escaped him when you took him into your hold without warning.
The unfamiliar sensation of a hand that wasn’t his own sent a ripple of pleasure throughout his body, and he leaned into your touch immediately. You curled your fingers around his cock, marveling at how it throbbed in your fist.
“Feels good?” You murmured.
Felix keened as you gave his base a squeeze, any remaining bits of his composure crumbling. “Y-yes, God, yes.” He moaned. “Please, touch me more.”
His voice shook as he begged, already sounding so overwhelmed. “You’re so cute, Lixie.” You cooed. “I haven’t even started moving yet.”
He squirmed around between your legs, wordlessly pleading for you to have your way with him. Mischievously, you pumped your hand in a single stroke, making his whole body jolt. He whimpered your name miserably, unable to handle any more teasing.
Deciding to show some mercy, you secured your grip around his cock and began to slide gently along it. Felix all but choked, his hips instantly surging forward.
��So sensitive,” You marveled. “No one’s ever touched you here before, hm?”
He shook his head, letting it fall back against your shoulder as you picked up the speed of your strokes. “N-no,” He stuttered out through his cries. “Feels so much better when you do it.”
You brushed your lips against Felix’s neck, relishing in the way he shuddered as you peppered it with kisses. His wriggling grew more frantic, and a string of curses spilled out of him when you rolled your palm along the head of his length.
He bucked helplessly into your hand as you repeated the action, a pathetic groan rumbling in his throat as you used your legs to nudge him back down.
“More, please, more.”
“Yeah?” You purred against his skin. “You like being toyed with this way, baby boy?”
Felix arched his back off your chest, gasping feebly as you slid your thumb along his leaking slit. “M-mm,” He mewled.
You teased his tip once more before returning to your pumping, sensing that he wasn’t going to last long. The hypersensitivity from his inexperience and his near-climax from earlier had reduced him to an utter mess in no time.
His moans only grew louder as you began nibbling at the side of his throat, and when you sank your teeth lightly into his skin, you knew he’d reached his limit.
“A-ah!” He cried out. “Gonna—oh, God!”
With one last stroke of your hand, Felix’s orgasm hit. His mouth fell open, eyes squeezing shut as a long, broken moan spilled out of him. The sound was so filthy that it sent shivers down your spine, and you were unable to resist the urge to bite down harder on Felix’s neck.
His seed shot out of him in several spurts, splattering onto his stomach and staining it pearly white. You continued to glide your hand steadily, milking him through his high until the last few drops had been emptied into your hand and he was left trembling against your chest.
You slid your tongue along the area you’d marked in an attempt to soothe it, feeling a bit guilty for biting down so hard when you noticed it already blossoming a deep red. Felix’s whimpers still hadn’t died down, and you pressed comforting kisses along his neck, gently helping him ground himself.
Only when the last waves of pleasure had passed through his body did his breathing finally begin to slow. The rise and fall of his chest grew more controlled as his panting faded out, and when he finally managed to catch his breath, he collapsed fully against you.
You gave Felix a look of pure adoration as his head lolled lazily to the side. His eyes were still shut tight, long lashes resting delicately atop his flushed cheeks. Gently, you unwrapped your legs from around his waist, allowing him to close his aching thighs.
“Are you okay?” You whispered, bringing your clean hand up to cradle his head.
“Mhm,” He hummed shyly. “Th-thank you…”
He nuzzled into your palm, drowsiness overtaking him after the new experience had left him spent. “You did so well for me, baby boy. I’m so proud of you.” You murmured. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“So much,” He sighed, melting completely as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Nothing’s ever felt so right.”
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Mini Log #1 [Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader]
❤️Ultimate Masterlist
💚Series Masterlist
💜Rules and Guidelines
🌹CW
Daddy Dom Little Girl|Mommy Dom Little Girl|Domestic Breakfast Scene|Domestic Love Confessions|Domestic Cuddling|Heated Make Out|Reader Is Not A Child
💛AN
If you saw this post previously, you are not wrong. Tumblr messed up the tags [Fic didn't show under them after a day from upload time] and I had to reupload it because retyping the tags in the original upload didn't fix the issue. I apologize to those who suddenly saw the fic disappear from their likes. I hope this post doesn't break like the previous one.
Thank you @berryberrytan|@skzblogsblog|@alixstay|@anakvasantha for liking the original broken fic💛
💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
🍄Wordcount: 1.3K
You knocked on Chan's studio door "Daddy?" you questioned, peeking your head into the room. Chan fixated his gaze on his laptop, not aware of your presence. You jutted your bottom lip, walking towards him "Daddy," you whispered, blowing against his skin. Chan shivered, jolting when he noticed you "My god, baby. You scared me," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. You pouted, crossing your arms. Chan cooed, "What's wrong, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You grumbled, hooking your chin over his shoulder "Daddy missed breakfast again," you sulked. Chan's heart sank, "Even if daddy wasn't there, did you eat little one?" he asked, rubbing your back. You shook your head "Not yet," you whispered, fidgeting with your fingers. Chan sighed, "Baby," he stressed, cupping your face. You whined, averting your eyes "I know but I need daddy there," you whimpered.
Chan pursed his lips, staring at his laptop and then back at you. He let out an exhale, "Okay baby, let's have breakfast together," he said after saving his files and putting his laptop to sleep. You kissed his cheek "Thank you, daddy," you said, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I should thank you for being persistent, baby girl," he said, carrying you. "What was daddy working on?" you asked, nuzzling his neck.
Chan hummed, "It's just a demo track for your Uncle Binnie," he said, walking towards the kitchen. You nodded, "Ah," you said, brushing your fingers up Chan's hair. He smirked, "You weren't paying attention to a word I said, were you," tickling your sides. You giggled, "N-no," you stuttered, squirming in his hold. Chan chuckled, placing multiple pecks on your face "Cheeky little thing," he said, lightly biting your cheek.
"No biting, daddy" you whined, slapping his chest. Chan laughed, wincing "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, little one," he said, walking towards the kitchen. You hummed, "Can I help daddy make breakfast?" you asked, tilting your head. "There's no need for that, sweetheart," Felix said, untying his apron. "Mommy," you squealed, making grabby hands towards him. Felix cooed, taking you from Chan "Our sweet girl did a great job at making daddy come down for breakfast," he praised.
"Thank you, mommy" you preened, nuzzling Felix's cheek. He chuckled, kissing your forehead "You mister, should've come down in the first place," he scolded, hitting Chan's shoulder. "Ow, my love. I'm sorry," Chan pouted, rubbing the back of his nape apologetically. Felix squinted his eyes, placing a short peck on Chan's lips "You're forgiven now sit down," he said, taking a seat. Chan's ears grew red, "Yes dear," he said, following Felix's orders.
Felix rolled his eyes, hiding his smile "Eat before the pancakes get cold," he said, handing Chan the bottle of honey. Chan chuckled, taking the honey from Felix "Thank you, mommy," he teased. Felix felt his cheeks burn up, "Oh shut up, Chris," he growled, feeding you a slice of the pancake he cut. You shook your fists, taking a bite. Chan smiled, reaching over to wipe the syrup dripping down the side of your lips "Messy little girl," he said, licking the syrup off his thumb.
You whined, huffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, "Cutie," he said, feeding you another bite. Breakfast when along with peace and serenity in the air. You rubbed your eyes, taking the last bite off Felix's fork "Good girl," Chan praised, ruffling your hair. You leaned your head on Felix's shoulder "Aww, is our baby girl sleepy?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You shook your head, sitting straight "Not sleepy," you mumbled, melting into his warmth.
Chan chuckled, "I think our little one is," he said, bringing the dishes to the sink. You whined, "I'm not," you protested, curling up. Felix cooed, "Okay baby, let's watch a movie while your daddy finishes the dishes," he suggested, carrying you to the sofa. You nodded, snuggling into Felix's chest, "Can we watch Rapunzel?" you asked, clutching his shirt in your fist. Felix smiled, kissing your forehead "Of course, sweetie," he said, playing the movie.
Chan dried his hands, running his fingers through Felix's hair "Is she asleep?" he whispered, kissing Felix's forehead. Felix hummed, "She is," he whispered back, stroking your hair. Chan smiled, "I'll go shut down my laptop and meet you in the room. I could use a nap myself," he said, cracking the joints in his neck. Felix nodded, gently shifting you "Alright," he said, lifting you up. Chan stared at you both for a bit. Felix raised an eyebrow "What's wrong?" he asked.
Chan shook his head "Nothing, I just love you both," he said, pulling Felix in for a kiss. Felix's eyes widened before he sunk into the feeling. Chan pulled away, stroking Felix's cheek "I love both of you so much," he whispered, kissing your forehead. Felix's cheeks burned, "I speak for both of us when I say we love you too," he whispered, biting his bottom lip. Chan traced his thumb across lips "You're going to hurt yourself like this, my love," he whispered, lightly pressing Felix's lip from his teeth.
Felix gulped, avoiding eye contact "We'll meet you in the room, daddy," he said, carrying you up the stairs. Chan chuckled, running his fingers through his head "Fuck," he cursed, heart pounding within his chest. Felix tucked you under the sheets, placing a plush toy under your arms. You whined, snuggling deeper into the pillows. Felix chuckled, rubbing your sides "Sweet dreams," he whispered, laying next to you.
Chan walked in, and his breath got caught at the sight of Felix holding you close to his chest "My heart," he whispered, moving the blankets aside. Felix grumbled, turning his head "Chris?" he rasped, squinting his eyes. "Go back to sleep, Lix," Chan shushed, spooning Felix's back. "Sleep well, my loves," he added before closing his own eyes and drifting to sleep.
You woke up hours later to an empty bed. You frowned holding the plush toy in your hand and trudged off to Chan's studio. You didn't bother knocking on the door and immediately crawled onto Chan's lap. He chuckled, holding you close "Aww, is my little one still sleepy? Do you want to snuggle up on daddy's lap while he's working?" he asked, nosing your hair. You nodded, drifting back to sleep with the sounds of Chan's mumbles serving as white noise.
Felix walked into an empty room, and worry pricked his heart "Where is she?" he panicked, lifting up the blankets. He took in a deep inhale, trying to calm his nerves "I'll just check Hyung's room," he said, walking towards the studio. He turned the knob and a sigh of relief escaped his lips "Oh sweetheart, you almost gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, finding you peacefully curled up on Chan's lap. Chan removed his headphones "Are you alright, love?" he asked, turning his gaze to Felix.
Felix nodded, "Little one scared me when I saw she wasn't in the room," he explained, stroking your hair. Chan frowned, "Ah, shit. I should've given you a heads up," he said, downcasting his eyes. Felix sighed, cupping Chan's face "It's fine, really," he said. Chan shook his head "No, it isn't I should've…" he got cut off by Felix's lips meeting his. Chan gasped before deepening the kiss. Felix moaned into the kiss, holding the sides of Chan's chair.
Chan pulled away, panting "God," he chuckled. Felix smiled, "You really should know when to shut up, Chris," he teased, catching his breath. Chan rolled his eyes, a dopey smile on his lips "Yes dear," he teased. Felix hummed, "Is the baby staying with you?" he asked, adjusting the slipping plush. Chan nodded "At least until she wakes up," he said, rubbing your back. "I'll come back up when it's time for dinner," he said, kissing your forehead and then Chan's.
"Okay, we love you," he said, giving Felix his dimpled smile. Felix shook his head, neck tinting red "I love you both too," he said, closing the door. Chan chuckled, shifting you closer "I guess it's just you and me, princess," he said, fixating his gaze on his laptop once more.
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Forever theirs
Part one
Series master list
Don't reupload, translate or do anything like that without permission from me
words 1105.
18+ read at your own risk w
Warnings: breaking and entering, smut, fingering, clit stimulation, orgasm denial, noncon (technically), watching without consent. Fem and afab reader
Summary
An incubus by the name of fin Balor pops into y/n life. She doesn't accept his advances afraid he would be like the last one that she knew.
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The walk home from work feels longer every time. no matter how many new shortcuts I find. I try to focus on the fact that soon I'll be able to take my heels off and put my feet up, instead of the fact my legs are killing me.
I turn right, into an alley I recently started using as a shortcut. As I do I walk straight into someone. "sorry" I apologize instantly. "it's alright I wasn't looking where I was going" I hear his Irish voice reply as he helps me up. I thank him for helping me and continue to walk.
The next five minutes feel like hours. I finally see my home from the end of the street. I let out a small sigh of relief to myself as I approach. The last few weeks have been hell. My bitch of a co-worker just got promoted to manager so she is my boss now. Said boss has been on my ass ever since she got the position. Not to mention the shit ton of family stuff going on that she thinks is her business.
Every time I walk into work a second late she makes a snarky comment about how she doesn't blame me for being late with 'everything going on.' Cunt. she does it in front of everyone as well. Oh, and some of the other bitches there think it's okay to laugh when she does it. I swear to god the next time she pulls that shit I am going to rip those cheap ass hair extensions off of her head.
Finally home I take my shoes off followed by my coat. I don't bother to put them away properly. I'll do it tomorrow. "you should really shut your windows all the way when you're not home" the same Irish voice from before say from across the room.
I am understandably terrified. I take a step back wondering if I could unlock and open the door quickly enough. Would I be able to outrun him? I watch him as he puts something down on my table. "I get that you're scared but there's no need to be," he says calmly. "I think there fucking is. There's a man I don't know in my house" I say hoping he didn't hear my voice tremble.
"sweetheart I'm an incubus I can assure you, there won't be a scratch left on you unless you want" he replies quickly. I've had sex with an incubus before. Edge. He was addictive like a drug. I relied on him after a while and he left I can't let that happen again. "my job is to give relief to those drowning in stress" he explains. Drowning in stress. "I'm not drowning in stress," I say slightly offended. "so it's a no?" he asks. "it's a no," I say flatly. "my card is on the table for when you come around," he said before turning around walking away but as soon as I blink he disappeared.
What a wild fucking day. I pick the card up. It reads at the very top in slightly bigger writing than the rest 'Finn Balor' and underneath "say it three times to get your wish" for a moment I want to test it out but the thought of the awkward conversation that would come after made me seal my mouth.
I walk to my room and change into my pj's I put the card on my nightstand and try to sleep. But, he was right. I am drowning in stress. No the relief he's offering won't pay my bills. I roll over and get comfy. My eyes never opened so I completely missed the man sitting in my desk chair watching me though it wasn't Finn.
I wake up the next day and do the same thing. Brush teeth, change clothes, brush hair, makeup, shoes, consider throwing my phone away to avoid the hundreds of missed calls from my dad, go to work, go home, cry in the shower, and sleep. Except I am woken in the middle of the night to a hand roaming up and down my body. My heart starts to pound as I pretend to sleep.
"I know your awake princess" I hear the man's Irish voice say. "I thought you'd go away when I said no" I comment. "no I can come and go as I please I just can't make you cum without you saying yes," he says before kissing my neck. His hand is dangerously close to my pussy now. He pulls my legs open slightly before sliding his hand under my PJs and into my panties. I whimper. "my, my, for someone who said no you sure are wet," he says mockingly. I can't help it he sounds so hot.
His fingers creep up to my clit and begin to rub small slow circles around it. I let out an unholy sound and he chuckles. Should I say yes? No, no I can't do that again. He can't stay forever I learned that the hard way. What if I just don't rely on him? No, I'll end up doing it anyway. Without warning his fingers enter me and his thumb continues to rub circles on my clit. I let out the most pornographic sound yet.
He sets a brutal pace. Between my moaning and gasping, I can hear the sound of my Juices on his fingers. Fuck. I'm already addicted. No, I can fight it. He hasn't given me relief yet and I already never want him to leave my side. I have to destroy that card when he leaves I think as the knot in my stomach gets tighter and tighter.
I'm clenching around him and bucking my hips up. But then he pulls away. I whine at the loss of contact. "say yes" he says I remain quiet. If it wasn't so dark I'm sure I'd be able to see the disappointed look on his face. The knot in my stomach is completely gone.
He kisses me and the cheek and I feel the warm presence next to me vanish. If I wasn't so focused on him maybe I would have seen the tall woman at the end of my bed watching us that disappeared with him. I roll onto my side and try my best not to feel sad or upset in any way about not getting relief or about edges abrupt leave.
I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep. No dream is better than one about either of the men I fell asleep thinking about.
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Thank you for reading my schedule for this series is on the master list -gremlin
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BediGuda cheek kisses! It's a trio art, yep. Because Bedivere deserves the sweetest softest kisses.
I have separate posts for the doodle one and the Gudako one, so apologies it this post seems like a reupload...but I think it's better to put them all together like this now that they're done.
Okay, with that I think I worked out the worst of my bediGuda craze out of my system. More still coming of course, but I'll slow down a bit.
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You're both either Humans or Cookies, whatever you prefer
Yandere! Millennial Tree Cookie Concept
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Deception, Kidnapping.
- When he wakes up he wasn’t expecting visitors within his grove.
- It’s a sacred land where anyone can feel at peace, no evil touches here.
- You come to him out of either curiosity or help.
- Either way he doesn’t oppose you.
- He’s calm and collected, maybe even a little disoriented due to sleeping for so long…
- But once he has his bearings he decides he enjoys speaking to this new visitor.
- He hopes you’ll come visit his grove often.
- It’d hurt the ancient tree deity greatly if you didn’t.
- Millennial Tree would probably be a yandere good with words.
- His calls to you are soothing within the grove… it makes you want to stay for hours.
- It’s lonely for him here, too.
- He’s usually okay with it. The grove is peaceful with just him here.
- Then you came along and all he could think about was how empty it felt without you.
- You yourself actually feel calmer around the tree spirit.
- The wind sways the trees gently, the grass feels wonderful against your skin….
- The tree spirit also sounds so calm and serene to you.
- The sheer comfort of the grove makes you feel like you don’t wish to leave.
- Maybe this is exactly what Millennial Tree wants.
- This place is safe. Safe from Pitaya Dragon and hopefully all other dangers.
- In his eyes you seem to enjoy this place.
- Why would you not stay?
- In fact there’s a high chance you’ll stay willingly with him.
- He’s not too bad of a yandere, always calm and collected.
- It’s when you try to leave…forever… that he has a problem.
- Then he has to stop being so laid back for a moment to lock you in.
- “You are under my protection, young one. As is everything in this grove. I apologize for it coming to this.”
- He has sadness in his tone, looking at you through the cage made of roots.
- This is his sacred grove, where he rests and dwells.
- Now it is also your grove, a home once welcoming…
- Only to become suffocating in a matter of time.
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